The Tormentor made a light lunch for Michele and placed it on the tray while she slept. Before leaving the room he again turned on the radio to gently wake her. Closing the door, he returned to the kitchen and fixed himself some lunch. He ate slowly as he contemplated exactly how he would torture Michele for the final session. After all, this would be his last opportunity.
Giving Michele enough time to eat and to settle her stomach a bit, the Tormentor went back into the room and addressed Michele. "Don't worry, we will finish in plenty of time to meet your plane. So long as you behave. <grin> Please lay back on the bed once again." Michele lay on her back and the Tormentor began placing the cuffs on but he mixed them up on purpose. "Oops, I have placed them on backwards. It would be a lot easier for you to just flip over than for me to re-attach." Michele smiled thinking this would be a relief and rolled over onto her stomach as the Tormentor tightened the cuffs chuckling under his breath. There would be no need for the blindfold in this session.
Stepping into the bathroom he returned with a spray bottle and set it at the base of the bed. Climbing onto the bed himself, he straddled Michele so he was facing her feet. Those precious feet he had scrubbed so soft and clean had been down on the carpet and needed to be washed. Setting the spray bottle to mist, he pulled the trigger wetting down both of Michele's feet as she let out a shocked Oooh! Of course the Tormentor had intentionally used cold water... When her feet were sprinkled with tiny drops of water all over, he changed the setting on the bottle to stream. Pointing directly at her right arch, he pulled the trigger. Surprised, Michele whooped. He continued pulling the trigger until she was laughing, then switched to her other foot and sprayed that arch. The wiggling of Michele's toes once again caught his eye and he turned the sprayer on them. Michele howled as her toes continued wiggling and they became g ood and wet and extremely ticklish.
Oooh those toes. The Tormentor loved toes. Having just had lunch, he was ready for something sweet. He bent forward and began nibbling on the pads of her toes. Michele didn't know what to think of this new sensation, but as he continued she could not stop from laughing. As he worked his teeth across one set of toes and onto the other Michele kept wiggling them, taunting him to continue with her delicious laughter. After a few minutes he brought his hands to her feet placing one hand on each arch. The Tormentor stuck out his tongue and began licking the soft wet skin under the pads of her toes and after the first cry from Michele he began wriggling his fingers on both arches at the same time. Continuing to lick in between and around her toes and torturing her arches Michele was writhing as she laughed and begged for him to stop - thus egging him on to more and more torture.
Eventually he did stop torturing her poor little toes and sat up glancing at her legs. As Michele gasped for air, he began crab clawing his way up the muscles of her calves. Michele was chuckling and laughing softly until he reached the soft underside of her knees. He felt her brace for the new sensations. To her surprise, the Tormentor grabbed the sprayer and misted her knees. The cold water caused her to refocus elsewhere and when she wasn't expecting it, his fingers began wiggling and tickling her soft skin. The water made her skin slippery allowing his fingers to slide very easily and quickly across her skin and the sensations so fast and furious left Michele screaming and laughing even louder then he expected. Pleased with her reaction, the Torturer stayed torturing Michele's knees until she couldn't beg anymore. Then he moved up to her thighs again crab clawing his way up and around the sides of her thighs. Again Mich ele was roaring with laughter and trying to move her legs away from his clawing fingers. Reaching the top of her thighs, he used a flat hand and dug several fingers into the top of her thigh and began shaking them back and forth. He dug deep into the top of this muscle as he shook sending waves of ticklish sensations down her legs and up her spine. He could feel the spasms of her body under him as the waves rushed through and the billowing laughter was music to his ears. He could have stayed like this forever, but there was still so much skin left to tantalize...
Pausing again, the Tormentor swiched positions so he was now straddling Michele's legs facing her head. Having worked his way up to her waist, he knew she would be expecting an attack on her sides. Never wanting to be predictable, however, he quickly slipped his fingers under her armpits and wiggled like crazy. Michele let out a scream before her laughter took over and the Tormentor knew he had made the right choice. His ticklish victim was smart, but he was smarter. She continued laughing as she thrashed as much as she could side to side, but his fingers attacked both her pits simultaneously and never left their mark. 10 fingers tormenting her poor little pits left her speechless as her laughing never stopped. Not ready for her to peak, he dropped his weapons down to her ribs as her screams became louder and more gutteral. She gasped for air and began calling out for God's help in between her torturous laughter. Oh how tho se 3rd and 4th ribs made her thrash and beg! Reaching her sides brought on another onslaught of screams and laughing, but God was still not heeding her cries for help. In fact, it appeared God was more interested in helping out the Tormentor by giving her the strength to withstand more and more of his devilish torture.
