pay_the_penalty
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This story is best enjoyed by first reading Part 1:
Please note this story involves non-consensual kink play. It is purely fantasy and not how play should work IRL. Story contains damsel in distress, bondage, tickling, electrical play, edging and denial, and forced orgasms
I was asleep within seconds. As soon as I had gotten home, I tossed my backpack – and the note – aside and collapsed into bed. It was a dreamless sleep of pure exhaustion, as my body and mind rested after my ordeal.
I didn’t wake up until 10:00. So late for work that I might as well not show up. I called in sick. It was only half a lie.
I made myself a pot of coffee and puzzled over last night. Did that really happen? What the fuck was that? And then I saw the note.
WE PICK UP JENNIFER TOMORROW
THE JOB IS YOURS IF YOU WANT IT
COME AT 8 PM
ALONE.
Holy shit. I snapped out of my morning daze. In my desperation I had given an innocent name to the secret police. Jennifer Squires, an old fling from college.
My mind raced about what to do.
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I thought back to one of my dates with Jennifer. She was captain of the beach volleyball team. Tall, redhead, stunningly gorgeous with a body beyond the comprehension of most men. Jennifer was by far the sexiest woman I had ever taken to bed. Which makes it all the more embarrassing how badly I fucked it up.
One day, before we started having sex, she asked me for a foot massage. Now let me be clear, these were no ordinary feet. These were heavenly, shapely delights. The constant volleyball on sand exfoliated her skin, making them buttery soft and smooth, with not a trace of earthly wear. They were long and slender, with muscular firm toes. And so when I got the chance to get my hands (and hopefully, tongue) on them, I just about came in my pants on the spot.
But as soon as my hands brushed her slender sole, she let out a gasp and kicked me square in the jaw. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed.
“Ouch – it’s okay, but what was that?” I asked.
“It’s embarrassing but my feet are crazy ticklish. I haven’t had a footrub in ages. I thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad anymore, but I really can’t stand it!” she explained, blushing.
“Well how about I try again, but I’ll do my vest best not to tickle” I said, soothingly. I meant it!
I then very firmly rubbed her feet as best I could, but no matter what I did, she twisted, contorted, and stifled laughter. It was quite a sexy sight. But then when I realized how turned on I was getting, I grew self-conscious. I never realized what an intense tickle fetish I had until that moment, and it took me by surprise.
“Oh, uh, I need to go” I said, stammering.
“Right now?” she asked, confused.
“Uh, yeah, uh, sorry, yeah see you later” I sputtered as I made my way to the door.
As I walked down the street, I realized I was a fucking idiot. But what can I say – when you’re in your early 20’s, you fuck up from time to time.
Anyway, that was the last time I saw Jennifer. And that’s why her face came into my mind when Selvara the torturer was working me over with her special brand of bare sole brutality.
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My thoughts returned to the present moment. I essentially just delivered Jennifer to the secret police. Do I warn her?
I can’t just call her. Surely the phones are tapped. What do I do?
Look, I knew what the right thing to do was. I need to warn her. But also… the thought of getting to do to her, what they did to me…
No! You have to warn her I told myself.
I spent the rest of the morning trying to find a way to contact her. She wasn’t on facebook, or at least not under a real name. Her old phone number was long since disconnected.
As I realized I wasn’t going to be able to save her from the secret police, I devised a new plan. I would go participate in the torture – but will try to whisper to her or something, to convince her to just give up a fake name. I would pretend to participate so that she could escape. And hey, if I got to play a bit with her naked body, it’s a win-win right?
So I made my decision. I would go to the address on the note.
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As the evening approached, it was time to go. The address Selvara left me was for a remote industrial park in the suburbs. I decided not to take a car, in case they would somehow track me. I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.
“Are you sure this is right? There’s nothin’ in this area anymore” he said.
“Yes, it’s, uh, I’m looking to buy some property” I lied.
He shrugged and drove me to my destination. Large abandoned warehouses lined the street as we drove. We were in the middle of nowhere, and everywhere, all at the same time. He pulled over, and I got out, and thanked him for the ride.
Now what? I thought to myself. The building associated with the address didn’t seem to have anyone there. All the doors were locked. Had I been tricked?
It wasn’t quite 8:00 yet so I decided to wait. The minutes dragged on, until I saw a white sedan driving towards me from off in the distance. It was unmarked, but definitely not civilian. As it pulled up to me, the tinted window dropped a bit. A voice called my name.
“Yeah, that’s me” I said.
The window rolled back up. And suddenly I felt a pin prick on the back of my neck. Before I knew what had happened, it was lights out. The last thought I can remember having was Fuck
I don’t know how long I was unconscious for, but when I woke up, I was in a dimly lit room. I blinked out of my stupor and took stock of where I was. A large window was present on one side of the room, but I couldn’t see anything through it. The other walls were dark and featureless. I was sitting in a stiff wooden chair. To my surprise, I wasn’t handcuffed. I stood up.
“Hello?” I called out. “Anybody there?”
The door creaked open and a neatly dressed officer came into the room.
“What’s going on?” I asked
He didn’t reply. He just reached over and pressed a button next to the window. Suddenly the glass cleared and I could see into the next room over.
It was a sight I’ll never forget.
The room had bright padded walls, and in its centre was a sort of dentist chair. On this chair was none other than Jennifer Squires. She was firmly bound to the chair at every joint, with thick padded leather cuffs. Her wrists and elbows were attached to the chair’s armwrests, and thigh cuffs held her upper legs in place. Her feet were held firmly by padded stocks at the end of the chair. Even her head couldn’t move, as a large leather cuff held her at the forehead. Her tight athletic body tested and pulled at the bonds, but to no avail. They did not budge.
She was wearing a white tank top and black tight yoga pants. On her feet were a pair of white sneakers. Her red hair splayed out over the headrest, and the chair was partially reclined. A thick grey blindfold covered her eyes. Her pale skin was glistening with a bit of sweat, and her full, ruby red lips were wrapped around a large ballgag, tightly affixed to her with a soft leather strap.
A woman stood in the room with Jennifer, circling her like a predator eyeing her prey. It was Selvara.
“Now, my dear” her voice cut the air like a knife. “I need to ask you some questions, and I expect to have them answered truthfully, and immediately. But before I ask you these questions, I need you to understand the predicament that you are in.”
