Izzy

[ticklebug101]

The last thing she remembers is standing at the sink washing dishes, then the arm wrapping around her mouth to prevent her from screaming. And the strong smell, and the feel of something soft being forced over her mouth and nose. Then everything going black...........

When she comes around, Melanie is cold, naked.
She opens her eyes and tries to move them to either side of her head.
"hello?" she calls out into the silence,
"somebody help me! What am I doing here, somebody help!"
She tries to sit up, to cover herself but cant move,
and quickly realizes she is tied to a table, spread eagle.
"Dont worry Melanie," a voice says suddenly,
making her jump, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Who are you?" she replies, "what am I doing here?"
"You see Melanie," said the voice of who she
could only assume was her captor,
"I'm looking for a woman....."
"no!" she cried, "I'm married!"
"Dont interupt me!" he yelled, startling her into silence.
"There, that's better. You see Melanie tickling women is a passion of mine."
"MASTER NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

" But not only that, he continued as if a woman hadn't yelled out,
"I like to make my victims as helpless and vulnerable as possible.
I like to explore theire bodies, finding theire most ticklish spots."
"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!"
" Making mental notes so I can return to those spots later in the session."
"But how will you remember where to go?" asked Melanie.
"Oh dont worry," said her captor, "I have a very good memory."
"Well, what do you like about tickling,"
she asked, trying to stall this guy who was clearly insane,
no real person actualy did stuff like this.

"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
"do you want information? Do you like to use it as an interigation method?" she asked,
trying in vain to ignore the
random manic laughter that filled the room.
"My," he replied, "so many questions for such a beautiful lady.
I like to slowly torture my victims until they agree to something for me."
"I knew it," said Melanie, "what do you want? I knew there had to be a catch."
"Clever girl," he said, "you're right I do want something. I tie and tickle"
"MASTER NOOOOOOO!"
" many ladies but very rarley get what I want.
A tickle slave. Someone who I can tickle torture whenever I please,"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "MASTER HAVE MERCY!"
" someone's laughter I can hear whenever I want to.
I wish to make a collection and so far only have three."
"And you want that from me?" she asked.
"That's right," he replied, "so I'm basicly going to tickle torture you
until you agree to become one of my tickle slaves,"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO MASTER HAVE MERCY!"
" signing a contract that says so."

"No!" cried Melanie, "you cant do this! you have
no idea how ticklish I am, I'll go crazy!"
"MERCY MASTER HAVE MERCY!"
"Ok enough ignoring the elephant in the room,
what the Hell is all that screaming?" asked Melanie.
"Speaking of going crazy," he said,
lifting half her table so Melanie could see some of
the big empty warehouse they were in,
"I must show you something."
He walked over to what looked like the end of
the room but Melanie soon saw it was a curtain.
He pulled this back and her jaw dropped.
Behind the curtain was a number of beautiful women
in a cage in straight jackets,
mad expressions on theire faces.
Some were laying down, some sitting up
and rocking back and forth.
"What happened to them!?" cried Melanie.

"All of them tortured into insanity. Poor dears,"
he said sadly, "it's a shame."
He drew a key from his pocket and unlocked the cage.
Then he walked in and lifted one of the girl's faces to meet his.
"This one was a doctor.
So inteligant and yet, reduced
to an insane laughing heap
every time the T word is even mentioned. Watch,"
he said to Melanie, and then turned back towards the former doctor,
"you dont like it do you sweetie?" he said clearly, "being tickled?"
The woman let out the loudest,most blood curdling scream Melanie
had ever heard, dropped to her knees and
started kissing her captor's shoes, begging
"please no more, please I beg you!"
"Now now Sarah, what do we say?"
"Master!" she yelled,
"please Master no more, please master please!"
and with that, she flopped to the floor, curled up in a ball and started to laugh manicaly.

"See how she does that?" he called over the noise,
"she laughs like I'm tickling her......."
"Please Master no more! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"and I'm not even laying a hand on her. It's ok Sarah,"
he said, picking her up, "no more. Come on sweetie, lie down, it's naptime."
"Thankyou master, thankyou!" she cried, lying down and curling up.
"That's right, good girl. Stay still, I'm going to get the earplugs."
"NO!" screamed Sarah, "No more victims!"
then she turned toward Melanie,
her eyes wide and fearful.
"Run, RUN!" she cried, trying to roll onto her knees,
but the captor tightened her straight jacket,
rendering her helpless.

