Jaynin
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Jelex had been grumbling for some time about how interesting things never seemed to happen to her like they happened to Syia or Felin, who managed to get into some interesting adventures more often than not and came back to the castle in a satisfied and/or rubbery state of being. They had all the luck, she'd complained to Jaynin, and all the boys whom she liked to tease and play around with at nightclubs had learned about her, so it seemed. Nothing spontaneous resulted and it was all in all quite boring. Syia understood that Jelex was probably just exaggerating a little bit for lack of something to do with her time, and so one night she made a suggestion to the lounging elven girl, who was watching television in loose, lazy clothing while stretched out on the couch.
"A job?" Jelex asked, blinking at Syia and looking up at her from the television. "What's a job got to do with anything? Hell, a job would probably make it worse because I'd be just sitting in one spot without the freedom to do anything fun."
"Maybe yes, and maybe no," Syia replied with a cryptic little smile. "But think about it. I work a number of odd jobs; teacher, nurse, et cetera. When you're working somewhere, you'll run into people you would never see otherwise, and the role you're filling in your job can give others reason to do some of the things you might be interested in." She winked at the elven girl's confusion, and walked past her into the kitchen to fix some tea and soothe her wobbly leg muscles. Then it would be time for a shower and a satisfying sleep. Jelex, however, still looked puzzled, and though she returned to her television set, her mind was elsewhere. This kind of thinking was unusual for her, and as such her brain took a long time churning about the problem, poking at it and seeing where to go, but in the end she decided to give up and go to sleep.
The next morning, she found on the kitchen table where she usually sat a newspaper clipping, a classified ad for a night security guard to be precise. Jelex mulled over that as she ate her cereal, and impulsively decided to go and give it a shot, figuring that it couldn't hurt to try and she could always quit. There was the sneaking suspicion that this was going to be a boring job, and when Jelex found nobody else at the place where potential candidates were to apply, that sense heightened, but there was nothing to be done. This company that was hiring the nighttime security guard was some kind of advanced pharmaceutical or something company that wanted to make sure no one would sneak in at night and steal all their valuable company secrets. Whatever those were, Jelex thought with a shrug. Probably some new kind of aspirin with one percent more effectiveness, or another brand of cold medicine in a new flavor like watermelon raspberry lemon tangy twist. But while she waited, a thought occurred to her.
If someone was going to sneak in to steal something, well, they'd have to deal with her, the security guard, first, right? Jelex smiled at that thought, looking up at the ceiling with a finger to her lower lip, eyes unfocused and dreamy as her imagination jumped to all sorts of wild places. She was still in this daydreamy state when the secretary called her in, and promptly informed her she'd been given the job and that she could start tonight, and would she please follow her for training and uniform fitting? Jelex wasn't sure what training was required, but uniform fitting wasn't something she had considered, and so she followed the secretary into the changing room, where they found for her what appeared to be something akin to the standard navy blue police uniform. However, the term uniform 'fitting' proved to be deceptive; there were a number of uniforms in given sizes, and it was quickly evident that Jelex fit properly into none of them. The best fit they could attain was a pair of pants that were decently sized but a bit short in length, and a uniform shirt that was too tight over the bust and caused the hem of the shirt to stop a half-inch above the waist of the pants. The secretary apologized, and promised to order a uniform that fit better, but it would take some time to arrive so would she mind dealing with this for a while?
Jelex didn't actually answer at first because she had snatched a police cap off of the rack and settled it onto her head, adjusting it to sit properly on her long ears, and nodded with satisfaction. Maybe Syia did know what she was talking about, because Jelex decided that she looked pretty damn hot in this uniform. Sure, the tightness was a bit annoying, but she was used to wearing tight-fitting clothes and it wasn't too bad anyway, if she didn't wear a shirt underneath the uniform then it wouldn't be as bad. After being taken to her guard post, which was really just a concrete box with a TV, a vent in the floor for air conditioning, and a thick Plexiglas window alongside a fairly simple control console for the security measures, Jelex thanked the secretary and promised to return at ten PM that night to begin her first shift.
Promptly, which was unusual for her, Jelex arrived at the post ten minutes before ten o'clock and did the whole punch-in business that she had been shown how to do, then settled in with her manga and her soda. She'd been advised to bring something to read, because after eleven o'clock or so the researchers generally would call it a night if they were working late, and then there wouldn't be much to do until the truck deliveries came at about three in the morning. And so it was true; about quarter of eleven, there was a sudden stream of eight or so cars bearing tired-looking men in shirtsleeves with white coats either tossed in the back seat or folded on the passenger's seat, depending on the neatness of the person in question. Despite that, Jelex noticed with some glee, they all managed at least a smile for the pretty security guard as they ran their ID badges over the scanner built into the outside of the security post, resulting in every case with a beep and a quick summary of information on Jelex's terminal inside. All she had to do was push the button to raise the yellow-and-black barrier and retract the road spikes, and then they were through. The attention was pretty nice, Jelex decided as she went back to her manga after the last car had left, even if some of the men looked a little too old to be courting her.
