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Intensely Aniston
MF, None consent, Bondage, Sexual Content, Foot Job
Featuring Jennifer Aniston
For: Rajee
By: Slaver Tickler
It was a sweltering Summers night in California, on a Saturday night when she would have gladly gone out with her friends Courtenay Cox, or Lisa Kudrow, former “Friends” star Jennifer Aniston had decided to stay in and enjoy the comforts of her air-conditioned condominium. As it would turn out, upon arriving home from the set of her new movie, the actress would discover that utility had been turned off for repairs. Of all the nights to have it turned off, thought Jan as she slipped of her clingy, sweat soaked, blouse, soon followed by her knee length skirt.
“I guess I take a cold shower, and watch a movie.” sighed the tanned beauty as she strolled into the bath room.
Unbeknownst to the lovely Miss Aniston, a man had broken into her home shortly before she arrived their. He had been casing our her residence for some time, keeping track of when she arrived and when she left. Normally the actress didn’t come home until much later, but due to union restriction for the labourers on the set of her film the producers decided to send everyone home early rather then stop production ever hour because of the heat. With the closet door open a crack he had watched nervously as Jennifer had begun to undress, and then sighed with relief as she walked off to take her shower. Unfortutunetly seeing the stunning woman in her white lace braw and panties had left him with a raging hard on, and a desperate need to release his tension.
The man carefully stepped out of the closet, and began shuffling through his sack. Adjusting stiff loins within his black sweat pants, he smiled under his ski mask, as he found what he was looking for. Any true professional needs a alternate plan, just in case something goes wrong with the first one, and this thief was no exception. Reaching into the bag he pulled out a roll of duck tape and some Chloroform, the smile under his ski mask grew even larger.
Jennifer heard a loud knock coming from the other room, as she wrapped a towel around her wet body. Slipping a pair of flip flops she kept near the tub, the blonde beauty opened the door to the bath room and made her way down the hall way. It must be Courtenay and Lisa come to rescue me, she thought, as she neared the door. Suddenly a strange queasy feeling turned her stomach and she slowed her pace. Something didn’t seem right, it was like some one was watching her. Then she felt a hand wrap around her waist, and another clasp around her mouth. Jen was in the clutches of an intruder, she struggled and pulled, losing her towel in the desperate attempt to escape. Despite her best efforts the actress soon fell victim to the chloroform soaked rag, passing out in the burglars arms.
When Jennifer awoke she could feel the cool touch of linoleum on her back. The haziness of her vision cleared, and terror set in, as Jen saw the bright blue eyes staring at her through the dark ski mask. The actress screamed and tried to get to her feet, but soon discovered that her limbs were restrained by a generous about of silver coloured tape, duck tape… those damn Canadian. Looking over her attacker she noticed that the crotch of his pants were particularly strained, she screamed again as horrible thoughts raced through her head.
“Ya got to love these new condos eh Jen… can I call you Jen?” asked the burglar rhetorically, “The walls are extra think so rich big shots like yourself won’t hear, or be heard…” he added, “… of course that can work against you too, sometimes .”
“Oh please, don’t hurt me, take my money, and my back card, my pin number is…” pleaded the delirious actress, until a hand was placed over her mouth.
“I’ve already taken you money, and some jewels too, it’s not like you needed that wedding ring anymore right?” said the man cruelly, “No what I want from you is a little more… intimate.” he added caressing her right leg
“No… please, don’ do this, please?” whimpered Jennifer thinking the worst, “leave now and I won’t tell anyone you were here… I-I swear.”
“Wait, wait, did you think I was going to… no… I would never, I can’t believe you would think that.” said the man, “All I want is a foot job, and I’m outta here.”
“Eww, no, you’re degusting, let me up right now!” demanded Jennifer, more angry the scared, “You pig!”
“Ok, I thought this might happen, and I have to tell you I am a little disappointed..” said the man shaking his head, “If you weren’t so uptight you wouldn’t have lost…”
“Fuck off!” screamed Jen, “You have attacked me, exposed me and humiliated me, do you have to bring that up too.” she said with a tear in her eye, “Please just leave me alone.”
“Sorry, I can’t, I’m the bad guy in this fantasy, and since you’ve refused to meet my demands I have no choice but to tickle you.” he explained.
“Oh no, not that.” pleaded Jen, “I couldn’t bare it, it would kill me!”
“Oh nonsense, it’s just what you need, it works every time.” he rebutted.
