tdh19882012
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Rolling around the emperor bed in a frenzy, her mind was ablaze with panic. She whooped and screeched with gale after gale of forced hilarity as her forearms were pinned down snug beneath bare legs and merciless fingers delved into the hollows of her armpits. Her eyes squeezed tight as more hands, stronger than those assaulting her pits, grabbed onto her hipbones and exquisitely rolled their thumbs into the hellishly responsive tendons down there. It was agony. They just wouldn't stop, no matter how crazed her expressions nor how earnest her pleas became nor were they interested in the things she promised them in exchange for mercy. They wouldn't quit. And it was driving her utterly insane. With lust.
As surely as the double-teaming relentlessly and savagely drained the fight out of her it stoked a heat the likes of which she had never known. Every passing second of the fiends' supremely ticklish ravaging causing the temperature downstairs to soar. The key to the door had been slipped underneath the mattress moments before they launched their attack and her eyes had glared beneath a furrowed and sweating brow during particularly ferocious stints in their assault at her only possible hope of escape, the window. It was a cold day, the glass had fogged up entirely. How long had these devils been working her over?
Harrowing cries for rest went ignored as the manicured nails set about destroying her pits and the hands on her hips moved further south, she felt a weight shift further down her legs and a horrendous thigh tickling began. Her head shot up between the soft knees holding her arms so helplessly. Her teeth bared and her face a mask of demented mirth as her eyes pierced into the hands massaging the helpless flesh of her inner thighs. The hands ignored the desperate, sincere fear of those wet eyes and set about ruining the perspiring skin beneath them. It was a task they relished and she could sense that. With every pinch and prod of her electrically sensitive legs and each new caress of her slick underarms, she sensed it. Her abusers' desire to break her. To annihilate her.
The fingers so obsessed with her underarms abandoned their slippery station and immediately seized upon her swollen nipples. Those unutterably ticklish fingernails grazed and scraped with a touch so maddeningly light compared with the brutalising of her thighs it made her head spin. Gone were the cries for a break. She wanted more. Needed more. The pressure on her breasts was too gentle. She twisted and turned in their embrace as best she could, desperate to cause a delicate hand to slip and apply just a little more pressure to her needy breasts. Just one touch, one firm touch. Just one.
But the fingernails were wise to her. They followed every rise and roll of her chest with cruel precision. She was really sweating now, she stuck to the sheets as the weight on her legs sat almost on top of her feet and those horrific hands worked her knees and the fingernails, after so briefly and sadistically suggesting an end to her torment upon leaving her tits alone for a second, raked their way down her entire, drenched upper body. Every frazzled nerve from her pits, along the contours of her ribs and sides to the fleshy pockets aside each hip was introduced to these despairingly effective weapons of ticklish destruction.
Screaming for her life she pulled furiously at the weights settled atop her arms and ankles. Her feet thrashed around and her hands slapped and clawed at bare flesh. Her efforts were met with nothing but a giggle laced with lust and yet more unadulterated ticklish agony. Never in her life had she known such conflict. She would have given her sight for them to stop, to leave her alone, to never, ever see them again.
But at the same time she craved more. Some unidentifiable part of her, wholly absorbed with self-destructive fantasy, yearned for nothing more than to be punished unflinchingly and barbarously. That desire was at long last being satisfied, and then some. Amid the torturous paths traced by those insane fingernails and the massaging of her knees she managed to squeal out in a wretched, broken voice that she was going to pee if they didn't stop.
All attention to her came to a halt. She heaved for breath, shutting her eyes and relishing the feeling coursing through her veins. Her heart pounded in her chest and sweat trickled along the curves of her body while she trembled with the adrenalin. She took deep breaths and smiled, looking up at her assailants with heartfelt gratitude, not just for the break but for how unbelievably far they had pushed her, she had never felt more alive.