Midnight came and went, and it was half past twelve now, the streets and the city going quiet as the citizens found themselves drawn to bed. Jelex sighed as she turned the page in her book. This really was kind of boring, and despite her excitement and eager anticipation a little while ago, that had faded when nothing happened, leaving her with no entertainment besides what she had with her. It was 12:41 am by her clock when a car pulled in and came to a halt outside of her post. She'd been leaning back in her chair, standing it on two legs, and saw no reason to look more professional as she spoke into the microphone. "Run your ID over the scanner please." Jelex bent away from the microphone and went back to reading, waiting for the beep to alert her that the ID was valid and that she could raise the gate. A minute passed, and nothing happened, so Jelex looked up, and whoever was sitting in the car - it looked like a nondescript man, whose features were bland and plain - was doing nothing but staring ahead. "Run your ID over the scanner," she repeated, and when nothing happened, said, "If you don't have any business here, then get lost, this is private property and I'll call the cops if you don't move." The figure was still silent, but the car's taillights came on as it went into reverse. That was creepy, Jelex noted, how he backed up without even looking behind him, but he did it perfectly, and was soon out on the road and driving away. "Heheh." Maybe it was juvenile, but having that kind of authority was fun, Jelex decided.
Six minutes later another car pulled up, and Jelex felt a flash of annoyance, hoping that person hadn't come back to annoy her. At about the same time, there was the sound of a key turning in the lock of the door into her post, and the door opened as the car pulled up. Jelex's sneakers were up on the small table she had in her post, with the TV sitting on it and her bottle of soda that had long since been drained. She set the manga aside, and looked out the window to deal with the incoming car first, noting in her peripheral vision that someone had come into the small concrete box. First things first, though. She recognized this guy in the car as one of the scientist types who had come out a little while ago, looking haggard and tired. "Sorry to bother you," he said as he fished his ID out with fingers that trembled with lack of sleep, "but I forgot something in the lab that really shouldn't be laying out..."
"No problem." The guy's ID checked out, and so Jelex opened the gate for him, at the same time as she felt a curious sensation down by her foot and looked, as the guy drove past, to see a tall, dark-haired woman wearing what looked like a party mask unlacing her sneaker and pulling it off, setting it on the floor. Jelex blinked in curiosity, then let out a yell of surprise as the woman yanked her leg up, making her chair tilt back so that it rested against the wall and balanced there, not coincidentally making it difficult for Jelex to move without spilling herself out of the chair and onto the ground.
"Hey, what the hell!" Jelex shouted, flailing her limbs a little bit in surprise, but before she could say anything her sock was removed, and the bare foot propped in the woman's lap, who was now sitting on the edge of the table, long and shapely bronze legs dangling down. Something about that sparked a half-recalled memory, but she wasn't sure what, and in any case the woman's nails rested delicately on the heel of her foot and began to drag slowly up towards her toes. "HEEEE! Hey, stop that! HAhahahahah anaahhh! Ghahah dammit who are you! You shouhehehe shouldn't beheheh ehehhEee HEHEHEHEHEHEH in here!" Jelex squealed, trying to find a handhold or something to use to pull herself back into an upright position. It wasn't working, as the smoooth concrete walls didn't provide much to grab on to, and Jelex's convulsive wiggling made it hard to focus. "STahhahah stop it! I'll heheheheh hhahah hit thehehehe teheaa alarm!" But the alarm button was five feet away and might as well have been on the other side of the office complex for all the chance Jelex had to reach it. The woman's fingers were precise and slow in any case, finding those sensitive spots below the ball of the foot in the center and along the left side of her foot. Jelex's other foot twitched and bounced, but didn't kick for fear of knocking some piece of equipment out.
"My, my, ticklish are we?" the voice said, and below the teasing tone Jelex could almost detect a note of mockery. The fingertips were unbelievably slow and precise in their motions; two stroking lightly, scratching every so often, down the center line of her foot, and pausing to linger at the sensitive little depression just below the ball of the foot. Then, before completing the full stroke to her heel, the fingers would jump to the side of her foot and lightly stroke there. The assailant only ever used one hand; the other hand was gripping Jelex's foot from the top, or the side, shifting so that different points on her foot were accentuated, but always tickling, tickling with the lightest of touches. "Let's see if I can't find that one little spot that drives you over the edge, shall we?" the woman mocked, even though Jelex was pretty sure she had already found the worst point on her foot. She thought so too, because her one finger came and lightly stroked, stroked on that point with a perverse precision that made Jelex cover her face with one hand, giggling stupidly, and reach out in vain for her tormentor with the other, drawing laughter for her futile efforts.
"G-dooahhaha goddammit stohehehehehe! Stop that! Nheheheh ahahah stop! Sthaaaaa! HAAA! HAhahahahaaha!!!" Jelex's squealing and rocking was all out of proportion to the light, slow touches being visited upon her foot. Indeed it was the slowness of the tickling that drove her especially mad, as the careful stimulation of her sensitive points had all her nerves pricked up and her body tensed in anticipation for the onslaught that was maddeningly slow in coming, keeping her on tenterhooks and building within her a nervous energy that expressed itself in convulsive movement. Jelex almost wanted to beg the woman to go faster and be done with it, but that wouldn't have been such a good idea. Not while she was already giggling herself into a stupor like a fool. The touching still managed to vary, fingernails probing up under her toes, and when Jelex curled them, tracing along the ridges that it formed in her foot until she squealed and flexed them while wiggling her ankle as if trying to shake the sensations off. "Stoooheheheheh stop! Stahhahaaha stoppit!" Jelex felt oddly helpless from the slow tickling, the short pants leg showing all of her foot and a good amount of her ankle besides, her foot's reaction to the tickling delayed despite the fact that it was driving her batty.
