Dr TickleNapper
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Luscious Lindsey, with her sun-kissed legs that seemed to go on for miles, was a familiar sight at the local coffee shop. Her short denim shorts and tank tops were a favorite among the regulars, but she wore them more for comfort and practicality than to show off her assets. She needed the money from her job badly; college tuition wasn't going to pay for itself, and her savings were dwindling fast.
One day, an older man, probably in his late fifties, with a slight paunch and a friendly smile, approached her during her shift. He was a regular, always ordering the same black coffee, and always tipping generously. Today, however, he had something more than a coffee order on his mind.
"Lindsey, right?" he started, leaning against the counter. "I've seen you around, and I know you're a hard worker. I also know that you could use some extra cash for school."
Lindsey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, yeah? And how would you know that?"
He smiled, unphased. "Small town, word gets around. I have a proposition for you, something that could make you a lot of money, a lot faster than pouring coffees."
He slid a piece of paper across the counter; a number scribbled on it. "Give me a call when you're off work. We can discuss the details then."
Lindsey looked at the number, then back at the man, a mix of curiosity and caution in her eyes. "Okay, I'll think about it," she said, tucking the number into her apron pocket.
As the day wore on, Lindsey found herself stealing glances at the number, her mind racing with possibilities. She needed the money, that was for sure. But what was he offering? And at what cost? She decided she would call him, if only to hear him out. What was the worst that could happen?
A few days passed before Luscious Lindsey mustered the courage to text the number the older man had given her. She was nervous, but her need for money won out over her hesitation. She typed out a simple message: "Hi, it's Lindsey from the coffee shop. You said you had a job for me?"
The man replied promptly, "Hello Lindsey, I'm glad you got in touch. I do have a job for you, but it's a bit unusual. Are you willing to listen?"
Lindsey took a deep breath and responded, "Yeah, I'm listening."
The man continued, "I've noticed you and your friend Kristin together. I must admit, I've taken a liking to both of you, especially your legs. I have a strange request. If you can lure Kristin to a secret location, I will make sure you are well compensated. There will be others there and she will be rendered helpless, but you will be able to watch. You just can't help her."
Lindsey's heart pounded in her chest as she read the message. This was not what she had expected. She replied, "You want me to set up Kristin? And you want me to watch? What do you mean by 'rendered helpless'?"
The man took his time responding, "I mean that she won't be able to move or escape. You will be safe and unharmed, and you will earn a significant amount of money. Think about it, Lindsey. I'll be waiting for your response."
Lindsey stared at the message, her mind racing. The offer was tempting, and the amount of money he proposed could change her life. She thought about her tuition, her rent, and the never-ending list of expenses. The money would solve so many of her problems. She took a deep breath and made her decision.
She texted Kristin, "Hey girl, I've got a crazy idea! Let's meet up tonight and go to that new bar downtown. Wear something leggy and fun, let's show off those gams and tummies! My treat."
Kristin replied enthusiastically, "Hell yeah! I'm in. You know I love to dress up. What time?"
Lindsey smiled to herself, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "How about 9 PM? Meet me at the entrance."
Kristin agreed, and Lindsey sent a final text to the older man, "I'll do it. 9 PM at the bar downtown. Kristin will be there, and she'll be wearing something that shows off her legs."
The man responded quickly, "Excellent. I'll be in touch with the final details. You've made the right choice, Lindsey."
As the day wore on, Lindsey tried to push aside the nagging feeling of unease in the pit of her stomach. She told herself that everything would be fine, that Kristin would be safe, and that the money would be worth it. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing with fire.
Luscious Lindsey and Kristin dressed to impress, their outfits designed to showcase their best features. Lindsey wore a pair of extremely short, low-cut denim shorts that barely covered her thighs, hugging her curves and accentuating her long, toned legs. Her top was a sleeveless, form-fitting crop top that exposed her midriff, showing off her taut tummy and navel. The crop top was tight and cut just below her bust, providing a sexy and provocative look that turned heads wherever she went 1,2,3
Kristin, similarly, opted for a pair of booty shorts that were light-green and extremely short, ensuring her legs were the center of attention. She paired these with a figure-hugging white crop top that left little to the imagination, teasing her midriff and accentuating her hourglass figure. Their outfits were designed to be eye-catching and provocative, perfect for turning heads and ensuring they stood out in any crowd 4
As they arrived at the designated meeting point, the men were already there, their eyes appreciatively taking in the sight of the two scantily clad women. One of the men, an older gentleman with a slick smile, stepped forward and handed them each a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. "You two look stunning," he commented, his eyes lingering on their exposed skin. "Meet us at this location in an hour. It's a secluded building on the outskirts of town. You won't be disturbed there."
Lindsey and Kristin exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and nervousness in their eyes. They nodded in agreement, taking the pieces of paper and tucking them into their pockets. As the men drove off, Lindsey turned to Kristin, a determined look on her face. "Let's do this," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "We're going to make some serious money tonight."
They made their way to the secluded building, a large, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The location was perfect for privacy, with no nearby houses or businesses to interrupt whatever plans the men had in store. As they approached the warehouse, they could see the men's cars already parked outside, a sign that they had arrived early. Lindsey and Kristin took a deep breath, steeling themselves for what was to come, and stepped inside, ready to face whatever awaited them.
As they walked towards the secluded building, Kristin grew increasingly nervous. She turned to Lindsey, her voice trembling slightly, "Lindsey, are you sure about this? I mean, we don't really know what we're getting into, and this guy... he's kind of creepy."
Lindsey put on a reassuring smile, but her own nerves were evident in her voice. "It'll be fine, Kristin. He said it's a lot of money, and we both know we could use it. Just think of it as a... performance. We go in, do what we have to, and then we leave with a lot of cash. It's a win-win."
Kristin bit her lip, still uncertain. "But what do we have to do exactly? He wasn't very specific, and that makes me uneasy. I mean, if it's just about showing off our legs and having a good time, then sure, but if there's more to it..."
Lindsey coaxed her further, "Come on, Kristin. Where's your sense of adventure? We're young, we're hot, and we can make some serious money. Who cares if it's a bit weird? We'll be fine. Trust me."
