mister_aimless
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Sandy closed her eyes as she stood in the square of the village of Wellspring. She could hear spring breezes blew dead leaves across the streets. The Offering ceremony proceeded as the man and woman presiding over the ceremony placed smooth stones in the palm of her hand. Sandy shifted uneasily in her flats. This afternoon she was teaching at the village school necessitating her black skirt , white tights and black top. As she held the stone in her hand, she took a deep breath, remembering another Offering a few weeks ago. All the sounds around her went silent. The chatter people guarding the wall around the town, the people walking, even the commands of the woman giving the stones fell silent as she remembered.
She remembered being in that dimly dark room. She remembered the creaking of the door as The Elder, with his goatee and gleeful expression entered. She was bound at the wrists and ankles on the soft bed. The binds clinked as she tried to get away. She tugged and pulled trying to free herself. Despite signing the charter and agreeing to be part of the offering when called upon, it did not make it any easier to submit to this. Better this though than being out there...with the Scourge.
The wind blew through Sandy’s short black hair. She did not have her husband behind her; due to an illness of a member of the guard he had to take her place. While this was uncommon, it was not unheard of. The men and women of this tight community had to band together in these tough times. At fifty, Sandy knew this was the safe place to be. As she heard the robed figures placing stones in the women’s hand, her mind began to race, thinking...no remembering her last Offering.
She remembered the incessant tickling of the clock. His fingers pressed into her tummy, eliciting smiles and giggles from the unfortunate teacher. Sandy pulled her tummy in, but The Elder pressed on. His hands worked over her sides and ribs as Sandy rocked her head from side to side cackling with laughter. She rolled left and right as The Elder rested her hands on her skirt n squeezed her thigh through the fabric. The sensations were maddening.
“Women of Wellspring, open your hands and see what chance has brought you.” The woman’s old, harsh commanding tone snapped her out of her flashback. Sandy felt a fear, like swallowed an eight ball, in the pit of her stomach. She looked down, still recalling her Offering experience.
Black. The stone in her hand shone an ominous onyx. Sandy took a deep breath, coming to terms with her fate. She could hear the other women breath quite sighs of relief.
Sandy remembered his fingertips gliding over her stocking feet. Her toes wiggled and curled trying to escape the Elder’s wiggling fingers. Sandy had collapsed into laughter and her face began to feel sore from forced laughter. Sandy felt his fingers pinching her toes and her scratching her heels. Sandy begged for it to end but the only sound that could be heard was the ticking, drowned out by her laughter.
Sandy did not hear the ceremony completion. She just stared at the stone while the other women, accompanied by their husbands, walked away from the shadow of the mayor’s house. The woman quickly snapped her out of her flashback.
“Sandy twice in as many months! How special!” The old woman had removed her hood, revealing her slightly graying hair. She and the man, who also removed his hood, took positions on either side of Sandy and took back the stone, placing it in a pouch. They all began to walk towards the mayor’s house. The large building was here since the town’s founding in 1902 and matched the country village feel of the rest of Wellspring. The town, enclosed by a wall, had dirt and cobblestone streets between white buildings. Up the steps they went. As her companions tried to reassure her, Sandy’s mind was elsewhere.
“The Elder was pleased with your performance last time,” uttered the man, obviously trying to break the silence.
Sandy’s performance...she was surprised they still used such a euphemism. She remembered the Elder tickling her neck with well manicured fingertips. She remembered the shivers as he tested her knees with tickling fingers. She barely noticed walking through the hallways and down the stairs. She could feel phantom tickles as they approached the door.
Her two companions went through the same drill as last time. Sandy was compliant and followed their instructions. She felt the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She was surprised but docile when the rolled her on her tummy, her cuffed ankles dangling over the bed. She could not see much in this dim room as it was but now she could not see behind her.
“There you are lovely,” said the old woman, “he will be here soon.” Sandy heard the door close with a thud as she flashed back again. Her laughter filled her head as she felt in her mind his hands on her sensitive tummy, back and forth and up and down. She begged for and end...
