johndthe2nd
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Hi all, just a story i have been working very on and off for the longest time, this has long been an idea but never really got round to finishing, but recently found some motivation to work on it and get it finished
Please feel free to comment, all feedback welcome, I will say now that i still have a habit of long sentences and sometimes the fiction and ideas are a bit crude but hey I thought it was worth posting, i did start to lose interest a little towards the end.
story certaintly has the concept of the matrix in there a little bit, with a variation, wasnt intentionally but think it works well
this is a long story just to warn people, bit of a mini novel, thats my style, cant help it, so if you more use to a cut to chase story this may bore you to death! lol 🙂
on a serious note, some feedback good or bad would be great, thanks for reading!
An Unusual Punishment
As Megan stood in the space district court, her wrists tightly restrained behind her and accompanied by two strong bodies either side, she just listened uninterested as the judge spoke out the crimes of which she had been rightly been accused.
As she listened to the various counts of theft, fraud, dishonourable behaviour to pervert justice and even mild counts of assault she reflected on the years of her life so far.
She had grown up as a smart, well educated and promising young individual who had all the right foundations to start a bright career of her choosing. However life was not all it was made out to be for Megan, the regimental upbringing her parents had forced upon her had taken a great toll on her as a person.
The result was that she had become a very volatile and unforgiving character, one who was not accepting of those less fortunate than herself or of any situation that was not to her great advantage.
These feelings had continued to grow and grow every day as a young adult with the people who surrounded her at work and in all aspects of her normal life becoming less and less bearable. Inevitably the contrast of her unsatisfying daily life against her own perceived and expectant idea of living had given birth to dark, corrupt and discreditable feelings.
The final straw for Megan was the realisation that even with her outstanding education the dire state of the quadrant economy provided little opportunity for a wealthy and plentiful living, one that she was so expectant of from her dedicated and sacrificial childhood.
With this depressing realisation, her increasing dissatisfaction of a normal life and the fatal attraction to a darker and dishonourable lifestyle, it was unsurprising that her life would soon change forever. Determined not to live a sub standard life that would surely destroy all of her perhaps delusional dreams of extortionate wealth and pampering Megan finally made a drastic decision.
It happened following a particularly tiresome and gruelling day at work having encountered a number of intolerable problems, not to mention intolerable people and the miserable infrastructure that constantly surrounded her. With all of that in one day it would seem that her own influence was complete, no longer could she bear to live another moment in this fruitless but supposedly righteous way of life.
Venting her highest frustrations in a life changing moment of despair and anguish something clicked in her mind and she suddenly decided she would abandon this world and use her great talents to instead cheat, deceive and thieve her way to success.
This new life for Megan had been difficult at first having abruptly left home, her family, and the few loose friends she had acquired, however the new low and soul less life of crime had really charmed Megan over time.
She had discovered with money seemingly never ending she was able have everything she had ever desired and more. She never went without owning all the latest gadgets and technology, jewellery and fashion accessories. But it didn’t end with just aesthetically pleasing items, physically she wanted to feel just as special as the riches she wore and owned therefore making sure she regularly indulged in the finest and most luxurious treatments.
Her treacherous lifestyle had empowered her with the sense of near invincibility as she had become the clever, cunning, sexy brunette ghost that no one could catch or track down. She was incredibly gifted at what she did, elegant and graceful but she was not perfect, the source of her unexpected downfall being nothing more than her own selfish greed.
Now facing her fairly conclusive court case she returned to reality just in time to hear the remainder of the individually listed convictions, which had been read out purposely for impact to shock and to shame.
She hung her head disappointed, however not in regret but as she wondered how she had allowed herself to get overconfident, sloppy and inevitably caught. How had she allowed such insignificant and un paralled persons to get the better of her she thought, had it shown it would have been obvious that she was far from sorry, and only sorry she had been caught.
More importantly Megan now had to listen and accept what her sentence would be for the never ending list she had accumulated, she was a little apprehensive in anticipation but never really worried. As she was a woman and her crimes were deemed of an inexcusable however reversible nature, her actual punishment was expected to be relatively mild regardless of the actual term she would spend.
