This story is inspired by our very own Isabeau. With her kind permission, I'm using the characters she created in her wonderful story Melanie's Abduction. Be warned, there is some heart-stopping tickling going on here! And more than a little naughty fun! 
I hope everyone enjoys the story!
Note: this story takes place several weeks after the events described in Melanie's Abduction Parts 1 and 2.
MELANIE'S ABDUCTION: SWEET TORMENT
"G'nite, Mel!" called out Susan. Melanie turned back on her way out the office door.
"Good night, Susie! I'll call you Sunday!"
"Ooo... got plans tonight and tomorrow?" Melanie gave her a mischievous look.
"Maybe I'm gonna get crazy this weekend," Susan laughed and waved her out the door. Melanie headed for the elevator that led to the parking garage. She sighed deeply as she got on. It was very late. She was one of the few people left in the office building. So she had the elevator entirely to herself. It had been a long week, and Melanie was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. Truth be told, she didn't have any plans, but her husband was out of town until next weekend on a business trip, so she had the house to herself. She thought she might just rent some videos, or maybe call some girlfriends and have a day out on the town. But tonight, after a long week, she planned to head home, put up her feet, and relax.
She had no way of knowing someone else had other plans for her.
She entered the dark, almost empty garage. Her footsteps were the only sound. Now, Melanie was tired, and looking forward to going home. Plus, being late, the garage, while well lit, still had several dark corners. A figure watched her from one of those corners. He was dressed entirely in black, from his boots to the black face mask he wore. So she could be forgiven for having no clue she was being watched. Silently, he slipped through the shadows, following Melanie to her car. He had been waiting for this for a long time. A few weeks ago, he had abducted Melanie from her home and played out his wildest fantasies by tying her up and tickling her. But he had new plans now. Plans he had laid out carefully, and was ready to carry out.
The garage was empty. She was almost to her car. He slipped silently behind her, still hidden in the shadows. He grabbed her, placing a cloth across her mouth and nose. Melanie tried to scream and run, but he had too strong a grip on her, and all that emanated from the coth was a muffled yell. As she breathed in, she began to feel dizzy. Chloroform! Her struggling grew weaker, and she collapsed in his arms. He stuffed the rag into his pocket, hoisted her body into his arms, and darted to his own waiting vehicle. So far, so good.
Melanie struggled back to consciousness. She was aware of a dim light. She tried to move, and found she couldn't. Her arms were bound above her head. She could feel her wrists and elbows restrained. Her ankles and knees were similarly bound. She was lying on a solid, but padded surface, but at an angle. She was also fully dressed. As her head cleared, she had the sense that she wasn't alone.
"Who's there?" she said, craning her head to see around her. A man dressed in black emerged from the shadows. He was wearing a ski mask, and had piercing eyes. She knew him.
"You!" The man in black smiled. It was a hungry smile. A smile of satisfaction.
"Me," he said. Melanie felt her heart beating faster. This man had kidnapped her once before. And he had mercilessly tickled and stimulated her. It had been the most terrifying, and erotic, experience of her life. After it was over, and she awoke in her own bed again, she had found a note he had left. It had said, "I'll be done when I'm done." And she knew he would return someday. She had been both anticipating, and dreading it. Now that day had come.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, he said, "And I'm not done." He approached her, producing a sharp knife. Melanie gasped. He reached down and neatly sliced off the buttons of her jacket. He reached under the flaps, and gently stroked her ribs. She rewarded him with her beautiful giggling. It was music to his ears. He continued to tickle her until she finally cried out.
"S-s-s-stop!" He stopped. She stared at him, breathing heavily. Her busom heaved as she breathed.
"Oh, dear. Let's help you get your breath back." He sliced her jacket off her body, pulling the strips out from the restraints. He then flashed the knife again, popping the buttons off her blouse. He pulled it back to expose her bare stomach, ribs, and her bra. Her breathing grew only heavier. Melanie had many abduction fantasies, daydreams of being carried off somewhere by a mysterious stranger and ravished. Fantasy and reality were two entirely different things, but she knew deep down he wouldn't hurt her. He wanted something else from her. But having her clothes slowly cut off her body was far more arousing than she had expected it to be. He gently slid his fingers over her bare stomach. For the first time, she noticed he wore fingerless gloves, the better to tease and tickle her. She began to giggle lightly again. Her stomach quivered under his touch. He drew little circles up and down her ribs. His fingers danced up her sides to her underarms. Her giggles began to turn into full laughs at that.
"AHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
And then, they danced back down, resuming the light touch that elicited giggles from the helpless woman. She bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the electric tickling sensations rippling all over her torso. And then he stopped again. Melanie struggled to control her breathing. He pulled the knife out again, and sliced her blouse off. She could now feel the padded cuffs he had used to restrain her arms. He then sliced off her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce free. Her nipples were already hard. He stepped back to admire the sight of Melanie's heaving, bare breasts. Suddenly, she yelped, as ten fingers began to stroke her smooth underarms.
"WHA-AHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! SSS-S-S-S-TOPP!" The man in black smiled.
"Oh, did I forget to mention, I brought a friend?" And with that, he attacked her ribs again.
