Heya everyone, I'm famous for abandoning stories cuz I move so much... so hopefully I finally manage to finish this one. 
Since I'll be stuck here all year. ><
I'm in Iraq right now for the rest of the year, with plenty of frustration since I can't really go anywhere or do anything but work and sit at my computer.
^o^ So I think I will use this time to take up my pent up imagination and put it to good use.
I hope this is worthy to what is basically my favorite forum of all time, enjoy!
I'll be updating the story in this very thread, so stay tuned.
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The Cult - Awakening
by Ace Riley
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It took some finessing to convince Robin to come along with him to this trip. Robin was very close to Drake ever since they got together after high school, and has been very open about what made each other tick. She was pretty open to the idea of tickling, and the fetish intrigued her. Still, being asked to come to this trip, a “meet” between tickling enthusiasts, kind of worried her. She didn't want to disappoint Drake, who has always wanted to come to this meet since he heard about it years ago on an online web forum. She didn't want to spoil it for him now, and besides, what could possibly go wrong?
Drake was a gentle tickler. Possessed by an obsession with tickling that has brought their romantic life to a new height. The sensation brought out the most erotic feelings from within her she had to admit. She suspected that even she too was falling in love with tickling almost to fetish proportions, however unlike her husband, she did not feel too comfortable with being too open about it with just anybody. There was no need to be telling the world that you got off on tickling, regardless of the context. It was too much for her to deal with to have people look at her and know her little secrets, especially something so intimate with her husband.
However there they were, driving out into the countryside, entering the woodland areas of a distant state, to visit a group of tickle lovers out in some mansion far away. An estate that promised lodging and meals and loads of interesting people to meet. Interesting would definitely be accurate she thought.
She had heard of the exhibitions they perform at these meets, and the idea made her nervous. Drake told her that she did not have to participate in any of them, and in fact, if it bothered her so much, they would leave right then and there. She trusted Drake, and knew that nothing would go terribly astray. Perhaps she would enjoy this little trip if only she could relax.
After some time driving on an off trail some miles from the freeway, Drake noticed the exit road heading off toward the mountain trail.
“This is it. Man, I thought we'd never make it.” Drake said, pulling into the dirt road and going up toward the hillside. They could see it in the distance, the estate was huge, and looked like it was owned by someone extremely wealthy. There was open courtyard all around it, with what seemed like rolling hills surrounding it toward the horizon. The sun was setting then, they had taken longer than anticipated.
“It's beautiful...” Robin said, placing her hand on her husband's lap as he pulled toward the mansion parkway, a valet awaiting them and greeting them as they slowed to a stop.
Handing the keys to the young man, Drake helped his wife out of their vehicle and looked up toward the doorway, a man was there, dressed in what appeared to be a blazer and slacks, a bit more casual formal than the two expected, as they wore their typical shirt and jeans. However it didn't seem like dress was of any importance to the man, who beamed them a large smile and exclaimed,
“Welcome! I was afraid you two wouldn't arrive! You must be the lovely Robin and the oh so famous Drake Lancing yes?”
“Yes, I'm sorry we're so late. This was a very interesting trip.” Drake said, turning to fumble with his bags and that of his wifes, but two young men were already on the job, taking the bags and briskly going up the steps with it.
“Come now, no need to worry. Accommodations have already been fixed for the two of you.” the man beamed a smile at them and reached out to give a friendly hug and pat to Drake. “It's been a long time coming 'Starone'”, he said to Drake and they both laughed.
“Yes, Lionfire, way too long...”, they laughed again hearing them call each other by their call signs was humorous indeed. Robin put on a smile and tried her best to not get in the way of the two friends from meeting, but Grant noticed and put a hand on his chest in apology.
“Do forgive me Mrs. Lancing. My name is Grant Linton, your husband and I have spoken on-line for years, I was very happy to know I would be meeting him and his lovely wife this weekend.” Grant offered his hand to Robin, who shook it nervously but couldn't resist returning his sincere smile. He definitely had a strange charm to him.
“We were about to have dinner, and we'd love to invite you to dine with us and meet the rest of the group. That is, unless you'd prefer to rest first.”
Robin was pretty hungry, and Drake didn't complain. Agreeing to dinner and thanking their host, they followed him into the estate, where they were shown their room and escorted throughout the house. It was bigger inside than they anticipated.
With expensive decor and fancy tiling. Marble lined walls and pillars laced the property, with large portraits of what they could only assume were the family ancestors of their host. There were halls going far into the house that their glances couldn't see all the way through, and it seemed this house could hold a great number of people. Almost a castle in all regards.
They arrived at the dinner hall and were greeted by what appeared to be at least 30 patrons at once. Their resounding greeting took them both off guard. One by one, they stood from their seats and greeted them, saying they were worried they wouldn't show and that they are glad to see that they were safe.
It was rather breathtaking for Robin, who thought she would just shy away into a corner and hide from these folk. But they all seemed rather normal to her, a lot more women were present than she originally had thought, and they all went out of their way to make her seem at home there. The girls surrounded her and each one offered a hug to the young woman. Explaining to her how nervous they were when they first went to one of these, but now it's completely normal to them.
“My Husband has the habit of taking me to everything he loves, fishing... golfing, let's just say I found this far more entertaining for the both of us.”, a tall slender woman said, making all the other women talking to Robin giggle all too knowingly. Robin told them of how she found out about her husbands interests, and how it brought her all the way here.
They all were beautiful women, young like Robin, yet they seemed so calm and distinguished...
“Sometimes, it's a bit too unnerving to talk about it. But, you guys make me feel pretty comfortable with it.” Robin confessed, the girls smiling and feeling touched by the sentiment.
“Trust us Robin, you're in good hands here.”, said the first woman. Her hair red like fire, and her grin bright enough to light up a dark room.
Robin returned the smile and look past them briefly to see her husband speaking to a group of men he must have met online. Unlike the girls though, they seemed rather serious, perhaps engaging in the kind of conversation men do when the women weren't around. She caught something eerie though, from the corner of her eye there was a man sitting at the end of the table, sipping wine and looking up at her. Their gaze met briefly, and for some reason it chilled her.
“Roe?” her husband said, snapping Robin back to reality with a start.
Robin gasped and faced her husband “...oh jees. You startled me.”
“I'm sorry hun' I didn't mean to scare you, you ok?”
“I'm fine, I'm doing all right, just a bit tired I guess...”
“Well, we'll get to our room after a bite ok? I think they're about to start pretty soon...”
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“That was great Drake. I didn't think they would go all out like this.” Robin said, commenting on the food that was brought to everyone. They all sat at a large table and ate was basically amounted to a banquet. The host, Grant, sat at the head, and seemed to preside over every activity with great charm. His toast to all in the room was filled with great spirit, and it seemed it was contagious, as the evening went on Robin was growing keenly interested in the exhibition all seemed to talk about. Even she was beginning to grow anticipation.
It seemed like it was right around the corner. Grant stood up, interrupting the busy conversations of those attending with a small tapping of metal on glass. “May I have your attention please...”
Everyone looked at Grant silently, smiles on their faces. “It gives me great pleasure to welcome our newest guest, Angela, into our lovely group. Her will strong, and her faith even stronger. She has passed the tests and is now a member of our lovely family.”
This was met by much applause from the group, to which Robin joined in with a little apprehension. These people seemed much closer than met the eye, she truly felt out of the loop.
“Now, if you would follow me into the main chamber, we can witness Angela's first night with us together, which I am sure you've all been eager to see. Please, be silent as you walk into the room and take your seats, and keep all noise to a minimum as to not disturb the proceedings...”