"Sarah, be a good girl or you know what happens!" he exclaimed.
"No master please!"
yelled Sarah, tears filling her eyes,
"please master no more!"
"Are you going to behave?" he asked.
"Yes master please, no more!"
She flopped onto the floor again and started to
roll from side to side, giggling manicaly, but not as loud as before.

Then he turned back to Melanie who had been stunned into silence,
"you see when I bring a new victim in,
I plug theire ears so they wont
be reminded of what happened to them.
These lovley ladies I mean," he said,
guesturing toward his former now broken victims,
all of whom had theire eyes on theire master,
praying they wouldn't be started on again.

He went away for a minute and came back
with several pairs of earplugs.
Then he worked in silence as
he plugged up all the girls ears.
When he was done and they were all settled,
he rose from his knees and looked them all over.
"They should sleep now," he said, more to himself,
and began walking back towards Melanie.

"Oh my God, you monster!" she yelled,
"how could you do this to people?!"
"Now," he said, ignoring her and
putting the table back down,
"are you going to agree or do I have to
pursuade you like I did my other girls?"
"After seeing that?! I will not let you do that to me,
let me out of here right NOW!"
"Oh I'm afraid that's impossible," he said, "see once a girl enters,
she either stays here and comes to be
strapped down whenever I want her, or she gets a free straight jacket.
Either way she's here forever.
We cant have you running to the police now can we?
No matter how much you tell me you wont.
Now young lady, I tire of your head strength and willpower.
Let's see if something cant be done about that shall we?"

Before Melanie could answear, he had gotten a ballgag and shoved it in her mouth,
slipped a blindfold over her eyes and whispered in her ear,
"I'm hungry, and not just for you my dear.
I'll be back after dinner, my ticklish one."
"MASTER PLEASE I BEG YOU, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Screamed the girl and fell to the ground again. And that
was the last thing Melanie saw in the corner of her eye before her world became dark.

As she lay there waiting in dark, unable to call for help,
Melanie squirmed as much as her restraints would allow, writhing in antitipation of that first touch.
She had no idea of how long she had been lying there when she heard the footsteps of her captor returning.
Unbeknown to his victim, he came to kneal beside her and made her jump when he whispered in her ear,
"are you ready my dear? Unless of course you have changed your mind about my offer?"
Melanie shook her head.
"I thought not," replied the captor, "very well."
Then he fell silent, leaving his victim quivering in anticipation of what was to come.
After quietly removing his shoes he walked softly across the room
and he pulled a peice of paper from his pocket
and scrunched it near her ear. She jumped.
"You see Melanie," he said, "when certain scences are taken away,
our other scences are heightened.
You, who have been deprived of speech and sight, now rely on hearing and touch."
On the word touch, he ran a finger over her stomach, causing her to shiver.
"I expect from what you saw from my girls earlier,
you have had rather alot of images running through your mind.
And so many questions. When will he start this torture?
Will he use his fingers, feathers or both?
Will he really tickle me until I agree to be his slave?
How long can I hold out?
How good of a tickler is this guy?
Am I going to be left with any scences at all?
I dont need taste but what about my hearing?
Well Melanie," he said, "that I can answear right now."
And with that he slipped earpluggs into her ears.


Aren't y'all happy to see me in the story section again? 😉
Ok, this one is for our very own Isabeau.
It's only a preview for now cause I wanna know if you think I should go on or not.
Ok, a little more of my story,
thanks for the writing inspiration as always Duke Diablo
Lemme know whatcha think,
Bug 🙂

 

[melanie2]

OO buggie..i'm so flattered..so thrilled..it's such an honor..but hmm how could you end it there? Melanie simply must escape...giggles..nice start...thanks love..

 

[Journia]

WooooooooooT
IiiisaaaabeauuU​

 

[ticklebug101]

Yay! the lady of the moment likes it 🙂
Thanks Izzles.
and Journia, agreed 😉

 

[TICKLELOVERS]

Yay! We love Izzy!
Love,
Heather and Anna

 

[tff69]

O_O Whoooooah! Very vivid!

 

[ticklebug101]

Thanks guys, I'm trying 2 think how I could build up the anticipation.
Any thoughts would help.
Izzy, any preference?
and btw escape?
yeah right 😉

 

[ticklebug101]

Update time 🙂

 

[Frost King]

I love izzy tickle stories

 

[melanie2]

It's purrfect..i told you you could come up with something far better than i could..great job..it's going good so far...but eeks..me broken..hahahaha..

