FrenzyTickles
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If this is too similar to another piece somewhere, please let me know. I never purposely copy but it can happen accidentally!
No intention to make light of our prison system. (It's not Turkish but it's not humane either...)
Speaking of humane -- this is just another tacky, ridiculous "fantasy" scenario, never to be inflicted In Real Life.
Written loosely by someone half asleep, you're forewarned.
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Layla had been warned about debt accumulation under the new regime, even minor debts. A few times.
She just wished someone had told her what all the possible consequences were before she wound up on the auction block. Any and all residents 25 and up in decent shape, any gender, any demographic could wind up in the newly legislated "Outsourced Debtor's Prison." Meaning she'd be forced to work for a stranger as a housemaid for a year rather than take up space in jail...
There were small mercies; she had her old friend and roommate to inquire after her, no house to lose, no kids, no pets, some family in another state whom she'd listed so she was pretty sure she wouldn't totally disappear, and her car's lease was up anyway. No further losses, debts clean after a year.
But she'd belong to another human being for 12 months, an indentured live-in Servant while the state made a massive profit off what were really small debts. The New Improved Prisons for Profit... A win for the state and supposedly for taxpayers. Until very recently she'd always been one herself...
She'd known it was a huge mistake to stay in a toxic work environment with an underhanded boss. As soon as her ideas had fed his promotion, she was sacked & blacklisted. (Especially because she refused to sleep with him. Stealing her ideas wasn't enough??). She was JUST about to move to another area to find better-paying work when she was arrested under some crazy new law...
She'd bet anything her ex-boss had some hand in this too. He probably called the new Debt Center to sic the authorities on her, to completely destroy his source... That lousy identity thief most likely got cheap "help" this way himself. But he wasn't her immediate problem.
Touted as "super humane," this new system was supposedly designed to seriously reduce physical abuse, disease transference, other evils of the overcrowded prison network... At least the state would allow any Servant to choose if he or she would prefer to work for a male, a female, a couple, a family, etc.
(There were THAT many newly Indentured Servants & THAT much demand... There seemed to be too many newly available Servants...
Something was fishy but Layla was not now in any position to make noise about it.
Maybe she could contact some journalist who'd start an uproar, ASAP. Maybe she'd be given a quick Exit from this mess if her name was in the news...)
Meanwhile, perhaps it was a stupid choice, but she opted for the single male, thinking if she was going to be harassed it might as well be by her preferred gender, and just one. She didn't want to be ordered around by bratty kids & then possibly groped by a couple. One "Employer" would be bad enough. She only hoped he'd be a reasonably nice guy.
She'd just heard these Employers could get away with certain limited abuses even with Warden check-ups & drop-ins, and they were not required to keep video surveillance. Servants were only allowed to change Employers twice, if there was a real problem. A proven problem.
And of course you couldn't choose precisely which individual to work for... You couldn't know who'd be abusive until it was too late anyway. You'd go to the highest bidder. Layla closed her eyes, trying not to look into the gathering crowd.
But, she thought, it really would be so much better than being attacked or raped by who knows how many inmates in General Population, even with the supposedly "nonviolent" crowd. Everyone knew there were never enough guards. And she really couldn't stand being touched by women, at least not sexually. This Servitude was supposed to be strictly platonic unless both parties wanted something more. Again, she could only hope she'd get a decent "boss."
"Temporary Employers" had to provide at least 5 personal & business references, were screened for all diseases, given psych evaluations, etc., etc. After 2 days, a female Warden would drop by to make sure there was no abuse, as far as she could tell, in private conversation with the "Servant". She'd then drop by once a week unless called. Servants were supposed to be able to call the Police or their Wardens at any time in case of emergency.
"Disciplines" were allowed providing no harm was done; no forced nudity, no rape of course, no marks left, nothing that could be medically detected. Layla shuddered, as that still left a few possibilities. You could be given minimal clothing, one layer, a cropped tank and shorts.... Discipline could even include being stripped to underwear, as long as privates were covered. And with no proof of abuse she wouldn't be allowed to change Employers...