With this in mind Megan was flush with a quiet confidence as she knew the serving would be easy, boring, but easy. She would play them with her convincing false pretences as she had always done so well in all her years of deceit. When the time was right she would tell them exactly what they wanted to hear and would be out early in a couple years with good behaviour, no sweat she thought.
With her self-assurance flying high she was unshaken during the initial sentencing in which she was apparently to spend 5 years serving her term. As the sentencing continued with its boring detail Megan was mostly inattentive at least until the details of her proposed punishment was finally called out.
The punishment much to Megan’s horror spoke of an undisclosed virtual stimulation program of which was still very much in its infancy and experimental stage. However despite this infancy it was a program that had already proved to yield some very interesting and pleasing results. The details of this program were quickly followed with the courts strong reasoning and justifications as the process was also highlighted to have had a patchy history, with several queries and cases of unethical breaches of human rights.
Megan could barely believe her ears, so confident had she been about the relatively light hearted nature of her expected punishment that she failed to hide her clearly mortified and clueless expression as they spoke of this radical new program. They spoke of her detailed files with a strong concern with her history as a con artist and professional scammer, mitigating their choice for overlooking the standard punishment system.
It was heartbreaking for Megan, as she watched her excusers produce an undeniably surgical execution of their case, both hard evidence and psychological understanding that saw their proposed punishment written in stone. She couldn't work out what bothered her more, the fact that they had been so thorough and determined or the horrible fact that she was due to face a punishment that she had no knowledge or understanding of.
As she was quickly prepared for departure to her new security governed residence and a life that would no longer be her own, she thought only of this new punishment wondering how she could possibly prepare for the unknown.
The next few hours seem to pass only as a blur to Megan, her warp speed arrival and check in process saw her located in her lifeless and claustrophobic cell ahead of schedule. By the time she had arrived in her cell dinner which mostly consisted of basic and undesirable food quickly followed, with the tiring effects of being on her feet all day and the mental drain of her court case showing soon after.
With her first day over seemly fast and having enjoyed a much needed nights rest she was then rudely awakened the following morning by security. Following the unexpected wakeup call she was quickly prompted to show cooperation as she was escorted out of her cell.
Following a drunken but brisk frog march down the corridor she was suddenly and most eagerly plunged into a small room where she was abruptly and forcefully restrained to a recliner type chair. The unnecessary force used suggested that the guards were expecting unusual resistance despite their being none, however forgetting that unlike her inmates this was her first visit and therefore not aware of her short term future.
Regardless security rarely took chances and as a result the experience was highly uneasing for Megan who was now alive and kicking however only in a late panic which was unsurprisingly short lived by what was now complete immobility.
The developing situation caused a desperate urge for her brain to wake up and to be concerned with what was actually happening. She took in as much detail as she could, immediately realising the room was clearly a technological showcase with endless computers and monitoring devices. But she was more than distracted as she herself was quickly being equipped with every kind of heartbeat, blood pressure, and critical life sensor.
Finally she was approached with what only she could describe as a computerised mask with endless connections and cables that she soon discovered occupied the top half of her face. As the mask was indeed placed over her eyes and nose she was plunged in darkness with only the sense of the device being firmly fitted around her head. A small pin prick in her arm made her jump and gasp but soon the strong affects encouraging her to welcome a deep sleep.
The pin prick was the last thing she remembered, she was suddenly thrown into limbo as if she was floating in space, she was no longer restrained or tied, she was free to move about but there was nothing, nothing but complete emptiness. So real was the experience she wasn’t even sure if she really had been tied to the chair or whether it was all just a dream, but if she was dreaming, where was she?
With Megan firmly secured to the chair and her sense of reality successfully uploaded the virtual stimulator she was now fully engaged and ready to experience what would be her punishment program for at least the next few years. What Megan was about to discover was the undisclosed virtual stimulation program was a radical breakthrough in which a dream world could be generated the in minds of a person connected.