"NOOOOO-OHHH-HOO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!" Melanie shrieked and wriggled helplessly as twenty fingers danced over her ticklish body. The man in front of her stroked her ribs and stomach, while the person behind spider-walked his fingers up and down her arms, always returning to the hollows of her underarms. She thrashed and laughter spilled out of her. After a few minutes of this, the two stopped, giving her a chance to catch her breath. She had been completely unprepared for two ticklers! Now her heart was pounding, partly from the exertion, partly from excitement, partly from dread. What would they do next. The other tickler now circled around to face her. He was also dressed entirely in black. He was a bit shorter than the man she knew, and also wore fingerless gloves. They nodded at each other, and the other man walked over to Melanie. He reached over and pulled out the hairpins she had used to secure her hair earlier that day. Her short blonde hair spilled down, just barely brushing her shoulders. He stroked her hair for a few seconds, then pulled out a blindfold. He wrapped it securely around her head. Now Melanie was completely unable to see. She could hear the two men circle around her. She gasped when she felt one of them grab her skirt. With a few deft slices of a knife, it fell to the floor. All Melanie was wearing, now, was her black stockings, her black panties, and her shoes. It was her feet that now occupied her tormentors' attention. She felt them slowly undo the straps, and pull them off. She yelped as ten fingers gently stroked her soles. It tickled so much through the nylon! Melanie had never been tickled through nylon before, but she had always heard how unbearable it was. She gasped deeply as ten fingers drew slowly up and down the tops of her feet. It tickled, but also sent a flush of unexpected pleasure into her. She grunted and bit her lip as those fingers repeated the pattern on her soles, drawing verrrry slooooowly up and down. She whimpered as another ten fingers did the same thing on her underarms. Melanie trembled under this new torment, squirming slightly. They stopped. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. She couldn't believe how incredibly hot that was! Between the blindfold, and the slow strokes, she was getting very turned on, despite herself. She didn't have time to reflect on this, however, as they resumed the gentle stroking, this time on her sides. She whimpered again as they caressed her body slowly, describing circles, spirals, long lines, and patterns on her quivering torso. Their fingers caressed her across her stomach, up her torso, around her heaving breasts, over to her sensitive armpits, back down her sides. One of them returned his attention to her feet, again using slow strokes up and down her soles. Their touches were hovering just on the edge of tickling her, and just on the edge of caressing her. She was gasping for breath, and she could feel herself moistening in her groin. She gasped again, as her tormentors now sliced off her stockings. One of them completed the strip by cutting her panties clean off. Melanie was now completely nude.
She heard floorboards creak as the two men shifted position. Her heart was pounding. Her whole body was tensed, waiting for the next touch. She gasped again as she felt the cold tip of one of the knives drawn slowly down her cheek. It was a gentle touch, not harming her in the slightest. She was surprised at the flush of pleasure it sent through her. The knife disappeared. Her soles were again caressed with that slow stroke. Her legs trembled. She was definitely getting wet, and hoped her two tormentors wouldn't notice. But they had. One of them, she wasn't sure which one anymore, began to stroke his fingers across her underarms. The other increased the pressure on her soles, changing the sensation from intensely erotic caressing to light tickling. She began to giggle again.
"Mmmp! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-Hee-HEEHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!" Her laughter grew louder as the tickling intensified. She began pulling helplessly against her bonds again, unable to escape the tickling. Now, her whole body was open to them. The focused on her underarms and feet for the moment. She laughed and shrieked as ten fingers stroked her bare soles, sometimes tickling the balls of her feet, sometimes wiggling among her toes, mostly stroking her smooth arches, where it tickled most. All the while, ten more fingers teased and stroked her underarms. It was one of her most ticklish places. She thrashed wildly, desperate to escape this torment. But she couldn't. All of a sudden, the tickling stopped. She felt two more restraints, now closing over her upper arms, restraining her further. Another two straps were drawn over her thighs. Suddenly, nimble fingers began to play her inner thighs. Her laughter resumed, as the fingers worked their way slowly up toward her moist crevice. She wailed for mercy.
"NOOO! PLEASE! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEEEEEEEASE!" But her pleading was to no avail. She squealed as a new sensation drew across her stomach. Two stiff feathers had joined the action. The fingers withdrew from her thighs as the feathers stroked her stomach. Two more feathers now caressed her feet. Melanie was sweating, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead, her body flushed and pink. She didn't know how much more she could stand.
The feathers worked their way to her crotch again, stroking her inner thighs mercilessly. She pulled against her bonds for all she as worth, but couldn't budge them an inch. The feathers on her feet began to travel up her legs, sliding up her thighs, over her belly, up her sides, into her armpits. The other two now stroked her gently just outside her moist pink labia. Her hips tried to swivel out of the way, but to no avail. Then, they did the unexpected. The feathers turned north, and began to tease the hollows between her hips and lower abdomen. It was the other place that was unbearably ticklish. All Melanie could do was throw her head back and laugh, begging for mercy.
