This is my first posted story, I hope you enjoy. Contains Adult Content.
Lisa had enough. It was only her freshman year of college, and her life was a living hell, thanks to one girl- Amy Goode. Contrary to her name, Amy spent most of her time being the worst roommate she could be. She was a selfish, naive homeschooled girl who was constantly nagging Lisa and cutting her down to the other girls on the floor... and somehow, they all took Amy's side. To them, Amy was an innocent little thing with a perfect body she conveniently hid under baggy, modest clothing, who was being tormented by Lisa, the punk girl from the city. Enough was enough. Lisa was ready to put her in her place.
She clutched the flyer she had found at a party she had stumbled into a week before. In white lettering on black paper, the flyer read:
"Revenge is our business. Complete satisfaction by client or your money back." Then they listed a cell phone number.
Trembling a bit, Lisa dialed the number. A female voice answered, "Revenge is our business."
"Yes... Lisa said, "I need your services. My roommate is horrible, and I need to put her in her place. Can you help?"
Without missing a beat, the voice replied, "Is she ticklish?"
"Uh...I, what?"
"Is she ticklish?"
Lisa paused in surprise, then suddenly came to mind a time when they had first moved in. She had seen Amy's bare feet hanging over the bed, toes curling as she read, and couldn't resist running her nails down the bare soles. Amy had shrieked and pulled away, proceeding to scream at Lisa until she was nearly in tears. That was when the roommate from hell came into being.
"Yes...yes, she's extremely ticklish actually."
"Good. Give us your name and address, and we'll do the rest."
"Oh... ok, um. it's Lisa Myers. Kissinger Dorm, 304."
There was a click as the phone call ended.
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That night, Lisa sat in bed, waiting for Amy to come home. She didn't know how or when the revenge would take place, but she was excited. Maybe this was finally the solution to her problem. Suddenly, there was a knock. She answered, opening the door a crack. Before her stood a stunning Goth girl in black lipstick and an outfit that resembled fetish gear.
"Do you want to watch?" she asked.
"Watch what?"
"Your revenge."
"My re... where's Amy?"
The girl laughed. "We have her already. Come on, you might enjoy this."
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After a short car ride, the two arrived at an old, abandoned looking apartment complex. "This is where we do business," stated the Torturess, as Lisa had begun to call her in her head. They went down some stairs and stopped at a basement apartment.
"Don't tell anyone what you see here tonight, or you'll be likely to end up here for a far different reason," the Torturess stated. Lisa nodded quickly.
They entered a dimly lit room. Girls in similar fetish gear milled around, and seeing Lisa and her escort they smiled. "She's all ready," one said. They were lead into a back bedroom, and the sight before Lisa's eyes nearly caused her to faint.
Amy was stretched tightly in a spread eagle fashion on a beautifully carved old king-size bed. Her wrists and ankles were tightly fastened to the bedposts. It didn't look like she could do a thing except perhaps flex her fingers and toes, turn her head and bounce her hips slightly. She was blindfolded, and most surprising of all, she wore nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties. Her breasts were perhaps a large B, and perfect, with pink nipples hardening in the cool air of the apartment. Her body looked fantastic, ribs delicately outlined, muscles stretched taut, her shoulder length blonde hair carefully moved out of her face. She lay unconscious, completely at the disposal of the Toruress and her followers.
Lisa gasped, "Ohmygod... what are you going to do to her?"
The Torturess giggled, "Oh... don't worry, it's going to be an incredible night for all present."
Amy awakening to being blindfolded, and soon recognizing her predicament, began struggling in earnest, screaming for help. In response, the Torturess ran a finger down Amy's right sole. Amy screamed, her whole body tensed up, and she frantically began begging:
"Oh please, oh my gosh, please let me go, what are you going to do? Oh my gosh, no don't TOUCH me please pleeeeease, I'll do anything!!!"
"Silence," the Torturess spoke, and surprisingly, she got it. "You're here because someone you know thinks you deserve to be here. You're here because you've been inconsiderate of another, and deserve to be punished. You're also here to make sure that you never treat this person in this way ever again. Finally, you're here because we LOVE to tickle... and you happen to be exquisitely ticklish."
Amy was struck without words. At this last phrase, she began shaking in fear and whimpering, and with that, the girls took their places. Long sets of nails rested on her soles, her legs, her hips, her belly, her ribs, and in her smooth pits. As each set of 10 was placed, Amy twitched violently and finally was able to speak. "Please oh please, don't do this... you don't understand, I can't take it, please, I'm SORRY! I didn't mean it, I'll do anything!!!" Lisa took a position at Amy's feet to watch, knowing now that Amy had no chance of receiving mercy... and more than a little excited and interested to see the proceedings. The Torturess nodded.
One by one, the girls sprang into action, lightly dragging their nails over the assigned areas. Amy's reaction was immediate. She shrieked, squealed, bucked as much as the bonds would allow, and finally burst into frenzied giggles. The fingers kept up their delicate tickling.
Lisa felt herself grow a little wet.
