ticklish_brat
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Non consensual tickle torture.
Will make a part 2 if people like it 🙂
This is mostly set up but has a little tickling in it.
Helen screamed, well, she would of screamed if she didn't have her lips taped shut with 2 used gym trainer socks packed into her mouth. There was a strap around her forehead, her upper torso was in a very strict, very secure straight jacket that she pulled on with all of her might, but to no avail. There were heavy straps just above and below her shaking heaving D cups, as well as 2 over her belly. Helen was not getting up from the low mounted padded table she was laying on.
Her bottom half was naked, the strap for the jacket ran between her legs and pressed between her firm buttocks and rested on her smooth sex. Her sex that was being tormented, a thin tight piece of string around the base of her clit kept it full and throbbing and the tiny vibrating device that pressed to it was sending wave after wave of tormenting, frustratingly torturous pleasure through poor Helens helpless body.
Her legs we strapped down together, her thighs, one over her knees, her shins and her ankles. Her large size 11 feet we trapped in heavy steel stocks each of her poor little button toes were bound back and spread, her soles taut and her feet utterly helpless, exposed and oh so vulnerable.
And, sat barefoot, cross legged at the helplessly trapped feet of Helen was an 19 year old girl with an electric toothbrush in each of her hands. The heads of the brushes were currently exploring the spaces between Helens toes, Helens spread and bound toes.
The girl smiled a wide Cheshire cat smile, she head headphones in playing some Katy Perry as she watched the toes strain trying to scrunch, trying to tighten, but could do nothing as the brushes moved up and down, side to side, exploring every part of her toes and between.
Tears streamed down Helens face, she had never felt anything like this before, she was in hell and if it was not the gag, she would be saying ANYTHING for this assault to end. Her mind, the last part that wasn't being utterly destroyed by the teasing between her legs and the brushes tickling her poor toes thought back to only 36hours ago when she wasn't at the mercy of this sadistic teenager.
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36 hours earlier.
Emma Summers sat in the changing room of the strip club as she had finished changing, the 5 inch peep toe heels, a nightmare to get due to her large size 11 feet, the little black dress that showed off her long legs, low cut to show her D cup chest, her breasts proud and perk. Her red hair hung to her shoulders with a slight curl. She had finished doing her makeup and was ready to hit the floor.
Emma had been working undercover at the club for 3 months now, she had been with Vice for nearly 3 years and was damn good at it too. There were rumblings that the Russian mob was using it for money laundering and even possible human trafficking. Given officer Helen Fields natural good looks, her age at 26, she was chosen to go undercover as a stripper, something the male officers found rather amusing. They of course had been banned from attending, no one wanted to jeopardise this mission.
Vickie pushed her head through the door "Boss wants to see you upstairs Emma better be quick, she seems pissed" Emma looked up at Vickie and nodded grabbed her clutch bag with the hidden micro recording device and headed out, down the neon lit corridor her heels click-clacking on the hard tile floor and up the thin staircase to the mangers office.
She knocked waited and when the light went from red to green indicating the door was open, she entered the plush office. The carpet was thick red and rich, the walls were papered with old movie posters, from Star Wars to Gone with the wind, The desk was large and a rich dark wood and behind the desk, sat Anna Petrov, who was believed to have taken over the Petrov family when her husband’s body was found headless on the shores of a river 2 years earlier, of course no evidence has ever been found which is why she sat there now, black patent Louboutin heels on her feet, silk stockings adoring her long thin legs, a dress that shimmered almost, black and gold, her ebony hair in a perfect little pixie cut, for a woman in her early 40's she could easily pass as someone 5 to 10 years younger.
"Please take a seat Emma" she gestured to the wooden seat before her. "Would you care for a drink, Jack and Coke i think, yes, that is your drink of choice?"
Emma smiled back at Anna and nodded softly as she sat, feeling, well rather under dressed compared to her host currently, who showed so little flesh, and here was Emma with nearly everything displayed. "Yes, a drink would be great thank you Anna" she places her bag on her lap her knees together and sat back watching as Anna poured herself and Emma a jack and coke placing the tumbler before her.
