*ROBACE-RADIO FANS* I would just like to thank Robace again on behalf of all the golden feather award nominees for the special show that he devoted to the contest. As announced on that broadcast for this particular story I will be doing a one of a kind COMMENT CONTEST! The person who posts the best comment will get a free requested story of at least 25 pages. I know that offers for story requests often go unanswered so I thought I would do my part to give back a little.
And I would also like to thank the incomparable Nicole Skye. Without her help inspiration and guidance none of this would really be possible. I have never met anyone as generous, kind, selfless, and caring as she has been to me in all the days of my life.
This is a direct continuation from the first chapter of my sordid little tale. To those of you just joining us, this is a story about transformation. It is an opportunity to sit one on one having a direct conversation with EVIL. Imagine being able to have a face to face with someone telling you step by step their journey to ticklish depravity. I hope that this interesting dialogue helps people discover as much about themselves as I have about my own little demons. Thank you to everyone that takes the time to read this rather long installment. This is much less what this was meant to be, and much more what it just became. This is a full length tickling novel and I believe the first of its kind in this venue. I hope that I do not disappoint. To all of my old friends I hope that you find this work as fulfilling as my last, to all my new travelers in invite you on a journey into the anatomy of sheer madness. And I would like to cordially invite you ALL to my DYSFUNCTION:
Of all the things that I had to do, to become what I was always meant to be, this was the hardest. In order to do anything great in this world you have to make hard choices. Sometimes you have to do things that make you feel a pain more intense than anything that you could have ever imagined in order to experience life’s most rapturous forms of pleasure.
Five months was a long time, but it had to be done. I just got the point where I couldn’t take anymore of the way things were. I couldn’t live another second without being honest with myself. Most people never have the courage to make the really tough decisions. Choosing between the path that leads to the things they really want, and the path of least resistance. In this part of our little tale I finally work up the courage to take the road less traveled that leads away from the little princess of my adolescent daydreams.
It’s definitely not an easy thing to stay away from someone you love. Your heart aches. You would give anything in the world just to hear them laugh again, just to listen to them talk on and on for hours letting their voice linger in the air for all eternity, just to see them smile at you one more time and let their joy become the source of your own. It’s a hard thing telling yourself over and over that it’s best for the both of you that you aren’t around each other that much right now… Trust me; it takes a long time to convince yourself.
I think that the dreams are the worst. No matter how much you throw yourself into your work, lock the door, space out in front of the T.V. or run errands to pass the time, there’s nothing in the world that can stop the person you’re in love with from dancing through your nighttimes reminding you of joys past. The subconscious is a funny thing. It’s an amazing contrast when your most blissful nocturnal innovations become your worst nightmares. Just imagine the insufferable heartbreak of waking up in the middle of the night horrified that the blissful picnic with that special someone in your mind was just another vivid concoction of your R.E.M. cycle.
Most people give up, most people crack, most people settle for the familiar rut that they have been stuck in for longer than they can remember because the pain of change is just too great. NOT ME… NOT ANYMORE. No matter how much it hurt, I was going to take what I deserved. No matter how long it took, I was going to show the world the wondrous monstrosities that this “MASTER” brought bubbling to the surface. I was going to become Perfect… no matter what the cost.
A great man once said, “A man’s greatest hour, his moment of greatest accomplishment is when he lays exhausted, having spent everything, on the battlefield: Victorious. I believe that. But remember, he never said there wouldn’t be scars. Trust me there are. From what I have learned, the scares of a knife are much different than the scars of the heart. But somehow, despite all the hurt, all the pain, and the horrible silence from my deepest love, I found the strength to “Carry On.”
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“Listen, I understand that you have been doing business with them for a long time, Phil. I know exactly how you feel. That’s the same way that I have felt about some of my suppliers in the past. But I found out that all the god feelings in the world weren’t going to change the fact that they were constantly late with the parts that I ordered. At some point you have to make a decision between the people that you feel good about and the people who can make fulfill their end of a business deal.”
“I guess I can see what you mean, Mark. But I still….”
“Listen, right now your entire product line is running behind 2 weeks because your transporter can’t figure out how to keep his trucks running on time. In this economy do you think that you can afford those delays? How long do you think it’ll be before the retailers start looking around for someone else who can get product on their shelves when they order it? Look Phil, I’m not asking you to make a choice here. I’m just trying to help you see that you really don’t have a choice. I can get your entire line caught up in two weeks and I can guarantee delivery of any purchase in the tri-state area within 72 hours. Phil, just think about how many more break pads you are going to be able to sell when you can drop my companies name in response to our mounting dependability concerns....”
-SILENCE-
“Mark… I think you’re right. YES… you’ve earned my business. I have given Harbor Transport far too much of MY MONEY to be left in the lurch like this. You’ve got yourself another regional customer. When can we get started?”
“Trust me, Phil, You made the right decision. I am going to get you in contact with Jim Thornton. He’s my head of New Customers and Scheduling. Just call Marcy; she’ll connect you with him. I’ll e-mail you a copy of the contract this evening when I get home for you to review. We can sit down and go over it in the morning at Ina’s to review it, then you can come back to my office for the signing. Does that work for you?”
“It most certainly does. Mark I have to tell you… thank you for your persistence. I think that you can tell that I am a little sentimental in my old age. I know that I should have done this the first time that we talked, but I would have never gone through with it if you didn’t follow up. Thanks for never giving up on me.”
“That’s no problem Phil. It’s what I’m here for. I really look forward to doing business with you, Phil… I’ll talk with you in the morning.”
Mark confidently closed his cell phone as that familiar smile of satisfaction began to creep across his face. VICTORY. It felt so sweet. Mark never knew how fulfilling it would be to help someone say yes.
Since he first went to work for his father in his late teens, he had always been in the administrative (early on clerical) part of the business. He was always managing and coordinating and filling out endless stacks of paperwork. It was his job, he never disliked it. He felt very fortunate to be in a position to inherent such a corporation some day. He dare not curse his birthright. Still, he had never thought the wonders that would lay in new client Acquisition.
With every day that passes his fathers stamp on their generational company became more and more just a name. It was the way of things in the Saddler family. Ever since his grandfather in the depression with his father, the son would take out the fathers trash and perform whatever menial tasks his father could think of until he was deemed worthy to handle real responsibility. Then slowly over time they were assimilated into every aspect of the companies function so that one day they could facilitate an endless series of fishing trips and tee times for their old man. Now it was Mark’s turn to allow his father his well deserved rest from corporate life and put his own blossoming career into full swing.
A few months before, when his father first brought him to this last hurdle in his business expertise, Mark did not know how he would take to the Sales end of the family enterprise. Whenever you ask someone to take part in your service there is no guarantee that they are going to say yes. Every offer is another tiny risk that you have to keep taking over and over again if you want to be successful. As it turns out, Mark was hooked.
Mark began to love the chase. He loved doing research on all his prospective clients. He loved the hours and hours that he spent quietly with himself thinking about the things that would be most important to them and why they should use his transportation services. He loved the strategy, he loved the posturing, but more than anything he became ADDICTED to that one three letter word that now became the center of his Universe: “Yes!”
Just that subtle symbol of approval validated all of the work that he put in, all the books that he read on people skills, all the handshakes, all the smiles, all the long conversations to gain favor with secretaries, his entire existence. The greatest benefit however was finally finding that NICHE (That task that really completed him as a person.)
For the first time in his life Mark had actually exceeded his father’s grand expectations. The most surprising thing is that it didn’t require him to change who he was this time. He just became more and more the person he had always been. It felt so natural; it felt like what he was born to do. In just a few months he had increased their volume by more than 12% and they were on pace to break their previous high for receipts in a fiscal year.
What do you do for a living? Do you love it… or is it just something to pay the bills? Does your profession STRETCH YOU? If it doesn’t, then if you ever get the chance-find one that does… Take it from me. It will be the best decision hat you will ever make in your life.
You see, just like the muscles in your arms and legs, parts of your personality have to be used to be useful. Sometimes something as simple as a change in someone’s career can be the last piece to the puzzle to unlocking their real persona. New goals, new objectives, new challenges, new obstacles to overcome, all of these can blend together to really work and stretch parts of you that have been dormant for your entire life. Once you realize what’s been hiding inside of you for so long, you’d be AMAZED at what you are capable of…
Remember, most people spend their whole lives doing things that are “comfortable.” That’s why most people never do anything Great!
Mark was ecstatic. The thrill of bringing in another big account was only one part of this special day. He still couldn’t believe who he had shared breakfast with this morning. In the course of his new endeavors courting key decision makers Mark had transformed the vast majority of his meals during the day into yet another prime slot for business appointments. Mark was very focused on compressing time frames for his business growth, but this morning’s trip to Ann Sather’s was very different. It’s not every day that you get to reconnect with someone special from your past that you began to assume was lost forever. Mark could barely believe the feeling of just sitting down to have a meal with this person after all this time. There was so much that he had wanted to say, but remarkably for the first few minutes he found himself speechless. These last five months have been really tough on Mark. One day to let these new joys overwhelm him seemed more than fair.
In fact Mark’s day had moved along so nicely that he decided to take the rest of the evening off. He had been working well into the wee hours of the morning doing market research to prepare for meetings with key business prospects. Mark knew that after all the long hours, follow up calls, and sales presentations that a night off wasn’t too much of a self reward. Most people wouldn’t consider leaving at 4:30 all that special, but these days it was a sharp contrast to the numerous midnight sessions that Mark has grown accustom to.
Mark felt a little awkward walking down his sidewalk on the way home. He wasn’t used to taking this stroll while the sun was still shinning. Even though there was still a part of him that felt a little out of place away from the office, Mark allowed himself to slide deeper and deeper into the glorious feeling of a well deserved rest from battle. With every small victory and every new client won Mark could feel his confidence growing inside of him like a small child. As this infant grew within his subconscious, Mark could feel himself subtly altering the way that he perceived even the tiniest detail of reality as he grew into the Man that he was to become.
Now the Carmel colored coffee that Mark drank in the morning was more than just a sweet chaser to his eggs and bacon: it was now the fiery liquid energy that would fuel his burning desire to achieve his goals one more day. The alarm going off to rouse him from his sleep was no longer the unwelcome disturbance of blissful slumber: it is now the bell signaling the beginning of another exciting round in his bout with destiny. Risks were no longer a source of fear or trepidation: they were recurring opportunities for new success and new adventures.
Just extending his hand to open the door to his apartment building he couldn’t help but admire the gold cuff links in his stiffly starched shirt. Just seeing the sunlight gently illuminate and reflect off of the shiny gold material made Mark feel like a confident savvy businessman ready for any challenge that came before him. The feeling of his crisply starched Maroon shirt and his flowing pressed khaki pants made him feel focused, and set on the tasks in front of him. Hearing the clack of his leather shoes as he climbed the flight of stairs leading to his floor reminded him of all the steps he was taking to the new goals that had set for himself and his Family’s heritage.
Like most young men his age, Mark was coming into his age of invincibility. Closing a deal in under an hour or leaping small buildings in a single bound Mark felt that he do anything right now. As he walked down his hallways, he even allowed his mind to wander to the diesel repair chain that he was secretly courting for acquisition. He knew that his father would be floored should he be the first in his bloodline to diversify the family enterprise, but all that could wait until tomorrow. Right now he just wanted to take a few hours to himself reading the latest Dark Hunter novel while eating the Chinese spare ribs that had been dancing in the back of his mind since he hung up his cell phone. Vampires, Greek Mythology, and shrimp fried rice would be a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle of burgers sandwiched between board meetings.
Now, in the midst of all that has transpired, the hardest part of Mark’s day has nothing to do with sales call, strategy sessions, or dealing with upset customers. Even the most intimidating corporate meeting is nothing compared to the trauma of having to walk past Her door every day on his way home.
It had gotten easier since Mark first decided it best they take a break from their tenured companionship, but not much. It just felt wrong walking past her day after day. In a way it felt like he was abandoning her, but he knew that right now he wasn’t ready to really be there the way she needed with all that was going on in her life. In addition to “HIM” She was enjoying many successes of her own. The top securities producer in the State of Illinois probably found a way to keep herself busy while Mark collected his thoughts over the past few months, (and that’s what Mark was really afraid of.) Still, Mark knew that when the Time was right, they would start talking regularly again. He just knew that time was a long way off.
Even when we are at rest, the Earth is always spinning, but we do not feel it move…
Opening the door to his foyer, Mark was greeted with the memory of a sweet familiar fragrance that felt like it was really wafting through his nostrils. Just reading the numbers on her apartment door played terrible tricks on his subconscious. Even superman has his kryptonite, and she is his. He tried to block her out of his mind as he walked into the kitchen, but for some reason the memory of her beautiful scent lingered much longer than usual today. He opened the refrigerator to retrieve a glass of water and started the unending quest of remembering where he had last placed his book… Whenever his thoughts wandered back to her reading usually brought his mind back to reality. Although, reading her detailed E-mails of her new found companion had been the source of more than a little turmoil.
Sipping his water slowly and searching through drawers furiously Mark couldn’t seem to find his new novel anywhere. Usually he left it in the drawer right next to the fridge making it easy to find (to avoid frenzied searches just like the one consuming him at present), but it was not uncommon for it to be misplaced. He opened drawers, looked on top of cabinets, he even thought to look in the freezer just to be sure (hey, it wouldn’t be the first time: reading while you are exhausted makes you do funny things), but he still couldn’t find it.
To make things worse, that remnant of her sweet perfume was still providing a rather insistent distraction. As he hastily rummaged through the rest of the countertops in his kitchen looking for his evening entertainment he could swear that he ever heard her muffled giggles at his plight. For some reason, she always found it very amusing to see Mark frustrated.
Mark thought for a moment that he might finally be loosing it until at last he found it… No wait that’s last year’s installment. No book, no clues, and his subconscious mind still focused on the object of his failed affections. Calling Mark’s current situation irritating would be a colossal understatement. Just as he was beginning to become really irritated at himself for his absentmindedness…
“Looking for This?” Mark froze… It couldn’t be. He turned slowly to his living area and there sitting legs crossed was the lovely girl next door thumbing through the first few pages of his book. “You know Mark… You really shouldn’t leave your door open!”
Claire stood still giggling lightly from watching Mark’s bout with futility. As she strode around the couch swaying back and forth to meet him, Mark’s entire world seemed to stop. She was absolutely radiant. Mark had seen her in dreams many nights past and she had never been this angelic. Her hair seemed to be just a little bit longer. Her face had a shine that was overwhelmingly familiar, with a hint of new life that drew Mark into the deepest recesses of her endearing dimples. She wore a tight fitting black dress that hugged every gentle curve that had haunted Mark’s tortured mind all these month’s past. Mark could hear the gentle clacking of her heels against the tile floor as she stepped into the kitchen. The hem of her dress hit wonderfully in the middle of her thigh, exposing enough of her toned silky legs to capture any man’s attention. Her toned legs flexed with every step in her scintillating shoes that helped accentuate all of her dearest assets. The shinny black leather contrasting against her beautiful olive skin was a perfect compliment to the intoxicating dress that she was wearing.
Mark could hardly tear his eyes away from her bare neckline and the thin black straps that only served to accentuate her slender shoulders, delicate arms, flowing neck, and always lure him back to her smile, that smile, the smile that took away any hope of reason. Her full crimson lips perfectly matched the crimson fingernails that held his book in her soft hands as she stood in front of him. Just standing there, admiring the beautiful dream standing so confidently in front of him, Mark was utterly speechless.
“Oh I’m sorry ‘Mr. Saddler’… I thought you were your son! Would you tell him that I stopped by? Hehehehe!” Claire could not help but poke a little fun at her dear friend for his new choice of ensemble. She had never seen him wear a tie before. She took the fluent golden silk in her right hand in curious admiration. As much as Mark fought against becoming his father, here he was dressed in the best traditions of the Saddler line. “I’m just teasing, Mark. Really, this looks good on you. I always knew it would. I bet it sure feels different than jeans and t-shirts huh?”
Mark’s entire concept of time froze in a second. He knew that he had to respond but he couldn’t. Claire’s smile was bad enough, but her beautiful hazel eyes looked right through him. He feared that she would see all the horrid things that had been racing through his mind these past few months and he couldn’t have that. Just seeing her brought all the memories, all the thoughts, all the dreams, all the bedtime fantasies, all the heart ache, all the pain, all the things that he tried so hard to hide and bury since reading that fires torrid e-mail crashing into the front of his mind. He feared that his secret sorrow would contaminate those calm hazel pools that met him with such an inviting gaze.
This wasn’t Claire’s fault. It was his fault. She was a growing woman. He just didn’t grow fast enough. He had come to accept that, well he was trying to accept it. All the same it wouldn’t be right to burden her with all that he had been feeling of late. In that moment, Mark built a fortress around all the twisted self loathing and plaguing dreadful emotions that have been boiling deep inside of him in this torturous time without her. He surrounded himself with the memories of all the little victories that he had won, trying to protect his lost princess from the raging terror that was devouring his now darkened heart. He met her smile with his own forced grin as his greatest act of courage for her.
In a way, was the moment that he always feared… He had never in his life been able to stay upset with Claire, but far too often he was consumed with contempt and disappointment for the man looking back at him in life’s mirror.
You know, it’s not as easy as everyone thinks be heroic. That’s because bravery is so misunderstood. Most people think hat bravery is just something that some people have that makes them immune to fear. That couldn’t be any further from the truth.
You see EVERYONE’S afraid really, even me. This was by far the scariest experience that I have ever had in my life. Just imagine, a lifetime of being with the person you love all hinging on the next set of fleeting moments.
Bravery is about making a Choice. It’s about choosing what you want at that moment frozen in time over caving in to your fears. After years of making the wrong choice, I finally decided that I was long overdue for a change…
“Yes it does…” Mark was still very unnerved as Claire lazily caressed his tie with her slender fingers. He could feel every thunderous beat of his roaring heart as the vision before him launched an all out sensory assault on the wall of good memories that Mark had erected around his broken heart. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Claire. That dress is really Stunning…”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwww Thank you Mark, You are so sweet.” Nothing could have prepared Mark for Claire’s tight embrace. It had been so long since he had seen her or heard her voice. The feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around him and her warm slender body so close to his strong form was too much to bear. Still, not wanting the inebriating scene to end, Mark could not help but return Claire’s inviting hug as he held her tightly against him. He could feel Claire’s chest rise and fall in time with his as they both let out a sigh of relief from the tension of their torturous distance. “I missed you Mark. I missed you so much. I’m so glad to see you.” Even with her head resting pleasantly against his shoulders, Mark could vividly imagine Claire’s glowing expression as she expressed her joy at the end of their time apart.
For a second, just put yourself in my position. Try to imagine what it was like standing there, holding the most important person in your life in your arms. Being able to hold over a decade of your life spent pinning, wishing, hoping, LOVING in the tangible form of the person who makes your heart stop. The fear of loosing them is so real. It just makes you want to hold onto them and never let go; so that you don’t have to face the unknown forever that is just moments away.
It’s so hard not to give in. Give in to all the aching feelings that have been smoldering deep inside of you for so long. You know the time isn’t right. You know that you have to be strong. You feel your dam about to break but you have to fight. You know that you have to fight it with everything that you are. The fear is there, it’s always there. At some point you have to make up your mind to just… just keep fighting ANYWAY.
“I missed you too Claire, I missed you too.” Mark tried with all his might to gather his thoughts but it was impossible. This one perfect moment in the turbulent ocean of the last few months was far too much to take. Just feeling Claire’s heartbeat so close to his brought the undying love that he had tried so hard to bury roaring back to the surface. The once subtle distraction of her sweet perfume was now wonderfully overwhelming all his senses as his body failed miserably attempting to adjust to her ominous presence.
“So… how are things?” As much as it pained him, Mark had to break the embrace that lasted all those eternal seconds. He feared he could not endure being so close to her right now. The bricks to his imaginary barrier around his aching heart were already beginning to melt in the gentle wake of Claire’s simple elegance. He gently turned walking into the living room leaving her to follow behind him after placing his book back in the drawer where she always found it. Mark tried his best to just keep his eyes trained on the window overlooking the busy city street. He tried counting the thousands of cars as they whizzed quickly by his portal to the world. He had to do something to distract him from the alluring creature that so wonderfully destroyed his solitude, if only for a moment. Right now in his whirlwind of emotions, the painful stare of those beautiful hazel eyes might have be the end of him…
“Things are fine…. Work is crazy. I have so many new accounts opening; it’s hard to find time to keep track of it all. Everyone is lining up to pat me on the back and it feels kind of funny. I mean I am the same person… I have just been so motivated lately. It’s weird. It’s like I found something, but I didn’t know that it was lost. It’s all sort of confusing but in a good way. I hope that makes sense. But I think that I should be the one asking you how things are Mark. You have just been so distant lately…” Claire had very sincere concerns about Mark’s well being. She had never seen him like this. He was usually so full of life, so eager to share all that was happening on his side of the world, but all of that had changed as of late.
“Fine… I think that we both know I am in no position to complain. When people are kind enough to light the way for you, it would be kind of irresponsible not to carry the torch right? It gets a little hectic from time to time, but I think I can handle it. I know that you of all people understand that, Claire.” Mark heard Claire sit on the sofa directly facing him. As he stood there, staring intently out of the window he could feel her gaze burning a hole through the back of his crisp shirt. “And by the way, to what do I owe the wonderful surprise of you dropping by so unexpectedly?” Her unannounced visit was making Mark more anxious than he could ever remember, but a part of him hoped with all that he was that she would never leave...
“I stopped by because I wanted to see my best friend Mark, I’m worried about you. You don’t return my phone calls, you barely respond to my e-mails. I thought that you just wanted some space with all the new things going on. I know that we are both dealing with a lot on our plate right now, and we might not be able to spend every minute together so I didn’t want to push you. But then your Father called, telling me that you haven’t talked to him in over a month either. He asked me if you were okay and honestly I didn’t know what to tell him. I knocked on the door, it was open, and so I just came in and waited. I hope you don’t mind… I just care about you, that’s all.” Even facing away from her, Mark could hear the look of loving care and concern dripping on Claire’s sweet voice. No matter what, he feared that his fortress was doomed to melt in the presence of her natural radiance.
“Hmm. My Father, what’s he got to worry about? He has the majority share of the fastest growing transportation firm in the state of Illinois. This is going to be the best year in our company’s history. Our positive publicity for expansion is completely re-branding our company. He can’t pick up a newspaper without being reminded how well we are performing. What’s he so concerned about?” That hit a nerve for Mark. The last thing that he needed to be reminded of at the moment was his father’s fervent claim of his perpetual inadequacy.
“Mark, he’s your Father. He values your relationship a lot more than some bottom line. You hardly talked to him as it is and now four weeks of nothing. How would you feel if your son was going off and leaving you behind? I know that things were tough between the two of you when you were growing up. I remember all too well what you went through. But I know that he values you a lot more than your stock valuation.” Claire was reminded of all the days she spent in Mark’s room all those summers ago listening to the horrors of his internship in his father’s office. Perfection is a lot to ask from a 16 year old, but that didn’t stop Don Sanders from demanding it to the tiniest degree from his eldest son. She remembered how much of a daunting toll that it took on Mark to go through life without the comfort of his Father’s approval, but she knew that their recent loss of communication had nothing to do with the past.
“Really…. I wish someone would have told him that when I was a kid. I think that it would have been really pertinent information to the guy who treated his eldest son like an underperforming mutual fund. I’m not going to be like that. Not to my son. I just…” Somewhere in the recesses of Mark’s mind, a subtle truth came blaring to the surface. “You know it’s funny; I’ve spent my entire life promising myself that I would never become my father. Now the only thing I can think about is becoming better than he was. Not different, just better. I walk in… now I sit in his chair. Now all of a sudden I’m ‘Mr. Saddler.’ HAHA… I remember in high school to my friends that used to be a punch line. Now I think I’m finally growing into it. It feels funny… but you get used to it. I guess I just don’t feel like being reminded how long it took me to get here. Ha…”
“Mark, you work hard, you give everything that you have every day. That’s all that anyone will ever be able to ask of you. Then, now, your best is always enough. Just listening to him I can tell that he gets that. He loves you, he may not always know the best way to show it, but he does. Besides, without you he wouldn’t be able to go fly fishing nearly as much now would he?” Claire was greeted with a slight giggle from her beleaguered best friend to slightly ease the tension she could still feel in the cool air. She did not have many addictions, but cheering Mark up was one of them. No matter what he was going through, she would always be there for him. “And speaking of… what are you doing home so early. I was hoping that you would come in at a decent hour, but I was thinking more around sevenish. I was just starting a good book HEHEHE!”
“Ha… now that’s funny. I had a good day today. I closed another account. You can tell Dad that the next time he calls if you like. Hehe. With everything that was going on, I just thought I needed a little bit of a break. I just wanted to get away for a little while, you know clear my head. I even went to go see my Mother today…” As Mark expected, this set off the familiar clacking of Claire’s high heels as she rose to stride towards him. Claire takes her relationship with mark’s mother VERY seriously.
“Come on Mark… You have never gone to see her without me before. We promised remember?” Claire was shocked that Mark withdrew his left hand when she reached for it. It was almost as though he was startled. He folded his arms across his chest and she could tell that he was becoming uneasy. She gently placed her soft hands on his broad shoulders and gently rubbed from his deltoid to the crest of his elbow and back again, slowly and continuously. “What’s happening with you lately… That’s not like you.”
“Yes we did…” Mark could see the flashes behind his eyes of the hospital lobby when they made that promise. He hugged Claire so tightly as the solemn news sank in that the very cradle of his life would no longer be with him. Mark remembered that she stroked his arms just like this too sooth him in that his greatest hour of need. She promised that whenever he needed her, or whenever he needed to spend time wit his mother after she was laid to rest, that she would be there by his side holding his hand.
“But… I just had to tell her… She would have wanted to know right away. I had breakfast with James this morning. He is in the city. Remarkably, his Art is really taking off Claire. He just wanted to see me, see Dad. It was amazing. I had almost given up hope. I had so many questions. He was gone so long.
I know now why he left now, Claire. He had to. When he ran away he was so little. I never thought that I would see him again. I never thought that he would make it on his own. But he is so strong now, Claire. He isn’t mad. He just finally thought it was time. He knew that our Father would have just tried to squash his ambitions… I was just so glad to see him. He is going to stay for a while, so we can catch up. I know that Mom would have wanted to see him, but he wasn’t ready. Even still, I just had to tell her. I can’t believe that My Father decided to get into a fight with him just outside my mother’s dying bed…
I remember right before she died she wanted so desperately to see him. She made me promise to tell him if I ever saw him again how much she loved him. It was so hard on her not being able to say goodbye… I left her a pair of roses. I’m sure she got the message. After that I got off the phone with Phil and I knew that I couldn’t waste the rest of my day in an office somewhere.”
“Oh My God, Mark. I am so happy for you…” Claire once again wrapped her arms around Mark holding him there resting her head on his shoulder. She knew how long he had waited to see his brother again. Through all these years he talked about it as though tit was a dream, and now here it was a startling reality. “I know how much you wanted this. I know how long you have been waiting. I know how much this means to you. I just wish that I was there with you.”
Mark couldn’t help himself. He just closed his eyes allowed himself to drift in Claire’s arms. He let the feelings that he had for her wash freely over his body as hers and his were so close together, maybe for this one last time. He heard such empathy in her sweet voice. She was always there when he needed her. Ever since he had known her, she had given of herself so selflessly. Even as it pained every part of his being, he knew that now it was time to return the favor.
He finally took the courage to turn and face her. Her gleaming eyes were like green gem stones glimmering in the light of the sunshine from behind him. He allowed himself to swim in those hazel pools one last time before kissing her lightly on the forehead. He extended his right hand to lightly caress her supple left cheek and he was met with an even bigger smile adorning her angelic face.
“Claire, you have done so much for me my entire life. I don’t think that I can ever repay you for all the times that you have been there for me. I’ll never forget that. You’ve made me so strong, Claire. Now I think that I am strong enough that I don’t have to always burden you with my problems.”
Mark could see it in Claire’s eyes. Even though his intent was nobility, he could see a quiet sadness creeping across Claire’s face. It was like the turning of a page in the book in their lives that she might want to continue reading. Mark just caressed her cheek gently trying to wipe away any hint of disappointment from her still beaming smile.
“You were never a burden Mark, but I understand… Sometimes you just have to do things on your own. I can respect that. Just know that I will always be here… if you need me.” Claire stepped away. Mark could tell that this was a lot for her. She had been his sounding board for so long; knowing that so much was going on in his life without her must have been hard for her to take. Mark could never stand the idea of Claire’s sadness. That was something that even in his loving grief he would not allow. Seeing her turn and walk back towards her matching black purse that was still lying next to her reading spot on the sofa Mark extended her the ultimate olive branch….
“So how is it moving along with that new guy you are always talking about? The one who refuses to use his real name. HAHA. It’s been a while since you sent me an E-mail about him. I got like a dozen and then nothing the last couple of weeks. Did anything happen?” Mark braced himself as best he could. Just feeling Claire so close to him had completely destroyed any barriers he might have imagined around the most vulnerable parts of his psyche. He was completely unprotected for what was to come, but even the worst news would be better than seeing his beautiful princess upset about their changing friendship.
Claire just stood dumbstruck for a few seconds. The last thing that she expected was for Mark to bring “HIM” up... Still, she could not help but stifle a giggle as the glorious thoughts of her evil “Master” filled her mind if only for a moment.
“Wow… I didn’t expect you to ask. Yes… Something did happen, or well is happening. We haven’t been able to talk as much lately. He has been working a lot later and such. He was freeing up time.” Claire stood there talking with Mark, but a part of her mind began to slowly drift somewhere else at the very thought of that special someone.
“Time for what?” Now Mark was genuinely curious. In all of their communications, he had never really learned what this man did for a living or that much background in general. Even though he might despise him, the aching curiosity to learn the identity of is enigmatic adversary was becoming yet another quiet obsession.
“He’s making time for us to meet. He is coming to Chicago. We are going to actually have a chance to meet each other. It’s actually kind of exciting. I never thought that it would get past a casual IM and now her I am about to actually look him in the eye. It’s like a dream…” After all this time, Claire was finally going to experience all the wonderful debaucheries that she had finally admitted to herself that she craved to no end. All this time of waiting, teasing, seduction… It was all about to come to a glorious climax and she was truly giddy with horrid anticipation.
Mark knew that this was inevitable. He just hoped against hope that he was wrong. Inside of his strong chest his heart quietly shed a tear. He knew that his puppy love with the girl next door was truly coming to a close.
“Wow… I can’t believe this is actually going to happen. When are you two planning on meeting?” As much as it hurt, he had to be strong for Claire. She had been so strong for him through all these years, she deserved it.
“He will be here later on tonight when his flight gets in. Actually I am really glad that you came home early today. I really wanted to see you before I met up with him. I would have probably had to leave at some point if you were pulling an all-nighter. We have been friends for so long Mark… I knew that this wasn’t something that you just put in a note or a card. Especially with all the things we have going on. Even though I have this really great thing coming into my life I still want that to be a life that includes you. I just wanted to be able to stand here and tell you that.” Claire stood with her eyes visibly searching for the reassuring gaze of her dependable companion that he would always be there even as their lives changed.
Now it all made sense to Mark. The perfume… the alluring dress… HIS SHOES. They were all for “Him!” She was dressed for her first real life rendezvous with the man of Mark’s nightmares and she stopped in to see him before her romantic evening. The pit stop for everyone else on the road to their greatest daydreams, that was Mark’s life in a nutshell. A part of him regrettably accepted it. The sadness that he felt, knowing that in only a few hours his greatest love would be blissfully wrapped in the arms of another was far worse than anything that could be derived from an E-Mail. Hearing the words straight from Claire’s crimson lips was like the final nail in the coffin that began construction with her first torrid letter. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself in dejection as his greatest fears were confirmed. Now… It all made sense.
