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THE CULT
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Her name was Maggie, a short haired brunette, who loved to hear people
laugh. I met her on a train coming back from Washington. It was a six hour
ride and Maggie had to talk to someone and I was it, so it seemed. We
talked of many things and what surprised me was Maggie’s frankness when it
came to her life. Although she was married, she was bisexual and her
husband, Rick, preferred an open marriage. Although she had a bit of a
tomboy look to her, she was definitely a woman and a very good, looking one
at that. She was dressed head to toe in black. her form fitting dress, silk
stockings, four inch pumps, all black. She looked more like she was about
to attend a party than having just left a meeting, like she said. ‘‘Oh, by
the way, I’m going to a party directly after I get off the train. That’s why
the dress.’’ Maggie said. She continued to explain her appearance. ‘‘The
party is at a friend's house, and by the time I get there it will have been
well under way, and instead of going to a hotel, changing and all that shit,
the party will be over...Want to come?’’ Her invitation surprised me, but I
had to decline. ‘‘I have to get up early tomorrow and go to work. This was
my vacation you see and...’’
‘‘Oh, come one. Just come for one drink - twenty minutes, tops. You’ve been
so nice to me, sitting here listening to me babble for hours...I just wanted
to do something nice for you.’’ It was then that Maggie put her hand on my
knee, and it was then that I sealed my fate. I said ‘‘Yes.’’ About two hours
later, the train rolled into the station. It took another hour to get our
bags, find my car and finally get to Maggie’s friend’s house. I should have
said good night then, for there was no party. From the outside, it looked
unoccupied. I turned to the grinning girl beside me. ‘‘There’s no party in
there? Is there?’’ Maggie gave a chuckle, as if being caught in a mischievous
prank. ‘‘No, I’m afraid that there is no party tonight. But that is a
friend’s house. A friend who is out of town, and left me the keys.’’ Maggie
grew closer., ’’...And there is no reason we can’t have a party of our own.’’
I agreed, and we went in. I was not in the house a minute when someone jumped
me and threw a burlap bag over me. The only thing I could hear was Maggie’s
laughing. I tried to get away, but who ever had me was much too strong. Then,
ropes or cord were tied around my arms and I was led up a flight of stairs. I
was taken into a room, a large room where I could feel the presence of a lot
of people. I was told that the burlap bag would be taken off and if I tried
to run away, well...’’Just don’t run away.’’ the man said. When the bag was
removed I could see only darkness for a moment, then as my eyes became
adjusted to the light, I could tell that there were at least 12 people in the
room. Ten men and two women, including Maggie and the man who jumped me, who
was huge by the way, surrounded me. The huge man, I found out that his name
was Rod later on, motioned for another guy to come over to us. He did, and
both men held me tight. Then Maggie and the other girl, a blonde, also came
over to me. At first they were just caressing me, then they began to undress
me, slowly. I protested, but I might as well have been in a vice grip for all
the luck I was having. When I was finally completely naked I was taken to a
large mat that sat about three and a half feet off the floor. My wrists,
ankles and waist was tied securely to the mat. I could only suspect the
worst. Were they going to kill me? Slowly? What? I begged for release. They
all just laughed. It was useless to struggle at my bonds. I began to get more
mad than afraid. I finally demanded to know what they were going to do with
me. ‘‘He wants to know what we’re going to do with him. Well, shall we get on
with it?’’ With that, all 12 of them began a huge roaring laughter, it was
obviously forced, almost like a chant. Each person then stepped over to a
mantle and picked up a white feather, and kissed it, then one by one left the
room. Only Rod remained. ‘‘I get to go first, seeing how I had the physical
part.’’ He came over to me and bent down to whisper in my ear. ‘‘Maggie will
be next.’’ With that, Rod took out a couple of small pieces of rope. They
were about six inches in length. He took the rope and tied one piece securely
to the base of my cock. I began to scream and jerk around. This did not
hinder Rod one bit, in fact he seemed to enjoy it. The next piece was tied
right under the head of my cock. again I protested and again Rod relished my
squirming. ‘‘What are you going to do to me?’’ I shouted. Rod bent down to me
very closely. ‘‘I’m going to tickle and tease you until you can’t stand it.