Anna sat turned to the laptop in front of her, the screen lit her face up as she turned it on and taped away at it "Yes as I thought, 3 months you have been with us now, under the stage name Summer, sounds right?" Her Russian accent was still thick Emma sat there listening nodding along as Anna spoke. "You have done very well here, I think, yes very well indeed, some girls are here a lot longer than you to make the roads you have made, you seem to have had a talent for it yes?"
Emma smiled and sipped her drink, little did Anna know she had been on a very intensive lap dancing and pole dancing course for 3 months before she took the role here “Thank you Anna that is very kind of you to say" her mind wandered a little wondering why she had sent for me.
Anna smiled and picked up a remote, watching as Emma sipped happily on her jack and coke. A screen in the corner buzzed to life, Emma looked up at it, it took a second and she froze, on the screen was a woman, there was just a close up of her head and she looked in a bad way, her eyes were tear streaked, the makeup was smeared down her face from where she had been crying. The thing that terrified Emma was this was the woman who had taught her how to dance, the woman who had given her one on one lessons for months to hone her skills.
Emma clutched her bag tighter as the face on the screen burst into helpless, mirthless, forced laughter, between the laughter came incoherent begging and pleading, something about she had told them everything she knew. Emma shivered and wondered what could be causing her to have such a violent reaction, the screen went blank and Emma looked back at Anna, trying not to look like a dear in the headlights "What on earth was that?" She tried to keep the fear from her voice, Emma wasn't 100% sure it had worked.
"Helen........Helen........Helen........lets cut the bullshit shall we, she used to dance for us, then suddenly she gets a large government pay out, this got me interested and while at 1st she resisted, she soon became much more co-operative"
Helen froze, her mind was reading from this, she had used her real name, fuck, she knew who I was. Helen went to stand but her legs gave out from under her and she slumped into the thick red carpet watching as Anna picked up the phone, her head was swimming and she couldn't make out what the words were that she was saying. She looked at the tumbler of coke and jack and cursed her own stupidity. Thick inky blackness swept over her as she blacked out.
Helen woke with a start, head was thick, she tried to sit up but couldn't, and moaned looking down to see she was on a medical bed, a sheet was over her, but she could feel she was naked under it. Her arms were over the sheet and attached to the side of the steel bed frame, her ankles were also very well restrained, her bare feet poking out the end of the bed.
She looked as the door opened, 3 women entered, well 2 women and a girl, the girl must of been late teens, wearing flip flops, denim shorts and a dark green vest top, she wasn't sure who it was. The one woman as Anna, as perfectly dressed as ever, black pin striped skirt suit this time, stockings and more of those red soled heels. The 3rd woman was dressed in medical scrubs and Helen didn't recognise her in the slightest.
"Ah you are awake excellent." Anna said as she entered "Please do not scream, do not yell, just lay there silently" she stared coldly at Helen and Helen just lay there watching. The youngest of the 3 walked to a chair at the bottom of the room and sat there, crossing her legs, Idly slapping the flip flop against the sole of her foot watching a dark smile on her face.
"You might be wondering what you are doing here? Well never you fear Helen, we will take very good care of you" Helen looked up at Anna and glared, the anger bubbling deep inside. She tested her wrists and ankles, but they held her fast, she was not going anywhere quickly, or slowly for that matter, she was stuck.
Anna walked slowly down and stop at the foot of the bed and rested her hand on the thick ankle bonds there. "This is Dr Kutepov, do not worry she speaks little to no English, but is a marvel in here field, lucky I have her husband and child in shall we say, safe keeping, so she does what she is told". Helen looked up at the Doctor, she was in her early 50's, tall and slim, with a strong jaw line, the rest was hard to see under the loose fitting medical scrubs.
"You see Russia is not so bogged down in red tape, efficacy nonsense nor regulators making life hard, so we have achieved marvels in the medical fields, these marvels have helped our......shall we say " she let out a dark chuckle "Enhanced interrogation techniques. In fact you even witnessed a small part in the video I showed you."
Helen watched Anna speak, she stayed silent, she was scared, she was god knows where, kidnapped by one of the most powerful family's in the Russian mob. "You see my daughter, she turned 19 recently, and yes I am very well aware your department had no idea I had a child, no one does, that way she cannot be used against me. You are you are to by my gift to her."