Sandy heard the door open again with a slow creak. She heard a familiar voice.
“Hi again Sandy,” said the Elder, “Nice to see you again!” His voice was jovial and excited. Sandy did not like his tone.
“Let’s get this over with Sir,” she said in a huff, “You know I am only here because I have to be.”
“Now Sandy that is no way to be! This is the cost of protection here at Wellspring.” Sandy heard the familiar sound of the drawer opening. Her heart sped up as she heard the winding of the clock. Tick...Tick...Now it begins, Sandy thought. She heard The Elder shuffling on the floor. He gently began tugging on her flats.
“No...no no no...” Sandy protested as she heard her shoes hit the floor. She tried to get away but was well and truly fixed. The Elder ran his fingers over her right foot. Sandy suppressed a giggle.
“Stop that!” she said. The bed began to creak as the Elder climbed on the bed. Sandy felt his weight sitting on her calves. The Elder said nothing. Sandy felt even more immobile than ever before. He began running all ten fingers down her size seven stocking feet. Up and down her soles spidered his nails. Sandy began to giggle softly. The sensations were maddening. He started at her heels, then down her arches and back up again. Sandy tried to protest through her giggles but each time she tried to form words she gasped and giggled.
“Comfy?” asked the Elder. He picked up the pace tickling up and down her helpless soles. Sandy began to laugh weakly, anticipating more intense tickles any minute. The fingers glided effortlessly over the fabric of her white tights. The Elder tickled the sides of her feet one at a time then back to her soles. Sandy’s laughter became more intense. Despite her age, Sandy was an avid runner. Her fitness level certainly helped her here.
The Elder leaned back and Sandy felt a hairbrush through her hair. “Oh no no you don’t! Not that! Not that!”
The Elder ignored her pleas. “Ah!” shrieked Sandy as he dragged the brush up and down her captive feet. He brushed hard, he brushed soft, he made circles and back and forth under her toes. Sandy pounded her fists against the mattress. She rocked her head back and forth as laughter filled the room. The clock continued to tick away....tick...tick...tick...
Sandy begged and pleaded as he tickled away. When he stopped, Sandy dropped her moist head onto the bed. She tried to catch her breath as the Elder climbed off the bed. She tied in vain to look behind her. She gasped when she felt his fingers scratching her calves. She wiggled her butt side to side trying to pull away. The went higher. Sandy’s giggles became more intense as he got just under her skirt and dug into her knees. Sandy shuddered as he went higher, tickling and teasing her legs. Up and down he went fingers gliding over her stocking clad calves and thighs. Sandy pulled and tugged and squirmed but she was not going anywhere.
The clock ticked on and on. Sandy felt the bed move as the Elder knelt next to her. She braced for impact but still let out a shriek when he began probing her sides with his fingers. They wiggled into her sides like he was playing the piano. Sandy’s head bobbed back and forth as she pleaded for respite. The Elder continued tickling her sides up to her ribs and back down again. Sandy was a mess at this point. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was sticking to her face. She arched her back and her hips, almost like a worm. The Elder slid a hand under her tummy just above her belly button and tickled her there and her side. The clock ticked and ticked as Sandy begged for an end.
And it came. The Elder stopped tickling her. Sandra panted from exhaustion. The Elder sat next to her. He stroked her cheek gently. Sandy regained her breath though she was thoroughly exhausted. “Ok my sweet?” asked the Elder.
“You know I am not Sir! I hate being tickled especially by you!” Sandy said, almost into the pillow.
“That is no way to be Sandy! You are a pillar in our community...you are a teacher!” said the Elder as he moved his hands into position, “You should be grateful...” Sandy felt his hands on her hips and she bit her lip.
“Grateful for...” Sandy fell into laughter as he tickled her sides again. He went full on, not stopping for anything. Sandra’s laughter got weaker and weaker. Sandra felt faint. She could not even beg for respite. Suddenly a sound quieted everything.