She continued, bringing her face close to Jennifer’s cheek. I could see goosebumps form on Jennifer’s neck. “I am the lead torturer in the state secret police. I can make your body feel any sensation I want, for as long as I want. In here, you are mine. You have no rights. You have no escape. You are going to feel things you never thought possible, until I am satisfied that I have got the truth from you.”
She stood up tall. “Do you understand what I am saying?”
Jennifer appeared to strain against her bonds, trying to nod, but the headstrap wouldn’t let her move.
“Ah, silly me” said Selvara. “Grunt once for yes, twice for no.”
Jennifer grunted once.
“Very good. Then are you ready to cooperate?”
Jennifer grunted loudly.
“Excellent. Then let’s begin. We have heard from a reliable source that you are the leader of the traitorous rebel cells that are organizing these riots. Is that true?”
Jennifer grunted loudly, and then again.
“You deny this?”
She grunted once.
“I see that your enthusiasm to participate was, perhaps, a ruse. Let us begin our first session of encouragement.”
Jennifer struggled against her bonds, moaning and grunting. It was quite a sight. Her athletic toned body strained and pulled, but the chair gave nothing. She was going to have to take whatever Selvara was about to dish out.
Selvara moved like a serpent to the foot of the chair, and with a couple hand cranks, reclined the seat and elevated the footrest to waist height. She pulled up a padded footstool. She began to unlace one of Jennifer’s sneakers, and slowly removed it.
I knew what was going to come next, but there was nothing I could do about it. The guard in my room meant business – I was clearly not going to be able to leave, nor could I do anything to free Jennifer.
But part of me didn’t want to. Selvara was an intoxicated presence, and as she slowly removed Jennifer’s shoes and peeled back her ankle-length sock, she revealed a bare foot that sent me directly to foot fetish heaven. Her shapely slender sole hadn’t a speck of dirt or grime on it. There were no callouses, just smooth buttery skin from heel to toe. Her toes were perfect, and I imagined myself wrapping my mouth around them. Her nails were bright red, coloured to match her lips and red hair.
Selvara produced a soft, fluffy feather, and began slowly teasing the newly-bare foot with it.
“My dear, there’s something you should know about me. Before becoming a torturer, I studied human anatomy. I was the best in the class. I can trace every nerve ending in the human body. Do you know how many nerve endings there are on the sole of this pretty foot?”
Jennifer was moaning and the sweat had begun to glisten on her body. Her foot convulsed, torqued, and twisted to escape the large feather plume. The gag prevented her from responding with words, as the feather very slowly glided from the heel, around the top of the foot, up to the toes, and across the pads.
“More than 200,000. More than anywhere else on the body. And unlike everywhere else on the body, these nerves can receive any type of stimulation. What you are sensing now is called tickling. Do you enjoy being tickled Jennifer?”
Only muffled moans and giggles could be heard from Jennifer, as she struggled against her bonds. She tried to shake her head no but the head bondage held her in place.
“I will take that as a yes. But the foot can experience so much more. It can experience pleasure.” Selvara suddenly leaned down, and took Jennifer’s great toe and second toe into her mouth, sucking deeply and fulsomely. Jennifer’s body suddenly changed from trying to escape sensation, to revelling in it. I could see her nipples harden through her white tank top, and a moan escaped her lips.
Just as suddenly, Selvara sat up straight again and produced a riding crop. She began cracking the crop right across he sole of Jennifer’s bare foot. Whack, whack, whack – it had to be five or six good hits. Jennifer’s moans became surprised shrieks.
“The three sensations you just experienced have been studied by Chinese torturers for thousands of years. They are called the Triad – tickling, pain, and pleasure. All three can be used to torture. And today, I will do all three to you, until you choose to talk. Do you now understand the predicament you are in, my dear?”
Jennifer seemed to regain her senses and let out a single large grunt.
“Very good. Now, if you are not the leader of this rebel group, then who is? I expect an answer immediately.”
Jennifer tried to speak through the gag, but only muffled sounds came out.
“I need a name Jennifer, not a moan. Who is the rebel leader”
Jennifer began to become frantic. She was clearly trying to speak, but the gag stopped her.
“How disappointing. I shall now introduce you to the first phase of your torture tonight.”
Selvara returned to Jennifer’s sexy bare foot and began dragging a stiff turkey feather along the creases of her soles. She slowly, methodically explored every wrinkle, every line, and every curve of the foot. Her toes curled and splayed and her foot contorted every which way as it tried to dodge the feather.
“Look at your feet try to get away. Do you think you’re at a dance, Jennifer? Sadly, your bondage will never break, and I will tickle your sole until I am satisfied that you are ready to talk.”
The slow feather torture continued for what seemed like an eternity. Sweat was dripping from Jennifer’s body now, as her muffled moans and laughs filled the room. It was the sexiest sight I had ever witnessed, and my cock was bulging through my shorts at this point. It was all I could do to not just grab myself right then and there, but the presence of the guard dissuaded me.
Selvara spoke, without ceasing the feather’s movement. “Now that your nerve endings are nicely primed, I shall escalate the torture. You see Jennifer my speciality is in getting victims to talk by touching only the sole of one bare foot. But I am now going to tickle your other foot, because I think you will need to suffer more in order to cooperate. Unless, of course, you would like to give me a name?”
Jennifer roared angrily through the ballgag. She clearly wanted to talk, but couldn’t.
“Oh well, if you insist”
The evil torturer moved her stool to the other side of the stocks. She removed Jennifer’s other shoe, and repeated all the tortures that she had inflicted on her first foot.
I don’t know how long the torture lasted, but if anything her second foot was even more sensitive than the first. Jennifer writhed, screamed, and moaned through the infernal gag. Her body looked like a bundle of sweaty nerve endings, all of which were hyper stimulated.
I began to wonder what my role was here. I thought I was supposed to be the one torturing her? But my thoughts were interrupted by witnessing what happened next.
Selvara pasued to wrap thin leather straps around each toe, pulling them back firmly against a padded lip of the top of the stocks. Her toes were splayed ever so slightly, leaving the sensitive areas between the toes completely helpless.