All four fingers would slide down from toes to heel, the fingernails scratching on the sole, and then the fingers would curl and scratch at the instep, then the side of the foot, then stroke straight down on the sensitive spot below the ball of Jelex's foot. It never got any faster, but it was always random and teasing, accompanied by the soft, giggling voice of the woman. "Just a little tickle on one foot sends you this far into madness, does it? I wonder what would happen if I tickled both feet, or tickled somewhere even more sensitive... But I think I enjoy this too much to stop just now," she said, letting her hand glide back, away from Jelex's foot. But the movement was so smoothly executed that there was barely a pause between the soft sensations of the finger tips stroking Jelex's foot and the light, tingling, sweeping sensation of a stiff feather brushing against that sensitive, quarter-sized area in the center of her sole and just below the ball. "You've got a little soft spot here," the woman teased, as the lick of the feather's soft bristles sent Jelex arching her back and squealing with loud, keening laughter that filled the small space of the guard post and echoed around.
Jelex could hardly believe it. Her whole body felt like it was numb, tingling from every nerve ending like pins and needles that kept her in a state of stuporous laughing as she tried to struggle her way upright. How could it be so hard to move from just her one foot getting tickled? It wasn't even like this was her worst spot... but the feather kept her paralyzed as its horrifically ticklish bristles glided over the sides of her feet, the slightly roughened edges of her soles that normally weren't even ticklish at all. Now, though, she was howling with laughter as the fingertips gliding the feather 'accidentally' brushed against them. Had she been injected with something or drugged? Maybe some kind of gas? She felt fine... there seemed to be a bright light off in her peripheral vision now and again, but it kept fading. Probably it was just passing cars, her mind decided, wandering away from the matter at hand because it didn't want to deal with the tickling... She could do that when the feather fluttered on the heel of her foot, or teased her toes, but when its point returned to the soft spot in the middle of her foot or dragged its soft blade underneath her toes, she was jolted back to reality and screamed out a burst of laughter, her eyes feeling wet and starting to blur with tears.
The police uniform, which had never fit that well in the first place, strained against Jelex's bust and showed a good two inches of her midriff, since it had ridden up as a result of her struggling. The buttons, never sewn on too well in the first place, appeared as if the might pop off and show Jelex's flesh beneath. Due to the tight-fitting uniform, she'd neglected to wear anything else underneath of it... and since her chest was heaving with all the constant laughter, it did show quite a bit of strain on the fabric. Cheeks flushed and eyes blurred, Jelex could hardly pay attention to what was happening to her, and so it was a surprise when she felt her uniform begin to get looser, cooler air flowing down the neck and temporarily relieving the stress on her flushed, hot skin. But in another second she realized that the tickling had stopped, and the woman's fingers were instead at work unbuttoning her shirt, going slowly and methodically down the front of her uniform and sliding each button through its hole with graceful, long fingers. Before Jelex could think to protest, the last button had come undone, and the uniform sprang open to reveal her fair-sized breasts, completely bare, and the woman smiled. "Heehheheheehehe... hey, what the... what the hell!" Jelex said, noticing that finally the tickling on her foot had stopped, and with a mighty heave, she managed to set the chair back on all four legs, putting her bare foot on the ground and noticing with mild surprise that it was cool. But her eye was on the alarm button that had been just out of her reach, and Jelex lunged for it...
Only to be caught short by the woman, who grabbed Jelex's wrist, twisted it around behind her back, and caught her other wrist, crossing them at the small of Jelex's back. With a deft movement she took out a cord and tied Jelex's wrists together at the small of her back, then slid her hands around to Jelex's hips, chuckling softly in her long ear. "Naughty, naughty... you didn't think I was done there, did you?" A swift motion and Jelex's pants were loosened, then slid downward over her hips until they were gathered at her ankles. Jelex kicked them off, not because she intended to play along, but because she didn't need both her hands and feet restrained at a time like this... so there Jelex was, the taller, lightly bronzed black-haired woman behind her, resting graceful long fingers on Jelex's hip, where the thigh connected to the torso, and scratching lightly with long strokes. This didn't do anything for Jelex's state of self-control; indeed, it sent her into another spasm of laughter, arching her back and going up on her toes as the woman's fingers tickled from either hip towards the center of her waist, then slid downward, taking Jelex's panties and then sliding them to one side. Before Jelex could protest this, something firm, slightly flexible, warm, and buzzing nudged itself in between her legs, rubbing between her thighs in a way as to make her gasp softly, and then it shifted direction and moved upward, nudging its way between Jelex's lower lips and inside of her.
Jelex gasped, but her legs had weakened slightly with the not at all unpleasant sensation that was now radiating out from her core. Well, it would have been wholly pleasant, except that the woman was still tickling at her legs, the upper thighs, the joint between leg and body, scratching at that slight hollow with her fingernails and making Jelex bounce on her toes with frustration, body abuzz with tingling. The sensations warred with each other, as the firm phallus thrust inwards and slid out to create a feeling of ecstasy, and then the fingernails would tickle at her hips, mixing that ecstasy with a confused, skittering tickling. With her arms bound behind her back, and her legs tensed up as they were, Jelex's ability to fight back had diminished significantly, and she found herself resting against the body of the woman behind her, not fighting the bonds but just wiggling instead, using her torso for support as they moved in union to the tune of Jelex's squealing laughter and the woman's breathy chuckle. Jelex even found her hips moving back against her tormentor's and was rewarded with a low purring sound in her ear, then teeth nibbling on her earlobe.