 

[ticklebug101]

Want your ler to be Vin Deisel? 😉

 

[melanie2]

yesssssssssssssssssssss lol...:drool

 

[ticklebug101]

LOL that would be awesome huh?

 

[ticklebug101]

With all of her scences now deprived of her save from touch, she panicked.
She had never been this helpless before, how did she know this guy was only going to tickle her? With her in this position, he could do anything.
As her world became dark and silent, Melanie lay there, feeling more helpless than she had ever been in her life. It drove her crazy to lay there with no clue of when she would first be tickled or where the assult would begin.
Melanie herself never knew she could scream so loud when what felt like a feather suddenly started to ever so gently stroke her bare feet.
Had she not been tied down, she would have jumped through the roof when she was first touched. Then the tickling built up slowly, the feather on her feet used with more force. Not painful force but hard enough to be called tickling instead of stroking or caressing.
But that wasnt all. She felt as though an electric shock had been driven through her as multiple fingers started to tickle her everywhere. She felt some one on her somach, someone else on her sensitive sides and one guy taking full advantage of the fact she could not protect her higly ticklish armpits. After what seemed like for ever, Melanie lay there panting, sweat running down her face and behind her blinfold, mixed with tears.
She couldnt see by this point even if she wasnt blindfolded.

 

[ticklebug101]

It's getting there Izzy 😉

 

[melanie2]

Multiple fingers? Are more than one person tickling poor me?? giggles..it's going great bugster...thanks...:wub

 

[ticklebug101]

WOO! done! sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes, my google notebook has no spell check. Thanks for the inspiration Duke Diablo and of course Isabeau. I'm gonna pick up from where we left off, here it goes........



Even though she knew it had stopped she still felt she was being tickled right down to the bone. She couldnt be sure how many people were on her during the assult but she thought it was at least 5, probing and poking her everywhere. it was good she was gagged, she never realized her scream would be loud enough to wake the dead when tickled by that many pairs of hands. She couldnt think of much else but she did have momentary intervals where she could mentaly block out the sensations allowing her to think this.

Not having much energy left, Melanie only twitched, and didnt jump when she felt hands on her again. Only this time they were at the back of her head, unfastning her gag, then at her ears, pulling out the earplugs. She took many needed lungfulls of air while she could. "Good idea," came a voice, startling her, "you'll need that oxygen for more laughter." There was something different about the voice this time. It was still a man's voice but it seemed deeper.
Unless of course you are willing to yeild to the Master's wishes?" Melanie took a deep breath, screwed up all her courage and said, "your Master can go to Hell. Where is he anyway?"
"Oh the Master is not far away," he said, "you have very ticklish armpits by the way, I was working those over."
"Yeah thanks a bunch," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasam, "real nice job."

"But for now, the Master has left me in charge and were gonna play a little game I like to call tag."
"Come again?" giggled Melanie, "your gonna realese me so we can play tag?"
"Yes," he said, "dont worry the wearhouse is secure you cant get out. And I thought you would have been greatful for the chance to streach."
"Oh I would," she replied quickly, "your idea just seemed strange is all."
"Yes," he replied, "I can understand that. I will untie you now."
"Yes please," said Melanie, and her limbs somewhat relaxed as they were untied, and then she felt a pair of nice strong hands on her back, helping her to sit up.

Then she felt the hands at the back of her head, taking off her blindfold. She blinked several times, adjusting her eyes to the light. She was, in a strange way, looking foward to seeing the face of the man who had replaced her original captor. But she felt a twinge of disapointment as she put up her head to look into his eyes, only to see his face had been covered by a mask.
"How will you see where you're running?" she asked him.
"It will be ok," he said, "I have had practise of running with a mask and I can still see.
Now, you may use all the space in the wearhouse you can find, and if I tag you three times, I get to tie you down and tickle you again."
"What if you loose?" asked Melanie.
He chuckled softly and replied,
"I never loose."
And with that, he lunged toward Melanie and she turned quickly and ran as fast as her shakey legs would go. All she could think was "run faster woman!" as she saw all the space in front of her, her new captor close behind her.
She never tried to look at him and
she changed postion as she reached a wall, determined he wasnt going to corner her.
But she only just made it, feeling the very tips of his fingers woosh past her shoulder in a rush of air, almost touching her. The room bounced up and down in front of her and as she ran, new thoughts began to come into her mind.