Kristin took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Okay, okay. Let's just get this over with. But if things get too weird, I'm out of there."
They finally entered the building, a large, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving them in a dimly lit, cavernous room. The echo of the slamming door reverberated through the empty space, sending a shiver down their spines. The men were already there, their figures lurking in the shadows, watching them with eager eyes. Lindsey and Kristin stood there, their hearts pounding, as the reality of their situation began to sink in.
As Lindsey and Kristin entered the large, secluded building, they were greeted by a surreal and unsettling sight. There were 12 older men, their faces a mix of anticipation and eagerness, standing in a semi-circle around an arched table placed ominously in the middle of the room. The table was adorned with straps and restraints, their purpose clear and chilling. On the floor, about four feet apart, were two sets of painted footprints, each with leather wrist cuffs hanging down, ready to be used.
The men divided into two groups, each group approaching one of the women. Lindsey was quickly but firmly taken by her group. They positioned her standing on the footprints, her arms were raised and secured overhead with the straps, and her ankles were bound to the wide footprints, ensuring she couldn't move. She was posed and cuffed, her body on display, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline.
Kristin, meanwhile, tried to resist as her group rushed her. She struggled, her eyes wide with panic, but their grip was firm. They overpowered her, slowly and methodically strapping her down to the arched table. Her wrists and ankles were secured with the straps, her struggles growing weaker as the reality of her situation set in. She was immobilized, her body stretched out and vulnerable, as the men began to circle the table, their intentions clear but unsaid.
As Lindsey and Kristin were secured and immobilized, the men began to circle them, their intentions clear in their leering eyes. Comments started to fly, and the men didn't hold back their appreciative remarks.
"Nice legs, Kristin. Those shorts really show them off," one man commented, his voice thick with desire.
Another chimed in, "And that tummy, Lindsey. Smooth and toned. You've got a great body."
Kristin, now fully realizing the situation, cried out to Lindsey, "What the fuck is going on, Lindsey? What did you get us into?"
Lindsey, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and apology, replied, "I'm sorry, Kristin. I didn't know it would go this far. I thought it was just going to be a bit of fun, a bit of money. I'm so sorry."
The men's intentions became increasingly clear as they continued to circle the women, their eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. They were there to satisfy their own desires, and Lindsey and Kristin were the objects of their twisted pleasure. The straps and cuffs ensured that the women couldn't escape, couldn't fight back, and were completely at the mercy of these men and their dark intentions.
The men informed Lindsey that she would indeed have to watch as they subjected Kristin to a tickling session, a twisted form of entertainment for them. "You're going to stand there and watch every second of it," one of them said, a sickening grin spreading across his face. "Kristin is going to be our entertainment for the evening, and you get to enjoy the show."
Kristin, now fully realizing the horror of her situation, started to scream and struggle against her restraints. "What the fuck is going on, Lindsey? You said this was going to be fun! You said we'd make some money!" Her voice was filled with panic and betrayal.
Lindsey, her voice shaking, tried to apologize. "I'm sorry, Kristin. I didn't know it would be like this. I thought it was just going to be a bit of fun, a bit of money. I'm so sorry."
The men, however, were unmoved by Kristin's pleas and Lindsey's apologies. "It's too late for sorries now," one of them said, his voice cold. "You're both here, and you're both going to participate in our little game."
A cart was rolled in, equipped with various gags and other tools designed to enhance their sickening pleasure. The men began to prepare, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They planned on a tickle party, but one that would leave Kristin helpless and humiliated, her body exposed and vulnerable to their every whim. Lindsey was forced to watch, her horror growing with each passing moment as she realized the full extent of what she had gotten them into.
Kristin's attire left little to the imagination, accentuating her most attractive features. She wore a pair of extremely short, light-green booty shorts that barely covered her thighs, hugging her curves and accentuating her long, toned legs. Her top was a sleeveless, figure-hugging white crop top that exposed her midriff, showing off her taut tummy and navel. The crop top was tight and cut just below her bust, providing a sexy and provocative look that turned heads wherever she went. Her outfit was designed to be eye-catching and provocative, perfect for turning heads and ensuring she stood out in any crowd. Her sneakers were simple and white, completing the outfit with a casual touch.
The men circled her, their eyes roaming over her exposed skin, commenting on her appearance with leering appreciation.
"Those shorts are something else," one man muttered, his voice thick with desire. "And that tummy, smooth as silk."
Another man ran a hand through his hair, his eyes fixed on Kristin's midriff. "She's a fine specimen, isn't she? But she needs to be quieted down. We can't have her screaming and ruining our fun."
They conferred briefly, deciding on a course of action. "We'll use the ball gag," one of them suggested, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "It'll keep her quiet and give us plenty of access to that pretty mouth of hers."
They retrieved a ball gag from the cart, a sinister-looking device designed to muffle her screams and keep her from speaking. As they secured it around her head, Kristin's eyes widened in terror, and she let out a muffled scream, her struggles growing more desperate.
The cart was a sickening array of tickle tools, each designed to elicit laughter, squirming, and ultimate humiliation. Among the items prepared were:
• Feather Dusters: Soft and gentle, perfect for teasing and tickling sensitive areas.
• Tickle Ticklers: Long, flexible tools with soft bristles, ideal for reaching those hard-to-tickle spots.
• Blow Pipes: Used to blow air gently but persistently, causing uncontrollable laughter.
• Soft Brushes: Small, soft-bristled brushes for precise and relentless tickling.
• Synthetic Fur Gloves: Gloves covered in soft, synthetic fur, perfect for full-body tickle sessions.
The men selected their tools with glee, their eyes shining with anticipation as they prepared to subject Kristin to a night of unending tickling and humiliation. Lindsey watched in horror, her own struggles growing weaker as the reality of their situation sank in.
Four of the men approached Lindsey, their movements slow and deliberate as they began to take liberties with her body. Their hands roamed over her legs, caressing and squeezing, taking advantage of her exposed skin. They started at her thighs, their fingers digging in slightly as they squeezed, before moving down to her calves, tracing the muscles with a mix of appreciation and ownership. Lindsey could feel their rough hands on her smooth skin, and she shivered in a mix of disgust and fear.
