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All my own work, all fictional. Hope it's enjoyable.


The bar was heaving with people. Buzzing activity everywhere and the noise the dull low beat, was piercing her ears. The air was a mix of cheep aftershave and purfume that burnt the back of her throat, not to mention the stale sweet smell of sick coming from the loo's.

She felt the tightness of an impending headache and looked at her watch. Two more Hours of hell she sighed silently to herself, biting down the want to throw her badge onto the bar and run for the fresh crisp air outside.

Why she had taken this job was still a mystery to her but she needed money and badly so. She worked the Bar at Nights, normally as many hours as she could physically take and in the Day she cleaned the Houses of some old People. What a void she was, her dreams crumpled by her lack of support, her Family uncaring and as for Friends, she couldn't Name One.

She busied herself, cleaning glasses, taking orders and avoiding the few lone Men leering at her, propped up against the bar, alcohol flooding their eyes and wanting a quick fuck or blowjob 'after hours'.
Her time checking became more apparent, each second drawing out another part of her soul and a single tear sprang from her eye. She wiped it away with anger on the back of her sleeve.

'Get a fucking grip' she spoke softly into the stale air surrounding her.

"And what should I 'fucking grip'? Beautiful One" Came a deep voice to her left.

She swirled and almost lost her footing, grabbing the bar counter she looked down to a Man sitting on the bar stool, staring intently at her.

She felt her cheeks blush and took a deep breathe, Damn her open mouth, think later policy!

"Sorry, I was just speaking out loud. What can I get you?" She said in a bold but false voice.

He didn't answer but stared at her deeply. She felt her cheeks flush and a sudden need to run and hide but she stood her ground. This was just another snob in a suit. He was handsome but they all were, until they opened their mouths and the normal shit flooded out. She met his eyes with her own and raised her eyebrow. His eyes didn't move from hers but the corners of his mouth lifted and he then winked.

Typical she thought, another 'richer than sense' Man thinking she is an easy lay. She sighed and turned her back on him. After wiping down the shelves and pouring some more drinks she peeked to where he was sitting, but he had gone. She smiled, her small victory over the big people made her ego jump from rock bottom to the pigeon step.

Finally, her shift was over. Not so easy though. She always had to wait while the too drunk to stand clients were herded out by the insanely large, often brainless bouncers, and she had to clean all the counters down. She was finished and fast, tonight had dragged her emotions low and she was desperate to sink into a hot bath and wash away all her frustrations. Grabbing her coat she dashed to the side Staff door, throwing a distant wave to the Staff still there and muttering 'FREEDOM'.

The cold night air hit her lungs hard and she gulped it down like it was fine wine. She stood by the door as her senses boomed back to life and she smiled knowing that tonight she would sleep deeply and for a short moment she forgot her troubles and the emptiness she felt inside. She walked to her car, old battered and one hell of a noise when starting, and slipping the key from her jacket she fumbled to undo the lock.

She didn't sense anything, not until a strong hand was around her waist and something was pressed onto her face. Her mind went into overdrive and she became wild. Her arms coming behind her at the speed of light, she tried to claw and scratch whoever was holding her but then everything became slow. Her mind dulled and she felt her body slip her mind sinking..

Blackness.

I'm awake? No I am sleeping, OK time to wake the fuck up! Distant sounds, memories. The Bar, car, hands, something on her mouth. Blackness! She felt the fog clearing but it was slow and in frustration she tried to wipe her eyes. OK I am dreaming she thought, now my body won't move. She lay still, wondering when she would wake, no panic bad dream was all. She told herself she needed to slow down a little, rest more then having dreams like this wouldn't happen. The fog was becoming a mist and her head was thumping. "Time for some painkillers" She tried to say...Her ears picking up the mumbled words coming from her mouth and it's at that exact moment her body sprung to life with fear, total absolute fear! She tried to open and close her mouth but something hard yet soft was stopping her. She tried to move but her whole body was immobile and she was cold, very cold. She had sight but it was still foggy and she tried to lift her head to look around her but something on her forehead was stopping her.