"what if he does tag me three times? would it really be so bad if he tickles me again? I coped with it the first time." Then she came to her scences and realized she was almost at another wall and quickly turned and again changed direction. Her captor saw that she was distracted however and cornered her before she got away, bringing his hand down on her shoulder.
"Tag," he grinned, "that's one to me."
Melanie panicked and somehow managed to dodge around him and run again, her legs feeling stronger at this new determination she suddenly felt, knowing two more strikes and she was out.

He had to speed up to close the gap between them and speed up he did. When he tagged her again, on the back this time, Melanie found one last burst of speed and used all the space she could, and every inch of the room, diving in all the corners and just as quickly out again. Zig zaging down the length of the room trying to confuse him. But he kept up with her well and was finaly able to tag her for the fatal last time.
He grinned and caught his breath before he said,
"I told you I never loose."
"No, wait...... AHHHH!" screeched Melanie as he scooped her up in his muscular arms and carried her back to the bed.
She tried to struggle as he attempted to lie her down.
She strained her arms against his so hard it almost hurt, she pushed against his hands as he wrestled her down,
grabbed her tiny wrists in his big muscular hands and pinned her arms over her head, strapping them in place.

When her ankles were strapped, her laughter rang around the room once more as he spidered his fingers all over her body.
After an hour of her screaming laughter ringing in his ears, Melanie's new captor stopped. She panted and gasped for the much needed oxygen, sweat and tears running down her face. When he came back, she realized he was holding something but couldnt see what it was from her position.
She soon found out when he came to her head with a towell and wipped her face.
"Master was right, you are headstrong little one," he said, "but now I will try something that may make you squirm some more."
"More?" she thought, "what else could he possibly do?"
Her question was answeared when he reaveled that with the towell,
he had been carrying the one thing Melanie could not stand to wear when being tickled.
"Oh please, dont. Please dont put those on me I beg you!" she pleaded.
"Sorry little one, Master's orders," he replied, and slipped onto Melanie's feet the silkiest nylons she had ever felt.

Her screaming decible level reached new heights as he took a comb from his pocket and mercilessly raked it up and down her soles.
After twenty minutes, Melanie was begging for mercy inbetween her screaming laughter, and all he said was, "only if you say yes."
After half an hour he mercifuly stopped and Melanie lay there panting and gasping for breath.
"Time to move to the next phase," he said, and went off to get something. When he came back, he had in his hand a make up brush.
"No, please," cried Melanie, "not my toes again."
"I do love it when a woman begs for mercy," he smiled, "but rest assured this is going no where near your feet."
"Thank God," she began, "I- oooohhh! ooooh nooo please, not there!"
Melanie panicked. She already loved to be tickled and she would never admit it but being so helpless had always been a turn on. Now he had pulled off her nylons and was teasing her clit with the makeup brush,
she was sure it wouldnt be long before she would be begging to be the Master's tickle slave.
And just when she thought it couldnt get any worse, he withdrew the brush and began teasing her clit with his tounge.

After about ten minutes she was almost on the edge and she groaned as he withdrew and said, "you see where this is going? I will tease your clit with my tounge and the brush, and continue to bring you to the edge over and over and over again, until you agree to Master's wishes. Only if and when you agree, you will be granted realese."
Having her worst fear confirmed, all Melanie could do was try to block out how sensitive she was between her legs while she was brought to the edge of orgasam over and over again as promised.
When he drew his head up as Melanie was brought to the edge yet again, he looked upon her sweaty face and saw the look of frustration mixed with desperation in her eyes.
"Come now little one," he said, cleaning her face again, "you have been strong so far but it's only a matter of time. I can already feel your resistance getting weaker under my tounge.
And I have no where else to be, I could keep this up all day if I needed to.
That was only the fourth time. You remember Sarah from earlier?
I brought her to the edge 10 times before she finaly begged for realese.
I dont want to have to put you through that but if I need to, I will."