“That’s great Claire. I know how strongly you feel about him. I hope that you two have a great time tonight . Please… don’t let me hold you up. I wouldn’t want you to be late to the airport because of me. Have fun… I am happy for you.” Mark wore a smile, as he turned again to face the window, to mask the eruption of sorrow deep within his soul. Claire had done too much for him to spoil her happiness now. In time he would get over this, he would find someone to fill the void left behind by his beautiful best friend. He just needed time alone so that his other dear friend could take away the stinging pain of this one tragic moment…
“NO YOU’RE NOT!” Such force, such conviction, such honesty; Mark wasn’t prepared for that. He thought surely that he would be allowed to go quietly into the abyss of his own self loathing. He never expected Claire to call him on his little white lie, no matter how obvious. He could hear the incessant clacking of those seductive leather heels as she walked towards him. He could even hear sternness in the length and intensity of her gate as she strode across the room to stand behind him.
“Mark… I know you. I have known you more than half your life. Don’t lie to me. We have had our ups and downs before, yeh, everyone does, but you never LIED. I know that were close, closer than a lot of Friends are. I know that it has been hard for you to accept that I am seeing someone. That’s understandable. But why would you lie about it Mark?” Mark could feel her gaze even through his back. He could not help but close his eyes and wallow in all that was left for him, the truth.
“If I had told you not to go… would you have stayed?” For the first time Mark could sense Claire look away from him and down at the ground to collect her thoughts. It was such a simple question, simple to the point of absurdity, and far more honest a response than he had wanted to give.
“….. no…” Claire could not help but feel the gravity of Mark’s retort. She had never been in the places that he had. She had never had to exist when hope seemed like a light at the end of a barren tunnel. For the first time she truly realized how difficult it was for Mark to say goodbye to the woman he loved as she went off to meet another man. It must have been terrible for him.
“That’s why. It’s simple business Claire. Why expend resources when you know that an enterprise will fail?” There was a certain chill to Mark’s response. It was hard enough for him to form words at the moment. His ability to comfort was running a distant second on his priority list.
“Our friendship is not an invoice Mark. We’re friends. No matter what, we tell each other the truth so that we can deal with it…. together. Friends are honest with each other aren’t they?” Mark could tell that Claire was sincere. She truly cared about their continued friendship above all else. After all this time… he owed her the truth. No matter how hard a confession, he owed her the truth. He turned slowly looking into her eyes as they searched for her childhood friend. He placed his left hand on the right nape of her neck caressing gently as he told her the truth… finally.
“Claire, honestly… maybe I don’t want us to be friends anymore…” Mark didn’t know where that came from, but he knew it was true. It was an end to a chapter in his life that had brought him more joy than he could imagine, but he knew that this was what he really wanted… in a way. Mark’s heart was completely melted with the water that began to form in the corner of Claire’s eyes. She feared that it would come to this. She didn’t want to believe it, but she had felt it all these months. Feeling her hand on his cheek one last time was like the last sweet drop of wine at the bottom of the bottle. He knew how much he would miss the warm caress of her soft smooth palm.
“*SNIFFLE* Then I guess I really have lost you… *SNIFFLE* I just hope *SNIFFLE* that one day… you I can find you again… I never thought this would happen, but I suppose we all loose things we care about in life. *SNIFFLE* It’s just hard when it’s something you care about so much *SNIFFLE*” Taking her hand from Mark’s cheek to the back of his neck, Claire reached out and allowed her crimson lips to anoint Mark’s cheek with a lasting kiss: the last gentle affection, of their once enduring friendship. “I am going to miss you so Much Mark… Please, tell your brother I said hello. *SNIFFLE* Goodbye Mark Saddler. Just remember, I’ll always be next door. Haha *SNIFFLE*”
In life, sometimes in order to open a new door you have to close another. Everyone wants the adventure of new experiences, but very few have the courage to close the book on past restraints.
Just the feel of Claire’s sweet gentle lips burned Mark’s skin as though her lipstick were lined with acid. The finality of her blissful kiss was too much to bear. As Claire walked to the sofa to retrieve her black purse, Mark’s body began to physically manifest the terrible conflict raging inside of him. His skin became flush, his stomach began to church, all of his muscles started to ache. His entire body was being torn apart at the thought of Claire walking out that door.
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It was the truth? Wasn’t it? Was it the whole truth? He could still feel the imprint of her sweet lips as he watched her sway back and forth down the foyer. What was wrong? He had said it. What was wrong? The pain, the pressure, the moment. It was all too much. It was too much for Mark to control. He had to let it out. It would destroy him if he didn’t get it out right now.
“WAIT…” Claire froze, stunned in the middle of the foyer. She paused at Mark’s cry from across the apartment and heard his slow steps towards her. “Honesty…. you said you want honesty right, Claire?”
“Yesssssssssssss…” Claire was still very overcome with the emotion of the last sixty seconds. She couldn’t think clearly. She knew that there was a man in the room with her who meant more to her than the world, but she knew that there was someone else out there waiting to fill a certain part of her that she never thought possible. Her mind was ablaze with torturous conflict over those two truths yet she found herself hovering in Mark’s words hoping somehow for resolution.
“Honestly… I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to go Claire. I don’t know if you’ll listen… I don’t know if it will change anything, but it’s the truth. You said you want the truth right Claire?” Finally, Mark wasn’t holding back. He couldn’t hold back. This was his last chance. In this moment, he knew full well that he was fresh out of time.
“Yesssssssss….” Claire could feel Mark standing behind her now. In her high leather shoes he did not tower over her, but his confident presence was beginning to cast a very big shadow that slowly began to consume her.
“And you know what else, Claire. I don’t want to be your friend. I never have. Ever since the first time I saw you, ever since the first time I looked into your eyes, those beautiful eyes… ever since I saw that… *SNIFFLE* smile… I’ve been hoping… against hope that one day-one day Claire we would be more than friends. Not just friends, pretending that they are dating. We’ve tried that. I have always wanted to be that person that makes you happy, that person that you turn to when you are sad, the person who you can’t stand to be without, the person that takes your breath away. I have always wanted to be that person for you Claire. Because you have ALWAYS been that person for ME… did you know that… did you know that sweetheart?” A lifetime of hiding, not wanting to risk the truth, yet it flowed off of his lips now like living water with the only hope of resurrecting his tragic romance.
“*SNIFFLE*… yesssssssssss” Claire could feel herself being lost in Mark’s confession. He had never shared this with her. She knew… in a way she always knew. But he had never said it. Not out loud. Never like this. Feeling him gently kiss the top of her head through her long flowing hair was too much. This couldn’t be happening. Not this way. “Mark… huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mark…” For a moment, the warmth growing in her body as Mark’s strong hands caressed her bare arms was too soothing a bath to withdraw from. “Mark I have to… I have to go….” But she had to.
Claire pried herself from Mark’s grasp and extended her hand to the door knob. This was too much, too soon. It was something out of a dream, but not quite the way it was supposed to happen. She had to go. She had to meet him. She had to meet “HIM.” The curiosity that she had to be in his dominant arms was far too great to ignore. As she felt her fingertips make contact with the door knob she also felt Mark’s strong hands grab her by the waist picking her up easily.
Claire was a tall girl, she was not normally easy to manhandle. On this occasion however, with little effort she found herself pinned against the wall of Marks’ foyer with his massive frame ensuring that for the time being she was going NOWHERE. She looked through her teary eyes to find any hint of sorrow or remorse was gone from his eyes. It was like he was possessed. No fear, no weakness, just determination. He wanted something and he was not going to go without his greatest prize.
“Now now Claire… We said that we are being honest with each other didn’t we?” Mark for the first time was letting it all out. He was finally sharing with her the way that she made him feel inside. He was finally acting it out.
“Yessssssssssssssss Ohhhhhhhhh huh huh!” Claire could not believe the sensation of Mark pinning her arms above her head increasing her helplessness beneath him. Her breath was caught in the back of her throat; she had never seen him like this. He was so calm… he was so collected, but she could see a roaring fury in his eyes.
“I want you to look me in the eye Claire. I want you to tell me, that you don’t feel the same way about me. If you can do that then I will let you go. All you have to do is tell me that right now what you really want is to walk out that door and I won’t stop you…” It was his last grasping effort at the woman he loved and Mark could only peer into Claire’s tearing hazel orbs and hope that his last final plea fell on welcoming ears.
“……….. Mark… Please…..!”
“All you have to do is tell me Claire… You can tell me can’t you Claire?” Claire’s mouth could say anything she wanted, her eyes couldn’t lie… not to Mark. He could see her conflict; he could see that somewhere, deep down inside, there was a part of her who never wanted to be away from him ever again. It was buried beneath a lifetime of repression and the curiosity of this new Man that intrigued her so. At that moment Mark promised himself that God as his witness he would bring Claire’s deep seeded affection for him SCREAMING to the surface.
“I… I… HAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA MARK!!!” Before Claire could speak, and without needing to consciously think Mark buried his wiggling fingers in Claire’s now violently writhing hips. He could see by her freshly contorting smile and her surprised squealing laughter that the insidious tickling sensations that she was so fond of were playing their cruel game with her now reeling nervous system.
“Come on Claire… You’re not being HOOONEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!” Mark felt strange warmth burning on his skin. He had never experienced anything like it before. Here he was with the girl of his dreams screaming and writhing helplessly in his arms and he received his first tingling surge of Power.
“Mark!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA STOP STOP HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA OH GOD THAT TICKLES AHAHAHAHAAHAHA STOP STOP HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH OH DEAD GOD STOP AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAAHAH!!” Claire fought with all that she had against the horrible tickling sensations now invading her midsection. She pushed with all of her might against Mark’s strong chest as he continued to press her elevated against the wall of the foyer. She flexed and kicked her legs as much as his imposing form would allow, but to no avail. She slithered like an electrified snake back and forth at maddening pace trying desperately to slither away from the utter torment of Marks’ skilled fingers but all of her attempts at escape were futile.
It’s like I said, there is not really a lot of skill involved in being depraved. It’s just part of who you are. It’s showing someone how to experience their own degenerate excitement playing your twisted little games that is tricky.
One of the hardest parts is that first moment when you look in their tormented eyes and you can see the tell tale signs that there is a certain part of them that would love nothing more than to willing slip into your twisted world of utter deviance. You have to marshal your own blossoming enthusiasm to remember that they still require a little pointed encouragement.
“No Claire… I am not going to stop. Do you hear me? I am not going to stop Claire. And I think that we both know that right now you aren’t going ANYWHERE!” For the first time in a long time, Mark was allowing himself to experience joy… real joy.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA OH GOD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MARK MARK MARK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!” Claire fought harder than Mark could have ever imagined but he was game. This was a moment that he had dreamed about since the time that he was a child and there was no way that he was going to let his sweet innocent little Claire slip through his fingers. Not again… NOT TODAY.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS CLAIRE… YES. And no matter what you may think… there isn’t much that he can do to stop me either. HAHAHA. But don’t worry… I thought you LIKE TO BE TICKLED! HAHAHA!” Mark thought back to all those nights that he spent staring blankly at his computer screen horrified at each of Claire’s whispered confessions. He had tried to protect her from this, but there was no hiding anymore. A part of him wanted this, he wanted her to pay, and he wanted her to feel what he felt: the helplessness, the fear, the anguish, the torment. He didn’t want to hurt her, he loves Claire. He just wanted to make her feel.
I could travel to all the ends of the earth, I could see the seven wonders of the world, I could gain riches, I could ascend to a position of great importance, but I don’t think I will ever know an experience as sweet as FORCING the person you love to experience truly torturous bliss.
“NO NO NO NO OH NOT THAT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA JESUS NOT THAT AHAHAHAHA!” Claire could not help but throw her head back screaming at the top of her lungs as Mark’s right hand skittered lightly massaging her left ribcage. She jerked violently to her right trying futilely to avoid his digging digits but only to find an eager hand invading her smooth bare hollows forcing her into an even more ticklish predicament. No matter how hard she pushed, no matter how hard she kicked, and no matter how furiously she squirmed there was nothing that she could do to avoid Mark’s merciless ticklish torment.
“OH NO…” Mark paused his torturous onslaught and slammed both of his palms violently against both sides of Claire’s head. He was rewarded with the first of many tiny shivers of slight fear from the object of his affection. That only served to bring an even more sinister grin to his beaming face as he still held her tightly in mid air with his sheer body weight as their pelvises were locked. “Well I have about a dozen letters from you stating otherwise…” Mark couldn’t control the blazing liquid coursing through his veins. It caused a slight quiver in his voice as the sheer excitement of the moment started to physically manifest itself in more ways than one. “I could gladly read them to you. Would you like me to refresh your memory Claire?”
Claire could not help but stare into Mark’s raging eyes for a few seconds speechless. It was almost as though she had never met this man before. There was always a quiet modesty and reservation that she associated with he dear friend. As she looked deeply into the crystal balls before her she could not see a hint of reservation, only pure aggression harnessed for precision not pity. A part of her was terrified at his sudden transformation but a part of her was intrigued beyond reason with the new creature standing before her holding her hostage to her deepest desires.
“…no… you don’t have tHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHA!” The shock as all of Marks wicked fingernails ascended into her unprotected naked hollows obliterated any of Claire’s attempts at articulation. Thus began the vicious cycle of clenching her arms down to her side tightly trying with all her might to block out the dreadful sensations, but only succeeding in trapping Mark’s wriggling fingers right against her intimate vulnerability.
“Then I guess that it’s not really up to you then… Is it Claire?” With every passing second Mark could see it in Claire’s anguished expression that she was getting was starting her journey to that sweet place of helplessness that she fantasized about so much. He hoped for her sake that it was as blissful as she had imagined because the fire burning within him ensured that he would drag her there kicking and screaming along the way. Mark leaned in pressing his lips against Claire’s ear as the ticklish madness originating in her tortured under arms began to take hold of her. “But don’t worry Claire… You know that I am not a big fan of written presentations. You know that I prefer a much more personal TOUCH!”
Claire was amazed… the transition from being pressed against the wall and now pinned tightly against the floor happened so fast that her head was still swimming. Her entire life she had prided herself on her physical stature and being utterly manhandled in such a way made her more than a little light headed. She always knew that Mark was strong, but she had never before been treated to such a personal demonstration.
Claire was greeted with another small break from Mark’s devilish tickles as well as the intense feeling of having her small wrists pinned tightly above her head cupped in Mark’s strong hands. Claire could not help but stare and let Mark’s unfamiliar peccant expressions sink deep into her conscious mind. She could tell from his heavy breathing and his slight tremble of sheer excitement that his long surprised reprobate desires were lurking beneath the surface. Between her sporadic thrashings against Mark’s tight grasp Claire found that the only thing that she would have to fight more than the malignant tickle torture was the villainous smile of corrupt approval lurking deep in the recesses of her subconscious.
“I’m sure that a successful young saleswoman like yourself can understand…” Mark truly began to relish the conflict burning in Claire’s eyes. There was anger at her current predicament, fear of Mark’s new intimidating presence, anxiety over being kept from the man that she had been fantasizing about for so long, and an immodest craving for whatever sick plans that Mark was capable of devoid of his trite inhibitions. He wanted to amplify her tormented despair with as much conflicting data for her to process as possible to further her psychological distress. Mark could no longer hide the ghastly jubilance of his sweet little Claire his special brand of discomfort.
In order to truly help someone break through, you have to be prepared to help them along in their little duel with duality. It’s a big step for a person to realize that they need a certain level of malevolence to experience rapture. You have to be willing to help them along in the journey…
“Mark… pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase stop… stop just stop… ohhhhhhhhh Mark, stop that huh huuuh mmmm stop please just stop.” Mark’s tormenting fingertips were bad enough. They alone had brought all of her delicate impressionable nerve endings roaring to new life. Claire was in no position to deal with Mark’s warm wet lips lightly caressing her hot bare skin with gentle teasing kisses along her smooth neck and shoulders. She wanted it to stop, she needed it to stop, but she couldn’t bear for it to end.
“Come on Claire… *kisss* *kiss* you’re not telling me the TRUTH! *kiss*” Mark had dreamed about touching Claire’s beautiful bare skin for so long. Not just brushing against it, not the uncoordinated fumbling in the backs of cars that doomed their previous attempts at romance, truly touching. Not holding anything back. Letting everything that he felt, the sorrow, the pain of her absence, the joy of her presence, the anger at the thought of another, his desire to be her true ONE, and his never ending love affair with her all manifest themselves in his gentle worship of her-all of her.
For the first time mark allowed his eyes to truly feast on the beautiful buffet before him. He didn’t feel the need to look away, he didn’t hide his desires, and he just let his eyes fully consume the beauty that has fueled his fantasies. As his lips anointed her slight neck with wet passionate pecks of her slight neck, he gazed upon the true radiance of her now helpless form. Seeing her arms pressed tightly over her head, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her mind wracked with the terrible pleasure that he was forcing her to endure, seeing her beautiful long hair slightly disheveled as a portrait of her finally being taken out of her comfort zone, in that moment Claire was more beautiful than he had ever seen her before. He let his lips do as hands do touching her glowing olive skin with the rainbow of his raked emotions as they melted into the purest form of sheer passion.
“Mark… huuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Mark please… you don’t… you don’t know… please…” Mark took both of Claire’s slim wrists in his left hand as he allowed his right palm and fingertips lightly cascade down Claire’s left side. This gentle caress was met with an involuntary arch of her back to meet his teasing hand. He rubbed lightly from the side of her amble breasts through the fluent material of her dress down to the side of her full hips teasing the tops of her thigh and the corner of her pelvis while she was trapped helplessly beneath him. Mark wanted to make it as hard as possible to deny the desperate conflict raging deep within her as his unique brand of pleasure began to take over her physical reactions. “Mark please plese… just top… I have to go… please… please just stop.”
“Hmphmmm…” Mark found Claire’s floating pleas as she was lost in her new little world more amusing than anything. She was never the type to go down without a fight and in a way he had to admire her for that. Besides, it would be farm more interesting fighting through her ferocious resistance to have his final prize. “You know Claire… I really don’t appreciate being lied to…” Mark could see a new level of distress as his knowing hand began to lightly press and squeeze the base of Claire’s left full breast and the violent jolts of pleasure produced little squeals and moans of blissful approval to Mark’s delicate fondles. “We’ve had our ups and downs before… but you never LIED!” Mark punctuated his pitiless taunt with an insistent squeezing of Claire’s breast and despite herself she bit her bottom lip in painful anticipation. “You know… I really think that we are going to have to WORK ON THAT!”
“Huh? Wait wait wHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHIT HHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH NO NO NO AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAH!” Mark truly fell in love with Claire’s maniacal cackling. Just hearing her violent screaming at the top of her lungs brought a glimmer of light to his darkened heart. He loved seeing her lost in the abyss of ticklish anguish.
The hyper-sensitive muscles right below her bosom proved to be yet another step in her ticklish undoing. Mark held her arms tightly over her head as tightly as he could. He couldn’t have her disturbing his fun. He jut let two or three of his fingertips massage, poke and prod the packed muscles over her rib cage and poke in between rubbing sensitive skin against perceptive bone to cause the electric tickly sensations to drive his h beauty closer and closer to helpless hilarity. It was a little difficult to remain trained on his pianist’s precision with Claire’s violent heaving up and down and her turbulent thrashing from side to side, but SOMEHOW Mark found a way to manage.
Mark could see that anywhere on Claire’s ribcage was deathly ticklish. Her desperate futile straining to free her arms and the way she wildly threw her head from side to side in ticklish abandon were a dead give away. Just seeing her hair long black hair flailing from side to side and her seductive mouth wide open filled with helpless laughter began to slowly wash away Mark’s turmoil that had been building since the first torrid letter, but that was still a LONG way off.
Mark could feel himself reveling in Claire’s helpless plight more and more as she fought so valiantly against the dreadful sensations that he was so heartlessly forcing on her slender midsection. He could feel his face becoming something quite new to him. Lying there, straddling his life’s great joy, Mark’s body rejoiced at every hopeless undulation underneath him. The way his eyes remained focused so intently watching Claire’s every expression of tortured emotion while he drove her deeper and deeper into the throws of insufferable torment was almost disturbing. He could feel his menacing grin grow bigger and bigger at her every loud desperate peal of agonized hilarity. He could feel himself being taken over with the feral indulgence of his ruthless desires and it was something he could neither explain nor resist…
You know, it’s an interesting sensation the first time that you push someone to ‘MADNESS!’ You can feel them fighting it… you can feel them TRYING TO RESIST… But no matter how much they try to fight you that sensation… the feeling of them slipping so slowly away from their ‘SANITY’ makes you feel so POWERFUL for throwing them so heartlessly over the edge.
“You See Claire… This is what happens to LIARS… *WHISPER-THEY GET PUNISHED…-WHISPER*” Mark allowed his fingernails to lightly scrape against the top of Claire’s svelte tummy through the tight silky material of her seductive dress. Marked loved the feeling of Claire’s toned ab muscles tightening in fervent protest to the unbearable whispery tickles being visited upon them. His new found assault also had the ancillary benefit of new found shrieking giggles and even more desperate arching and slithering trying desperately to evade his menacing fingers. “Now… ARE YOU GOING TO LIE TO ME AGAIN YOUNG LADY hahaha!” Mark was drunk even at the first taste of his new found power.
“Hehehehehehheheheheheheheheehheehheehehehe PROBABLY heheheheheh AHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Claire couldn’t resist. Mark’s arrogant taunting was just too much for her to take. She might have to suffer her ticklish fate, but having to hear about it was far too much to ask. As such, her witty retort was met now with both of Mark’s enraged hands violently tormenting her poor quivering ribcage.
“Really… REALLY? Are you sure about that Claire? Are you sure? REALLY…ARE YOU SURE?” Mark couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Claire’s teasing playback was only adding to both his ecstasy and sense of evil. He could still since the deep conflict between her between what she thought she wanted and what he knew she needed, but this was the first real sign of progress. His hands took on lives of themselves as the mercilessly electrified Claire’s helpless ribs.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHA STOP STOP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEP I’m SURE HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Claire couldn’t believe that she was egging him on. In all of her wildest daydreams about merciless tickle torment she could have never imagined that it would be this intense. The feelings were truly wretched. Her body could neither take them nor live without them. As much as she tried to fight it, there was something inside of her that was waking up much to her inevitable demise.
It’s not easy to take the person you love to that SPECIAL place. There are a lot of bumps on the road. It’s hard for them to deal with. They are going to have to step outside of everything that they knew to experience what only you can give them. You have to be there, with them, guiding them along the way. DRAGGING THEM IF NECESSARY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!
“Okay… Just remember ‘You asked for it’ Claire!” Mark’s hands darted back and forth across Claire’s tortured upper body. He would not allow her the least bit of comfort. He maliciously massaged her delicate soft sides forcing her to explode in ticklish despair. He snuck his hands teasingly into her exposed hollows when she would lift her arms futilely trying to fight him away from her. He violently skittered his teasing fingernails in capricious patterns all over her trembling tummy while she screeched turbulently in ticklish abandon. In addition to the endless thrashing and mindless giggling Mark also received a sick thrill from the feeling of Claire’s strong arms pushing as hard as she could violently trying to grab his arms, and pointlessly trying to bat away his demon possessed hands in her desperate attempts to gain the least bit of rest from his unending tickle torture.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH OH I’LL REMEMBER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA EHEHEHEHEEHEEHHEEHEHE OHHHHHHH NOT THERE NOT THERE HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!” Claire’s insistent defiance was born of a new found anger. She hated being helpless to Mark. She hated not being able to free herself. She fought with renewed strength to thrust him from atop her. She dug her heeled feet into the tile violently pressing with all her might to get out, to free herself, to get away from this insidious torment that she was being forced to endure. She grabbed marks arms and pulled violently trying to get them as far away from her sensitive ticklish flesh as possible. Claire had always been strong… there is no way that she will be dominated without a struggle.
The things that you want and the things that you need… for some, reconciling those two really can be a struggle!
“Awwwwwwwwwwwww, What’s the matter? Are the ticklish little tomboy little ribbies sensitive?” Mark couldn’t resist. For some reason he loved the feeling of Claire’s fingernails digging into his arms through the starched fabric of his shirt. He loved feeling her fight against him in earnest. He wanted her. He wanted all of her. He wanted everything, even her anger.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SHUT MARK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T SAY THAT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Claire knew that Mark was fully aware what that word meant to her. He was doing this on purpose… of course he was. There was nothing that she could do, but she could not allow such an insult.
“Say what? What don’t you want me to say? Oh… you mean that thing they used to call you in school. That name that you hate so much. Is that what you don’t want me to say?” Mark’s slick little grin took on an even more sinister twinge. Teasing was one thing, but this was just cruel. This one terminology had been the Bane of Cl;aire’s very existence and he knew it.
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA DON’T YOU DARE MARK… HAHAHAHAHAHAH DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAH!” So much feeling, so much intensity, so much passion. Mark’s love was only deepened watching his delicate beauty reduced to a swearing mess screaming at the top of her lungs in delicious defiance to his verbal assault and ticklish onslaught.
“Don’t I dare what, Claire?” Mark paused his merciless tickling just for a second. He desperately wanted to invite Claire’s response. He let her catch her breath for a few quick moments still beset by the remnants of his persistent torment. Finally able to open her eyes, Claire wiped the involuntary tears from the corners of her eyes and starred at Mark with laser focus. There was so much going on in her beleaguered mind. Confusion, anger, hatred, intense fear, and a mounting fury at Mark’s latest direction of verbal taunts.
“Huuuuuuu Huuuuuuu Huuuuuuuu I SAID… don’t call me that. Huuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuuYou know that I hate it when people call me that Mark! Huuuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Don’t you say it Mark. Don’t you FUCKING SAY IT!” Mark found the sternness in Claire’s response strangely alluring. It was an interesting contrast to the trembles of fear that he could see in her wavering pupils.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Claire doesn’t like to be called a TOMBOY… that’s so CUTE!” Mark’s hands shot in time to Claire’s defenseless hollows causing her to once again scrunch into a defenseless ball trapping his skittering fingernails in the deepest hollows of her hyper ticklish underarms. Her entire torso became rigid with ticklish distress as his fingers tormented her supplementing his merciless taunting. “Now the question is… What is our ticklish little TOMBOY going to do to keep her evil tickler quiet? What can she do to stop me from saying TOMBOY TOMBOY TOMBOY!”
“SHUT UP HAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA SHUT UP MARK AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH SHUT THE HELL UP HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!” No way of escape, her delicate skin being tormented by the man she trusted more than anyone else on the planet, her psyche being pushed past the point of reason having to endure her most hated criticism while being physically tortured beyond reason. It was too much. Claire felt more helpless at this very moment than she ever had in her life…
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I wonder… This may be one situation where laughing at the problem isn’t going to make it go away Claire HAHAHA. I mean I am not going to stop you, I just wonder how effective a strategy that is HEHE.” Mark was possessed. He loved watching Claire suffer. He wanted to make this as hard on her as possible. After thousands and thousands of words about “him” a few hours of payback wasn’t outside the realm of fairness in Mark’s wicked mind.
“STOP SAYING THAT AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAH STOP RIGHT NOW STOP HAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” This was insane. Claire was a grown woman. Yet, here she was pinned to the floor of Mark’s foyer with the cold tile pressing into the bare skin of her back and neck writhing maniacally under Mark’s cruel tickling. Even worse she was forced to endure his infuriating taunts… it was too much. Claire couldn’t stand another second.
“Come on Claire… what are you going to do about it? What are you….
-*SLAP*-
The tickling stopped. Claire couldn’t believe it. It was like her right hand had smacked Mark across the Cheek without her approval. It wasn’t her fault. It was just so maddening. She had to let it out. She didn’t mean to… DID SHE?
-SILENCE-
Mark just sat there. His head was still turned across his right shoulder as his cheek let the full weight of Claire’s palm print sink in and be registered in Mark’s mind. He said nothing. He just listened for Claire’s breathing. He felt her chest rise faster and faster. It excited him. He could feel her palms trembling slightly against his arms. It excited him.
Claire watched intently. She could barely believe what just happened, let alone speculate the consequences. She just lay there, pinned under her tormentor, waiting wondering. Mark loosened his tie. He never turned his head back. That worried Claire. What was going through his mind? Was he mad? He had to know that she didn’t mean it… well, that she didn’t REALLY mean it. His head still turned Mark pulled his tie from around his neck and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. The thing that bothered Claire was Mark’s breathing. It never changed. It was still slightly elevated, but deep, calm, collected. Was he angry… she couldn’t tell.
“Mark… I… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH huuuuuuu huuuuuuuu huuuuuuuu” Before she could say another word Mark pounced. He pinned both of her hands tightly above her head once again startling Claire beyond belief. This time, he stretched her wrists as far as they would reach with his strong hands and brought his face right in front of hers. What Claire saw caused her heart to brim over with sheer unadulterated terror. She had never seen this smile before. It was purely demonic. Mark grinned ear to ear like a predator admiring his helpless prey. Claire could see him almost giggling in lustful anticipation of all the terrible things that he had in store for her. She had never seen Mark like this before. She was frightened, she was nervous, she was anxious, she was…
Claire was frozen. She couldn’t think. Why did she do that? How did this happen? Was this Mark? Her head was filled with burning questions and her eyes were filled with the images of the demon that she had summoned somewhere in her suggestive letters about the man that formed her fantasies. A part of her was aghast at the way “HE” would react at the news of the evening’s events, but all that she could focus on was the beast hovering greedily over her savoring the meal to come.
Unable to stand the sight of Mark’s feasting eyes and vicious grin Claire closed her eyes and tried desperately to turn her head away from him. She wished and hoped that if she tried hard enough that she could transport herself to just a few minutes before and walk out the door to safety. That’s what she wanted. However, Mark’s sweet lips returning to her burning left cheek brought it crashing home that it wasn’t what she needed.
Claire could feel Mark’s passionate kissing and nibbling of her left ear. It was wretched. It was wonderful. It was confusing. It was fulfilling. His warm breath tickled and teased her ears causing her to swoon gently despite herself. What was he doing to her?
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm That’s my girl… That’s my tough girl Claire… MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Mark was beside himself. In all of his wildest fantasies, he could never have imagined that finally taking his prize would be this exhilarating. He loved the way Claire fought him. He loved watching her unbridled passion as he conquered her. He loved knowing that no matter what she did or how hard she tried that he could take her… take her where she always needed to be.
“Oh Goddddddddddddddd huhhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhhh!” The conflict was so much for Claire. First Mark used the incessant tickling, then the passionate soothing kisses. First he issues cruel taunts and then such sweet terms of endearment. She hated Mark right now. She hated him for doing this to her. She hated him for making her feel so helpless. She hated him for making her feel so beautiful. She hated him for making her need his approval. She hated him for the torturous tickles. She hated him for making her entire body tingle in dreadful need for him. She hated him for the subtle stirring between her writhing bare thighs. She hated him…. Didn’t she?
“But I do think that we are going to have to work on this anger control issue of yours Claire. We can’t have you using your hands like that. If you can’t exercise better judgment, then I am just going to have to ENSURE that it doesn’t happen again.” Claire knew exactly what Mark was thinking. Her eyes flew open in disbelief and found his menacing smirk glowing with evil intention to meet her aghast stare and desperate sigh. Before the shock of Mark’s declaration wore off, Mark violently rolled Claire over onto her svelte stomach pressing himself deliciously against her firm buns as she lay there defenseless to stop him with her arms still tightly in his grasp. “I am going to tie you up Claire. I am going to tie you up nice and tight. I am going to tie you up since you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.” Mark punctuated his devilish promise by forcing both of Claire’s arms tightly behind her back and holding her wrists against the small of her back. Claire was helpless, her situation was only getting worse, but she wouldn’t give in.