“I am about to use a special technique on your perfect feet, my dear. It derives from ancient China, where Tibetan monks would spend hours cleaning glasswear using brushes made from mountain yaks. Firm enough to remove debris, but soft as the heavens to avoid scratching the glass. Do you know what these brushes do to the soles of a womans feet?”
Jennifer began to make an odd sound. A mix of sobs, forced laughter, and moans of anticipation.
Selvara produced eight of these mysterious brushes. They looked like paintbrushes, but with a stiff central bristle. She held four in each hand, and inserted them in the gaps between Jennifer’s toes. Ever so slightly, she began a gentle sawing motion.
At this point, I began to question whether the bonds would actually hold her. Jennifer’s back arched, and she found every bit of movement she could within her restraints. She bellowed deep belly laughter as her mouth opened wide enough to slightly evade the ballgag. She contorted so much that her blindfold budged slightly, and I could start to see the tears streaming down her face.
Her beautiful bare soles struggled mightly against this new attack. Her foot skin wrinkled like waves on the ocean, as her muscles tried to find any escape, no matter how small. But it was to no avail – the brushes just kept sawing, sawing, sawing.
At this point, her nipples were rock hard, and protruded through her tank top. A massive wet spot had formed at her groin. Her clothes dripped with sweat that, by this time, had totally soaked through.
After an eternity, Selvara finally withdrew the brushes, but just as suddenly dug into her soles with her sharp nails. Jennifer’s screams hit another level, as Selvara hyper-targeted every specific nerve cluster with her evil techniques.
This was more than a simple tickling. It was nerve ending abuse. She seemed to know the exact technique to make Jennifer crazy. Feather-soft touches on the pads of her toes. Deep digging motions on the ball of her foot. Fluffy fingertips on her instep. Digging in deeply with her knuckles on the heels.
She even began using her mouth, nibbling on Jennifer’s heels, running her tongue between her toes – whatever it took to drive Jennifer to the brink of insanity, Selvara did it.
Finally, and miraculously, Selvara paused. “My dear, it is time I confess something. I realize I have not been entirely fair. That ballgag has made it difficult for you to speak. I am willing to remove it, if you promise me that the answers will flow.”
Jennifer grunted enthusiastically. Selvara pressed an intercom button, and a guard came into the room. Wordlessly, he unlatched Jennifer’s ballgag and removed it. The gag dripped with drool and sweat. As quickly as he arrived, he departed.
“Now, my dear, it is time to talk. Who is the rebel leader?”
Jennifer’s voice responded weakly, and was a bit hoarse. “I have been trying to tell you – there’s been a mistake. I want to cooperate, I really do. But I don’t have anything to do with the rebels! Please let me go”
An evil grin spread across Selvara’s face. “How unfortunate for you. But no matter. I can be very persuasive. Perhaps it’s time to give your beautiful feet a break, and explore other parts of your impressive body.”
“No, please!” but it was too late. Selvara used a pair of safety scissors to slowly slice off Jennifer’s clothes. She started with the yoga pants, running the scissors slowly along her body. Then she cut the tank top, leaving Jennifer nearly-nude on the chair, clad only in a sports bra and a thong.
“You really take care of your body, don’t you Jennifer? It will be an honour to see what it can endure.”
Suddenly, Selvara began working a series of levers and cranks on the chair to force Jennifer into a new position. The upper part of the chair raised, and the footrest lowered, leaving her whole body at about a 45 degree angle. Now, her arms were pointed straight up above her head, leaving her beautiful armpits completely exposed. With another crank, the footrest of the chair, and the stocks attached to it, separated into two prongs, like a capital Y, with one foot at the end of each prong. Her midriff and belly tightened, and her toes were pulled tight.
“I wish to tell you about a part of the body that fascinates me. It’s called the brachial plexus. All those lovely nerve endings that extend from the tips of your fingers all the way to your brain have to go through this point. It’s one of the most important intersections of nerve endings in your entire body. Do you know where the brachial plexus is, Jennifer?”
Jennifer sobbed quietly. “No”
“It is right here, Jennifer. Deep in your beautiful, hairless armpits. Let’s see what a single finger can do on each one?”
Selvara’s inserted her index finger on each hand directly into Jennifer’s armpits and wiggled ever so slightly. The effect was instant and devastating. Jennifer bellowed, and filled the hall with deep husky laughter. It was mixed with moans and screams. Her hair became matted and she somehow managed to wiggle her head such that the blindfold slipped off.
“Ah, I see you wish to watch your own torture! No matter, I can tell you’re enjoying this!”
Every time Jennifer’s reactions seemed to subside, Jennifer simply changed techniques. From fingers to brushes. From brushes to tongues. From tongues back to hands. Selvara even used her long blonde hair to tickle the armpits. Pokes, wiggles, prods, digs. Jennifer’s laughs became more and more hoarse.
Selvara slowed her pace to speak. “Okay Jennifer, I’m going to give you one last chance to talk. I warn you, if you fail to cooperate, then the true torture will begin, and all of this will feel like a warmup. Now tell me. Who is the rebel leader?”
She never stopped wiggling her fingers ever so slightly. In between giggles, Jennifer tried to respond. “OKAY. I’ll TELL YOU. Stop it!” she descended into a fit of defeated laughter.
Selvara stopped moving, but left her fingers in Jennifer’s armpits. “SPEAK, girl.”
Jennifer’s mind seemed to race. “Okay, I think it’s, uh, the guy who runs the student union. Yeah, that guy. I don’t remember his name. But that’s your guy. That’s all I know, I swear.”
An evil grin crossed Selvara’s face. She removed her fingertips from Jennifer’s armpits.
“Very good, my dear. Very good indeed. If only you had cooperated from the start. I will now see to it that you are released immediately.”
Jennifer heaved a massive sigh of relief. Now what? I wondered. Why did I come all this way just to be made to watch this?
Selvara pressed the intercom button again, and said something in Chinese. This time, it wasn’t a large guard – two female officers entered, both with neatly pressed uniforms and fine black hair. They approached Jennifer.
But they didn’t remove her bonds.
Instead, they cut off her bra and panties, leaving her completely stark naked, bound to the chair.