But little did he know that as he was talking, the throbbing between her legs was subsiding. If I can keep this sadist's assistant talking, she thought, I could shake the feeling all together. It's all in how long he talks for.
"But the Master is better at this than I," he continued, "maybe he would get you to crack sooner."
"Wait!" she cried, desperatly thinking of something to say to keep this guy talking, "why does your master do this to women?"
"Tickle torture?" he asked, "well, he's always had a tickle fetish and his wife used to love to be tickled by him.
She would always beg for more, never took breaks until she was in tears. They loved eachother so much, every time they looked at eachother you could see the devotion in theire eyes.
Sounds corny I know but it's true. They never once looked at anyone else the way they looked at eachother."
"So why did he stop tickling her?" asked Melanie, not sure her concern was all that fake like she intended it to be.
"They went for a drive one night. It was December, almost christmas and the roads were icey. After he had lost her, he was devestated. He took everything out of the house that reminded him of her, locked himself away and said he never wanted to hear
laughter again because it wouldnt be her's."
Melanie jumped sudenly as the origanal voice known only as the Master cut across the room once more.

"Vinny! I told you to stop telling the victims my story!" he scolded.
"Wait," said Melanie, "why all the laughter again now?"
"Well," continued the Master, somewhat reluctantly,
"one day I was watching TV, and I switched to the commedy station, I dont know what made me do it,
I was thinking of my wife at the time. Anyway I was about to switch back to the other station when I heard a woman laugh. My heart almost stopped, she sounded just like my wife had done.
Of course I knew t was impossible but that's when I realized I had to hear laughter again. So I called some escort services and tickled them as I tickled my wife. Most of them couldnt handle what I dished out and were begging within 10 or 20 minutes. This wasnt nearly enough, Bella could have easily gone an hour without a break and we would both adore every second.
When I couldnt get anywhere with being merciful and giving these girls breaks,
I started to introduce interrigation scenes, just an excuse for tickle torture.
They would scream and beg for mercy, call me every unpleasent name under the sun but something in my brain just snapped and I couldnt stop. Then Vinny helped me to find this place. He wasnt happy with the whole torture thing but I pay him well for his help. So
then the girls from the escort service come in as I call them, get strapped down and well, you know the rest."

"How long ago did you loose Bella?" asked Melanie.
"Five years now," cut in Vinny, "five years we've been working at this and still no one can live up to her standards."
"no one ever could," said the Master, tears in his eyes, "Vinny, let her up. Give her back her clothes and just let her out of this Hell hole. Melanie, I'm so sorry for everything we've put you through."
"What?" she replied, shocked, "I'm free to go?"
"Yes," he said, "so long as we have your word you wont call the police."
"Of course, you have my word. Before I go, could I ask Vinny a favour? I didnt like either of you at first but that tounge of his is very talented."

"Oh, right," said Vinny, comming up to the bed again, "no problem."
After she had finaly been granted realese, Melanie was cleaned up, untied and given back her clothes. As she climbed into the back of Vinny's car, she was a little bewildered that she was free but relieved at the same time.
When she got home, she leaned into the window.
"Thanks for the ride," she said.
"Least I could do," said Vinny, "I'm so sorry."
"I did hate you both to start with and I was terrified, but when your partner explained I understood."
"Thanks Melanie," said Vinny, "I better get back to work."
"Ok," she said, not about to argue, "take care of eachother."
"We always do," he smiled, "you take care of that husband, he's very lucky to have you."
"Thankyou, I'm lucky to have him too."
She waved as he drove down the street, turned the corner, and vanished from veiw.

A week later, Melanie picked up her paper and almost dropped it again in shock. The headline read
Opened today, the Vin Deisel snr mental hospital for the clinicaly insane.
It was reported today that last night, father of hollywood movie star Vin Deisel died in his sleep. It i reported his son was with him and gave this statment.
"My dad was a great man. The anniversary of my mom's death was last week and they were so devoted to eachother. I think dad just died of a broken heart."
Mr Deisel's funeral will be held next week.

Ok so needless to say this is all total fiction (sorry Izzy 😉)
so not all the facts are gonna measure up, if any of em lol.
feedback would, as always, be appriciated. And yes, I know my paragraph control can suck at times, sorry bout that.
Bug 🙂

 

[melanie2]

I loved it buggs...it was fantastic..thank you so much for thinking about writing a story for me...mmm in only i could have Vin tickle me like that...mmmm you rock hon...it was a great story..

 

[ticklebug101]

WOOHOO! We have the seal of approval from her Izzyness!
Thanks beautiful xoxo

 

[tickle_fan031]

I just love how you post some of the story to keep us wanting more in order to find out their fate and when you post the final part you do not disappoint. :cool

 

[ticklebug101]

Awww thanks fan 03, I'm still working on my new master peice so stay tuned 🙂