wrestlingclown
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Apr 19, 2012
- Messages
- 198
- Points
- 0
I don't know how I got there. The last thing I remember before I awoke was walking down the street, drunk, confused, and lost. I was walking back to my apartment from the Big Tree Pub because I knew I was too drunk to drive, and I took a shortcut through a residential neighborhood and wandered around the winding roads, unable to remember the way home. I heard a dog barking before I blacked out. I awoke in a pitch dark room, my wrists and ankles locked in restraints. Someone had undressed me. I couldn't see a thing and I was on a soft bed flat on my back. I was so terrified I barely noticed my headache and dehydrated lips. I could feel the heat of the person lying next to me.
"Where am I? Let me go?"
I strained against the bonds in futility.
Suddenly, the person next to me raised their hands and I saw 10 long yellow fingernails that glowed in the dark. The room was so dark, the glow in the dark fingernails were all I could see.
There was no answer to my request. Instead, the glow in the dark fingernails came closer and closer and closer to me. They were wiggling, and I realized the psycho was going to tickle me. I girded myself, determined not to show any sign of weakness. The fingernails quickly scribbled over my chest and ribs, and I groaned and grunted, trying desperately not to laugh. In less than a minute I was laughing silently. The though occurred to me the person tickling me might be a man, and this made me struggle more frantically, appalled that a man could be humiliating me.
"Is my little tickly bear, ticklish?" the stranger asked in a whisper.
The glowing fingernails scampered down my belly and tickled around my groin. When they reached my legs my giggles became audible.
"My tickly bear is ticklish," the stranger said in a light voice above a whisper.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked between laughs.
"Because you like it," the stranger said in a voice that sounded feminine.
She felt down my legs to my foot soles and vigorously scribbled the bottoms of my feet. I laughed uncontrollably and blood filled my penis, hardening it.
The glowing fingernails wiggled all over my body.
How did she know I liked it, I wondered.
"I'm thirsty. Give me a drink of water," I pleaded, genuinely afraid I could die of thirst.
"Here, take this," she said.
I could see her fingernails cupping something and before I knew what she was doing I felt a breast in my mouth. I sucked and discovered she was lactating. Warm milk drizzled into my mouth. Though it didn't quench my thirst, it helped a little. When I was done she tickled my underarms and neck and I laughed and humped and she laughed with me. She felt for my penis and she rode me, tickling me the entire time. I humped furiously slipping and sliding inside her wet pussy, and she moaned. Evidentally, she came and I squirted my warm semen into her.
She turned on a covered lampshade, but I couldn't get a good look at her. She untied 1 of my wrists.
"You can go now but don't turn around and look at me or I will shoot you."
I heard a gun cock.
She threw my clothes on the floor and I hurriedly got dressed. I stumbled out the front door. It was twilight and I could hear crickets. The house was in a cul-de-sac. It was for sale and other than that 1 room, it seemed unoccupied. There was no car in the driveway.
I found my way home by mid-morning and returned in my car. I looked inside the windows and the house was empty with no furniture at all.
"Where am I? Let me go?"
I strained against the bonds in futility.
Suddenly, the person next to me raised their hands and I saw 10 long yellow fingernails that glowed in the dark. The room was so dark, the glow in the dark fingernails were all I could see.
There was no answer to my request. Instead, the glow in the dark fingernails came closer and closer and closer to me. They were wiggling, and I realized the psycho was going to tickle me. I girded myself, determined not to show any sign of weakness. The fingernails quickly scribbled over my chest and ribs, and I groaned and grunted, trying desperately not to laugh. In less than a minute I was laughing silently. The though occurred to me the person tickling me might be a man, and this made me struggle more frantically, appalled that a man could be humiliating me.
"Is my little tickly bear, ticklish?" the stranger asked in a whisper.
The glowing fingernails scampered down my belly and tickled around my groin. When they reached my legs my giggles became audible.
"My tickly bear is ticklish," the stranger said in a light voice above a whisper.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked between laughs.
"Because you like it," the stranger said in a voice that sounded feminine.
She felt down my legs to my foot soles and vigorously scribbled the bottoms of my feet. I laughed uncontrollably and blood filled my penis, hardening it.
The glowing fingernails wiggled all over my body.
How did she know I liked it, I wondered.
"I'm thirsty. Give me a drink of water," I pleaded, genuinely afraid I could die of thirst.
"Here, take this," she said.
I could see her fingernails cupping something and before I knew what she was doing I felt a breast in my mouth. I sucked and discovered she was lactating. Warm milk drizzled into my mouth. Though it didn't quench my thirst, it helped a little. When I was done she tickled my underarms and neck and I laughed and humped and she laughed with me. She felt for my penis and she rode me, tickling me the entire time. I humped furiously slipping and sliding inside her wet pussy, and she moaned. Evidentally, she came and I squirted my warm semen into her.
She turned on a covered lampshade, but I couldn't get a good look at her. She untied 1 of my wrists.
"You can go now but don't turn around and look at me or I will shoot you."
I heard a gun cock.
She threw my clothes on the floor and I hurriedly got dressed. I stumbled out the front door. It was twilight and I could hear crickets. The house was in a cul-de-sac. It was for sale and other than that 1 room, it seemed unoccupied. There was no car in the driveway.
I found my way home by mid-morning and returned in my car. I looked inside the windows and the house was empty with no furniture at all.