One man knelt down, his hands starting at her ankles and slowly moving up, caressing every inch of her leg. He looked up at her, a sickening smile on his face, as his hands reached her thighs, squeezing gently but firmly. Another man stood behind her, his hands starting at her shoulders and slowly moving down, tracing the curves of her body before settling on her hips, pulling her against him so she could feel his arousal.
The other eight men gathered around Kristin, their eyes gleaming with malice and excitement as they began their tickle party. They started gently, using feather dusters to tease and tickle her exposed skin. They ran the feathers lightly over her arms, her stomach, and her inner thighs, eliciting squirming and laughter from Kristin despite her best efforts to hold it in. Her body twisted and turned, trying to escape the relentless tickling, but the straps held her firm.
As Kristin's struggles grew more desperate, the men increased the intensity, bringing out the tickle ticklers and blow pipes. They took turns blowing air onto her skin, causing her to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. The synthetic fur gloves were used to tickle her sides and stomach, the soft fur driving her wild with laughter and desperation. Her muffled screams and laughter filled the room, a symphony of humiliation and pleasure for the men.
Lindsey watched in horror as her friend was subjected to this torture. She could feel the men's hands on her own body, their touches becoming more bold and invasive. She tried to focus on Kristin, to will her strength, but her own struggles were becoming harder to bear. The men caressing her were taking their time, enjoying every moment of her discomfort and the power they held over her.
As the tickle party on Kristin reached a fever pitch, the men surrounding her took a moment to admire their handiwork, her body squirming and twisting as she tried in vain to escape their relentless torment. They knew that her feet were particularly sensitive, and they were eager to exploit this weakness. Two of the men approached her, their eyes locked onto her white tennis shoes, and began to slowly remove them, taking their time to draw out her anticipation and dread.
Kristin's muffled screams and pleas for mercy were barely intelligible through the ball gag, but her terror was clear. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Please, no! Not my feet!" she tried to scream, her eyes wide with panic as she shook her head vigorously from side to side.
The men ignored her pleas, their grins widening as they finally pulled off her shoes and socks, exposing her bare feet. They took a moment to admire their vulnerability, their toes curling and uncurling nervously as Kristin tried to pull her feet away, to no avail.
One of the men held up a ring gag, a cruel and effective tool designed to hold the mouth open wide and expose the teeth and tongue. "Let's give her something more appropriate to wear," he said, his voice laced with malice as he approached Kristin. He removed the ball gag, and before she could let out a proper scream, he forced the ring gag into her mouth, stretching her jaws wide and holding them open. Kristin's eyes filled with tears as she tried to scream, but all that came out was a garbled, desperate plea for mercy.
With her mouth held open wide, the men took turns inserting their fingers, teasing and tormenting her tongue and gums. They laughed and joked as Kristin squirmed and tried to pull away, her body convulsing with a mix of disgust and desperation. Her feet, meanwhile, were not forgotten. The other men brought out soft brushes and feather dusters, using them to tickle the soles of her feet, her heels, and the spaces between her toes. Kristin's body bucked and twisted, her toes curling tightly as she tried to escape the relentless tickling, but the straps held her firm, ensuring that she could not move more than an inch or two in any direction.
The combination of the ring gag and the foot tickling was too much for Kristin to bear. Her body shook with laughter and tears, her mind a whirl of humiliation and despair as she endured the men's twisted pleasure.
As Lindsey watched the men torment Kristin, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused despite the circumstances. The sight of Kristin's struggles, the sound of her muffled screams, and the sheer intensity of the tickle party began to stir something within her. Her body responded in ways she hadn't anticipated.
Lindsey's nipples began to harden, reacting to the stimulation of her senses. The cool air of the warehouse and the adrenaline coursing through her veins caused her nipples to erect, pressing against the thin fabric of her crop top. The men caressing her legs noticed the change, their eyes lingering on her chest as they continued their exploration of her body. They exchanged knowing glances, their grins widening as they realized the effect their actions were having on both women.
The moistening of her loins was a more private response, but no less intense. Lindsey could feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding to the erotic charge in the room. The combination of fear, excitement, and the sheer intensity of the situation was intoxicating, and her body reacted accordingly. She shifted slightly, trying to relieve the growing pressure, but the men holding her noticed and tightened their grip, ensuring she couldn't move more than an inch or two.
The men's hands on her legs became more bold, their touches more insistent as they sensed her arousal. They took their time, enjoying every moment of her discomfort and the power they held over her. Lindsey's breath hitched as one of the men leaned in, his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? I can see it in your body's response."
Lindsey didn't respond, but her body's reactions spoke volumes. The hardening of her nipples and the moistening of her loins were clear signs of her arousal, despite the circumstances. The men continued their torment, their touches becoming more invasive as they explored every inch of her exposed skin, their eyes never leaving her body, drinking in the sight of her responses.
Lindsey's gaze was drawn to Kristin's body, stretched out and vulnerable on the arched table. Kristin's arms were pulled taut overhead, her elbows and wrists secured tightly with straps, forcing her to arch her back slightly, pushing her chest out and making her torso even more exposed and vulnerable. Her tennis-toned legs were spread wide apart, also strapped down at the ankles and knees, ensuring she couldn't close them or escape the relentless tickling. The position caused her short shorts to ride up, exposing more of her thighs and the swelling of her lips, a sight that was both erotic and humiliating.
Lindsey's eyes roamed over Kristin's body, taking in every detail. She could see the rise and fall of Kristin's chest as she struggled to breathe through the ring gag, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of her crop top. The sight of her friend's exposed and vulnerable body sent a shiver down Lindsey's spine, and she felt a fresh wave of moisture between her own legs.
The men holding Lindsey sensed her heightened arousal and took advantage of it. Their hands, which had been gently caressing her thighs, began to move higher, their fingers dancing under the hem of her shorts. Lindsey gasped as she felt their fingers gently tease her lips, already swollen and sensitive. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body responding eagerly to their touch.