Once connected any situation could be uploaded for the person to experience, an experience in which the person would have no sense of the actual world and instead perceive the generated one with full functionality of all sense’s, a person’s real life attributes and characteristics.
Unfortunately for Megan the great advantage of using such a machine on criminals and offenders was that the dream world opens up possibilities of a sadistic nature. Possibilities in which a person may be subjected to unfortunate and humiliating situations that would live with them as if a real memory in their life. With a tool so powerful and open to a world of creativity and endless scenarios it would be understandable to see how it had been so effective even upon some of the most difficult subjects.
Dream World Situation 1
Having wondered just a few steps within in her new empty world she was suddenly confronted with a frightening and breath taking real situation that had come to life in front of her as if an a seamless transition .
No longer was she in the void but now at the centre of attention in a torch lit, crudely rock built room, full of life’s luxuries, fruit, meat and golden chalices of what she assumed was a prehistoric banquet meal. A well dressed and jewellery burdened King sat slouched in his throne facing her with a cheery smile of approval. The remainder of the room was spread with an ample audience of which were unable to show their excitement with the same subtle discretion as their king with whistles and cheers contributing to an unnerving atmosphere.
With the shock of the new world that had literally unfolded before her eyes she was now even more horror-struck to find that she was barely able to move a muscle…… and for good reason. Much to her dismay she had been restrained to a sturdy wooden device raised off the floor that had her tied with a professionalism that saw her adopting a rather flattering but horribly vulnerable position.
The position that held her so tightly and yet so comfortably had her in vertical stance that had her arms tautly pulled up and behind her head. The position of her arms wonderfully exposing the soft hollows and sensitive sides not to mention letting her perfectly rounded and supple breasts hang freely.
To complete her bondage and her current state of humility she was slightly uncomfortably sat in the splits position, one leg forward and the other behind her, a natural flexibility that Megan had always been gifted with. To ensure that she stayed in this wonderful position several thickly padded restraints grasped below the knee and more thickly and restrictive at the ankles.
Finally she noticed that had been spared very few of her clothes, clothes of which she did not recognise and instead clothes that she would have placed with a seductive and submissive dancer for the kings entertainment. Her top half had been taken completely leaving her half naked with her pale soft skin and impressive breasts on full display for all to see and admire. The remainder of a skimpy outfit showed a slender and very revealing and see through garment which clearly showed her curvy thighs and legs. The only other item that spared her of complete nakedness was a very colourful, comfortable and well fitting pair of cushioned slippers.
With the new sense of immobility and the overwhelming scene in front of her the normally confident and smug Megan was racked with fear and uncertainty as she had no idea how she had suddenly arrived in this strange new world.
To unease her senses further she was now approached by several of the most compliant slave women who having first shown their King a saucy application of affection had been instructed to proceed with a casual nod. They brought with them items of clear gut wrenching consequences for Megan as she watched their devilishly long nailed fingertips hold items such as feathers, brushes, quills and other dreadfully teasing items.
The sight of all of these gentle but potentially torturous items including the women’s wicked looking nails sent a cold shiver down her spine and made the skin from her head to the tips of her toes tremble in sheer terror and dread. She could do nothing but watch as the 2 women placed their exquisitely detailed and undeniably high quality items on a side table near the shaking but unyielding device.
Without a moment’s notice and to Megan’s complete horror the two women sat beside her one at each side and started to lightly apply their long nails and soft finger tips on the soft supple skin of her torso in a teasing slow caress. The first touch made her yelp and gasp in pure reaction, squirming and twisting as much as the bondage would allow as the skilful nails explored with great interest.
The sensations she was feeling were not those she much had much experience of during her near perfect upbringing and her selfish life as a criminal. However the sensations were clearly overwhelming, ones that she was struggling to resist, the urge to buck, giggle and laugh her head off quickly bubbling up as she realised they were starting to control her, and realising as she feared that they were intentionally trying,….trying to tickle her!
