SlaverTickler
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Plaything
Starring: TickleJen
By: SlaverTickler
MM/F, None Consent, Bondage, Abduction, & Light Sexual Content
Part 1: Snatch and Grab
It was very early on a Sunday morning when Jennifer left the club. She had gone there with several of her friends, all of whom found somebody to go home with. The brown haired beauty had met some possiblities herself, but the guys always seemed to blow their chance with some lewd comment or by being rude to the bartender or a waitress. At the end of the night Jen found herself walking home through the wooded area between her apartment and the club. One of her friends had offered her a ride home, but she saw the look on the face of the young man that was with her, and said no. He winked at her and mouthed thank you. He was cute, and Jen didn't want to be a "cock blocker" and ruin a good time for her friend.
As Jen made her way through the park she heard the snapping of a twig behind her. The Philly girl thought it might have been a small animal, but when she heard some heavy foot steps she decided to pick up her pace. How stupid could she have been to walk through the park at 2:00 am, she should have grabbed a cab, or taken her friend up on the offer for a ride. As her pace quickened so did that of the person(s) following her. As she ran she remembered something she'd read on the net, and fished around in her bag for her cell phone. If she could call one of her friends, her persuer may hear it and back off. Normally something like this was a good plan, however this was a more organized trap then Jen had considered, and while she was looking in her purse two men came out of the shadows and grabbed her. The cell phone fell from her hands and smashed on the ground.
With a hand over her mouth and several others grabbing her arms and legs, Jen was helpless to stop the men from lifting her off the ground and forcing her into the back of a tan van. Jen was sure she had seen a similar coloured van pull out of the "Night Spot" parking lot around the same time she had left the club. They must have been laying in wait, hoping some foolish girl would wander into there trap. Jennifer felt like such a fool for getting caught like this, she was just as angry with herself for breaking every rule a girl should follow as she was at the people for grabbing her.
"Let me go you assholes!" exlaimed Jen as she was pinned face down in the back of the van, "My room mates dad is the chief of police he'll find you if you hurt me!"
The men laughed as one tied Jennifer's wrist together behind her back, and another bent her legs back and pulled off her calve high leather boots. Jen loved those boots, they went great with her sexy clubbing outfit." What kind of men were these?", thought the woman, as her ankles were tied together. She writhed around desperately, causing her denim skirt to ride up, revealing her white french cut panties, and her breast almost popped out of her tube top.
"Hey, relax baby." said one of the men, "We aren't going to hurt you, we just want to make you happy."
"Then let me go." replied Jen, "That would make me very happy."
"Now see that's just real unfriendly like." said another voice, "Let me show you how I deal with the unfriendly."
Jen's eyes' opened wide as she felt a finger tip dragged across the sole of her foot. The woman's toes curled and she giggled like a school girl, the man holding her legs up cheered on his friend to continue while Jennifer laid there trying not to make any noise at all. The she felt more fingers dance across her arches and burst into giggles again. All the men in the van chuckled at their captives adorable laugh, as there companion raked his fingers over her feet over and over, sending jolts of sensation through her.
"This one is a keeper." said the driver, seeing Jen's face from via the rearview mirrior, "I can't wait till we get her back to the house so we can have some real fun with her."
"No... hehehe, hahahaha... don't... giggle, snort, giggle... stop it." squealed Jen as she struggled to get away, "I don't like this!" she screamed.
Jen wasn't being completely honest, she didn't care for the situation she found herself in, however she had always loved being tickled. It was very arousing for her, and she knew that if the men holding her kept going she would become so turned on she might submit to any demands just to have her sexual need fullfilled. Once they got her back to this house they were speaking of who knew what could happen, or how many of them there really were. The thought of it was both terrible and erotic at the same time. It was like her worst nightmare and greatest fantasy rolled into one.
"Please... hahahaha, hehehehe, hahahaha... y-you don't understand... hahahaha... I can't stand it... hehehehe, hahahaha... please stop... snort... let me go!" pleaded Jen.