The manicured hands which so severely devastated her sanity mere moments ago now cupped her face, the thumbs stroking her softly, wiping away her tears. The weight on her ankles lifted and shuffled forward to a more comfortable spot around mid thigh level. She relaxed beneath their weight and thanked them repeatedly, the chaos embedded within her soul, for now, thoroughly exorcised.
But that weight, it didn't actually get off of her. The hands lovingly wiping her tears away, while gentle, held her firmly. She gazed into the eyes of the woman pinning her arms and her belly swam with confused fear. What was that look? She felt fingertips settle a few inches below her belly button and the hands at her head held tightly as she tried to look down there. She gulped, captivated by the beguiling smile and the lust-driven eyes staring down at her.
With eyes rolling back into her skull and a wild arching of her back she spluttered a squeal as the tickling began all over again. Every finger and thumb on those frightfully skilled hands delivering a first class, ruthlessly efficient tickling directly above her fit-to-burst bladder. She felt the gentle, stinging tingle mounting by the second as the pressure of those digits gradually stripped away what little dignity she had left.
With a defeated, sorrow-stricken wail her bladder emptied onto the bed in pained spurts. The tickling slowed just a little to allow it all to flow freely, the couple watched on, awestruck by both their accomplishment and just how much punishment this young lady could handle. The tickling kept her on edge, the odd titter and yelp here and there as the wrong,*or right, spot was struck, but with the gut-wrenching guffaws gone her lungs received a much needed rest.
She squeezed her eyes tight, pursing her lips as she wet herself in front of these two. It was so embarrassing. She was utterly mortified. Never had she actually peed in front of other people. Her feelings as those floodgates had burst open were, however, nothing compared to what happened next.
She heard a snap and something cold clung to her left ankle, then the same with her right. With her head still held firm in the grip of the older woman she had nothing with which to judge what was likely to happen next beside the look on her face. Her ankles were suddenly spreading. It chilled her. It thrilled her. Her ankles were hoisted into the air and attached to a hook hanging down a metre or so below the ceiling, directly above her hips. The backs of her thighs shone with a sticky sheen of sweat. It was lovingly licked away.
She loudly groaned her approval as that tongue travelled from the very top of her glowing thigh, along the smooth curvature of her leg to the sensitive hollow of her knee and she squealed as the experienced tongue flicked playfully and knowingly at her skin. She shrieked in surprise as fingertips caressed a path from the sides of her bare thighs up to her calves and further still to her ankles. It tickled like crazy. She wanted more. She lifted herself off the bed a little, desperate in her attempts to invite those fingers back somewhere further south as the heat down there promised to unhinge her mind.
Gasping she felt her nipples come to life between the cruel tease of the female fingers. Fingers that knew instinctively just how much pressure was necessary, where to touch and how often. Knew how to send the unfortunate owner of those nipples teetering to the very edge of a cliff, at the base of which roared an ocean of excruciating bliss.
The soles of her feet were licked while the nipple play teased her half to death. It was making her dizzy. Her head rolled between the soft legs of her tormentress and she sobbed with frustration, her trembling soles proving to be an utterly divine delicacy as their worship intensified. The same hands which so brutally tickled the hell out of her just moments ago now holding her feet still, securing her, cupping the tops of her feet as the entire mouth made love to them.
She grit her teeth and grunted, her libido soaring into uncharted territories while her nipples were deftly toyed with and her toes were sucked on one by one. Her eyes rolled around listlessly in her skull each time that long, loving lick began at her heel and traversed the entirety of her sole, flicking over the tips of her toes only to begin all over again. She found herself tugging at the restraints once more. It was too much. The tingling and pulsating between her thighs became harder and harder to stand with every pinch and every lick. She was beginning to sweat all over again. The atmosphere in the room was thick, rich with the scents of both her astonishing arousal and her perverse punishment.
She cried out in anguished shock when teeth descended on her arches, they nibbled carefully and firmly. She knew she was done for should they decide to really go to town on her shivering soles. It threatened to tickle like nothing she'd felt so far today and she grit her teeth in near intolerable anticipation. She couldn't handle this, she was desperate. For what, she wasn't entirely sure. But she needed to do something.