I want to pause a minute and describe the sight, as it was truly magnificent. Jennifer’s exhausted, sweaty body was tightly bound to the chair. Her perfect, mid-sized breasts were kissed by bright red nipples, which stood rock hard to attention. Her pussy had just a dusting of fine red hair, and her vulva was thick, red, and pouting. Wet, sticky liquid oozed from her vagina, pooling a bit under her firm ass.
“Wait, what is this?” she demanded. “I cooperated, aren’t you going to release me?”
Selvara’s ice blue eyes fixed on Jennifer. “No, my dear. I am not. Because your story has changed. First, you said you knew nothing at all. Now you say you know the leader. And I cannot be 100% certain you are telling the truth, until you have experienced the full session of torture.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened in horror, as one of the female officers re-inserted the ballgag. “I told you before that tickling is just one part of the torture triad. The others are pain and pleasure. Only when all three are linked, can I truly trust your word.”
Selvara shouted something in Chinese, and the female guards brought in a tray of tools. Selvara showed the first tool to Jennifer. “This balloon will be inserted into your perfect, perky anus. It is connected to a computer, and it detects the involuntary muscle contractions that occur close to orgasm. I will use it for two things – to prevent you from cumming when I don’t want you to, and to count the orgasms when I do. An assistant covered it in slipperly lube and inserted it into Jennifer’s ass.
The torturer reached for a second tool – electrical pads. “These pads produce electrical shocks. I will use them to cause you muscles to tense and torque when and how I want. Her assistants poured conductive gel on the pads and taped them strategically on Jennifer’s body – in her groin area, and with pads above and below each nipple.
Selvara produced a third and final tool. “This, my dear, is a remotely controlled vibrator. I have designed it myself. It is mapped against every nerve ending in your vaginal canal, and the clitoral attachment uses groundbreaking suction techniques to stimulate the entire nerve cluster of your clit. I control it with this computer over here.”
“Now, Jennifer, prepare to experience the ultimate torture. First, I shall bring you to the brink of orgasm, and keep you there until your mind melts. You will beg me to let you cum. But when I do, the cumming will never stop, and you will be tortured by your own orgasms until you lose your mind. Do you understand how I am going to torture you?”
At this point, Jennifer was too weak to argue. She seemed to just lie back in her bonds and accept her fate. She didn’t respond.
“Not feeling talkative? Very well then.”
Selvara pushed a button on the computer, and the full system came online. Jennifer’s body tensed immediately. The electrical devices gave her mild shocks, causing her muscles to tense. The vibrator hummed to life. Within about 30 seconds, the orgasm detector showed she was about to cum.
Automatically, the vibrator slowed, and the currents shifted from pleasure to sharp zaps of pain. As Jennifer’s arousal dipped slightly, the system reversed. In this way, she was held in a near-orgasm state.
“And now, we shall add tickling to the triad.”
Each assistant positioned themselves at one of Jennifer’s feet. Selvara dug her fingertips into Jennifer’s armpits. And they began to tickle.
Dear reader, what ensued was a scene of pure majesty. Jennifer was tortured out of her mind. Pain, pleasure, tickling, it was as if this evil woman was able to betray every nerve impulse of her poor victim’s body. Her bonds prevented any escape at all, and the sophisticated system held her at the edge of orgasm.
I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually Selvara ordered the gag removed once again. Jennifer immediately screamed.
“PLEASE! LET ME CUM. I’M BEGGING YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” in between laughs, moans, and sobs.
“Very well, my dear” Selvara said evilly. “But know that you asked for this.”
Selvara adjusted the controls. The orgasm detector shifted into a new mode, and the screen text changed to “ORGASM TALLY: 0”
The electricity and the vibrators increased, and instantly Jennifer’s back arched and she let out a powerful, guttural scream.
The screen changed: TALLY 1
The assistants continued tickling Jennifer’s bare feet as Selvara shifted her attention to Jennifer’s nipples. The dual stimulation of electricity and her skilled fingers had an immediate effect. TALLY 2.
Orgasm after orgasm wracked Jennifer’s body. Her moans turned to screams. Tears streamed down her face. TALLY: 32
Her entire body had turned into a pulsating clit. Selvara’s evil treatment had turned everything into an erogenous zone. She delighted in making Jennifer cum from all kinds of touches. The assistants began sucking her shapely toes. TALLY: 33. Selvara squeezed her thighs. TALLY: 34. The torture team even began tracing feathers on her ears. 35. 36. 37.
Jennifer passed out entirely when the counter hit 102. Selvara turned the machines off, and felt Jennifer’s neck with her two fingers. “No worries ladies, she still has a pulse. She survived. Loosen her bonds and let me know when she wakes up”
The guard still wouldn’t let me leave the observation room. I was beginning to get very worried. I sat in the chair and waited.
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Jennifer awoke after some time. The chair was returned to a more comfortable seated position, and while she was still naked, she was no longer bound to it.
Selvara came into the room and gave Jennifer a glass of water, which she drunk thirstily.
She kneeled down and looked Jennifer deep in the eyes. “That was magnificent, my dear. But I admit I haven’t been entirely honest with you. You see, I have known all along you know nothing about these rebels.”
Selvara continued. “I spent the evening with a former boyfriend of yours last night.”
Uh oh
Jennifer was shocked. “Then why did you do this to me?”
“Because I need your help. You see, last night I put him to torture, and he seemed to break. But his break was not sincere, as the only name he gave me was yours. I want other names. And I want you to help me get them.”
Jennifer gasped “why would I help you?”
Selvara spoke coldly: “Because it’s a chance for you to get your revenge”
She pressed a button, and suddenly the large glass window opened up. Oh fuck, it was a one way mirror!
“Everything that happened to you tonight, happened because of him.”
I stammered and stuttered, embarrassed by the massive erection that threatened to burst through my pants. “I can explain!” I said.
Selvara smiled mischievously “Yes you can, and you will. Jennifer, shall we ask this young man some questions?”
Jennifer’s face turned into an evil grin. “Yes, I think we shall.”
I tried to run for the door, but suddenly the room filled with guards, who manhandled me and pulled me into the torture room. I fought as hard as I could, but they quickly overpowered me. They ripped off my clothes, and strapped me to the chair. They tied my toes, fastened my arms, and made me completely immobile.
“Please, no, I’m not a rebel!” I pleaded, before the assistants fitted my mouth with a ball gag.