Drake took Robin's hand reassuringly and gave her a knowing smile. His eyes seemed distant, and his smile sincere, but something was different about him tonight... perhaps he was growing excited. Robin smiled back at him, standing up and following him and the crowd down the darkly lit halls. The group no longer whispered to each other, and she felt a weird electricity in the air.
It grew within her as she turned into the room, following Drake down a row, where it seemed like love seats were laid out all facing the far end of the room. Drake and Robin sat at one close to the front of the room as the others chose partners and found their seats. The room was darkly lit, and eerily was only lined with candles on either side. The soft flickering of the light casting shadows across a long black veil in front of them that was slowly being drawn to the side.
Robin gasped at the sight before her. A young woman was tied to what appeared to be a large bondage device in the form of an X. Her wrists, ankles, thighs and forearms seemed to be strapped tightly with leather straps and she was held horizontally facing the crowd. She wore no clothes, sans a leather mask which seemed to cover her entire head except her mouth, which took Robin aback, and saw that she was perfectly shaven down below the navel. A gag that looked like a ball was wedged at her mouth and it seemed as if there would be no way for her to scream or talk with the apparatus.
Whispers among the spectators were being passed, and grew as four individuals in what looked like dark crimson robes and hoods appeared from the dark behind her.
Robin looked around, it seemed everyone was quietly observing, speaking amongst themselves. A glance to her husband revealed he was entrapped with the sight himself, not looking away for a moment. She grasped his hand and he responded by squeezing it firmly, but never looked away...
“We are here today, to witness the awakening of Anna. Who has come to us many months ago in search of freedom, physically and emotionally from the bonds that tie us from the realm of happiness to the realm of decay. Releasing now is the will to remain in a world of static circuits of reality and the crushing weight of dreams gone astray. Tonight we give wings to Anna, who will be reborn among us, witness to all, and may her pains be replaced for all eternity with the purity of laughter.”, spoke one of the robed men. His gestures ending with a bow that caused the crowd to cheer.
The crowd clapped suddenly. Robin's husband letting go of her grasp for just a moment to join in. Her confusion mounting as she clapped weakly, trying to appear good natured, but was troubled by it all just the same.
It then seemed to begin. The robed figures walked over toward the young woman, one positioned behind her and one at each side. The last figure stood in front of her and took a knee. Their hands rising up toward her body and suddenly began to rake at her skin.
Her reaction was slow at first, her lips pressed together in an attempt to ward them off it seemed, but it all came crashing down as she let out the first series of muffled laughter. Her body shook the frame that held her causing it to rattle but the tickling did not wane. She screamed into her gag to no avail.
The ticklers at her side each mimicked each other, prodding and kneading her ribs with one hands and raking their nails over her exposed armpits with the other. Each hand seemingly accustomed to the multi-tasking of tickling two places at once with differing speeds.
The figure behind her found particular delight in teasing the young girls ribs and breasts, which was causing quite the acute shrieks from the young woman, his fingers were deft and chose their spots carefully, gliding across her skin until he felt the need to strike and deeply knead into her flesh.
Her thighs were being stimulated as well by the scratching of what appeared to be the hands of a young woman. Long nails brushed against her sensitive skin. Her hips bucking against the frame, but the young nails always found their way back to the particularly sensitive skin by her womanhood. They lightly scratched and tickled away up and down her thighs, occasionally brushing up past her mound and up toward her hips, where thumbs kneaded and forced unbridled laughter from their victim.
Robin could only watch in amazement. The sight was intense, and it had only just begun. Minutes had gone by, and it seemed that the ticklers didn't abate not one second of the womans torment. She could see the womans nipples were hardening, and it was impossible not to notice the moisture dripping down the young girl's thighs. The crowd seemed pleased with what they were seeing, and she could see them growing excited at the scene before them.
After 30 minutes of this even Robin was feeling a bit uncomfortable. She did not like what she was seeing, but it was having an effect to see this young woman teased the way she was. Her nipples were being tickled by the robed figures in an incessantly subtle fashion, the same way they treated the lips of the young girl. Never direct and never for too long, it was enough to make even Robin feel tingles across her body.
One of the robed figures then saw it fit to wave his hand and stop the tickling for just a moment. The sound of the womans groaned screams stopped and her panting was heavily audible. They gave her a few moments, each of the robed members stepping away except for one. He spoke to her softly.
“Would you like this to stop Anna? Everybody is watching, we could all agree that to stop now would be understandable. We could allow this to end right now.”
The woman shook her head furiously. Letting it limp forward as she struggled for breath.
“Come now Anna, let it end, let it end and we can let you loose, back to where you came from. Back in the arms of your family back home, where you worked and studied and tried to become successful in your endeavors. This could all end, and you can be able to make the choices any young woman like yourself makes. You don't have to endure this, you can give in to what your body is telling you.”
She shouted into her gag and shook her head so furiously Robin felt she would snap her neck. The murmuring of the crowd was clearly audible, and the girl before them seemed to recover her composure.
“I see... then you're ready to let it all go. You're ready to finally let loose everything you once had, and are ready to be forget everything you have so struggled to fight for all these years? Your job, your family, and be welcomed to a new world?”
She gave a single nod, and with that he reached behind her, removing the gag that was strapped to her mouth. Waving his hand and instructing the robed figures to adjust the frame, it folded in a fashion that caused her legs to come up, almost as if she was in a sitting position, and levers were adjusted that forced her legs to spread apart. Locking them in place, they wasted little time to return to their positions at her body returning to the process of tickling the young woman, who for the first time to the crowd screamed with honest giggling and laughter.
The figures that were once at her side, seemed to pull out what seemed like bristled rods, which they brushed along side the edges and soles of the young womans feet for all to see. Holding the sides of her foot and applying the tool unabatedly to her instep and balls of each foot.
“Hah-hah-ha-ha-ha-hA-HA-ha-ha!!!!!” she laughed into the room, shaking the frame wildly, screams echoed between each series of laughter, always returning to the torturous giggling of the young woman.
They seemed to scratch away with these bristled rods which looked like they had small plastic balls at each tip, which seemed to wrench the laughter from the woman like nothing they had done before. The man who spoke so profoundly to the girl found his place behind her once more, but he focused solely on her armpits, soft fingers consistently spidering alongside the exposed hollows with unrelenting abandon, consistently forcing her to attempt to shift from one side to the other unsuccessfully, each armpit tickled with constant diligence.
The female figure who so delicately applied herself to the womans thighs was back, but this time using her nails to wring out torment from the young woman. She had no issues now with touching her pussy this round, teasing the hood of her clit as she danced her fingers along side the inner walls of her moist thighs. The girl panted and screamed and laughed from the tormentous touches of the group.
Robin sat there for 20 more minutes, each one more agonizing than the last, before she noticed the group around her was growing so excited that they began to touch themselves or their partner. Each love seat seemed to have a group of individuals growing ever so hot at the scene that they were kissing or fondling each other. The group of people she had seen be so mild mannered at the dinner table were letting go of their inhibitions and allowing themselves to let go to their passions before her eyes.
She looked at her husband, who to her shock seemed to be looking straight at her...
How long had he been staring at her? How long has it been she she was sitting there?
She stood up, confused and not understanding anything at all she stormed out of the room. Her husband called out to her, but all she could hear were the laughs of this young woman and her screams. She knew she was coming to watch a woman be tickled, but she didn't think the scene would be so dark, so serious... so heavy. She didn't understand what was happening, and knew she just couldn't have any part of it.
She walked down the hallways, which seemed to have their lights out, only lit by the occasional candlestick down each hall. She had remembered where they showed her their room, but she had been so distracted on her way to the exhibition she had lost her bearings.
For a moment, she had thought to turn around. Listening intently for the laughter of the girl, but she seemed to have walked too far. All she could hear was the dull ambiance of an empty mansion. And her own breathing...