So, she screamed. And she screamed. And she screamed. Her hips bucked with wild need as teeth and tongue feasted on her cringing soles and the woman began to inch forward, hiking her short dress up around her hips and planting her own throbbing desire directly onto that squealing mouth.
She was drowning. Drowning beneath the heat and the beauty and the liquid lust of this woman. Her arms were pinned painfully tight beneath the woman's shins and now her hands could flap a little more freely, she grabbed onto the feet of the woman riding her face and sunk her nails into the meaty soles. The woman squealed in surprise nearly leaping out of her skin. The face she rode broke into a beaming smile. The young lady beneath her was bewitched, intoxicated, completely in love with everything in her world right now. She lapped hungrily at the insatiable pussy while the man at her feet continued to gorge himself on them.
As the worship became ever more hellishly erotic, her own unquenched desires were rapidly spiralling out of control. The moaning of the beauty riding her face rose and rose into a crescendo of bloodcurdling screams and a deluge of satisfaction soaked the eager face pinned beneath her. She panted and looked into the eyes of her husband, gyrating her hips slowly as the dominated woman obediently licked her clean. She grinned at him and nodded, he smiled back.
The room erupted with the muffled, euphoric yet tormented wailing of a woman possessed. She felt her lips part and the man slid effortlessly inside of her. It was hot, it throbbed and it filled her entirely. It stretched her out as it pounded back and forth, his hands grabbing her hips hoisting her lower back off of the bed slightly as she squealed her gratitude into the sopping wet pussy astride her face.
A thumb on her clit sent shockwaves screaming through every fibre of her being. She contracted around his length and she bucked around what little she was able, the chains suspending her jangling loudly as she thrashed and her voice breaking as the thirst which had driven her slowly mad from the moment this couple had wrestled her down onto their bed was finally being satisfied. Mercilessly.
On and on it went, she submitted entirely and hung in her bondage as the couple systematically demolished her. The pounding between her hips and the swiping of those devilish fingernails on her nipples causing her to sob with abject appreciation.
She hadn't even noticed the woman shift back into her original position until those nails descended once more into her pits. Her eyes sprang open in bewilderment and her mouth locked into an O shape, a guttural roar ascending from somewhere deep and primal within as the tickling of her underarms was synchronised with the exact same sensation in her terrifyingly sensitive feet.
This was it, this was what she so desperately craved. The merciless fucking increased in speed as savage fingernails raped some of the most sensitive nerve endings in her entire body. She began to squirt uncontrollably, the sounds tearing through her throat barely identifiable as human. Her voice finally failed her, broken by it's efforts over the past hour. Silently and breathlessly, just as she felt the powerful spasm of the man inside her and teeth began to chew on the ball of her foot... She fainted.
She awoke a while later, unbound and with the couple sitting by her on the ruined bedspread. She sat with them in silence, leaning on the man's shoulder and wiping tears from her eyes as the woman stroked her back. On unsteady legs she was helped into the bathroom.
She was in there for a long time, the couple exchanged concerned looks and as the man rose to knock on the door, it opened. She emerged, clean and exhausted. Smiling.
She hugged them and thanked them as sincerely as she was able in her burnt-out state. They showed her to the door. Looking into a mirror and fixing her hair, she slipped on her shoes and gathered her belongings, leaving an envelope of cash on the table by the door and waved goodbye to them. They smiled back before shutting the door after her.
Outside, the evening air was crisp on her skin and the sun was beginning to set. She took a deep breath and reflected on her time with the couple. They were perfect. Exactly what she had needed. It was a true comfort to know she had them to turn to when things were becoming too much.
As she walked towards her car she caught a lace flapping in the corner of her eye. She bent down to retie them, nice and snug. She opened the door and sat inside her car, holding her vape while looking back to the couple's house. She shivered in the chilly air.
Peering down to her old Converse, she wondered.*A new pair? Or another appointment?
She looked up at the foggy window, emerald eyes glinting.
And she smiled.