"What you don't under stand is that's what makes it fun for us to do this." said one of the men, "So just enjoy it, you could probably use a good laugh, after all your friends all left the club with someone and..."
"Shut up you dick head!" interrupted one of the men, "How are we going to do this again if you give shit away."
"Sorry Joe I just..."
"Damn it, now you've said my name, good going HOWARD!" Joe said with an angry tone, "You hold her feet for a while."
Jen felt a chainge in who was holding her feet, and definitely noticed a change in the way they were tickled. Joe's anger was apparent in how his fingers worked over her arches. Where Howard had been soft and playful, his friends was rough and ruthless. Jen's giggle's turned into full fledged laughter, her squeals into screams, her nipples became painfully hard and her clit itched for a man's touch. It was such a contradiction, Jen wanted the tickling to stop so badly, and at the same time wanted the stimulation of her body to continue in different ways. The cravings to be licked, spanked, tweaked and probed, tickling was her one true weakness, it's affect on her wasn't unlike the Pied Pipers tune. Like the rats of Hamlin she was unable to resist.
The bound beauty twitched and squirmed under Howard's ruthless workings of her hapless soles. She screamed for him to stop, but the angry man simply dug in under her toes, causing her to squeal and laugh hysterically. The woman would have been pounding her fists into the floor of the van had her hands not been tied behind her back. All her squerming and wriggling caused her tube top to be pulled off her breast, and the soft rug like surface beneath her teased her stiff nipples and areolas. Jens labia were swollen and her clit throbbed with desire, the voice of lust screamed in her head, it wanted to be satiated so badly, yet she dare not give it, she had to rssist, just for her own piece of mind. Then everything stopped.
"Ok, get the chick out of here and into the basement, I'll meet you down there in 10 minutes." said Joe, "Try not to fuck up anymore tonight Howie."
"Ok Joe, I'm sorry about that." he replied.
To Be Continued...
Starring: TickleJen
By: SlaverTickler
MM/F, None Consent, Bondage, Abduction, & Light Sexual Content
Part 1: Snatch and Grab
It was very early on a Sunday morning when Jennifer left the club. She had gone there with several of her friends, all of whom found somebody to go home with. The brown haired beauty had met some possiblities herself, but the guys always seemed to blow their chance with some lewd comment or by being rude to the bartender or a waitress. At the end of the night Jen found herself walking home through the wooded area between her apartment and the club. One of her friends had offered her a ride home, but she saw the look on the face of the young man that was with her, and said no. He winked at her and mouthed thank you. He was cute, and Jen didn't want to be a "cock blocker" and ruin a good time for her friend.
As Jen made her way through the park she heard the snapping of a twig behind her. The Philly girl thought it might have been a small animal, but when she heard some heavy foot steps she decided to pick up her pace. How stupid could she have been to walk through the park at 2:00 am, she should have grabbed a cab, or taken her friend up on the offer for a ride. As her pace quickened so did that of the person(s) following her. As she ran she remembered something she'd read on the net, and fished around in her bag for her cell phone. If she could call one of her friends, her persuer may hear it and back off. Normally something like this was a good plan, however this was a more organized trap then Jen had considered, and while she was looking in her purse two men came out of the shadows and grabbed her. The cell phone fell from her hands and smashed on the ground.
With a hand over her mouth and several others grabbing her arms and legs, Jen was helpless to stop the men from lifting her off the ground and forcing her into the back of a tan van. Jen was sure she had seen a similar coloured van pull out of the "Night Spot" parking lot around the same time she had left the club. They must have been laying in wait, hoping some foolish girl would wander into there trap. Jennifer felt like such a fool for getting caught like this, she was just as angry with herself for breaking every rule a girl should follow as she was at the people for grabbing her.
"Let me go you assholes!" exlaimed Jen as she was pinned face down in the back of the van, "My room mates dad is the chief of police he'll find you if you hurt me!"