Jen closed her eyes, and whimpered to herself as the man’s hands closed in on her defenceless form. The man sighed as he admired her tone, tan, body, his only regret was that he couldn’t restrain her face up and down at the same time, he would have loved to test out the sensitivity of her firm ass as well. Sacrifices must be made, just so long as it was somebody ells making them. The man’s cock throbbed, and his ball ached as his fingers grew closer to Aniston’s south armpits.
“Oh… oh no, don’t tickle, please.” pleaded Jen, to the delight of the intruder, “Eek, giggle, ha, ha, he, he, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, please, stop it, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, mercy stop, stop it please!”
“You give me a foot job, and I’ll stop, until then there’ll be no mercy for you.” he said.
The man’s finger wriggled around within the depths of Jen’s deep smooth hallows. The actress’s upper body jerked, and she felt his feather soft touch on the sensitive area. Squealing she tried to pull her duck tapped arms from the cold kitchen floor, with no luck. All she could do was giggle as his hands intruded upon her helpless form.
“Oh please, stop!” screamed Jen as she felt his fingers slide down her sides, almost seeming to tickle each rib along the way, “Hahahahaha, hehehehehe, please stop, I can’t stand it, hehehehehe, ha, hahahahaha, wheeze. Snort, giggle, hahahahaha, hehehehehe!”
The man smiled under his mask, relieving in his victims suffering, even though he knew he wasn’t harming her physically. This was only the second time he had used this method to torture some one, in fact it was only the second time he’d used it at all. He’d gotten the idea from an old movie he’d seen, couldn’t remember the name of it, but is had worked last time, and it had been a lot of fun… for him anyways.
The fiendish man’s hands were gently kneading their way down either side of the starlets torso when they stopped at the half way point. Jen sobbed softly and, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Looking up she could see her tormentors cold blue eyes stair down at her. For a moments she thought he was going to stop, but just as she caught her breath his finger tips dug into her sides mercilessly, and she howled like a tortured animal.
The man’s cock throbbed in his sweats, never before had he been so turned on. His eyes locked on to Jennifer’s firm, perky tits, jiggling with every spasm. He’d seen them on the before, in paparazzi pictures he’d come across on the web, but nothing compared to the real thing, live and in living colour. Slowly he brought his left hand back up the right side of her body, while continuing to tickler furiously with his right. Jen’s hysterical laughter was like music to his ears, and her pleas the lyrics to his favourite song.
“Oh god, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please stop, don’t tickle me please.” squealed the helpless actress, “Wait, what, giggle, hay, he, he, he, cut that out… not my boob… snort… please.”
The strangers eye’s widened with delight at the reactions his prisoner has to him gently stroking the outer curve of her right breast. His finger playfully stoked the actress’s tanned tit with a gentleness he’d never know he had, Jen tried vainly to turn her upper body away, but all that did was make her mammary jiggle more, and draw the attention of his right hand.
“No, no, no, pleas stop, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, pleas get away from my boobs, get off me, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, stop, mercy mercy, please I can’t stand it!” screamed the helpless woman.
“Say foot job, or it never stops.” reminded the burglar as his thumbs circled her areolas.
“HELP, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, please somebody help me, hehehehehe, hahahahaha…” screamed the woman just before the sound topped coming from her.
The man knew it was time to kick it into high gear. When a victim goes into silent laughter it meant she was close to breaking, or at least last time it had been that way. Digging his fingers into her lower ribs he began to massage his way down her body. The blonde beauty wriggled and bucked silently as her body fought to get air back in her lung. Suddenly she there was a sickening gasp, and finally the howl of laughter returned.
“Hehehehehe, hahahahaha, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, hahahahaha, hehehehehe… snort, giggle, snort…” demanded Aniston, feeling her resistance at it end, “STOP IT, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, NO MORE, koff, koff, hahahahaha, I CAN”T BARE IT, hehehehehe, YOU MOTHER F… snort!”
Tear pored from Jennifer’s eye’s and sweat glistened from her firm figure. Gasping for air she could feel the last of her energy leaving her, and she had very little in reserve. Soon the man’s hands came to bare on her knees, squeezing them mercilessly. The actress instinctively tried to move her leg, but the fiend had tapped them taught, and flat to the floor. As tired as she was, there was no way for her to escape. Helpless and vulnerable, compliantly alone, Jen felt like she would lose her mind soon if her tormentor wasn’t stopped.
“No, please not their!” screamed Miss Aniston as the thief moved down to her feet, “That the worst, how can you be so cruel!” she demanded.
“I told you, I’m the villain.” he replied, smirking under his mask, “Foot job or not?”
“NEVER YOU BASTARD!” screamed Jen.
“Glad to hear you say that, cause feet are my favourite.” he replied, gently running his middle finger along her arch, “And yours are so perfect.”
“HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHEHE, STOP IT, STOP IT!” screamed Jennifer, “PLEASE, HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHA, I CAN’T STAND IT, HAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, snort, HEHEHEHE,HAHAHAHAHA…”
Screams and please fell on overjoyed ears, as the man’s finger played along the outer edge of Jen’s arch. The hapless woman had tried to curl her toes, but he simply pulled them back with his free hand. He was only toying with her of course, at anytime he could cut lose with all five finger (or even ten if her used both hands) and shatter the last remnants of Aniston’s will. Unfortunately for Jen (or perhaps fortunately) he had decided he wanted to teas her for a little longer. He’d noticed her labia had become quit swollen and appeared a little damp, so he knew a part of her must have been enjoying it, if only her deepest, darkest parts.
“PLEASE STOP IT!” screamed the woman again, as she felt a finger stoke the base of her toes, “I CAN’T STANF IT, HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, OH, OH GOD I’M GOING TO PEE, HAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHA, I GIVE PLESE STOP PLEASE, FOOT JOB, FOOT JOB MERCY STOP!”
“Pee huh, well you can go to the bath room after my foot job.” he said puling the tape from her ankles.
Jen was dizzy, and still giggling as her ankles were freed, and then tapped together. Grasping her feet, the burglar gently bent them inward, holding them tightly around his swollen cock. The actress gasped as she felt the fat width of his penis between her soles, and tilted her head up just enough to get a good look at it.
Gasping again, jenny couldn’t believe the size to the bulb that popped out from between her soles. As the man’s rhythm increased so did the friction on her soles, and she started to giggle again.
“Oh no,. please hurry, giggle, it’s tickling my feet… I can’t hold it much longer… hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hurry, faster, come one, faster please, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, snort, giggle, I can’t hold it….” she pleaded.
Suddenly a warm golden liquid spurted from Jen’s urethra , coating the linoleum floor she laid on. As she felt the strain leave her kidneys, she could also feel a warm sticky load of cum coat her toes. Looking up the humiliated woman could see a look of absolute bliss in the face of her captor. Suddenly burglars grip loosened, and Jen kicked her legs forward, catching her tormentor on the lower left side of his jaw, knocking him our.
“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET BASTARD!” said Jen, who pulled at her arms, “Shit… now how do I get out of here?”
To be continued…
MF, None consent, Bondage, Sexual Content, Foot Job
Featuring Jennifer Aniston
For: Rajee
By: Slaver Tickler
It was a sweltering Summers night in California, on a Saturday night when she would have gladly gone out with her friends Courtenay Cox, or Lisa Kudrow, former “Friends” star Jennifer Aniston had decided to stay in and enjoy the comforts of her air-conditioned condominium. As it would turn out, upon arriving home from the set of her new movie, the actress would discover that utility had been turned off for repairs. Of all the nights to have it turned off, thought Jan as she slipped of her clingy, sweat soaked, blouse, soon followed by her knee length skirt.
“I guess I take a cold shower, and watch a movie.” sighed the tanned beauty as she strolled into the bath room.
Unbeknownst to the lovely Miss Aniston, a man had broken into her home shortly before she arrived their. He had been casing our her residence for some time, keeping track of when she arrived and when she left. Normally the actress didn’t come home until much later, but due to union restriction for the labourers on the set of her film the producers decided to send everyone home early rather then stop production ever hour because of the heat. With the closet door open a crack he had watched nervously as Jennifer had begun to undress, and then sighed with relief as she walked off to take her shower. Unfortutunetly seeing the stunning woman in her white lace braw and panties had left him with a raging hard on, and a desperate need to release his tension.
The man carefully stepped out of the closet, and began shuffling through his sack. Adjusting stiff loins within his black sweat pants, he smiled under his ski mask, as he found what he was looking for. Any true professional needs a alternate plan, just in case something goes wrong with the first one, and this thief was no exception. Reaching into the bag he pulled out a roll of duck tape and some Chloroform, the smile under his ski mask grew even larger.
Jennifer heard a loud knock coming from the other room, as she wrapped a towel around her wet body. Slipping a pair of flip flops she kept near the tub, the blonde beauty opened the door to the bath room and made her way down the hall way. It must be Courtenay and Lisa come to rescue me, she thought, as she neared the door. Suddenly a strange queasy feeling turned her stomach and she slowed her pace. Something didn’t seem right, it was like some one was watching her. Then she felt a hand wrap around her waist, and another clasp around her mouth. Jen was in the clutches of an intruder, she struggled and pulled, losing her towel in the desperate attempt to escape. Despite her best efforts the actress soon fell victim to the chloroform soaked rag, passing out in the burglars arms.