***
Rolling around the emperor bed in a frenzy, her mind was ablaze with panic. She whooped and screeched with gale after gale of forced hilarity as her forearms were pinned down snug beneath bare legs and merciless fingers delved into the hollows of her armpits. Her eyes squeezed tight as more hands, stronger than those assaulting her pits, grabbed onto her hipbones and exquisitely rolled their thumbs into the hellishly responsive tendons down there. It was agony. They just wouldn't stop, no matter how crazed her expressions nor how earnest her pleas became nor were they interested in the things she promised them in exchange for mercy. They wouldn't quit. And it was driving her utterly insane. With lust.
As surely as the double-teaming relentlessly and savagely drained the fight out of her it stoked a heat the likes of which she had never known. Every passing second of the fiends' supremely ticklish ravaging causing the temperature downstairs to soar. The key to the door had been slipped underneath the mattress moments before they launched their attack and her eyes had glared beneath a furrowed and sweating brow during particularly ferocious stints in their assault at her only possible hope of escape, the window. It was a cold day, the glass had fogged up entirely. How long had these devils been working her over?
Harrowing cries for rest went ignored as the manicured nails set about destroying her pits and the hands on her hips moved further south, she felt a weight shift further down her legs and a horrendous thigh tickling began. Her head shot up between the soft knees holding her arms so helplessly. Her teeth bared and her face a mask of demented mirth as her eyes pierced into the hands massaging the helpless flesh of her inner thighs. The hands ignored the desperate, sincere fear of those wet eyes and set about ruining the perspiring skin beneath them. It was a task they relished and she could sense that. With every pinch and prod of her electrically sensitive legs and each new caress of her slick underarms, she sensed it. Her abusers' desire to break her. To annihilate her.
The fingers so obsessed with her underarms abandoned their slippery station and immediately seized upon her swollen nipples. Those unutterably ticklish fingernails grazed and scraped with a touch so maddeningly light compared with the brutalising of her thighs it made her head spin. Gone were the cries for a break. She wanted more. Needed more. The pressure on her breasts was too gentle. She twisted and turned in their embrace as best she could, desperate to cause a delicate hand to slip and apply just a little more pressure to her needy breasts. Just one touch, one firm touch. Just one.
But the fingernails were wise to her. They followed every rise and roll of her chest with cruel precision. She was really sweating now, she stuck to the sheets as the weight on her legs sat almost on top of her feet and those horrific hands worked her knees and the fingernails, after so briefly and sadistically suggesting an end to her torment upon leaving her tits alone for a second, raked their way down her entire, drenched upper body. Every frazzled nerve from her pits, along the contours of her ribs and sides to the fleshy pockets aside each hip was introduced to these despairingly effective weapons of ticklish destruction.
Screaming for her life she pulled furiously at the weights settled atop her arms and ankles. Her feet thrashed around and her hands slapped and clawed at bare flesh. Her efforts were met with nothing but a giggle laced with lust and yet more unadulterated ticklish agony. Never in her life had she known such conflict. She would have given her sight for them to stop, to leave her alone, to never, ever see them again.
But at the same time she craved more. Some unidentifiable part of her, wholly absorbed with self-destructive fantasy, yearned for nothing more than to be punished unflinchingly and barbarously. That desire was at long last being satisfied, and then some. Amid the torturous paths traced by those insane fingernails and the massaging of her knees she managed to squeal out in a wretched, broken voice that she was going to pee if they didn't stop.
All attention to her came to a halt. She heaved for breath, shutting her eyes and relishing the feeling coursing through her veins. Her heart pounded in her chest and sweat trickled along the curves of her body while she trembled with the adrenalin. She took deep breaths and smiled, looking up at her assailants with heartfelt gratitude, not just for the break but for how unbelievably far they had pushed her, she had never felt more alive.
The manicured hands which so severely devastated her sanity mere moments ago now cupped her face, the thumbs stroking her softly, wiping away her tears. The weight on her ankles lifted and shuffled forward to a more comfortable spot around mid thigh level. She relaxed beneath their weight and thanked them repeatedly, the chaos embedded within her soul, for now, thoroughly exorcised.