“Save your strength.” Jennifer said. “You’re going to need it.
Please note this story involves non-consensual kink play. It is purely fantasy and not how play should work IRL. Story contains damsel in distress, bondage, tickling, electrical play, edging and denial, and forced orgasms
I was asleep within seconds. As soon as I had gotten home, I tossed my backpack – and the note – aside and collapsed into bed. It was a dreamless sleep of pure exhaustion, as my body and mind rested after my ordeal.
I didn’t wake up until 10:00. So late for work that I might as well not show up. I called in sick. It was only half a lie.
I made myself a pot of coffee and puzzled over last night. Did that really happen? What the fuck was that? And then I saw the note.
WE PICK UP JENNIFER TOMORROW
THE JOB IS YOURS IF YOU WANT IT
COME AT 8 PM
ALONE.
Holy shit. I snapped out of my morning daze. In my desperation I had given an innocent name to the secret police. Jennifer Squires, an old fling from college.
My mind raced about what to do.
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I thought back to one of my dates with Jennifer. She was captain of the beach volleyball team. Tall, redhead, stunningly gorgeous with a body beyond the comprehension of most men. Jennifer was by far the sexiest woman I had ever taken to bed. Which makes it all the more embarrassing how badly I fucked it up.
One day, before we started having sex, she asked me for a foot massage. Now let me be clear, these were no ordinary feet. These were heavenly, shapely delights. The constant volleyball on sand exfoliated her skin, making them buttery soft and smooth, with not a trace of earthly wear. They were long and slender, with muscular firm toes. And so when I got the chance to get my hands (and hopefully, tongue) on them, I just about came in my pants on the spot.
But as soon as my hands brushed her slender sole, she let out a gasp and kicked me square in the jaw. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed.
“Ouch – it’s okay, but what was that?” I asked.
“It’s embarrassing but my feet are crazy ticklish. I haven’t had a footrub in ages. I thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad anymore, but I really can’t stand it!” she explained, blushing.
“Well how about I try again, but I’ll do my vest best not to tickle” I said, soothingly. I meant it!
I then very firmly rubbed her feet as best I could, but no matter what I did, she twisted, contorted, and stifled laughter. It was quite a sexy sight. But then when I realized how turned on I was getting, I grew self-conscious. I never realized what an intense tickle fetish I had until that moment, and it took me by surprise.
“Oh, uh, I need to go” I said, stammering.
“Right now?” she asked, confused.
“Uh, yeah, uh, sorry, yeah see you later” I sputtered as I made my way to the door.
As I walked down the street, I realized I was a fucking idiot. But what can I say – when you’re in your early 20’s, you fuck up from time to time.
Anyway, that was the last time I saw Jennifer. And that’s why her face came into my mind when Selvara the torturer was working me over with her special brand of bare sole brutality.
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My thoughts returned to the present moment. I essentially just delivered Jennifer to the secret police. Do I warn her?
I can’t just call her. Surely the phones are tapped. What do I do?
Look, I knew what the right thing to do was. I need to warn her. But also… the thought of getting to do to her, what they did to me…
No! You have to warn her I told myself.
I spent the rest of the morning trying to find a way to contact her. She wasn’t on facebook, or at least not under a real name. Her old phone number was long since disconnected.
As I realized I wasn’t going to be able to save her from the secret police, I devised a new plan. I would go participate in the torture – but will try to whisper to her or something, to convince her to just give up a fake name. I would pretend to participate so that she could escape. And hey, if I got to play a bit with her naked body, it’s a win-win right?
So I made my decision. I would go to the address on the note.
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As the evening approached, it was time to go. The address Selvara left me was for a remote industrial park in the suburbs. I decided not to take a car, in case they would somehow track me. I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.
“Are you sure this is right? There’s nothin’ in this area anymore” he said.
“Yes, it’s, uh, I’m looking to buy some property” I lied.
He shrugged and drove me to my destination. Large abandoned warehouses lined the street as we drove. We were in the middle of nowhere, and everywhere, all at the same time. He pulled over, and I got out, and thanked him for the ride.
Now what? I thought to myself. The building associated with the address didn’t seem to have anyone there. All the doors were locked. Had I been tricked?
It wasn’t quite 8:00 yet so I decided to wait. The minutes dragged on, until I saw a white sedan driving towards me from off in the distance. It was unmarked, but definitely not civilian. As it pulled up to me, the tinted window dropped a bit. A voice called my name.
“Yeah, that’s me” I said.
The window rolled back up. And suddenly I felt a pin prick on the back of my neck. Before I knew what had happened, it was lights out. The last thought I can remember having was Fuck
I don’t know how long I was unconscious for, but when I woke up, I was in a dimly lit room. I blinked out of my stupor and took stock of where I was. A large window was present on one side of the room, but I couldn’t see anything through it. The other walls were dark and featureless. I was sitting in a stiff wooden chair. To my surprise, I wasn’t handcuffed. I stood up.
“Hello?” I called out. “Anybody there?”
The door creaked open and a neatly dressed officer came into the room.
“What’s going on?” I asked
He didn’t reply. He just reached over and pressed a button next to the window. Suddenly the glass cleared and I could see into the next room over.
It was a sight I’ll never forget.
The room had bright padded walls, and in its centre was a sort of dentist chair. On this chair was none other than Jennifer Squires. She was firmly bound to the chair at every joint, with thick padded leather cuffs. Her wrists and elbows were attached to the chair’s armwrests, and thigh cuffs held her upper legs in place. Her feet were held firmly by padded stocks at the end of the chair. Even her head couldn’t move, as a large leather cuff held her at the forehead. Her tight athletic body tested and pulled at the bonds, but to no avail. They did not budge.
She was wearing a white tank top and black tight yoga pants. On her feet were a pair of white sneakers. Her red hair splayed out over the headrest, and the chair was partially reclined. A thick grey blindfold covered her eyes. Her pale skin was glistening with a bit of sweat, and her full, ruby red lips were wrapped around a large ballgag, tightly affixed to her with a soft leather strap.
A woman stood in the room with Jennifer, circling her like a predator eyeing her prey. It was Selvara.
“Now, my dear” her voice cut the air like a knife. “I need to ask you some questions, and I expect to have them answered truthfully, and immediately. But before I ask you these questions, I need you to understand the predicament that you are in.”