When Jennifer awoke she could feel the cool touch of linoleum on her back. The haziness of her vision cleared, and terror set in, as Jen saw the bright blue eyes staring at her through the dark ski mask. The actress screamed and tried to get to her feet, but soon discovered that her limbs were restrained by a generous about of silver coloured tape, duck tape… those damn Canadian. Looking over her attacker she noticed that the crotch of his pants were particularly strained, she screamed again as horrible thoughts raced through her head.
“Ya got to love these new condos eh Jen… can I call you Jen?” asked the burglar rhetorically, “The walls are extra think so rich big shots like yourself won’t hear, or be heard…” he added, “… of course that can work against you too, sometimes .”
“Oh please, don’t hurt me, take my money, and my back card, my pin number is…” pleaded the delirious actress, until a hand was placed over her mouth.
“I’ve already taken you money, and some jewels too, it’s not like you needed that wedding ring anymore right?” said the man cruelly, “No what I want from you is a little more… intimate.” he added caressing her right leg
“No… please, don’ do this, please?” whimpered Jennifer thinking the worst, “leave now and I won’t tell anyone you were here… I-I swear.”
“Wait, wait, did you think I was going to… no… I would never, I can’t believe you would think that.” said the man, “All I want is a foot job, and I’m outta here.”
“Eww, no, you’re degusting, let me up right now!” demanded Jennifer, more angry the scared, “You pig!”
“Ok, I thought this might happen, and I have to tell you I am a little disappointed..” said the man shaking his head, “If you weren’t so uptight you wouldn’t have lost…”
“Fuck off!” screamed Jen, “You have attacked me, exposed me and humiliated me, do you have to bring that up too.” she said with a tear in her eye, “Please just leave me alone.”
“Sorry, I can’t, I’m the bad guy in this fantasy, and since you’ve refused to meet my demands I have no choice but to tickle you.” he explained.
“Oh no, not that.” pleaded Jen, “I couldn’t bare it, it would kill me!”
“Oh nonsense, it’s just what you need, it works every time.” he rebutted.
Jen closed her eyes, and whimpered to herself as the man’s hands closed in on her defenceless form. The man sighed as he admired her tone, tan, body, his only regret was that he couldn’t restrain her face up and down at the same time, he would have loved to test out the sensitivity of her firm ass as well. Sacrifices must be made, just so long as it was somebody ells making them. The man’s cock throbbed, and his ball ached as his fingers grew closer to Aniston’s south armpits.
“Oh… oh no, don’t tickle, please.” pleaded Jen, to the delight of the intruder, “Eek, giggle, ha, ha, he, he, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, please, stop it, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, mercy stop, stop it please!”
“You give me a foot job, and I’ll stop, until then there’ll be no mercy for you.” he said.
The man’s finger wriggled around within the depths of Jen’s deep smooth hallows. The actress’s upper body jerked, and she felt his feather soft touch on the sensitive area. Squealing she tried to pull her duck tapped arms from the cold kitchen floor, with no luck. All she could do was giggle as his hands intruded upon her helpless form.
“Oh please, stop!” screamed Jen as she felt his fingers slide down her sides, almost seeming to tickle each rib along the way, “Hahahahaha, hehehehehe, please stop, I can’t stand it, hehehehehe, ha, hahahahaha, wheeze. Snort, giggle, hahahahaha, hehehehehe!”
The man smiled under his mask, relieving in his victims suffering, even though he knew he wasn’t harming her physically. This was only the second time he had used this method to torture some one, in fact it was only the second time he’d used it at all. He’d gotten the idea from an old movie he’d seen, couldn’t remember the name of it, but is had worked last time, and it had been a lot of fun… for him anyways.
The fiendish man’s hands were gently kneading their way down either side of the starlets torso when they stopped at the half way point. Jen sobbed softly and, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Looking up she could see her tormentors cold blue eyes stair down at her. For a moments she thought he was going to stop, but just as she caught her breath his finger tips dug into her sides mercilessly, and she howled like a tortured animal.
The man’s cock throbbed in his sweats, never before had he been so turned on. His eyes locked on to Jennifer’s firm, perky tits, jiggling with every spasm. He’d seen them on the before, in paparazzi pictures he’d come across on the web, but nothing compared to the real thing, live and in living colour. Slowly he brought his left hand back up the right side of her body, while continuing to tickler furiously with his right. Jen’s hysterical laughter was like music to his ears, and her pleas the lyrics to his favourite song.
“Oh god, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please stop, don’t tickle me please.” squealed the helpless actress, “Wait, what, giggle, hay, he, he, he, cut that out… not my boob… snort… please.”