She screamed, a deep explosive scream shot from her and she fought to break free. The efforts were pointless and as her sight came back to her, the fog lifted she saw him! The Man from the bar, the one that winked at her, Standing calmly next to her face, looking down at her and smiling.

Her muffled pleading and begging came and fast. Followed by tears, flooding from her soul with total panic. Her mind throwing out sights of her body found naked, dead. She was hit with a total primal sense of survival along with a deep anger that this was it, this is how her life was going to end.

He looked down at her, watching her fruitless struggles, the tears flooding her cheeks and the words from her mouth which he understood too well. It was always the same, they show fear, panic and a desperate need to escape yet it is followed by the surprise, begging and then pleasure.

Bending down to her face, he wiped her tears with a soft cloth, then spoke.

"I have been watching you for quite sometime. I am not going to hurt you, that you may not believe but soon you will. In fact soon you shall be coming back to me, again and again, even if you detest me, you will want me like you have wanted nothing in your life before"

Confusion hit her, not going to hurt her? Then why the fuck was she tied like this and coming back? Anger came from her stomach and she muffled "Fuck you bastard"

He laughed, understanding her words and spoke again.

"Why I have wanted you so long my dear. That fire inside you is an aphrodisiac to me"

He moved away and she tried to follow his movements with her eyes, loosing him quickly as her head was secured to god knows what. She tried to breathe, trying to gain some clarity to her mind, ready to fight him as best she could. Her helplessness frustrating but she was going to go down fighting.

She heard a scrapping sound, something being moved and a large mirror came into her view, It was sliding across the ceiling on runners above her head and stopped right over her body.

"NOOOOO" she wailed into the gag.

She looked up at the vision above her knowing she was seeing herself as he now did. She was naked, totally naked. Her body strapped to what looked like a cross. Her legs wide apart, too wide. As she started in terror, she realized she wasn't naked, she was tightly wrapped in what looked plastic, tight plastic film covered her skin, she looked closer, the need to know, overtaking the want to shut her eyes tightly. Black straps were around her ankles, knees, top of her thighs, waist, under her breasts, the tops of her arms, elbows, wrists and one across her forehead. Yes she was covered in plastic film but her feet, pussy, breasts, hands and face were free.

Her eyes stared wildly into the mirror and her thoughts came loud and fast. OK so not only have I been kidnapped but kidnapped by some total freak!
She couldn't take her eyes off the mirror, it becoming a vessel of sight for her, the need to close her eyes was huge, shut out whatever was going to happen, not seeing, not believing but the want to see, to watch, to know was too overwhelming for her.
She saw him move into view and he walked over to her head. Bringing up his arm he showed her a long feather, and he ran it teasingly over his hand.

"Like I said little One, I am not going to hurt you, well not in the sense you are now fearing. I am going to tickle you my Dear, tickling you for Hours and Hours. I shall touch you with no part of my body, just sweet little objects like this"

She screamed again into the gag. Tickling? OK please someone wake me up from this nightmare she thought, her mind racing back to old memories of being tickled by her Friends when she was young. She hated it then, but like this? This was evil HE was evil and anger once more flooded her brain. She shut her eyes tightly, refusing to admit her defeat and she tried to to....

The lightest touch of the feather on her nose made her sneeze deeply and she heard him chuckle. Her eyes flashed open and she watched in terror as the feather moved to her cheeks and then ears. She let out a wail of screams, she tried to turn her head away but she knew that any movement was pointless. She only now saw the feather, he vanished from her mind and her eyes followed the feather on the mirror as is teased her ears and face.

The tears long gone, she felt a warmth inside her, something she had never felt before and a smile came to her face. Her mind battling the tender touches of the feather and trying to show no care to what she was feeling.