"PLEEEEEASE! STOOOOOP! AAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA! NOT THERE! PLEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEASE!" Of course, they showed her no mercy. And now, the other two feathers slid over to her breasts. They circled around her bouncing, jiggling breasts. Oh, how much it tickled! She had never really appreciated how ticklish her breasts could be. But the best was yet to come. The feathers moved up to her rock-hard nipples, and began to stroke either side of them. Melanie shrieked at this, as he drew the feathers up and down either side of her nipples. The other two feathers temporarily abandoned her hips to join the other nipples. They slowly drew the feathers up and down on either side of her nipples. She struggled with all her might, but the restraints held her still. Peals of laughter rippled out of her. She never realized how ticklish her nipples could be. Melanie couldn't help herself. She begged for them to stop.
"PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NOOOOOOOOO! STOP! STOP! PLEASE! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
They only tickled her harder, the feathers flashing over her breasts, stroking her underarms. Then, with no warning, the tickling stopped. Melanie gasped for air. Her break was short lived, however, as ten fingers resumed tickling on her underarms. But something new now happened, something she was longing for. She felt a nimble tongue begin to dart around her wet pussy. Her clitoris, excited by all the stimulation, had emerged from under its pink hood. The tongue darted lightly over it. A cry of pleasure escaped her lips, mingled with her giggles. Yes, please, she thought. Lick me. Oh, god, lick me please! During her last encounter, her lone tickler had tickled her while he licked her. She thought she would go mad with desire. Now there were two. The one tickling her armpits moved, still tickling her sides. He closed his mouth over one of her nipples, and suckled gently. She moaned softly through the giggles. The man licking her now reached down to her feet, gently tickling them as well. Melanie was swept away by the sensations assaulting her. Pleasure and tickling mingled in her. She felt her desire growing, along with the pressure in her groin. The last time she had been tormented like this, her captor had kept her on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. It had been frustrating, but glorious. Now, her two captors brought her slowly to the edge of orgasm. The light tickling, along with the licking and suckling, was priming her body for a powerful climax. She hoped they would let her come. The one suckling her nipples now moved his head to her ear.
"Do you want to come, now, Melanie?" he whispered, tickling in her ear. She gasped. She realized she knew who the other man was now! She knew his voice, and only one person had ever been able to tickle her ear like that with his breath. She nodded, moaning. She was beyond desire now. Now she was almost desperate. She would do anything to come!
"Then ask, Melanie," he said. His fingers flew over her armpits, playing her like a piano. She moaned her response.
"Pleeeeeee-hee-hee-heeease," she wriggled and writhed, desire swelling inside her.
"Please what?"
"Pleeee-hee-hee-heease let me cuuuuummmmm!"
All at once, the tickling intensified. She shrieked with laughter. And then, the one licking her, her original tormentor, flicked his tongue across her clit like a pro. Melanie was seized by a powerful orgasm. Her whole body tensed as the climax seized her. The other's fingers continued to tickle her armpits, and this served only to intensify the orgasm. For long, blissful seconds, she floated on the ecstacy. Finally, it faded. She lay back, limp, sweating, gasping, spent. For several seconds, they let her breathe. All at once, the tickling resumed. Their fingers swarmed over her body again. Fresh from her orgasm, her body was hypersensitive. She was even more ticklish than before. It was unbearable. Now her other tormentor was licking her while his partner tickled every inch of her luscious feet. Within seconds, she was cumming again. They didn't even let her catch her breath before launching her toward another climax. For several long minutes, the two men in black repeated the process, teasing and tickling her to orgasm after orgasm. After what she was sure was her one thousandth climax, they finally stopped. She lay back, panting. Her body was covered in sweat. She trembled all over. After a few minutes, she felt the restraints loosen on her legs and ankles. Then her arms were freed. The blindfold remained on her head. Two strong arms pulled her upright, supporting her shaky legs. She heard clanking and movement. She couldn't know that her tormentors were shifting the table she had been lying on. Panels swivelled into new positions. A soft seat appeared at its center. Two soft platforms appeared on either side. She was pulled forward.
"Step up, Melanie," one off them said. She was too dazed to refuse. They helped her climb up some strange step, and eased her into a kneeling position on the platforms on either side of the table, her legs positioned wide apart. They pulled her arms up over her head again, and she felt them attach new straps to her wrists. Her arms were now suspended from the ceiling. A crank raised the straps, pulling her upright, stretching her body, but not uncomfortably so. She felt straps now close over her ankles, locking her feet into place. She was trapped in this kneeling position. She then felt something slide up between her legs. She gasped as she felt smooth skin slide against her body.
"Now that you're warmed up, dear Melanie," said one of them (she couldn't tell which one anymore), "the real fun can begin." She felt flutters in her stomach. She had no idea what they were going to do next, but she felt excited. Fingers began stroking her underarms again. She giggled and struggled. Her bare feet were tickled again. She laughed with abandon. This was never going to end! With no warning, she felt a new sensation. Something was pressing against the entrance to her throbbing passage. Her jaw dropped in surprise. She felt a flush of warmth in her groin. One of them was preparing to enter her! By now, Melanie was consumed with lust. She was their very willing playmate. She spread her legs a little farther apart, inviting him inside her, wanting him inside her. Easily, his penis slid into her well-lubricated vagina.