She turned to continue... she would find a way to her room and grab the keys to the car. Drake would understand, she would find a hotel and pick him up in the morning, where she could feel at least a bit more calm than what she did now.
...but there was someone in front of her, and she screamed.
Grant rose a brow, raising his hands slowly. “I'm sorry I scared you... please, calm down.”
Robin put a hand on her chest and let out a deep breath. Relax girl... “I'm... I'm so sorry, I was startled Mr. Linton.”
“I understand, forgive me, the halls are dark at night during meetings like this.” he laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Were you trying to find your room?”
Robin caught her breath and looked at the man, and only then she noticed... he wore the crimson red robes of the people who were tickling that poor girl. “Uhm, yes... I was...” she eyed his wrists, the cuffs of the robe ending at his forearm, just barely covering what looked like a long tattoo. She briefly noticed what seemed to be the head of a snake before he lifted the cuff with his other arm and covered the image, smiling down at her.
“Robin. Are you happy?”
The question caught her off guard. What kind of question is that? “...uhm, yes I am. I'm happy to be here, and so is my husband, we were-...”
“No... I mean are you, happy... with everything, with life.”
Now she was getting scared. “Yes, I suppose.”
“Suppose...” he gestured toward the end of the hall. “That at the end of that hall, I knew a man who wanted you to be the happiest woman in the world. Who wants to only see that there would never be a weight on your shoulders, where your wings can spread free to catch the rays of the sun...”
Robin took a step back, but noticed another man entering the candlelight behind Grant. It was Drake! He had the crimson robes Grant wore on his body. He stared at her, his soft smile inviting, but his tired eyes seemed worried, nervous.
“What the hell is going on here Drake...?”
Drake walked next to Grant. His eyes lowering the ground as he spoke. “Robin... we aren't in the best place in our lives. I know, that you're unhappy, with where we are right now. The world itself makes you feel like there's nothing else to live for. We struggle just to find a purpose...”
Robin grit her teeth. Yes... she was depressed, and so was Drake. They smiled at people when they walked by and always returned the displays of affection given to them from others, but deep inside, they were not happy. Robin could feel the betrayal of people all around her, and was tired of hearing it on TV, at work, in the news. She told all this to Drake, who shared her sentiment, but why bring this up in such a chilling context?
“Drake, I'm leaving... I don't know what you want from this, but I don't want any part of this.”
Grant lifted a hand. “This may be so Robin... but, here, we believe that the mind is in conflict with the spirit... and your spirit is screaming to be heard. Are those the wishes of Robin, or are those the wishes of a world who speaks in written fact, and harsh portrayals of a reality we wish we sometimes had never joined?”
Robin looked at them both, Drake refused to look at her in the eyes. And she definitely knew she had to get out of there, now... there was no way she would hear another word. So she ran, ran down the hall from where she came. She made it ten steps before robed figures rushed toward her from either side like phantoms, grabbing hold of her arms and wrestling her to the ground. They were strong, and they were too fast for Robin, who struggled for all of 5 seconds before her hands were strung behind her back with zip-ties and her mouth was covered with a strong tape.
She screamed into her gag, trying to wrench her hands free from the grasps of the robed men but she was lifted to her feet and drug back toward Grant and her husband as if she weighed nothing at all. Her eyes wincing as she yelled a muffled scream to no avail before hearing the voice of Grant speak to her...
“We cannot be sure what holds us in life to that which we claim is normal. To that which guides us on a rail of insanity in a world that seems to show no real way, no real goal in that path to eternity. However, we can be sure if Robin here today truly wishes to remain a member of this insane world, and we will make sure that that decision is genuine.”
Grant motioned and the men drug her down the hall, her kicks and screams meaningless as she struggled to get help from her husband, who looked at nothing but the ground with his eyes shut in defeat.
“Do not fear Robin... for in due time, you will be released from all fear.”, were the last words he heard from Grant Linton, and she was plunged into the darkness of a very strange world indeed.
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How long had it been? She couldn't tell. Robin looked up toward the stone ceiling from where she lay. Her arms fastened tightly over her head and her ankles and thighs fastened to a long wooden table. Padding provided at her head and the small of her back, which only arched her chest upward, but not too far to be uncomfortable.
She winced, tears falling down the side of her face. They had stripped her naked except for her black lace bra and panty. Leaving her to lay on this rack like table for what felt like forever. She had cried for the most of it, but had begun to calm down now. Not knowing what to think.
She called out into the dim room. “Hello...? ...can someone help me!!?”, she yelled out. Her voice barely echoed, and she could tell the room had to have been pretty sound proofed... even if it wasn't, she was trapped in the confines of a mansion so far away from town she wondered if anybody ever even drove past the establishment...
How long had she known Drake? It had to have been nearly 6 years since they got married. Even then, she knew him from middle school. Why would he do this to her? Why would he allow them to take her like that? Did he not love her? She felt like crying again, but when it hit her she grew angry. He had betrayed her and she would not shed another tear for it.
“Let ME OUT NOW!!!” She screamed, thrashing in her bonds and screaming until she could scream no more. She could barely move, if anything she could lift her hips about an inch or so before her abs gave out on her. She was growing so frustrated, when she heard a door in the room open, foot steps coming up from behind her as the door shut. Robin shivered then, tensing up at what might happen to her.
“Hi!”, said a feminine voice. A girl coming up to her vision from above her head. Her orientation upside down, but she saw that it was a young girl, one that she hadn't seen before. “My name is Alice, and I'm here to prepare you for cleansing!”
Blonde pony tails were sticking out from either side of her head, accenting this young girls cheerful attitude. Robin grit her teeth in anger. “I want out of this now! Get me out!”
The girl frowned, stepping back and letting out a long, deep sigh.
“I didn't think it was going to be this bad.”, Alice walked around the table toward Robin's side, letting her see her full form. She wore a tight black sports bra and what appeared to be long crimson corduroy pants. With her belly showing and the black leather bracers she wore on each wrist, she looked like any young teenager from the mall. “I didn't think there would be so, much anger in you...”
Robin screamed at the girl. “Don't you understand! I said I want out of this! Please...” Robin calmed down a bit... “Please, let me go...”
“...and sadness. It hurts me to see this... I haven't seen such sadness for a long time. I've never been part of a cleansing before, but I think this is what I've been preparing for so long. Though, I didn't think sadness would be so contagious. It hurts me to see you like this Robin.” the young girl said. Her eyes solemn and sincere, looking down at Robin almost with pity. Robin was not liking this game at all.
“Look, I don't know what my husband has arranged with all of you, if this is just some kind of game he wants to play, then he should have told me about it. I don't need this ki~” Robin stuttered. “...this ki-..ind...stop it...”
Alice was brushing her fingers lazily at Robin's side. Her finger nails drawing small, fine little lines. “I think I see you finally smiling.”
Robin stiffened her lips. Resisting the sensation, but she dared not talk. Alice stepped forward, positioning herself better so that her other hand could reach over and tickle Robin's other side. The fingers scratched and swirled slowly up toward her belly and back down toward her sides, spidering ever so slowly forcing a smile to come up on Robin's lips.
“There you go... is it not better to just feel it? Feel the sensation making you think of nothing else but laughing?”, Alice began tickling up toward Robin's ribs, wiggling lightly at her rib cage, causing Robin to wince her eyes tightly shut and press her lips together. Her breathing becoming rabid.
“Tickle tickle tickle Robin..., it's ok to laugh. I'm tickling you to make you laugh after all...”
Robin couldn't believe this, to give in would put her in a dangerous predicament... but it tickled so much! “Oh..sto-ahahahahahaap!!!!”, she broke into a fit of giggles she would soon regret.
“There you go Robin. Tickle tickle, let those giggles free huh?” Alice smiled at her and proceeded to move her tickling back down to her sides, pinching her hips with her thumb gently while letting her fingers dance at her sides, making Robin give in completely and scream with laughter.