“No Mark… Don’t…. I’m warning you. Let ME go. Let me go right now Mark!” Clare honestly thought that if she said it long enough she might believe it. She knew that he was doing this on purpose. She knew that he kept saying it over and over just so it would sink in. She hated that she ever told him what those three words did to her. It made it even worse that no matter how angry it made her, she couldn’t fight the way that her body carnally responded to the idea of its impending restraint. Feeling Mark’s cheek pressed against hers only added to her discomfort. Claire couldn’t stand being this close to Mark right now.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Still defiant I see. EXQUISITE. Don’t worry Sweetheart… I know how to fix that. I am going to take that defiance away from you Claire… Slowly. Don’t give in too quickly though. I wouldn’t want you to spoil all the fun. HAHAHA!” Mark didn’t hide his growing excitement as he allowed himself to rub suggestively against Claire’s firm behind. He loved the subtle affirmation of the war still raging inside of her as she let out a frustrated whimper at being unable to avoid his lewd caress, yet her smooth full buns rose to meet the firmness growing between Mark’s legs.
“Hmphhhhhhh Well I am glad to see that at least SOMEBODY is enjoying this…” The first gentle kiss of Mark’s golden tie around her trapped wrists sent Claire into a frenzy. This couldn’t happen. Not now. Not like this. She couldn’t be restrained. She couldn’t be tied up. Not by Mark. That would be too much. She started kicking her legs wildly behind her. She tried with all that she was to reach back with her shiny high heels and kick Mark off of her but it was to no avail. All that she succeeded in doing was lightly massaging the devious creature atop of her as her buns flexed with the wild flailing of her toned legs. She had to let it out. She had to do something with the frustration of being trapped. She had to do something with the whirlwind of emotions that was trapped inside of her right now.
You see… our deepest fantasies, (no matter how detailed, how intense, or how wonderful they may seem in the safe confines of our own mind), are like sweet looking cakes sitting on the table of time. Until you’ve tasted them, How much do you really know?
“Oh come on Claire. I know that you can fight harder than that. I almost have your wrists tied together. I know you can do a lot better than this. What’s the point in being a ticklish little tomboy if you’re so weak to stop me? HAHAHA!” Mark made sure to wrap the golden silk around Claire’s gyrating wrists in several tight loops as he taunted and teased her about her growing helplessness. Fanning the raging flames burning in her subconscious was far too delicious an experience to be dismissed quickly. Her honest struggles beneath him futilely trying to free herself from his strong grasp began to serve as reassurance that no matter what she did or how hard she tried that there was nothing Claire could do to stop herself from becoming his bound ticklish little morsel… (at least for tonight anyway.)
“You’re going to pay for this Mark… I swear to God you are going to FUCKING pay for this… huuuuuuuuuh huuuuuuuuuh…” Mark made sure to make the tying of the knot as dramatic as possible. Claire could feel her growing anger start to take possession of her entire being. Her entire body began to glow with her mounting fury and Mark’s intrusion. She kicked, she writhed, she slithered against her bondage and the demon straddling her backside just letting the anger vent through her violent contortions. It wasn’t even that much about freeing herself anymore. It was about expressing the sheer frustration of battling the subconscious stirrings of having her wrists bound that caused her breath to become so desperately labored… As Mark lowered his face to hers having finished securing her supple limbs tightly behind her, she refused to even acknowledge his presence starring straight ahead to the living room in front of her.
“What was that Claire? I didn’t hear you…” Claire hated that Mark’s left hand caressing through her long mane felt so soothing. He hated the warmth of his breath. She hated the lure of his menacing whisper. She hated feeling his massive body weight pressing her lightly erect nipples into the cold tile through her thin silk dress and lace undergarments. She especially hated the way that he was so casually taunting her with that air of masculine arrogance the she absolutely disdained. “You were saying something while I was TYING YOUR HANDS TOGETHER… You have to forgive me… I was more than a little distracted with making you helpless and all HAHA!” Mark received another cold chill of absolute power as Claire recoiled fiercely from his hand lightly caressing her cheek. “What were you saying now, Dear?”
“Hmphh…. I SAIIIIIIDDDDDDDDD… that you are going to FUCKING pay for THIEHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEAHHAHEAEHAHEHAHEHEAHAHEHEAAH BASTARD HAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mark just couldn’t resist. There was a certain innocence about her when she was being to purposefully defiant. Feeling her honest thrashing, hearing her deep feminine laughter and sweet squealing giggles, hearing her cursing and fighting and scratching with all that she had let Mark taste a part of her glorious vitality that was on such open display….
“What’s that Claire… I still can’t hear you. You didn’t get it out. What was that?” Mark could barely contain his excitement. Every light touch of his menacing fingertips caused Claire to jerk, tense, and recoil in delicious ticklish agony. With her hands tied he was free to tease and titillate his blushing beauty at his leisure and he was sure to take full advantage.
“AHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAH YOU’LL PAY AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I SWEAR HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA I SWEAR I SWEAR AHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP STOP HAAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Claire began to curse her making for giving her ribs that would be this devastated by an evil caress. The incessant poking, the malicious massage, the squeezing, the spidering; they all combined for an electric sensory overload that was more intense than anything she could ever imagine. And if possible, with her hands tied securely behind her back Claire felt as though she was even more ticklish in her despair.
The feeling of her deltoids straining with the intensity of the tie and Mark’s weight firmly pressed on top of her was a constant reminder that no matter how much she wanted to she could do nothing right now to stop the pitiless digits from digging deeper and deeper into her yielding sensitive flesh and increasing her torment at a whim.
“We are really going to have to work on your annunciation Claire…” Mark paused his latest assault just to add insult to very real tortured injury. He once again lowered his face to caress right next to Claire’s right cheek so that every word could pour directly into her sensitive eardrums. He loved the feeling of her labored breathing trying desperately to suck and much cool air into her straining ribs as possible to put out the desperate fire that he was causing deep inside of her. “Now let’s start off something simple…” Mark let the palms of his hands lightly caress up and down Claire’s sides from her hips to just below her ample peaks as a friendly reminder that another violent trip for her back to mindless mirth was literally at Mark’s fingertips… “Say this. ‘Hello, My name is Claire…’ Do you think you can manage that?”
“Oh dear Lord, Mark. YESSSSSSSS I can say it. Oh My God. ‘Hello, My name is go screEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE’HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH AHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Claire couldn’t resist. She is a fighter. This was a challenge. Claire wasn’t going to loose, especially not to Mark. She would fight until she had nothing left before she gave in to the mindless whims of this thing sitting on top of her.
“Nope nope. I see that we still have some work to do!” Mark could not believe the sheer excitement of feeling his naughty neighbor writhing so madly under his strong grasp. He could feel every fiber of muscle in her toned body straining desperately against his unending tickle torture. “Let’s try it from the hips Claire… Come on. Breathe in and say it from your hips, Claire. Maybe this will help! Now what were you trying to say?”
Mark alternated from lightly skittering his fingernails on the outside of Claire’s pelvic bones at the side of her hips to teasing and massaging her pocket points with deathly accuracy. He never allowed her a second of anticipation under his capricious onslaught. He made sure at every turn that poor ticklish Claire had no way of knowing what kind of ghastly sensation would be visited upon her sensitive nerved next, and as such the received every ruthless ticklish trespass as though it was the very first time.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHAA YOU’RE GONNA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH GET IT HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!” So many nights daring to dream what Claire’s bound helpless hysterical form would look like and Mark could never have imagined the sheer radiance of her ticklish agony. His ticklish little tough girl was going to pay. She was going to pay dearly. She was going to experience as much torture on this one night as Mark’s tortured heart had felt since the first casual mention of ‘HIM.’ With the lust of Claire’s earnest suffering clouding his mind, Mark could not contemplate what the new day would bring, but he was certain that right now at this moment Claire would be his no matter what it took.
The hardest part of doing anything great is convincing yourself that it can be done. Most people spend their entire lives telling themselves why they will never be able to achieve there own dreams. It’s kind of hard to achieve anything when you are your own worst enemy. No matter what you do, if you don’t believe something is possible then there will always be this little voice in the back of your mind sabotaging even your best attempts at real happiness. The good news is that the same is true in reverse. Once you allow yourself to believe that you can reach your mountain top, then there is nothing that can stop you from reaching that seemingly insurmountable peak no matter how hard or treacherous the climb…
“Now… Why don’t we try this again?” Mark once again gave his teasing hands and his blushing beauty a rest and enjoyed Claire’s elevated breathing as evidence of his growing power over her. “Now…” Once again to further Claire’s plight, Mark allowed his full warm moist lips to gently tease the curve of her ear as he whispered his pitiless taunts so sweetly. “What were you saying earlier, Claire…”
“Huhhhhhhh Huuuuh I said that you’re going to FUCKING pay for this Mark…. *Ummmm*” Mark violently flipped Claire over on the cold tile of the foyer once again pinning her tightly beneath him. The skin of her bare back and her supple bound arms kissed the icy flooring to match the ice water now flowing through her veins. She looked up at Mark starring down at her with a smile… that smile. That evil sadistic smile. She swore she couldn’t stand another second of his hungered gaze. “When I get out of this you are going to be sorry Mark… Very SORRY!” Claire’s mind was fading slowly away to the background and her unbridled emotions were slowly taking control of all her physical actions. She lunged wildly at Mark letting her anger, frustration, and hatred of her bondage be known with every tumultuous grunt and gritting of her teeth.
“No now Claire….” Straddling Claire lewdly and peering directly into her fuming soul Mark used the palms of his strong hands to make light soothing trails from the base of her quivering tummy to the base of her full breasts. “Let’s not go around making idle threats.” Mark firmly squeezed and massaged both of Claire’s large sensitive peaks tweaking and probing at his whim. He fondled her helpless mounds unapologetically staring her directly in the eyes the entire time. Claire only became further enraged in sensual confusion with Mark’s lascivious massage. She leaned back and closed her eyes as tightly as possible imagining that she was somewhere far away from Mark’s ever so skilled teasing fingertips. “Let’s remember…” Claire couldn’t help but emit a slight murmur of approval while her body involuntarily shuddered having both of her stiffening nipples lightly caressed to punctuate Mark’s cruel taunts. “You are a little TIED UP at the moment HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Claire snapped back from the dizzy reality of having her now very sensitized nubbins teased and caressed by Mark’s adept digits at the cruel reminder of her helpless predicament. She slithered from side to side trying desperately to remove her intimate mounds from Mark’s sinister reach. She thrashed harder and harder in any attempt to break his delicious contact with her delicate skin. Frustrated at every turn, pinned beneath them there was nothing that poor Claire could do to avoid Mark’s pointed malicious attention.
Mark couldn’t understand why this excited him so much. Here he was, shamefully straddling the bound woman that he loved more than life itself, but the one thing that preoccupied his mind at this glorious moment was watching her struggle, frustrating her, and making her SUFFER. He wanted this to be bad for Claire. He rejoiced with her every desperate angry outburst or violent passionate lunge expressing her agonized frustration. He wanted this to be something that she would never forget. He would make sure that no matter what from this day on whenever her head lay motionless against her pillow in the midst of her midnight slumbers that this day, this glorious day, would haunt her sweetest nightmares for all time. He didn’t want to hurt her. He couldn’t. He loves her. He just wants to maker her feel; feel all the wretched hatred, frustration, despair, and helplessness that she had so unwittingly inflicted upon him with her vivid images of the enigmatic figure that shaped her depraved little fantasies.
Claire finally tired of her slithering and just lay back against the icy cold tile. She looked up at him. She looked up at this man that she had never met before in the form of a familiar friend just moments passed. He wouldn’t win. He couldn’t win. She would never surrender. There was nothing that she could do to stop her body from reacting. That was beyond her control. He would take her laughter. He would take her screaming. He would take her desperate squirming against his ruthless menacing tickles. Her eyes fumed with renewed disdain for him at the horrid realization that he might even be able to take her arousal. But he could not have her pleasure. No matter how he caressed, no matter how he massaged, no matter how many of her fantasies he forced her to endure he couldn’t have it. That would be her last stand. That would be her testimony to life. The only thing that she could control right now was the gateway to her ecstasy. That was still something that on some level she had to willingly give. Claire promised herself in this solemn moment of greatest despair staring at the physical manifestation of her life’s greatest nightmare that no matter how bad it was, no matter how good it may feel that she would not surrender. She could not give Mark that sweet victory.
“NNnnnnnnnnnnnnn… Oh God… I hate you right now Mark… I swear to god I FUCKING hate you!” Even though Claire’s mind and strong were ready for the terrible challenge ahead, her poor beleaguered eyes had felt far too much. The corner of her eyes began to tear not out of sadness, but just leaking the concentrated hateful emotions building behind her hazel eyes. Mark was surprised hat his own dreadfully callous response. As Claire’s anger began to manifest itself, with those three words she set his free. He began replaying her every teasing word in every lascivious letter in peccant detail watching his greatest love melting slowly in the wake of his growing dominance.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwww, Thank you sweetie!” Mark began lightly kissing and caressing Claire’s trapped cheek and the silky skin of her bare neck and she kicked and screamed with renewed vigor in defiant protest. “You promissssssssssssssssse?”
“I HATE YOU… I FUCKING HATE YOU…. *SNIFFLE* I SWEAR TO GOD MARK I FUCKING HATE YOU RIGHT NOW… *SNIFFLE*” Claire couldn’t stand letting this fiend see her emotions. She hates weakness. Claire was aghast that she was so powerless to stop the gentle kiss of Mark’s sweet lips or the light teasing nibbles of his evil teeth from playing such havoc with her impressionable nerve endings. Feeling Mark’s honest loving affection through the prism of her forced imprisonment did absolutely nothing to resolve the mounting war between her swirling mind, hate filled heart, and slowly warming bare thighs.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… It’s okay Sweetheart.” Mark leaned in closely whispering softly into Claire’s trapped ear while he lightly stroked her flowing mane comforting the growing tension threatening to cast her tattered mind past the brink of sanity. “After reading all those long detailed searing letters about “HIM”, there’s a part of me that really FUCKING hates you too Claire. It makes me feel sooooooooooooooooooooo much better to now know that the feeling is mutual. Don’t worry though Claire. I have an idea how we are going to work through this… together. Thank you so much for finally being so Honest Claire. But I do think that we are going to have to do someeeeeeeeeeeething about that swearing of yours though. I think that I might have to take a little time to teach my sweet little girl to be more ladylike!”
“No no… Don’t mark donAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO HEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEEHEHEHEH!” Claire plunged back into the deep abyss of forced hilarity with the sinister decent of Mark’s deviant hands onto her dreadfully sensitive ribcage. Mark ruthlessly tickled her at will just to add emphasis to all of his horrible promises of Claire’s merciless torment that was to come. Claire felt herself straining desperately with every violent twitch of ticklish agony desperately trying to free herself from the smooth silk bindings that held her fast. Her eyes screwed tight and laughter roaring from the back of her throat she barely had time to let the full weight of Mark’s sadistic intentions sink in. Right now the only things that existed as her ribs were so expertly titillated were herself, Mark, his demonic tickling, and the bonds that held her so tight from stopping it.
Claire could hear the loud clacking of her high heels crashing into the floor as she flailed kicking desperately trying to gain any leverage she could to pry the evil creature away from her sensitive torso but at every turn she was met only with frustration. She was even powerless to stop her beautiful black hair from matting to her face in the combination of her fresh beads of tortured perspiration and her long flowing main flailing wildly as she threw her head from side to side trying in vain to deal with the electric shocks of ticklish torment violently cascading through her midsection. All the while the only thing that tortured the depths of Claire’s soul more than the dreadful pointed stimulation was the continual insidious cackles of her lost friend fully enjoying her helpless plight.
“Still giving orders I see!” Mark slowed his touch to another roaming caress as his hands moved freely over Claire’s midsection and heaving full chest. “Pinned down… Bound… no hope in sight…. But still giving orders…” Mark wiped the strands of hair away from Claire’s still glowing angelic face and could not hide his smile at the familiarly radiant form lurking beneath. She was disheveled, tired, angry, frustrated, confused, but still RAVISHING. Claire was breathing heavily but there was a look of quiet determination in her eyes. Mark found it strangely alluring. To control someone who was so vibrant… so alive… so strong. It would be his greatest victory, a welcome reversal to the past months continually living in his life’s greatest failure. He bent in and anointed Claire’s forehead with a single burning kiss for all the dreadful jubilance that he had in store for his life’s great love. He had waited so long, and his time had finally come. “That’s what is going to make this so fun Claire… Promise me that you won’t change okay?” Mark stood over his blushing beauty almost triumphant as he surveyed her squirming bound form. “I think that we are going to have to go some place a little more comfortable for your proper instruction. Now come along like good girl…”
Claire could not escape her own silence. There was a large part of her that was still in shock over the days most recent events. Feeling herself freed from the confines of Mark’s demanding body weight she tried as best she could to wriggle and turn somehow to free herself from her silk bindings. The revelation that her predicament was only going to intensify was all the motivation that Claire needed for her most earnest attempts at escape.
Mark lowered his hands slowly to collect his prize that he had won with his first real act of courage in the face of his life’s great agony. He knew that she would resist, but he wanted this to last. It’s not every day that you get to rewrite the course of a lifetime. Mark wanted to make sure that he savored every last minute.
“Mark… Please no. Just let me go please. Please please Ahhhhhh Oh God no no no please AHHHHHHH no stop that please please AHHHHHHHHH Mark I’m serious just stop, Please?” Mark darted his hands down at Claire as though he was about to pounce just to recoil and watch the fear both grip and fade away from her beautiful face. Just his first time out and he was already keenly aware of the true power of psychological torment. He was as sadistic teasing her psyche as he was at her supple nerve ending, much to Claire’s true horror. Mark allowed his silence to drift through the tension filled air adding to the building anticipation that threatened to drive Claire insane. “Please Mark… I promise that if you let me go I won’t be AHHHHHHHH MAD AHHHHHHHHH shit… you’re scaring me MAAHHHHHHHH” Claire squirmed as much as possible retreating from Mark’s ominous hands. She couldn’t bear another second of the unending torturous titillation or fathom the idea of being carried off to her bound ticklish demise. Even though hope was bleak, Claire could not imagine going down without a fight.
“Come on now Claire… *LUNGE* Play nice *LUNGE* HAHA… remember… It’s just a little TICKLING!!!” Mark finally bent his knees snaring his writhing beauty in his strong arms as she struggled mightily in delicious defiance. “Ok… Maybe there might be more than just a little HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Mark slung Claire over his broad right shoulder lifting himself fully to his feet carrying the manifestation of his life’s greatest daydreams in his arms at last… after all this time. Mark felt his head resting gently against Claire’s warm flexing hip as she kicked aimlessly. He could see her long beautiful bare legs violently fighting the air that they were suspended in. he could see her beautiful feet still cloaked in the black shinny leather of her sexy shoes. He could feel her full breasts resting on his back. Best of all he could feel her every violent strain for a freedom that would never come…. Not tonight. The golden silk of his necktie fit so perfectly contrasting the tanned skin of Claire’s bound wrists, her long sharp maroon fingernails, and the deep black oasis of her flowing silky dress as she squirmed so helplessly in his grasp.
“Mark… Put me down please, you can’t do this. Please Mark put me down… Just put me the hell down…” Claire honest pleas for release were like music to Mark’s ears. All those helpless nights sitting in front of his computer powerless to change the piercing words of Claire’s tormenting correspondence would be visited on this evening of atonement as Claire lay bound before him helpless to change the sinister ministrations that Mark had in store for her sweet supple body that has haunted his tortured mind for so long.
“Don’t worry Claire, I am going to put you down, I am going to put you down. Just not here. Trust me. I truly believe that you will find my bed much more comfortable. Don’t bother thanking me… I know how appreciative of my consideration that you are. The only payment that I need is that beautiful beaming SMILE of yours.” Mark used two fingers of his left hand to gently probe and massage the hollow just above Claire’s hipbone as he held the backs of her naked thighs firmly with his right arm. There was no hope that his blushing beauty could escape the ticklish torment as he held her so tightly, and he counted on her not being able to withhold the delicious wriggling that Mark began to crave so dearly. As he started off towards his bedroom he wanted to feel as much of Claire’s violent thrashing in his arms as possible as he was serenaded with the forced hysterical mirth of her sincere ticklish suffering. Carrying his bound helpless giggling writhing long lost love across the living room was the lap of great victory that had eluded Mark for so long. He only paused his evil tickling to finally turn the knob to his long desired night of omnipotence over the woman that he loved so much.
Can you imagine what that was like for me? Being so close to the person I love. All the deviant depraved desires that I have had for so long just minutes away from ultimate fulfillment. My heart was beating so loud in my chest. My mind was spinning. After all those long frustrating nights I was dizzy with ardent arousal. Everything that I have wanted for all those years since we first met finally within my grasp. After waiting patiently for so long I was just moments away from finally showing someone my inner demon for the first time. You can’t imagine the anticipation, the passion or the undeniable intoxicating moment of taking that special someone kicking and screaming to that special place that you just knew they were dying to go. It is a feeling so intense that you will surely never forget it. This one glorious moment of unlocking the horrible monster lurking inside my darkened heart will be burned into the forefront of my devious mind until the day I Die…
For Mark, just a single touch of Claire’s glorious legs was like tasting a tiny piece of the heavens. The intense feeling of her toned trapped hamstrings straining so deliciously against the cruel caress of her impressionable hip bone was more than he could have imagined. Feeling Claire’s every desperate gyration in response to even his light teasing tickles was a wonderful foreshadowing of her maniacal thrashing to come once she took her rightful place helplessly bound to Mark’s large massive bed.
Just swinging open the door to his ominous bedchamber, Mark could not help but admire the venue of Claire’s inevitable ticklish destruction. The large four poster bed in the center of the large space gave Mark’s bedroom a wonderfully regal quality in general. In this context, however, the configuration of the room’s dominant furnishing added a sinister quality normally reserved for the medieval dungeons from a time long since past.
The dark cherry oak scattered about the room made it appear as a conquered forest walking through the massive doorframe. The imposing four posts were flanked on either side by matching nightstands with dark wood accents. Mark stood just to the left of his massive dresser topped with a large mirror as he took his first steps into the site of his destiny that had eluded him for so long. After closing the door on his beleaguered past Mark savored every step over the beige carpet with his bound beauty still struggling against his incessant teasing tickles squirming over his shoulder. As impolitely as possible, Mark deposited Claire atop his dark golden comforter and onto his large king size bed.
Claire tried desperately to catch her breath. The deep forced laughter from Mark’s merciless teasing was having a dreadful affect on her straining lungs. She wasn’t given much of a chance to recuperate as she was quickly followed onto the soft mattress by her mad tormentor. Before Claire could even muster the strength to shriek out in protest, Mark flipped her onto her stomach stretching her bound form out across the massive bedding. She could feel the weight shift with Mark’s every move atop the mattress and she was painfully aware that he was heading towards her lightly straining ankles.
Claire felt Mark’s knees trap her helpless shoed feet between his legs. Claire tried with all her might to pull her trapped leather encased soles from the demon kneeling behind her on the bed but she was regrettably held fast. With her bare legs stretched so delicately with her ankles now trapped, Claire became painfully aware how naked her warm soft skin was in the wake of Mark’s evil intentions. The first kiss of his nimble fingertips to her bare trembling calves had a terribly duplicitous effect. On the one hand, the fear of the inevitable impending tickles was far too much to contemplate, but the soothing feel of Mark’s languid caress on her toned flinching bare claves sent intolerable trickles of pleasure shooting up the backs of her legs crashing into the stirring top of her silky thighs.
“See Claire… This is much nicer. I am so glad that I got rid of my old bed. It was just too… vanilla. I thought that this would give the room a much more… classical feeling. Believe it or not Claire, I actually picked it very much with you in mind. HAHAHA.” Mark could tell that his devious taunts were landing perfectly placed between Claire’s burning ears. He could see the subtle tremors of fear with his every menacing word and the sick rush of power was intoxicating. He let his curious hands wander freely over the silky backs of Claire’s trapped quivering legs lightly massaging and caressing his bound beauty. He could tell that she was fighting her obvious enjoyment with all that she was and that’s exactly what he wanted. Recounting all the years of pent up frustration Mark knew that his greatest target for revenge was that rogue part of Claire’s psyche that always fought against her affections for him. He wanted to make sure that part of Claire’s persona was on full display so that he could thoroughly enjoy the slow trek to its utter destruction for his sadistic pleasure. “I would have never thought that I would actually have you, laying her, tied up nice and tight, stretched out on my large bed to play with, but a boy can dream can’t he? HAHAHA Now tell me Sweetheart… Isn’t this more comfortable than the icy floor of the foyer?”
Claire sat in the wake of Mark’s ominous silence waiting for an answer to his very loaded question. Part of her mind was terrified beyond all reason and the massive conflict between her resistance and growing subtle approval of her hopeless predicament made the idea of forming words seemingly insurmountable. After a few passing moments, the weight of the thunderous silence became too much.
“…no…” Claire could not bring herself to admit that the presumed location of even more insidious torment was comfortable in the least of degree.
“Oh you know you’re right Claire. There is something missing!” With that, Mark began insistently spidering all ten of his evil fingertips up and down Claire’s smooth bare legs causing her to writhe in protest and squeal in girlish laughter in response to the ticklish intrusion. “Is this better Claire?” Mark concentrated all of his menacing digits scraping and probing the hollows under Claire’s violently shaking knees which proved to be a hot bed of lively nerves. “I honestly don’t know how I could have forgotten HAHAHA!”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe stop Mark stop heheheheheheeheheheh that tickles hahahhahhahahhahahhah it tickles it tickles it tickles hahahahahahahahahahah stop stop stop hahahahhahhhahahahhah not the knees not the knees hahahahahahhahahahahahaha!” The light precise caress of her trembling legs was a horrible whisper of electric sensations that was somewhat more subtle than the deep torment of her poor torso but in a way the light touch was even more maddening. With every passing second Claire developed an even greater hatred of each of Mark’s icy cruel fingers.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, It’s supposed to tickle Claire. That’s why it’s called Tickling silly. I don’t know if now is the right time for jokes sweetheart!” Mark was a man possessed. He wanted to relish the sheer abject torture of each and every fiber of muscle that made up the object of his life’s greatest affection.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M NOT JOKING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES IT TICKLES HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHA OH GOD NO!” In sharp contrast to the light teasing caress of her bare skin, now Mark was viciously massaging the slender tendons on either side of her sensitive knees with his clawed fingers. The sensation made both of her entire legs burn with ticklish despair. She violently jerked from the top of the bed contorting in every direction that she could imagine in a futile effort to escape Mark’s quick hands, but no matter how much she gyrated they never left their defenseless targets.
“Really… How bad does it tickle Claire? Does it tickle REALLY BAD CLAIRE?” Mark wanted it… he wanted it all. He wanted to hear her say it.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES SO FUCKING BAD MARK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH JUST UNTIE ME… PLEASE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH PLEASE MARK JUST NTIE ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!” Claire had no idea that her knees could even be tickled in such a manner let alone how torturous it would be. The only thing that she could think about at that current moment was the end to the murderous mistreatment of her trembling bare knees.
“Is that what you really want Claire? You want me to Untie you?” Mark resumed the light teasing stroking of Claire’s twitching bare legs to keep her off balance.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS heheheheheeheheeheheh. Yes just untie, please Mark. Hehehhheehheheeheh please please untie me!!” Claire could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe she could reason with him after all.
“Are you SURE? I want to make sure that we are very CLEAR about this!” Mark took up a sporadic mix of light teasing caresses and then more sinister massage of horribly ticklish tendons. He relished Claire’s helplessly panicked reactions at each ruthless punctuation.
“Yes Mark YEAHAHAHAAH hehehehehe yes please eheheheehhhhe please untiHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHHAAHAHA OH GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA hehehee please untie Me heheheheehehehehehe HAHAAHHAAHHAHHAHAHA Oh God not the knees!” No matter how hard Claire tried, she could never predict the horrid sensation to come. The soothing light titillation mixed with the unbearable deep tickles on the backs of her knees was absolutely dreadful. This had to stop. This had to end. Mark had to untie her.
“I don’t KNOW… I mean, you don’t sound very CONVINCING CLAIRE. HAHA. I want to know how much you REALLY want me to untie these CUTE little WRISTS OF YOURS!” Mark Lunged forward lying atop his viciously bucking beauty once again with her firm thighs and ample bottom held fast between his own strong legs. Mark’s dove all ten of his violently wriggling and probing fingers into Claire’s exposed sensitive ribcage. Claire could not help but explode in violent bouts hysterical screaming laughter further straining her lightly burning lungs. Mark wanted to hear her scream for release. He wanted to hear her in utter ticklish abandon at the hands of his cruel torturous ministrations. He wanted to hear the sweet desperation dripping in her panicked shrieks for mercy sprinkled between her sweet maniacal cackles brought on by his devilish fingers.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHA OH MARK HAAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE!!!” Claire knew what Mark wanted. He wanted to hear her beg. He wanted verbal validation of his power over her. She wanted to fight it, but it seemed like a small price to pay for this tormenting madness to end while her horribly stressed sanity was still in tact. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE MARK PLEASE HAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE JUST UNTIE ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEASE IT TICKLES SO BAD AHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAA OH MY GOD IT TICKLES AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT FUCKING TICKLES HAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA STOP STOP PLEASE STOP HAHAHHAHAHAHA PLEASE NO MORE HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE JUST UNTIE ME PLEASE PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHSE huuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuu ohhhhhhhhhh huuuuuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuu!” The cool air rushing back into Claire’s thirsting lungs was almost too pleasurable as she was finally allowed to catch her breath. Maybe that was enough. Maybe he was finally starting to listen to her. She had already been through so much. Maybe this was enough.
Claire could feel Mark’s hands lightly rubbing her shoulders. They were strained from her unending struggle against the strict silk that rendered her hands useless bound behind her back. As much as she hated to admit it, the gentle massage was terribly soothing. She could feel Mark’s gently push his face past her wild hair that was now wonderfully splayed all over the top of her gorgeous back from tossing her head from side to side in helpless tormented abandon. The gentle caress of his sweet lips burned against her bare warm skin. The horrid sensations of the unending tickles was bad enough but the continual contrast to his loving affection only caused Claire’s body to involuntarily seek out even more delicious titillating data to somehow resolve the conflicting signals between her bare thighs and in the tips of her firm breasts. Claire’s greatest struggle now was against allowing even a single proverbial toe to slip into the warm bath of sensual pleasure that she could feel Mark drawing with his guided hands and persistent lips. As she closed her eyes and sank her lightly glowing face into the mattress as if to hide from the gravity of her current predicament for the first time Claire allowed herself a brief fleeting image of what it might be like to loose.
“Claire…” Mark once again brought his face right next to hers. “Do you really want me to untie you?” Mark couldn’t help but gently kiss Claire’s sweet cheeks as he peppered her with teasing questions. He had wanted so badly in the terrible months past to have her there, right there as his canvas for his life’s great affection. He couldn’t help himself.
“Yes Mark… Please. Please untie me. I promise that I will forget about this whole thing, just please, untie my hands.” Claire could barely look at Mark. She was still lost in her growing confusion. This was not the reserved boy who never fit in that she had known for so long. This was someone else, but yet still so familiar. She couldn’t fully reconcile what was happening at that very moment and she could not take his pointed gaze in her uncertainty.
“Okay Claire… I will untie you okay. But you have to do something for me first okay…” Mark made every attempt to let his passionate kisses and gentle caress lead his captured beauty to the decision that he was aching for her to make.
“… what do you want from me Mark…. I just want you to untie me… what do you want me to do?” This wasn’t about resignation, this was about getting out. Within reason, some false promise or trivial task would be a small price to pay to ensure that her hyper-ticklish ribs were no where near this maniac’s icy fingers.
“I want you to thank me, Sweetie. I want you to thank me for granting you mercy!” Mark’s words were like icicles in the back of Claire’s mind. THANK HIM? After her forced imprisonment and mindless tickle torture how in the world could she THANK HIM for the freedom that was rightfully hers?