"<GASP> OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned as she felt his hard, thick member slide deep inside her. Her moans filled the room as he eased his hips back and forth, thrusting deep inside her. Each thrust touched her g-spot. Her head dropped back as she surrendered to this new pleasure. Again, with no warning, ten wicked fingers danced up and down her feet. At the same time, ten more fingers stroked her underarms. Melanie tossed and wiggled, unable to escape. Her thrashing had the wonderful effect of driving the cock deeper into her, swiveling around inside her, rubbing her g-spot again and again. She had never experienced anything like this before. Not even in her wildest fantasies. Laughter mixed with groans of pleasure soon gave way to cries of ecstacy as another orgasm shook through her. She shuddered and trembled. The tickling ceased while she came. After a few seconds, she hung panting against the chest of the man inside her. He resumed thrusting into her. She cried out, helpless before the pleasure.
"OOOOHHHHHH!! YESSSSSSSS!" He thrust deep inside her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm again. Just before she was ready to tip over the edge, they began to tickle her. She wailed helplessly. The tickling combined with the deep thrusts to drive her to heights of pleasure she had never known before. After her third orgasm, they stopped again. She hung, panting, exhausted, overwhelmed. The man under her wrapped his arms around her, burying his mouth in her neck, kissing and nibbling. She tilted her head back, allowing him to kiss her whole neck. The other man pressed his lips to the back of her neck. She groaned. Then she stiffened as she felt a new sensation. The other man was pressing his hard member against her anus. Her whole groin was wet with her honey. Her anus was already well lubricated. He eased the tip of his manhood inside. He caressed her back, urging her to relax. She complied, and arched her back, groaning deeply as he easily slid into her. Melanie had never felt anything like this before. She had fantasized about anal sex before, but always assumed it would hurt. Nothing could be further from the truth! It was wonderful! She was surprised by how good it felt, having the two men deep inside her, feeling their hard, muscular bodies pressed against her soft, smooth skin. She was whimpering now. She squealed as they began to slide in and out of her. The motion was piston-like; one in, one out. They moved with incredible unity. It was as if they were of one mind, and that mind was bent on giving Melanie the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced. One in, one out. Her fists clenched unconsciously as the pleasure began to build again. Her front lover reached up, caressing and squeezing her breasts. He then slid his hands down her ribs, eliciting giggles with her moans. She squirmed as her rear lover reached down and stroked her feet. Her laughter was now breathless. The sensations were building to a new fever pitch. The tickling was light, but incessant. Melanie knew she was going insane with ecstacy.
"OOOHHHHH! OH NO!! OH YES!! OH NO!! OH GOD!!" Melanie climaxed again. But now her lovers stepped up the tempo. Their thrusts grew deeper and faster. The tickling increased in intensity and speed. Melanie's orgasm ripped through her. And within seconds, another thundered through her. Her body took over as her mind was overwhelmed. She thrashed and writhed. Her hips swivelled and bucked. They stopped thrusting, letting her hips do all the work. She ground against them, feeling their cocks rubbing inside her, touching all her sweet spots. Their fingers danced over her hypersensitive body. Ecstacy burned through her. She came again. Her cried gave way to screams. They tickled her harder, the two men gritting their teeth, determined to hold out against their own orgasms for as long as possible, determined to give her the exquisite pleasure for as long as possible. Melanie came again. She screamed with laughter and rapture. The men thrust deep into her. She came again, reaching new plateaus of pleasure. They thrust into her with total abandon. She came yet again, squealing and writhing. She came again and again. The men were relentless. But they had finally reached their limits. Melanie screamed to one final climax. As the orgasm seized her, they finally exploded inside her. Their cried of release mingled with hers as they gushed deep inside her. Melanie was swept up by the longest, deepest, hottest, most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. It ran up her legs, down her arms, into her breasts, concentrating deep in her center, and exploding outward, firing every nerve in her body. It was indescribable bliss. Several minutes, it seemed to last. She felt her lovers empty themselves into her, and that drove her deeper into ecstacy. She felt them spurt, shake, shudder, and wrap themselves around her as her climax thundered on. She was unaware of the sounds she made, of her body tensing, her back arching, her hands shaking. She wished this feeling would last forever. Finally, it began to fade. She slowly came to herself. She became aware of her gasping and panting. She was utterly, completely, totally spent. Melanie slumped back against her lovers, and passed out.
Melanie's eyes fluttered open. Light was streaming into her bedroom window. She stretched, and realized she was back in her own bed. The memories came back into focus. The sweet torment. The unbearable pleasure. The passion. She was exhausted, yes, but felt the deepest satisfaction of her life. She was relaxed and content. She slid her hands down her body, and found she was still nude. But she felt clean. Her tormentors, her lovers, had bathed her and brought her home. Then she noticed something on the covers, over her stomach. Two envelopes sat there. She slit one open, and pulled out the note. She smiled as she read it. It said, simply, "I'll be done when I'm done." She knew, without needing anyone to tell her, that he wasn't done. She lifted the second envelope, finding as she did so, that a red rose was tied to it. She pulled out the note tucked inside. She blushed as she read it. She lay her head back on her pillow, summoning up the memory of last night. Her stomach fluttered. She knew she would meet them both again. She couldn't wait.