“STAAahP! HaHAhahaHahaHAHA!!! PleEEEASEaaaahahaha!!!!!”
Alice's touch was like electricity to Robin, her fingers caressed and massaged her ticklish skin with such gentle skill that she could not resist it. Fight it! Fight it Robin “HaHAhahahaHA!!!”
Alice stopped after a few moments, sighing happily and walking away from the table leaving Robin a bit breathless. “My my Mrs. Lancing, you sure were making me a bit worried. At first I was thinking you might not be ticklish and be lost to all hope, but now I know that we're going to have a good time tonight.”
Robin groaned... she had feared that very result.
“Now, Robin... what I'm about to do to you is tickle you for about two hours. It's going to be a bit rough at times, but it's only to prepare you for what's to come. Robin, please don't hate me, what I'm doing is for your better interests...”
Alice came back within view and held in her hand what appeared to be two long, stiff feathers. The tip of which seemed edged like the blade of a knife. Robin looked up in fear at the tools and was going to plead but felt the brushing of the feathers fall to her exposed armpits and immediately screamed and bit her lip.
“None of that Robin... I know you're ticklish already.”, she carved the feathers across her hollows, flicking and licking away at Robin's defenses with each swipe. “HeheheHEEeheeeheeeeeheeee!”
“These feathers sure do feel strange don't they? They itch at first, but then they tickle like nothing else. Not quite soft like you thought it was huh? Kitchy kitchy koo Robin...”
Robin laughed for the better part of an hour, the torturous tickling of the feathers were brought to her breasts, her belly, and even found themselves lingering between her thighs, where she desperately wanted to close them but found it impossible in her bondage. She pleaded with Alice, to let her go, but it never happened, all the girl did was hum to herself and smile at her with almost sickenly loving eyes.
Robin was sweating, and her body shimmered from head to toe. When the feathers seemed to stop working Alice would give her ribs a good workout with deep finger tickling and soft spider tickling at her underarms, each one producing an endless supply of laughter for Alice, who seemed to enjoy every minute of it.
“Break!” Alice said and finally stopped. Walking away with a quick twirl on her feet from the table leaving Robin groaning on the rack. Her breathing quick and fast paced as she felt the last bits of giggling escaping her lips. “...oh my god, please...”
“Well that had to be the longest ten minutes ever huh Robin?”
Robin's eyes grew panicked. Ten minutes?!? It couldn't be! “No, you have to be kidding me!”
She heard a giggle. “Yes, I was kidding Robin.” Alice came back into view with another toy in her hand. It was an electric toothbrush with a rotating head. Robin groaned, eyes rolling back into her head as she thrashed in her bondage. “NoooO!!!! Please! What do I have to do to make you stop!?! Please...”
Alice's smile faded a bit. Her expression looked a bit upset for a moment. “You're making this very hard on me Robin. I'm doing this to help you, and your anger is affecting me in ways I don't like.”
Alice took a finger and flicked up the cups of Robin's bra, much to the womans surprise.
“I don't care how angry you are. I know you enjoy having your nipples teased.” Alice said and flicked on the brush, applying the head to Robin's breast. Robin gasped and tried to retreat but she went nowhere. She cascaded into laughter and shook her body from side to side, making her breasts jiggle with the motion, finding their way back toward the tickling tool tip which shocked Robin like nothing else.
“Tickles?” Alice said, brushing a hand up her body and cupping her left breast, circling the brush over the top of Robin's hardened nipple.
“WaaAAAIT! HAHAhAHAhahahAhah!!!”
“Why stop now? You don't sound so angry when you're laughing...”
“HahAHahaHAHAahaAHAHA!!!!”Robin could not believe how much it tickled, it was driving her insane. It brought out nervous laughter she could not contain, and before she knew it Alice was on her other breast, applying the device to her sensitive skin making her wail with hysterics. The brush found itself circling her armpits as Alice took her nails to the other, Robin unable to tell which one tickled the most.
It was one big blur of laughter and insanity for the brief moments she could think long enough. The rest was pure hysteria and thrashing in her bonds. Her body feeling more naked than it ever had in her life...
Alice clicked the brush off. Looking at her leather bracer on her wrist and lifting a flap, eying the watch beneath. “Looks like time is up... see? It wasn't that bad to laugh... was it Robin?”
Robin breathed hard, feeling Alice lower her bra back onto her breasts. The young woman dabbed a towel on Robin's forehead and body, who was beginning to feel shivers with her body being soaked with sweat.
“They will come in here and let you loose for a bit. This is your holding area by the way. We're holding you here until the Guide has decided that you're ready for the Question.”
Robin looked incredulously at her. “...what are...you...talking about.”, she panted deeply.
“The Guide feels you are not ready to truly answer to yourself to the Question. He is not sure you are ready for it, or for what's to come. When you are ready, it will be up to you to give him the answer, but... I think you have a long way to go until then.”
Alice stepped away and approached the door above Robin's view. “I'll be back in an hour, so relax ok? The second session typically is worse than the first...Hee hee...”
The door shut. Robin groaned into the empty room, another session? Why? Why is this happening? How would she get out of this mess? Her body was tingling from the ordeal she just went through, yet she definitely felt calmer. She had to be tired from the entire mess, and was feeling as if she would just fall asleep right there and then.
Drake, where are you... why is this happening to her?
The door behind her opened suddenly. Robin gasped in surprise. Had she fallen asleep? Did she even notice herself nodding off?
“...wow, so relaxed that you were asleep?”, Alice walked in and surveyed Robin's body one more time. Giving Robin a chilling smile. “Well, I guess we might as well continue. I hope your feet are as ticklish as the rest of you...!”
Robin screamed before it even happened, the sound of the electric toothbrush by her feet was enough to make her heart pound with dread, but her fear-filled frown was replaced with the smile and laughter of a woman being tickled to the edge of known sanity...
“HAHahahaHAHAHAhahAHAha..!!!!”
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Drake was nervous about what was going on. He could hear the laughter of his wife in the next room, and felt his heart sink with guilt. Was this the right choice? Would she hate him forever for this?
“You look distressed.” Grant sat next to him on the long couch, offering him a glass of bourbon.
Drake looked at the glass and took it, downing it in a shot. His long sigh afterward cooling the warming flames of the liquid, trying to put him at ease but it was no use. “Perhaps I have failed her...”
“You do not know that Drake. You don't know what she will do yet. Have faith in her.” Grant said, pouring another glass. “You, above all others should know what she is going through.”
Drake shook his head... “But still, what if she...?”
Grant put a hand on his friends shoulder. “Faith, in the woman you love Drake.” Their eyes met, and Drake clenched his fists. Grant was right. He loved his wife, more than anything in the world. She would pull through this, and this would end on a good note, he just knew it had to.
“You're right Grant...”
The Guide stood then, and lifted the hood of his robe over his eyes. His voice deep, yet clear. “Tomorrow your wife will go through the Cleansing. It is there where we will see if she will be eligible for the Question. You do know, what we must do...to her, Drake.”
Drake shut his eyes. “I do. I will not feel shame. Her body is yours, until she is released. I... am just a witness.”
Grant smiled down at Drake. “Good..., then sleep well my friend. The future waits, but the present is everlasting...”
Grant walked away then. Shutting off the lights to Drake's room. With the silence now Drake could hear his wife's constant shrieks and laughter. Her cries for mercy and the rattling of bondage. Her laughter echoed through the walls where she was tickled, two hours on, one our off, for the entire night, only a few feet from where his bed was at.
He would be forced to listen to this, and forced to have faith in the love of his life. Forced to acknowledge his decision, his wishes, for her laughters to be forever genuine. For them to reach true happiness...until his eyes fell, into dark slumber.