After a few moments on her sides, he tried a new tactic of slipping both hands under her belly as she bucked. When his fingers began to wiggle Michele instinctively pressed her belly fast against the bed trapping his hands under her. Poor Michele's body was working against her as his fingers shook back and forth making her roar with laughter. Then one of the Tormentor's fingers found her precious ticklish belly button and slipped inside to wiggle there as well. Hooting with surprise she tried to get away, but before she could raise her body, the Tormentor leaned forward putting his weight on top of her making it impossible for her to release his hands. Poor Michele was desperate and yet her body continued to laugh and laugh as the Tormentor had complete control over her. He finally slipped his hands out from under her and once more brought them up to her ribs. This time no more bucking or thrashing. She was completely pinned unde r him as he tormented those 3rd and 4th ribs. Barely able to breathe between waves of uncontrollable laughter Michele's body tensed and twitched. The ticklish sensations were too much for her to bear. Unable to withstand any more the Torturer felt her body tighten completely from head to toe and then relax as he knew she had once again passed out having gone past her limits.
Releasing Michele from her bondage, the Tormentor brought Michele's suitcase back into the room for when she awoke. Leaving the door open, he went to relax in the other room. About half an hour later a fully clothed Michele came out to see him suitcase in hand. He walked with her to the door and she turned to him saying "Thank you. This was the most horrible and wonderful get away of my life." "Well, if you're ever in the area again and feel brave enough to give it another go..." the Tormentor started and was interrupted by Michele's comment "Of if you ever want an assistant..." with a devilish grin. "...give me a call." the Tormentor finished as he winked and shut the door behind her.
Sitting back down in the kitchen the Tormentor sighed sorry that she had to go. He was also sorry he did not get to use his secret weapon because she never broke the agreement by asking a question. Well, maybe the next victim to win his weekend getaway won't be so lucky...
Giving Michele enough time to eat and to settle her stomach a bit, the Tormentor went back into the room and addressed Michele. "Don't worry, we will finish in plenty of time to meet your plane. So long as you behave. <grin> Please lay back on the bed once again." Michele lay on her back and the Tormentor began placing the cuffs on but he mixed them up on purpose. "Oops, I have placed them on backwards. It would be a lot easier for you to just flip over than for me to re-attach." Michele smiled thinking this would be a relief and rolled over onto her stomach as the Tormentor tightened the cuffs chuckling under his breath. There would be no need for the blindfold in this session.
Stepping into the bathroom he returned with a spray bottle and set it at the base of the bed. Climbing onto the bed himself, he straddled Michele so he was facing her feet. Those precious feet he had scrubbed so soft and clean had been down on the carpet and needed to be washed. Setting the spray bottle to mist, he pulled the trigger wetting down both of Michele's feet as she let out a shocked Oooh! Of course the Tormentor had intentionally used cold water... When her feet were sprinkled with tiny drops of water all over, he changed the setting on the bottle to stream. Pointing directly at her right arch, he pulled the trigger. Surprised, Michele whooped. He continued pulling the trigger until she was laughing, then switched to her other foot and sprayed that arch. The wiggling of Michele's toes once again caught his eye and he turned the sprayer on them. Michele howled as her toes continued wiggling and they became g ood and wet and extremely ticklish.
Oooh those toes. The Tormentor loved toes. Having just had lunch, he was ready for something sweet. He bent forward and began nibbling on the pads of her toes. Michele didn't know what to think of this new sensation, but as he continued she could not stop from laughing. As he worked his teeth across one set of toes and onto the other Michele kept wiggling them, taunting him to continue with her delicious laughter. After a few minutes he brought his hands to her feet placing one hand on each arch. The Tormentor stuck out his tongue and began licking the soft wet skin under the pads of her toes and after the first cry from Michele he began wriggling his fingers on both arches at the same time. Continuing to lick in between and around her toes and torturing her arches Michele was writhing as she laughed and begged for him to stop - thus egging him on to more and more torture.