"You're so wet, Lindsey," one of the men murmured, his voice low and husky. "I can feel how much you're enjoying this." His fingers continued to dance and tease, dipping just slightly inside her, making her hips buck and her breath hitch. The other men watched, their eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation as they continued to caress her legs, their touches becoming more insistent and demanding.
Lindsey's body was on fire, her loins throbbing with need as the men's fingers worked their magic. She couldn't take her eyes off Kristin, whose body was writhing and twisting on the table as the other men continued their tickle party. The combination of visual stimulation and physical pleasure was overwhelming, and Lindsey could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing and coiling as she approached the precipice. The men could sense it too, their touches becoming more insistent, more demanding, as they brought her closer and closer to the edge.
As Lindsey's arousal grew, so did her confusion and betrayal. She had trusted the older man, had believed his promises of easy money, and now she was paying the price. Her body was responding in ways she couldn't control, but her mind was a whirl of emotions, chief among them a sense of deep betrayal.
"You fucking asshole," she muttered under her breath, directing her words at the older man who had orchestrated this whole sickening scenario. "You said this would be easy. You said we'd be safe."
Kristin continued to writhe and squirm on the table, her body convulsing with laughter and desperation as the men took turns tickling her with feather dusters and soft brushes. Her muffled screams and pleas for mercy filled the air, a stark contrast to the quiet determination in Lindsey's voice as she struggled with her own emotions.
The men holding Lindsey paid no heed to her words, their focus solely on the pleasure they were deriving from her body. Their fingers danced along the waistband of her shorts, teasing and tormenting her as they slowly inched their way lower. Lindsey's breath hitched as she felt their fingers dip beneath the fabric, their touches light and feathery as they explored her most intimate areas.
"You're so wet for us, Lindsey," one of the men murmured, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Your body is begging for more."
Their fingers continued to dance and tease, tracing the contours of her lips, dipping just slightly inside her, making her hips buck and her breath come in short, sharp gasps. Lindsey's body was on fire, her loins throbbing with need as the men's fingers worked their magic. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing and coiling as she approached the precipice.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, don't stop."
The men chuckled, their fingers moving faster, their touches becoming more insistent, more demanding, as they brought her closer and closer to the edge. They knew they had her right where they wanted her, and they were going to make the most of it.
Lindsey's arousal intensified as she watched Kristin's body squirm and twist on the table, the tickle party showing no signs of abating. The sight of her friend's exposed and vulnerable form, the way her body responded to the relentless tickling, and the sounds of her muffled laughter and pleas for mercy all combined to create a heady mix of excitement and desire within Lindsey. She felt a deep, primal heat spreading through her, centering in her loins, making her wetter and more sensitive with each passing moment.
Kristin's own body was responding in ways she couldn't control. Despite the humiliation and the discomfort, her body was betraying her, moistening in response to the sensory overload. The men noticed, their grins widening as they saw the evidence of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs. They exchanged knowing looks, their plans for her becoming more explicit and degrading.
"Look at her, Lindsey," one of the men holding her said, his voice a low growl. "She's loving this as much as you are. Isn't that right, Kristin?"
Kristin couldn't respond coherently through the ring gag, but her body's reactions spoke volumes. Her nipples were hard and erect, her chest heaving with each desperate breath, and her loins were glistening with her unwanted arousal. The men took this as a sign to escalate their actions, their intentions clear and cruel.
They were about to subject Kristin to a new level of torment, one that would push her boundaries and exploit her vulnerabilities. One of the men produced a small, vibrating device from the cart, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he turned it on, the low hum filling the room. Another man brought out a set of clamps, their metal teeth glinting menacingly in the dim light.
"Time to up the ante," the man with the vibrator said, his voice laced with malice. "Let's see how she likes this."
They approached Kristin, their movements deliberate and slow, savoring the anticipation and fear in her eyes. The man with the clamps leaned down, his breath hot on her skin as he attached the clamps to her nipples, the metal biting into her sensitive flesh, eliciting a sharp cry of pain and surprise from deep within her throat. The other man, meanwhile, positioned the vibrator at the apex of her thighs, the buzzing device pressing against her most intimate area, sending shocks of pleasure and confusion through her body.
Lindsey watched, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt her own climax building, her body tensing and coiling in response to the erotic charge in the room and the relentless stimulation of her own senses. The men holding her continued to tease and torment her, their fingers dancing and dipping, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
With Kristin secured and helpless on the arched table, the men turned their attention to her mouth and tongue, using the ring gag to their full advantage. They took turns inserting their fingers, teasing and tormenting her tongue, gums, and the inside of her cheeks. They explored every inch of her mouth, their touches ranging from gentle caresses to firm prodding, ensuring that she was fully aware of their presence and control. Kristin's eyes watered as she tried to pull away, her body squirming and twisting in a futile attempt to escape their invasive exploration. Her muffled screams and pleas for mercy were barely intelligible through the ring gag, but her distress was palpable.
As the men continued their relentless tickle party and oral torment, both Lindsey and Kristin began to cry, their emotions a mix of overwhelming stimulation, humiliation, and the impending release of their orgasms. The combination of physical pleasure and emotional turmoil was too much to bear, and their bodies responded with tears streaming down their faces.
"Please, don't stop," Lindsey whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion as she felt her orgasm building, her body tensing and coiling with anticipation. Kristin, despite her muffled protests, was also approaching her climax, her body betraying her with involuntary moistening and involuntary muscle contractions that signaled her impending release.
The men, sensing that both women were on the brink, increased the intensity of their actions. They used their fingers, tongues, and various tools to bring Lindsey and Kristin to the edge of ecstasy, their touches becoming more insistent and demanding. They knew they had both women right where they wanted them, and they were going to make the most of it.
With a final, shuddering cry, Lindsey reached her climax, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Kristin, not to be outdone, followed soon after, her muffled screams of pleasure and pain filling the room as she too succumbed to the relentless stimulation. Their orgasms were intense and overwhelming, leaving them both breathless and spent.