Claire tried as best she could to bury her face completely in the comforter atop the soft mattress unable to face the stark reality that right now this was her only option. The remnants of Mark’s last stinging attack still tormented her quivering ribs; any attempt to move her arms forced her to strain against her silk bondage. Moving her body in the slightest reminded her that she was helplessly trapped under Mark’s imposing form. She knew that she was in no place to bargain, no place to demand, and certainly no place to refuse.
Mark loved watching Claire’s mind tear in two pieces over his diabolical proposal. A shred of freedom for a shred of her intolerable pride-fair trade! Every whimper, every moan of malcontent, every gyration as she prepared for this dreadful concession only drove Mark to even greater heights of lustful intoxication from his first real drink from the fountain of unmitigated dominance.
“Of course… If you don’t WANT my mercy Claire I am sure that I can find something to keep us both entertained while your hands are tied so tightly behind your back… Don’t you?” Claire could feel Mark’s hands shifting from her aching shoulders and flowing mane back to their poised positions on either side of her bound form preparing for the next attack. She couldn’t let that happen…
“Noooo, I mean, yes. Yes I want you to have mercy on me Mark…” Claire couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Not like this. Not now. Not here. Starring blankly into the lightly tear stained mattress she couldn’t believe that it had come to this, but she also knew that another second of the insidious torment was far too much for her to bear.
“Claire… look at me… LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU YOUNG LADY! I want you to SAY IT… SAY IT, or I will leave you here tied up until I feel like letting you out…” Mark couldn’t control himself. This knew rush of exhilaration from dominating his dearest love was an entity all unto itself. It was like a separate being growing inside of him, feeding off of poor Claire’s every startled reaction. Her deep sighs of panic only added to his ever increasing frenzy at her predicament…
Claire’s entire body was riddled with icy chills at the sheer sternness in Mark’s voice. He had never talked to her like this before. She had never seen this part of him. So confident, so demanding, so insistent, so… She was frozen as more waves of confused fear and trepidation began to tremor from the very tips of her slender toes wrapped in their leather casing to the very tips of her long flowing hair. Her breathing became more and more erratic with Mark’s every domineering word and the prospect of this one act of submission was a terrible weight on poor Claire’s conscience. The more that the sinister evening progressed, the more she was reminded of the long whispered confessions that she wrote to Mark so carelessly….
It’s easy to imagine or even know deep down that someone will enjoy the sick little games that you have in store for them. It always makes the fantasies of their corrupt indulgence all the more intense when you have that inkling that somewhere deep down they will inevitably get off on even the darkest parts of you.
But there is nothing that prepares you for that first moment when you can feel them being sucked into the delicate web that you have sewn for them. You can feel their body going through shock after shock receiving little jolts of sinful pleasure from debaucheries they never imagined. You can hear their breathing become so labored from the sheer sweltering excitement of the blossoming moment. You can feel their entire being fighting desperately to exist in the controlled chaos of their first brush with unbridled lusts that they have been trying to hide for so long. Just seeing those hidden desires bubbling to the surface against that persons very will makes your veins pulse with a corrupt empowerment that is far too sweet to ignore. It makes you feel alive, maybe even for the very first time.
Claire finally turned to look at the immodest sadistic beast that held her captive. Finally seeing her take her eyes away from the mattress and address his gleaming evil face, Mark presented his cheek right in front of Claire’s pouting lips (the same cheek that she had burned with her searing lipstick just moments before.)
“I want a proper thank you young lady…” Mark could not hide the indulgent smile from creeping across his face. This was a moment beyond all comprehension. Finally having Claire bound and at his sinister mercy truly brought out the very worst in him.
He couldn’t be serious. This is the only thought cascading through Claire’s mind. Mark wanted her to kiss his cheek, ratifying her acceptance of his intrusion. This was like something from a nightmare. This was a fairy tale gone horribly wrong. She was just moments away from going to meet the man that she had dreamed about for so long and yet the road past this one turn became very unclear. How could she? COULD SHE? Did she even have a choice? Claire swallowed hard. She swallowed a piece of her pride to trickle down her now raspy throat in addition to her saliva. It was a small price to pay to move past this moment in time. The only thing that comforted her was the promise that in just a few hours she would be able to finally rest in her “Master’s” strong arms. She reached out with her sweet lips (leaving part of her throbbing heart behind) to purchase her respite from Mark’s ever growing cruelty.
“…*kiss* thank you… thank you for taking mercy on me Mark. Thank you for untying me.” Claire swore that Mark’s skin felt colder than the glistening tile that had been pressed so firmly against her bare back in the foyer. In all their years of friendship she had never felt this distant from him. She could barely contemplate returning to that form of companionship now. After this… everything would change. Everything had changed. After stepping so unexpectedly into the recesses of Claire’s forbidden fantasies any prospect of their continued friendship was lost forever.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, You’re welcome Claire. I just want to make you happy. You know that I just want to make you happy right?” Mark lightly patted Claire’s flowing hair and rubbed the palm of his hand across the bare expanse of her shoulders and the base of her neck soothing the horrendous tension that the last half hour had weighed on the innocent girl from next door. He could feel her releasing some of the emotional pressure that had undoubtedly been building to critical mass deep inside of her with gasping sighs and gentle whimpers of relief.
“Huuuuuu uuu Huuuuuuuuuu yes Mark… Yes. I know.” Claire couldn’t bear to open her eyes right now. She was just doing this to get out. She had to get out. She would do whatever it took for this horrible moment to end. A few patronizing lies was nothing compared to her freedom.
She felt Mark slide to the side of her on the bed. She felt her entire body stretch in approval as she was released from his massive body weight. She could stretch her legs, roll her shoulders, or slither her torso unabated and it felt wonderful in contrast to her previous confinement. Claire just allowed her body to regain it’s range of motion bringing her ankles to the her firm buns bending and stretching her legs as she felt Mark’s hands once again take hold of her wrists. She turned her head away from her captor and allowed the cool whispers of air to take away any worry as her moment of freedom was at hand. Feeling the first knot untied brought a subtle moan of pleasure past Claire’s lips. She dare not say anything. She would hate to anger him into another delirious frenzy of pitiless tickles. Claire didn’t think that she could handle that. She just let the cool air cascade across her warm skin as the tight silk was finally removed from her slender wrists.
Feeling her binds finally gone, Claire brought her arms circling around and stretching them in front of her. Her sweet tender deltoid muscles reveled in their first real movement since she had been bound and the subtle pleasure of her rhythmic stressing was terrifically calming. After so many long torturous minutes of forced exertion Claire felt more than a little winded. Even in the wake of her freedom, the comfort of the massive bed gave her pause to lie for a minute catching her breath. She tucked her hands under her head still turned away from her tormentor.
Each second that passed felt like a restful eternity, almost too restful. Claire’s eyes popped open with the horrid realization that she was drifting off in contentment with every stroke of Mark’s gentle hands through her long dark locks and caress of her bare back. She emitted a tiny gasp of shock that she had allowed her defenses to lapse even for a second allowing that fiend even a second to slip in. She could sense that Mark felt her crash back to reality as he rolled from her side to sit on the bed on the opposite side of her.
Claire pushed herself slowly off of the Mattress, slowly regaining her familiarity with moving over her own accord. She pried herself to a sitting position facing the massive window staring off into the twilight of the falling sun as manifestation of the end of her life’s great joy, her friendship with Mark. As hard as she had tried to fight it since she was just a little girl, the look in Mark’s eyes when she first surprised him in the living room told her that their friendship battered by Claire’s new revelations and the distance of the passing months would not survive this very nightfall. Claire knew what had to be done. The past few minutes had been confirmation enough.
No one ever said that perfection was going to be easy. Believe me, it’s a tough road. No matter how far you get, or how close you think you are there always seems to be another obstacle to climb. You see, the path to real Perfection is full of crossroads, and wrong turns, and roadblocks that you just have to plow through to get to what you REALLY want. It may look bleak at times… It might even look impossible. But the real heroes do it anyway!
There was a long moment of silence. Both of them let what had just happened sink in. Mark had quietly dreamed for so long of Claire’s shrieking giggles filling his heart to the brim with unending joy. Even just a taste of her sweet sorrow would be worth an eternity of torment. Claire could not believe that Mark had forced her to endure a fantasy that she barely even said out loud. It was so private, so intimate; it made her feel so vulnerable. She felt slightly uneasy just being in the same room with him.
Claire felt Mark slide off of the bed and walk to the massive dresser against the bedroom wall-next to the massive doorframe that was only seconds away. She could sense him standing in front of the mirror, just staring. She knew that in the wake of all that had happened that this had to be a very intense experience for him. She almost felt sorry for all that he must be feeling… almost. But that would in no way subside her fuming anger that he had taken advantage of her in such a way. She never thought that Mark could be so bold, so heartless, so evil, so menacing, so careless, or so domineering. Claire looked over her shoulder allowing her rage to once again percolate in her hazel pools. She couldn’t believe that he made her kiss his cheek in approval. She couldn’t believe that she made her THANK him for such a personal violation.
Claire’s mounting fury was her driving force to composure. It was the best emotion right now to quiet her bout with the other gentle burnings that were beginning to consume parts of her body. Using both of her soft hands, she gently tamed all of her long black hair away from her face and took in a few steadying breaths before allowing her scintillating heels to adorn the carpet bedroom floor for the first time. Her legs actually had a faint soreness from her ticklish ordeal. It would be an interesting reminder of the afternoon ordeal. She glided lightly towards him. Even with her freedom finally in her hand she had to face him, she owed herself that. She could see that tightly wrapped around his right hand was Mark’s own souvenir of that special afternoon in the form of the tie that she had so impolitely ruined with her earnest struggles for release. She saw look up from the top of the dresser in the mirror at her as she stood sternly with her arms crossed.
“Mark… I can’t believe that you did that to me. I… You never… I never… How could….” Claire couldn’t find words to express the swirling emotions flaming behind her hazel eyes fueled by the growing rage over Mark’s new found audacity. “Don’t just stand there Mark. After that… after what you just did to me… you have to say SOMETHING…” More than anything Claire wanted answers. With every menacing caress she honestly thought that she deserved some.
“I don’t know what you are talking about Claire…” Claire was puzzled. Mark seemed possessed by an eerie calm that was altogether alien to her. How could he play coy at a time like this?
“Mark Eddie Sadler You know EXACTLY what I am talking about. How could you do something like that to me and then stand here and play DUMB?” Mark’s quizzical responses only served to enrage Claire further. Now was not the time for games.
“No Claire, I don’t I honestly don’t. What are you talking about? What’s this THING that I did to you?” Strangely, Mark stood tool, unbuttoned his sleeves, rolled them to his elbows, and unbuttoned the top two clasps of his heavily starched shirt making sure that not a single fiber was out of place. Claire could not make heads or tails of Mark’s behavior, but the cloud of sinister calm permeating around his very being began to feel more than a little disturbing. Claire felt a very real chill crawling up her spine as she watched Mark neatly fold his tattered tie and place it delicately in the drawer as if a prize fro a mythical battle. What was happening to him?
“DID TO ME? You pinned me to the ground, tied my hands behind my back, dragged me into your bedroom… Don’t tell me that you forgot what just happened all of two minutes ago Mark!” Claire’s hands pressed against her hips she demanded as best she could that Mark give an account for his absolutely fiendish actions.
“You forgot about the tickling Claire… How could you forget the best part? I tickled you didn’t I. I tickled you quite a lot as a matter of fact Claire. Don’t you remember?” Now Claire’s confusion was raging jut as much as her building anger. Was this some kind of sick game?
“Oh so now you remember… LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU MARK!” Claire couldn’t believe herself. She was yelling, yelling at the top of her lungs. She was always so reserved, so introverted, so controlled! What had those few moments of helplessness done to her psyche?
Mark turning to look at her with a mocking smile and his hands placed firmly in the pockets of his dress pants did nothing to quiet her rage or resolve her confusion. She hated the way he looked at her. It was as though there was nothing wrong. How could he be so calm…
“I’m Looking Claire… My god… you are so beautiful right now. Hehe I have seen you so many times before, but you look so beautiful right now…. Right this second. Hehe.” Mark had never felt this confident before in his life. At this moment he could do no wrong. He even saw a falter in Claire’s enraged expression at his pointed compliments. At this moment the entire universe and all that transpired in it happened under his express permission. Right now he was…
Claire could not believe his expression. He took this so casually. Was he not aware of what had just happened? Claire stepped right into the heart of the beast. She looked him right in the eye. She refused to wilt under the pressure of Mark’s growing iniquity. If nothing else, after all that had happened between them, she deserved an explanation. With the added height of her sexy stilettos Claire’s eyes were right in front of his and she would not back down an inch… would she?
“So what do you have to say for yourself, Mark? What do you have to say for what you just put me through, HUH? What do you have to say for what you just DID to me?” As intense as Claire’s expression became Mark’s entire body seemed to relax. It was like every word that she uttered had been preplanned in his mind. Who was he?
“Doing…” That was the only response that he offered. Certainly he couldn’t think that some cryptic one liner would absolve the events of moments past.
“This is not time for JOKES Mark. I’m serious. This isn’t some fucking joke this time. What made you do that? HUH? ” Claire’s frustration began to boil over. She could feel her own slim hands grasping her hips tightly as the pressure from the mounting unresolved tension became too much. Claire stared deeply into mark’s deep eyes and the only thing that she could find was calculating contempt.
“DOING…” Claire could see by his expression that he honestly thought that this one word had meaning. Claire had seen enough she just threw her hands up at her side in resignation.
“Whatever Mark. You do something like that to someone that you have been friends with for more than half you life and you can’t even give me a FUCKING answer. I’m tired of your Games Mark. I hope you have a nice night. I’m Leaving…” Even as she expressed her obvious concern Claire was startled that Mark’s expression never changed. She couldn’t believe it. At least in the midst of their little frolic she thought that he was finally being honest about the way that he felt. Maybe that was just an illusion? She just shook her head and stepped deliberately to the door…She was met sternly as Mark’s strong left hand reached out grabbing Claire’s right arm throwing her back in front of him.
“Get your Fucking hand off of me.” Claire’s anger reached all time highs as she was denied exit from the ticklish hell of Mark’s bedroom. She stumbled slightly in her high heels recoiling from his violent thrust. Claire just stared up at him in disbelief. He had never acted this way before.
“No… You’re not leaving. The reason that I didn’t answer you is because of bad word choice. Come on Claire. Now we’re both sales people, remember. What is that you always used to tell me? ‘We are the architects of words.’ You’re absolutely right. I just can’t sit here and let you use the wrong descriptor can I? *Whisper-That’s not what Friends do Claire-Whisper* HAHA…” Claire could not believe what she was hearing. He was laughing at her. He was teasing her about some obscure mistake in grammar and laughing away such a monumental transgression. Was this Mark? “You kept confusing me with words like DID and DO… For instance, you asked me about why I Did that to you. What you should have asked is ‘Why am I Doing this to you?’ See the difference?” Claire’s heart sank… he couldn’t mean... could he? “You asked me so nicely to untie you Claire. I just had to oblige. And then you kissed me… you kissed me so sweetly. I am a very merciful person Claire. I’m sure that you will find that out in great detail in Time… I just had to give you a nice long break before the real fun began…”
“…break…” Claire was terrified beyond all reason. All the hope and joy of her freedom began to slowly drain away at the revelation that Mark had more in store for her sensitive form.
“Yes Claire. A BREAK. I said that I would untie you and I did. I’m a man of my word. But you didn’t actually think I was going to let you GO did you Claire… awwwwww… That’s so cute!” That smile… that damned smile. Mark’s face began to contort into the same sinister portrait just after Claire struck him in the entrance way. Claire could feel every blood vessel in her entire body beset by her quickening pulse and the nervous feeling as drums of adrenaline were poured into her bloodstream. Mark’s third hand reached out grasping her entire body in the icy fingers of shear dread and her entire bode began to tremble in his wake. The ability to speak had gone from her. All that she could do was look at Mark in sheer amazement. Is this what he had become? Was he now just a…
“Do you even REALIZE how much fun this is for me Claire? Do you have any idea how sinful it was to feel you body, your perfect body, writhing against me in desperation. Your voice is so beautiful Claire. Do you know what it was like to dream on the melody of your girlish giggles and deep throaty laughter?” With every menacing question, Mark took another step towards his all but conquered prize. With his every ominous advance Claire’s body trembled just a little bit more at the prospect of further insidious torment. For some sick reason, she couldn’t tear herself away from Mark’s possessed eyes. There was so much fire, so much life, so much determination, so much confidence, so much dominance…. SHE HATED IT… but she couldn’t bear to look away. She raised her arms at her side in the classic defensive poster almost unconsciously, but she knew that it would do her no good.
“And the screaming… Oh My god Claire the Screaming!” Mark just closed his eyes still walking towards his backpedaling beauty relishing the searing memory of Claire’s beautiful hysterical screams in the midst of her ticklish agony. The shrill sound of panic, despair, and helplessness brought a tender grin to Mark’s demonic face just imagining the course after the delicious appetizer. “Did you really think that after tasting that… tasting you-that I would let someone else have all the fun? Come on Claire. You know me better than that don’t you, sweetheart. All these years… waiting, hoping, watching… patiently Claire. You think that I would let someone else take the wage for all the affection and encouragement that I have given to you so freely? To what do I owe your low opinion of me Claire? All those nights, thinking, dreaming, fantasizing about the glorious day that I could hear my cute little CONTROL FREAK SCREAMING BEGGING PLEADING FOR MY MERCY? Did you think I was just going to throw that all out the window for “Him”?
Before Claire knew it, she had retreated all the way to the foot of Mark’s imposing bed. She braced herself against the bed frame still unable to either speak or break her entranced gaze with the beast standing before her. She had never known Mark to be a person of great envy, but she feared that in his current state his jealous rage would truly devour her, all of her, to never return.
“It’s not over Claire. It hasn’t even begun. I am going to torture you Claire. I am going to torture you for hours. I am going to torture you until I finally tire of your desperate please for mercy, and your loud hysterical shrieking laughter. And if today is any indication, that is going to take a LONG… LONG… TIME CLAIRE. You’re little letters… this is what they did. I guess I was always like this. I just never knew it till now. I actually want to thank you Claire. I couldn’t imagine going back to the way it was. But don’t worry Claire. They were just the beginning. I am going to make you pay… just like I PAYED for each one. And then I am going to take my time… and SHOW YOU each and every twisted little idea that they inspired in this wicked little mind of mine Claire. So congratulations Claire… you’ve made yourself a Monster… I am going to make sure that you FULLY enjoy all the benefits… HAHAHA”
Claire could not believe her eyes. Mark had become the manifestation of her most horrible nightmares. His words hit home like ice, his stare was terrifying, his sinister laugh was haunting, and his nimble limbs were dreadfully intimidating. Mark looked on as his always blushing beauty trembled deliciously before him.
The most gratifying thing in the world is to finally see what your evil does to someone. It’s one thing to plot, and plan and try your best to craft this cascading series of reactions that you want to see in someone. But when you finally see it! When you finally see the fear, the anger, the hatred, the trepidation, the confusion, and the battle with their own desires while their body SHAKES with desperate excitement they can’t ignore… It makes you feel so… PROUD.
Claire was still frozen as Mark’s devious threats still lingered in the air. How could he do this to her? She tried again and again to open her mouth, to say something, but her eyes locked with Mark’s piercing gaze prevented any audible response. The shock of Mark’s transformation was more than anything that she could imagine…
“Awwwwwwwwwww… Come now Claire. At least you could do me the COURTESY of running… HAHAHA!” Mark playfully darted his hands in Claire’s direction just to see her jump in her heightened state of anxiety…. The sudden burst of fear brought Claire’s beautiful feet thankfully back to planet earth.
“You’re Carzy…” Claire shifted slightly to her right on the bed railing in a subtle attempt to gain leverage on the doorway… At this Mark just took one step directly back. It’s like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“No Claire… I’m not Crazy, I’m not. I’m just finally man enough to know that I’m not crazy for wanting to all these wonderful things to you. After a little time I’m sure that you’ll agree. It your naughty little e-mail were any indication anyway… HAHHA!” That was it… that was the last straw. She could be overpowered, she could be taunted, she could even be tortured, but there was no way that Claire was going to stand for being laughed at.
Claire sprinted as much as was humanly possible in her seductive heels towards the door. She lunged as hard as she could towards the door hoping against hope that she would reach the handle. As expected however, the only thing that she succeeded in reaching was Mark’s strong left arm.
“Come on Claire. You know that I’m not that easy…. I thought you played basketball? I thought they teach you how to drive? Come on Claire… show me what you got… hehehe!” Mark was lost in the world of his own lust. He had waited his entire life to be here, right here in this moment with the woman that he loved more than anything in the world. She had never looked more beautiful than she did right now. The reason for this new found radiance was the change in Mark’s keen perception. Now, he could no longer see the shy young girl who was not ready to experience her femininity with him. The only thing that he could see through his monstrous eyes was the strong, confident, sexy woman that wanted nothing more than to be trapped in his bedchamber all the days of her life. This was not a figment of his imagination. It was the real infant reality growing inside of Claire’s subconscious. As she regrouped from her last unfamiliar bout with defeat and prepared to mount her next charge Mark’s heart skipped a beat… The child was growing. All that he had to do was help it to the surface.
“Haha… That’s two years all STATE if you haven’t forgotten…!” Claire could do this. She might not be able to resist Mark’s strength, but she was at least going to touch that door knob. At least that one single victory would give her some sense of control in a world that at the moment seemed to be spinning out of her reach.
Claire darted far to the left and then back to the right hoping that Mark would lunge at her first move. The only difference between this attempt and the last was which of Mark’s strong arms she landed in. This time he wrapped his arm around her pinning her arms to her full chest. He couldn’t help but enjoy her earnest struggles against his chest while she strained desperately for freedom. So close, he was once again anointed with the fresh smell of her perfume and the gentle touch of her warm body through the delicious silky material writhing against him.
“And in Case you’ve forgotten, I’m not some 5’4” guard in a dress trying to get extra credit for gym class. Maybe you need a little reminder!” Mark brought his left hand to a crashing smack on Claire’s fetching behind playfully spanking her to fan the flames of her rage. He loved the feeling of her angry thrashing massaging his body with her soft gentle form.
“Oh… you piece of shittttttttttttt *huh* Fuck… *huh* I swear to god if you smack my ass one more time Mark *ahhh*” Claire could not stand the humiliation. To be held so tightly and spanked on her firm buns was so embarrassing for a grown woman of her stature. Who did Mark think he was?
“Well Claire… if you didn’t take such *FOUL* tone with me… then maybe this wouldn’t be *NECESSARY*! Hmmmmmm!” Mark couldn’t help but relish the firm contours of Claire’s desperately twitching derriere. He could have kept this up for hours, but he had much more PRESSING plans in mind (right now anyway!)
“You *huh* mphhhhhhhhhhhhhh *humm*” Claire bit her bottom lip in frustration. She was again at a disadvantage. She had no choice but to play his sick little game until she could plan her next move.
“Ah Ah… What was that?” Mark raised his hand playfully so that Claire could sense the impending swat. He didn’t want that cute little mind of hers wandering too far from the idea that he was the one in control here.
“Nothiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!” Claire’s answer was dripping with mockery and sass. This brought a corrupt deviant smile to Mark’s lips and a gentle stirring to his racing heart. She had such spirit, such fight, such determination. Her full submission would be his greatest victory. He would savor every moment of her sensual journey.
“Good… now go again. But please, try and put forth some effort this time. I take a lack of enthusiasm as an insult…” Mark released her pushing her slightly back to the foot of the bed and taking his position between her and the gateway to her freedom. “I didn’t realize that you had gotten so slow since you stopped playing organized ball. Really this isn’t fair…” Claire hates arrogance…
“Mark… I think we both know now that even though I grew up with four brothers, I don’t have much problem hitting a girl!” Claire waited patiently for her opening.
“Mmmmmmm, still feisty I see HAHA…. Don’t loose that okay, no matter how bad it gets. That’s my favorite part HAHAHA!” Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at Claire’s illogical defiance.
“Oh I WONNNNNNNN’T” Claire lunged once again aiming straight for Mark’s right shoulder. When he reached out with his right arm to grab her she spun to her right desperately reaching for the knob to the door. The world slowed. She knew that real escape was just a fantasy, but she hoped against hope that she could at least have the small satisfaction of reaching past Mark’s grasp if only for a second. She felt her body weight role off of his left side before he could grab her. When she regained her footing she could see the gleam of the brass handle with tightening tunnel vision. It was so close. She reached out as far as she could with her right arm. She was just inches away…
Claire felt Mark’s strong hands wrap around her full hips. Before she could even think about taking her prize in her hand, she felt herself being forcefully taken from the ground by her mid section. Before Claire could analyze what had happened, she felt herself being slammed hard into the door to Mark’s bedroom while he pressed his pelvis right against hers. She felt his knowing hands roaming freely from her backside down the exposed parts of her thigh to the backs of her now bending knees pulling her toned legs to either side of him. She could feel her full chest pressed against his and her nipples deliciously rubbing against the crisp material of his starched shirt. The feeling of his sweet lips again savagely attacking her poor defenseless bare neck was almost intoxicating.
“Ohhhhhh My God… huuuuuuuuu huuuuuuu!” Instead of her first real victory, this was another one of Claire’s subtle defeats. The war for her freedom had long since been conceded. The only battle that still held out even a slither of hope was her fervent self promise to deny Mark her willing indulgence. In the wake of Mark’s new animalistic masculinity that battle became harder and harder for Claire to wage.
No matter how much she tried to fight it, everything that was feminine inside of her came roaring to life softening her entire form to the beast that so strictly held her captive. Claire could only close her eyes and bite her lip trying desperately to fight her inherent desire to be ravaged, conquered, and even dominated. In addition to Mark’s brute strength, supple lips, knowing hands, and intimidating presence, Claire found herself also conflicted over her own lewd subconscious imagery of the one place on all of the earth that she secretly wanted Mark to deposit all of his pent up aggression. With every second that passed, Claire’s body began to betray her. The true fighter that she is she only doubled and redoubled her own conscious efforts to slip into the garden of pleasure that was being so forcefully prepared for her. She couldn’t give in. Not like this.
“Oh come on Claire… You’re not even trying… I know that you REALLY don’t want to go anywhere, but you could at least make it fun.” Mark used his teeth to lightly nibble and caress the nape of Claire’s neck causing her to wince as the sharp jolts of pleasure continued to take hold of her tattered form. Her breathing was already labored and Mark’s loving attention was doing nothing to steady it.
“Damn Heels… Ohhhhhhh uhhhhhhhh!” With her every gasp or moan of approval Claire could feel Mark’s intensity creep up a notch spurred on by her fervent reactions. As good as his hands felt caressing her bare legs, and as wonderful the sensation of his passionate kisses against her neck and shoulders she hated giving Mark the satisfaction of her unbridled reactions. They were hers. They were hers alone. Claire bit down on her lip in earnest. She promised herself that she would emit as little sound as possible. If she had to go through the utter frustration of such an unwelcome ordeal then she would certainly do nothing to aid her captor in his depraved satisfaction.
“Tisk Tisk Claire… Excuses excuses… HAHA. But don’t worry, Sweetheart. In just a few brief moments, you won’t have to worry about walking in those sexy little heels of yours the rest of the day!” Mark couldn’t contain his excitement at the very mention of Claire’s intoxicating heels, her sexy toes, soft heels, and perfect feet. He knew all too well that above all else, this was her greatest weakness and most intense source of erotic fear. Having her legs and ankles tightly bound for his cruel exploitation of her bound wriggling bare soles was the subject of many a late nigh fantasy. The prospect of final fulfillment gave the wonderfully cool air a sweet aroma to augment the pungent scent of Claire’s alluring perfume…
“Hmphhh You promise?” Claire still couldn’t bear to open her eyes, but she was rediscovering her sense of sarcastic humor.
“Oh of Course Claire… I promise!” Mark dug both of his hands into Claire’s exposed underarms causing her to cringe wonderfully into a defensive ball. Mark loved feeling her so close to him. He could see the olive skin of her face contort wonderfully with every jolt of ticklish despair and admire the stark contrast of the dress material to her tanned shoulders as his hands were trapped beneath them. There was just one thing missing.
“MHPMHPMHPHMHPMHHPMHPHMHMHPMHPMPM” Very low muffled ramblings were all that Mark could muster from his blushing beauty. He could see her gleam of forced ticklish mirth adorning her perfect lips, but he could not find the wonderful soundtrack of her hysterical girlish laughter.
Mark turned his attention to her sensitive sides, rubbing gently up and down first, then massaging, then skittering his fingertips up and down each side in rapid succession. This caused Claire to slither like a snake in his strong embrace and arch her back pressing her pelvis even more into Mark’s growing midsection. Mark could tell that the sensations were almost unbearable for her, but he was still denied his prize.
He tried her hips… no avail. He squeezed, pinched, massaged, and stroked. He manipulated each hollow, clawed at their sides, teasingly stroked the crease of her strong legs as they were spread around him. He could see her smile. He could see her squirm. But he could not HEAR her ardent disgust of the horrid sensations. Mark paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. What was happening? Whatever it was it spurred Claire to open her eyes looking directly into Mark’s starring pools.
“Huhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhh huhhhhhhh LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?” Claire was ecstatic. She couldn’t believe that she had held on. Mark’s sinister touch tickled like mad but she knew that she had to hold on. She didn’t know how long it would last: maybe a few minutes, maybe a few moments, or maybe even a few seconds. But right now, this moment, she was the tough strong woman that she always knew she was.
“So…. You’re still trying to play the little tough girl I see?” Claire’s every attempt at controlling a situation that was long since lost only made Mark’s heart ache more to finally have her as his prized possession. Claire’s every teasing word only served to feed the insidious beast growing deep inside Mark’s loins and inspire him to new heights of depravity.
“Mmmmmmm Always. That’s what I am. I’m the BITCH who isn’t going to let you have her laughter anymore.” Claire did not break eye contact with Mark for one second. She wanted to show him that her words could be just as icy as his. She had to prove that one point, if nothing else.
“Uhhh huuu, so you aren’t going to LET ME have your laughter anymore…HUH?” Mark’s hands both strayed cupping Claire’s firm buns and she could not help but gasp in approval. The way that Mark was continually distracting her was terribly unfair.
“Nope… not one bit. I’m not going to let you have it Mark… not one shred… not one peel!” Claire loved being in control. The feeling of regaining it inch by inch emboldened her at every step of the way… “It’s a shame though. I know that ‘HE’ would just take it. But I guess you’re not him huh?” Unfortunately in this world, Sometimes boldness comes with a steep price.
“Really… well we are just going to have to work on that then aren’t we? HAHAHA!” Mark was absolutely un-phased by Claire’s unconscionable insult. How could she mention “HIS’ name? Show could she say that in front of Mark. How could she say that now of all times? In a way it was cruel, but more than anything it was suicidal.
Claire let out another squeal of desperate surprised as Mark reached under her firm behind with his left arm and snared her reeling torso with is right plucking her from the bedroom door, carrying her for a few brief steps and slamming her face down on the bed for good measure. Her legs dangled off the edge and Mark pressed himself firmly against her bending her over nicely. With every passing second of being so casually manhandled, the blood in Claire’s firm body was being reallocated from her head to other places gently stirring to arousal.
Mark pinned Claire’s hands over her head yet again with his left arm and rested all of his body weight on Claire’s trembling form. She still couldn’t believe that she had said it, let alone contemplate the repercussions of her actions. She buried her ace in the comforter once again only to be further pestered by Mark’s incessant kissing. Why would he not allow her to hate him in peace? Didn’t she deserve at least that?
Claire despised the feeling of Mark’s firm hardness pressed so lewdly into her lightly tensing buns. She was utterly disgusted with herself for so shamefully rubbing her full bottom against it as much as she could swaying her midsection back and forth to further invite Mark’s transgression. Mark’s actions were bad enough, but having to fight her own body’s natural carnal reactions was dreadfully taxing.
Claire felt a single bare fingertip pressed delicately onto her right elbow and dragged lightly in a straight line back and forth against her tricep… Was he?