Jelex's whole body gave a jolt at that sensation, shivering and nearly convulsing, and when the familiar warm feeling of the phallus was taken away, she tottered forward on unsteady legs, not sure where she was going or what she intended to do. Jelex felt a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around firmly but not roughly, and guiding her back to the low table on which the stranger had sat upon first entering the guard post. Jelex's bound wrists dug into her lower back slightly, but she turned her hands and flattened them on the table as she was eased back onto its flat surface, and the other sensations easily overwhelmed the minor discomfort. From this position Jelex could see her... adversary? Tormentor? What was she? Jelex could see the woman, the familiar features starting to coalesce into a memory, and she could also see the long, shiny black phallus which had grown from between her legs. Obviously a tool, a toy, something used for fun... The woman propped Jelex's calves on her shoulders and rested her hands on Jelex's hips, positioning herself for re-entry... and promptly started to tickle Jelex's hips wickedly.
Squealing, Jelex tried to sit up, flexing her rather formidable abdominal muscles and making them stand out, but the position was too awkward and the tickling too distracting, and for that matter the woman started tickling her stomach and sides as the muscles stood out, tracing around the flat rectangular shapes, and this just sent Jelex into an absolute frenzy of giggling, feeling fingernails scratch and tease all over her extremely ticklish sides. Her laughter barely even halted as she felt the warm, vibrating and very pleasant feeling return to her, feeling almost like it was sliding in and out directly below the area being tickled... Nonsense of course, but logic is rarely adequate when trying to describe sensations of such magnitude, and in any case the tickling fingers did move back down to Jelex's hips, then started to tickle softly on the area just above her labia, sneaking down around the sides of her lips...
The magnitude of the sensations pouring out from the very center of Jelex's being had her writhing in a paroxysm of tickling, lust, and pleasure, thrusting her hips even as her muscles tensed with the shock of incessant tickling on such deathly sensitive points. It was about to get even worse still; as Jelex's whole body shuddered from the force of the woman's thrusts and wracked with the convulsions of her tickling, Jelex felt yet another source of torment. One of the woman's hands had departed from Jelex's thigh joint, only to be replaced a second later by the licking of a feather's point, tickling with delicate care around the sensitive skin that was being ravaged by powerful and tireless thrusts. "NOHOOHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEEHEEE IT'S TOOOHOHOOOHOOO HEHHEEHEHEHEH TOO MUCH!!!" Jelex squealed, bucking her hips upward and moaning, tossing her head and feeling her eyes leak tears of exhaustion and ticklish torture. Her body was approaching the precipice rapidly, the edge of what abyss Jelex knew not, but the sensations were building as surely as a rolled snowball accumulates mass of its own volition going down a snowy mountainside. She didn't know if the sensations would stop even if the tickling and thrusting were both withdrawn, and at the moment she couldn't think beyond that point...
"Yes, my little elf... that's right. Give in to your body... surrender to it and let its sensations overwhelm you." The feather's tip, licking at the joint of the inner thigh and sweeping up to the hip before coming back down again, now traced lazily along the edge of Jelex's lips, its tip and blade shining with wetness, and began to slide against the sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves just begging for stimulation. Jelex's moans were mixed with screams of laughter, building up to a point and all of it was music to the woman's ears. Faster and faster it came, the thrusting, the tickling slow as ever and soft as silk on Jelex's womanhood, the contrast making Jelex's body twist in every direction, left, right, arching upwards and tossing her head until her sweat-matted blonde hair was strung across her face."Just a little more, a little more, and...! Mmmmmhhh..." The dark-haired woman sighed with deep contentment, a flicker of a dreamy smile on her full lips. Jelex was, of course, much less reserved, letting herself go in an explosion of ticklish sensation and lustful pleasure that culminated in the elf's devastatingly powerful climax, a scream of pure unbridled ecstasy that reverberated off of the spare concrete walls of the security post.
Jelex was hardly aware of anything outside of her own body now. She vaguely felt the filling sensation from within her being withdrawn, the spicy kiss of exotic pleasure on her lips, making her arch with a tingling rush one last time before the woman withdrew. Jelex's body, hot and streaked with sweat, her unbuttoned uniform top clinging to her and her red underwear in disarray, started slowly to chill as the effects of such a powerful feeling wore off, and she found herself laying on the table, still bound, her head lolled to the right side. Coincidentally this let her see out of the guard post's window, and she saw three pairs of headlights sweep by and disappear out onto the street. Slowly her mind came back to her, though her body refused to move, and Jelex distinctly remembered only one car returning to the compound after hours, and the lot had been empty before that... and furthermore, how could they get in and out with the barriers?
"Oh... shit." Jelex breathed softly to herself, trying to struggle to her feet, but sinking to her knees as she managed to heave herself off the table. Still, what she had been looking for was clearly visible, and it was not good... when she had raised the barrier, it had stayed up, and had been up all during that encounter with the mystery woman. Mystery woman... and finally, it clicked within Jelex's mind who it had been, too late now to do anything about, but it made sense, in a perverted sort of way. Jelex figured that she should lower the barrier, should trigger the alarm, but her body showed a complete unwillingness to move, much less put out the effort needed to extricate herself from the cord binding her wrists. Sighing, her body still tingling with the memory of her encounter, Jelex slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. She had to... had to... do something. Something about...