End Part 1
Since I'll be stuck here all year. ><
I'm in Iraq right now for the rest of the year, with plenty of frustration since I can't really go anywhere or do anything but work and sit at my computer.
^o^ So I think I will use this time to take up my pent up imagination and put it to good use.
I hope this is worthy to what is basically my favorite forum of all time, enjoy!
I'll be updating the story in this very thread, so stay tuned.
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The Cult - Awakening
by Ace Riley
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It took some finessing to convince Robin to come along with him to this trip. Robin was very close to Drake ever since they got together after high school, and has been very open about what made each other tick. She was pretty open to the idea of tickling, and the fetish intrigued her. Still, being asked to come to this trip, a “meet” between tickling enthusiasts, kind of worried her. She didn't want to disappoint Drake, who has always wanted to come to this meet since he heard about it years ago on an online web forum. She didn't want to spoil it for him now, and besides, what could possibly go wrong?
Drake was a gentle tickler. Possessed by an obsession with tickling that has brought their romantic life to a new height. The sensation brought out the most erotic feelings from within her she had to admit. She suspected that even she too was falling in love with tickling almost to fetish proportions, however unlike her husband, she did not feel too comfortable with being too open about it with just anybody. There was no need to be telling the world that you got off on tickling, regardless of the context. It was too much for her to deal with to have people look at her and know her little secrets, especially something so intimate with her husband.
However there they were, driving out into the countryside, entering the woodland areas of a distant state, to visit a group of tickle lovers out in some mansion far away. An estate that promised lodging and meals and loads of interesting people to meet. Interesting would definitely be accurate she thought.
She had heard of the exhibitions they perform at these meets, and the idea made her nervous. Drake told her that she did not have to participate in any of them, and in fact, if it bothered her so much, they would leave right then and there. She trusted Drake, and knew that nothing would go terribly astray. Perhaps she would enjoy this little trip if only she could relax.
After some time driving on an off trail some miles from the freeway, Drake noticed the exit road heading off toward the mountain trail.
“This is it. Man, I thought we'd never make it.” Drake said, pulling into the dirt road and going up toward the hillside. They could see it in the distance, the estate was huge, and looked like it was owned by someone extremely wealthy. There was open courtyard all around it, with what seemed like rolling hills surrounding it toward the horizon. The sun was setting then, they had taken longer than anticipated.
“It's beautiful...” Robin said, placing her hand on her husband's lap as he pulled toward the mansion parkway, a valet awaiting them and greeting them as they slowed to a stop.
Handing the keys to the young man, Drake helped his wife out of their vehicle and looked up toward the doorway, a man was there, dressed in what appeared to be a blazer and slacks, a bit more casual formal than the two expected, as they wore their typical shirt and jeans. However it didn't seem like dress was of any importance to the man, who beamed them a large smile and exclaimed,
“Welcome! I was afraid you two wouldn't arrive! You must be the lovely Robin and the oh so famous Drake Lancing yes?”
“Yes, I'm sorry we're so late. This was a very interesting trip.” Drake said, turning to fumble with his bags and that of his wifes, but two young men were already on the job, taking the bags and briskly going up the steps with it.
“Come now, no need to worry. Accommodations have already been fixed for the two of you.” the man beamed a smile at them and reached out to give a friendly hug and pat to Drake. “It's been a long time coming 'Starone'”, he said to Drake and they both laughed.
“Yes, Lionfire, way too long...”, they laughed again hearing them call each other by their call signs was humorous indeed. Robin put on a smile and tried her best to not get in the way of the two friends from meeting, but Grant noticed and put a hand on his chest in apology.
“Do forgive me Mrs. Lancing. My name is Grant Linton, your husband and I have spoken on-line for years, I was very happy to know I would be meeting him and his lovely wife this weekend.” Grant offered his hand to Robin, who shook it nervously but couldn't resist returning his sincere smile. He definitely had a strange charm to him.
“We were about to have dinner, and we'd love to invite you to dine with us and meet the rest of the group. That is, unless you'd prefer to rest first.”
Robin was pretty hungry, and Drake didn't complain. Agreeing to dinner and thanking their host, they followed him into the estate, where they were shown their room and escorted throughout the house. It was bigger inside than they anticipated.
With expensive decor and fancy tiling. Marble lined walls and pillars laced the property, with large portraits of what they could only assume were the family ancestors of their host. There were halls going far into the house that their glances couldn't see all the way through, and it seemed this house could hold a great number of people. Almost a castle in all regards.
They arrived at the dinner hall and were greeted by what appeared to be at least 30 patrons at once. Their resounding greeting took them both off guard. One by one, they stood from their seats and greeted them, saying they were worried they wouldn't show and that they are glad to see that they were safe.
It was rather breathtaking for Robin, who thought she would just shy away into a corner and hide from these folk. But they all seemed rather normal to her, a lot more women were present than she originally had thought, and they all went out of their way to make her seem at home there. The girls surrounded her and each one offered a hug to the young woman. Explaining to her how nervous they were when they first went to one of these, but now it's completely normal to them.
“My Husband has the habit of taking me to everything he loves, fishing... golfing, let's just say I found this far more entertaining for the both of us.”, a tall slender woman said, making all the other women talking to Robin giggle all too knowingly. Robin told them of how she found out about her husbands interests, and how it brought her all the way here.
They all were beautiful women, young like Robin, yet they seemed so calm and distinguished...
“Sometimes, it's a bit too unnerving to talk about it. But, you guys make me feel pretty comfortable with it.” Robin confessed, the girls smiling and feeling touched by the sentiment.
“Trust us Robin, you're in good hands here.”, said the first woman. Her hair red like fire, and her grin bright enough to light up a dark room.
Robin returned the smile and look past them briefly to see her husband speaking to a group of men he must have met online. Unlike the girls though, they seemed rather serious, perhaps engaging in the kind of conversation men do when the women weren't around. She caught something eerie though, from the corner of her eye there was a man sitting at the end of the table, sipping wine and looking up at her. Their gaze met briefly, and for some reason it chilled her.
“Roe?” her husband said, snapping Robin back to reality with a start.
Robin gasped and faced her husband “...oh jees. You startled me.”
“I'm sorry hun' I didn't mean to scare you, you ok?”
“I'm fine, I'm doing all right, just a bit tired I guess...”
“Well, we'll get to our room after a bite ok? I think they're about to start pretty soon...”
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“That was great Drake. I didn't think they would go all out like this.” Robin said, commenting on the food that was brought to everyone. They all sat at a large table and ate was basically amounted to a banquet. The host, Grant, sat at the head, and seemed to preside over every activity with great charm. His toast to all in the room was filled with great spirit, and it seemed it was contagious, as the evening went on Robin was growing keenly interested in the exhibition all seemed to talk about. Even she was beginning to grow anticipation.
It seemed like it was right around the corner. Grant stood up, interrupting the busy conversations of those attending with a small tapping of metal on glass. “May I have your attention please...”
Everyone looked at Grant silently, smiles on their faces. “It gives me great pleasure to welcome our newest guest, Angela, into our lovely group. Her will strong, and her faith even stronger. She has passed the tests and is now a member of our lovely family.”
This was met by much applause from the group, to which Robin joined in with a little apprehension. These people seemed much closer than met the eye, she truly felt out of the loop.
“Now, if you would follow me into the main chamber, we can witness Angela's first night with us together, which I am sure you've all been eager to see. Please, be silent as you walk into the room and take your seats, and keep all noise to a minimum as to not disturb the proceedings...”
Drake took Robin's hand reassuringly and gave her a knowing smile. His eyes seemed distant, and his smile sincere, but something was different about him tonight... perhaps he was growing excited. Robin smiled back at him, standing up and following him and the crowd down the darkly lit halls. The group no longer whispered to each other, and she felt a weird electricity in the air.