She continued, bringing her face close to Jennifer’s cheek. I could see goosebumps form on Jennifer’s neck. “I am the lead torturer in the state secret police. I can make your body feel any sensation I want, for as long as I want. In here, you are mine. You have no rights. You have no escape. You are going to feel things you never thought possible, until I am satisfied that I have got the truth from you.”
She stood up tall. “Do you understand what I am saying?”
Jennifer appeared to strain against her bonds, trying to nod, but the headstrap wouldn’t let her move.
“Ah, silly me” said Selvara. “Grunt once for yes, twice for no.”
Jennifer grunted once.
“Very good. Then are you ready to cooperate?”
Jennifer grunted loudly.
“Excellent. Then let’s begin. We have heard from a reliable source that you are the leader of the traitorous rebel cells that are organizing these riots. Is that true?”
Jennifer grunted loudly, and then again.
“You deny this?”
She grunted once.
“I see that your enthusiasm to participate was, perhaps, a ruse. Let us begin our first session of encouragement.”
Jennifer struggled against her bonds, moaning and grunting. It was quite a sight. Her athletic toned body strained and pulled, but the chair gave nothing. She was going to have to take whatever Selvara was about to dish out.
Selvara moved like a serpent to the foot of the chair, and with a couple hand cranks, reclined the seat and elevated the footrest to waist height. She pulled up a padded footstool. She began to unlace one of Jennifer’s sneakers, and slowly removed it.
I knew what was going to come next, but there was nothing I could do about it. The guard in my room meant business – I was clearly not going to be able to leave, nor could I do anything to free Jennifer.
But part of me didn’t want to. Selvara was an intoxicated presence, and as she slowly removed Jennifer’s shoes and peeled back her ankle-length sock, she revealed a bare foot that sent me directly to foot fetish heaven. Her shapely slender sole hadn’t a speck of dirt or grime on it. There were no callouses, just smooth buttery skin from heel to toe. Her toes were perfect, and I imagined myself wrapping my mouth around them. Her nails were bright red, coloured to match her lips and red hair.
Selvara produced a soft, fluffy feather, and began slowly teasing the newly-bare foot with it.
“My dear, there’s something you should know about me. Before becoming a torturer, I studied human anatomy. I was the best in the class. I can trace every nerve ending in the human body. Do you know how many nerve endings there are on the sole of this pretty foot?”
Jennifer was moaning and the sweat had begun to glisten on her body. Her foot convulsed, torqued, and twisted to escape the large feather plume. The gag prevented her from responding with words, as the feather very slowly glided from the heel, around the top of the foot, up to the toes, and across the pads.
“More than 200,000. More than anywhere else on the body. And unlike everywhere else on the body, these nerves can receive any type of stimulation. What you are sensing now is called tickling. Do you enjoy being tickled Jennifer?”
Only muffled moans and giggles could be heard from Jennifer, as she struggled against her bonds. She tried to shake her head no but the head bondage held her in place.
“I will take that as a yes. But the foot can experience so much more. It can experience pleasure.” Selvara suddenly leaned down, and took Jennifer’s great toe and second toe into her mouth, sucking deeply and fulsomely. Jennifer’s body suddenly changed from trying to escape sensation, to revelling in it. I could see her nipples harden through her white tank top, and a moan escaped her lips.
Just as suddenly, Selvara sat up straight again and produced a riding crop. She began cracking the crop right across he sole of Jennifer’s bare foot. Whack, whack, whack – it had to be five or six good hits. Jennifer’s moans became surprised shrieks.
“The three sensations you just experienced have been studied by Chinese torturers for thousands of years. They are called the Triad – tickling, pain, and pleasure. All three can be used to torture. And today, I will do all three to you, until you choose to talk. Do you now understand the predicament you are in, my dear?”
Jennifer seemed to regain her senses and let out a single large grunt.
“Very good. Now, if you are not the leader of this rebel group, then who is? I expect an answer immediately.”
Jennifer tried to speak through the gag, but only muffled sounds came out.
“I need a name Jennifer, not a moan. Who is the rebel leader”
Jennifer began to become frantic. She was clearly trying to speak, but the gag stopped her.
“How disappointing. I shall now introduce you to the first phase of your torture tonight.”
Selvara returned to Jennifer’s sexy bare foot and began dragging a stiff turkey feather along the creases of her soles. She slowly, methodically explored every wrinkle, every line, and every curve of the foot. Her toes curled and splayed and her foot contorted every which way as it tried to dodge the feather.
“Look at your feet try to get away. Do you think you’re at a dance, Jennifer? Sadly, your bondage will never break, and I will tickle your sole until I am satisfied that you are ready to talk.”
The slow feather torture continued for what seemed like an eternity. Sweat was dripping from Jennifer’s body now, as her muffled moans and laughs filled the room. It was the sexiest sight I had ever witnessed, and my cock was bulging through my shorts at this point. It was all I could do to not just grab myself right then and there, but the presence of the guard dissuaded me.
Selvara spoke, without ceasing the feather’s movement. “Now that your nerve endings are nicely primed, I shall escalate the torture. You see Jennifer my speciality is in getting victims to talk by touching only the sole of one bare foot. But I am now going to tickle your other foot, because I think you will need to suffer more in order to cooperate. Unless, of course, you would like to give me a name?”
Jennifer roared angrily through the ballgag. She clearly wanted to talk, but couldn’t.
“Oh well, if you insist”
The evil torturer moved her stool to the other side of the stocks. She removed Jennifer’s other shoe, and repeated all the tortures that she had inflicted on her first foot.
I don’t know how long the torture lasted, but if anything her second foot was even more sensitive than the first. Jennifer writhed, screamed, and moaned through the infernal gag. Her body looked like a bundle of sweaty nerve endings, all of which were hyper stimulated.
I began to wonder what my role was here. I thought I was supposed to be the one torturing her? But my thoughts were interrupted by witnessing what happened next.
Selvara pasued to wrap thin leather straps around each toe, pulling them back firmly against a padded lip of the top of the stocks. Her toes were splayed ever so slightly, leaving the sensitive areas between the toes completely helpless.