As suddenly as it had begun, the men untied Lindsey's arms, their work done. They swiftly left the warehouse, leaving the two women alone in the aftermath of their shared experience. Lindsey and Kristin were left to deal with the consequences of their actions, their bodies still trembling with the residual effects of their orgasms and the emotional turmoil that accompanied them.
One day, an older man, probably in his late fifties, with a slight paunch and a friendly smile, approached her during her shift. He was a regular, always ordering the same black coffee, and always tipping generously. Today, however, he had something more than a coffee order on his mind.
"Lindsey, right?" he started, leaning against the counter. "I've seen you around, and I know you're a hard worker. I also know that you could use some extra cash for school."
Lindsey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, yeah? And how would you know that?"
He smiled, unphased. "Small town, word gets around. I have a proposition for you, something that could make you a lot of money, a lot faster than pouring coffees."
He slid a piece of paper across the counter; a number scribbled on it. "Give me a call when you're off work. We can discuss the details then."
Lindsey looked at the number, then back at the man, a mix of curiosity and caution in her eyes. "Okay, I'll think about it," she said, tucking the number into her apron pocket.
As the day wore on, Lindsey found herself stealing glances at the number, her mind racing with possibilities. She needed the money, that was for sure. But what was he offering? And at what cost? She decided she would call him, if only to hear him out. What was the worst that could happen?
A few days passed before Luscious Lindsey mustered the courage to text the number the older man had given her. She was nervous, but her need for money won out over her hesitation. She typed out a simple message: "Hi, it's Lindsey from the coffee shop. You said you had a job for me?"
The man replied promptly, "Hello Lindsey, I'm glad you got in touch. I do have a job for you, but it's a bit unusual. Are you willing to listen?"
Lindsey took a deep breath and responded, "Yeah, I'm listening."
The man continued, "I've noticed you and your friend Kristin together. I must admit, I've taken a liking to both of you, especially your legs. I have a strange request. If you can lure Kristin to a secret location, I will make sure you are well compensated. There will be others there and she will be rendered helpless, but you will be able to watch. You just can't help her."
Lindsey's heart pounded in her chest as she read the message. This was not what she had expected. She replied, "You want me to set up Kristin? And you want me to watch? What do you mean by 'rendered helpless'?"
The man took his time responding, "I mean that she won't be able to move or escape. You will be safe and unharmed, and you will earn a significant amount of money. Think about it, Lindsey. I'll be waiting for your response."
Lindsey stared at the message, her mind racing. The offer was tempting, and the amount of money he proposed could change her life. She thought about her tuition, her rent, and the never-ending list of expenses. The money would solve so many of her problems. She took a deep breath and made her decision.
She texted Kristin, "Hey girl, I've got a crazy idea! Let's meet up tonight and go to that new bar downtown. Wear something leggy and fun, let's show off those gams and tummies! My treat."
Kristin replied enthusiastically, "Hell yeah! I'm in. You know I love to dress up. What time?"
Lindsey smiled to herself, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "How about 9 PM? Meet me at the entrance."
Kristin agreed, and Lindsey sent a final text to the older man, "I'll do it. 9 PM at the bar downtown. Kristin will be there, and she'll be wearing something that shows off her legs."
The man responded quickly, "Excellent. I'll be in touch with the final details. You've made the right choice, Lindsey."
As the day wore on, Lindsey tried to push aside the nagging feeling of unease in the pit of her stomach. She told herself that everything would be fine, that Kristin would be safe, and that the money would be worth it. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing with fire.
Luscious Lindsey and Kristin dressed to impress, their outfits designed to showcase their best features. Lindsey wore a pair of extremely short, low-cut denim shorts that barely covered her thighs, hugging her curves and accentuating her long, toned legs. Her top was a sleeveless, form-fitting crop top that exposed her midriff, showing off her taut tummy and navel. The crop top was tight and cut just below her bust, providing a sexy and provocative look that turned heads wherever she went 1,2,3
Kristin, similarly, opted for a pair of booty shorts that were light-green and extremely short, ensuring her legs were the center of attention. She paired these with a figure-hugging white crop top that left little to the imagination, teasing her midriff and accentuating her hourglass figure. Their outfits were designed to be eye-catching and provocative, perfect for turning heads and ensuring they stood out in any crowd 4
As they arrived at the designated meeting point, the men were already there, their eyes appreciatively taking in the sight of the two scantily clad women. One of the men, an older gentleman with a slick smile, stepped forward and handed them each a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. "You two look stunning," he commented, his eyes lingering on their exposed skin. "Meet us at this location in an hour. It's a secluded building on the outskirts of town. You won't be disturbed there."
Lindsey and Kristin exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and nervousness in their eyes. They nodded in agreement, taking the pieces of paper and tucking them into their pockets. As the men drove off, Lindsey turned to Kristin, a determined look on her face. "Let's do this," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "We're going to make some serious money tonight."
They made their way to the secluded building, a large, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The location was perfect for privacy, with no nearby houses or businesses to interrupt whatever plans the men had in store. As they approached the warehouse, they could see the men's cars already parked outside, a sign that they had arrived early. Lindsey and Kristin took a deep breath, steeling themselves for what was to come, and stepped inside, ready to face whatever awaited them.
As they walked towards the secluded building, Kristin grew increasingly nervous. She turned to Lindsey, her voice trembling slightly, "Lindsey, are you sure about this? I mean, we don't really know what we're getting into, and this guy... he's kind of creepy."
Lindsey put on a reassuring smile, but her own nerves were evident in her voice. "It'll be fine, Kristin. He said it's a lot of money, and we both know we could use it. Just think of it as a... performance. We go in, do what we have to, and then we leave with a lot of cash. It's a win-win."
Kristin bit her lip, still uncertain. "But what do we have to do exactly? He wasn't very specific, and that makes me uneasy. I mean, if it's just about showing off our legs and having a good time, then sure, but if there's more to it..."
Lindsey coaxed her further, "Come on, Kristin. Where's your sense of adventure? We're young, we're hot, and we can make some serious money. Who cares if it's a bit weird? We'll be fine. Trust me."
Kristin took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Okay, okay. Let's just get this over with. But if things get too weird, I'm out of there."