But that weight, it didn't actually get off of her. The hands lovingly wiping her tears away, while gentle, held her firmly. She gazed into the eyes of the woman pinning her arms and her belly swam with confused fear. What was that look? She felt fingertips settle a few inches below her belly button and the hands at her head held tightly as she tried to look down there. She gulped, captivated by the beguiling smile and the lust-driven eyes staring down at her.
With eyes rolling back into her skull and a wild arching of her back she spluttered a squeal as the tickling began all over again. Every finger and thumb on those frightfully skilled hands delivering a first class, ruthlessly efficient tickling directly above her fit-to-burst bladder. She felt the gentle, stinging tingle mounting by the second as the pressure of those digits gradually stripped away what little dignity she had left.
With a defeated, sorrow-stricken wail her bladder emptied onto the bed in pained spurts. The tickling slowed just a little to allow it all to flow freely, the couple watched on, awestruck by both their accomplishment and just how much punishment this young lady could handle. The tickling kept her on edge, the odd titter and yelp here and there as the wrong,*or right, spot was struck, but with the gut-wrenching guffaws gone her lungs received a much needed rest.
She squeezed her eyes tight, pursing her lips as she wet herself in front of these two. It was so embarrassing. She was utterly mortified. Never had she actually peed in front of other people. Her feelings as those floodgates had burst open were, however, nothing compared to what happened next.
She heard a snap and something cold clung to her left ankle, then the same with her right. With her head still held firm in the grip of the older woman she had nothing with which to judge what was likely to happen next beside the look on her face. Her ankles were suddenly spreading. It chilled her. It thrilled her. Her ankles were hoisted into the air and attached to a hook hanging down a metre or so below the ceiling, directly above her hips. The backs of her thighs shone with a sticky sheen of sweat. It was lovingly licked away.
She loudly groaned her approval as that tongue travelled from the very top of her glowing thigh, along the smooth curvature of her leg to the sensitive hollow of her knee and she squealed as the experienced tongue flicked playfully and knowingly at her skin. She shrieked in surprise as fingertips caressed a path from the sides of her bare thighs up to her calves and further still to her ankles. It tickled like crazy. She wanted more. She lifted herself off the bed a little, desperate in her attempts to invite those fingers back somewhere further south as the heat down there promised to unhinge her mind.
Gasping she felt her nipples come to life between the cruel tease of the female fingers. Fingers that knew instinctively just how much pressure was necessary, where to touch and how often. Knew how to send the unfortunate owner of those nipples teetering to the very edge of a cliff, at the base of which roared an ocean of excruciating bliss.
The soles of her feet were licked while the nipple play teased her half to death. It was making her dizzy. Her head rolled between the soft legs of her tormentress and she sobbed with frustration, her trembling soles proving to be an utterly divine delicacy as their worship intensified. The same hands which so brutally tickled the hell out of her just moments ago now holding her feet still, securing her, cupping the tops of her feet as the entire mouth made love to them.
She grit her teeth and grunted, her libido soaring into uncharted territories while her nipples were deftly toyed with and her toes were sucked on one by one. Her eyes rolled around listlessly in her skull each time that long, loving lick began at her heel and traversed the entirety of her sole, flicking over the tips of her toes only to begin all over again. She found herself tugging at the restraints once more. It was too much. The tingling and pulsating between her thighs became harder and harder to stand with every pinch and every lick. She was beginning to sweat all over again. The atmosphere in the room was thick, rich with the scents of both her astonishing arousal and her perverse punishment.
She cried out in anguished shock when teeth descended on her arches, they nibbled carefully and firmly. She knew she was done for should they decide to really go to town on her shivering soles. It threatened to tickle like nothing she'd felt so far today and she grit her teeth in near intolerable anticipation. She couldn't handle this, she was desperate. For what, she wasn't entirely sure. But she needed to do something.