Then everyone you just saw here is going to do the same thing to you in their
own unique ways.’’ My mouth went dry. I can not stand to be tickled. In fact,
the thought of having twelve people tickle me, one at a time for God knows
how long, made me panic with fear. Then it began. Using only one finger, Rod
traced my arms, from my elbows to my armpits. I squirmed a little and
giggled. Then Rod dug into my armpits with all the fury of a wheat thresher. I
was bucking and laughing uncontrollably. My laughter was like a steady roar
for the five minutes he continuously tickled both of my armpits. Rod
continued this armpit tickling for quite some time, letting me rest two
minutes for each five minutes of tickle torture. After about an hour of this
Rod went to my nipples. He simply rolled them around with his fingers. I was
moaning within a matter of second, and my cock was throbbing against its
bonds. After about five minutes of nipple torment, Rod took out a corn cob
that had been dried out and put on a long stick. He poked my ribs with it a
few times and then went to my inner thighs. Rod really applied the pressure
between my thighs. He then slowly went down to my feet and when he got there,
he really let loose. I was not longer laughing, I was screaming. I thought
for sure that all the thrashing I was doing would release me from my bonds
but it did not. That corn cob scrubbed my sensitive soles for ten minutes. Up
and down and around Rod scrubbed with sadistic vigor. Between my fits of
laughter I could see Rod grinning an evil grin. It was almost like he was in
a trance. The corn cob went between my toes to the very, very soft part
there. Tears were streaming down my face. Then just wen I thought I would
ass out from this tickle torture, he stopped. It took almost all of the
five minute rest Rod gave me to catch my breath. Then, he began again, but
this time with a piece of steel wool. My feet were again the targets. I was
screaming with laughter in a matter of seconds once again. The steel wool
torture lasted at least ten minutes. My head was spinning and I was moaning
in ecstasy. That is until Rod produced a toothbrush. he wet the toothbrush
with his tongue and once again went to work on my nipples. ‘‘Oh Jamie, don’t
you must love this nipple torture. I bet you’d like to cu right about now
wouldn’t you. Well let’s see what happens when I apply this little toy to the
head of your cock.’’ Rod did just that and I thought I was going to shoot up
off of the mat. ‘‘Oh God please not that!!’’ I screamed. The hard bristles
tormented my poor cock head as Rod just laughed. Then, after about ten
minutes of this unbelievable torture, Rod took the toothbrush and went for my
feet again. The rest of my session with Rod consisted of him tickling my feet
and armpits with the toothbrush and teasing my nipples and cock with it too.
Although he tormented me with promises of making me cum, he never did. after
Rod left, I laid there on the mat for twenty minutes before anyone else came
into the room. This time it was Maggie.
Maggie was wearing a black lace teddy and shear black stockings. No
shoes. She picked up a stool and walked up to me with it. She sat down and
extended her feet over my belly and began to tickle me gently with her
stocking feet. I began to giggle a little. Maggie’s feet also brushed up
against my nipples and once or twice, my cock. The silky texture of the
stocking was incredible. Maggie then poked her big toe into my underarm and
wiggled it around. This was a much more sensuous type of tickle torture.
Maggie took her long manicured nails and raked them across my chest. As she
did this she bent down and began to suck on my left nipple. Her hot, lovely
tongue twirled around the nipple. I was in orbit. I was so light-headed and
then to make matters worse, Maggie inserted her fingernails into my
underarms. The two sensations were maddening. Maggie of course switched over
to my right nipple after ten minutes. Then Maggie began what was to be her
main attack. she kissed and tickled my entire body as she made her way to my
feet. It was a slow descent, but not slow enough as she really gave it to me
when she got to my feet. I was begging her to stop. She acted as if she had
not even heard me. The beautiful brunette began to suck on my toes and tickle
me between my toes. Her tongue went up and down the length of my soles. Then
she stopped, got up and slowly and seductively removed her stockings and then
put them aside. ‘‘These are for later.’’ she said. With that, she sat on my
lap and pushed her feet into my face. ‘‘Now, if you can concentrate and lick
and suck my toes really good, I’ll give you an orgasm that you will never
forget. But, if you don’t do a good job, I’ll torture your cock for an hour
without any release whatsoever.’’ I began greedily sucking Maggie’s toes. She
was enjoying it immensely and so was I until she began to tickle my ribs. If
that were not bad enough, she also wiggled her little ass to further torture
my cock. I tried to suck her toes, but the tickling and the teasing were too
much and I gave up. Then Maggie gave up. ‘‘Ahhh. Too bad Jamie. I guess I’ll
just have to torture your poor cock for and hour.’’ Maggie slid the stockings
over her hands and bent down to my cock. never applying enough pressure to
make me cum, she caressed my cock with the silky stockings and nibbled on my
cock head with her teeth. To her promise, she torture me like this for an
hour, then she returned to tickle my feet for another hour until finally
leaving me.