"Xsara V'sil..."
"A job?" Jelex asked, blinking at Syia and looking up at her from the television. "What's a job got to do with anything? Hell, a job would probably make it worse because I'd be just sitting in one spot without the freedom to do anything fun."
"Maybe yes, and maybe no," Syia replied with a cryptic little smile. "But think about it. I work a number of odd jobs; teacher, nurse, et cetera. When you're working somewhere, you'll run into people you would never see otherwise, and the role you're filling in your job can give others reason to do some of the things you might be interested in." She winked at the elven girl's confusion, and walked past her into the kitchen to fix some tea and soothe her wobbly leg muscles. Then it would be time for a shower and a satisfying sleep. Jelex, however, still looked puzzled, and though she returned to her television set, her mind was elsewhere. This kind of thinking was unusual for her, and as such her brain took a long time churning about the problem, poking at it and seeing where to go, but in the end she decided to give up and go to sleep.
The next morning, she found on the kitchen table where she usually sat a newspaper clipping, a classified ad for a night security guard to be precise. Jelex mulled over that as she ate her cereal, and impulsively decided to go and give it a shot, figuring that it couldn't hurt to try and she could always quit. There was the sneaking suspicion that this was going to be a boring job, and when Jelex found nobody else at the place where potential candidates were to apply, that sense heightened, but there was nothing to be done. This company that was hiring the nighttime security guard was some kind of advanced pharmaceutical or something company that wanted to make sure no one would sneak in at night and steal all their valuable company secrets. Whatever those were, Jelex thought with a shrug. Probably some new kind of aspirin with one percent more effectiveness, or another brand of cold medicine in a new flavor like watermelon raspberry lemon tangy twist. But while she waited, a thought occurred to her.
If someone was going to sneak in to steal something, well, they'd have to deal with her, the security guard, first, right? Jelex smiled at that thought, looking up at the ceiling with a finger to her lower lip, eyes unfocused and dreamy as her imagination jumped to all sorts of wild places. She was still in this daydreamy state when the secretary called her in, and promptly informed her she'd been given the job and that she could start tonight, and would she please follow her for training and uniform fitting? Jelex wasn't sure what training was required, but uniform fitting wasn't something she had considered, and so she followed the secretary into the changing room, where they found for her what appeared to be something akin to the standard navy blue police uniform. However, the term uniform 'fitting' proved to be deceptive; there were a number of uniforms in given sizes, and it was quickly evident that Jelex fit properly into none of them. The best fit they could attain was a pair of pants that were decently sized but a bit short in length, and a uniform shirt that was too tight over the bust and caused the hem of the shirt to stop a half-inch above the waist of the pants. The secretary apologized, and promised to order a uniform that fit better, but it would take some time to arrive so would she mind dealing with this for a while?
Jelex didn't actually answer at first because she had snatched a police cap off of the rack and settled it onto her head, adjusting it to sit properly on her long ears, and nodded with satisfaction. Maybe Syia did know what she was talking about, because Jelex decided that she looked pretty damn hot in this uniform. Sure, the tightness was a bit annoying, but she was used to wearing tight-fitting clothes and it wasn't too bad anyway, if she didn't wear a shirt underneath the uniform then it wouldn't be as bad. After being taken to her guard post, which was really just a concrete box with a TV, a vent in the floor for air conditioning, and a thick Plexiglas window alongside a fairly simple control console for the security measures, Jelex thanked the secretary and promised to return at ten PM that night to begin her first shift.
Promptly, which was unusual for her, Jelex arrived at the post ten minutes before ten o'clock and did the whole punch-in business that she had been shown how to do, then settled in with her manga and her soda. She'd been advised to bring something to read, because after eleven o'clock or so the researchers generally would call it a night if they were working late, and then there wouldn't be much to do until the truck deliveries came at about three in the morning. And so it was true; about quarter of eleven, there was a sudden stream of eight or so cars bearing tired-looking men in shirtsleeves with white coats either tossed in the back seat or folded on the passenger's seat, depending on the neatness of the person in question. Despite that, Jelex noticed with some glee, they all managed at least a smile for the pretty security guard as they ran their ID badges over the scanner built into the outside of the security post, resulting in every case with a beep and a quick summary of information on Jelex's terminal inside. All she had to do was push the button to raise the yellow-and-black barrier and retract the road spikes, and then they were through. The attention was pretty nice, Jelex decided as she went back to her manga after the last car had left, even if some of the men looked a little too old to be courting her.