Servants were required to wear thin electronic ankle bracelets that moulded perfectly around the area just below their ankles. One push of a button and she'd be painlessly stunned, unable to walk for 5 minutes, to prevent escape. Including escape from Discipline... The Employers' properties or living spaces were fitted with a corresponding electronic fence for this reason. She heard there may be a few other buttons with lesser effects and tried not to think about those. Escape would be very difficult if not impossible.
It was going to be a humiliating nightmare however one sliced it. Layla was not looking forward to cleaning some slob's bathroom every day, and hoped his laundry wouldn't be too disgusting either...
She distracted herself with these thoughts while hanging by her wrists, just able to walk comfortably down the Exhibition line in her cropped blue T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. "Employers" supposedly needed to see just how "in shape" each Servant was before and after bidding. As she saw from the women Servants featured and "bought" just ahead of her, her winner would be able to look her over like a horse buyer, touching her lightly, examining her as long as private areas were again not touched.
Occasionally laughter would break out ahead of her, and she again hoped she got a sweet Employer, maybe even with a good sense of humor... that might make this awful year go a lot faster if she couldn't find a way out!
Too soon it was her turn. She was moved forward into the spotlight, mid stage. The Auction Room was a medium size auditorium. As she'd been instructed in school before making a speech, she looked out over the crowd and focused on a point in the back, where no face was in focus. She was terribly conscious of her body as she was displayed hanging, even fully clothed, with arms as high up as possible. She'd heard other female prisoners complaining it was no accident that this stretched display also clearly defined the very personal "assets" that Employers were supposedly not to touch.
Various voices were calling out bids, some clearly older, some younger, and she finally peeked at the last two bidders as her price climbed faster.
One very cute ponytailed bidder was generally in her age range, which was somehow more mortifying. The other was a much older man, and she tried not to watch while they were one-upping each other. Greater embarrassment aside, she hoped the guy her age would win. She didn't like the smirk on the older man's face. There was something vaguely creepy about that one, she thought he had a cruel expression.
"Be careful what you wish for" went through her head as the bidder her age finally won, and winked at her. Oh boy. Layla wasn't sure if she was more horrified or guiltily delighted as he now approached and the older man, obviously disappointed, focused on the next woman to be moved to center stage.
Her new Employer walked over to her slowly, and she thought she understood how trapped animals must feel... He did have a pleasant expression at least. That was much more appealing... He greeted her politely, introduced himself as "Bill" and apologized for taking a "necessary liberty" as he reached out with long fingers to lightly feel her biceps. Layla almost began to relax.... But then his fingers "slipped" down under her upraised arms, firmly probing her armpits for just a few seconds.... He may as well have attached live electrodes.
Too surprised to try to control her reaction, she squealed, wiggled and jerked in shock. "AAhahaHAAHAHA, NOooAHA!" The cuffs didn't give, and she remembered hearing they were included in the Employer's package.
She was definitely still more horrified as laughter broke out elsewhere in reaction to hers. Other men found her reaction amusing, including Bill, who stared at her, grinning... "Ohhh, so you're... ticklish?" His beautiful, now mildly predatory smile widened as her face gave her away. She mentally kicked herself, she hadn't had time to control her response. She wondered if she'd have been able to anyway, she was hung so tightly.
Only rarely had girlfriends managed to pin and tickle her growing up, and only for a few seconds. Boyfriends hadn't really tried, she'd been lucky. Because she'd been tickled just enough to know she had no tolerance...
The creepy older man yelled out to Bill, "That always worked for me, Bud! Lucky you!"
Layla's jaw dropped at that statement. She waited, but the Auctioneers were either ignoring these developments entirely or didn't hear anything, engrossed in their work.
Panicking, she realized no one was going to reprimand any of these men... The older bidder won the next helplessly up-stretched female Servant, and sure enough, he immediately did exactly the same thing, wearing a broad, evil grin, not bothering to hide his intent. His new Servant screamed with laughter and tried to jump further upward but couldn't maneuver enough, her hands flapping desperately above their thick cuffs. It was just a few seconds, enough to appear to be a joke, but it was obvious... it slowly dawned upon her....