It grew within her as she turned into the room, following Drake down a row, where it seemed like love seats were laid out all facing the far end of the room. Drake and Robin sat at one close to the front of the room as the others chose partners and found their seats. The room was darkly lit, and eerily was only lined with candles on either side. The soft flickering of the light casting shadows across a long black veil in front of them that was slowly being drawn to the side.
Robin gasped at the sight before her. A young woman was tied to what appeared to be a large bondage device in the form of an X. Her wrists, ankles, thighs and forearms seemed to be strapped tightly with leather straps and she was held horizontally facing the crowd. She wore no clothes, sans a leather mask which seemed to cover her entire head except her mouth, which took Robin aback, and saw that she was perfectly shaven down below the navel. A gag that looked like a ball was wedged at her mouth and it seemed as if there would be no way for her to scream or talk with the apparatus.
Whispers among the spectators were being passed, and grew as four individuals in what looked like dark crimson robes and hoods appeared from the dark behind her.
Robin looked around, it seemed everyone was quietly observing, speaking amongst themselves. A glance to her husband revealed he was entrapped with the sight himself, not looking away for a moment. She grasped his hand and he responded by squeezing it firmly, but never looked away...
“We are here today, to witness the awakening of Anna. Who has come to us many months ago in search of freedom, physically and emotionally from the bonds that tie us from the realm of happiness to the realm of decay. Releasing now is the will to remain in a world of static circuits of reality and the crushing weight of dreams gone astray. Tonight we give wings to Anna, who will be reborn among us, witness to all, and may her pains be replaced for all eternity with the purity of laughter.”, spoke one of the robed men. His gestures ending with a bow that caused the crowd to cheer.
The crowd clapped suddenly. Robin's husband letting go of her grasp for just a moment to join in. Her confusion mounting as she clapped weakly, trying to appear good natured, but was troubled by it all just the same.
It then seemed to begin. The robed figures walked over toward the young woman, one positioned behind her and one at each side. The last figure stood in front of her and took a knee. Their hands rising up toward her body and suddenly began to rake at her skin.
Her reaction was slow at first, her lips pressed together in an attempt to ward them off it seemed, but it all came crashing down as she let out the first series of muffled laughter. Her body shook the frame that held her causing it to rattle but the tickling did not wane. She screamed into her gag to no avail.
The ticklers at her side each mimicked each other, prodding and kneading her ribs with one hands and raking their nails over her exposed armpits with the other. Each hand seemingly accustomed to the multi-tasking of tickling two places at once with differing speeds.
The figure behind her found particular delight in teasing the young girls ribs and breasts, which was causing quite the acute shrieks from the young woman, his fingers were deft and chose their spots carefully, gliding across her skin until he felt the need to strike and deeply knead into her flesh.
Her thighs were being stimulated as well by the scratching of what appeared to be the hands of a young woman. Long nails brushed against her sensitive skin. Her hips bucking against the frame, but the young nails always found their way back to the particularly sensitive skin by her womanhood. They lightly scratched and tickled away up and down her thighs, occasionally brushing up past her mound and up toward her hips, where thumbs kneaded and forced unbridled laughter from their victim.
Robin could only watch in amazement. The sight was intense, and it had only just begun. Minutes had gone by, and it seemed that the ticklers didn't abate not one second of the womans torment. She could see the womans nipples were hardening, and it was impossible not to notice the moisture dripping down the young girl's thighs. The crowd seemed pleased with what they were seeing, and she could see them growing excited at the scene before them.
After 30 minutes of this even Robin was feeling a bit uncomfortable. She did not like what she was seeing, but it was having an effect to see this young woman teased the way she was. Her nipples were being tickled by the robed figures in an incessantly subtle fashion, the same way they treated the lips of the young girl. Never direct and never for too long, it was enough to make even Robin feel tingles across her body.
One of the robed figures then saw it fit to wave his hand and stop the tickling for just a moment. The sound of the womans groaned screams stopped and her panting was heavily audible. They gave her a few moments, each of the robed members stepping away except for one. He spoke to her softly.
“Would you like this to stop Anna? Everybody is watching, we could all agree that to stop now would be understandable. We could allow this to end right now.”
The woman shook her head furiously. Letting it limp forward as she struggled for breath.
“Come now Anna, let it end, let it end and we can let you loose, back to where you came from. Back in the arms of your family back home, where you worked and studied and tried to become successful in your endeavors. This could all end, and you can be able to make the choices any young woman like yourself makes. You don't have to endure this, you can give in to what your body is telling you.”
She shouted into her gag and shook her head so furiously Robin felt she would snap her neck. The murmuring of the crowd was clearly audible, and the girl before them seemed to recover her composure.
“I see... then you're ready to let it all go. You're ready to finally let loose everything you once had, and are ready to be forget everything you have so struggled to fight for all these years? Your job, your family, and be welcomed to a new world?”
She gave a single nod, and with that he reached behind her, removing the gag that was strapped to her mouth. Waving his hand and instructing the robed figures to adjust the frame, it folded in a fashion that caused her legs to come up, almost as if she was in a sitting position, and levers were adjusted that forced her legs to spread apart. Locking them in place, they wasted little time to return to their positions at her body returning to the process of tickling the young woman, who for the first time to the crowd screamed with honest giggling and laughter.
The figures that were once at her side, seemed to pull out what seemed like bristled rods, which they brushed along side the edges and soles of the young womans feet for all to see. Holding the sides of her foot and applying the tool unabatedly to her instep and balls of each foot.
“Hah-hah-ha-ha-ha-hA-HA-ha-ha!!!!!” she laughed into the room, shaking the frame wildly, screams echoed between each series of laughter, always returning to the torturous giggling of the young woman.
They seemed to scratch away with these bristled rods which looked like they had small plastic balls at each tip, which seemed to wrench the laughter from the woman like nothing they had done before. The man who spoke so profoundly to the girl found his place behind her once more, but he focused solely on her armpits, soft fingers consistently spidering alongside the exposed hollows with unrelenting abandon, consistently forcing her to attempt to shift from one side to the other unsuccessfully, each armpit tickled with constant diligence.
The female figure who so delicately applied herself to the womans thighs was back, but this time using her nails to wring out torment from the young woman. She had no issues now with touching her pussy this round, teasing the hood of her clit as she danced her fingers along side the inner walls of her moist thighs. The girl panted and screamed and laughed from the tormentous touches of the group.
Robin sat there for 20 more minutes, each one more agonizing than the last, before she noticed the group around her was growing so excited that they began to touch themselves or their partner. Each love seat seemed to have a group of individuals growing ever so hot at the scene that they were kissing or fondling each other. The group of people she had seen be so mild mannered at the dinner table were letting go of their inhibitions and allowing themselves to let go to their passions before her eyes.
She looked at her husband, who to her shock seemed to be looking straight at her...
How long had he been staring at her? How long has it been she she was sitting there?
She stood up, confused and not understanding anything at all she stormed out of the room. Her husband called out to her, but all she could hear were the laughs of this young woman and her screams. She knew she was coming to watch a woman be tickled, but she didn't think the scene would be so dark, so serious... so heavy. She didn't understand what was happening, and knew she just couldn't have any part of it.
She walked down the hallways, which seemed to have their lights out, only lit by the occasional candlestick down each hall. She had remembered where they showed her their room, but she had been so distracted on her way to the exhibition she had lost her bearings.
For a moment, she had thought to turn around. Listening intently for the laughter of the girl, but she seemed to have walked too far. All she could hear was the dull ambiance of an empty mansion. And her own breathing...
She turned to continue... she would find a way to her room and grab the keys to the car. Drake would understand, she would find a hotel and pick him up in the morning, where she could feel at least a bit more calm than what she did now.