“I am about to use a special technique on your perfect feet, my dear. It derives from ancient China, where Tibetan monks would spend hours cleaning glasswear using brushes made from mountain yaks. Firm enough to remove debris, but soft as the heavens to avoid scratching the glass. Do you know what these brushes do to the soles of a womans feet?”
Jennifer began to make an odd sound. A mix of sobs, forced laughter, and moans of anticipation.
Selvara produced eight of these mysterious brushes. They looked like paintbrushes, but with a stiff central bristle. She held four in each hand, and inserted them in the gaps between Jennifer’s toes. Ever so slightly, she began a gentle sawing motion.
At this point, I began to question whether the bonds would actually hold her. Jennifer’s back arched, and she found every bit of movement she could within her restraints. She bellowed deep belly laughter as her mouth opened wide enough to slightly evade the ballgag. She contorted so much that her blindfold budged slightly, and I could start to see the tears streaming down her face.
Her beautiful bare soles struggled mightly against this new attack. Her foot skin wrinkled like waves on the ocean, as her muscles tried to find any escape, no matter how small. But it was to no avail – the brushes just kept sawing, sawing, sawing.
At this point, her nipples were rock hard, and protruded through her tank top. A massive wet spot had formed at her groin. Her clothes dripped with sweat that, by this time, had totally soaked through.
After an eternity, Selvara finally withdrew the brushes, but just as suddenly dug into her soles with her sharp nails. Jennifer’s screams hit another level, as Selvara hyper-targeted every specific nerve cluster with her evil techniques.
This was more than a simple tickling. It was nerve ending abuse. She seemed to know the exact technique to make Jennifer crazy. Feather-soft touches on the pads of her toes. Deep digging motions on the ball of her foot. Fluffy fingertips on her instep. Digging in deeply with her knuckles on the heels.
She even began using her mouth, nibbling on Jennifer’s heels, running her tongue between her toes – whatever it took to drive Jennifer to the brink of insanity, Selvara did it.
Finally, and miraculously, Selvara paused. “My dear, it is time I confess something. I realize I have not been entirely fair. That ballgag has made it difficult for you to speak. I am willing to remove it, if you promise me that the answers will flow.”
Jennifer grunted enthusiastically. Selvara pressed an intercom button, and a guard came into the room. Wordlessly, he unlatched Jennifer’s ballgag and removed it. The gag dripped with drool and sweat. As quickly as he arrived, he departed.
“Now, my dear, it is time to talk. Who is the rebel leader?”
Jennifer’s voice responded weakly, and was a bit hoarse. “I have been trying to tell you – there’s been a mistake. I want to cooperate, I really do. But I don’t have anything to do with the rebels! Please let me go”
An evil grin spread across Selvara’s face. “How unfortunate for you. But no matter. I can be very persuasive. Perhaps it’s time to give your beautiful feet a break, and explore other parts of your impressive body.”
“No, please!” but it was too late. Selvara used a pair of safety scissors to slowly slice off Jennifer’s clothes. She started with the yoga pants, running the scissors slowly along her body. Then she cut the tank top, leaving Jennifer nearly-nude on the chair, clad only in a sports bra and a thong.
“You really take care of your body, don’t you Jennifer? It will be an honour to see what it can endure.”
Suddenly, Selvara began working a series of levers and cranks on the chair to force Jennifer into a new position. The upper part of the chair raised, and the footrest lowered, leaving her whole body at about a 45 degree angle. Now, her arms were pointed straight up above her head, leaving her beautiful armpits completely exposed. With another crank, the footrest of the chair, and the stocks attached to it, separated into two prongs, like a capital Y, with one foot at the end of each prong. Her midriff and belly tightened, and her toes were pulled tight.
“I wish to tell you about a part of the body that fascinates me. It’s called the brachial plexus. All those lovely nerve endings that extend from the tips of your fingers all the way to your brain have to go through this point. It’s one of the most important intersections of nerve endings in your entire body. Do you know where the brachial plexus is, Jennifer?”
Jennifer sobbed quietly. “No”
“It is right here, Jennifer. Deep in your beautiful, hairless armpits. Let’s see what a single finger can do on each one?”
Selvara’s inserted her index finger on each hand directly into Jennifer’s armpits and wiggled ever so slightly. The effect was instant and devastating. Jennifer bellowed, and filled the hall with deep husky laughter. It was mixed with moans and screams. Her hair became matted and she somehow managed to wiggle her head such that the blindfold slipped off.
“Ah, I see you wish to watch your own torture! No matter, I can tell you’re enjoying this!”
Every time Jennifer’s reactions seemed to subside, Jennifer simply changed techniques. From fingers to brushes. From brushes to tongues. From tongues back to hands. Selvara even used her long blonde hair to tickle the armpits. Pokes, wiggles, prods, digs. Jennifer’s laughs became more and more hoarse.
Selvara slowed her pace to speak. “Okay Jennifer, I’m going to give you one last chance to talk. I warn you, if you fail to cooperate, then the true torture will begin, and all of this will feel like a warmup. Now tell me. Who is the rebel leader?”
She never stopped wiggling her fingers ever so slightly. In between giggles, Jennifer tried to respond. “OKAY. I’ll TELL YOU. Stop it!” she descended into a fit of defeated laughter.
Selvara stopped moving, but left her fingers in Jennifer’s armpits. “SPEAK, girl.”
Jennifer’s mind seemed to race. “Okay, I think it’s, uh, the guy who runs the student union. Yeah, that guy. I don’t remember his name. But that’s your guy. That’s all I know, I swear.”
An evil grin crossed Selvara’s face. She removed her fingertips from Jennifer’s armpits.
“Very good, my dear. Very good indeed. If only you had cooperated from the start. I will now see to it that you are released immediately.”
Jennifer heaved a massive sigh of relief. Now what? I wondered. Why did I come all this way just to be made to watch this?
Selvara pressed the intercom button again, and said something in Chinese. This time, it wasn’t a large guard – two female officers entered, both with neatly pressed uniforms and fine black hair. They approached Jennifer.
But they didn’t remove her bonds.
Instead, they cut off her bra and panties, leaving her completely stark naked, bound to the chair.
I want to pause a minute and describe the sight, as it was truly magnificent. Jennifer’s exhausted, sweaty body was tightly bound to the chair. Her perfect, mid-sized breasts were kissed by bright red nipples, which stood rock hard to attention. Her pussy had just a dusting of fine red hair, and her vulva was thick, red, and pouting. Wet, sticky liquid oozed from her vagina, pooling a bit under her firm ass.