“Well Claire. I guess this means that I am going to have to spend some time re-learning how to coax out that beautiful laughter of yours then Huh? HAHAHA” Claire could not help but wonder what her big mouth had gotten herself into this time. “I wouldn’t want to miss anything… so I promise that I will take it really SLOW okay… HAHAHA”
And I would also like to thank the incomparable Nicole Skye. Without her help inspiration and guidance none of this would really be possible. I have never met anyone as generous, kind, selfless, and caring as she has been to me in all the days of my life.
This is a direct continuation from the first chapter of my sordid little tale. To those of you just joining us, this is a story about transformation. It is an opportunity to sit one on one having a direct conversation with EVIL. Imagine being able to have a face to face with someone telling you step by step their journey to ticklish depravity. I hope that this interesting dialogue helps people discover as much about themselves as I have about my own little demons. Thank you to everyone that takes the time to read this rather long installment. This is much less what this was meant to be, and much more what it just became. This is a full length tickling novel and I believe the first of its kind in this venue. I hope that I do not disappoint. To all of my old friends I hope that you find this work as fulfilling as my last, to all my new travelers in invite you on a journey into the anatomy of sheer madness. And I would like to cordially invite you ALL to my DYSFUNCTION:
The Perfect Monster Part II
Written By: JJ82284
Written By: JJ82284
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Of all the things that I had to do, to become what I was always meant to be, this was the hardest. In order to do anything great in this world you have to make hard choices. Sometimes you have to do things that make you feel a pain more intense than anything that you could have ever imagined in order to experience life’s most rapturous forms of pleasure.
Five months was a long time, but it had to be done. I just got the point where I couldn’t take anymore of the way things were. I couldn’t live another second without being honest with myself. Most people never have the courage to make the really tough decisions. Choosing between the path that leads to the things they really want, and the path of least resistance. In this part of our little tale I finally work up the courage to take the road less traveled that leads away from the little princess of my adolescent daydreams.
It’s definitely not an easy thing to stay away from someone you love. Your heart aches. You would give anything in the world just to hear them laugh again, just to listen to them talk on and on for hours letting their voice linger in the air for all eternity, just to see them smile at you one more time and let their joy become the source of your own. It’s a hard thing telling yourself over and over that it’s best for the both of you that you aren’t around each other that much right now… Trust me; it takes a long time to convince yourself.
I think that the dreams are the worst. No matter how much you throw yourself into your work, lock the door, space out in front of the T.V. or run errands to pass the time, there’s nothing in the world that can stop the person you’re in love with from dancing through your nighttimes reminding you of joys past. The subconscious is a funny thing. It’s an amazing contrast when your most blissful nocturnal innovations become your worst nightmares. Just imagine the insufferable heartbreak of waking up in the middle of the night horrified that the blissful picnic with that special someone in your mind was just another vivid concoction of your R.E.M. cycle.
Most people give up, most people crack, most people settle for the familiar rut that they have been stuck in for longer than they can remember because the pain of change is just too great. NOT ME… NOT ANYMORE. No matter how much it hurt, I was going to take what I deserved. No matter how long it took, I was going to show the world the wondrous monstrosities that this “MASTER” brought bubbling to the surface. I was going to become Perfect… no matter what the cost.
A great man once said, “A man’s greatest hour, his moment of greatest accomplishment is when he lays exhausted, having spent everything, on the battlefield: Victorious. I believe that. But remember, he never said there wouldn’t be scars. Trust me there are. From what I have learned, the scares of a knife are much different than the scars of the heart. But somehow, despite all the hurt, all the pain, and the horrible silence from my deepest love, I found the strength to “Carry On.”
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“Listen, I understand that you have been doing business with them for a long time, Phil. I know exactly how you feel. That’s the same way that I have felt about some of my suppliers in the past. But I found out that all the god feelings in the world weren’t going to change the fact that they were constantly late with the parts that I ordered. At some point you have to make a decision between the people that you feel good about and the people who can make fulfill their end of a business deal.”
“I guess I can see what you mean, Mark. But I still….”
“Listen, right now your entire product line is running behind 2 weeks because your transporter can’t figure out how to keep his trucks running on time. In this economy do you think that you can afford those delays? How long do you think it’ll be before the retailers start looking around for someone else who can get product on their shelves when they order it? Look Phil, I’m not asking you to make a choice here. I’m just trying to help you see that you really don’t have a choice. I can get your entire line caught up in two weeks and I can guarantee delivery of any purchase in the tri-state area within 72 hours. Phil, just think about how many more break pads you are going to be able to sell when you can drop my companies name in response to our mounting dependability concerns....”
-SILENCE-
“Mark… I think you’re right. YES… you’ve earned my business. I have given Harbor Transport far too much of MY MONEY to be left in the lurch like this. You’ve got yourself another regional customer. When can we get started?”
“Trust me, Phil, You made the right decision. I am going to get you in contact with Jim Thornton. He’s my head of New Customers and Scheduling. Just call Marcy; she’ll connect you with him. I’ll e-mail you a copy of the contract this evening when I get home for you to review. We can sit down and go over it in the morning at Ina’s to review it, then you can come back to my office for the signing. Does that work for you?”
“It most certainly does. Mark I have to tell you… thank you for your persistence. I think that you can tell that I am a little sentimental in my old age. I know that I should have done this the first time that we talked, but I would have never gone through with it if you didn’t follow up. Thanks for never giving up on me.”
“That’s no problem Phil. It’s what I’m here for. I really look forward to doing business with you, Phil… I’ll talk with you in the morning.”
Mark confidently closed his cell phone as that familiar smile of satisfaction began to creep across his face. VICTORY. It felt so sweet. Mark never knew how fulfilling it would be to help someone say yes.
Since he first went to work for his father in his late teens, he had always been in the administrative (early on clerical) part of the business. He was always managing and coordinating and filling out endless stacks of paperwork. It was his job, he never disliked it. He felt very fortunate to be in a position to inherent such a corporation some day. He dare not curse his birthright. Still, he had never thought the wonders that would lay in new client Acquisition.
With every day that passes his fathers stamp on their generational company became more and more just a name. It was the way of things in the Saddler family. Ever since his grandfather in the depression with his father, the son would take out the fathers trash and perform whatever menial tasks his father could think of until he was deemed worthy to handle real responsibility. Then slowly over time they were assimilated into every aspect of the companies function so that one day they could facilitate an endless series of fishing trips and tee times for their old man. Now it was Mark’s turn to allow his father his well deserved rest from corporate life and put his own blossoming career into full swing.
A few months before, when his father first brought him to this last hurdle in his business expertise, Mark did not know how he would take to the Sales end of the family enterprise. Whenever you ask someone to take part in your service there is no guarantee that they are going to say yes. Every offer is another tiny risk that you have to keep taking over and over again if you want to be successful. As it turns out, Mark was hooked.
Mark began to love the chase. He loved doing research on all his prospective clients. He loved the hours and hours that he spent quietly with himself thinking about the things that would be most important to them and why they should use his transportation services. He loved the strategy, he loved the posturing, but more than anything he became ADDICTED to that one three letter word that now became the center of his Universe: “Yes!”
Just that subtle symbol of approval validated all of the work that he put in, all the books that he read on people skills, all the handshakes, all the smiles, all the long conversations to gain favor with secretaries, his entire existence. The greatest benefit however was finally finding that NICHE (That task that really completed him as a person.)
For the first time in his life Mark had actually exceeded his father’s grand expectations. The most surprising thing is that it didn’t require him to change who he was this time. He just became more and more the person he had always been. It felt so natural; it felt like what he was born to do. In just a few months he had increased their volume by more than 12% and they were on pace to break their previous high for receipts in a fiscal year.
What do you do for a living? Do you love it… or is it just something to pay the bills? Does your profession STRETCH YOU? If it doesn’t, then if you ever get the chance-find one that does… Take it from me. It will be the best decision hat you will ever make in your life.
You see, just like the muscles in your arms and legs, parts of your personality have to be used to be useful. Sometimes something as simple as a change in someone’s career can be the last piece to the puzzle to unlocking their real persona. New goals, new objectives, new challenges, new obstacles to overcome, all of these can blend together to really work and stretch parts of you that have been dormant for your entire life. Once you realize what’s been hiding inside of you for so long, you’d be AMAZED at what you are capable of…
Remember, most people spend their whole lives doing things that are “comfortable.” That’s why most people never do anything Great!
Mark was ecstatic. The thrill of bringing in another big account was only one part of this special day. He still couldn’t believe who he had shared breakfast with this morning. In the course of his new endeavors courting key decision makers Mark had transformed the vast majority of his meals during the day into yet another prime slot for business appointments. Mark was very focused on compressing time frames for his business growth, but this morning’s trip to Ann Sather’s was very different. It’s not every day that you get to reconnect with someone special from your past that you began to assume was lost forever. Mark could barely believe the feeling of just sitting down to have a meal with this person after all this time. There was so much that he had wanted to say, but remarkably for the first few minutes he found himself speechless. These last five months have been really tough on Mark. One day to let these new joys overwhelm him seemed more than fair.
In fact Mark’s day had moved along so nicely that he decided to take the rest of the evening off. He had been working well into the wee hours of the morning doing market research to prepare for meetings with key business prospects. Mark knew that after all the long hours, follow up calls, and sales presentations that a night off wasn’t too much of a self reward. Most people wouldn’t consider leaving at 4:30 all that special, but these days it was a sharp contrast to the numerous midnight sessions that Mark has grown accustom to.
Mark felt a little awkward walking down his sidewalk on the way home. He wasn’t used to taking this stroll while the sun was still shinning. Even though there was still a part of him that felt a little out of place away from the office, Mark allowed himself to slide deeper and deeper into the glorious feeling of a well deserved rest from battle. With every small victory and every new client won Mark could feel his confidence growing inside of him like a small child. As this infant grew within his subconscious, Mark could feel himself subtly altering the way that he perceived even the tiniest detail of reality as he grew into the Man that he was to become.
Now the Carmel colored coffee that Mark drank in the morning was more than just a sweet chaser to his eggs and bacon: it was now the fiery liquid energy that would fuel his burning desire to achieve his goals one more day. The alarm going off to rouse him from his sleep was no longer the unwelcome disturbance of blissful slumber: it is now the bell signaling the beginning of another exciting round in his bout with destiny. Risks were no longer a source of fear or trepidation: they were recurring opportunities for new success and new adventures.
Just extending his hand to open the door to his apartment building he couldn’t help but admire the gold cuff links in his stiffly starched shirt. Just seeing the sunlight gently illuminate and reflect off of the shiny gold material made Mark feel like a confident savvy businessman ready for any challenge that came before him. The feeling of his crisply starched Maroon shirt and his flowing pressed khaki pants made him feel focused, and set on the tasks in front of him. Hearing the clack of his leather shoes as he climbed the flight of stairs leading to his floor reminded him of all the steps he was taking to the new goals that had set for himself and his Family’s heritage.
Like most young men his age, Mark was coming into his age of invincibility. Closing a deal in under an hour or leaping small buildings in a single bound Mark felt that he do anything right now. As he walked down his hallways, he even allowed his mind to wander to the diesel repair chain that he was secretly courting for acquisition. He knew that his father would be floored should he be the first in his bloodline to diversify the family enterprise, but all that could wait until tomorrow. Right now he just wanted to take a few hours to himself reading the latest Dark Hunter novel while eating the Chinese spare ribs that had been dancing in the back of his mind since he hung up his cell phone. Vampires, Greek Mythology, and shrimp fried rice would be a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle of burgers sandwiched between board meetings.
Now, in the midst of all that has transpired, the hardest part of Mark’s day has nothing to do with sales call, strategy sessions, or dealing with upset customers. Even the most intimidating corporate meeting is nothing compared to the trauma of having to walk past Her door every day on his way home.
It had gotten easier since Mark first decided it best they take a break from their tenured companionship, but not much. It just felt wrong walking past her day after day. In a way it felt like he was abandoning her, but he knew that right now he wasn’t ready to really be there the way she needed with all that was going on in her life. In addition to “HIM” She was enjoying many successes of her own. The top securities producer in the State of Illinois probably found a way to keep herself busy while Mark collected his thoughts over the past few months, (and that’s what Mark was really afraid of.) Still, Mark knew that when the Time was right, they would start talking regularly again. He just knew that time was a long way off.
Even when we are at rest, the Earth is always spinning, but we do not feel it move…
Opening the door to his foyer, Mark was greeted with the memory of a sweet familiar fragrance that felt like it was really wafting through his nostrils. Just reading the numbers on her apartment door played terrible tricks on his subconscious. Even superman has his kryptonite, and she is his. He tried to block her out of his mind as he walked into the kitchen, but for some reason the memory of her beautiful scent lingered much longer than usual today. He opened the refrigerator to retrieve a glass of water and started the unending quest of remembering where he had last placed his book… Whenever his thoughts wandered back to her reading usually brought his mind back to reality. Although, reading her detailed E-mails of her new found companion had been the source of more than a little turmoil.
Sipping his water slowly and searching through drawers furiously Mark couldn’t seem to find his new novel anywhere. Usually he left it in the drawer right next to the fridge making it easy to find (to avoid frenzied searches just like the one consuming him at present), but it was not uncommon for it to be misplaced. He opened drawers, looked on top of cabinets, he even thought to look in the freezer just to be sure (hey, it wouldn’t be the first time: reading while you are exhausted makes you do funny things), but he still couldn’t find it.
To make things worse, that remnant of her sweet perfume was still providing a rather insistent distraction. As he hastily rummaged through the rest of the countertops in his kitchen looking for his evening entertainment he could swear that he ever heard her muffled giggles at his plight. For some reason, she always found it very amusing to see Mark frustrated.
Mark thought for a moment that he might finally be loosing it until at last he found it… No wait that’s last year’s installment. No book, no clues, and his subconscious mind still focused on the object of his failed affections. Calling Mark’s current situation irritating would be a colossal understatement. Just as he was beginning to become really irritated at himself for his absentmindedness…
“Looking for This?” Mark froze… It couldn’t be. He turned slowly to his living area and there sitting legs crossed was the lovely girl next door thumbing through the first few pages of his book. “You know Mark… You really shouldn’t leave your door open!”
Claire stood still giggling lightly from watching Mark’s bout with futility. As she strode around the couch swaying back and forth to meet him, Mark’s entire world seemed to stop. She was absolutely radiant. Mark had seen her in dreams many nights past and she had never been this angelic. Her hair seemed to be just a little bit longer. Her face had a shine that was overwhelmingly familiar, with a hint of new life that drew Mark into the deepest recesses of her endearing dimples. She wore a tight fitting black dress that hugged every gentle curve that had haunted Mark’s tortured mind all these month’s past. Mark could hear the gentle clacking of her heels against the tile floor as she stepped into the kitchen. The hem of her dress hit wonderfully in the middle of her thigh, exposing enough of her toned silky legs to capture any man’s attention. Her toned legs flexed with every step in her scintillating shoes that helped accentuate all of her dearest assets. The shinny black leather contrasting against her beautiful olive skin was a perfect compliment to the intoxicating dress that she was wearing.
Mark could hardly tear his eyes away from her bare neckline and the thin black straps that only served to accentuate her slender shoulders, delicate arms, flowing neck, and always lure him back to her smile, that smile, the smile that took away any hope of reason. Her full crimson lips perfectly matched the crimson fingernails that held his book in her soft hands as she stood in front of him. Just standing there, admiring the beautiful dream standing so confidently in front of him, Mark was utterly speechless.
“Oh I’m sorry ‘Mr. Saddler’… I thought you were your son! Would you tell him that I stopped by? Hehehehe!” Claire could not help but poke a little fun at her dear friend for his new choice of ensemble. She had never seen him wear a tie before. She took the fluent golden silk in her right hand in curious admiration. As much as Mark fought against becoming his father, here he was dressed in the best traditions of the Saddler line. “I’m just teasing, Mark. Really, this looks good on you. I always knew it would. I bet it sure feels different than jeans and t-shirts huh?”
Mark’s entire concept of time froze in a second. He knew that he had to respond but he couldn’t. Claire’s smile was bad enough, but her beautiful hazel eyes looked right through him. He feared that she would see all the horrid things that had been racing through his mind these past few months and he couldn’t have that. Just seeing her brought all the memories, all the thoughts, all the dreams, all the bedtime fantasies, all the heart ache, all the pain, all the things that he tried so hard to hide and bury since reading that fires torrid e-mail crashing into the front of his mind. He feared that his secret sorrow would contaminate those calm hazel pools that met him with such an inviting gaze.
This wasn’t Claire’s fault. It was his fault. She was a growing woman. He just didn’t grow fast enough. He had come to accept that, well he was trying to accept it. All the same it wouldn’t be right to burden her with all that he had been feeling of late. In that moment, Mark built a fortress around all the twisted self loathing and plaguing dreadful emotions that have been boiling deep inside of him in this torturous time without her. He surrounded himself with the memories of all the little victories that he had won, trying to protect his lost princess from the raging terror that was devouring his now darkened heart. He met her smile with his own forced grin as his greatest act of courage for her.
In a way, was the moment that he always feared… He had never in his life been able to stay upset with Claire, but far too often he was consumed with contempt and disappointment for the man looking back at him in life’s mirror.
You know, it’s not as easy as everyone thinks be heroic. That’s because bravery is so misunderstood. Most people think hat bravery is just something that some people have that makes them immune to fear. That couldn’t be any further from the truth.
You see EVERYONE’S afraid really, even me. This was by far the scariest experience that I have ever had in my life. Just imagine, a lifetime of being with the person you love all hinging on the next set of fleeting moments.
Bravery is about making a Choice. It’s about choosing what you want at that moment frozen in time over caving in to your fears. After years of making the wrong choice, I finally decided that I was long overdue for a change…
“Yes it does…” Mark was still very unnerved as Claire lazily caressed his tie with her slender fingers. He could feel every thunderous beat of his roaring heart as the vision before him launched an all out sensory assault on the wall of good memories that Mark had erected around his broken heart. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Claire. That dress is really Stunning…”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwww Thank you Mark, You are so sweet.” Nothing could have prepared Mark for Claire’s tight embrace. It had been so long since he had seen her or heard her voice. The feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around him and her warm slender body so close to his strong form was too much to bear. Still, not wanting the inebriating scene to end, Mark could not help but return Claire’s inviting hug as he held her tightly against him. He could feel Claire’s chest rise and fall in time with his as they both let out a sigh of relief from the tension of their torturous distance. “I missed you Mark. I missed you so much. I’m so glad to see you.” Even with her head resting pleasantly against his shoulders, Mark could vividly imagine Claire’s glowing expression as she expressed her joy at the end of their time apart.
For a second, just put yourself in my position. Try to imagine what it was like standing there, holding the most important person in your life in your arms. Being able to hold over a decade of your life spent pinning, wishing, hoping, LOVING in the tangible form of the person who makes your heart stop. The fear of loosing them is so real. It just makes you want to hold onto them and never let go; so that you don’t have to face the unknown forever that is just moments away.
It’s so hard not to give in. Give in to all the aching feelings that have been smoldering deep inside of you for so long. You know the time isn’t right. You know that you have to be strong. You feel your dam about to break but you have to fight. You know that you have to fight it with everything that you are. The fear is there, it’s always there. At some point you have to make up your mind to just… just keep fighting ANYWAY.
“I missed you too Claire, I missed you too.” Mark tried with all his might to gather his thoughts but it was impossible. This one perfect moment in the turbulent ocean of the last few months was far too much to take. Just feeling Claire’s heartbeat so close to his brought the undying love that he had tried so hard to bury roaring back to the surface. The once subtle distraction of her sweet perfume was now wonderfully overwhelming all his senses as his body failed miserably attempting to adjust to her ominous presence.
“So… how are things?” As much as it pained him, Mark had to break the embrace that lasted all those eternal seconds. He feared he could not endure being so close to her right now. The bricks to his imaginary barrier around his aching heart were already beginning to melt in the gentle wake of Claire’s simple elegance. He gently turned walking into the living room leaving her to follow behind him after placing his book back in the drawer where she always found it. Mark tried his best to just keep his eyes trained on the window overlooking the busy city street. He tried counting the thousands of cars as they whizzed quickly by his portal to the world. He had to do something to distract him from the alluring creature that so wonderfully destroyed his solitude, if only for a moment. Right now in his whirlwind of emotions, the painful stare of those beautiful hazel eyes might have be the end of him…
“Things are fine…. Work is crazy. I have so many new accounts opening; it’s hard to find time to keep track of it all. Everyone is lining up to pat me on the back and it feels kind of funny. I mean I am the same person… I have just been so motivated lately. It’s weird. It’s like I found something, but I didn’t know that it was lost. It’s all sort of confusing but in a good way. I hope that makes sense. But I think that I should be the one asking you how things are Mark. You have just been so distant lately…” Claire had very sincere concerns about Mark’s well being. She had never seen him like this. He was usually so full of life, so eager to share all that was happening on his side of the world, but all of that had changed as of late.
“Fine… I think that we both know I am in no position to complain. When people are kind enough to light the way for you, it would be kind of irresponsible not to carry the torch right? It gets a little hectic from time to time, but I think I can handle it. I know that you of all people understand that, Claire.” Mark heard Claire sit on the sofa directly facing him. As he stood there, staring intently out of the window he could feel her gaze burning a hole through the back of his crisp shirt. “And by the way, to what do I owe the wonderful surprise of you dropping by so unexpectedly?” Her unannounced visit was making Mark more anxious than he could ever remember, but a part of him hoped with all that he was that she would never leave...
“I stopped by because I wanted to see my best friend Mark, I’m worried about you. You don’t return my phone calls, you barely respond to my e-mails. I thought that you just wanted some space with all the new things going on. I know that we are both dealing with a lot on our plate right now, and we might not be able to spend every minute together so I didn’t want to push you. But then your Father called, telling me that you haven’t talked to him in over a month either. He asked me if you were okay and honestly I didn’t know what to tell him. I knocked on the door, it was open, and so I just came in and waited. I hope you don’t mind… I just care about you, that’s all.” Even facing away from her, Mark could hear the look of loving care and concern dripping on Claire’s sweet voice. No matter what, he feared that his fortress was doomed to melt in the presence of her natural radiance.
“Hmm. My Father, what’s he got to worry about? He has the majority share of the fastest growing transportation firm in the state of Illinois. This is going to be the best year in our company’s history. Our positive publicity for expansion is completely re-branding our company. He can’t pick up a newspaper without being reminded how well we are performing. What’s he so concerned about?” That hit a nerve for Mark. The last thing that he needed to be reminded of at the moment was his father’s fervent claim of his perpetual inadequacy.
“Mark, he’s your Father. He values your relationship a lot more than some bottom line. You hardly talked to him as it is and now four weeks of nothing. How would you feel if your son was going off and leaving you behind? I know that things were tough between the two of you when you were growing up. I remember all too well what you went through. But I know that he values you a lot more than your stock valuation.” Claire was reminded of all the days she spent in Mark’s room all those summers ago listening to the horrors of his internship in his father’s office. Perfection is a lot to ask from a 16 year old, but that didn’t stop Don Sanders from demanding it to the tiniest degree from his eldest son. She remembered how much of a daunting toll that it took on Mark to go through life without the comfort of his Father’s approval, but she knew that their recent loss of communication had nothing to do with the past.
“Really…. I wish someone would have told him that when I was a kid. I think that it would have been really pertinent information to the guy who treated his eldest son like an underperforming mutual fund. I’m not going to be like that. Not to my son. I just…” Somewhere in the recesses of Mark’s mind, a subtle truth came blaring to the surface. “You know it’s funny; I’ve spent my entire life promising myself that I would never become my father. Now the only thing I can think about is becoming better than he was. Not different, just better. I walk in… now I sit in his chair. Now all of a sudden I’m ‘Mr. Saddler.’ HAHA… I remember in high school to my friends that used to be a punch line. Now I think I’m finally growing into it. It feels funny… but you get used to it. I guess I just don’t feel like being reminded how long it took me to get here. Ha…”
“Mark, you work hard, you give everything that you have every day. That’s all that anyone will ever be able to ask of you. Then, now, your best is always enough. Just listening to him I can tell that he gets that. He loves you, he may not always know the best way to show it, but he does. Besides, without you he wouldn’t be able to go fly fishing nearly as much now would he?” Claire was greeted with a slight giggle from her beleaguered best friend to slightly ease the tension she could still feel in the cool air. She did not have many addictions, but cheering Mark up was one of them. No matter what he was going through, she would always be there for him. “And speaking of… what are you doing home so early. I was hoping that you would come in at a decent hour, but I was thinking more around sevenish. I was just starting a good book HEHEHE!”
“Ha… now that’s funny. I had a good day today. I closed another account. You can tell Dad that the next time he calls if you like. Hehe. With everything that was going on, I just thought I needed a little bit of a break. I just wanted to get away for a little while, you know clear my head. I even went to go see my Mother today…” As Mark expected, this set off the familiar clacking of Claire’s high heels as she rose to stride towards him. Claire takes her relationship with mark’s mother VERY seriously.
“Come on Mark… You have never gone to see her without me before. We promised remember?” Claire was shocked that Mark withdrew his left hand when she reached for it. It was almost as though he was startled. He folded his arms across his chest and she could tell that he was becoming uneasy. She gently placed her soft hands on his broad shoulders and gently rubbed from his deltoid to the crest of his elbow and back again, slowly and continuously. “What’s happening with you lately… That’s not like you.”
“Yes we did…” Mark could see the flashes behind his eyes of the hospital lobby when they made that promise. He hugged Claire so tightly as the solemn news sank in that the very cradle of his life would no longer be with him. Mark remembered that she stroked his arms just like this too sooth him in that his greatest hour of need. She promised that whenever he needed her, or whenever he needed to spend time wit his mother after she was laid to rest, that she would be there by his side holding his hand.
“But… I just had to tell her… She would have wanted to know right away. I had breakfast with James this morning. He is in the city. Remarkably, his Art is really taking off Claire. He just wanted to see me, see Dad. It was amazing. I had almost given up hope. I had so many questions. He was gone so long.
I know now why he left now, Claire. He had to. When he ran away he was so little. I never thought that I would see him again. I never thought that he would make it on his own. But he is so strong now, Claire. He isn’t mad. He just finally thought it was time. He knew that our Father would have just tried to squash his ambitions… I was just so glad to see him. He is going to stay for a while, so we can catch up. I know that Mom would have wanted to see him, but he wasn’t ready. Even still, I just had to tell her. I can’t believe that My Father decided to get into a fight with him just outside my mother’s dying bed…
I remember right before she died she wanted so desperately to see him. She made me promise to tell him if I ever saw him again how much she loved him. It was so hard on her not being able to say goodbye… I left her a pair of roses. I’m sure she got the message. After that I got off the phone with Phil and I knew that I couldn’t waste the rest of my day in an office somewhere.”
“Oh My God, Mark. I am so happy for you…” Claire once again wrapped her arms around Mark holding him there resting her head on his shoulder. She knew how long he had waited to see his brother again. Through all these years he talked about it as though tit was a dream, and now here it was a startling reality. “I know how much you wanted this. I know how long you have been waiting. I know how much this means to you. I just wish that I was there with you.”
Mark couldn’t help himself. He just closed his eyes allowed himself to drift in Claire’s arms. He let the feelings that he had for her wash freely over his body as hers and his were so close together, maybe for this one last time. He heard such empathy in her sweet voice. She was always there when he needed her. Ever since he had known her, she had given of herself so selflessly. Even as it pained every part of his being, he knew that now it was time to return the favor.
He finally took the courage to turn and face her. Her gleaming eyes were like green gem stones glimmering in the light of the sunshine from behind him. He allowed himself to swim in those hazel pools one last time before kissing her lightly on the forehead. He extended his right hand to lightly caress her supple left cheek and he was met with an even bigger smile adorning her angelic face.
“Claire, you have done so much for me my entire life. I don’t think that I can ever repay you for all the times that you have been there for me. I’ll never forget that. You’ve made me so strong, Claire. Now I think that I am strong enough that I don’t have to always burden you with my problems.”
Mark could see it in Claire’s eyes. Even though his intent was nobility, he could see a quiet sadness creeping across Claire’s face. It was like the turning of a page in the book in their lives that she might want to continue reading. Mark just caressed her cheek gently trying to wipe away any hint of disappointment from her still beaming smile.
“You were never a burden Mark, but I understand… Sometimes you just have to do things on your own. I can respect that. Just know that I will always be here… if you need me.” Claire stepped away. Mark could tell that this was a lot for her. She had been his sounding board for so long; knowing that so much was going on in his life without her must have been hard for her to take. Mark could never stand the idea of Claire’s sadness. That was something that even in his loving grief he would not allow. Seeing her turn and walk back towards her matching black purse that was still lying next to her reading spot on the sofa Mark extended her the ultimate olive branch….
“So how is it moving along with that new guy you are always talking about? The one who refuses to use his real name. HAHA. It’s been a while since you sent me an E-mail about him. I got like a dozen and then nothing the last couple of weeks. Did anything happen?” Mark braced himself as best he could. Just feeling Claire so close to him had completely destroyed any barriers he might have imagined around the most vulnerable parts of his psyche. He was completely unprotected for what was to come, but even the worst news would be better than seeing his beautiful princess upset about their changing friendship.
Claire just stood dumbstruck for a few seconds. The last thing that she expected was for Mark to bring “HIM” up... Still, she could not help but stifle a giggle as the glorious thoughts of her evil “Master” filled her mind if only for a moment.
“Wow… I didn’t expect you to ask. Yes… Something did happen, or well is happening. We haven’t been able to talk as much lately. He has been working a lot later and such. He was freeing up time.” Claire stood there talking with Mark, but a part of her mind began to slowly drift somewhere else at the very thought of that special someone.
“Time for what?” Now Mark was genuinely curious. In all of their communications, he had never really learned what this man did for a living or that much background in general. Even though he might despise him, the aching curiosity to learn the identity of is enigmatic adversary was becoming yet another quiet obsession.
“He’s making time for us to meet. He is coming to Chicago. We are going to actually have a chance to meet each other. It’s actually kind of exciting. I never thought that it would get past a casual IM and now her I am about to actually look him in the eye. It’s like a dream…” After all this time, Claire was finally going to experience all the wonderful debaucheries that she had finally admitted to herself that she craved to no end. All this time of waiting, teasing, seduction… It was all about to come to a glorious climax and she was truly giddy with horrid anticipation.
Mark knew that this was inevitable. He just hoped against hope that he was wrong. Inside of his strong chest his heart quietly shed a tear. He knew that his puppy love with the girl next door was truly coming to a close.
“Wow… I can’t believe this is actually going to happen. When are you two planning on meeting?” As much as it hurt, he had to be strong for Claire. She had been so strong for him through all these years, she deserved it.
“He will be here later on tonight when his flight gets in. Actually I am really glad that you came home early today. I really wanted to see you before I met up with him. I would have probably had to leave at some point if you were pulling an all-nighter. We have been friends for so long Mark… I knew that this wasn’t something that you just put in a note or a card. Especially with all the things we have going on. Even though I have this really great thing coming into my life I still want that to be a life that includes you. I just wanted to be able to stand here and tell you that.” Claire stood with her eyes visibly searching for the reassuring gaze of her dependable companion that he would always be there even as their lives changed.
Now it all made sense to Mark. The perfume… the alluring dress… HIS SHOES. They were all for “Him!” She was dressed for her first real life rendezvous with the man of Mark’s nightmares and she stopped in to see him before her romantic evening. The pit stop for everyone else on the road to their greatest daydreams, that was Mark’s life in a nutshell. A part of him regrettably accepted it. The sadness that he felt, knowing that in only a few hours his greatest love would be blissfully wrapped in the arms of another was far worse than anything that could be derived from an E-Mail. Hearing the words straight from Claire’s crimson lips was like the final nail in the coffin that began construction with her first torrid letter. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself in dejection as his greatest fears were confirmed. Now… It all made sense.