Midnight came and went, and it was half past twelve now, the streets and the city going quiet as the citizens found themselves drawn to bed. Jelex sighed as she turned the page in her book. This really was kind of boring, and despite her excitement and eager anticipation a little while ago, that had faded when nothing happened, leaving her with no entertainment besides what she had with her. It was 12:41 am by her clock when a car pulled in and came to a halt outside of her post. She'd been leaning back in her chair, standing it on two legs, and saw no reason to look more professional as she spoke into the microphone. "Run your ID over the scanner please." Jelex bent away from the microphone and went back to reading, waiting for the beep to alert her that the ID was valid and that she could raise the gate. A minute passed, and nothing happened, so Jelex looked up, and whoever was sitting in the car - it looked like a nondescript man, whose features were bland and plain - was doing nothing but staring ahead. "Run your ID over the scanner," she repeated, and when nothing happened, said, "If you don't have any business here, then get lost, this is private property and I'll call the cops if you don't move." The figure was still silent, but the car's taillights came on as it went into reverse. That was creepy, Jelex noted, how he backed up without even looking behind him, but he did it perfectly, and was soon out on the road and driving away. "Heheh." Maybe it was juvenile, but having that kind of authority was fun, Jelex decided.
Six minutes later another car pulled up, and Jelex felt a flash of annoyance, hoping that person hadn't come back to annoy her. At about the same time, there was the sound of a key turning in the lock of the door into her post, and the door opened as the car pulled up. Jelex's sneakers were up on the small table she had in her post, with the TV sitting on it and her bottle of soda that had long since been drained. She set the manga aside, and looked out the window to deal with the incoming car first, noting in her peripheral vision that someone had come into the small concrete box. First things first, though. She recognized this guy in the car as one of the scientist types who had come out a little while ago, looking haggard and tired. "Sorry to bother you," he said as he fished his ID out with fingers that trembled with lack of sleep, "but I forgot something in the lab that really shouldn't be laying out..."
"No problem." The guy's ID checked out, and so Jelex opened the gate for him, at the same time as she felt a curious sensation down by her foot and looked, as the guy drove past, to see a tall, dark-haired woman wearing what looked like a party mask unlacing her sneaker and pulling it off, setting it on the floor. Jelex blinked in curiosity, then let out a yell of surprise as the woman yanked her leg up, making her chair tilt back so that it rested against the wall and balanced there, not coincidentally making it difficult for Jelex to move without spilling herself out of the chair and onto the ground.
"Hey, what the hell!" Jelex shouted, flailing her limbs a little bit in surprise, but before she could say anything her sock was removed, and the bare foot propped in the woman's lap, who was now sitting on the edge of the table, long and shapely bronze legs dangling down. Something about that sparked a half-recalled memory, but she wasn't sure what, and in any case the woman's nails rested delicately on the heel of her foot and began to drag slowly up towards her toes. "HEEEE! Hey, stop that! HAhahahahah anaahhh! Ghahah dammit who are you! You shouhehehe shouldn't beheheh ehehhEee HEHEHEHEHEHEH in here!" Jelex squealed, trying to find a handhold or something to use to pull herself back into an upright position. It wasn't working, as the smoooth concrete walls didn't provide much to grab on to, and Jelex's convulsive wiggling made it hard to focus. "STahhahah stop it! I'll heheheheh hhahah hit thehehehe teheaa alarm!" But the alarm button was five feet away and might as well have been on the other side of the office complex for all the chance Jelex had to reach it. The woman's fingers were precise and slow in any case, finding those sensitive spots below the ball of the foot in the center and along the left side of her foot. Jelex's other foot twitched and bounced, but didn't kick for fear of knocking some piece of equipment out.
"My, my, ticklish are we?" the voice said, and below the teasing tone Jelex could almost detect a note of mockery. The fingertips were unbelievably slow and precise in their motions; two stroking lightly, scratching every so often, down the center line of her foot, and pausing to linger at the sensitive little depression just below the ball of the foot. Then, before completing the full stroke to her heel, the fingers would jump to the side of her foot and lightly stroke there. The assailant only ever used one hand; the other hand was gripping Jelex's foot from the top, or the side, shifting so that different points on her foot were accentuated, but always tickling, tickling with the lightest of touches. "Let's see if I can't find that one little spot that drives you over the edge, shall we?" the woman mocked, even though Jelex was pretty sure she had already found the worst point on her foot. She thought so too, because her one finger came and lightly stroked, stroked on that point with a perverse precision that made Jelex cover her face with one hand, giggling stupidly, and reach out in vain for her tormentor with the other, drawing laughter for her futile efforts.
"G-dooahhaha goddammit stohehehehehe! Stop that! Nheheheh ahahah stop! Sthaaaaa! HAAA! HAhahahahaaha!!!" Jelex's squealing and rocking was all out of proportion to the light, slow touches being visited upon her foot. Indeed it was the slowness of the tickling that drove her especially mad, as the careful stimulation of her sensitive points had all her nerves pricked up and her body tensed in anticipation for the onslaught that was maddeningly slow in coming, keeping her on tenterhooks and building within her a nervous energy that expressed itself in convulsive movement. Jelex almost wanted to beg the woman to go faster and be done with it, but that wouldn't have been such a good idea. Not while she was already giggling herself into a stupor like a fool. The touching still managed to vary, fingernails probing up under her toes, and when Jelex curled them, tracing along the ridges that it formed in her foot until she squealed and flexed them while wiggling her ankle as if trying to shake the sensations off. "Stoooheheheheh stop! Stahhahaaha stoppit!" Jelex felt oddly helpless from the slow tickling, the short pants leg showing all of her foot and a good amount of her ankle besides, her foot's reaction to the tickling delayed despite the fact that it was driving her batty.