They finally entered the building, a large, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving them in a dimly lit, cavernous room. The echo of the slamming door reverberated through the empty space, sending a shiver down their spines. The men were already there, their figures lurking in the shadows, watching them with eager eyes. Lindsey and Kristin stood there, their hearts pounding, as the reality of their situation began to sink in.
As Lindsey and Kristin entered the large, secluded building, they were greeted by a surreal and unsettling sight. There were 12 older men, their faces a mix of anticipation and eagerness, standing in a semi-circle around an arched table placed ominously in the middle of the room. The table was adorned with straps and restraints, their purpose clear and chilling. On the floor, about four feet apart, were two sets of painted footprints, each with leather wrist cuffs hanging down, ready to be used.
The men divided into two groups, each group approaching one of the women. Lindsey was quickly but firmly taken by her group. They positioned her standing on the footprints, her arms were raised and secured overhead with the straps, and her ankles were bound to the wide footprints, ensuring she couldn't move. She was posed and cuffed, her body on display, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline.
Kristin, meanwhile, tried to resist as her group rushed her. She struggled, her eyes wide with panic, but their grip was firm. They overpowered her, slowly and methodically strapping her down to the arched table. Her wrists and ankles were secured with the straps, her struggles growing weaker as the reality of her situation set in. She was immobilized, her body stretched out and vulnerable, as the men began to circle the table, their intentions clear but unsaid.
As Lindsey and Kristin were secured and immobilized, the men began to circle them, their intentions clear in their leering eyes. Comments started to fly, and the men didn't hold back their appreciative remarks.
"Nice legs, Kristin. Those shorts really show them off," one man commented, his voice thick with desire.
Another chimed in, "And that tummy, Lindsey. Smooth and toned. You've got a great body."
Kristin, now fully realizing the situation, cried out to Lindsey, "What the fuck is going on, Lindsey? What did you get us into?"
Lindsey, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and apology, replied, "I'm sorry, Kristin. I didn't know it would go this far. I thought it was just going to be a bit of fun, a bit of money. I'm so sorry."
The men's intentions became increasingly clear as they continued to circle the women, their eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. They were there to satisfy their own desires, and Lindsey and Kristin were the objects of their twisted pleasure. The straps and cuffs ensured that the women couldn't escape, couldn't fight back, and were completely at the mercy of these men and their dark intentions.
The men informed Lindsey that she would indeed have to watch as they subjected Kristin to a tickling session, a twisted form of entertainment for them. "You're going to stand there and watch every second of it," one of them said, a sickening grin spreading across his face. "Kristin is going to be our entertainment for the evening, and you get to enjoy the show."
Kristin, now fully realizing the horror of her situation, started to scream and struggle against her restraints. "What the fuck is going on, Lindsey? You said this was going to be fun! You said we'd make some money!" Her voice was filled with panic and betrayal.
Lindsey, her voice shaking, tried to apologize. "I'm sorry, Kristin. I didn't know it would be like this. I thought it was just going to be a bit of fun, a bit of money. I'm so sorry."
The men, however, were unmoved by Kristin's pleas and Lindsey's apologies. "It's too late for sorries now," one of them said, his voice cold. "You're both here, and you're both going to participate in our little game."
A cart was rolled in, equipped with various gags and other tools designed to enhance their sickening pleasure. The men began to prepare, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They planned on a tickle party, but one that would leave Kristin helpless and humiliated, her body exposed and vulnerable to their every whim. Lindsey was forced to watch, her horror growing with each passing moment as she realized the full extent of what she had gotten them into.
Kristin's attire left little to the imagination, accentuating her most attractive features. She wore a pair of extremely short, light-green booty shorts that barely covered her thighs, hugging her curves and accentuating her long, toned legs. Her top was a sleeveless, figure-hugging white crop top that exposed her midriff, showing off her taut tummy and navel. The crop top was tight and cut just below her bust, providing a sexy and provocative look that turned heads wherever she went. Her outfit was designed to be eye-catching and provocative, perfect for turning heads and ensuring she stood out in any crowd. Her sneakers were simple and white, completing the outfit with a casual touch.
The men circled her, their eyes roaming over her exposed skin, commenting on her appearance with leering appreciation.
"Those shorts are something else," one man muttered, his voice thick with desire. "And that tummy, smooth as silk."
Another man ran a hand through his hair, his eyes fixed on Kristin's midriff. "She's a fine specimen, isn't she? But she needs to be quieted down. We can't have her screaming and ruining our fun."
They conferred briefly, deciding on a course of action. "We'll use the ball gag," one of them suggested, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "It'll keep her quiet and give us plenty of access to that pretty mouth of hers."
They retrieved a ball gag from the cart, a sinister-looking device designed to muffle her screams and keep her from speaking. As they secured it around her head, Kristin's eyes widened in terror, and she let out a muffled scream, her struggles growing more desperate.
The cart was a sickening array of tickle tools, each designed to elicit laughter, squirming, and ultimate humiliation. Among the items prepared were:
• Feather Dusters: Soft and gentle, perfect for teasing and tickling sensitive areas.
• Tickle Ticklers: Long, flexible tools with soft bristles, ideal for reaching those hard-to-tickle spots.
• Blow Pipes: Used to blow air gently but persistently, causing uncontrollable laughter.
• Soft Brushes: Small, soft-bristled brushes for precise and relentless tickling.
• Synthetic Fur Gloves: Gloves covered in soft, synthetic fur, perfect for full-body tickle sessions.
The men selected their tools with glee, their eyes shining with anticipation as they prepared to subject Kristin to a night of unending tickling and humiliation. Lindsey watched in horror, her own struggles growing weaker as the reality of their situation sank in.
Four of the men approached Lindsey, their movements slow and deliberate as they began to take liberties with her body. Their hands roamed over her legs, caressing and squeezing, taking advantage of her exposed skin. They started at her thighs, their fingers digging in slightly as they squeezed, before moving down to her calves, tracing the muscles with a mix of appreciation and ownership. Lindsey could feel their rough hands on her smooth skin, and she shivered in a mix of disgust and fear.