DING!
The Elder rubbed Sandy’s back in circles. He leaned in and whispered, “Thanks lovely. Hope we can do this again soon.”
Sandy could only pant. As the Elder closed the door behind him, leaving Sandy alone again, Sandy began to question whether this was worth the price of safety.
She remembered being in that dimly dark room. She remembered the creaking of the door as The Elder, with his goatee and gleeful expression entered. She was bound at the wrists and ankles on the soft bed. The binds clinked as she tried to get away. She tugged and pulled trying to free herself. Despite signing the charter and agreeing to be part of the offering when called upon, it did not make it any easier to submit to this. Better this though than being out there...with the Scourge.
The wind blew through Sandy’s short black hair. She did not have her husband behind her; due to an illness of a member of the guard he had to take her place. While this was uncommon, it was not unheard of. The men and women of this tight community had to band together in these tough times. At fifty, Sandy knew this was the safe place to be. As she heard the robed figures placing stones in the women’s hand, her mind began to race, thinking...no remembering her last Offering.
She remembered the incessant tickling of the clock. His fingers pressed into her tummy, eliciting smiles and giggles from the unfortunate teacher. Sandy pulled her tummy in, but The Elder pressed on. His hands worked over her sides and ribs as Sandy rocked her head from side to side cackling with laughter. She rolled left and right as The Elder rested her hands on her skirt n squeezed her thigh through the fabric. The sensations were maddening.
“Women of Wellspring, open your hands and see what chance has brought you.” The woman’s old, harsh commanding tone snapped her out of her flashback. Sandy felt a fear, like swallowed an eight ball, in the pit of her stomach. She looked down, still recalling her Offering experience.
Black. The stone in her hand shone an ominous onyx. Sandy took a deep breath, coming to terms with her fate. She could hear the other women breath quite sighs of relief.
Sandy remembered his fingertips gliding over her stocking feet. Her toes wiggled and curled trying to escape the Elder’s wiggling fingers. Sandy had collapsed into laughter and her face began to feel sore from forced laughter. Sandy felt his fingers pinching her toes and her scratching her heels. Sandy begged for it to end but the only sound that could be heard was the ticking, drowned out by her laughter.
Sandy did not hear the ceremony completion. She just stared at the stone while the other women, accompanied by their husbands, walked away from the shadow of the mayor’s house. The woman quickly snapped her out of her flashback.
“Sandy twice in as many months! How special!” The old woman had removed her hood, revealing her slightly graying hair. She and the man, who also removed his hood, took positions on either side of Sandy and took back the stone, placing it in a pouch. They all began to walk towards the mayor’s house. The large building was here since the town’s founding in 1902 and matched the country village feel of the rest of Wellspring. The town, enclosed by a wall, had dirt and cobblestone streets between white buildings. Up the steps they went. As her companions tried to reassure her, Sandy’s mind was elsewhere.
“The Elder was pleased with your performance last time,” uttered the man, obviously trying to break the silence.
Sandy’s performance...she was surprised they still used such a euphemism. She remembered the Elder tickling her neck with well manicured fingertips. She remembered the shivers as he tested her knees with tickling fingers. She barely noticed walking through the hallways and down the stairs. She could feel phantom tickles as they approached the door.
Her two companions went through the same drill as last time. Sandy was compliant and followed their instructions. She felt the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She was surprised but docile when the rolled her on her tummy, her cuffed ankles dangling over the bed. She could not see much in this dim room as it was but now she could not see behind her.
“There you are lovely,” said the old woman, “he will be here soon.” Sandy heard the door close with a thud as she flashed back again. Her laughter filled her head as she felt in her mind his hands on her sensitive tummy, back and forth and up and down. She begged for and end...
Sandy heard the door open again with a slow creak. She heard a familiar voice.
“Hi again Sandy,” said the Elder, “Nice to see you again!” His voice was jovial and excited. Sandy did not like his tone.