All four fingers would slide down from toes to heel, the fingernails scratching on the sole, and then the fingers would curl and scratch at the instep, then the side of the foot, then stroke straight down on the sensitive spot below the ball of Jelex's foot. It never got any faster, but it was always random and teasing, accompanied by the soft, giggling voice of the woman. "Just a little tickle on one foot sends you this far into madness, does it? I wonder what would happen if I tickled both feet, or tickled somewhere even more sensitive... But I think I enjoy this too much to stop just now," she said, letting her hand glide back, away from Jelex's foot. But the movement was so smoothly executed that there was barely a pause between the soft sensations of the finger tips stroking Jelex's foot and the light, tingling, sweeping sensation of a stiff feather brushing against that sensitive, quarter-sized area in the center of her sole and just below the ball. "You've got a little soft spot here," the woman teased, as the lick of the feather's soft bristles sent Jelex arching her back and squealing with loud, keening laughter that filled the small space of the guard post and echoed around.
Jelex could hardly believe it. Her whole body felt like it was numb, tingling from every nerve ending like pins and needles that kept her in a state of stuporous laughing as she tried to struggle her way upright. How could it be so hard to move from just her one foot getting tickled? It wasn't even like this was her worst spot... but the feather kept her paralyzed as its horrifically ticklish bristles glided over the sides of her feet, the slightly roughened edges of her soles that normally weren't even ticklish at all. Now, though, she was howling with laughter as the fingertips gliding the feather 'accidentally' brushed against them. Had she been injected with something or drugged? Maybe some kind of gas? She felt fine... there seemed to be a bright light off in her peripheral vision now and again, but it kept fading. Probably it was just passing cars, her mind decided, wandering away from the matter at hand because it didn't want to deal with the tickling... She could do that when the feather fluttered on the heel of her foot, or teased her toes, but when its point returned to the soft spot in the middle of her foot or dragged its soft blade underneath her toes, she was jolted back to reality and screamed out a burst of laughter, her eyes feeling wet and starting to blur with tears.
The police uniform, which had never fit that well in the first place, strained against Jelex's bust and showed a good two inches of her midriff, since it had ridden up as a result of her struggling. The buttons, never sewn on too well in the first place, appeared as if the might pop off and show Jelex's flesh beneath. Due to the tight-fitting uniform, she'd neglected to wear anything else underneath of it... and since her chest was heaving with all the constant laughter, it did show quite a bit of strain on the fabric. Cheeks flushed and eyes blurred, Jelex could hardly pay attention to what was happening to her, and so it was a surprise when she felt her uniform begin to get looser, cooler air flowing down the neck and temporarily relieving the stress on her flushed, hot skin. But in another second she realized that the tickling had stopped, and the woman's fingers were instead at work unbuttoning her shirt, going slowly and methodically down the front of her uniform and sliding each button through its hole with graceful, long fingers. Before Jelex could think to protest, the last button had come undone, and the uniform sprang open to reveal her fair-sized breasts, completely bare, and the woman smiled. "Heehheheheehehe... hey, what the... what the hell!" Jelex said, noticing that finally the tickling on her foot had stopped, and with a mighty heave, she managed to set the chair back on all four legs, putting her bare foot on the ground and noticing with mild surprise that it was cool. But her eye was on the alarm button that had been just out of her reach, and Jelex lunged for it...
Only to be caught short by the woman, who grabbed Jelex's wrist, twisted it around behind her back, and caught her other wrist, crossing them at the small of Jelex's back. With a deft movement she took out a cord and tied Jelex's wrists together at the small of her back, then slid her hands around to Jelex's hips, chuckling softly in her long ear. "Naughty, naughty... you didn't think I was done there, did you?" A swift motion and Jelex's pants were loosened, then slid downward over her hips until they were gathered at her ankles. Jelex kicked them off, not because she intended to play along, but because she didn't need both her hands and feet restrained at a time like this... so there Jelex was, the taller, lightly bronzed black-haired woman behind her, resting graceful long fingers on Jelex's hip, where the thigh connected to the torso, and scratching lightly with long strokes. This didn't do anything for Jelex's state of self-control; indeed, it sent her into another spasm of laughter, arching her back and going up on her toes as the woman's fingers tickled from either hip towards the center of her waist, then slid downward, taking Jelex's panties and then sliding them to one side. Before Jelex could protest this, something firm, slightly flexible, warm, and buzzing nudged itself in between her legs, rubbing between her thighs in a way as to make her gasp softly, and then it shifted direction and moved upward, nudging its way between Jelex's lower lips and inside of her.
Jelex gasped, but her legs had weakened slightly with the not at all unpleasant sensation that was now radiating out from her core. Well, it would have been wholly pleasant, except that the woman was still tickling at her legs, the upper thighs, the joint between leg and body, scratching at that slight hollow with her fingernails and making Jelex bounce on her toes with frustration, body abuzz with tingling. The sensations warred with each other, as the firm phallus thrust inwards and slid out to create a feeling of ecstasy, and then the fingernails would tickle at her hips, mixing that ecstasy with a confused, skittering tickling. With her arms bound behind her back, and her legs tensed up as they were, Jelex's ability to fight back had diminished significantly, and she found herself resting against the body of the woman behind her, not fighting the bonds but just wiggling instead, using her torso for support as they moved in union to the tune of Jelex's squealing laughter and the woman's breathy chuckle. Jelex even found her hips moving back against her tormentor's and was rewarded with a low purring sound in her ear, then teeth nibbling on her earlobe.