This torture was considered an acceptable form of "Discipline." No marks.
OhhhhMgggg.... Layla didn't doubt that old sadist would do that, would... tickle... too frequently. WOW, did she dodge a bullet, that poor woman... Her mind didn't quite want to face the question, would her Temporary Employer overdo it? She couldn't take it. She had to escape, somehow, as soon as it was possible...
How could the state sanction this?!?!
But Bill brought her attention fully back to himself abruptly by lightly probing her sides, under her ribs.... She shrieked again and wriggled as he leaned in and ordered her to pay attention to him, or he'd be only too happy to play her like a harp... for hours.... Her eyes bugged as she nodded her head, trying not to laugh too loudly again. She was embarrassed enough, had made enough of a public fool of herself... Or he had. She could feel herself turning red, her entire torso was tingling. It was a relief when Bill unhooked her wrists and gently brought them down, but he didn't remove the cuffs. Layla noticed other Servants were also led off with cuffs intact, as they were all sent to an office to have their ankle bracelets synced with their new Employers' phones, watches, any device they wanted linked.
She was trying to "just breathe," to accept this insane situation as she was buckled into his passenger seat, her wrist-cuffs again secured over & now behind her head to something Bill had attached to the back of the headrest. Parodying a few film scenes, he whispered, "get used to it...." as he made sure she couldn't move. To be absolutely sure, he couldn't resist stroking both her smooth, outstretched armpits, a few fingers tickling each while Layla bounced screaming in her seat, laughing and begging him to stop.
He finally did, commenting he really did get his money's worth as she gasped, giggled and tried to catch her breath, trying to tug her wrists free... He caught that action and pulled over into a parking lot to alternate tickling playfully between her exposed underarms and bellybutton while chastising her for trying to escape.
That would be tantamount to theft, with a longer prison sentence, he calmly threatened while she resumed going insane under his inquisitive fingers. He wore a different sort of smirk, not creepy like that old sadist's but unsettling enough. Too attractive, she thought while he made her crazy, laughing, pleading and swearing she wouldn't try to escape (!!!!!) for a few minutes that seemed like hours... If she thought this was bad, he warned...
That really was ONLY a few minutes, she realized, and she could hardly bear it. His playfulness helped a great deal; he wasn't merely cute, he seemed bright, personable and was probably a nice guy when not torturing his "temporary property," or was she already falling into Stockholm Syndrome? She had to fight that too... because though she couldn't endure much, his touch, the tickling was also horribly stimulating. And she suspected he knew that.
Perspective, she reminded herself. This wasn't a normal situation; at worst, she needed to just survive this year and start over far away...
At red lights he'd reach over while staring straight ahead and tickle part of that exposed triage of inviting skin, his fingers roaming, spidering while pretending to make sure she was buckled in properly.... She thought she'd go mad well before they ever reached his home. Correction, she managed to think while shrieking... his Lair. Bill was revealing himself to be a well-groomed animal.
"Let's see, what have we here.... Oooh, how soft, but where's that buckle? Oh, goodness, does this tickle? Here too? Really? Well, then, I'll just need to be more thorough.... Cootchie cootchie cootchie.... Must make sure you're belted in firmly! What a great idea, tickle tickle tickle ticklllllle..... I can't have my newly purchased Housekeeper going through the windshield! Safety first, correct? Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kooooo....." She'd never laughed or bounced so hard in her life, practically doing the hula in her seat trying in vain to avoid his fingers and spit out requests for mercy.... While trying to hide her growing, perverse attraction....
That also shocked her, that something so excruciating could be so titillating, and that someone who inflicted such extreme sensations could still be... of interest. Bill's eyes smiled kindly when he did look at her, his delight was obvious and she barely knew him two hours, but he had not yet extended this apparently acceptable Tickle Torture Discipline so long that she'd hate it, and him... He was becoming more interesting by the second, though his obvious fetish(?) was unbearable.
So damn confusing!
As he drove towards her new "prison," she quickly found she both seriously dreaded and actually looked forward to red lights... While thinking maybe this year won't be too horrible.
She was never all that well versed in housekeeping... What would happen, she wondered, if she just happened to spill bleach on that nice black shirt...