The strangers eye’s widened with delight at the reactions his prisoner has to him gently stroking the outer curve of her right breast. His finger playfully stoked the actress’s tanned tit with a gentleness he’d never know he had, Jen tried vainly to turn her upper body away, but all that did was make her mammary jiggle more, and draw the attention of his right hand.
“No, no, no, pleas stop, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, pleas get away from my boobs, get off me, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, stop, mercy mercy, please I can’t stand it!” screamed the helpless woman.
“Say foot job, or it never stops.” reminded the burglar as his thumbs circled her areolas.
“HELP, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, please somebody help me, hehehehehe, hahahahaha…” screamed the woman just before the sound topped coming from her.
The man knew it was time to kick it into high gear. When a victim goes into silent laughter it meant she was close to breaking, or at least last time it had been that way. Digging his fingers into her lower ribs he began to massage his way down her body. The blonde beauty wriggled and bucked silently as her body fought to get air back in her lung. Suddenly she there was a sickening gasp, and finally the howl of laughter returned.
“Hehehehehe, hahahahaha, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, hahahahaha, hehehehehe… snort, giggle, snort…” demanded Aniston, feeling her resistance at it end, “STOP IT, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, NO MORE, koff, koff, hahahahaha, I CAN”T BARE IT, hehehehehe, YOU MOTHER F… snort!”
Tear pored from Jennifer’s eye’s and sweat glistened from her firm figure. Gasping for air she could feel the last of her energy leaving her, and she had very little in reserve. Soon the man’s hands came to bare on her knees, squeezing them mercilessly. The actress instinctively tried to move her leg, but the fiend had tapped them taught, and flat to the floor. As tired as she was, there was no way for her to escape. Helpless and vulnerable, compliantly alone, Jen felt like she would lose her mind soon if her tormentor wasn’t stopped.
“No, please not their!” screamed Miss Aniston as the thief moved down to her feet, “That the worst, how can you be so cruel!” she demanded.
“I told you, I’m the villain.” he replied, smirking under his mask, “Foot job or not?”
“NEVER YOU BASTARD!” screamed Jen.
“Glad to hear you say that, cause feet are my favourite.” he replied, gently running his middle finger along her arch, “And yours are so perfect.”
“HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHEHE, STOP IT, STOP IT!” screamed Jennifer, “PLEASE, HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHA, I CAN’T STAND IT, HAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, snort, HEHEHEHE,HAHAHAHAHA…”
Screams and please fell on overjoyed ears, as the man’s finger played along the outer edge of Jen’s arch. The hapless woman had tried to curl her toes, but he simply pulled them back with his free hand. He was only toying with her of course, at anytime he could cut lose with all five finger (or even ten if her used both hands) and shatter the last remnants of Aniston’s will. Unfortunately for Jen (or perhaps fortunately) he had decided he wanted to teas her for a little longer. He’d noticed her labia had become quit swollen and appeared a little damp, so he knew a part of her must have been enjoying it, if only her deepest, darkest parts.
“PLEASE STOP IT!” screamed the woman again, as she felt a finger stoke the base of her toes, “I CAN’T STANF IT, HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, OH, OH GOD I’M GOING TO PEE, HAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHA, I GIVE PLESE STOP PLEASE, FOOT JOB, FOOT JOB MERCY STOP!”
“Pee huh, well you can go to the bath room after my foot job.” he said puling the tape from her ankles.
Jen was dizzy, and still giggling as her ankles were freed, and then tapped together. Grasping her feet, the burglar gently bent them inward, holding them tightly around his swollen cock. The actress gasped as she felt the fat width of his penis between her soles, and tilted her head up just enough to get a good look at it.
Gasping again, jenny couldn’t believe the size to the bulb that popped out from between her soles. As the man’s rhythm increased so did the friction on her soles, and she started to giggle again.
“Oh no,. please hurry, giggle, it’s tickling my feet… I can’t hold it much longer… hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hurry, faster, come one, faster please, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, snort, giggle, I can’t hold it….” she pleaded.
Suddenly a warm golden liquid spurted from Jen’s urethra , coating the linoleum floor she laid on. As she felt the strain leave her kidneys, she could also feel a warm sticky load of cum coat her toes. Looking up the humiliated woman could see a look of absolute bliss in the face of her captor. Suddenly burglars grip loosened, and Jen kicked her legs forward, catching her tormentor on the lower left side of his jaw, knocking him our.
“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET BASTARD!” said Jen, who pulled at her arms, “Shit… now how do I get out of here?”
To be continued…
I like how you let us in on the burglar`s thoughts as he carries out his burglary and attack!