My head was spinning so much I could hardly see straight. It was obvious
none of my tormentors was going to let me cum. Just how many were there I
could not remember. Then, the third one appears. He introduced himself as
John. He was dressed more for carpentry than tickle torture. I was to soon
find out why. John then took out a small drill from his tool box and then put
a unique feather attachment onto it. He plugged it in and began. John began
on my feet. Unlike the others who had tickled and tortured me, John (who
called himself the ‘‘Tool Tickler’’), talked to me or at least, at me while
he went about the tickling. ‘‘As you can see, Jamie is it? A whirling feather
at the end of my drill here, when applied to your feet cause an uproar of
hysterical laughter. I like to start at the feet and go the length of the
body, testing for ticklish spots. Then, I start down the body again and wind
up at the feet once more. We’ll stay on your feet for another ten minutes
before I change bits.’’ I was screaming for the drill to stop. The vibration
of that whirling feather was incredible. ‘‘Now, my friend, we go to the Q-tip
bit. This is excellent for getting in between toes, in the armpits and
especially the belly button. so once again we begin with the feet.’’ The Tool
Tickler applied the spinning Q-Tip between my toes. It was maddening. I
bucked and pulled at the ropes, but there was no escape. The drill went back
and forth, like it was grinding my flesh, only instead of pain, it was
tickling. John’s next targets were my armpits. Once again he twirled the
whizzing Q-Tip as deep as he could into my armpits. The salt from my tears
was staining my face. I tried to squirm away, which seemed to make this Tool
Tickler that much more enthusiastic about it all. Then,my navel. He really
gave to me then. I thought I was going to die. I did not know what tickle
torture was until John took off the Q-Tip bit and placed a pipe cleaner bit
on the drill. The sharp little bristles really gave me hell as he tickled my
navel, armpits, feet and in between my toes once again. for the next hour,
John merely switched back and forth between his torturous bits. It would be
daylight soon and that is when they came to untie me. I thought I was going
to be released. Ha ha. No such luck. Rod came back and explained that I was
to be bathed and fed and then tied to a much more accommodating bed for the
remainder of the day.
Later, when night came I was untied by a very large man, named Dirk. To
my horror, Dirk told me that he was going to chase me to ‘‘that’’ room. So,
completely naked, I
started to run through the house. It was not long that Dirk caught me. He had
only done this, because Dirk apparently liked to tickle wrestle. He pinned me
down and tickled my armpits, and my sides and between my thighs. Then, he
threw me onto my stomach and lightly stroked my thighs, just below my ass. I
bucked and struggled and Dirk was loving every minute of it. Dirk gave me the
silent treatment the entire time he was tickling
me. The, when I was so exhausted I could barely move, Dirk picked me up and
took me to the room and tied me to the mat again and spent the next two hours
tickling the shit out of me. When he had finished,
he leaned down to my left ear and whispered the only words he spoke to me the
whole time. ‘‘The Iceman cometh.’’
After about ten minutes a meek looking gentleman, about forty five, came in.
He had brought in with him a cooler. I knew what was coming, and began to
struggle even before the ‘‘Iceman’’ opened up the cooler. He produced a stick
of ice and began at my chin. ‘‘Cold, isn’t it. Exhilarating as well. Your
cock is swelling. Too bad I’m
not into cock torture or I could really get you going, heh?’’
The ice trickled down my neck as he made his way to my chest. The Iceman
slowly circled my nipples until they were good and hard, swollen and cold.
Then, he went for my underarms. I bucked and laughed out of control. once
again, I was in the agony of tickle torture, but this time it was combined
with the hell of those freezing ice sticks. And every time one would melt he
simply pulled another one from
the cooler. It seemed as if there was no end to the sticks of frost. Finally,
the iceman made it to my feet. He slid those freezing sticks in between my
toes and ever so lightly danced them on my soles. I was shivering and
laughing at the same time. Toward the end, and it was a long time until the
end because he tickled my feet with those sticks for two hours, the iceman
did tease my cock a little. Just enough to get
the blood going.
Then, immediately after the Iceman left, three men came in. They introduced
themselves. ‘‘I’m Sam, my concentration is feet.’’
‘‘I’m Jose’. I like to torture the belly button and sides with my toothbrush
and toothpicks.’’
And the third showed me two mittens that had the fur on the outside.
‘‘I’m Francois. I use these to torture your cock and nipples. But first let
me warm you up a little.’’
With that, Francois began to rub down my entire body with the fur mittens.
It was wonderful. After about five minutes he began on my nipples. Lightly
stroking them,
getting them swollen and hard. my head was spinning when I felt a light touch
on the soles of my feet. Sam was using a feather to lightly go up and down
the bottom of my feet. He traced every inch of my soles with that feather. he
went from
gently light strokes to furious flying in between my toes. When I wasn’t
moaning from the nipple torture I was laughing from Sam’s foot tickling.