...but there was someone in front of her, and she screamed.
Grant rose a brow, raising his hands slowly. “I'm sorry I scared you... please, calm down.”
Robin put a hand on her chest and let out a deep breath. Relax girl... “I'm... I'm so sorry, I was startled Mr. Linton.”
“I understand, forgive me, the halls are dark at night during meetings like this.” he laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Were you trying to find your room?”
Robin caught her breath and looked at the man, and only then she noticed... he wore the crimson red robes of the people who were tickling that poor girl. “Uhm, yes... I was...” she eyed his wrists, the cuffs of the robe ending at his forearm, just barely covering what looked like a long tattoo. She briefly noticed what seemed to be the head of a snake before he lifted the cuff with his other arm and covered the image, smiling down at her.
“Robin. Are you happy?”
The question caught her off guard. What kind of question is that? “...uhm, yes I am. I'm happy to be here, and so is my husband, we were-...”
“No... I mean are you, happy... with everything, with life.”
Now she was getting scared. “Yes, I suppose.”
“Suppose...” he gestured toward the end of the hall. “That at the end of that hall, I knew a man who wanted you to be the happiest woman in the world. Who wants to only see that there would never be a weight on your shoulders, where your wings can spread free to catch the rays of the sun...”
Robin took a step back, but noticed another man entering the candlelight behind Grant. It was Drake! He had the crimson robes Grant wore on his body. He stared at her, his soft smile inviting, but his tired eyes seemed worried, nervous.
“What the hell is going on here Drake...?”
Drake walked next to Grant. His eyes lowering the ground as he spoke. “Robin... we aren't in the best place in our lives. I know, that you're unhappy, with where we are right now. The world itself makes you feel like there's nothing else to live for. We struggle just to find a purpose...”
Robin grit her teeth. Yes... she was depressed, and so was Drake. They smiled at people when they walked by and always returned the displays of affection given to them from others, but deep inside, they were not happy. Robin could feel the betrayal of people all around her, and was tired of hearing it on TV, at work, in the news. She told all this to Drake, who shared her sentiment, but why bring this up in such a chilling context?
“Drake, I'm leaving... I don't know what you want from this, but I don't want any part of this.”
Grant lifted a hand. “This may be so Robin... but, here, we believe that the mind is in conflict with the spirit... and your spirit is screaming to be heard. Are those the wishes of Robin, or are those the wishes of a world who speaks in written fact, and harsh portrayals of a reality we wish we sometimes had never joined?”
Robin looked at them both, Drake refused to look at her in the eyes. And she definitely knew she had to get out of there, now... there was no way she would hear another word. So she ran, ran down the hall from where she came. She made it ten steps before robed figures rushed toward her from either side like phantoms, grabbing hold of her arms and wrestling her to the ground. They were strong, and they were too fast for Robin, who struggled for all of 5 seconds before her hands were strung behind her back with zip-ties and her mouth was covered with a strong tape.
She screamed into her gag, trying to wrench her hands free from the grasps of the robed men but she was lifted to her feet and drug back toward Grant and her husband as if she weighed nothing at all. Her eyes wincing as she yelled a muffled scream to no avail before hearing the voice of Grant speak to her...
“We cannot be sure what holds us in life to that which we claim is normal. To that which guides us on a rail of insanity in a world that seems to show no real way, no real goal in that path to eternity. However, we can be sure if Robin here today truly wishes to remain a member of this insane world, and we will make sure that that decision is genuine.”
Grant motioned and the men drug her down the hall, her kicks and screams meaningless as she struggled to get help from her husband, who looked at nothing but the ground with his eyes shut in defeat.
“Do not fear Robin... for in due time, you will be released from all fear.”, were the last words he heard from Grant Linton, and she was plunged into the darkness of a very strange world indeed.
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How long had it been? She couldn't tell. Robin looked up toward the stone ceiling from where she lay. Her arms fastened tightly over her head and her ankles and thighs fastened to a long wooden table. Padding provided at her head and the small of her back, which only arched her chest upward, but not too far to be uncomfortable.
She winced, tears falling down the side of her face. They had stripped her naked except for her black lace bra and panty. Leaving her to lay on this rack like table for what felt like forever. She had cried for the most of it, but had begun to calm down now. Not knowing what to think.
She called out into the dim room. “Hello...? ...can someone help me!!?”, she yelled out. Her voice barely echoed, and she could tell the room had to have been pretty sound proofed... even if it wasn't, she was trapped in the confines of a mansion so far away from town she wondered if anybody ever even drove past the establishment...
How long had she known Drake? It had to have been nearly 6 years since they got married. Even then, she knew him from middle school. Why would he do this to her? Why would he allow them to take her like that? Did he not love her? She felt like crying again, but when it hit her she grew angry. He had betrayed her and she would not shed another tear for it.
“Let ME OUT NOW!!!” She screamed, thrashing in her bonds and screaming until she could scream no more. She could barely move, if anything she could lift her hips about an inch or so before her abs gave out on her. She was growing so frustrated, when she heard a door in the room open, foot steps coming up from behind her as the door shut. Robin shivered then, tensing up at what might happen to her.
“Hi!”, said a feminine voice. A girl coming up to her vision from above her head. Her orientation upside down, but she saw that it was a young girl, one that she hadn't seen before. “My name is Alice, and I'm here to prepare you for cleansing!”
Blonde pony tails were sticking out from either side of her head, accenting this young girls cheerful attitude. Robin grit her teeth in anger. “I want out of this now! Get me out!”
The girl frowned, stepping back and letting out a long, deep sigh.
“I didn't think it was going to be this bad.”, Alice walked around the table toward Robin's side, letting her see her full form. She wore a tight black sports bra and what appeared to be long crimson corduroy pants. With her belly showing and the black leather bracers she wore on each wrist, she looked like any young teenager from the mall. “I didn't think there would be so, much anger in you...”
Robin screamed at the girl. “Don't you understand! I said I want out of this! Please...” Robin calmed down a bit... “Please, let me go...”
“...and sadness. It hurts me to see this... I haven't seen such sadness for a long time. I've never been part of a cleansing before, but I think this is what I've been preparing for so long. Though, I didn't think sadness would be so contagious. It hurts me to see you like this Robin.” the young girl said. Her eyes solemn and sincere, looking down at Robin almost with pity. Robin was not liking this game at all.
“Look, I don't know what my husband has arranged with all of you, if this is just some kind of game he wants to play, then he should have told me about it. I don't need this ki~” Robin stuttered. “...this ki-..ind...stop it...”
Alice was brushing her fingers lazily at Robin's side. Her finger nails drawing small, fine little lines. “I think I see you finally smiling.”
Robin stiffened her lips. Resisting the sensation, but she dared not talk. Alice stepped forward, positioning herself better so that her other hand could reach over and tickle Robin's other side. The fingers scratched and swirled slowly up toward her belly and back down toward her sides, spidering ever so slowly forcing a smile to come up on Robin's lips.
“There you go... is it not better to just feel it? Feel the sensation making you think of nothing else but laughing?”, Alice began tickling up toward Robin's ribs, wiggling lightly at her rib cage, causing Robin to wince her eyes tightly shut and press her lips together. Her breathing becoming rabid.
“Tickle tickle tickle Robin..., it's ok to laugh. I'm tickling you to make you laugh after all...”
Robin couldn't believe this, to give in would put her in a dangerous predicament... but it tickled so much! “Oh..sto-ahahahahahaap!!!!”, she broke into a fit of giggles she would soon regret.
“There you go Robin. Tickle tickle, let those giggles free huh?” Alice smiled at her and proceeded to move her tickling back down to her sides, pinching her hips with her thumb gently while letting her fingers dance at her sides, making Robin give in completely and scream with laughter.