I hope everyone enjoys the story!Note: this story takes place several weeks after the events described in Melanie's Abduction Parts 1 and 2.
MELANIE'S ABDUCTION: SWEET TORMENT
"G'nite, Mel!" called out Susan. Melanie turned back on her way out the office door.
"Good night, Susie! I'll call you Sunday!"
"Ooo... got plans tonight and tomorrow?" Melanie gave her a mischievous look.
"Maybe I'm gonna get crazy this weekend," Susan laughed and waved her out the door. Melanie headed for the elevator that led to the parking garage. She sighed deeply as she got on. It was very late. She was one of the few people left in the office building. So she had the elevator entirely to herself. It had been a long week, and Melanie was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. Truth be told, she didn't have any plans, but her husband was out of town until next weekend on a business trip, so she had the house to herself. She thought she might just rent some videos, or maybe call some girlfriends and have a day out on the town. But tonight, after a long week, she planned to head home, put up her feet, and relax.
She had no way of knowing someone else had other plans for her.
She entered the dark, almost empty garage. Her footsteps were the only sound. Now, Melanie was tired, and looking forward to going home. Plus, being late, the garage, while well lit, still had several dark corners. A figure watched her from one of those corners. He was dressed entirely in black, from his boots to the black face mask he wore. So she could be forgiven for having no clue she was being watched. Silently, he slipped through the shadows, following Melanie to her car. He had been waiting for this for a long time. A few weeks ago, he had abducted Melanie from her home and played out his wildest fantasies by tying her up and tickling her. But he had new plans now. Plans he had laid out carefully, and was ready to carry out.
The garage was empty. She was almost to her car. He slipped silently behind her, still hidden in the shadows. He grabbed her, placing a cloth across her mouth and nose. Melanie tried to scream and run, but he had too strong a grip on her, and all that emanated from the coth was a muffled yell. As she breathed in, she began to feel dizzy. Chloroform! Her struggling grew weaker, and she collapsed in his arms. He stuffed the rag into his pocket, hoisted her body into his arms, and darted to his own waiting vehicle. So far, so good.
Melanie struggled back to consciousness. She was aware of a dim light. She tried to move, and found she couldn't. Her arms were bound above her head. She could feel her wrists and elbows restrained. Her ankles and knees were similarly bound. She was lying on a solid, but padded surface, but at an angle. She was also fully dressed. As her head cleared, she had the sense that she wasn't alone.
"Who's there?" she said, craning her head to see around her. A man dressed in black emerged from the shadows. He was wearing a ski mask, and had piercing eyes. She knew him.
"You!" The man in black smiled. It was a hungry smile. A smile of satisfaction.
"Me," he said. Melanie felt her heart beating faster. This man had kidnapped her once before. And he had mercilessly tickled and stimulated her. It had been the most terrifying, and erotic, experience of her life. After it was over, and she awoke in her own bed again, she had found a note he had left. It had said, "I'll be done when I'm done." And she knew he would return someday. She had been both anticipating, and dreading it. Now that day had come.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, he said, "And I'm not done." He approached her, producing a sharp knife. Melanie gasped. He reached down and neatly sliced off the buttons of her jacket. He reached under the flaps, and gently stroked her ribs. She rewarded him with her beautiful giggling. It was music to his ears. He continued to tickle her until she finally cried out.
"S-s-s-stop!" He stopped. She stared at him, breathing heavily. Her busom heaved as she breathed.
"Oh, dear. Let's help you get your breath back." He sliced her jacket off her body, pulling the strips out from the restraints. He then flashed the knife again, popping the buttons off her blouse. He pulled it back to expose her bare stomach, ribs, and her bra. Her breathing grew only heavier. Melanie had many abduction fantasies, daydreams of being carried off somewhere by a mysterious stranger and ravished. Fantasy and reality were two entirely different things, but she knew deep down he wouldn't hurt her. He wanted something else from her. But having her clothes slowly cut off her body was far more arousing than she had expected it to be. He gently slid his fingers over her bare stomach. For the first time, she noticed he wore fingerless gloves, the better to tease and tickle her. She began to giggle lightly again. Her stomach quivered under his touch. He drew little circles up and down her ribs. His fingers danced up her sides to her underarms. Her giggles began to turn into full laughs at that.
"AHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
And then, they danced back down, resuming the light touch that elicited giggles from the helpless woman. She bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the electric tickling sensations rippling all over her torso. And then he stopped again. Melanie struggled to control her breathing. He pulled the knife out again, and sliced her blouse off. She could now feel the padded cuffs he had used to restrain her arms. He then sliced off her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce free. Her nipples were already hard. He stepped back to admire the sight of Melanie's heaving, bare breasts. Suddenly, she yelped, as ten fingers began to stroke her smooth underarms.
"WHA-AHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! SSS-S-S-S-TOPP!" The man in black smiled.
"Oh, did I forget to mention, I brought a friend?" And with that, he attacked her ribs again.