Eventually he did stop torturing her poor little toes and sat up glancing at her legs. As Michele gasped for air, he began crab clawing his way up the muscles of her calves. Michele was chuckling and laughing softly until he reached the soft underside of her knees. He felt her brace for the new sensations. To her surprise, the Tormentor grabbed the sprayer and misted her knees. The cold water caused her to refocus elsewhere and when she wasn't expecting it, his fingers began wiggling and tickling her soft skin. The water made her skin slippery allowing his fingers to slide very easily and quickly across her skin and the sensations so fast and furious left Michele screaming and laughing even louder then he expected. Pleased with her reaction, the Torturer stayed torturing Michele's knees until she couldn't beg anymore. Then he moved up to her thighs again crab clawing his way up and around the sides of her thighs. Again Mich ele was roaring with laughter and trying to move her legs away from his clawing fingers. Reaching the top of her thighs, he used a flat hand and dug several fingers into the top of her thigh and began shaking them back and forth. He dug deep into the top of this muscle as he shook sending waves of ticklish sensations down her legs and up her spine. He could feel the spasms of her body under him as the waves rushed through and the billowing laughter was music to his ears. He could have stayed like this forever, but there was still so much skin left to tantalize...
Pausing again, the Tormentor swiched positions so he was now straddling Michele's legs facing her head. Having worked his way up to her waist, he knew she would be expecting an attack on her sides. Never wanting to be predictable, however, he quickly slipped his fingers under her armpits and wiggled like crazy. Michele let out a scream before her laughter took over and the Tormentor knew he had made the right choice. His ticklish victim was smart, but he was smarter. She continued laughing as she thrashed as much as she could side to side, but his fingers attacked both her pits simultaneously and never left their mark. 10 fingers tormenting her poor little pits left her speechless as her laughing never stopped. Not ready for her to peak, he dropped his weapons down to her ribs as her screams became louder and more gutteral. She gasped for air and began calling out for God's help in between her torturous laughter. Oh how tho se 3rd and 4th ribs made her thrash and beg! Reaching her sides brought on another onslaught of screams and laughing, but God was still not heeding her cries for help. In fact, it appeared God was more interested in helping out the Tormentor by giving her the strength to withstand more and more of his devilish torture.
After a few moments on her sides, he tried a new tactic of slipping both hands under her belly as she bucked. When his fingers began to wiggle Michele instinctively pressed her belly fast against the bed trapping his hands under her. Poor Michele's body was working against her as his fingers shook back and forth making her roar with laughter. Then one of the Tormentor's fingers found her precious ticklish belly button and slipped inside to wiggle there as well. Hooting with surprise she tried to get away, but before she could raise her body, the Tormentor leaned forward putting his weight on top of her making it impossible for her to release his hands. Poor Michele was desperate and yet her body continued to laugh and laugh as the Tormentor had complete control over her. He finally slipped his hands out from under her and once more brought them up to her ribs. This time no more bucking or thrashing. She was completely pinned unde r him as he tormented those 3rd and 4th ribs. Barely able to breathe between waves of uncontrollable laughter Michele's body tensed and twitched. The ticklish sensations were too much for her to bear. Unable to withstand any more the Torturer felt her body tighten completely from head to toe and then relax as he knew she had once again passed out having gone past her limits.
Releasing Michele from her bondage, the Tormentor brought Michele's suitcase back into the room for when she awoke. Leaving the door open, he went to relax in the other room. About half an hour later a fully clothed Michele came out to see him suitcase in hand. He walked with her to the door and she turned to him saying "Thank you. This was the most horrible and wonderful get away of my life." "Well, if you're ever in the area again and feel brave enough to give it another go..." the Tormentor started and was interrupted by Michele's comment "Of if you ever want an assistant..." with a devilish grin. "...give me a call." the Tormentor finished as he winked and shut the door behind her.
Sitting back down in the kitchen the Tormentor sighed sorry that she had to go. He was also sorry he did not get to use his secret weapon because she never broke the agreement by asking a question. Well, maybe the next victim to win his weekend getaway won't be so lucky...