Helens eyes went wide "GIFT!" He voice was high, loud, shrill even. She saw the young girl laugh at this and her mother joined her for a moment before stopping "Tell me, little miss police officer, are you ticklish?" Helen tilted her head to the side, did she really just ask, as she went to shake her head she watched Anna draw a nail over her toes and down her sole, she curled her foot a little but stayed still, staring at her, Anna laughed "Oh my not ticklish at all, well this will be fascinating then" She looked up at the Doctor and nodded.
Helen watched in horror as the Doctor pulled a hypodermic needle and syringe from a box, it had a strange dark green liquid in it as she taped it, walking over toward her Hell started to shake her head "Please Doc! You......y.y.yyou dont have to do this ok!" Her voice was stammering, nervous and scared, she pulled left and right but got nowhere.
Helen could see the pained expression on the Doctors face as she slide the needle into her arm and pressed, Helen whimpered softly as she watched the liquid vanish from the syringe and slip into her blood stream, a moment later the needle was out her arm and Anna was ushering the Doctor away.
Anna turned and faced Helen, she smiled wide, it scared Helen a little she slowly walked back down "How are you feeling dear?" As she spoke, Helen felt a warm glow come over her, her skin tingling all over. Helen exhaled; she was a little taken back by this feeling.
Helen stayed silent "That wonderful little drug we have injected you with, has the wonderful effect of increasing sensitivity of the skin, we think it is somewhere in the region of 100 to 200% give or take of course." Helen listened to her talk, not really sure why she was telling her this, but the thought of her skin being more receptive, more tactile, the pain would be unbearable.
"We have never done this on someone, well like you before, this should be fun" Helen listened to Anna a cold feeling inside her, and when she heard Anna's daughter laugh as her last comment a sense of impending dread washed over Helen.
Then Helen gasped, her eyes bulged and bursts of giggles left her lips as the curled into a wide smile, she looked down at the end of the bed as saw that Anna had slowly and carefully traced her toes with her nail, her long perfectly manicured black nail, a cold smile was over her face "This IS going to be a new experience for you darling" She stood up and walked up sitting by the top of the bed whispering into Helens ear "You see, my daughter has a taste for tickling the feet of girls until they go crazy, back in Russia we had the daughters of our enemies taken, I’d let my daughter spend hours honing her skills, listening to the crazed laugher spill from their mouths, anything to make my special little girl happy and well, when we heard about the good Doctors breakthrough, we just had to get her"
Helen was petrified now, she had never once in her life begin ticklish, people had tried sure, but she had always been able to get away she had won more than her share of tickle fights back in the day, with her sisters being the only one who wasn't affected by it, but she had never once felt what it was like, never been able to get used to it, form any kind of defence against it.
Anna carried on whispering to Helen "Oh there a couple of rather unfortunate side effects. "Anna let out a soft giggle, "Well unfortunately for you that is. The first is it makes you unable to pass out, no matter what happened, you will never be able to black out." Helen stared at Anna, wide eyed, scared, agony, wanting to plead to beg, but just about holding it together, dammnit I will not give her that satisfaction Helen thought.
"The second rather amusingly, is worse.........." Anna let it hand in the air before carrying on "It makes your ability to, well shall we say, climax nearly impossible, i mean, you can, but it is just, very, very. Very arduous. It is quite the torture I understand" She lent in and kissed Helen on the forehead, “you relax now and get some much needed rest" Anna looked at her daughter who got up and walked out behind her leaving Helen alone in the dark, mind racing.
Moments after being left, Helen heard gas being vented into the room, the air smelt different and once again her head started to spin, and before she knew it, she was out cold.
She woke again with a start, her eyes staring up at a smooth tiled ceiling, she could move there was a strap over her forward, she couldn't sit up, she felt several straps over her, and her arms were pressed to her, she couldn't make out what she had on, but if she had to hazard a guess she would of thought some kind of straight jacket.