"NOOOOO-OHHH-HOO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!" Melanie shrieked and wriggled helplessly as twenty fingers danced over her ticklish body. The man in front of her stroked her ribs and stomach, while the person behind spider-walked his fingers up and down her arms, always returning to the hollows of her underarms. She thrashed and laughter spilled out of her. After a few minutes of this, the two stopped, giving her a chance to catch her breath. She had been completely unprepared for two ticklers! Now her heart was pounding, partly from the exertion, partly from excitement, partly from dread. What would they do next. The other tickler now circled around to face her. He was also dressed entirely in black. He was a bit shorter than the man she knew, and also wore fingerless gloves. They nodded at each other, and the other man walked over to Melanie. He reached over and pulled out the hairpins she had used to secure her hair earlier that day. Her short blonde hair spilled down, just barely brushing her shoulders. He stroked her hair for a few seconds, then pulled out a blindfold. He wrapped it securely around her head. Now Melanie was completely unable to see. She could hear the two men circle around her. She gasped when she felt one of them grab her skirt. With a few deft slices of a knife, it fell to the floor. All Melanie was wearing, now, was her black stockings, her black panties, and her shoes. It was her feet that now occupied her tormentors' attention. She felt them slowly undo the straps, and pull them off. She yelped as ten fingers gently stroked her soles. It tickled so much through the nylon! Melanie had never been tickled through nylon before, but she had always heard how unbearable it was. She gasped deeply as ten fingers drew slowly up and down the tops of her feet. It tickled, but also sent a flush of unexpected pleasure into her. She grunted and bit her lip as those fingers repeated the pattern on her soles, drawing verrrry slooooowly up and down. She whimpered as another ten fingers did the same thing on her underarms. Melanie trembled under this new torment, squirming slightly. They stopped. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. She couldn't believe how incredibly hot that was! Between the blindfold, and the slow strokes, she was getting very turned on, despite herself. She didn't have time to reflect on this, however, as they resumed the gentle stroking, this time on her sides. She whimpered again as they caressed her body slowly, describing circles, spirals, long lines, and patterns on her quivering torso. Their fingers caressed her across her stomach, up her torso, around her heaving breasts, over to her sensitive armpits, back down her sides. One of them returned his attention to her feet, again using slow strokes up and down her soles. Their touches were hovering just on the edge of tickling her, and just on the edge of caressing her. She was gasping for breath, and she could feel herself moistening in her groin. She gasped again, as her tormentors now sliced off her stockings. One of them completed the strip by cutting her panties clean off. Melanie was now completely nude.
She heard floorboards creak as the two men shifted position. Her heart was pounding. Her whole body was tensed, waiting for the next touch. She gasped again as she felt the cold tip of one of the knives drawn slowly down her cheek. It was a gentle touch, not harming her in the slightest. She was surprised at the flush of pleasure it sent through her. The knife disappeared. Her soles were again caressed with that slow stroke. Her legs trembled. She was definitely getting wet, and hoped her two tormentors wouldn't notice. But they had. One of them, she wasn't sure which one anymore, began to stroke his fingers across her underarms. The other increased the pressure on her soles, changing the sensation from intensely erotic caressing to light tickling. She began to giggle again.
"Mmmp! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-Hee-HEEHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!" Her laughter grew louder as the tickling intensified. She began pulling helplessly against her bonds again, unable to escape the tickling. Now, her whole body was open to them. The focused on her underarms and feet for the moment. She laughed and shrieked as ten fingers stroked her bare soles, sometimes tickling the balls of her feet, sometimes wiggling among her toes, mostly stroking her smooth arches, where it tickled most. All the while, ten more fingers teased and stroked her underarms. It was one of her most ticklish places. She thrashed wildly, desperate to escape this torment. But she couldn't. All of a sudden, the tickling stopped. She felt two more restraints, now closing over her upper arms, restraining her further. Another two straps were drawn over her thighs. Suddenly, nimble fingers began to play her inner thighs. Her laughter resumed, as the fingers worked their way slowly up toward her moist crevice. She wailed for mercy.
"NOOO! PLEASE! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEEEEEEEASE!" But her pleading was to no avail. She squealed as a new sensation drew across her stomach. Two stiff feathers had joined the action. The fingers withdrew from her thighs as the feathers stroked her stomach. Two more feathers now caressed her feet. Melanie was sweating, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead, her body flushed and pink. She didn't know how much more she could stand.
The feathers worked their way to her crotch again, stroking her inner thighs mercilessly. She pulled against her bonds for all she as worth, but couldn't budge them an inch. The feathers on her feet began to travel up her legs, sliding up her thighs, over her belly, up her sides, into her armpits. The other two now stroked her gently just outside her moist pink labia. Her hips tried to swivel out of the way, but to no avail. Then, they did the unexpected. The feathers turned north, and began to tease the hollows between her hips and lower abdomen. It was the other place that was unbearably ticklish. All Melanie could do was throw her head back and laugh, begging for mercy.