One man knelt down, his hands starting at her ankles and slowly moving up, caressing every inch of her leg. He looked up at her, a sickening smile on his face, as his hands reached her thighs, squeezing gently but firmly. Another man stood behind her, his hands starting at her shoulders and slowly moving down, tracing the curves of her body before settling on her hips, pulling her against him so she could feel his arousal.
The other eight men gathered around Kristin, their eyes gleaming with malice and excitement as they began their tickle party. They started gently, using feather dusters to tease and tickle her exposed skin. They ran the feathers lightly over her arms, her stomach, and her inner thighs, eliciting squirming and laughter from Kristin despite her best efforts to hold it in. Her body twisted and turned, trying to escape the relentless tickling, but the straps held her firm.
As Kristin's struggles grew more desperate, the men increased the intensity, bringing out the tickle ticklers and blow pipes. They took turns blowing air onto her skin, causing her to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. The synthetic fur gloves were used to tickle her sides and stomach, the soft fur driving her wild with laughter and desperation. Her muffled screams and laughter filled the room, a symphony of humiliation and pleasure for the men.
Lindsey watched in horror as her friend was subjected to this torture. She could feel the men's hands on her own body, their touches becoming more bold and invasive. She tried to focus on Kristin, to will her strength, but her own struggles were becoming harder to bear. The men caressing her were taking their time, enjoying every moment of her discomfort and the power they held over her.
As the tickle party on Kristin reached a fever pitch, the men surrounding her took a moment to admire their handiwork, her body squirming and twisting as she tried in vain to escape their relentless torment. They knew that her feet were particularly sensitive, and they were eager to exploit this weakness. Two of the men approached her, their eyes locked onto her white tennis shoes, and began to slowly remove them, taking their time to draw out her anticipation and dread.
Kristin's muffled screams and pleas for mercy were barely intelligible through the ball gag, but her terror was clear. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Please, no! Not my feet!" she tried to scream, her eyes wide with panic as she shook her head vigorously from side to side.
The men ignored her pleas, their grins widening as they finally pulled off her shoes and socks, exposing her bare feet. They took a moment to admire their vulnerability, their toes curling and uncurling nervously as Kristin tried to pull her feet away, to no avail.
One of the men held up a ring gag, a cruel and effective tool designed to hold the mouth open wide and expose the teeth and tongue. "Let's give her something more appropriate to wear," he said, his voice laced with malice as he approached Kristin. He removed the ball gag, and before she could let out a proper scream, he forced the ring gag into her mouth, stretching her jaws wide and holding them open. Kristin's eyes filled with tears as she tried to scream, but all that came out was a garbled, desperate plea for mercy.
With her mouth held open wide, the men took turns inserting their fingers, teasing and tormenting her tongue and gums. They laughed and joked as Kristin squirmed and tried to pull away, her body convulsing with a mix of disgust and desperation. Her feet, meanwhile, were not forgotten. The other men brought out soft brushes and feather dusters, using them to tickle the soles of her feet, her heels, and the spaces between her toes. Kristin's body bucked and twisted, her toes curling tightly as she tried to escape the relentless tickling, but the straps held her firm, ensuring that she could not move more than an inch or two in any direction.
The combination of the ring gag and the foot tickling was too much for Kristin to bear. Her body shook with laughter and tears, her mind a whirl of humiliation and despair as she endured the men's twisted pleasure.
As Lindsey watched the men torment Kristin, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused despite the circumstances. The sight of Kristin's struggles, the sound of her muffled screams, and the sheer intensity of the tickle party began to stir something within her. Her body responded in ways she hadn't anticipated.
Lindsey's nipples began to harden, reacting to the stimulation of her senses. The cool air of the warehouse and the adrenaline coursing through her veins caused her nipples to erect, pressing against the thin fabric of her crop top. The men caressing her legs noticed the change, their eyes lingering on her chest as they continued their exploration of her body. They exchanged knowing glances, their grins widening as they realized the effect their actions were having on both women.
The moistening of her loins was a more private response, but no less intense. Lindsey could feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding to the erotic charge in the room. The combination of fear, excitement, and the sheer intensity of the situation was intoxicating, and her body reacted accordingly. She shifted slightly, trying to relieve the growing pressure, but the men holding her noticed and tightened their grip, ensuring she couldn't move more than an inch or two.
The men's hands on her legs became more bold, their touches more insistent as they sensed her arousal. They took their time, enjoying every moment of her discomfort and the power they held over her. Lindsey's breath hitched as one of the men leaned in, his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? I can see it in your body's response."
Lindsey didn't respond, but her body's reactions spoke volumes. The hardening of her nipples and the moistening of her loins were clear signs of her arousal, despite the circumstances. The men continued their torment, their touches becoming more invasive as they explored every inch of her exposed skin, their eyes never leaving her body, drinking in the sight of her responses.
Lindsey's gaze was drawn to Kristin's body, stretched out and vulnerable on the arched table. Kristin's arms were pulled taut overhead, her elbows and wrists secured tightly with straps, forcing her to arch her back slightly, pushing her chest out and making her torso even more exposed and vulnerable. Her tennis-toned legs were spread wide apart, also strapped down at the ankles and knees, ensuring she couldn't close them or escape the relentless tickling. The position caused her short shorts to ride up, exposing more of her thighs and the swelling of her lips, a sight that was both erotic and humiliating.
Lindsey's eyes roamed over Kristin's body, taking in every detail. She could see the rise and fall of Kristin's chest as she struggled to breathe through the ring gag, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of her crop top. The sight of her friend's exposed and vulnerable body sent a shiver down Lindsey's spine, and she felt a fresh wave of moisture between her own legs.
The men holding Lindsey sensed her heightened arousal and took advantage of it. Their hands, which had been gently caressing her thighs, began to move higher, their fingers dancing under the hem of her shorts. Lindsey gasped as she felt their fingers gently tease her lips, already swollen and sensitive. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body responding eagerly to their touch.
"You're so wet, Lindsey," one of the men murmured, his voice low and husky. "I can feel how much you're enjoying this." His fingers continued to dance and tease, dipping just slightly inside her, making her hips buck and her breath hitch. The other men watched, their eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation as they continued to caress her legs, their touches becoming more insistent and demanding.