Jelex's whole body gave a jolt at that sensation, shivering and nearly convulsing, and when the familiar warm feeling of the phallus was taken away, she tottered forward on unsteady legs, not sure where she was going or what she intended to do. Jelex felt a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around firmly but not roughly, and guiding her back to the low table on which the stranger had sat upon first entering the guard post. Jelex's bound wrists dug into her lower back slightly, but she turned her hands and flattened them on the table as she was eased back onto its flat surface, and the other sensations easily overwhelmed the minor discomfort. From this position Jelex could see her... adversary? Tormentor? What was she? Jelex could see the woman, the familiar features starting to coalesce into a memory, and she could also see the long, shiny black phallus which had grown from between her legs. Obviously a tool, a toy, something used for fun... The woman propped Jelex's calves on her shoulders and rested her hands on Jelex's hips, positioning herself for re-entry... and promptly started to tickle Jelex's hips wickedly.
Squealing, Jelex tried to sit up, flexing her rather formidable abdominal muscles and making them stand out, but the position was too awkward and the tickling too distracting, and for that matter the woman started tickling her stomach and sides as the muscles stood out, tracing around the flat rectangular shapes, and this just sent Jelex into an absolute frenzy of giggling, feeling fingernails scratch and tease all over her extremely ticklish sides. Her laughter barely even halted as she felt the warm, vibrating and very pleasant feeling return to her, feeling almost like it was sliding in and out directly below the area being tickled... Nonsense of course, but logic is rarely adequate when trying to describe sensations of such magnitude, and in any case the tickling fingers did move back down to Jelex's hips, then started to tickle softly on the area just above her labia, sneaking down around the sides of her lips...
The magnitude of the sensations pouring out from the very center of Jelex's being had her writhing in a paroxysm of tickling, lust, and pleasure, thrusting her hips even as her muscles tensed with the shock of incessant tickling on such deathly sensitive points. It was about to get even worse still; as Jelex's whole body shuddered from the force of the woman's thrusts and wracked with the convulsions of her tickling, Jelex felt yet another source of torment. One of the woman's hands had departed from Jelex's thigh joint, only to be replaced a second later by the licking of a feather's point, tickling with delicate care around the sensitive skin that was being ravaged by powerful and tireless thrusts. "NOHOOHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEEHEEE IT'S TOOOHOHOOOHOOO HEHHEEHEHEHEH TOO MUCH!!!" Jelex squealed, bucking her hips upward and moaning, tossing her head and feeling her eyes leak tears of exhaustion and ticklish torture. Her body was approaching the precipice rapidly, the edge of what abyss Jelex knew not, but the sensations were building as surely as a rolled snowball accumulates mass of its own volition going down a snowy mountainside. She didn't know if the sensations would stop even if the tickling and thrusting were both withdrawn, and at the moment she couldn't think beyond that point...
"Yes, my little elf... that's right. Give in to your body... surrender to it and let its sensations overwhelm you." The feather's tip, licking at the joint of the inner thigh and sweeping up to the hip before coming back down again, now traced lazily along the edge of Jelex's lips, its tip and blade shining with wetness, and began to slide against the sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves just begging for stimulation. Jelex's moans were mixed with screams of laughter, building up to a point and all of it was music to the woman's ears. Faster and faster it came, the thrusting, the tickling slow as ever and soft as silk on Jelex's womanhood, the contrast making Jelex's body twist in every direction, left, right, arching upwards and tossing her head until her sweat-matted blonde hair was strung across her face."Just a little more, a little more, and...! Mmmmmhhh..." The dark-haired woman sighed with deep contentment, a flicker of a dreamy smile on her full lips. Jelex was, of course, much less reserved, letting herself go in an explosion of ticklish sensation and lustful pleasure that culminated in the elf's devastatingly powerful climax, a scream of pure unbridled ecstasy that reverberated off of the spare concrete walls of the security post.
Jelex was hardly aware of anything outside of her own body now. She vaguely felt the filling sensation from within her being withdrawn, the spicy kiss of exotic pleasure on her lips, making her arch with a tingling rush one last time before the woman withdrew. Jelex's body, hot and streaked with sweat, her unbuttoned uniform top clinging to her and her red underwear in disarray, started slowly to chill as the effects of such a powerful feeling wore off, and she found herself laying on the table, still bound, her head lolled to the right side. Coincidentally this let her see out of the guard post's window, and she saw three pairs of headlights sweep by and disappear out onto the street. Slowly her mind came back to her, though her body refused to move, and Jelex distinctly remembered only one car returning to the compound after hours, and the lot had been empty before that... and furthermore, how could they get in and out with the barriers?
"Oh... shit." Jelex breathed softly to herself, trying to struggle to her feet, but sinking to her knees as she managed to heave herself off the table. Still, what she had been looking for was clearly visible, and it was not good... when she had raised the barrier, it had stayed up, and had been up all during that encounter with the mystery woman. Mystery woman... and finally, it clicked within Jelex's mind who it had been, too late now to do anything about, but it made sense, in a perverted sort of way. Jelex figured that she should lower the barrier, should trigger the alarm, but her body showed a complete unwillingness to move, much less put out the effort needed to extricate herself from the cord binding her wrists. Sighing, her body still tingling with the memory of her encounter, Jelex slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. She had to... had to... do something. Something about...
"Xsara V'sil..."