She watched in total horror as the feather moved from her face down over the plastic to her breasts and she squealed like a pig being slaughtered. The touch of it when it teased over her breast was utter torture and a series of pleading and begging no's erupted from her but not only that, she was laughing. A deep forced laugh exploded from her and she shuddered.

The feather carried on, soft light strokes up and around her breasts, then onto the nipples teasing each in turn and the warmth inside her grew.

She had been so focused on the feather she didn't register the Man moving back to her face. The feather teasing her skin, her breasts and nipples feeling like they were going to explode off her chest.


"Well look at this my Dear" He said laughing and running the tip of the feather over her nipples. "Looks like you enjoy this just as much as I do"

She glared into his eyes then looked into the mirror and she blushed a deep red. Her nipples were hard, hard little buds exposing themselves for all to see. Tears sprung to her eyes in shame, why was her body doing this?

The feather teased her nipples again, and the deep warmth inside her was getting unbearable, She had this sudden huge urge to close her legs, she was starting to slip into something she was fighting to control and she was confused with what she was feeling.

As the feather carried on its assault on her nipples, the warmth inside her grew and she started to feel wet. Her thigh muscles started to contract against her vagina walls and she felt the desire build so deeply she heard herself moan. Shock rippled though her mind but she moaned again louder. Her mind and her body becoming two separate vessels she felt the orgasm explode from her pussy. Her whole body in tight spasms, unable to move a muscle the whole power concentrated to her nipples and clit, she thought she was going to die.

"Well done" Came his deep voice, clear with excitement. " That was Number One, now lets try for Two shall we?"

She tried to catch his eye, plead with him to stop this, fuck please stop, but he moved down her body and she saw his stop at her feet. She screamed into the gag again, panic flooding her senses.

Watching the mirror, she couldn't take her eyes off it, she saw him pull a stool out and sit on it, in between her feet.

She was trying to focus hard but her mind was becoming distant, the deep orgasm wasn't leaving her body, it was like a dull ache inside her stomach. Her eyes opened wildly as she saw him hold out a long thin pointy brush. Without a word he brought the brush up to the sole of her right foot and she tried to jerk her foot away from him. She heard him laugh and she watched in terror as the tip of the brush got closer and closer to her bare sole. The build up was always how he liked it. Making them see the torture before the feelings. He smiled warmly up into the mirror, catching her eye, then drew the tip of the brush up her soft sole.

She screamed, oh she screamed and screamed and screamed. Her feet able to move she twisted her foot to the left and right, but it only aided his skills. The soft point of the brush started to move to her toes and a deep laughed exploded from her, she shut her eyes hard trying anything to control her mind and body but she was loosing her sanity.
Her eyes opened wide as she felt something on her other foot, both feet now suffering the same fate. In each hand he held a brush. The one one the left was thin and she could tell soft, the one on the right looked bigger, harder and she was right. He leaned in closer to her feet and she shuddered. Each brush then started to twirl over her soles. The soft and the hard stoking them without pattern and she howled deeply into the gag.

He twisted both brushes with expert hands, light and soft, hard then powerful. Over and over her soles, up to her insanely wiggling toes then back down again. Her chest was hurting now, the laughter bruising her ribs and she broke out into a mix of tears and laughter. No thoughts came to her now, her mind was blank, only the feel of the brushes consumed her mind. He stopped and she took breath, her body shaking against the bonds that held her. He watched her in the mirror, waiting for her breathing to settle then he started again but this time it was her toes. The hard and soft brushes pushed between her toes and she lots all sanity, her muffled sounds became unclear. The brushes sparked something inside her and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Each brush twisting into her toes, he took his time, her wiggling feet now acting like she had foot cramp her toes in spasms, he paid extra care to the big toe on each foot, the area he liked the most.