Lindsey's body was on fire, her loins throbbing with need as the men's fingers worked their magic. She couldn't take her eyes off Kristin, whose body was writhing and twisting on the table as the other men continued their tickle party. The combination of visual stimulation and physical pleasure was overwhelming, and Lindsey could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing and coiling as she approached the precipice. The men could sense it too, their touches becoming more insistent, more demanding, as they brought her closer and closer to the edge.
As Lindsey's arousal grew, so did her confusion and betrayal. She had trusted the older man, had believed his promises of easy money, and now she was paying the price. Her body was responding in ways she couldn't control, but her mind was a whirl of emotions, chief among them a sense of deep betrayal.
"You fucking asshole," she muttered under her breath, directing her words at the older man who had orchestrated this whole sickening scenario. "You said this would be easy. You said we'd be safe."
Kristin continued to writhe and squirm on the table, her body convulsing with laughter and desperation as the men took turns tickling her with feather dusters and soft brushes. Her muffled screams and pleas for mercy filled the air, a stark contrast to the quiet determination in Lindsey's voice as she struggled with her own emotions.
The men holding Lindsey paid no heed to her words, their focus solely on the pleasure they were deriving from her body. Their fingers danced along the waistband of her shorts, teasing and tormenting her as they slowly inched their way lower. Lindsey's breath hitched as she felt their fingers dip beneath the fabric, their touches light and feathery as they explored her most intimate areas.
"You're so wet for us, Lindsey," one of the men murmured, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Your body is begging for more."
Their fingers continued to dance and tease, tracing the contours of her lips, dipping just slightly inside her, making her hips buck and her breath come in short, sharp gasps. Lindsey's body was on fire, her loins throbbing with need as the men's fingers worked their magic. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing and coiling as she approached the precipice.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, don't stop."
The men chuckled, their fingers moving faster, their touches becoming more insistent, more demanding, as they brought her closer and closer to the edge. They knew they had her right where they wanted her, and they were going to make the most of it.
Lindsey's arousal intensified as she watched Kristin's body squirm and twist on the table, the tickle party showing no signs of abating. The sight of her friend's exposed and vulnerable form, the way her body responded to the relentless tickling, and the sounds of her muffled laughter and pleas for mercy all combined to create a heady mix of excitement and desire within Lindsey. She felt a deep, primal heat spreading through her, centering in her loins, making her wetter and more sensitive with each passing moment.
Kristin's own body was responding in ways she couldn't control. Despite the humiliation and the discomfort, her body was betraying her, moistening in response to the sensory overload. The men noticed, their grins widening as they saw the evidence of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs. They exchanged knowing looks, their plans for her becoming more explicit and degrading.
"Look at her, Lindsey," one of the men holding her said, his voice a low growl. "She's loving this as much as you are. Isn't that right, Kristin?"
Kristin couldn't respond coherently through the ring gag, but her body's reactions spoke volumes. Her nipples were hard and erect, her chest heaving with each desperate breath, and her loins were glistening with her unwanted arousal. The men took this as a sign to escalate their actions, their intentions clear and cruel.
They were about to subject Kristin to a new level of torment, one that would push her boundaries and exploit her vulnerabilities. One of the men produced a small, vibrating device from the cart, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he turned it on, the low hum filling the room. Another man brought out a set of clamps, their metal teeth glinting menacingly in the dim light.
"Time to up the ante," the man with the vibrator said, his voice laced with malice. "Let's see how she likes this."
They approached Kristin, their movements deliberate and slow, savoring the anticipation and fear in her eyes. The man with the clamps leaned down, his breath hot on her skin as he attached the clamps to her nipples, the metal biting into her sensitive flesh, eliciting a sharp cry of pain and surprise from deep within her throat. The other man, meanwhile, positioned the vibrator at the apex of her thighs, the buzzing device pressing against her most intimate area, sending shocks of pleasure and confusion through her body.
Lindsey watched, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt her own climax building, her body tensing and coiling in response to the erotic charge in the room and the relentless stimulation of her own senses. The men holding her continued to tease and torment her, their fingers dancing and dipping, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
With Kristin secured and helpless on the arched table, the men turned their attention to her mouth and tongue, using the ring gag to their full advantage. They took turns inserting their fingers, teasing and tormenting her tongue, gums, and the inside of her cheeks. They explored every inch of her mouth, their touches ranging from gentle caresses to firm prodding, ensuring that she was fully aware of their presence and control. Kristin's eyes watered as she tried to pull away, her body squirming and twisting in a futile attempt to escape their invasive exploration. Her muffled screams and pleas for mercy were barely intelligible through the ring gag, but her distress was palpable.
As the men continued their relentless tickle party and oral torment, both Lindsey and Kristin began to cry, their emotions a mix of overwhelming stimulation, humiliation, and the impending release of their orgasms. The combination of physical pleasure and emotional turmoil was too much to bear, and their bodies responded with tears streaming down their faces.
"Please, don't stop," Lindsey whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion as she felt her orgasm building, her body tensing and coiling with anticipation. Kristin, despite her muffled protests, was also approaching her climax, her body betraying her with involuntary moistening and involuntary muscle contractions that signaled her impending release.
The men, sensing that both women were on the brink, increased the intensity of their actions. They used their fingers, tongues, and various tools to bring Lindsey and Kristin to the edge of ecstasy, their touches becoming more insistent and demanding. They knew they had both women right where they wanted them, and they were going to make the most of it.
With a final, shuddering cry, Lindsey reached her climax, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Kristin, not to be outdone, followed soon after, her muffled screams of pleasure and pain filling the room as she too succumbed to the relentless stimulation. Their orgasms were intense and overwhelming, leaving them both breathless and spent.
As suddenly as it had begun, the men untied Lindsey's arms, their work done. They swiftly left the warehouse, leaving the two women alone in the aftermath of their shared experience. Lindsey and Kristin were left to deal with the consequences of their actions, their bodies still trembling with the residual effects of their orgasms and the emotional turmoil that accompanied them.