“That’s great Claire. I know how strongly you feel about him. I hope that you two have a great time tonight . Please… don’t let me hold you up. I wouldn’t want you to be late to the airport because of me. Have fun… I am happy for you.” Mark wore a smile, as he turned again to face the window, to mask the eruption of sorrow deep within his soul. Claire had done too much for him to spoil her happiness now. In time he would get over this, he would find someone to fill the void left behind by his beautiful best friend. He just needed time alone so that his other dear friend could take away the stinging pain of this one tragic moment…
“NO YOU’RE NOT!” Such force, such conviction, such honesty; Mark wasn’t prepared for that. He thought surely that he would be allowed to go quietly into the abyss of his own self loathing. He never expected Claire to call him on his little white lie, no matter how obvious. He could hear the incessant clacking of those seductive leather heels as she walked towards him. He could even hear sternness in the length and intensity of her gate as she strode across the room to stand behind him.
“Mark… I know you. I have known you more than half your life. Don’t lie to me. We have had our ups and downs before, yeh, everyone does, but you never LIED. I know that were close, closer than a lot of Friends are. I know that it has been hard for you to accept that I am seeing someone. That’s understandable. But why would you lie about it Mark?” Mark could feel her gaze even through his back. He could not help but close his eyes and wallow in all that was left for him, the truth.
“If I had told you not to go… would you have stayed?” For the first time Mark could sense Claire look away from him and down at the ground to collect her thoughts. It was such a simple question, simple to the point of absurdity, and far more honest a response than he had wanted to give.
“….. no…” Claire could not help but feel the gravity of Mark’s retort. She had never been in the places that he had. She had never had to exist when hope seemed like a light at the end of a barren tunnel. For the first time she truly realized how difficult it was for Mark to say goodbye to the woman he loved as she went off to meet another man. It must have been terrible for him.
“That’s why. It’s simple business Claire. Why expend resources when you know that an enterprise will fail?” There was a certain chill to Mark’s response. It was hard enough for him to form words at the moment. His ability to comfort was running a distant second on his priority list.
“Our friendship is not an invoice Mark. We’re friends. No matter what, we tell each other the truth so that we can deal with it…. together. Friends are honest with each other aren’t they?” Mark could tell that Claire was sincere. She truly cared about their continued friendship above all else. After all this time… he owed her the truth. No matter how hard a confession, he owed her the truth. He turned slowly looking into her eyes as they searched for her childhood friend. He placed his left hand on the right nape of her neck caressing gently as he told her the truth… finally.
“Claire, honestly… maybe I don’t want us to be friends anymore…” Mark didn’t know where that came from, but he knew it was true. It was an end to a chapter in his life that had brought him more joy than he could imagine, but he knew that this was what he really wanted… in a way. Mark’s heart was completely melted with the water that began to form in the corner of Claire’s eyes. She feared that it would come to this. She didn’t want to believe it, but she had felt it all these months. Feeling her hand on his cheek one last time was like the last sweet drop of wine at the bottom of the bottle. He knew how much he would miss the warm caress of her soft smooth palm.
“*SNIFFLE* Then I guess I really have lost you… *SNIFFLE* I just hope *SNIFFLE* that one day… you I can find you again… I never thought this would happen, but I suppose we all loose things we care about in life. *SNIFFLE* It’s just hard when it’s something you care about so much *SNIFFLE*” Taking her hand from Mark’s cheek to the back of his neck, Claire reached out and allowed her crimson lips to anoint Mark’s cheek with a lasting kiss: the last gentle affection, of their once enduring friendship. “I am going to miss you so Much Mark… Please, tell your brother I said hello. *SNIFFLE* Goodbye Mark Saddler. Just remember, I’ll always be next door. Haha *SNIFFLE*”
In life, sometimes in order to open a new door you have to close another. Everyone wants the adventure of new experiences, but very few have the courage to close the book on past restraints.
Just the feel of Claire’s sweet gentle lips burned Mark’s skin as though her lipstick were lined with acid. The finality of her blissful kiss was too much to bear. As Claire walked to the sofa to retrieve her black purse, Mark’s body began to physically manifest the terrible conflict raging inside of him. His skin became flush, his stomach began to church, all of his muscles started to ache. His entire body was being torn apart at the thought of Claire walking out that door.
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It was the truth? Wasn’t it? Was it the whole truth? He could still feel the imprint of her sweet lips as he watched her sway back and forth down the foyer. What was wrong? He had said it. What was wrong? The pain, the pressure, the moment. It was all too much. It was too much for Mark to control. He had to let it out. It would destroy him if he didn’t get it out right now.
“WAIT…” Claire froze, stunned in the middle of the foyer. She paused at Mark’s cry from across the apartment and heard his slow steps towards her. “Honesty…. you said you want honesty right, Claire?”
“Yesssssssssssss…” Claire was still very overcome with the emotion of the last sixty seconds. She couldn’t think clearly. She knew that there was a man in the room with her who meant more to her than the world, but she knew that there was someone else out there waiting to fill a certain part of her that she never thought possible. Her mind was ablaze with torturous conflict over those two truths yet she found herself hovering in Mark’s words hoping somehow for resolution.
“Honestly… I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to go Claire. I don’t know if you’ll listen… I don’t know if it will change anything, but it’s the truth. You said you want the truth right Claire?” Finally, Mark wasn’t holding back. He couldn’t hold back. This was his last chance. In this moment, he knew full well that he was fresh out of time.
“Yesssssssss….” Claire could feel Mark standing behind her now. In her high leather shoes he did not tower over her, but his confident presence was beginning to cast a very big shadow that slowly began to consume her.
“And you know what else, Claire. I don’t want to be your friend. I never have. Ever since the first time I saw you, ever since the first time I looked into your eyes, those beautiful eyes… ever since I saw that… *SNIFFLE* smile… I’ve been hoping… against hope that one day-one day Claire we would be more than friends. Not just friends, pretending that they are dating. We’ve tried that. I have always wanted to be that person that makes you happy, that person that you turn to when you are sad, the person who you can’t stand to be without, the person that takes your breath away. I have always wanted to be that person for you Claire. Because you have ALWAYS been that person for ME… did you know that… did you know that sweetheart?” A lifetime of hiding, not wanting to risk the truth, yet it flowed off of his lips now like living water with the only hope of resurrecting his tragic romance.
“*SNIFFLE*… yesssssssssss” Claire could feel herself being lost in Mark’s confession. He had never shared this with her. She knew… in a way she always knew. But he had never said it. Not out loud. Never like this. Feeling him gently kiss the top of her head through her long flowing hair was too much. This couldn’t be happening. Not this way. “Mark… huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mark…” For a moment, the warmth growing in her body as Mark’s strong hands caressed her bare arms was too soothing a bath to withdraw from. “Mark I have to… I have to go….” But she had to.
Claire pried herself from Mark’s grasp and extended her hand to the door knob. This was too much, too soon. It was something out of a dream, but not quite the way it was supposed to happen. She had to go. She had to meet him. She had to meet “HIM.” The curiosity that she had to be in his dominant arms was far too great to ignore. As she felt her fingertips make contact with the door knob she also felt Mark’s strong hands grab her by the waist picking her up easily.
Claire was a tall girl, she was not normally easy to manhandle. On this occasion however, with little effort she found herself pinned against the wall of Marks’ foyer with his massive frame ensuring that for the time being she was going NOWHERE. She looked through her teary eyes to find any hint of sorrow or remorse was gone from his eyes. It was like he was possessed. No fear, no weakness, just determination. He wanted something and he was not going to go without his greatest prize.
“Now now Claire… We said that we are being honest with each other didn’t we?” Mark for the first time was letting it all out. He was finally sharing with her the way that she made him feel inside. He was finally acting it out.
“Yessssssssssssssss Ohhhhhhhhh huh huh!” Claire could not believe the sensation of Mark pinning her arms above her head increasing her helplessness beneath him. Her breath was caught in the back of her throat; she had never seen him like this. He was so calm… he was so collected, but she could see a roaring fury in his eyes.
“I want you to look me in the eye Claire. I want you to tell me, that you don’t feel the same way about me. If you can do that then I will let you go. All you have to do is tell me that right now what you really want is to walk out that door and I won’t stop you…” It was his last grasping effort at the woman he loved and Mark could only peer into Claire’s tearing hazel orbs and hope that his last final plea fell on welcoming ears.
“……….. Mark… Please…..!”
“All you have to do is tell me Claire… You can tell me can’t you Claire?” Claire’s mouth could say anything she wanted, her eyes couldn’t lie… not to Mark. He could see her conflict; he could see that somewhere, deep down inside, there was a part of her who never wanted to be away from him ever again. It was buried beneath a lifetime of repression and the curiosity of this new Man that intrigued her so. At that moment Mark promised himself that God as his witness he would bring Claire’s deep seeded affection for him SCREAMING to the surface.
“I… I… HAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA MARK!!!” Before Claire could speak, and without needing to consciously think Mark buried his wiggling fingers in Claire’s now violently writhing hips. He could see by her freshly contorting smile and her surprised squealing laughter that the insidious tickling sensations that she was so fond of were playing their cruel game with her now reeling nervous system.
“Come on Claire… You’re not being HOOONEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!” Mark felt strange warmth burning on his skin. He had never experienced anything like it before. Here he was with the girl of his dreams screaming and writhing helplessly in his arms and he received his first tingling surge of Power.
“Mark!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA STOP STOP HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA OH GOD THAT TICKLES AHAHAHAHAAHAHA STOP STOP HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH OH DEAD GOD STOP AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAAHAH!!” Claire fought with all that she had against the horrible tickling sensations now invading her midsection. She pushed with all of her might against Mark’s strong chest as he continued to press her elevated against the wall of the foyer. She flexed and kicked her legs as much as his imposing form would allow, but to no avail. She slithered like an electrified snake back and forth at maddening pace trying desperately to slither away from the utter torment of Marks’ skilled fingers but all of her attempts at escape were futile.
It’s like I said, there is not really a lot of skill involved in being depraved. It’s just part of who you are. It’s showing someone how to experience their own degenerate excitement playing your twisted little games that is tricky.
One of the hardest parts is that first moment when you look in their tormented eyes and you can see the tell tale signs that there is a certain part of them that would love nothing more than to willing slip into your twisted world of utter deviance. You have to marshal your own blossoming enthusiasm to remember that they still require a little pointed encouragement.
“No Claire… I am not going to stop. Do you hear me? I am not going to stop Claire. And I think that we both know that right now you aren’t going ANYWHERE!” For the first time in a long time, Mark was allowing himself to experience joy… real joy.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA OH GOD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MARK MARK MARK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!” Claire fought harder than Mark could have ever imagined but he was game. This was a moment that he had dreamed about since the time that he was a child and there was no way that he was going to let his sweet innocent little Claire slip through his fingers. Not again… NOT TODAY.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS CLAIRE… YES. And no matter what you may think… there isn’t much that he can do to stop me either. HAHAHA. But don’t worry… I thought you LIKE TO BE TICKLED! HAHAHA!” Mark thought back to all those nights that he spent staring blankly at his computer screen horrified at each of Claire’s whispered confessions. He had tried to protect her from this, but there was no hiding anymore. A part of him wanted this, he wanted her to pay, and he wanted her to feel what he felt: the helplessness, the fear, the anguish, the torment. He didn’t want to hurt her, he loves Claire. He just wanted to make her feel.
I could travel to all the ends of the earth, I could see the seven wonders of the world, I could gain riches, I could ascend to a position of great importance, but I don’t think I will ever know an experience as sweet as FORCING the person you love to experience truly torturous bliss.
“NO NO NO NO OH NOT THAT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA JESUS NOT THAT AHAHAHAHA!” Claire could not help but throw her head back screaming at the top of her lungs as Mark’s right hand skittered lightly massaging her left ribcage. She jerked violently to her right trying futilely to avoid his digging digits but only to find an eager hand invading her smooth bare hollows forcing her into an even more ticklish predicament. No matter how hard she pushed, no matter how hard she kicked, and no matter how furiously she squirmed there was nothing that she could do to avoid Mark’s merciless ticklish torment.
“OH NO…” Mark paused his torturous onslaught and slammed both of his palms violently against both sides of Claire’s head. He was rewarded with the first of many tiny shivers of slight fear from the object of his affection. That only served to bring an even more sinister grin to his beaming face as he still held her tightly in mid air with his sheer body weight as their pelvises were locked. “Well I have about a dozen letters from you stating otherwise…” Mark couldn’t control the blazing liquid coursing through his veins. It caused a slight quiver in his voice as the sheer excitement of the moment started to physically manifest itself in more ways than one. “I could gladly read them to you. Would you like me to refresh your memory Claire?”
Claire could not help but stare into Mark’s raging eyes for a few seconds speechless. It was almost as though she had never met this man before. There was always a quiet modesty and reservation that she associated with he dear friend. As she looked deeply into the crystal balls before her she could not see a hint of reservation, only pure aggression harnessed for precision not pity. A part of her was terrified at his sudden transformation but a part of her was intrigued beyond reason with the new creature standing before her holding her hostage to her deepest desires.
“…no… you don’t have tHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHA!” The shock as all of Marks wicked fingernails ascended into her unprotected naked hollows obliterated any of Claire’s attempts at articulation. Thus began the vicious cycle of clenching her arms down to her side tightly trying with all her might to block out the dreadful sensations, but only succeeding in trapping Mark’s wriggling fingers right against her intimate vulnerability.
“Then I guess that it’s not really up to you then… Is it Claire?” With every passing second Mark could see it in Claire’s anguished expression that she was getting was starting her journey to that sweet place of helplessness that she fantasized about so much. He hoped for her sake that it was as blissful as she had imagined because the fire burning within him ensured that he would drag her there kicking and screaming along the way. Mark leaned in pressing his lips against Claire’s ear as the ticklish madness originating in her tortured under arms began to take hold of her. “But don’t worry Claire… You know that I am not a big fan of written presentations. You know that I prefer a much more personal TOUCH!”
Claire was amazed… the transition from being pressed against the wall and now pinned tightly against the floor happened so fast that her head was still swimming. Her entire life she had prided herself on her physical stature and being utterly manhandled in such a way made her more than a little light headed. She always knew that Mark was strong, but she had never before been treated to such a personal demonstration.
Claire was greeted with another small break from Mark’s devilish tickles as well as the intense feeling of having her small wrists pinned tightly above her head cupped in Mark’s strong hands. Claire could not help but stare and let Mark’s unfamiliar peccant expressions sink deep into her conscious mind. She could tell from his heavy breathing and his slight tremble of sheer excitement that his long surprised reprobate desires were lurking beneath the surface. Between her sporadic thrashings against Mark’s tight grasp Claire found that the only thing that she would have to fight more than the malignant tickle torture was the villainous smile of corrupt approval lurking deep in the recesses of her subconscious.
“I’m sure that a successful young saleswoman like yourself can understand…” Mark truly began to relish the conflict burning in Claire’s eyes. There was anger at her current predicament, fear of Mark’s new intimidating presence, anxiety over being kept from the man that she had been fantasizing about for so long, and an immodest craving for whatever sick plans that Mark was capable of devoid of his trite inhibitions. He wanted to amplify her tormented despair with as much conflicting data for her to process as possible to further her psychological distress. Mark could no longer hide the ghastly jubilance of his sweet little Claire his special brand of discomfort.
In order to truly help someone break through, you have to be prepared to help them along in their little duel with duality. It’s a big step for a person to realize that they need a certain level of malevolence to experience rapture. You have to be willing to help them along in the journey…
“Mark… pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase stop… stop just stop… ohhhhhhhhh Mark, stop that huh huuuh mmmm stop please just stop.” Mark’s tormenting fingertips were bad enough. They alone had brought all of her delicate impressionable nerve endings roaring to new life. Claire was in no position to deal with Mark’s warm wet lips lightly caressing her hot bare skin with gentle teasing kisses along her smooth neck and shoulders. She wanted it to stop, she needed it to stop, but she couldn’t bear for it to end.
“Come on Claire… *kisss* *kiss* you’re not telling me the TRUTH! *kiss*” Mark had dreamed about touching Claire’s beautiful bare skin for so long. Not just brushing against it, not the uncoordinated fumbling in the backs of cars that doomed their previous attempts at romance, truly touching. Not holding anything back. Letting everything that he felt, the sorrow, the pain of her absence, the joy of her presence, the anger at the thought of another, his desire to be her true ONE, and his never ending love affair with her all manifest themselves in his gentle worship of her-all of her.
For the first time mark allowed his eyes to truly feast on the beautiful buffet before him. He didn’t feel the need to look away, he didn’t hide his desires, and he just let his eyes fully consume the beauty that has fueled his fantasies. As his lips anointed her slight neck with wet passionate pecks of her slight neck, he gazed upon the true radiance of her now helpless form. Seeing her arms pressed tightly over her head, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her mind wracked with the terrible pleasure that he was forcing her to endure, seeing her beautiful long hair slightly disheveled as a portrait of her finally being taken out of her comfort zone, in that moment Claire was more beautiful than he had ever seen her before. He let his lips do as hands do touching her glowing olive skin with the rainbow of his raked emotions as they melted into the purest form of sheer passion.
“Mark… huuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Mark please… you don’t… you don’t know… please…” Mark took both of Claire’s slim wrists in his left hand as he allowed his right palm and fingertips lightly cascade down Claire’s left side. This gentle caress was met with an involuntary arch of her back to meet his teasing hand. He rubbed lightly from the side of her amble breasts through the fluent material of her dress down to the side of her full hips teasing the tops of her thigh and the corner of her pelvis while she was trapped helplessly beneath him. Mark wanted to make it as hard as possible to deny the desperate conflict raging deep within her as his unique brand of pleasure began to take over her physical reactions. “Mark please plese… just top… I have to go… please… please just stop.”
“Hmphmmm…” Mark found Claire’s floating pleas as she was lost in her new little world more amusing than anything. She was never the type to go down without a fight and in a way he had to admire her for that. Besides, it would be farm more interesting fighting through her ferocious resistance to have his final prize. “You know Claire… I really don’t appreciate being lied to…” Mark could see a new level of distress as his knowing hand began to lightly press and squeeze the base of Claire’s left full breast and the violent jolts of pleasure produced little squeals and moans of blissful approval to Mark’s delicate fondles. “We’ve had our ups and downs before… but you never LIED!” Mark punctuated his pitiless taunt with an insistent squeezing of Claire’s breast and despite herself she bit her bottom lip in painful anticipation. “You know… I really think that we are going to have to WORK ON THAT!”
“Huh? Wait wait wHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHIT HHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH NO NO NO AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAH!” Mark truly fell in love with Claire’s maniacal cackling. Just hearing her violent screaming at the top of her lungs brought a glimmer of light to his darkened heart. He loved seeing her lost in the abyss of ticklish anguish.
The hyper-sensitive muscles right below her bosom proved to be yet another step in her ticklish undoing. Mark held her arms tightly over her head as tightly as he could. He couldn’t have her disturbing his fun. He jut let two or three of his fingertips massage, poke and prod the packed muscles over her rib cage and poke in between rubbing sensitive skin against perceptive bone to cause the electric tickly sensations to drive his h beauty closer and closer to helpless hilarity. It was a little difficult to remain trained on his pianist’s precision with Claire’s violent heaving up and down and her turbulent thrashing from side to side, but SOMEHOW Mark found a way to manage.
Mark could see that anywhere on Claire’s ribcage was deathly ticklish. Her desperate futile straining to free her arms and the way she wildly threw her head from side to side in ticklish abandon were a dead give away. Just seeing her hair long black hair flailing from side to side and her seductive mouth wide open filled with helpless laughter began to slowly wash away Mark’s turmoil that had been building since the first torrid letter, but that was still a LONG way off.
Mark could feel himself reveling in Claire’s helpless plight more and more as she fought so valiantly against the dreadful sensations that he was so heartlessly forcing on her slender midsection. He could feel his face becoming something quite new to him. Lying there, straddling his life’s great joy, Mark’s body rejoiced at every hopeless undulation underneath him. The way his eyes remained focused so intently watching Claire’s every expression of tortured emotion while he drove her deeper and deeper into the throws of insufferable torment was almost disturbing. He could feel his menacing grin grow bigger and bigger at her every loud desperate peal of agonized hilarity. He could feel himself being taken over with the feral indulgence of his ruthless desires and it was something he could neither explain nor resist…
You know, it’s an interesting sensation the first time that you push someone to ‘MADNESS!’ You can feel them fighting it… you can feel them TRYING TO RESIST… But no matter how much they try to fight you that sensation… the feeling of them slipping so slowly away from their ‘SANITY’ makes you feel so POWERFUL for throwing them so heartlessly over the edge.
“You See Claire… This is what happens to LIARS… *WHISPER-THEY GET PUNISHED…-WHISPER*” Mark allowed his fingernails to lightly scrape against the top of Claire’s svelte tummy through the tight silky material of her seductive dress. Marked loved the feeling of Claire’s toned ab muscles tightening in fervent protest to the unbearable whispery tickles being visited upon them. His new found assault also had the ancillary benefit of new found shrieking giggles and even more desperate arching and slithering trying desperately to evade his menacing fingers. “Now… ARE YOU GOING TO LIE TO ME AGAIN YOUNG LADY hahaha!” Mark was drunk even at the first taste of his new found power.
“Hehehehehehheheheheheheheheehheehheehehehe PROBABLY heheheheheh AHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Claire couldn’t resist. Mark’s arrogant taunting was just too much for her to take. She might have to suffer her ticklish fate, but having to hear about it was far too much to ask. As such, her witty retort was met now with both of Mark’s enraged hands violently tormenting her poor quivering ribcage.
“Really… REALLY? Are you sure about that Claire? Are you sure? REALLY…ARE YOU SURE?” Mark couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Claire’s teasing playback was only adding to both his ecstasy and sense of evil. He could still since the deep conflict between her between what she thought she wanted and what he knew she needed, but this was the first real sign of progress. His hands took on lives of themselves as the mercilessly electrified Claire’s helpless ribs.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHA STOP STOP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEP I’m SURE HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Claire couldn’t believe that she was egging him on. In all of her wildest daydreams about merciless tickle torment she could have never imagined that it would be this intense. The feelings were truly wretched. Her body could neither take them nor live without them. As much as she tried to fight it, there was something inside of her that was waking up much to her inevitable demise.
It’s not easy to take the person you love to that SPECIAL place. There are a lot of bumps on the road. It’s hard for them to deal with. They are going to have to step outside of everything that they knew to experience what only you can give them. You have to be there, with them, guiding them along the way. DRAGGING THEM IF NECESSARY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!
“Okay… Just remember ‘You asked for it’ Claire!” Mark’s hands darted back and forth across Claire’s tortured upper body. He would not allow her the least bit of comfort. He maliciously massaged her delicate soft sides forcing her to explode in ticklish despair. He snuck his hands teasingly into her exposed hollows when she would lift her arms futilely trying to fight him away from her. He violently skittered his teasing fingernails in capricious patterns all over her trembling tummy while she screeched turbulently in ticklish abandon. In addition to the endless thrashing and mindless giggling Mark also received a sick thrill from the feeling of Claire’s strong arms pushing as hard as she could violently trying to grab his arms, and pointlessly trying to bat away his demon possessed hands in her desperate attempts to gain the least bit of rest from his unending tickle torture.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH OH I’LL REMEMBER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA EHEHEHEHEEHEEHHEEHEHE OHHHHHHH NOT THERE NOT THERE HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!” Claire’s insistent defiance was born of a new found anger. She hated being helpless to Mark. She hated not being able to free herself. She fought with renewed strength to thrust him from atop her. She dug her heeled feet into the tile violently pressing with all her might to get out, to free herself, to get away from this insidious torment that she was being forced to endure. She grabbed marks arms and pulled violently trying to get them as far away from her sensitive ticklish flesh as possible. Claire had always been strong… there is no way that she will be dominated without a struggle.
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The things that you want and the things that you need… for some, reconciling those two really can be a struggle!
“Awwwwwwwwwwwww, What’s the matter? Are the ticklish little tomboy little ribbies sensitive?” Mark couldn’t resist. For some reason he loved the feeling of Claire’s fingernails digging into his arms through the starched fabric of his shirt. He loved feeling her fight against him in earnest. He wanted her. He wanted all of her. He wanted everything, even her anger.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SHUT MARK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T SAY THAT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Claire knew that Mark was fully aware what that word meant to her. He was doing this on purpose… of course he was. There was nothing that she could do, but she could not allow such an insult.
“Say what? What don’t you want me to say? Oh… you mean that thing they used to call you in school. That name that you hate so much. Is that what you don’t want me to say?” Mark’s slick little grin took on an even more sinister twinge. Teasing was one thing, but this was just cruel. This one terminology had been the Bane of Cl;aire’s very existence and he knew it.
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA DON’T YOU DARE MARK… HAHAHAHAHAHAH DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAH!” So much feeling, so much intensity, so much passion. Mark’s love was only deepened watching his delicate beauty reduced to a swearing mess screaming at the top of her lungs in delicious defiance to his verbal assault and ticklish onslaught.
“Don’t I dare what, Claire?” Mark paused his merciless tickling just for a second. He desperately wanted to invite Claire’s response. He let her catch her breath for a few quick moments still beset by the remnants of his persistent torment. Finally able to open her eyes, Claire wiped the involuntary tears from the corners of her eyes and starred at Mark with laser focus. There was so much going on in her beleaguered mind. Confusion, anger, hatred, intense fear, and a mounting fury at Mark’s latest direction of verbal taunts.
“Huuuuuuu Huuuuuuu Huuuuuuuu I SAID… don’t call me that. Huuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuuYou know that I hate it when people call me that Mark! Huuuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Don’t you say it Mark. Don’t you FUCKING SAY IT!” Mark found the sternness in Claire’s response strangely alluring. It was an interesting contrast to the trembles of fear that he could see in her wavering pupils.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Claire doesn’t like to be called a TOMBOY… that’s so CUTE!” Mark’s hands shot in time to Claire’s defenseless hollows causing her to once again scrunch into a defenseless ball trapping his skittering fingernails in the deepest hollows of her hyper ticklish underarms. Her entire torso became rigid with ticklish distress as his fingers tormented her supplementing his merciless taunting. “Now the question is… What is our ticklish little TOMBOY going to do to keep her evil tickler quiet? What can she do to stop me from saying TOMBOY TOMBOY TOMBOY!”
“SHUT UP HAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA SHUT UP MARK AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH SHUT THE HELL UP HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!” No way of escape, her delicate skin being tormented by the man she trusted more than anyone else on the planet, her psyche being pushed past the point of reason having to endure her most hated criticism while being physically tortured beyond reason. It was too much. Claire felt more helpless at this very moment than she ever had in her life…
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I wonder… This may be one situation where laughing at the problem isn’t going to make it go away Claire HAHAHA. I mean I am not going to stop you, I just wonder how effective a strategy that is HEHE.” Mark was possessed. He loved watching Claire suffer. He wanted to make this as hard on her as possible. After thousands and thousands of words about “him” a few hours of payback wasn’t outside the realm of fairness in Mark’s wicked mind.
“STOP SAYING THAT AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAH STOP RIGHT NOW STOP HAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” This was insane. Claire was a grown woman. Yet, here she was pinned to the floor of Mark’s foyer with the cold tile pressing into the bare skin of her back and neck writhing maniacally under Mark’s cruel tickling. Even worse she was forced to endure his infuriating taunts… it was too much. Claire couldn’t stand another second.
“Come on Claire… what are you going to do about it? What are you….
-*SLAP*-
The tickling stopped. Claire couldn’t believe it. It was like her right hand had smacked Mark across the Cheek without her approval. It wasn’t her fault. It was just so maddening. She had to let it out. She didn’t mean to… DID SHE?
-SILENCE-
Mark just sat there. His head was still turned across his right shoulder as his cheek let the full weight of Claire’s palm print sink in and be registered in Mark’s mind. He said nothing. He just listened for Claire’s breathing. He felt her chest rise faster and faster. It excited him. He could feel her palms trembling slightly against his arms. It excited him.
Claire watched intently. She could barely believe what just happened, let alone speculate the consequences. She just lay there, pinned under her tormentor, waiting wondering. Mark loosened his tie. He never turned his head back. That worried Claire. What was going through his mind? Was he mad? He had to know that she didn’t mean it… well, that she didn’t REALLY mean it. His head still turned Mark pulled his tie from around his neck and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. The thing that bothered Claire was Mark’s breathing. It never changed. It was still slightly elevated, but deep, calm, collected. Was he angry… she couldn’t tell.
“Mark… I… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH huuuuuuu huuuuuuuu huuuuuuuu” Before she could say another word Mark pounced. He pinned both of her hands tightly above her head once again startling Claire beyond belief. This time, he stretched her wrists as far as they would reach with his strong hands and brought his face right in front of hers. What Claire saw caused her heart to brim over with sheer unadulterated terror. She had never seen this smile before. It was purely demonic. Mark grinned ear to ear like a predator admiring his helpless prey. Claire could see him almost giggling in lustful anticipation of all the terrible things that he had in store for her. She had never seen Mark like this before. She was frightened, she was nervous, she was anxious, she was…
Claire was frozen. She couldn’t think. Why did she do that? How did this happen? Was this Mark? Her head was filled with burning questions and her eyes were filled with the images of the demon that she had summoned somewhere in her suggestive letters about the man that formed her fantasies. A part of her was aghast at the way “HE” would react at the news of the evening’s events, but all that she could focus on was the beast hovering greedily over her savoring the meal to come.
Unable to stand the sight of Mark’s feasting eyes and vicious grin Claire closed her eyes and tried desperately to turn her head away from him. She wished and hoped that if she tried hard enough that she could transport herself to just a few minutes before and walk out the door to safety. That’s what she wanted. However, Mark’s sweet lips returning to her burning left cheek brought it crashing home that it wasn’t what she needed.
Claire could feel Mark’s passionate kissing and nibbling of her left ear. It was wretched. It was wonderful. It was confusing. It was fulfilling. His warm breath tickled and teased her ears causing her to swoon gently despite herself. What was he doing to her?
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm That’s my girl… That’s my tough girl Claire… MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Mark was beside himself. In all of his wildest fantasies, he could never have imagined that finally taking his prize would be this exhilarating. He loved the way Claire fought him. He loved watching her unbridled passion as he conquered her. He loved knowing that no matter what she did or how hard she tried that he could take her… take her where she always needed to be.
“Oh Goddddddddddddddd huhhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhhh!” The conflict was so much for Claire. First Mark used the incessant tickling, then the passionate soothing kisses. First he issues cruel taunts and then such sweet terms of endearment. She hated Mark right now. She hated him for doing this to her. She hated him for making her feel so helpless. She hated him for making her feel so beautiful. She hated him for making her need his approval. She hated him for the torturous tickles. She hated him for making her entire body tingle in dreadful need for him. She hated him for the subtle stirring between her writhing bare thighs. She hated him…. Didn’t she?
“But I do think that we are going to have to work on this anger control issue of yours Claire. We can’t have you using your hands like that. If you can’t exercise better judgment, then I am just going to have to ENSURE that it doesn’t happen again.” Claire knew exactly what Mark was thinking. Her eyes flew open in disbelief and found his menacing smirk glowing with evil intention to meet her aghast stare and desperate sigh. Before the shock of Mark’s declaration wore off, Mark violently rolled Claire over onto her svelte stomach pressing himself deliciously against her firm buns as she lay there defenseless to stop him with her arms still tightly in his grasp. “I am going to tie you up Claire. I am going to tie you up nice and tight. I am going to tie you up since you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.” Mark punctuated his devilish promise by forcing both of Claire’s arms tightly behind her back and holding her wrists against the small of her back. Claire was helpless, her situation was only getting worse, but she wouldn’t give in.