She was floating, her mind racked her body more so. She didn't feel him stop, the spider like feelings across her feet still assaulting her senses. She lay limp in the shell she was unable to move in and slowly her breathing became lighter. Her head started to clear and she began to think the worst was over. Her eyes closed, her senses lost she didn't see or hear him shift the stool further up between her legs. She felt the first touch on her clit though. Her eyes popped open with such force she was surprised they were still in the sockets. She stared wildly into the mirror and watched in total horror as the hard brush began to stroke her clit. She screamed like she had never screamed before, her body took control of itself and she fought with all she had left to close her legs and break free.

He twisted the hard brush over her clit, then down the lips of her pussy to her anal hole and there he twisted it again. Her whole body exploded into electric shocks and she convulsed under the tight bonds. He took his time, knowing perfectly what the end result would be. He switched from the hard brush to the soft then to the feather, giving special longed treatment to her now rock hard clit. he watched in the mirror as her eyes rolled again and he pushed her over the edge. As he then pushed the tip of the hard brush slightly inside her and twisted it, she exploded.

Her orgasm was the strongest she had ever had. her screams silent, her teeth biting down hard onto the gag. Her mind pushed somewhere black and her juices shot all over his hands, as she spasmed violently pee followed and he ducked out the way just in time.

She was empty, drained, floating. How long she has been there she had no clue, normal thoughts lost to her, her only feeling the deep warmth within her and her whole body shuddered without control.

She heard his soft voice close to her.

"Welcome back" He said softly "I am not normally surprised but you are a little treasure and have surprised me greatly. However we do have one more little game to play"

She bucked wildly her sense of survival flooding back, he was going to kill her, she would die, she was sure she would die if she came like that again. He took no notice to her protests but brought up a thick white long object with a flat ball like head to her face.

" This is called a magic wand my dear. You are going to learn all about its magic and come to love it" He laughed at her.

With that she watched, eyes wide with fear as he switched a button and she heard the vibration a deep vibrating sound that scared her deeply. He brought it down to her clit and held it there firmly, moving it slightly up and down.

I'm dying she screamed in her mind please stop I AM DYING!

He wiped her face with a cloth as he forced another Two strong orgasms from her shattered body and then she fainted.


Rubbing her eyes, she sat bolt upright, fear exploding from her body and she screamed, she fell from the bed and it took but short moments for her to realize she was at Home, her room..safe!
She looked around, unsure what the hell had just happened but yes this was her room. She checked her body in the mirror, she was OK, normal, just looked like she had had one hell of a bad dream. She tried to think back, keys in the car...then....? In confusion and an utter disgust ran though her veins and she shivered in the cold. The feelings flooded back to her and she fought back the feelings of disappointment.

That's it she thought, I so need to leave here and sort my life out. She lay back on her bed and as she turned she noticed something on her desk. Rising, she moved softly to the desk and stared in utter horror. On cream card, were the words 'To be continued' and next to it a soft white feather.


😛
 
Excellent little story, Daisy! 😀 As I've mentioned on FetLife, your lack of reliance on the "hahaha"s that so commonly accompany vignettes like this really allow us to focus on the creative pictures you paint for us with your words. Granted, our nameless protagonist couldn't have vocalized said laughter due to the gag, anyway, but still. xP

Speaking of gag, her bondage itself was quite innovative, and deliciously diabolical, what with the exposing of her sensitive spots while she could hardly move an inch. I can tell you're a big fan of super strict bondage. 😉 The sliding mirror above her was a very nice touch, as well. Again, with all of these elements, along with the developing emotions during the scene, you did a nice job of letting us see deeper than what's simply on the surface.

Also, I love how you've ended it, with that "To be continued" note. Very clever way of keeping us wondering what's to come next, without just coming out and saying it. xD There were a bunch of grammar/spelling errors in this story, but considering that you've basically wrote it in one night, I'm still impressed. 🙂

Thanks for sharing it here for us, and welcome to the TickleTheater! :happy:
 
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