Her feet felt off, like there were taut, she could feel something on her toes and them pulled back, it was a most odd sensation. She went to call out when she head a door open and suddenly into her vision Anna's daughter, was she sweating, in a tight t shirt she couldn't make out what the rest of her head on, she had headphones in, and was chewing gum, she looked down at Helen "Open your jaw now" Helen shock her head "Listen to me you little bratty bit......" Helens words were cut out as something started to vibrate in her most intimate of places, Helen hated it but she had to let out a moan, at that moment 2 ankle socks were pushed into her mouth, the taste was vile, thick salty and acidic the sweat in them was awful. Quickly Helens mouth was taped shut.
Helen squirmed as much as she could in her bondage, the vibrations on her delicate little button were sadly pleasurable but highly tormenting. Helens mind went back to what Anna said about those climaxes being so hard now.
Without a word the young woman walked down and vanished out of sight of Helen, then nothing, time was like it stood still for Helen, she couldn't do anything but wait
Without a word the young woman walked down and vanished out of sight of Helen, then nothing, time was like it stood still for Helen, she couldn't do anything but wait. Helens breathing sped up, her nerves kicking in, unable to do anything but star up at the ceiling desperate to stop the fear sinking it and to ignore the tormenting device between her legs.
He let out a soft gasp as she felt something sprayed on her soles. It was cold, slimy, slippery, she felt a spray coat every inch of her helpless soles. She closed her eyes, nearly hyperventilating and then she heard her voice, she never would have guessed she was Russian, she sounded more like a reporter from the BBC than the Daughter of a Russian crime boss. "I am going to tickle you Helen, im going to tickle your feet for as long as want, as hard as I want and however, I want. Im not going to stop tickling you until I have had enough, which trust me, will take a VERY long time." She paused and when she spoke again after each word she gave a dramatic pause letting the word linger and sink in " and........you............can..........not........stop........me" she let out a cruel childlike giggle.
She had never been tickled in her life, none that actually affected her, Helen had never grown used to it, never understood how to set up mental defences against this. A short tickle from the brats Mother had left her gasping and giggling now she was going to be tickled for a prolonged period by this little bitch.
Helen's thoughts were cut short when she felt a fingernail on each sole glide effortlessly up each sole, zig zagging, she caught her breath and gasps, unable to control herself muffled laughter started to spill out.
Will make a part 2 if people like it 🙂
This is mostly set up but has a little tickling in it.
Helen screamed, well, she would of screamed if she didn't have her lips taped shut with 2 used gym trainer socks packed into her mouth. There was a strap around her forehead, her upper torso was in a very strict, very secure straight jacket that she pulled on with all of her might, but to no avail. There were heavy straps just above and below her shaking heaving D cups, as well as 2 over her belly. Helen was not getting up from the low mounted padded table she was laying on.
Her bottom half was naked, the strap for the jacket ran between her legs and pressed between her firm buttocks and rested on her smooth sex. Her sex that was being tormented, a thin tight piece of string around the base of her clit kept it full and throbbing and the tiny vibrating device that pressed to it was sending wave after wave of tormenting, frustratingly torturous pleasure through poor Helens helpless body.
Her legs we strapped down together, her thighs, one over her knees, her shins and her ankles. Her large size 11 feet we trapped in heavy steel stocks each of her poor little button toes were bound back and spread, her soles taut and her feet utterly helpless, exposed and oh so vulnerable.
And, sat barefoot, cross legged at the helplessly trapped feet of Helen was an 19 year old girl with an electric toothbrush in each of her hands. The heads of the brushes were currently exploring the spaces between Helens toes, Helens spread and bound toes.
The girl smiled a wide Cheshire cat smile, she head headphones in playing some Katy Perry as she watched the toes strain trying to scrunch, trying to tighten, but could do nothing as the brushes moved up and down, side to side, exploring every part of her toes and between.
Tears streamed down Helens face, she had never felt anything like this before, she was in hell and if it was not the gag, she would be saying ANYTHING for this assault to end. Her mind, the last part that wasn't being utterly destroyed by the teasing between her legs and the brushes tickling her poor toes thought back to only 36hours ago when she wasn't at the mercy of this sadistic teenager.
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36 hours earlier.