(To be continued...)
Lisa had enough. It was only her freshman year of college, and her life was a living hell, thanks to one girl- Amy Goode. Contrary to her name, Amy spent most of her time being the worst roommate she could be. She was a selfish, naive homeschooled girl who was constantly nagging Lisa and cutting her down to the other girls on the floor... and somehow, they all took Amy's side. To them, Amy was an innocent little thing with a perfect body she conveniently hid under baggy, modest clothing, who was being tormented by Lisa, the punk girl from the city. Enough was enough. Lisa was ready to put her in her place.
She clutched the flyer she had found at a party she had stumbled into a week before. In white lettering on black paper, the flyer read:
"Revenge is our business. Complete satisfaction by client or your money back." Then they listed a cell phone number.
Trembling a bit, Lisa dialed the number. A female voice answered, "Revenge is our business."
"Yes... Lisa said, "I need your services. My roommate is horrible, and I need to put her in her place. Can you help?"
Without missing a beat, the voice replied, "Is she ticklish?"
"Uh...I, what?"
"Is she ticklish?"
Lisa paused in surprise, then suddenly came to mind a time when they had first moved in. She had seen Amy's bare feet hanging over the bed, toes curling as she read, and couldn't resist running her nails down the bare soles. Amy had shrieked and pulled away, proceeding to scream at Lisa until she was nearly in tears. That was when the roommate from hell came into being.
"Yes...yes, she's extremely ticklish actually."
"Good. Give us your name and address, and we'll do the rest."
"Oh... ok, um. it's Lisa Myers. Kissinger Dorm, 304."
There was a click as the phone call ended.
-------
That night, Lisa sat in bed, waiting for Amy to come home. She didn't know how or when the revenge would take place, but she was excited. Maybe this was finally the solution to her problem. Suddenly, there was a knock. She answered, opening the door a crack. Before her stood a stunning Goth girl in black lipstick and an outfit that resembled fetish gear.
"Do you want to watch?" she asked.
"Watch what?"
"Your revenge."
"My re... where's Amy?"
The girl laughed. "We have her already. Come on, you might enjoy this."
-------------
After a short car ride, the two arrived at an old, abandoned looking apartment complex. "This is where we do business," stated the Torturess, as Lisa had begun to call her in her head. They went down some stairs and stopped at a basement apartment.
"Don't tell anyone what you see here tonight, or you'll be likely to end up here for a far different reason," the Torturess stated. Lisa nodded quickly.
They entered a dimly lit room. Girls in similar fetish gear milled around, and seeing Lisa and her escort they smiled. "She's all ready," one said. They were lead into a back bedroom, and the sight before Lisa's eyes nearly caused her to faint.
Amy was stretched tightly in a spread eagle fashion on a beautifully carved old king-size bed. Her wrists and ankles were tightly fastened to the bedposts. It didn't look like she could do a thing except perhaps flex her fingers and toes, turn her head and bounce her hips slightly. She was blindfolded, and most surprising of all, she wore nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties. Her breasts were perhaps a large B, and perfect, with pink nipples hardening in the cool air of the apartment. Her body looked fantastic, ribs delicately outlined, muscles stretched taut, her shoulder length blonde hair carefully moved out of her face. She lay unconscious, completely at the disposal of the Toruress and her followers.
Lisa gasped, "Ohmygod... what are you going to do to her?"
The Torturess giggled, "Oh... don't worry, it's going to be an incredible night for all present."
Amy awakening to being blindfolded, and soon recognizing her predicament, began struggling in earnest, screaming for help. In response, the Torturess ran a finger down Amy's right sole. Amy screamed, her whole body tensed up, and she frantically began begging:
"Oh please, oh my gosh, please let me go, what are you going to do? Oh my gosh, no don't TOUCH me please pleeeeease, I'll do anything!!!"
"Silence," the Torturess spoke, and surprisingly, she got it. "You're here because someone you know thinks you deserve to be here. You're here because you've been inconsiderate of another, and deserve to be punished. You're also here to make sure that you never treat this person in this way ever again. Finally, you're here because we LOVE to tickle... and you happen to be exquisitely ticklish."
Amy was struck without words. At this last phrase, she began shaking in fear and whimpering, and with that, the girls took their places. Long sets of nails rested on her soles, her legs, her hips, her belly, her ribs, and in her smooth pits. As each set of 10 was placed, Amy twitched violently and finally was able to speak. "Please oh please, don't do this... you don't understand, I can't take it, please, I'm SORRY! I didn't mean it, I'll do anything!!!" Lisa took a position at Amy's feet to watch, knowing now that Amy had no chance of receiving mercy... and more than a little excited and interested to see the proceedings. The Torturess nodded.
One by one, the girls sprang into action, lightly dragging their nails over the assigned areas. Amy's reaction was immediate. She shrieked, squealed, bucked as much as the bonds would allow, and finally burst into frenzied giggles. The fingers kept up their delicate tickling.
Lisa felt herself grow a little wet.
(To be continued...)