“Let’s get this over with Sir,” she said in a huff, “You know I am only here because I have to be.”
“Now Sandy that is no way to be! This is the cost of protection here at Wellspring.” Sandy heard the familiar sound of the drawer opening. Her heart sped up as she heard the winding of the clock. Tick...Tick...Now it begins, Sandy thought. She heard The Elder shuffling on the floor. He gently began tugging on her flats.
“No...no no no...” Sandy protested as she heard her shoes hit the floor. She tried to get away but was well and truly fixed. The Elder ran his fingers over her right foot. Sandy suppressed a giggle.
“Stop that!” she said. The bed began to creak as the Elder climbed on the bed. Sandy felt his weight sitting on her calves. The Elder said nothing. Sandy felt even more immobile than ever before. He began running all ten fingers down her size seven stocking feet. Up and down her soles spidered his nails. Sandy began to giggle softly. The sensations were maddening. He started at her heels, then down her arches and back up again. Sandy tried to protest through her giggles but each time she tried to form words she gasped and giggled.
“Comfy?” asked the Elder. He picked up the pace tickling up and down her helpless soles. Sandy began to laugh weakly, anticipating more intense tickles any minute. The fingers glided effortlessly over the fabric of her white tights. The Elder tickled the sides of her feet one at a time then back to her soles. Sandy’s laughter became more intense. Despite her age, Sandy was an avid runner. Her fitness level certainly helped her here.
The Elder leaned back and Sandy felt a hairbrush through her hair. “Oh no no you don’t! Not that! Not that!”
The Elder ignored her pleas. “Ah!” shrieked Sandy as he dragged the brush up and down her captive feet. He brushed hard, he brushed soft, he made circles and back and forth under her toes. Sandy pounded her fists against the mattress. She rocked her head back and forth as laughter filled the room. The clock continued to tick away....tick...tick...tick...
Sandy begged and pleaded as he tickled away. When he stopped, Sandy dropped her moist head onto the bed. She tried to catch her breath as the Elder climbed off the bed. She tied in vain to look behind her. She gasped when she felt his fingers scratching her calves. She wiggled her butt side to side trying to pull away. The went higher. Sandy’s giggles became more intense as he got just under her skirt and dug into her knees. Sandy shuddered as he went higher, tickling and teasing her legs. Up and down he went fingers gliding over her stocking clad calves and thighs. Sandy pulled and tugged and squirmed but she was not going anywhere.
The clock ticked on and on. Sandy felt the bed move as the Elder knelt next to her. She braced for impact but still let out a shriek when he began probing her sides with his fingers. They wiggled into her sides like he was playing the piano. Sandy’s head bobbed back and forth as she pleaded for respite. The Elder continued tickling her sides up to her ribs and back down again. Sandy was a mess at this point. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was sticking to her face. She arched her back and her hips, almost like a worm. The Elder slid a hand under her tummy just above her belly button and tickled her there and her side. The clock ticked and ticked as Sandy begged for an end.
And it came. The Elder stopped tickling her. Sandra panted from exhaustion. The Elder sat next to her. He stroked her cheek gently. Sandy regained her breath though she was thoroughly exhausted. “Ok my sweet?” asked the Elder.
“You know I am not Sir! I hate being tickled especially by you!” Sandy said, almost into the pillow.
“That is no way to be Sandy! You are a pillar in our community...you are a teacher!” said the Elder as he moved his hands into position, “You should be grateful...” Sandy felt his hands on her hips and she bit her lip.
“Grateful for...” Sandy fell into laughter as he tickled her sides again. He went full on, not stopping for anything. Sandra’s laughter got weaker and weaker. Sandra felt faint. She could not even beg for respite. Suddenly a sound quieted everything.
DING!
The Elder rubbed Sandy’s back in circles. He leaned in and whispered, “Thanks lovely. Hope we can do this again soon.”
Sandy could only pant. As the Elder closed the door behind him, leaving Sandy alone again, Sandy began to question whether this was worth the price of safety.