Emma Summers sat in the changing room of the strip club as she had finished changing, the 5 inch peep toe heels, a nightmare to get due to her large size 11 feet, the little black dress that showed off her long legs, low cut to show her D cup chest, her breasts proud and perk. Her red hair hung to her shoulders with a slight curl. She had finished doing her makeup and was ready to hit the floor.
Emma had been working undercover at the club for 3 months now, she had been with Vice for nearly 3 years and was damn good at it too. There were rumblings that the Russian mob was using it for money laundering and even possible human trafficking. Given officer Helen Fields natural good looks, her age at 26, she was chosen to go undercover as a stripper, something the male officers found rather amusing. They of course had been banned from attending, no one wanted to jeopardise this mission.
Vickie pushed her head through the door "Boss wants to see you upstairs Emma better be quick, she seems pissed" Emma looked up at Vickie and nodded grabbed her clutch bag with the hidden micro recording device and headed out, down the neon lit corridor her heels click-clacking on the hard tile floor and up the thin staircase to the mangers office.
She knocked waited and when the light went from red to green indicating the door was open, she entered the plush office. The carpet was thick red and rich, the walls were papered with old movie posters, from Star Wars to Gone with the wind, The desk was large and a rich dark wood and behind the desk, sat Anna Petrov, who was believed to have taken over the Petrov family when her husband’s body was found headless on the shores of a river 2 years earlier, of course no evidence has ever been found which is why she sat there now, black patent Louboutin heels on her feet, silk stockings adoring her long thin legs, a dress that shimmered almost, black and gold, her ebony hair in a perfect little pixie cut, for a woman in her early 40's she could easily pass as someone 5 to 10 years younger.
"Please take a seat Emma" she gestured to the wooden seat before her. "Would you care for a drink, Jack and Coke i think, yes, that is your drink of choice?"
Emma smiled back at Anna and nodded softly as she sat, feeling, well rather under dressed compared to her host currently, who showed so little flesh, and here was Emma with nearly everything displayed. "Yes, a drink would be great thank you Anna" she places her bag on her lap her knees together and sat back watching as Anna poured herself and Emma a jack and coke placing the tumbler before her.
Anna sat turned to the laptop in front of her, the screen lit her face up as she turned it on and taped away at it "Yes as I thought, 3 months you have been with us now, under the stage name Summer, sounds right?" Her Russian accent was still thick Emma sat there listening nodding along as Anna spoke. "You have done very well here, I think, yes very well indeed, some girls are here a lot longer than you to make the roads you have made, you seem to have had a talent for it yes?"
Emma smiled and sipped her drink, little did Anna know she had been on a very intensive lap dancing and pole dancing course for 3 months before she took the role here “Thank you Anna that is very kind of you to say" her mind wandered a little wondering why she had sent for me.
Anna smiled and picked up a remote, watching as Emma sipped happily on her jack and coke. A screen in the corner buzzed to life, Emma looked up at it, it took a second and she froze, on the screen was a woman, there was just a close up of her head and she looked in a bad way, her eyes were tear streaked, the makeup was smeared down her face from where she had been crying. The thing that terrified Emma was this was the woman who had taught her how to dance, the woman who had given her one on one lessons for months to hone her skills.
Emma clutched her bag tighter as the face on the screen burst into helpless, mirthless, forced laughter, between the laughter came incoherent begging and pleading, something about she had told them everything she knew. Emma shivered and wondered what could be causing her to have such a violent reaction, the screen went blank and Emma looked back at Anna, trying not to look like a dear in the headlights "What on earth was that?" She tried to keep the fear from her voice, Emma wasn't 100% sure it had worked.
"Helen........Helen........Helen........lets cut the bullshit shall we, she used to dance for us, then suddenly she gets a large government pay out, this got me interested and while at 1st she resisted, she soon became much more co-operative"
Helen froze, her mind was reading from this, she had used her real name, fuck, she knew who I was. Helen went to stand but her legs gave out from under her and she slumped into the thick red carpet watching as Anna picked up the phone, her head was swimming and she couldn't make out what the words were that she was saying. She looked at the tumbler of coke and jack and cursed her own stupidity. Thick inky blackness swept over her as she blacked out.