No intention to make light of our prison system. (It's not Turkish but it's not humane either...)
Speaking of humane -- this is just another tacky, ridiculous "fantasy" scenario, never to be inflicted In Real Life.
Written loosely by someone half asleep, you're forewarned.
----------------------------
Layla had been warned about debt accumulation under the new regime, even minor debts. A few times.
She just wished someone had told her what all the possible consequences were before she wound up on the auction block. Any and all residents 25 and up in decent shape, any gender, any demographic could wind up in the newly legislated "Outsourced Debtor's Prison." Meaning she'd be forced to work for a stranger as a housemaid for a year rather than take up space in jail...
There were small mercies; she had her old friend and roommate to inquire after her, no house to lose, no kids, no pets, some family in another state whom she'd listed so she was pretty sure she wouldn't totally disappear, and her car's lease was up anyway. No further losses, debts clean after a year.
But she'd belong to another human being for 12 months, an indentured live-in Servant while the state made a massive profit off what were really small debts. The New Improved Prisons for Profit... A win for the state and supposedly for taxpayers. Until very recently she'd always been one herself...
She'd known it was a huge mistake to stay in a toxic work environment with an underhanded boss. As soon as her ideas had fed his promotion, she was sacked & blacklisted. (Especially because she refused to sleep with him. Stealing her ideas wasn't enough??). She was JUST about to move to another area to find better-paying work when she was arrested under some crazy new law...
She'd bet anything her ex-boss had some hand in this too. He probably called the new Debt Center to sic the authorities on her, to completely destroy his source... That lousy identity thief most likely got cheap "help" this way himself. But he wasn't her immediate problem.
Touted as "super humane," this new system was supposedly designed to seriously reduce physical abuse, disease transference, other evils of the overcrowded prison network... At least the state would allow any Servant to choose if he or she would prefer to work for a male, a female, a couple, a family, etc.
(There were THAT many newly Indentured Servants & THAT much demand... There seemed to be too many newly available Servants...
Something was fishy but Layla was not now in any position to make noise about it.
Maybe she could contact some journalist who'd start an uproar, ASAP. Maybe she'd be given a quick Exit from this mess if her name was in the news...)
Meanwhile, perhaps it was a stupid choice, but she opted for the single male, thinking if she was going to be harassed it might as well be by her preferred gender, and just one. She didn't want to be ordered around by bratty kids & then possibly groped by a couple. One "Employer" would be bad enough. She only hoped he'd be a reasonably nice guy.
She'd just heard these Employers could get away with certain limited abuses even with Warden check-ups & drop-ins, and they were not required to keep video surveillance. Servants were only allowed to change Employers twice, if there was a real problem. A proven problem.
And of course you couldn't choose precisely which individual to work for... You couldn't know who'd be abusive until it was too late anyway. You'd go to the highest bidder. Layla closed her eyes, trying not to look into the gathering crowd.
But, she thought, it really would be so much better than being attacked or raped by who knows how many inmates in General Population, even with the supposedly "nonviolent" crowd. Everyone knew there were never enough guards. And she really couldn't stand being touched by women, at least not sexually. This Servitude was supposed to be strictly platonic unless both parties wanted something more. Again, she could only hope she'd get a decent "boss."
"Temporary Employers" had to provide at least 5 personal & business references, were screened for all diseases, given psych evaluations, etc., etc. After 2 days, a female Warden would drop by to make sure there was no abuse, as far as she could tell, in private conversation with the "Servant". She'd then drop by once a week unless called. Servants were supposed to be able to call the Police or their Wardens at any time in case of emergency.
"Disciplines" were allowed providing no harm was done; no forced nudity, no rape of course, no marks left, nothing that could be medically detected. Layla shuddered, as that still left a few possibilities. You could be given minimal clothing, one layer, a cropped tank and shorts.... Discipline could even include being stripped to underwear, as long as privates were covered. And with no proof of abuse she wouldn't be allowed to change Employers...