“STAAahP! HaHAhahaHahaHAHA!!! PleEEEASEaaaahahaha!!!!!”
Alice's touch was like electricity to Robin, her fingers caressed and massaged her ticklish skin with such gentle skill that she could not resist it. Fight it! Fight it Robin “HaHAhahahaHA!!!”
Alice stopped after a few moments, sighing happily and walking away from the table leaving Robin a bit breathless. “My my Mrs. Lancing, you sure were making me a bit worried. At first I was thinking you might not be ticklish and be lost to all hope, but now I know that we're going to have a good time tonight.”
Robin groaned... she had feared that very result.
“Now, Robin... what I'm about to do to you is tickle you for about two hours. It's going to be a bit rough at times, but it's only to prepare you for what's to come. Robin, please don't hate me, what I'm doing is for your better interests...”
Alice came back within view and held in her hand what appeared to be two long, stiff feathers. The tip of which seemed edged like the blade of a knife. Robin looked up in fear at the tools and was going to plead but felt the brushing of the feathers fall to her exposed armpits and immediately screamed and bit her lip.
“None of that Robin... I know you're ticklish already.”, she carved the feathers across her hollows, flicking and licking away at Robin's defenses with each swipe. “HeheheHEEeheeeheeeeeheeee!”
“These feathers sure do feel strange don't they? They itch at first, but then they tickle like nothing else. Not quite soft like you thought it was huh? Kitchy kitchy koo Robin...”
Robin laughed for the better part of an hour, the torturous tickling of the feathers were brought to her breasts, her belly, and even found themselves lingering between her thighs, where she desperately wanted to close them but found it impossible in her bondage. She pleaded with Alice, to let her go, but it never happened, all the girl did was hum to herself and smile at her with almost sickenly loving eyes.
Robin was sweating, and her body shimmered from head to toe. When the feathers seemed to stop working Alice would give her ribs a good workout with deep finger tickling and soft spider tickling at her underarms, each one producing an endless supply of laughter for Alice, who seemed to enjoy every minute of it.
“Break!” Alice said and finally stopped. Walking away with a quick twirl on her feet from the table leaving Robin groaning on the rack. Her breathing quick and fast paced as she felt the last bits of giggling escaping her lips. “...oh my god, please...”
“Well that had to be the longest ten minutes ever huh Robin?”
Robin's eyes grew panicked. Ten minutes?!? It couldn't be! “No, you have to be kidding me!”
She heard a giggle. “Yes, I was kidding Robin.” Alice came back into view with another toy in her hand. It was an electric toothbrush with a rotating head. Robin groaned, eyes rolling back into her head as she thrashed in her bondage. “NoooO!!!! Please! What do I have to do to make you stop!?! Please...”
Alice's smile faded a bit. Her expression looked a bit upset for a moment. “You're making this very hard on me Robin. I'm doing this to help you, and your anger is affecting me in ways I don't like.”
Alice took a finger and flicked up the cups of Robin's bra, much to the womans surprise.
“I don't care how angry you are. I know you enjoy having your nipples teased.” Alice said and flicked on the brush, applying the head to Robin's breast. Robin gasped and tried to retreat but she went nowhere. She cascaded into laughter and shook her body from side to side, making her breasts jiggle with the motion, finding their way back toward the tickling tool tip which shocked Robin like nothing else.
“Tickles?” Alice said, brushing a hand up her body and cupping her left breast, circling the brush over the top of Robin's hardened nipple.
“WaaAAAIT! HAHAhAHAhahahAhah!!!”
“Why stop now? You don't sound so angry when you're laughing...”
“HahAHahaHAHAahaAHAHA!!!!”Robin could not believe how much it tickled, it was driving her insane. It brought out nervous laughter she could not contain, and before she knew it Alice was on her other breast, applying the device to her sensitive skin making her wail with hysterics. The brush found itself circling her armpits as Alice took her nails to the other, Robin unable to tell which one tickled the most.
It was one big blur of laughter and insanity for the brief moments she could think long enough. The rest was pure hysteria and thrashing in her bonds. Her body feeling more naked than it ever had in her life...
Alice clicked the brush off. Looking at her leather bracer on her wrist and lifting a flap, eying the watch beneath. “Looks like time is up... see? It wasn't that bad to laugh... was it Robin?”
Robin breathed hard, feeling Alice lower her bra back onto her breasts. The young woman dabbed a towel on Robin's forehead and body, who was beginning to feel shivers with her body being soaked with sweat.
“They will come in here and let you loose for a bit. This is your holding area by the way. We're holding you here until the Guide has decided that you're ready for the Question.”
Robin looked incredulously at her. “...what are...you...talking about.”, she panted deeply.
“The Guide feels you are not ready to truly answer to yourself to the Question. He is not sure you are ready for it, or for what's to come. When you are ready, it will be up to you to give him the answer, but... I think you have a long way to go until then.”
Alice stepped away and approached the door above Robin's view. “I'll be back in an hour, so relax ok? The second session typically is worse than the first...Hee hee...”
The door shut. Robin groaned into the empty room, another session? Why? Why is this happening? How would she get out of this mess? Her body was tingling from the ordeal she just went through, yet she definitely felt calmer. She had to be tired from the entire mess, and was feeling as if she would just fall asleep right there and then.
Drake, where are you... why is this happening to her?
The door behind her opened suddenly. Robin gasped in surprise. Had she fallen asleep? Did she even notice herself nodding off?
“...wow, so relaxed that you were asleep?”, Alice walked in and surveyed Robin's body one more time. Giving Robin a chilling smile. “Well, I guess we might as well continue. I hope your feet are as ticklish as the rest of you...!”
Robin screamed before it even happened, the sound of the electric toothbrush by her feet was enough to make her heart pound with dread, but her fear-filled frown was replaced with the smile and laughter of a woman being tickled to the edge of known sanity...
“HAHahahaHAHAHAhahAHAha..!!!!”
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Drake was nervous about what was going on. He could hear the laughter of his wife in the next room, and felt his heart sink with guilt. Was this the right choice? Would she hate him forever for this?
“You look distressed.” Grant sat next to him on the long couch, offering him a glass of bourbon.
Drake looked at the glass and took it, downing it in a shot. His long sigh afterward cooling the warming flames of the liquid, trying to put him at ease but it was no use. “Perhaps I have failed her...”
“You do not know that Drake. You don't know what she will do yet. Have faith in her.” Grant said, pouring another glass. “You, above all others should know what she is going through.”
Drake shook his head... “But still, what if she...?”
Grant put a hand on his friends shoulder. “Faith, in the woman you love Drake.” Their eyes met, and Drake clenched his fists. Grant was right. He loved his wife, more than anything in the world. She would pull through this, and this would end on a good note, he just knew it had to.
“You're right Grant...”
The Guide stood then, and lifted the hood of his robe over his eyes. His voice deep, yet clear. “Tomorrow your wife will go through the Cleansing. It is there where we will see if she will be eligible for the Question. You do know, what we must do...to her, Drake.”
Drake shut his eyes. “I do. I will not feel shame. Her body is yours, until she is released. I... am just a witness.”
Grant smiled down at Drake. “Good..., then sleep well my friend. The future waits, but the present is everlasting...”
Grant walked away then. Shutting off the lights to Drake's room. With the silence now Drake could hear his wife's constant shrieks and laughter. Her cries for mercy and the rattling of bondage. Her laughter echoed through the walls where she was tickled, two hours on, one our off, for the entire night, only a few feet from where his bed was at.
He would be forced to listen to this, and forced to have faith in the love of his life. Forced to acknowledge his decision, his wishes, for her laughters to be forever genuine. For them to reach true happiness...until his eyes fell, into dark slumber.
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