Helen woke with a start, head was thick, she tried to sit up but couldn't, and moaned looking down to see she was on a medical bed, a sheet was over her, but she could feel she was naked under it. Her arms were over the sheet and attached to the side of the steel bed frame, her ankles were also very well restrained, her bare feet poking out the end of the bed.
She looked as the door opened, 3 women entered, well 2 women and a girl, the girl must of been late teens, wearing flip flops, denim shorts and a dark green vest top, she wasn't sure who it was. The one woman as Anna, as perfectly dressed as ever, black pin striped skirt suit this time, stockings and more of those red soled heels. The 3rd woman was dressed in medical scrubs and Helen didn't recognise her in the slightest.
"Ah you are awake excellent." Anna said as she entered "Please do not scream, do not yell, just lay there silently" she stared coldly at Helen and Helen just lay there watching. The youngest of the 3 walked to a chair at the bottom of the room and sat there, crossing her legs, Idly slapping the flip flop against the sole of her foot watching a dark smile on her face.
"You might be wondering what you are doing here? Well never you fear Helen, we will take very good care of you" Helen looked up at Anna and glared, the anger bubbling deep inside. She tested her wrists and ankles, but they held her fast, she was not going anywhere quickly, or slowly for that matter, she was stuck.
Anna walked slowly down and stop at the foot of the bed and rested her hand on the thick ankle bonds there. "This is Dr Kutepov, do not worry she speaks little to no English, but is a marvel in here field, lucky I have her husband and child in shall we say, safe keeping, so she does what she is told". Helen looked up at the Doctor, she was in her early 50's, tall and slim, with a strong jaw line, the rest was hard to see under the loose fitting medical scrubs.
"You see Russia is not so bogged down in red tape, efficacy nonsense nor regulators making life hard, so we have achieved marvels in the medical fields, these marvels have helped our......shall we say " she let out a dark chuckle "Enhanced interrogation techniques. In fact you even witnessed a small part in the video I showed you."
Helen watched Anna speak, she stayed silent, she was scared, she was god knows where, kidnapped by one of the most powerful family's in the Russian mob. "You see my daughter, she turned 19 recently, and yes I am very well aware your department had no idea I had a child, no one does, that way she cannot be used against me. You are you are to by my gift to her."
Helens eyes went wide "GIFT!" He voice was high, loud, shrill even. She saw the young girl laugh at this and her mother joined her for a moment before stopping "Tell me, little miss police officer, are you ticklish?" Helen tilted her head to the side, did she really just ask, as she went to shake her head she watched Anna draw a nail over her toes and down her sole, she curled her foot a little but stayed still, staring at her, Anna laughed "Oh my not ticklish at all, well this will be fascinating then" She looked up at the Doctor and nodded.
Helen watched in horror as the Doctor pulled a hypodermic needle and syringe from a box, it had a strange dark green liquid in it as she taped it, walking over toward her Hell started to shake her head "Please Doc! You......y.y.yyou dont have to do this ok!" Her voice was stammering, nervous and scared, she pulled left and right but got nowhere.
Helen could see the pained expression on the Doctors face as she slide the needle into her arm and pressed, Helen whimpered softly as she watched the liquid vanish from the syringe and slip into her blood stream, a moment later the needle was out her arm and Anna was ushering the Doctor away.
Anna turned and faced Helen, she smiled wide, it scared Helen a little she slowly walked back down "How are you feeling dear?" As she spoke, Helen felt a warm glow come over her, her skin tingling all over. Helen exhaled; she was a little taken back by this feeling.
Helen stayed silent "That wonderful little drug we have injected you with, has the wonderful effect of increasing sensitivity of the skin, we think it is somewhere in the region of 100 to 200% give or take of course." Helen listened to her talk, not really sure why she was telling her this, but the thought of her skin being more receptive, more tactile, the pain would be unbearable.
"We have never done this on someone, well like you before, this should be fun" Helen listened to Anna a cold feeling inside her, and when she heard Anna's daughter laugh as her last comment a sense of impending dread washed over Helen.