The men laughed as one tied Jennifer's wrist together behind her back, and another bent her legs back and pulled off her calve high leather boots. Jen loved those boots, they went great with her sexy clubbing outfit." What kind of men were these?", thought the woman, as her ankles were tied together. She writhed around desperately, causing her denim skirt to ride up, revealing her white french cut panties, and her breast almost popped out of her tube top.
"Hey, relax baby." said one of the men, "We aren't going to hurt you, we just want to make you happy."
"Then let me go." replied Jen, "That would make me very happy."
"Now see that's just real unfriendly like." said another voice, "Let me show you how I deal with the unfriendly."
Jen's eyes' opened wide as she felt a finger tip dragged across the sole of her foot. The woman's toes curled and she giggled like a school girl, the man holding her legs up cheered on his friend to continue while Jennifer laid there trying not to make any noise at all. The she felt more fingers dance across her arches and burst into giggles again. All the men in the van chuckled at their captives adorable laugh, as there companion raked his fingers over her feet over and over, sending jolts of sensation through her.
"This one is a keeper." said the driver, seeing Jen's face from via the rearview mirrior, "I can't wait till we get her back to the house so we can have some real fun with her."
"No... hehehe, hahahaha... don't... giggle, snort, giggle... stop it." squealed Jen as she struggled to get away, "I don't like this!" she screamed.
Jen wasn't being completely honest, she didn't care for the situation she found herself in, however she had always loved being tickled. It was very arousing for her, and she knew that if the men holding her kept going she would become so turned on she might submit to any demands just to have her sexual need fullfilled. Once they got her back to this house they were speaking of who knew what could happen, or how many of them there really were. The thought of it was both terrible and erotic at the same time. It was like her worst nightmare and greatest fantasy rolled into one.
"Please... hahahaha, hehehehe, hahahaha... y-you don't understand... hahahaha... I can't stand it... hehehehe, hahahaha... please stop... snort... let me go!" pleaded Jen.
"What you don't under stand is that's what makes it fun for us to do this." said one of the men, "So just enjoy it, you could probably use a good laugh, after all your friends all left the club with someone and..."
"Shut up you dick head!" interrupted one of the men, "How are we going to do this again if you give shit away."
"Sorry Joe I just..."
"Damn it, now you've said my name, good going HOWARD!" Joe said with an angry tone, "You hold her feet for a while."
Jen felt a chainge in who was holding her feet, and definitely noticed a change in the way they were tickled. Joe's anger was apparent in how his fingers worked over her arches. Where Howard had been soft and playful, his friends was rough and ruthless. Jen's giggle's turned into full fledged laughter, her squeals into screams, her nipples became painfully hard and her clit itched for a man's touch. It was such a contradiction, Jen wanted the tickling to stop so badly, and at the same time wanted the stimulation of her body to continue in different ways. The cravings to be licked, spanked, tweaked and probed, tickling was her one true weakness, it's affect on her wasn't unlike the Pied Pipers tune. Like the rats of Hamlin she was unable to resist.
The bound beauty twitched and squirmed under Howard's ruthless workings of her hapless soles. She screamed for him to stop, but the angry man simply dug in under her toes, causing her to squeal and laugh hysterically. The woman would have been pounding her fists into the floor of the van had her hands not been tied behind her back. All her squerming and wriggling caused her tube top to be pulled off her breast, and the soft rug like surface beneath her teased her stiff nipples and areolas. Jens labia were swollen and her clit throbbed with desire, the voice of lust screamed in her head, it wanted to be satiated so badly, yet she dare not give it, she had to rssist, just for her own piece of mind. Then everything stopped.
"Ok, get the chick out of here and into the basement, I'll meet you down there in 10 minutes." said Joe, "Try not to fuck up anymore tonight Howie."
"Ok Joe, I'm sorry about that." he replied.
To Be Continued...