"PLEEEEEASE! STOOOOOP! AAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA! NOT THERE! PLEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEASE!" Of course, they showed her no mercy. And now, the other two feathers slid over to her breasts. They circled around her bouncing, jiggling breasts. Oh, how much it tickled! She had never really appreciated how ticklish her breasts could be. But the best was yet to come. The feathers moved up to her rock-hard nipples, and began to stroke either side of them. Melanie shrieked at this, as he drew the feathers up and down either side of her nipples. The other two feathers temporarily abandoned her hips to join the other nipples. They slowly drew the feathers up and down on either side of her nipples. She struggled with all her might, but the restraints held her still. Peals of laughter rippled out of her. She never realized how ticklish her nipples could be. Melanie couldn't help herself. She begged for them to stop.
"PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NOOOOOOOOO! STOP! STOP! PLEASE! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
They only tickled her harder, the feathers flashing over her breasts, stroking her underarms. Then, with no warning, the tickling stopped. Melanie gasped for air. Her break was short lived, however, as ten fingers resumed tickling on her underarms. But something new now happened, something she was longing for. She felt a nimble tongue begin to dart around her wet pussy. Her clitoris, excited by all the stimulation, had emerged from under its pink hood. The tongue darted lightly over it. A cry of pleasure escaped her lips, mingled with her giggles. Yes, please, she thought. Lick me. Oh, god, lick me please! During her last encounter, her lone tickler had tickled her while he licked her. She thought she would go mad with desire. Now there were two. The one tickling her armpits moved, still tickling her sides. He closed his mouth over one of her nipples, and suckled gently. She moaned softly through the giggles. The man licking her now reached down to her feet, gently tickling them as well. Melanie was swept away by the sensations assaulting her. Pleasure and tickling mingled in her. She felt her desire growing, along with the pressure in her groin. The last time she had been tormented like this, her captor had kept her on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. It had been frustrating, but glorious. Now, her two captors brought her slowly to the edge of orgasm. The light tickling, along with the licking and suckling, was priming her body for a powerful climax. She hoped they would let her come. The one suckling her nipples now moved his head to her ear.
"Do you want to come, now, Melanie?" he whispered, tickling in her ear. She gasped. She realized she knew who the other man was now! She knew his voice, and only one person had ever been able to tickle her ear like that with his breath. She nodded, moaning. She was beyond desire now. Now she was almost desperate. She would do anything to come!
"Then ask, Melanie," he said. His fingers flew over her armpits, playing her like a piano. She moaned her response.
"Pleeeeeee-hee-hee-heeease," she wriggled and writhed, desire swelling inside her.
"Please what?"
"Pleeee-hee-hee-heease let me cuuuuummmmm!"
All at once, the tickling intensified. She shrieked with laughter. And then, the one licking her, her original tormentor, flicked his tongue across her clit like a pro. Melanie was seized by a powerful orgasm. Her whole body tensed as the climax seized her. The other's fingers continued to tickle her armpits, and this served only to intensify the orgasm. For long, blissful seconds, she floated on the ecstacy. Finally, it faded. She lay back, limp, sweating, gasping, spent. For several seconds, they let her breathe. All at once, the tickling resumed. Their fingers swarmed over her body again. Fresh from her orgasm, her body was hypersensitive. She was even more ticklish than before. It was unbearable. Now her other tormentor was licking her while his partner tickled every inch of her luscious feet. Within seconds, she was cumming again. They didn't even let her catch her breath before launching her toward another climax. For several long minutes, the two men in black repeated the process, teasing and tickling her to orgasm after orgasm. After what she was sure was her one thousandth climax, they finally stopped. She lay back, panting. Her body was covered in sweat. She trembled all over. After a few minutes, she felt the restraints loosen on her legs and ankles. Then her arms were freed. The blindfold remained on her head. Two strong arms pulled her upright, supporting her shaky legs. She heard clanking and movement. She couldn't know that her tormentors were shifting the table she had been lying on. Panels swivelled into new positions. A soft seat appeared at its center. Two soft platforms appeared on either side. She was pulled forward.
"Step up, Melanie," one off them said. She was too dazed to refuse. They helped her climb up some strange step, and eased her into a kneeling position on the platforms on either side of the table, her legs positioned wide apart. They pulled her arms up over her head again, and she felt them attach new straps to her wrists. Her arms were now suspended from the ceiling. A crank raised the straps, pulling her upright, stretching her body, but not uncomfortably so. She felt straps now close over her ankles, locking her feet into place. She was trapped in this kneeling position. She then felt something slide up between her legs. She gasped as she felt smooth skin slide against her body.
"Now that you're warmed up, dear Melanie," said one of them (she couldn't tell which one anymore), "the real fun can begin." She felt flutters in her stomach. She had no idea what they were going to do next, but she felt excited. Fingers began stroking her underarms again. She giggled and struggled. Her bare feet were tickled again. She laughed with abandon. This was never going to end! With no warning, she felt a new sensation. Something was pressing against the entrance to her throbbing passage. Her jaw dropped in surprise. She felt a flush of warmth in her groin. One of them was preparing to enter her! By now, Melanie was consumed with lust. She was their very willing playmate. She spread her legs a little farther apart, inviting him inside her, wanting him inside her. Easily, his penis slid into her well-lubricated vagina.