Then Helen gasped, her eyes bulged and bursts of giggles left her lips as the curled into a wide smile, she looked down at the end of the bed as saw that Anna had slowly and carefully traced her toes with her nail, her long perfectly manicured black nail, a cold smile was over her face "This IS going to be a new experience for you darling" She stood up and walked up sitting by the top of the bed whispering into Helens ear "You see, my daughter has a taste for tickling the feet of girls until they go crazy, back in Russia we had the daughters of our enemies taken, I’d let my daughter spend hours honing her skills, listening to the crazed laugher spill from their mouths, anything to make my special little girl happy and well, when we heard about the good Doctors breakthrough, we just had to get her"
Helen was petrified now, she had never once in her life begin ticklish, people had tried sure, but she had always been able to get away she had won more than her share of tickle fights back in the day, with her sisters being the only one who wasn't affected by it, but she had never once felt what it was like, never been able to get used to it, form any kind of defence against it.
Anna carried on whispering to Helen "Oh there a couple of rather unfortunate side effects. "Anna let out a soft giggle, "Well unfortunately for you that is. The first is it makes you unable to pass out, no matter what happened, you will never be able to black out." Helen stared at Anna, wide eyed, scared, agony, wanting to plead to beg, but just about holding it together, dammnit I will not give her that satisfaction Helen thought.
"The second rather amusingly, is worse.........." Anna let it hand in the air before carrying on "It makes your ability to, well shall we say, climax nearly impossible, i mean, you can, but it is just, very, very. Very arduous. It is quite the torture I understand" She lent in and kissed Helen on the forehead, “you relax now and get some much needed rest" Anna looked at her daughter who got up and walked out behind her leaving Helen alone in the dark, mind racing.
Moments after being left, Helen heard gas being vented into the room, the air smelt different and once again her head started to spin, and before she knew it, she was out cold.
She woke again with a start, her eyes staring up at a smooth tiled ceiling, she could move there was a strap over her forward, she couldn't sit up, she felt several straps over her, and her arms were pressed to her, she couldn't make out what she had on, but if she had to hazard a guess she would of thought some kind of straight jacket.
Her feet felt off, like there were taut, she could feel something on her toes and them pulled back, it was a most odd sensation. She went to call out when she head a door open and suddenly into her vision Anna's daughter, was she sweating, in a tight t shirt she couldn't make out what the rest of her head on, she had headphones in, and was chewing gum, she looked down at Helen "Open your jaw now" Helen shock her head "Listen to me you little bratty bit......" Helens words were cut out as something started to vibrate in her most intimate of places, Helen hated it but she had to let out a moan, at that moment 2 ankle socks were pushed into her mouth, the taste was vile, thick salty and acidic the sweat in them was awful. Quickly Helens mouth was taped shut.
Helen squirmed as much as she could in her bondage, the vibrations on her delicate little button were sadly pleasurable but highly tormenting. Helens mind went back to what Anna said about those climaxes being so hard now.
Without a word the young woman walked down and vanished out of sight of Helen, then nothing, time was like it stood still for Helen, she couldn't do anything but wait
Without a word the young woman walked down and vanished out of sight of Helen, then nothing, time was like it stood still for Helen, she couldn't do anything but wait. Helens breathing sped up, her nerves kicking in, unable to do anything but star up at the ceiling desperate to stop the fear sinking it and to ignore the tormenting device between her legs.
He let out a soft gasp as she felt something sprayed on her soles. It was cold, slimy, slippery, she felt a spray coat every inch of her helpless soles. She closed her eyes, nearly hyperventilating and then she heard her voice, she never would have guessed she was Russian, she sounded more like a reporter from the BBC than the Daughter of a Russian crime boss. "I am going to tickle you Helen, im going to tickle your feet for as long as want, as hard as I want and however, I want. Im not going to stop tickling you until I have had enough, which trust me, will take a VERY long time." She paused and when she spoke again after each word she gave a dramatic pause letting the word linger and sink in " and........you............can..........not........stop........me" she let out a cruel childlike giggle.
She had never been tickled in her life, none that actually affected her, Helen had never grown used to it, never understood how to set up mental defences against this. A short tickle from the brats Mother had left her gasping and giggling now she was going to be tickled for a prolonged period by this little bitch.
Helen's thoughts were cut short when she felt a fingernail on each sole glide effortlessly up each sole, zig zagging, she caught her breath and gasps, unable to control herself muffled laughter started to spill out.