Then, Jose’ took out his toothbrush and dug into my belly button. he went
around and around, varying from light and gentle, to hard and fast.
Francois was still continuing the nipple torture all this time. Then the
tickling on my feet intensified as Sam began to use the hard end of the
feather. Up and down the soles he went, and up and down I went as I arched my
back straining at my ropes. Then Jose; took out his tooth pick of doom and
inserted it into my belly button. I could no longer arch my back and was
helpless to struggle against the tickling torture. Then, when I was just
about to my limit, Francois turned his attentions to my cock. It
was still bound the way Rod had done it and the way Francois was stroking it,
almost not, there was not way I was going to cum. ‘‘Oh please let me cum!’’ I
begged. ‘‘Please.’’
Francois aid that he would not get to be the one who made me cum. That
privilege went to Heather. Then Jose’ went for my armpits with his toothbrush
and Sam
continued switching from hard and light touches with the feather on my feet.
In fact it was not long before Francois was alternating between
my nipples and my cock. Four hours later they stopped and once again I was
bathed, fed and put to bed. The next evening I was led to the tickle room by
Maggie. I was gagged and blindfolded, yet this time I was tied upright. heavy
weights were tied on my ankles so that I could not move much. Two men entered
the room One was an older man, about sixtyish from the voice, the other was
younger and
obviously gay from his voice.
Even though my legs and feet were tied together I still had a feeling of
dread. I then heard strips of tape being torn. Strips were put on my ass, my
nipples and my cock. Then I felt a finger enter my belly button and wiggle
around. It was the older man. Then a sharp feeling of pain bit me on the ass
as the strips of tape were torn off. The tickling continued the entire time.
I knew what was coming as I heard the young man laugh. ‘‘Next are your
nipples and then... your dick. Boy its going to hurt when I
do that. Good thing you got the old man here to take your mind off of me.’’
And that was his plan. With the old man tickling my belly button and sides
there was no way I could tell when the young man was going to attack. Then it
came. A strip was ripped from my right nipple. My scream would have been
heard from any outsiders had I not been gagged. The young man gave me a five
minute rest, if you can call having some old man dig in your belly button ad
rest. Then once again he ripped off the tape on my left nipple and then he
sat down The old man took off my
blindfold, but left my gag. He untied my feet and swung me up until I was a
human hammock. The old man went down to my feet and the young man took out an
alarm clock and hang it right in front of me. ‘‘Now this thing is set to go
off in ten minutes and when it does, I’m going to tear off that last piece of
tape
and then we’re both going to tickle the absolute living shit out of you. I’m
leaving now and so is the old man. See ya. By now.’’
I hung there waiting and watching the clock. The minutes ticked by so
slowly. I tried to escape my bonds, but had no luck. Then it went off. I
tried to scream through my gag, but no one would have heard me. The door
swung open, both of my tormentors were grinning ear to ear. The old man
positioned himself at my feet again. he began to lightly lick my toes. His
tongue darted between the toes as his two day old beard scratched the soles
of my feet. The young man came toward me. He was smiling
to bear the band. he knew he had me. I closed my eyes. He grabbed the tape
and with a blinding flash of pain, the tape came off in a streak. All at the
same time the old man was tickling me. The old man then started to use his
teeth to tickle my soles and once again his beard also helped prolong my
torture. The young man played with my nipples and cock in between tickling my
armpits and navel with a letter opener. This lasted another hour.
The last man to come in was Bill. He was another large man and let me tell
you, he was the worst yet. he began by retying the little pieces of rope
around my cock to be much tighter. Then he put on clamps on my nipples. Then
from his pocket, he pulled out a toothpick. True Jose; had tickled me with one
also, but Bill was an artist with it. he started at my neck and circled around
my chest. he slid the toothpick to my armpits and smiled, but he did not go in.
He just circled my armpits, that was bad enough. Then the toothpick did the same
to my other armpit. He was teasing me, driving me crazy. The nipple clamps had a
devise that enabled them to be tightened. Bill did this often. he swung the
toothpick down to my belly button and circled it. Stroke after stroke, the
toothpick circled my belly button, slowly it got closer to its mark and then,
my eyes clinched closed, laughing hysterically. He put the toothpick down and
attacked my armpits with great fury. I could tell that Bill had let his
fingernails grow. I was swinging from my ropes, laughing and begging for him
to stop.
‘‘PLEASE NO MORE!! OH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!’’