"<GASP> OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned as she felt his hard, thick member slide deep inside her. Her moans filled the room as he eased his hips back and forth, thrusting deep inside her. Each thrust touched her g-spot. Her head dropped back as she surrendered to this new pleasure. Again, with no warning, ten wicked fingers danced up and down her feet. At the same time, ten more fingers stroked her underarms. Melanie tossed and wiggled, unable to escape. Her thrashing had the wonderful effect of driving the cock deeper into her, swiveling around inside her, rubbing her g-spot again and again. She had never experienced anything like this before. Not even in her wildest fantasies. Laughter mixed with groans of pleasure soon gave way to cries of ecstacy as another orgasm shook through her. She shuddered and trembled. The tickling ceased while she came. After a few seconds, she hung panting against the chest of the man inside her. He resumed thrusting into her. She cried out, helpless before the pleasure.
"OOOOHHHHHH!! YESSSSSSSS!" He thrust deep inside her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm again. Just before she was ready to tip over the edge, they began to tickle her. She wailed helplessly. The tickling combined with the deep thrusts to drive her to heights of pleasure she had never known before. After her third orgasm, they stopped again. She hung, panting, exhausted, overwhelmed. The man under her wrapped his arms around her, burying his mouth in her neck, kissing and nibbling. She tilted her head back, allowing him to kiss her whole neck. The other man pressed his lips to the back of her neck. She groaned. Then she stiffened as she felt a new sensation. The other man was pressing his hard member against her anus. Her whole groin was wet with her honey. Her anus was already well lubricated. He eased the tip of his manhood inside. He caressed her back, urging her to relax. She complied, and arched her back, groaning deeply as he easily slid into her. Melanie had never felt anything like this before. She had fantasized about anal sex before, but always assumed it would hurt. Nothing could be further from the truth! It was wonderful! She was surprised by how good it felt, having the two men deep inside her, feeling their hard, muscular bodies pressed against her soft, smooth skin. She was whimpering now. She squealed as they began to slide in and out of her. The motion was piston-like; one in, one out. They moved with incredible unity. It was as if they were of one mind, and that mind was bent on giving Melanie the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced. One in, one out. Her fists clenched unconsciously as the pleasure began to build again. Her front lover reached up, caressing and squeezing her breasts. He then slid his hands down her ribs, eliciting giggles with her moans. She squirmed as her rear lover reached down and stroked her feet. Her laughter was now breathless. The sensations were building to a new fever pitch. The tickling was light, but incessant. Melanie knew she was going insane with ecstacy.
"OOOHHHHH! OH NO!! OH YES!! OH NO!! OH GOD!!" Melanie climaxed again. But now her lovers stepped up the tempo. Their thrusts grew deeper and faster. The tickling increased in intensity and speed. Melanie's orgasm ripped through her. And within seconds, another thundered through her. Her body took over as her mind was overwhelmed. She thrashed and writhed. Her hips swivelled and bucked. They stopped thrusting, letting her hips do all the work. She ground against them, feeling their cocks rubbing inside her, touching all her sweet spots. Their fingers danced over her hypersensitive body. Ecstacy burned through her. She came again. Her cried gave way to screams. They tickled her harder, the two men gritting their teeth, determined to hold out against their own orgasms for as long as possible, determined to give her the exquisite pleasure for as long as possible. Melanie came again. She screamed with laughter and rapture. The men thrust deep into her. She came again, reaching new plateaus of pleasure. They thrust into her with total abandon. She came yet again, squealing and writhing. She came again and again. The men were relentless. But they had finally reached their limits. Melanie screamed to one final climax. As the orgasm seized her, they finally exploded inside her. Their cried of release mingled with hers as they gushed deep inside her. Melanie was swept up by the longest, deepest, hottest, most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. It ran up her legs, down her arms, into her breasts, concentrating deep in her center, and exploding outward, firing every nerve in her body. It was indescribable bliss. Several minutes, it seemed to last. She felt her lovers empty themselves into her, and that drove her deeper into ecstacy. She felt them spurt, shake, shudder, and wrap themselves around her as her climax thundered on. She was unaware of the sounds she made, of her body tensing, her back arching, her hands shaking. She wished this feeling would last forever. Finally, it began to fade. She slowly came to herself. She became aware of her gasping and panting. She was utterly, completely, totally spent. Melanie slumped back against her lovers, and passed out.
Melanie's eyes fluttered open. Light was streaming into her bedroom window. She stretched, and realized she was back in her own bed. The memories came back into focus. The sweet torment. The unbearable pleasure. The passion. She was exhausted, yes, but felt the deepest satisfaction of her life. She was relaxed and content. She slid her hands down her body, and found she was still nude. But she felt clean. Her tormentors, her lovers, had bathed her and brought her home. Then she noticed something on the covers, over her stomach. Two envelopes sat there. She slit one open, and pulled out the note. She smiled as she read it. It said, simply, "I'll be done when I'm done." She knew, without needing anyone to tell her, that he wasn't done. She lifted the second envelope, finding as she did so, that a red rose was tied to it. She pulled out the note tucked inside. She blushed as she read it. She lay her head back on her pillow, summoning up the memory of last night. Her stomach fluttered. She knew she would meet them both again. She couldn't wait.
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