So, she screamed. And she screamed. And she screamed. Her hips bucked with wild need as teeth and tongue feasted on her cringing soles and the woman began to inch forward, hiking her short dress up around her hips and planting her own throbbing desire directly onto that squealing mouth.
She was drowning. Drowning beneath the heat and the beauty and the liquid lust of this woman. Her arms were pinned painfully tight beneath the woman's shins and now her hands could flap a little more freely, she grabbed onto the feet of the woman riding her face and sunk her nails into the meaty soles. The woman squealed in surprise nearly leaping out of her skin. The face she rode broke into a beaming smile. The young lady beneath her was bewitched, intoxicated, completely in love with everything in her world right now. She lapped hungrily at the insatiable pussy while the man at her feet continued to gorge himself on them.
As the worship became ever more hellishly erotic, her own unquenched desires were rapidly spiralling out of control. The moaning of the beauty riding her face rose and rose into a crescendo of bloodcurdling screams and a deluge of satisfaction soaked the eager face pinned beneath her. She panted and looked into the eyes of her husband, gyrating her hips slowly as the dominated woman obediently licked her clean. She grinned at him and nodded, he smiled back.
The room erupted with the muffled, euphoric yet tormented wailing of a woman possessed. She felt her lips part and the man slid effortlessly inside of her. It was hot, it throbbed and it filled her entirely. It stretched her out as it pounded back and forth, his hands grabbing her hips hoisting her lower back off of the bed slightly as she squealed her gratitude into the sopping wet pussy astride her face.
A thumb on her clit sent shockwaves screaming through every fibre of her being. She contracted around his length and she bucked around what little she was able, the chains suspending her jangling loudly as she thrashed and her voice breaking as the thirst which had driven her slowly mad from the moment this couple had wrestled her down onto their bed was finally being satisfied. Mercilessly.
On and on it went, she submitted entirely and hung in her bondage as the couple systematically demolished her. The pounding between her hips and the swiping of those devilish fingernails on her nipples causing her to sob with abject appreciation.
She hadn't even noticed the woman shift back into her original position until those nails descended once more into her pits. Her eyes sprang open in bewilderment and her mouth locked into an O shape, a guttural roar ascending from somewhere deep and primal within as the tickling of her underarms was synchronised with the exact same sensation in her terrifyingly sensitive feet.
This was it, this was what she so desperately craved. The merciless fucking increased in speed as savage fingernails raped some of the most sensitive nerve endings in her entire body. She began to squirt uncontrollably, the sounds tearing through her throat barely identifiable as human. Her voice finally failed her, broken by it's efforts over the past hour. Silently and breathlessly, just as she felt the powerful spasm of the man inside her and teeth began to chew on the ball of her foot... She fainted.
She awoke a while later, unbound and with the couple sitting by her on the ruined bedspread. She sat with them in silence, leaning on the man's shoulder and wiping tears from her eyes as the woman stroked her back. On unsteady legs she was helped into the bathroom.
She was in there for a long time, the couple exchanged concerned looks and as the man rose to knock on the door, it opened. She emerged, clean and exhausted. Smiling.
She hugged them and thanked them as sincerely as she was able in her burnt-out state. They showed her to the door. Looking into a mirror and fixing her hair, she slipped on her shoes and gathered her belongings, leaving an envelope of cash on the table by the door and waved goodbye to them. They smiled back before shutting the door after her.
Outside, the evening air was crisp on her skin and the sun was beginning to set. She took a deep breath and reflected on her time with the couple. They were perfect. Exactly what she had needed. It was a true comfort to know she had them to turn to when things were becoming too much.
As she walked towards her car she caught a lace flapping in the corner of her eye. She bent down to retie them, nice and snug. She opened the door and sat inside her car, holding her vape while looking back to the couple's house. She shivered in the chilly air.
Peering down to her old Converse, she wondered.*A new pair? Or another appointment?
She looked up at the foggy window, emerald eyes glinting.
And she smiled.
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