“No Mark… Don’t…. I’m warning you. Let ME go. Let me go right now Mark!” Clare honestly thought that if she said it long enough she might believe it. She knew that he was doing this on purpose. She knew that he kept saying it over and over just so it would sink in. She hated that she ever told him what those three words did to her. It made it even worse that no matter how angry it made her, she couldn’t fight the way that her body carnally responded to the idea of its impending restraint. Feeling Mark’s cheek pressed against hers only added to her discomfort. Claire couldn’t stand being this close to Mark right now.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Still defiant I see. EXQUISITE. Don’t worry Sweetheart… I know how to fix that. I am going to take that defiance away from you Claire… Slowly. Don’t give in too quickly though. I wouldn’t want you to spoil all the fun. HAHAHA!” Mark didn’t hide his growing excitement as he allowed himself to rub suggestively against Claire’s firm behind. He loved the subtle affirmation of the war still raging inside of her as she let out a frustrated whimper at being unable to avoid his lewd caress, yet her smooth full buns rose to meet the firmness growing between Mark’s legs.
“Hmphhhhhhh Well I am glad to see that at least SOMEBODY is enjoying this…” The first gentle kiss of Mark’s golden tie around her trapped wrists sent Claire into a frenzy. This couldn’t happen. Not now. Not like this. She couldn’t be restrained. She couldn’t be tied up. Not by Mark. That would be too much. She started kicking her legs wildly behind her. She tried with all that she was to reach back with her shiny high heels and kick Mark off of her but it was to no avail. All that she succeeded in doing was lightly massaging the devious creature atop of her as her buns flexed with the wild flailing of her toned legs. She had to let it out. She had to do something with the frustration of being trapped. She had to do something with the whirlwind of emotions that was trapped inside of her right now.
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You see… our deepest fantasies, (no matter how detailed, how intense, or how wonderful they may seem in the safe confines of our own mind), are like sweet looking cakes sitting on the table of time. Until you’ve tasted them, How much do you really know?
“Oh come on Claire. I know that you can fight harder than that. I almost have your wrists tied together. I know you can do a lot better than this. What’s the point in being a ticklish little tomboy if you’re so weak to stop me? HAHAHA!” Mark made sure to wrap the golden silk around Claire’s gyrating wrists in several tight loops as he taunted and teased her about her growing helplessness. Fanning the raging flames burning in her subconscious was far too delicious an experience to be dismissed quickly. Her honest struggles beneath him futilely trying to free herself from his strong grasp began to serve as reassurance that no matter what she did or how hard she tried that there was nothing Claire could do to stop herself from becoming his bound ticklish little morsel… (at least for tonight anyway.)
“You’re going to pay for this Mark… I swear to God you are going to FUCKING pay for this… huuuuuuuuuh huuuuuuuuuh…” Mark made sure to make the tying of the knot as dramatic as possible. Claire could feel her growing anger start to take possession of her entire being. Her entire body began to glow with her mounting fury and Mark’s intrusion. She kicked, she writhed, she slithered against her bondage and the demon straddling her backside just letting the anger vent through her violent contortions. It wasn’t even that much about freeing herself anymore. It was about expressing the sheer frustration of battling the subconscious stirrings of having her wrists bound that caused her breath to become so desperately labored… As Mark lowered his face to hers having finished securing her supple limbs tightly behind her, she refused to even acknowledge his presence starring straight ahead to the living room in front of her.
“What was that Claire? I didn’t hear you…” Claire hated that Mark’s left hand caressing through her long mane felt so soothing. He hated the warmth of his breath. She hated the lure of his menacing whisper. She hated feeling his massive body weight pressing her lightly erect nipples into the cold tile through her thin silk dress and lace undergarments. She especially hated the way that he was so casually taunting her with that air of masculine arrogance the she absolutely disdained. “You were saying something while I was TYING YOUR HANDS TOGETHER… You have to forgive me… I was more than a little distracted with making you helpless and all HAHA!” Mark received another cold chill of absolute power as Claire recoiled fiercely from his hand lightly caressing her cheek. “What were you saying now, Dear?”
“Hmphh…. I SAIIIIIIDDDDDDDDD… that you are going to FUCKING pay for THIEHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEAHHAHEAEHAHEHAHEHEAHAHEHEAAH BASTARD HAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mark just couldn’t resist. There was a certain innocence about her when she was being to purposefully defiant. Feeling her honest thrashing, hearing her deep feminine laughter and sweet squealing giggles, hearing her cursing and fighting and scratching with all that she had let Mark taste a part of her glorious vitality that was on such open display….
“What’s that Claire… I still can’t hear you. You didn’t get it out. What was that?” Mark could barely contain his excitement. Every light touch of his menacing fingertips caused Claire to jerk, tense, and recoil in delicious ticklish agony. With her hands tied he was free to tease and titillate his blushing beauty at his leisure and he was sure to take full advantage.
“AHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAH YOU’LL PAY AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I SWEAR HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA I SWEAR I SWEAR AHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP STOP HAAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Claire began to curse her making for giving her ribs that would be this devastated by an evil caress. The incessant poking, the malicious massage, the squeezing, the spidering; they all combined for an electric sensory overload that was more intense than anything she could ever imagine. And if possible, with her hands tied securely behind her back Claire felt as though she was even more ticklish in her despair.
The feeling of her deltoids straining with the intensity of the tie and Mark’s weight firmly pressed on top of her was a constant reminder that no matter how much she wanted to she could do nothing right now to stop the pitiless digits from digging deeper and deeper into her yielding sensitive flesh and increasing her torment at a whim.
“We are really going to have to work on your annunciation Claire…” Mark paused his latest assault just to add insult to very real tortured injury. He once again lowered his face to caress right next to Claire’s right cheek so that every word could pour directly into her sensitive eardrums. He loved the feeling of her labored breathing trying desperately to suck and much cool air into her straining ribs as possible to put out the desperate fire that he was causing deep inside of her. “Now let’s start off something simple…” Mark let the palms of his hands lightly caress up and down Claire’s sides from her hips to just below her ample peaks as a friendly reminder that another violent trip for her back to mindless mirth was literally at Mark’s fingertips… “Say this. ‘Hello, My name is Claire…’ Do you think you can manage that?”
“Oh dear Lord, Mark. YESSSSSSSS I can say it. Oh My God. ‘Hello, My name is go screEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE’HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH AHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Claire couldn’t resist. She is a fighter. This was a challenge. Claire wasn’t going to loose, especially not to Mark. She would fight until she had nothing left before she gave in to the mindless whims of this thing sitting on top of her.
“Nope nope. I see that we still have some work to do!” Mark could not believe the sheer excitement of feeling his naughty neighbor writhing so madly under his strong grasp. He could feel every fiber of muscle in her toned body straining desperately against his unending tickle torture. “Let’s try it from the hips Claire… Come on. Breathe in and say it from your hips, Claire. Maybe this will help! Now what were you trying to say?”
Mark alternated from lightly skittering his fingernails on the outside of Claire’s pelvic bones at the side of her hips to teasing and massaging her pocket points with deathly accuracy. He never allowed her a second of anticipation under his capricious onslaught. He made sure at every turn that poor ticklish Claire had no way of knowing what kind of ghastly sensation would be visited upon her sensitive nerved next, and as such the received every ruthless ticklish trespass as though it was the very first time.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHAA YOU’RE GONNA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH GET IT HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!” So many nights daring to dream what Claire’s bound helpless hysterical form would look like and Mark could never have imagined the sheer radiance of her ticklish agony. His ticklish little tough girl was going to pay. She was going to pay dearly. She was going to experience as much torture on this one night as Mark’s tortured heart had felt since the first casual mention of ‘HIM.’ With the lust of Claire’s earnest suffering clouding his mind, Mark could not contemplate what the new day would bring, but he was certain that right now at this moment Claire would be his no matter what it took.
The hardest part of doing anything great is convincing yourself that it can be done. Most people spend their entire lives telling themselves why they will never be able to achieve there own dreams. It’s kind of hard to achieve anything when you are your own worst enemy. No matter what you do, if you don’t believe something is possible then there will always be this little voice in the back of your mind sabotaging even your best attempts at real happiness. The good news is that the same is true in reverse. Once you allow yourself to believe that you can reach your mountain top, then there is nothing that can stop you from reaching that seemingly insurmountable peak no matter how hard or treacherous the climb…
“Now… Why don’t we try this again?” Mark once again gave his teasing hands and his blushing beauty a rest and enjoyed Claire’s elevated breathing as evidence of his growing power over her. “Now…” Once again to further Claire’s plight, Mark allowed his full warm moist lips to gently tease the curve of her ear as he whispered his pitiless taunts so sweetly. “What were you saying earlier, Claire…”
“Huhhhhhhh Huuuuh I said that you’re going to FUCKING pay for this Mark…. *Ummmm*” Mark violently flipped Claire over on the cold tile of the foyer once again pinning her tightly beneath him. The skin of her bare back and her supple bound arms kissed the icy flooring to match the ice water now flowing through her veins. She looked up at Mark starring down at her with a smile… that smile. That evil sadistic smile. She swore she couldn’t stand another second of his hungered gaze. “When I get out of this you are going to be sorry Mark… Very SORRY!” Claire’s mind was fading slowly away to the background and her unbridled emotions were slowly taking control of all her physical actions. She lunged wildly at Mark letting her anger, frustration, and hatred of her bondage be known with every tumultuous grunt and gritting of her teeth.
“No now Claire….” Straddling Claire lewdly and peering directly into her fuming soul Mark used the palms of his strong hands to make light soothing trails from the base of her quivering tummy to the base of her full breasts. “Let’s not go around making idle threats.” Mark firmly squeezed and massaged both of Claire’s large sensitive peaks tweaking and probing at his whim. He fondled her helpless mounds unapologetically staring her directly in the eyes the entire time. Claire only became further enraged in sensual confusion with Mark’s lascivious massage. She leaned back and closed her eyes as tightly as possible imagining that she was somewhere far away from Mark’s ever so skilled teasing fingertips. “Let’s remember…” Claire couldn’t help but emit a slight murmur of approval while her body involuntarily shuddered having both of her stiffening nipples lightly caressed to punctuate Mark’s cruel taunts. “You are a little TIED UP at the moment HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Claire snapped back from the dizzy reality of having her now very sensitized nubbins teased and caressed by Mark’s adept digits at the cruel reminder of her helpless predicament. She slithered from side to side trying desperately to remove her intimate mounds from Mark’s sinister reach. She thrashed harder and harder in any attempt to break his delicious contact with her delicate skin. Frustrated at every turn, pinned beneath them there was nothing that poor Claire could do to avoid Mark’s pointed malicious attention.
Mark couldn’t understand why this excited him so much. Here he was, shamefully straddling the bound woman that he loved more than life itself, but the one thing that preoccupied his mind at this glorious moment was watching her struggle, frustrating her, and making her SUFFER. He wanted this to be bad for Claire. He rejoiced with her every desperate angry outburst or violent passionate lunge expressing her agonized frustration. He wanted this to be something that she would never forget. He would make sure that no matter what from this day on whenever her head lay motionless against her pillow in the midst of her midnight slumbers that this day, this glorious day, would haunt her sweetest nightmares for all time. He didn’t want to hurt her. He couldn’t. He loves her. He just wants to maker her feel; feel all the wretched hatred, frustration, despair, and helplessness that she had so unwittingly inflicted upon him with her vivid images of the enigmatic figure that shaped her depraved little fantasies.
Claire finally tired of her slithering and just lay back against the icy cold tile. She looked up at him. She looked up at this man that she had never met before in the form of a familiar friend just moments passed. He wouldn’t win. He couldn’t win. She would never surrender. There was nothing that she could do to stop her body from reacting. That was beyond her control. He would take her laughter. He would take her screaming. He would take her desperate squirming against his ruthless menacing tickles. Her eyes fumed with renewed disdain for him at the horrid realization that he might even be able to take her arousal. But he could not have her pleasure. No matter how he caressed, no matter how he massaged, no matter how many of her fantasies he forced her to endure he couldn’t have it. That would be her last stand. That would be her testimony to life. The only thing that she could control right now was the gateway to her ecstasy. That was still something that on some level she had to willingly give. Claire promised herself in this solemn moment of greatest despair staring at the physical manifestation of her life’s greatest nightmare that no matter how bad it was, no matter how good it may feel that she would not surrender. She could not give Mark that sweet victory.
“NNnnnnnnnnnnnnn… Oh God… I hate you right now Mark… I swear to god I FUCKING hate you!” Even though Claire’s mind and strong were ready for the terrible challenge ahead, her poor beleaguered eyes had felt far too much. The corner of her eyes began to tear not out of sadness, but just leaking the concentrated hateful emotions building behind her hazel eyes. Mark was surprised hat his own dreadfully callous response. As Claire’s anger began to manifest itself, with those three words she set his free. He began replaying her every teasing word in every lascivious letter in peccant detail watching his greatest love melting slowly in the wake of his growing dominance.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwww, Thank you sweetie!” Mark began lightly kissing and caressing Claire’s trapped cheek and the silky skin of her bare neck and she kicked and screamed with renewed vigor in defiant protest. “You promissssssssssssssssse?”
“I HATE YOU… I FUCKING HATE YOU…. *SNIFFLE* I SWEAR TO GOD MARK I FUCKING HATE YOU RIGHT NOW… *SNIFFLE*” Claire couldn’t stand letting this fiend see her emotions. She hates weakness. Claire was aghast that she was so powerless to stop the gentle kiss of Mark’s sweet lips or the light teasing nibbles of his evil teeth from playing such havoc with her impressionable nerve endings. Feeling Mark’s honest loving affection through the prism of her forced imprisonment did absolutely nothing to resolve the mounting war between her swirling mind, hate filled heart, and slowly warming bare thighs.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… It’s okay Sweetheart.” Mark leaned in closely whispering softly into Claire’s trapped ear while he lightly stroked her flowing mane comforting the growing tension threatening to cast her tattered mind past the brink of sanity. “After reading all those long detailed searing letters about “HIM”, there’s a part of me that really FUCKING hates you too Claire. It makes me feel sooooooooooooooooooooo much better to now know that the feeling is mutual. Don’t worry though Claire. I have an idea how we are going to work through this… together. Thank you so much for finally being so Honest Claire. But I do think that we are going to have to do someeeeeeeeeeeething about that swearing of yours though. I think that I might have to take a little time to teach my sweet little girl to be more ladylike!”
“No no… Don’t mark donAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO HEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEEHEHEHEH!” Claire plunged back into the deep abyss of forced hilarity with the sinister decent of Mark’s deviant hands onto her dreadfully sensitive ribcage. Mark ruthlessly tickled her at will just to add emphasis to all of his horrible promises of Claire’s merciless torment that was to come. Claire felt herself straining desperately with every violent twitch of ticklish agony desperately trying to free herself from the smooth silk bindings that held her fast. Her eyes screwed tight and laughter roaring from the back of her throat she barely had time to let the full weight of Mark’s sadistic intentions sink in. Right now the only things that existed as her ribs were so expertly titillated were herself, Mark, his demonic tickling, and the bonds that held her so tight from stopping it.
Claire could hear the loud clacking of her high heels crashing into the floor as she flailed kicking desperately trying to gain any leverage she could to pry the evil creature away from her sensitive torso but at every turn she was met only with frustration. She was even powerless to stop her beautiful black hair from matting to her face in the combination of her fresh beads of tortured perspiration and her long flowing main flailing wildly as she threw her head from side to side trying in vain to deal with the electric shocks of ticklish torment violently cascading through her midsection. All the while the only thing that tortured the depths of Claire’s soul more than the dreadful pointed stimulation was the continual insidious cackles of her lost friend fully enjoying her helpless plight.
“Still giving orders I see!” Mark slowed his touch to another roaming caress as his hands moved freely over Claire’s midsection and heaving full chest. “Pinned down… Bound… no hope in sight…. But still giving orders…” Mark wiped the strands of hair away from Claire’s still glowing angelic face and could not hide his smile at the familiarly radiant form lurking beneath. She was disheveled, tired, angry, frustrated, confused, but still RAVISHING. Claire was breathing heavily but there was a look of quiet determination in her eyes. Mark found it strangely alluring. To control someone who was so vibrant… so alive… so strong. It would be his greatest victory, a welcome reversal to the past months continually living in his life’s greatest failure. He bent in and anointed Claire’s forehead with a single burning kiss for all the dreadful jubilance that he had in store for his life’s great love. He had waited so long, and his time had finally come. “That’s what is going to make this so fun Claire… Promise me that you won’t change okay?” Mark stood over his blushing beauty almost triumphant as he surveyed her squirming bound form. “I think that we are going to have to go some place a little more comfortable for your proper instruction. Now come along like good girl…”
Claire could not escape her own silence. There was a large part of her that was still in shock over the days most recent events. Feeling herself freed from the confines of Mark’s demanding body weight she tried as best she could to wriggle and turn somehow to free herself from her silk bindings. The revelation that her predicament was only going to intensify was all the motivation that Claire needed for her most earnest attempts at escape.
Mark lowered his hands slowly to collect his prize that he had won with his first real act of courage in the face of his life’s great agony. He knew that she would resist, but he wanted this to last. It’s not every day that you get to rewrite the course of a lifetime. Mark wanted to make sure that he savored every last minute.
“Mark… Please no. Just let me go please. Please please Ahhhhhh Oh God no no no please AHHHHHHH no stop that please please AHHHHHHHHH Mark I’m serious just stop, Please?” Mark darted his hands down at Claire as though he was about to pounce just to recoil and watch the fear both grip and fade away from her beautiful face. Just his first time out and he was already keenly aware of the true power of psychological torment. He was as sadistic teasing her psyche as he was at her supple nerve ending, much to Claire’s true horror. Mark allowed his silence to drift through the tension filled air adding to the building anticipation that threatened to drive Claire insane. “Please Mark… I promise that if you let me go I won’t be AHHHHHHHH MAD AHHHHHHHHH shit… you’re scaring me MAAHHHHHHHH” Claire squirmed as much as possible retreating from Mark’s ominous hands. She couldn’t bear another second of the unending torturous titillation or fathom the idea of being carried off to her bound ticklish demise. Even though hope was bleak, Claire could not imagine going down without a fight.
“Come on now Claire… *LUNGE* Play nice *LUNGE* HAHA… remember… It’s just a little TICKLING!!!” Mark finally bent his knees snaring his writhing beauty in his strong arms as she struggled mightily in delicious defiance. “Ok… Maybe there might be more than just a little HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Mark slung Claire over his broad right shoulder lifting himself fully to his feet carrying the manifestation of his life’s greatest daydreams in his arms at last… after all this time. Mark felt his head resting gently against Claire’s warm flexing hip as she kicked aimlessly. He could see her long beautiful bare legs violently fighting the air that they were suspended in. he could see her beautiful feet still cloaked in the black shinny leather of her sexy shoes. He could feel her full breasts resting on his back. Best of all he could feel her every violent strain for a freedom that would never come…. Not tonight. The golden silk of his necktie fit so perfectly contrasting the tanned skin of Claire’s bound wrists, her long sharp maroon fingernails, and the deep black oasis of her flowing silky dress as she squirmed so helplessly in his grasp.
“Mark… Put me down please, you can’t do this. Please Mark put me down… Just put me the hell down…” Claire honest pleas for release were like music to Mark’s ears. All those helpless nights sitting in front of his computer powerless to change the piercing words of Claire’s tormenting correspondence would be visited on this evening of atonement as Claire lay bound before him helpless to change the sinister ministrations that Mark had in store for her sweet supple body that has haunted his tortured mind for so long.
“Don’t worry Claire, I am going to put you down, I am going to put you down. Just not here. Trust me. I truly believe that you will find my bed much more comfortable. Don’t bother thanking me… I know how appreciative of my consideration that you are. The only payment that I need is that beautiful beaming SMILE of yours.” Mark used two fingers of his left hand to gently probe and massage the hollow just above Claire’s hipbone as he held the backs of her naked thighs firmly with his right arm. There was no hope that his blushing beauty could escape the ticklish torment as he held her so tightly, and he counted on her not being able to withhold the delicious wriggling that Mark began to crave so dearly. As he started off towards his bedroom he wanted to feel as much of Claire’s violent thrashing in his arms as possible as he was serenaded with the forced hysterical mirth of her sincere ticklish suffering. Carrying his bound helpless giggling writhing long lost love across the living room was the lap of great victory that had eluded Mark for so long. He only paused his evil tickling to finally turn the knob to his long desired night of omnipotence over the woman that he loved so much.
Can you imagine what that was like for me? Being so close to the person I love. All the deviant depraved desires that I have had for so long just minutes away from ultimate fulfillment. My heart was beating so loud in my chest. My mind was spinning. After all those long frustrating nights I was dizzy with ardent arousal. Everything that I have wanted for all those years since we first met finally within my grasp. After waiting patiently for so long I was just moments away from finally showing someone my inner demon for the first time. You can’t imagine the anticipation, the passion or the undeniable intoxicating moment of taking that special someone kicking and screaming to that special place that you just knew they were dying to go. It is a feeling so intense that you will surely never forget it. This one glorious moment of unlocking the horrible monster lurking inside my darkened heart will be burned into the forefront of my devious mind until the day I Die…
For Mark, just a single touch of Claire’s glorious legs was like tasting a tiny piece of the heavens. The intense feeling of her toned trapped hamstrings straining so deliciously against the cruel caress of her impressionable hip bone was more than he could have imagined. Feeling Claire’s every desperate gyration in response to even his light teasing tickles was a wonderful foreshadowing of her maniacal thrashing to come once she took her rightful place helplessly bound to Mark’s large massive bed.
Just swinging open the door to his ominous bedchamber, Mark could not help but admire the venue of Claire’s inevitable ticklish destruction. The large four poster bed in the center of the large space gave Mark’s bedroom a wonderfully regal quality in general. In this context, however, the configuration of the room’s dominant furnishing added a sinister quality normally reserved for the medieval dungeons from a time long since past.
The dark cherry oak scattered about the room made it appear as a conquered forest walking through the massive doorframe. The imposing four posts were flanked on either side by matching nightstands with dark wood accents. Mark stood just to the left of his massive dresser topped with a large mirror as he took his first steps into the site of his destiny that had eluded him for so long. After closing the door on his beleaguered past Mark savored every step over the beige carpet with his bound beauty still struggling against his incessant teasing tickles squirming over his shoulder. As impolitely as possible, Mark deposited Claire atop his dark golden comforter and onto his large king size bed.
Claire tried desperately to catch her breath. The deep forced laughter from Mark’s merciless teasing was having a dreadful affect on her straining lungs. She wasn’t given much of a chance to recuperate as she was quickly followed onto the soft mattress by her mad tormentor. Before Claire could even muster the strength to shriek out in protest, Mark flipped her onto her stomach stretching her bound form out across the massive bedding. She could feel the weight shift with Mark’s every move atop the mattress and she was painfully aware that he was heading towards her lightly straining ankles.
Claire felt Mark’s knees trap her helpless shoed feet between his legs. Claire tried with all her might to pull her trapped leather encased soles from the demon kneeling behind her on the bed but she was regrettably held fast. With her bare legs stretched so delicately with her ankles now trapped, Claire became painfully aware how naked her warm soft skin was in the wake of Mark’s evil intentions. The first kiss of his nimble fingertips to her bare trembling calves had a terribly duplicitous effect. On the one hand, the fear of the inevitable impending tickles was far too much to contemplate, but the soothing feel of Mark’s languid caress on her toned flinching bare claves sent intolerable trickles of pleasure shooting up the backs of her legs crashing into the stirring top of her silky thighs.
“See Claire… This is much nicer. I am so glad that I got rid of my old bed. It was just too… vanilla. I thought that this would give the room a much more… classical feeling. Believe it or not Claire, I actually picked it very much with you in mind. HAHAHA.” Mark could tell that his devious taunts were landing perfectly placed between Claire’s burning ears. He could see the subtle tremors of fear with his every menacing word and the sick rush of power was intoxicating. He let his curious hands wander freely over the silky backs of Claire’s trapped quivering legs lightly massaging and caressing his bound beauty. He could tell that she was fighting her obvious enjoyment with all that she was and that’s exactly what he wanted. Recounting all the years of pent up frustration Mark knew that his greatest target for revenge was that rogue part of Claire’s psyche that always fought against her affections for him. He wanted to make sure that part of Claire’s persona was on full display so that he could thoroughly enjoy the slow trek to its utter destruction for his sadistic pleasure. “I would have never thought that I would actually have you, laying her, tied up nice and tight, stretched out on my large bed to play with, but a boy can dream can’t he? HAHAHA Now tell me Sweetheart… Isn’t this more comfortable than the icy floor of the foyer?”
Claire sat in the wake of Mark’s ominous silence waiting for an answer to his very loaded question. Part of her mind was terrified beyond all reason and the massive conflict between her resistance and growing subtle approval of her hopeless predicament made the idea of forming words seemingly insurmountable. After a few passing moments, the weight of the thunderous silence became too much.
“…no…” Claire could not bring herself to admit that the presumed location of even more insidious torment was comfortable in the least of degree.
“Oh you know you’re right Claire. There is something missing!” With that, Mark began insistently spidering all ten of his evil fingertips up and down Claire’s smooth bare legs causing her to writhe in protest and squeal in girlish laughter in response to the ticklish intrusion. “Is this better Claire?” Mark concentrated all of his menacing digits scraping and probing the hollows under Claire’s violently shaking knees which proved to be a hot bed of lively nerves. “I honestly don’t know how I could have forgotten HAHAHA!”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe stop Mark stop heheheheheheeheheheh that tickles hahahhahhahahhahahhah it tickles it tickles it tickles hahahahahahahahahahah stop stop stop hahahahhahhhahahahhah not the knees not the knees hahahahahahhahahahahahaha!” The light precise caress of her trembling legs was a horrible whisper of electric sensations that was somewhat more subtle than the deep torment of her poor torso but in a way the light touch was even more maddening. With every passing second Claire developed an even greater hatred of each of Mark’s icy cruel fingers.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, It’s supposed to tickle Claire. That’s why it’s called Tickling silly. I don’t know if now is the right time for jokes sweetheart!” Mark was a man possessed. He wanted to relish the sheer abject torture of each and every fiber of muscle that made up the object of his life’s greatest affection.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M NOT JOKING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES IT TICKLES HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHA OH GOD NO!” In sharp contrast to the light teasing caress of her bare skin, now Mark was viciously massaging the slender tendons on either side of her sensitive knees with his clawed fingers. The sensation made both of her entire legs burn with ticklish despair. She violently jerked from the top of the bed contorting in every direction that she could imagine in a futile effort to escape Mark’s quick hands, but no matter how much she gyrated they never left their defenseless targets.
“Really… How bad does it tickle Claire? Does it tickle REALLY BAD CLAIRE?” Mark wanted it… he wanted it all. He wanted to hear her say it.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES SO FUCKING BAD MARK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH JUST UNTIE ME… PLEASE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH PLEASE MARK JUST NTIE ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!” Claire had no idea that her knees could even be tickled in such a manner let alone how torturous it would be. The only thing that she could think about at that current moment was the end to the murderous mistreatment of her trembling bare knees.
“Is that what you really want Claire? You want me to Untie you?” Mark resumed the light teasing stroking of Claire’s twitching bare legs to keep her off balance.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS heheheheheeheheeheheh. Yes just untie, please Mark. Hehehhheehheheeheh please please untie me!!” Claire could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe she could reason with him after all.
“Are you SURE? I want to make sure that we are very CLEAR about this!” Mark took up a sporadic mix of light teasing caresses and then more sinister massage of horribly ticklish tendons. He relished Claire’s helplessly panicked reactions at each ruthless punctuation.
“Yes Mark YEAHAHAHAAH hehehehehe yes please eheheheehhhhe please untiHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHHAAHAHA OH GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA hehehee please untie Me heheheheehehehehehe HAHAAHHAAHHAHHAHAHA Oh God not the knees!” No matter how hard Claire tried, she could never predict the horrid sensation to come. The soothing light titillation mixed with the unbearable deep tickles on the backs of her knees was absolutely dreadful. This had to stop. This had to end. Mark had to untie her.
“I don’t KNOW… I mean, you don’t sound very CONVINCING CLAIRE. HAHA. I want to know how much you REALLY want me to untie these CUTE little WRISTS OF YOURS!” Mark Lunged forward lying atop his viciously bucking beauty once again with her firm thighs and ample bottom held fast between his own strong legs. Mark’s dove all ten of his violently wriggling and probing fingers into Claire’s exposed sensitive ribcage. Claire could not help but explode in violent bouts hysterical screaming laughter further straining her lightly burning lungs. Mark wanted to hear her scream for release. He wanted to hear her in utter ticklish abandon at the hands of his cruel torturous ministrations. He wanted to hear the sweet desperation dripping in her panicked shrieks for mercy sprinkled between her sweet maniacal cackles brought on by his devilish fingers.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHA OH MARK HAAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE!!!” Claire knew what Mark wanted. He wanted to hear her beg. He wanted verbal validation of his power over her. She wanted to fight it, but it seemed like a small price to pay for this tormenting madness to end while her horribly stressed sanity was still in tact. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE MARK PLEASE HAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE JUST UNTIE ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEASE IT TICKLES SO BAD AHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAA OH MY GOD IT TICKLES AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT FUCKING TICKLES HAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA STOP STOP PLEASE STOP HAHAHHAHAHAHA PLEASE NO MORE HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE JUST UNTIE ME PLEASE PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHSE huuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuu ohhhhhhhhhh huuuuuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuu!” The cool air rushing back into Claire’s thirsting lungs was almost too pleasurable as she was finally allowed to catch her breath. Maybe that was enough. Maybe he was finally starting to listen to her. She had already been through so much. Maybe this was enough.
Claire could feel Mark’s hands lightly rubbing her shoulders. They were strained from her unending struggle against the strict silk that rendered her hands useless bound behind her back. As much as she hated to admit it, the gentle massage was terribly soothing. She could feel Mark’s gently push his face past her wild hair that was now wonderfully splayed all over the top of her gorgeous back from tossing her head from side to side in helpless tormented abandon. The gentle caress of his sweet lips burned against her bare warm skin. The horrid sensations of the unending tickles was bad enough but the continual contrast to his loving affection only caused Claire’s body to involuntarily seek out even more delicious titillating data to somehow resolve the conflicting signals between her bare thighs and in the tips of her firm breasts. Claire’s greatest struggle now was against allowing even a single proverbial toe to slip into the warm bath of sensual pleasure that she could feel Mark drawing with his guided hands and persistent lips. As she closed her eyes and sank her lightly glowing face into the mattress as if to hide from the gravity of her current predicament for the first time Claire allowed herself a brief fleeting image of what it might be like to loose.
“Claire…” Mark once again brought his face right next to hers. “Do you really want me to untie you?” Mark couldn’t help but gently kiss Claire’s sweet cheeks as he peppered her with teasing questions. He had wanted so badly in the terrible months past to have her there, right there as his canvas for his life’s great affection. He couldn’t help himself.
“Yes Mark… Please. Please untie me. I promise that I will forget about this whole thing, just please, untie my hands.” Claire could barely look at Mark. She was still lost in her growing confusion. This was not the reserved boy who never fit in that she had known for so long. This was someone else, but yet still so familiar. She couldn’t fully reconcile what was happening at that very moment and she could not take his pointed gaze in her uncertainty.
“Okay Claire… I will untie you okay. But you have to do something for me first okay…” Mark made every attempt to let his passionate kisses and gentle caress lead his captured beauty to the decision that he was aching for her to make.
“… what do you want from me Mark…. I just want you to untie me… what do you want me to do?” This wasn’t about resignation, this was about getting out. Within reason, some false promise or trivial task would be a small price to pay to ensure that her hyper-ticklish ribs were no where near this maniac’s icy fingers.
“I want you to thank me, Sweetie. I want you to thank me for granting you mercy!” Mark’s words were like icicles in the back of Claire’s mind. THANK HIM? After her forced imprisonment and mindless tickle torture how in the world could she THANK HIM for the freedom that was rightfully hers?