“Wait, what is this?” she demanded. “I cooperated, aren’t you going to release me?”
Selvara’s ice blue eyes fixed on Jennifer. “No, my dear. I am not. Because your story has changed. First, you said you knew nothing at all. Now you say you know the leader. And I cannot be 100% certain you are telling the truth, until you have experienced the full session of torture.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened in horror, as one of the female officers re-inserted the ballgag. “I told you before that tickling is just one part of the torture triad. The others are pain and pleasure. Only when all three are linked, can I truly trust your word.”
Selvara shouted something in Chinese, and the female guards brought in a tray of tools. Selvara showed the first tool to Jennifer. “This balloon will be inserted into your perfect, perky anus. It is connected to a computer, and it detects the involuntary muscle contractions that occur close to orgasm. I will use it for two things – to prevent you from cumming when I don’t want you to, and to count the orgasms when I do. An assistant covered it in slipperly lube and inserted it into Jennifer’s ass.
The torturer reached for a second tool – electrical pads. “These pads produce electrical shocks. I will use them to cause you muscles to tense and torque when and how I want. Her assistants poured conductive gel on the pads and taped them strategically on Jennifer’s body – in her groin area, and with pads above and below each nipple.
Selvara produced a third and final tool. “This, my dear, is a remotely controlled vibrator. I have designed it myself. It is mapped against every nerve ending in your vaginal canal, and the clitoral attachment uses groundbreaking suction techniques to stimulate the entire nerve cluster of your clit. I control it with this computer over here.”
“Now, Jennifer, prepare to experience the ultimate torture. First, I shall bring you to the brink of orgasm, and keep you there until your mind melts. You will beg me to let you cum. But when I do, the cumming will never stop, and you will be tortured by your own orgasms until you lose your mind. Do you understand how I am going to torture you?”
At this point, Jennifer was too weak to argue. She seemed to just lie back in her bonds and accept her fate. She didn’t respond.
“Not feeling talkative? Very well then.”
Selvara pushed a button on the computer, and the full system came online. Jennifer’s body tensed immediately. The electrical devices gave her mild shocks, causing her muscles to tense. The vibrator hummed to life. Within about 30 seconds, the orgasm detector showed she was about to cum.
Automatically, the vibrator slowed, and the currents shifted from pleasure to sharp zaps of pain. As Jennifer’s arousal dipped slightly, the system reversed. In this way, she was held in a near-orgasm state.
“And now, we shall add tickling to the triad.”
Each assistant positioned themselves at one of Jennifer’s feet. Selvara dug her fingertips into Jennifer’s armpits. And they began to tickle.
Dear reader, what ensued was a scene of pure majesty. Jennifer was tortured out of her mind. Pain, pleasure, tickling, it was as if this evil woman was able to betray every nerve impulse of her poor victim’s body. Her bonds prevented any escape at all, and the sophisticated system held her at the edge of orgasm.
I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually Selvara ordered the gag removed once again. Jennifer immediately screamed.
“PLEASE! LET ME CUM. I’M BEGGING YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” in between laughs, moans, and sobs.
“Very well, my dear” Selvara said evilly. “But know that you asked for this.”
Selvara adjusted the controls. The orgasm detector shifted into a new mode, and the screen text changed to “ORGASM TALLY: 0”
The electricity and the vibrators increased, and instantly Jennifer’s back arched and she let out a powerful, guttural scream.
The screen changed: TALLY 1
The assistants continued tickling Jennifer’s bare feet as Selvara shifted her attention to Jennifer’s nipples. The dual stimulation of electricity and her skilled fingers had an immediate effect. TALLY 2.
Orgasm after orgasm wracked Jennifer’s body. Her moans turned to screams. Tears streamed down her face. TALLY: 32
Her entire body had turned into a pulsating clit. Selvara’s evil treatment had turned everything into an erogenous zone. She delighted in making Jennifer cum from all kinds of touches. The assistants began sucking her shapely toes. TALLY: 33. Selvara squeezed her thighs. TALLY: 34. The torture team even began tracing feathers on her ears. 35. 36. 37.
Jennifer passed out entirely when the counter hit 102. Selvara turned the machines off, and felt Jennifer’s neck with her two fingers. “No worries ladies, she still has a pulse. She survived. Loosen her bonds and let me know when she wakes up”
The guard still wouldn’t let me leave the observation room. I was beginning to get very worried. I sat in the chair and waited.
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Jennifer awoke after some time. The chair was returned to a more comfortable seated position, and while she was still naked, she was no longer bound to it.
Selvara came into the room and gave Jennifer a glass of water, which she drunk thirstily.
She kneeled down and looked Jennifer deep in the eyes. “That was magnificent, my dear. But I admit I haven’t been entirely honest with you. You see, I have known all along you know nothing about these rebels.”
Selvara continued. “I spent the evening with a former boyfriend of yours last night.”
Uh oh
Jennifer was shocked. “Then why did you do this to me?”
“Because I need your help. You see, last night I put him to torture, and he seemed to break. But his break was not sincere, as the only name he gave me was yours. I want other names. And I want you to help me get them.”
Jennifer gasped “why would I help you?”
Selvara spoke coldly: “Because it’s a chance for you to get your revenge”
She pressed a button, and suddenly the large glass window opened up. Oh fuck, it was a one way mirror!
“Everything that happened to you tonight, happened because of him.”
I stammered and stuttered, embarrassed by the massive erection that threatened to burst through my pants. “I can explain!” I said.
Selvara smiled mischievously “Yes you can, and you will. Jennifer, shall we ask this young man some questions?”
Jennifer’s face turned into an evil grin. “Yes, I think we shall.”
I tried to run for the door, but suddenly the room filled with guards, who manhandled me and pulled me into the torture room. I fought as hard as I could, but they quickly overpowered me. They ripped off my clothes, and strapped me to the chair. They tied my toes, fastened my arms, and made me completely immobile.
“Please, no, I’m not a rebel!” I pleaded, before the assistants fitted my mouth with a ball gag.
“Save your strength.” Jennifer said. “You’re going to need it.