I was screaming and laughing and wiggling around. bill then took the
toothpick and tickled my thighs right below my ass, because I was still
suspended by the ropes. He then took his finger and tickled
my navel, applying equal pressure at both points. I was caught in between
The tickling torture was almost more than I could bear.
Then Bill took the toothpick down to my feet, but not before giving the
nipple clamps a turn and my cock head a tweak. Deliciously cruel, Bill was.
He took that toothpick and scraped inside of my toes as well as in between
them. He circled my foot, tracing the little lines and getting the arches.
The sensation was maddening.
‘‘What you should like if I tickled you like this until tomorrow night, never
letting up?’’
‘‘NOOOOO!’’ I screamed between my laughing cries.
Then Bill began his alternating. With that toothpick, he tickled my
underarms, my navel and my feet. Then he went to my cock and traced the rim
of it with that little pick. While he did this he lightly stroked the shaft
and tickled my balls. this all went on for another two hours. He then cut me
down and tied me to the mat again.
There was only one more to come and it was Heather. It would be then
that I would get to cum, but not before she got her fill of tickle torturing
me. The door swung open wide and there in the doorway stood the most incredibly
beautiful blonde I had ever seen. She had piercing blue eyes and wore the
sexiest lace panties and bra that was probably ever made.
My cock was already straining against its bonds. She came over to me and
undid the nipple clamps and threw them aside. ‘‘We don’t want to hurt the
precious baby now do we.’’ she said in the most sexiest voice I had ever
heard.
Heather stayed at my nipples, sucking them and stroking them. Her soft,
warm tongue twirled around one nipple while her red fingernail gently teased
the other one. Then she began to softly tickle my sides all the while she
gently sucked both nipples. Her fingers lightly danced along my rib cage. I
was groaning in sexual excitement and laughing too. Then one of her hands
found my cock. Her warm hand slid up and down the shaft. Was I finally going
to cum? No way. This was only teasing. My head was spinning like I was drunk.
Then, the door opened and Maggie and Rod came in.
Rod brought up a stool to my feet and began to tickle them. he merely went
from lightly stroking to rough scratching. Maggie handed Heather one of her
black silk stockings. she put it on my cock and then slowly and seductively
pulled it off. when that silky material met my throbbing cock head I was on
fire. Maggie began teasing my nipples again with her fingers and the stocking
she had. Each time
Heather pulled off the stocking she kissed my cock head for good measure.
then Maggie stopped her torture and went down to Rod. as he continued to
tickle my feet Maggie took his cock in her mouth. Heather continued the cock
torture. rod came in a matter of minutes, but that did not hinder the foot
tickling. Maggie then climbed up on top of me and grabbed a tight hold on my
cock, ‘‘Now what ever you do, don’t cum or we will start your torture all
over again. She squeezed my cock and began to fuck me, hard. Within minutes
she had cum, but not I. This torture was beginning to be pure
agony. ‘‘Please fuck me, suck me...anything. Just let me cum!!’’
Then Maggie began the cock torture Heather had started. Rod was still
tickling my feet. Heather then climbed on top of me and shoved her pussy in
my face.
‘‘All right now, you eat me food and slow and gently and after I have an
orgasm, maybe I’ll let you cum.’’
I did just that. I slowly ate that girl’s beautiful pussy all the while
Rod was tickling my poor tortured soles and Maggie was still agonizing me with
her stocking. After about twenty minutes Heather collapsed from her orgasm,
her warm soft body laying next to mine. when she arose, she smiled. I
screamed ‘‘Please let me cum!!’’
‘‘As you wish sugar.’’ she said with eyes more than her lips.
Then she kissed me on the mouth and began liking my neck. she went down the
length of my chest, slowly, stopping to suck on my nipples for a moment or
tow. The tickling and torture continued. Heather slid down to my belly and
tickled and liked me there. Release was getting closer. Then Maggie pulled
the stocking off of my cock one last time. rod stopped his tickling. Heather
smiled, her lovely blonde hair dangling on my belly. Then she kissed the tip
of my cock and said ‘‘Goodnight.’’ I screamed and began to cry. ‘‘Just
Kidding darling.’’ With that, she unbound my swollen shaft and began to lick
it slowly. Then she climbed on top of me and slid her wet pussy onto my cock.
I cam in two seconds. A second later I had passed out.
when I woke up I had my clothes back on and was at the train station.
The conductor was shouting for everyone to board. I did. My limbs felt weak
though. When I got on board I found a note in my pants pocket. It read:
‘‘Everyone had a great time. Hope you did too. We hope to be
getting five new members in a couple of weeks. See you next
month.
- Love Maggie.’’