Claire tried as best she could to bury her face completely in the comforter atop the soft mattress unable to face the stark reality that right now this was her only option. The remnants of Mark’s last stinging attack still tormented her quivering ribs; any attempt to move her arms forced her to strain against her silk bondage. Moving her body in the slightest reminded her that she was helplessly trapped under Mark’s imposing form. She knew that she was in no place to bargain, no place to demand, and certainly no place to refuse.
Mark loved watching Claire’s mind tear in two pieces over his diabolical proposal. A shred of freedom for a shred of her intolerable pride-fair trade! Every whimper, every moan of malcontent, every gyration as she prepared for this dreadful concession only drove Mark to even greater heights of lustful intoxication from his first real drink from the fountain of unmitigated dominance.
“Of course… If you don’t WANT my mercy Claire I am sure that I can find something to keep us both entertained while your hands are tied so tightly behind your back… Don’t you?” Claire could feel Mark’s hands shifting from her aching shoulders and flowing mane back to their poised positions on either side of her bound form preparing for the next attack. She couldn’t let that happen…
“Noooo, I mean, yes. Yes I want you to have mercy on me Mark…” Claire couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Not like this. Not now. Not here. Starring blankly into the lightly tear stained mattress she couldn’t believe that it had come to this, but she also knew that another second of the insidious torment was far too much for her to bear.
“Claire… look at me… LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU YOUNG LADY! I want you to SAY IT… SAY IT, or I will leave you here tied up until I feel like letting you out…” Mark couldn’t control himself. This knew rush of exhilaration from dominating his dearest love was an entity all unto itself. It was like a separate being growing inside of him, feeding off of poor Claire’s every startled reaction. Her deep sighs of panic only added to his ever increasing frenzy at her predicament…
Claire’s entire body was riddled with icy chills at the sheer sternness in Mark’s voice. He had never talked to her like this before. She had never seen this part of him. So confident, so demanding, so insistent, so… She was frozen as more waves of confused fear and trepidation began to tremor from the very tips of her slender toes wrapped in their leather casing to the very tips of her long flowing hair. Her breathing became more and more erratic with Mark’s every domineering word and the prospect of this one act of submission was a terrible weight on poor Claire’s conscience. The more that the sinister evening progressed, the more she was reminded of the long whispered confessions that she wrote to Mark so carelessly….
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It’s easy to imagine or even know deep down that someone will enjoy the sick little games that you have in store for them. It always makes the fantasies of their corrupt indulgence all the more intense when you have that inkling that somewhere deep down they will inevitably get off on even the darkest parts of you.
But there is nothing that prepares you for that first moment when you can feel them being sucked into the delicate web that you have sewn for them. You can feel their body going through shock after shock receiving little jolts of sinful pleasure from debaucheries they never imagined. You can hear their breathing become so labored from the sheer sweltering excitement of the blossoming moment. You can feel their entire being fighting desperately to exist in the controlled chaos of their first brush with unbridled lusts that they have been trying to hide for so long. Just seeing those hidden desires bubbling to the surface against that persons very will makes your veins pulse with a corrupt empowerment that is far too sweet to ignore. It makes you feel alive, maybe even for the very first time.
Claire finally turned to look at the immodest sadistic beast that held her captive. Finally seeing her take her eyes away from the mattress and address his gleaming evil face, Mark presented his cheek right in front of Claire’s pouting lips (the same cheek that she had burned with her searing lipstick just moments before.)
“I want a proper thank you young lady…” Mark could not hide the indulgent smile from creeping across his face. This was a moment beyond all comprehension. Finally having Claire bound and at his sinister mercy truly brought out the very worst in him.
He couldn’t be serious. This is the only thought cascading through Claire’s mind. Mark wanted her to kiss his cheek, ratifying her acceptance of his intrusion. This was like something from a nightmare. This was a fairy tale gone horribly wrong. She was just moments away from going to meet the man that she had dreamed about for so long and yet the road past this one turn became very unclear. How could she? COULD SHE? Did she even have a choice? Claire swallowed hard. She swallowed a piece of her pride to trickle down her now raspy throat in addition to her saliva. It was a small price to pay to move past this moment in time. The only thing that comforted her was the promise that in just a few hours she would be able to finally rest in her “Master’s” strong arms. She reached out with her sweet lips (leaving part of her throbbing heart behind) to purchase her respite from Mark’s ever growing cruelty.
“…*kiss* thank you… thank you for taking mercy on me Mark. Thank you for untying me.” Claire swore that Mark’s skin felt colder than the glistening tile that had been pressed so firmly against her bare back in the foyer. In all their years of friendship she had never felt this distant from him. She could barely contemplate returning to that form of companionship now. After this… everything would change. Everything had changed. After stepping so unexpectedly into the recesses of Claire’s forbidden fantasies any prospect of their continued friendship was lost forever.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, You’re welcome Claire. I just want to make you happy. You know that I just want to make you happy right?” Mark lightly patted Claire’s flowing hair and rubbed the palm of his hand across the bare expanse of her shoulders and the base of her neck soothing the horrendous tension that the last half hour had weighed on the innocent girl from next door. He could feel her releasing some of the emotional pressure that had undoubtedly been building to critical mass deep inside of her with gasping sighs and gentle whimpers of relief.
“Huuuuuu uuu Huuuuuuuuuu yes Mark… Yes. I know.” Claire couldn’t bear to open her eyes right now. She was just doing this to get out. She had to get out. She would do whatever it took for this horrible moment to end. A few patronizing lies was nothing compared to her freedom.
She felt Mark slide to the side of her on the bed. She felt her entire body stretch in approval as she was released from his massive body weight. She could stretch her legs, roll her shoulders, or slither her torso unabated and it felt wonderful in contrast to her previous confinement. Claire just allowed her body to regain it’s range of motion bringing her ankles to the her firm buns bending and stretching her legs as she felt Mark’s hands once again take hold of her wrists. She turned her head away from her captor and allowed the cool whispers of air to take away any worry as her moment of freedom was at hand. Feeling the first knot untied brought a subtle moan of pleasure past Claire’s lips. She dare not say anything. She would hate to anger him into another delirious frenzy of pitiless tickles. Claire didn’t think that she could handle that. She just let the cool air cascade across her warm skin as the tight silk was finally removed from her slender wrists.
Feeling her binds finally gone, Claire brought her arms circling around and stretching them in front of her. Her sweet tender deltoid muscles reveled in their first real movement since she had been bound and the subtle pleasure of her rhythmic stressing was terrifically calming. After so many long torturous minutes of forced exertion Claire felt more than a little winded. Even in the wake of her freedom, the comfort of the massive bed gave her pause to lie for a minute catching her breath. She tucked her hands under her head still turned away from her tormentor.
Each second that passed felt like a restful eternity, almost too restful. Claire’s eyes popped open with the horrid realization that she was drifting off in contentment with every stroke of Mark’s gentle hands through her long dark locks and caress of her bare back. She emitted a tiny gasp of shock that she had allowed her defenses to lapse even for a second allowing that fiend even a second to slip in. She could sense that Mark felt her crash back to reality as he rolled from her side to sit on the bed on the opposite side of her.
Claire pushed herself slowly off of the Mattress, slowly regaining her familiarity with moving over her own accord. She pried herself to a sitting position facing the massive window staring off into the twilight of the falling sun as manifestation of the end of her life’s great joy, her friendship with Mark. As hard as she had tried to fight it since she was just a little girl, the look in Mark’s eyes when she first surprised him in the living room told her that their friendship battered by Claire’s new revelations and the distance of the passing months would not survive this very nightfall. Claire knew what had to be done. The past few minutes had been confirmation enough.
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There was a long moment of silence. Both of them let what had just happened sink in. Mark had quietly dreamed for so long of Claire’s shrieking giggles filling his heart to the brim with unending joy. Even just a taste of her sweet sorrow would be worth an eternity of torment. Claire could not believe that Mark had forced her to endure a fantasy that she barely even said out loud. It was so private, so intimate; it made her feel so vulnerable. She felt slightly uneasy just being in the same room with him.
Claire felt Mark slide off of the bed and walk to the massive dresser against the bedroom wall-next to the massive doorframe that was only seconds away. She could sense him standing in front of the mirror, just staring. She knew that in the wake of all that had happened that this had to be a very intense experience for him. She almost felt sorry for all that he must be feeling… almost. But that would in no way subside her fuming anger that he had taken advantage of her in such a way. She never thought that Mark could be so bold, so heartless, so evil, so menacing, so careless, or so domineering. Claire looked over her shoulder allowing her rage to once again percolate in her hazel pools. She couldn’t believe that he made her kiss his cheek in approval. She couldn’t believe that she made her THANK him for such a personal violation.
Claire’s mounting fury was her driving force to composure. It was the best emotion right now to quiet her bout with the other gentle burnings that were beginning to consume parts of her body. Using both of her soft hands, she gently tamed all of her long black hair away from her face and took in a few steadying breaths before allowing her scintillating heels to adorn the carpet bedroom floor for the first time. Her legs actually had a faint soreness from her ticklish ordeal. It would be an interesting reminder of the afternoon ordeal. She glided lightly towards him. Even with her freedom finally in her hand she had to face him, she owed herself that. She could see that tightly wrapped around his right hand was Mark’s own souvenir of that special afternoon in the form of the tie that she had so impolitely ruined with her earnest struggles for release. She saw look up from the top of the dresser in the mirror at her as she stood sternly with her arms crossed.
“Mark… I can’t believe that you did that to me. I… You never… I never… How could….” Claire couldn’t find words to express the swirling emotions flaming behind her hazel eyes fueled by the growing rage over Mark’s new found audacity. “Don’t just stand there Mark. After that… after what you just did to me… you have to say SOMETHING…” More than anything Claire wanted answers. With every menacing caress she honestly thought that she deserved some.
“I don’t know what you are talking about Claire…” Claire was puzzled. Mark seemed possessed by an eerie calm that was altogether alien to her. How could he play coy at a time like this?
“Mark Eddie Sadler You know EXACTLY what I am talking about. How could you do something like that to me and then stand here and play DUMB?” Mark’s quizzical responses only served to enrage Claire further. Now was not the time for games.
“No Claire, I don’t I honestly don’t. What are you talking about? What’s this THING that I did to you?” Strangely, Mark stood tool, unbuttoned his sleeves, rolled them to his elbows, and unbuttoned the top two clasps of his heavily starched shirt making sure that not a single fiber was out of place. Claire could not make heads or tails of Mark’s behavior, but the cloud of sinister calm permeating around his very being began to feel more than a little disturbing. Claire felt a very real chill crawling up her spine as she watched Mark neatly fold his tattered tie and place it delicately in the drawer as if a prize fro a mythical battle. What was happening to him?
“DID TO ME? You pinned me to the ground, tied my hands behind my back, dragged me into your bedroom… Don’t tell me that you forgot what just happened all of two minutes ago Mark!” Claire’s hands pressed against her hips she demanded as best she could that Mark give an account for his absolutely fiendish actions.
“You forgot about the tickling Claire… How could you forget the best part? I tickled you didn’t I. I tickled you quite a lot as a matter of fact Claire. Don’t you remember?” Now Claire’s confusion was raging jut as much as her building anger. Was this some kind of sick game?
“Oh so now you remember… LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU MARK!” Claire couldn’t believe herself. She was yelling, yelling at the top of her lungs. She was always so reserved, so introverted, so controlled! What had those few moments of helplessness done to her psyche?
Mark turning to look at her with a mocking smile and his hands placed firmly in the pockets of his dress pants did nothing to quiet her rage or resolve her confusion. She hated the way he looked at her. It was as though there was nothing wrong. How could he be so calm…
“I’m Looking Claire… My god… you are so beautiful right now. Hehe I have seen you so many times before, but you look so beautiful right now…. Right this second. Hehe.” Mark had never felt this confident before in his life. At this moment he could do no wrong. He even saw a falter in Claire’s enraged expression at his pointed compliments. At this moment the entire universe and all that transpired in it happened under his express permission. Right now he was…
Claire could not believe his expression. He took this so casually. Was he not aware of what had just happened? Claire stepped right into the heart of the beast. She looked him right in the eye. She refused to wilt under the pressure of Mark’s growing iniquity. If nothing else, after all that had happened between them, she deserved an explanation. With the added height of her sexy stilettos Claire’s eyes were right in front of his and she would not back down an inch… would she?
“So what do you have to say for yourself, Mark? What do you have to say for what you just put me through, HUH? What do you have to say for what you just DID to me?” As intense as Claire’s expression became Mark’s entire body seemed to relax. It was like every word that she uttered had been preplanned in his mind. Who was he?
“Doing…” That was the only response that he offered. Certainly he couldn’t think that some cryptic one liner would absolve the events of moments past.
“This is not time for JOKES Mark. I’m serious. This isn’t some fucking joke this time. What made you do that? HUH? ” Claire’s frustration began to boil over. She could feel her own slim hands grasping her hips tightly as the pressure from the mounting unresolved tension became too much. Claire stared deeply into mark’s deep eyes and the only thing that she could find was calculating contempt.
“DOING…” Claire could see by his expression that he honestly thought that this one word had meaning. Claire had seen enough she just threw her hands up at her side in resignation.
“Whatever Mark. You do something like that to someone that you have been friends with for more than half you life and you can’t even give me a FUCKING answer. I’m tired of your Games Mark. I hope you have a nice night. I’m Leaving…” Even as she expressed her obvious concern Claire was startled that Mark’s expression never changed. She couldn’t believe it. At least in the midst of their little frolic she thought that he was finally being honest about the way that he felt. Maybe that was just an illusion? She just shook her head and stepped deliberately to the door…She was met sternly as Mark’s strong left hand reached out grabbing Claire’s right arm throwing her back in front of him.
“Get your Fucking hand off of me.” Claire’s anger reached all time highs as she was denied exit from the ticklish hell of Mark’s bedroom. She stumbled slightly in her high heels recoiling from his violent thrust. Claire just stared up at him in disbelief. He had never acted this way before.
“No… You’re not leaving. The reason that I didn’t answer you is because of bad word choice. Come on Claire. Now we’re both sales people, remember. What is that you always used to tell me? ‘We are the architects of words.’ You’re absolutely right. I just can’t sit here and let you use the wrong descriptor can I? *Whisper-That’s not what Friends do Claire-Whisper* HAHA…” Claire could not believe what she was hearing. He was laughing at her. He was teasing her about some obscure mistake in grammar and laughing away such a monumental transgression. Was this Mark? “You kept confusing me with words like DID and DO… For instance, you asked me about why I Did that to you. What you should have asked is ‘Why am I Doing this to you?’ See the difference?” Claire’s heart sank… he couldn’t mean... could he? “You asked me so nicely to untie you Claire. I just had to oblige. And then you kissed me… you kissed me so sweetly. I am a very merciful person Claire. I’m sure that you will find that out in great detail in Time… I just had to give you a nice long break before the real fun began…”
“…break…” Claire was terrified beyond all reason. All the hope and joy of her freedom began to slowly drain away at the revelation that Mark had more in store for her sensitive form.
“Yes Claire. A BREAK. I said that I would untie you and I did. I’m a man of my word. But you didn’t actually think I was going to let you GO did you Claire… awwwwww… That’s so cute!” That smile… that damned smile. Mark’s face began to contort into the same sinister portrait just after Claire struck him in the entrance way. Claire could feel every blood vessel in her entire body beset by her quickening pulse and the nervous feeling as drums of adrenaline were poured into her bloodstream. Mark’s third hand reached out grasping her entire body in the icy fingers of shear dread and her entire bode began to tremble in his wake. The ability to speak had gone from her. All that she could do was look at Mark in sheer amazement. Is this what he had become? Was he now just a…
“Do you even REALIZE how much fun this is for me Claire? Do you have any idea how sinful it was to feel you body, your perfect body, writhing against me in desperation. Your voice is so beautiful Claire. Do you know what it was like to dream on the melody of your girlish giggles and deep throaty laughter?” With every menacing question, Mark took another step towards his all but conquered prize. With his every ominous advance Claire’s body trembled just a little bit more at the prospect of further insidious torment. For some sick reason, she couldn’t tear herself away from Mark’s possessed eyes. There was so much fire, so much life, so much determination, so much confidence, so much dominance…. SHE HATED IT… but she couldn’t bear to look away. She raised her arms at her side in the classic defensive poster almost unconsciously, but she knew that it would do her no good.
“And the screaming… Oh My god Claire the Screaming!” Mark just closed his eyes still walking towards his backpedaling beauty relishing the searing memory of Claire’s beautiful hysterical screams in the midst of her ticklish agony. The shrill sound of panic, despair, and helplessness brought a tender grin to Mark’s demonic face just imagining the course after the delicious appetizer. “Did you really think that after tasting that… tasting you-that I would let someone else have all the fun? Come on Claire. You know me better than that don’t you, sweetheart. All these years… waiting, hoping, watching… patiently Claire. You think that I would let someone else take the wage for all the affection and encouragement that I have given to you so freely? To what do I owe your low opinion of me Claire? All those nights, thinking, dreaming, fantasizing about the glorious day that I could hear my cute little CONTROL FREAK SCREAMING BEGGING PLEADING FOR MY MERCY? Did you think I was just going to throw that all out the window for “Him”?
Before Claire knew it, she had retreated all the way to the foot of Mark’s imposing bed. She braced herself against the bed frame still unable to either speak or break her entranced gaze with the beast standing before her. She had never known Mark to be a person of great envy, but she feared that in his current state his jealous rage would truly devour her, all of her, to never return.
“It’s not over Claire. It hasn’t even begun. I am going to torture you Claire. I am going to torture you for hours. I am going to torture you until I finally tire of your desperate please for mercy, and your loud hysterical shrieking laughter. And if today is any indication, that is going to take a LONG… LONG… TIME CLAIRE. You’re little letters… this is what they did. I guess I was always like this. I just never knew it till now. I actually want to thank you Claire. I couldn’t imagine going back to the way it was. But don’t worry Claire. They were just the beginning. I am going to make you pay… just like I PAYED for each one. And then I am going to take my time… and SHOW YOU each and every twisted little idea that they inspired in this wicked little mind of mine Claire. So congratulations Claire… you’ve made yourself a Monster… I am going to make sure that you FULLY enjoy all the benefits… HAHAHA”
Claire could not believe her eyes. Mark had become the manifestation of her most horrible nightmares. His words hit home like ice, his stare was terrifying, his sinister laugh was haunting, and his nimble limbs were dreadfully intimidating. Mark looked on as his always blushing beauty trembled deliciously before him.
The most gratifying thing in the world is to finally see what your evil does to someone. It’s one thing to plot, and plan and try your best to craft this cascading series of reactions that you want to see in someone. But when you finally see it! When you finally see the fear, the anger, the hatred, the trepidation, the confusion, and the battle with their own desires while their body SHAKES with desperate excitement they can’t ignore… It makes you feel so… PROUD.
Claire was still frozen as Mark’s devious threats still lingered in the air. How could he do this to her? She tried again and again to open her mouth, to say something, but her eyes locked with Mark’s piercing gaze prevented any audible response. The shock of Mark’s transformation was more than anything that she could imagine…
“Awwwwwwwwwww… Come now Claire. At least you could do me the COURTESY of running… HAHAHA!” Mark playfully darted his hands in Claire’s direction just to see her jump in her heightened state of anxiety…. The sudden burst of fear brought Claire’s beautiful feet thankfully back to planet earth.
“You’re Carzy…” Claire shifted slightly to her right on the bed railing in a subtle attempt to gain leverage on the doorway… At this Mark just took one step directly back. It’s like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“No Claire… I’m not Crazy, I’m not. I’m just finally man enough to know that I’m not crazy for wanting to all these wonderful things to you. After a little time I’m sure that you’ll agree. It your naughty little e-mail were any indication anyway… HAHHA!” That was it… that was the last straw. She could be overpowered, she could be taunted, she could even be tortured, but there was no way that Claire was going to stand for being laughed at.
Claire sprinted as much as was humanly possible in her seductive heels towards the door. She lunged as hard as she could towards the door hoping against hope that she would reach the handle. As expected however, the only thing that she succeeded in reaching was Mark’s strong left arm.
“Come on Claire. You know that I’m not that easy…. I thought you played basketball? I thought they teach you how to drive? Come on Claire… show me what you got… hehehe!” Mark was lost in the world of his own lust. He had waited his entire life to be here, right here in this moment with the woman that he loved more than anything in the world. She had never looked more beautiful than she did right now. The reason for this new found radiance was the change in Mark’s keen perception. Now, he could no longer see the shy young girl who was not ready to experience her femininity with him. The only thing that he could see through his monstrous eyes was the strong, confident, sexy woman that wanted nothing more than to be trapped in his bedchamber all the days of her life. This was not a figment of his imagination. It was the real infant reality growing inside of Claire’s subconscious. As she regrouped from her last unfamiliar bout with defeat and prepared to mount her next charge Mark’s heart skipped a beat… The child was growing. All that he had to do was help it to the surface.
“Haha… That’s two years all STATE if you haven’t forgotten…!” Claire could do this. She might not be able to resist Mark’s strength, but she was at least going to touch that door knob. At least that one single victory would give her some sense of control in a world that at the moment seemed to be spinning out of her reach.
Claire darted far to the left and then back to the right hoping that Mark would lunge at her first move. The only difference between this attempt and the last was which of Mark’s strong arms she landed in. This time he wrapped his arm around her pinning her arms to her full chest. He couldn’t help but enjoy her earnest struggles against his chest while she strained desperately for freedom. So close, he was once again anointed with the fresh smell of her perfume and the gentle touch of her warm body through the delicious silky material writhing against him.
“And in Case you’ve forgotten, I’m not some 5’4” guard in a dress trying to get extra credit for gym class. Maybe you need a little reminder!” Mark brought his left hand to a crashing smack on Claire’s fetching behind playfully spanking her to fan the flames of her rage. He loved the feeling of her angry thrashing massaging his body with her soft gentle form.
“Oh… you piece of shittttttttttttt *huh* Fuck… *huh* I swear to god if you smack my ass one more time Mark *ahhh*” Claire could not stand the humiliation. To be held so tightly and spanked on her firm buns was so embarrassing for a grown woman of her stature. Who did Mark think he was?
“Well Claire… if you didn’t take such *FOUL* tone with me… then maybe this wouldn’t be *NECESSARY*! Hmmmmmm!” Mark couldn’t help but relish the firm contours of Claire’s desperately twitching derriere. He could have kept this up for hours, but he had much more PRESSING plans in mind (right now anyway!)
“You *huh* mphhhhhhhhhhhhhh *humm*” Claire bit her bottom lip in frustration. She was again at a disadvantage. She had no choice but to play his sick little game until she could plan her next move.
“Ah Ah… What was that?” Mark raised his hand playfully so that Claire could sense the impending swat. He didn’t want that cute little mind of hers wandering too far from the idea that he was the one in control here.
“Nothiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!” Claire’s answer was dripping with mockery and sass. This brought a corrupt deviant smile to Mark’s lips and a gentle stirring to his racing heart. She had such spirit, such fight, such determination. Her full submission would be his greatest victory. He would savor every moment of her sensual journey.
“Good… now go again. But please, try and put forth some effort this time. I take a lack of enthusiasm as an insult…” Mark released her pushing her slightly back to the foot of the bed and taking his position between her and the gateway to her freedom. “I didn’t realize that you had gotten so slow since you stopped playing organized ball. Really this isn’t fair…” Claire hates arrogance…
“Mark… I think we both know now that even though I grew up with four brothers, I don’t have much problem hitting a girl!” Claire waited patiently for her opening.
“Mmmmmmm, still feisty I see HAHA…. Don’t loose that okay, no matter how bad it gets. That’s my favorite part HAHAHA!” Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at Claire’s illogical defiance.
“Oh I WONNNNNNNN’T” Claire lunged once again aiming straight for Mark’s right shoulder. When he reached out with his right arm to grab her she spun to her right desperately reaching for the knob to the door. The world slowed. She knew that real escape was just a fantasy, but she hoped against hope that she could at least have the small satisfaction of reaching past Mark’s grasp if only for a second. She felt her body weight role off of his left side before he could grab her. When she regained her footing she could see the gleam of the brass handle with tightening tunnel vision. It was so close. She reached out as far as she could with her right arm. She was just inches away…
Claire felt Mark’s strong hands wrap around her full hips. Before she could even think about taking her prize in her hand, she felt herself being forcefully taken from the ground by her mid section. Before Claire could analyze what had happened, she felt herself being slammed hard into the door to Mark’s bedroom while he pressed his pelvis right against hers. She felt his knowing hands roaming freely from her backside down the exposed parts of her thigh to the backs of her now bending knees pulling her toned legs to either side of him. She could feel her full chest pressed against his and her nipples deliciously rubbing against the crisp material of his starched shirt. The feeling of his sweet lips again savagely attacking her poor defenseless bare neck was almost intoxicating.
“Ohhhhhh My God… huuuuuuuuu huuuuuuu!” Instead of her first real victory, this was another one of Claire’s subtle defeats. The war for her freedom had long since been conceded. The only battle that still held out even a slither of hope was her fervent self promise to deny Mark her willing indulgence. In the wake of Mark’s new animalistic masculinity that battle became harder and harder for Claire to wage.
No matter how much she tried to fight it, everything that was feminine inside of her came roaring to life softening her entire form to the beast that so strictly held her captive. Claire could only close her eyes and bite her lip trying desperately to fight her inherent desire to be ravaged, conquered, and even dominated. In addition to Mark’s brute strength, supple lips, knowing hands, and intimidating presence, Claire found herself also conflicted over her own lewd subconscious imagery of the one place on all of the earth that she secretly wanted Mark to deposit all of his pent up aggression. With every second that passed, Claire’s body began to betray her. The true fighter that she is she only doubled and redoubled her own conscious efforts to slip into the garden of pleasure that was being so forcefully prepared for her. She couldn’t give in. Not like this.
“Oh come on Claire… You’re not even trying… I know that you REALLY don’t want to go anywhere, but you could at least make it fun.” Mark used his teeth to lightly nibble and caress the nape of Claire’s neck causing her to wince as the sharp jolts of pleasure continued to take hold of her tattered form. Her breathing was already labored and Mark’s loving attention was doing nothing to steady it.
“Damn Heels… Ohhhhhhh uhhhhhhhh!” With her every gasp or moan of approval Claire could feel Mark’s intensity creep up a notch spurred on by her fervent reactions. As good as his hands felt caressing her bare legs, and as wonderful the sensation of his passionate kisses against her neck and shoulders she hated giving Mark the satisfaction of her unbridled reactions. They were hers. They were hers alone. Claire bit down on her lip in earnest. She promised herself that she would emit as little sound as possible. If she had to go through the utter frustration of such an unwelcome ordeal then she would certainly do nothing to aid her captor in his depraved satisfaction.
“Tisk Tisk Claire… Excuses excuses… HAHA. But don’t worry, Sweetheart. In just a few brief moments, you won’t have to worry about walking in those sexy little heels of yours the rest of the day!” Mark couldn’t contain his excitement at the very mention of Claire’s intoxicating heels, her sexy toes, soft heels, and perfect feet. He knew all too well that above all else, this was her greatest weakness and most intense source of erotic fear. Having her legs and ankles tightly bound for his cruel exploitation of her bound wriggling bare soles was the subject of many a late nigh fantasy. The prospect of final fulfillment gave the wonderfully cool air a sweet aroma to augment the pungent scent of Claire’s alluring perfume…
“Hmphhh You promise?” Claire still couldn’t bear to open her eyes, but she was rediscovering her sense of sarcastic humor.
“Oh of Course Claire… I promise!” Mark dug both of his hands into Claire’s exposed underarms causing her to cringe wonderfully into a defensive ball. Mark loved feeling her so close to him. He could see the olive skin of her face contort wonderfully with every jolt of ticklish despair and admire the stark contrast of the dress material to her tanned shoulders as his hands were trapped beneath them. There was just one thing missing.
“MHPMHPMHPHMHPMHHPMHPHMHMHPMHPMPM” Very low muffled ramblings were all that Mark could muster from his blushing beauty. He could see her gleam of forced ticklish mirth adorning her perfect lips, but he could not find the wonderful soundtrack of her hysterical girlish laughter.
Mark turned his attention to her sensitive sides, rubbing gently up and down first, then massaging, then skittering his fingertips up and down each side in rapid succession. This caused Claire to slither like a snake in his strong embrace and arch her back pressing her pelvis even more into Mark’s growing midsection. Mark could tell that the sensations were almost unbearable for her, but he was still denied his prize.
He tried her hips… no avail. He squeezed, pinched, massaged, and stroked. He manipulated each hollow, clawed at their sides, teasingly stroked the crease of her strong legs as they were spread around him. He could see her smile. He could see her squirm. But he could not HEAR her ardent disgust of the horrid sensations. Mark paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. What was happening? Whatever it was it spurred Claire to open her eyes looking directly into Mark’s starring pools.
“Huhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhh huhhhhhhh LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?” Claire was ecstatic. She couldn’t believe that she had held on. Mark’s sinister touch tickled like mad but she knew that she had to hold on. She didn’t know how long it would last: maybe a few minutes, maybe a few moments, or maybe even a few seconds. But right now, this moment, she was the tough strong woman that she always knew she was.
“So…. You’re still trying to play the little tough girl I see?” Claire’s every attempt at controlling a situation that was long since lost only made Mark’s heart ache more to finally have her as his prized possession. Claire’s every teasing word only served to feed the insidious beast growing deep inside Mark’s loins and inspire him to new heights of depravity.
“Mmmmmmm Always. That’s what I am. I’m the BITCH who isn’t going to let you have her laughter anymore.” Claire did not break eye contact with Mark for one second. She wanted to show him that her words could be just as icy as his. She had to prove that one point, if nothing else.
“Uhhh huuu, so you aren’t going to LET ME have your laughter anymore…HUH?” Mark’s hands both strayed cupping Claire’s firm buns and she could not help but gasp in approval. The way that Mark was continually distracting her was terribly unfair.
“Nope… not one bit. I’m not going to let you have it Mark… not one shred… not one peel!” Claire loved being in control. The feeling of regaining it inch by inch emboldened her at every step of the way… “It’s a shame though. I know that ‘HE’ would just take it. But I guess you’re not him huh?” Unfortunately in this world, Sometimes boldness comes with a steep price.
“Really… well we are just going to have to work on that then aren’t we? HAHAHA!” Mark was absolutely un-phased by Claire’s unconscionable insult. How could she mention “HIS’ name? Show could she say that in front of Mark. How could she say that now of all times? In a way it was cruel, but more than anything it was suicidal.
Claire let out another squeal of desperate surprised as Mark reached under her firm behind with his left arm and snared her reeling torso with is right plucking her from the bedroom door, carrying her for a few brief steps and slamming her face down on the bed for good measure. Her legs dangled off the edge and Mark pressed himself firmly against her bending her over nicely. With every passing second of being so casually manhandled, the blood in Claire’s firm body was being reallocated from her head to other places gently stirring to arousal.
Mark pinned Claire’s hands over her head yet again with his left arm and rested all of his body weight on Claire’s trembling form. She still couldn’t believe that she had said it, let alone contemplate the repercussions of her actions. She buried her ace in the comforter once again only to be further pestered by Mark’s incessant kissing. Why would he not allow her to hate him in peace? Didn’t she deserve at least that?
Claire despised the feeling of Mark’s firm hardness pressed so lewdly into her lightly tensing buns. She was utterly disgusted with herself for so shamefully rubbing her full bottom against it as much as she could swaying her midsection back and forth to further invite Mark’s transgression. Mark’s actions were bad enough, but having to fight her own body’s natural carnal reactions was dreadfully taxing.
Claire felt a single bare fingertip pressed delicately onto her right elbow and dragged lightly in a straight line back and forth against her tricep… Was he?
“Well Claire. I guess this means that I am going to have to spend some time re-learning how to coax out that beautiful laughter of yours then Huh? HAHAHA” Claire could not help but wonder what her big mouth had gotten herself into this time. “I wouldn’t want to miss anything… so I promise that I will take it really SLOW okay… HAHAHA”