Servants were required to wear thin electronic ankle bracelets that moulded perfectly around the area just below their ankles. One push of a button and she'd be painlessly stunned, unable to walk for 5 minutes, to prevent escape. Including escape from Discipline... The Employers' properties or living spaces were fitted with a corresponding electronic fence for this reason. She heard there may be a few other buttons with lesser effects and tried not to think about those. Escape would be very difficult if not impossible.
It was going to be a humiliating nightmare however one sliced it. Layla was not looking forward to cleaning some slob's bathroom every day, and hoped his laundry wouldn't be too disgusting either...
She distracted herself with these thoughts while hanging by her wrists, just able to walk comfortably down the Exhibition line in her cropped blue T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. "Employers" supposedly needed to see just how "in shape" each Servant was before and after bidding. As she saw from the women Servants featured and "bought" just ahead of her, her winner would be able to look her over like a horse buyer, touching her lightly, examining her as long as private areas were again not touched.
Occasionally laughter would break out ahead of her, and she again hoped she got a sweet Employer, maybe even with a good sense of humor... that might make this awful year go a lot faster if she couldn't find a way out!
Too soon it was her turn. She was moved forward into the spotlight, mid stage. The Auction Room was a medium size auditorium. As she'd been instructed in school before making a speech, she looked out over the crowd and focused on a point in the back, where no face was in focus. She was terribly conscious of her body as she was displayed hanging, even fully clothed, with arms as high up as possible. She'd heard other female prisoners complaining it was no accident that this stretched display also clearly defined the very personal "assets" that Employers were supposedly not to touch.
Various voices were calling out bids, some clearly older, some younger, and she finally peeked at the last two bidders as her price climbed faster.
One very cute ponytailed bidder was generally in her age range, which was somehow more mortifying. The other was a much older man, and she tried not to watch while they were one-upping each other. Greater embarrassment aside, she hoped the guy her age would win. She didn't like the smirk on the older man's face. There was something vaguely creepy about that one, she thought he had a cruel expression.
"Be careful what you wish for" went through her head as the bidder her age finally won, and winked at her. Oh boy. Layla wasn't sure if she was more horrified or guiltily delighted as he now approached and the older man, obviously disappointed, focused on the next woman to be moved to center stage.
Her new Employer walked over to her slowly, and she thought she understood how trapped animals must feel... He did have a pleasant expression at least. That was much more appealing... He greeted her politely, introduced himself as "Bill" and apologized for taking a "necessary liberty" as he reached out with long fingers to lightly feel her biceps. Layla almost began to relax.... But then his fingers "slipped" down under her upraised arms, firmly probing her armpits for just a few seconds.... He may as well have attached live electrodes.
Too surprised to try to control her reaction, she squealed, wiggled and jerked in shock. "AAhahaHAAHAHA, NOooAHA!" The cuffs didn't give, and she remembered hearing they were included in the Employer's package.
She was definitely still more horrified as laughter broke out elsewhere in reaction to hers. Other men found her reaction amusing, including Bill, who stared at her, grinning... "Ohhh, so you're... ticklish?" His beautiful, now mildly predatory smile widened as her face gave her away. She mentally kicked herself, she hadn't had time to control her response. She wondered if she'd have been able to anyway, she was hung so tightly.
Only rarely had girlfriends managed to pin and tickle her growing up, and only for a few seconds. Boyfriends hadn't really tried, she'd been lucky. Because she'd been tickled just enough to know she had no tolerance...
The creepy older man yelled out to Bill, "That always worked for me, Bud! Lucky you!"
Layla's jaw dropped at that statement. She waited, but the Auctioneers were either ignoring these developments entirely or didn't hear anything, engrossed in their work.
Panicking, she realized no one was going to reprimand any of these men... The older bidder won the next helplessly up-stretched female Servant, and sure enough, he immediately did exactly the same thing, wearing a broad, evil grin, not bothering to hide his intent. His new Servant screamed with laughter and tried to jump further upward but couldn't maneuver enough, her hands flapping desperately above their thick cuffs. It was just a few seconds, enough to appear to be a joke, but it was obvious... it slowly dawned upon her....
This torture was considered an acceptable form of "Discipline." No marks.
OhhhhMgggg.... Layla didn't doubt that old sadist would do that, would... tickle... too frequently. WOW, did she dodge a bullet, that poor woman... Her mind didn't quite want to face the question, would her Temporary Employer overdo it? She couldn't take it. She had to escape, somehow, as soon as it was possible...
How could the state sanction this?!?!
But Bill brought her attention fully back to himself abruptly by lightly probing her sides, under her ribs.... She shrieked again and wriggled as he leaned in and ordered her to pay attention to him, or he'd be only too happy to play her like a harp... for hours.... Her eyes bugged as she nodded her head, trying not to laugh too loudly again. She was embarrassed enough, had made enough of a public fool of herself... Or he had. She could feel herself turning red, her entire torso was tingling. It was a relief when Bill unhooked her wrists and gently brought them down, but he didn't remove the cuffs. Layla noticed other Servants were also led off with cuffs intact, as they were all sent to an office to have their ankle bracelets synced with their new Employers' phones, watches, any device they wanted linked.
She was trying to "just breathe," to accept this insane situation as she was buckled into his passenger seat, her wrist-cuffs again secured over & now behind her head to something Bill had attached to the back of the headrest. Parodying a few film scenes, he whispered, "get used to it...." as he made sure she couldn't move. To be absolutely sure, he couldn't resist stroking both her smooth, outstretched armpits, a few fingers tickling each while Layla bounced screaming in her seat, laughing and begging him to stop.
He finally did, commenting he really did get his money's worth as she gasped, giggled and tried to catch her breath, trying to tug her wrists free... He caught that action and pulled over into a parking lot to alternate tickling playfully between her exposed underarms and bellybutton while chastising her for trying to escape.
That would be tantamount to theft, with a longer prison sentence, he calmly threatened while she resumed going insane under his inquisitive fingers. He wore a different sort of smirk, not creepy like that old sadist's but unsettling enough. Too attractive, she thought while he made her crazy, laughing, pleading and swearing she wouldn't try to escape (!!!!!) for a few minutes that seemed like hours... If she thought this was bad, he warned...
That really was ONLY a few minutes, she realized, and she could hardly bear it. His playfulness helped a great deal; he wasn't merely cute, he seemed bright, personable and was probably a nice guy when not torturing his "temporary property," or was she already falling into Stockholm Syndrome? She had to fight that too... because though she couldn't endure much, his touch, the tickling was also horribly stimulating. And she suspected he knew that.
Perspective, she reminded herself. This wasn't a normal situation; at worst, she needed to just survive this year and start over far away...
At red lights he'd reach over while staring straight ahead and tickle part of that exposed triage of inviting skin, his fingers roaming, spidering while pretending to make sure she was buckled in properly.... She thought she'd go mad well before they ever reached his home. Correction, she managed to think while shrieking... his Lair. Bill was revealing himself to be a well-groomed animal.
"Let's see, what have we here.... Oooh, how soft, but where's that buckle? Oh, goodness, does this tickle? Here too? Really? Well, then, I'll just need to be more thorough.... Cootchie cootchie cootchie.... Must make sure you're belted in firmly! What a great idea, tickle tickle tickle ticklllllle..... I can't have my newly purchased Housekeeper going through the windshield! Safety first, correct? Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kooooo....." She'd never laughed or bounced so hard in her life, practically doing the hula in her seat trying in vain to avoid his fingers and spit out requests for mercy.... While trying to hide her growing, perverse attraction....
That also shocked her, that something so excruciating could be so titillating, and that someone who inflicted such extreme sensations could still be... of interest. Bill's eyes smiled kindly when he did look at her, his delight was obvious and she barely knew him two hours, but he had not yet extended this apparently acceptable Tickle Torture Discipline so long that she'd hate it, and him... He was becoming more interesting by the second, though his obvious fetish(?) was unbearable.
So damn confusing!
As he drove towards her new "prison," she quickly found she both seriously dreaded and actually looked forward to red lights... While thinking maybe this year won't be too horrible.
She was never all that well versed in housekeeping... What would happen, she wondered, if she just happened to spill bleach on that nice black shirt...
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