Rarely had she ever been tickled in her life so far, any attempts by friends or temporary boyfriends had been met with a vicious response that saw the corresponding victim feeling very sore or sorry. The whole sensation for Megan was only seen as a silly weakness that she would normally avoid exploitation at all costs.
Now with her current circumstances starting to bring this silly and most dreaded weakness to life Megan was feeling as if someone had looked deep into her worst nightmares and insecurities and picked the worst one of them all. All of which combined now had her in a predicament that would not only surely embarrass and humiliate her but also physically torment and test her will as for the first time ever she would have no choice but to let this dreaded torment continue, and continue it did.
Despite Megan’s best efforts she clearly had shown her tormentors as well as her captured audience that she was undeniably sensitive even at this early and playful stage. With the eternity of torment that had seemly passed in what were only a few moments for Megan she was already unable to stop a few titters and sexy squirms despite her desperate effort to slam her mouth shut.
But her cute and undeniable reactions only seemed to motivate her tormentors further to search and explore with their patient and loving caresses, teases and tickles. Their wonderfully soft and supple fingertips were a perfect match for her equally if not more so pampered skin as the devilish combination made her even more vulnerable to this delicate torture.
Sure enough as the intensity continued to grow and as her composure continued to crumble it was only a matter of minutes before she reluctantly became a ticklish mess with giggles, squirms and barks of laughter. Finally the concentration and resistance that she had so valiantly clung onto had disappeared, the predictable build up leading to a most entertaining reaction that saw a cute explosion of laughter and clear undeniable torment.
Not only did the outburst of laughter amuse her audience greatly she had also let go of any further will power to resist the horrible teasing and dreadfully ticklish touches that now occupied her mind entirely. Allowing the ticklish suffering to have grown and grown until breaking point would surely be her biggest regret could she have spared the brain power to think it, she instead was slipping down a path of no return as every scratch, caress and stroke was even more surprising and devastating than the last.
Having now been tickled until she was pink in the face, her laughter having become more and more cutely submissive and with a clear sign of exhaustion the tickling finally slowed and then stopped. The cease of ticking was more than a relief to Megan who for the moment was still catching her breath now taking in the sound of cheers and applause, a sign she had assumed in her weary state that she had succeeded in being their entertainment.
Truth is, Megan didn’t care too much at this point the tickling had been such a shock to the system, her whole body had come to life as if every nerve ending had suddenly been switched on. The torturous ordeal clearly had electrifying results, results that she as a stubborn, stuck up and pampered princess had always been so scared of and now she was understanding why, the truly unbearable sensations threatening her sanity and humiliating her tough girl image.
Most unfortunately for Megan the worst was still to come, unknowingly the great cheers and whistles from the crowd were not only for the great show so far, but for also the great show still to come. Megan had at this point slumped in her head in both embarrassment and exhaustion however her head snapped back up as she felt a soft grip grasp the heel of one of her slippers.
With Megan’s face full of horror she simply stared in disbelief as she too was now aware of the greater torment still to come. Before she could fixate on the moment any further she was distracted by another soft grip on her other slipper at the opposite end of the device. Megan again delivering an equally horrified and distraught look that pleaded unsuspecting mercy of which she was not shown.
Again the moment was short as now both slippers were gently tugged off inch by inch until the final pull which cleared the unmistakably desperate toes that sexily curled in an attempt avoid their removal. As both slippers were now removed Megan's face was a picture as it showed clear fear, vulnerability and dreaded anticipation as her sexy feet were now exposed.
Megan's feet were quite a spectacle, clear from her torturers delightfully surprised smiles and the handsome cheers from the audience that now filled the room. Unsurprisingly Megan's exuberant and pampered lifestyle meant that she had the most delightfully soft, well nourished and lovingly supple skin, skin of which quality was well demonstrated with her quite simply exquisite feet.
Megan's feet were very typical of the feminine persona, a reasonable size 7 but long and slender, delicate but shapely with the cutest and most wonderful array of small toes with their plump pads. In the eye of a true foot admirer they were very attractive and innocently very sexy.
Again with no warning her tormentors started once more, beginning with just light teasing touches and soft caresses. The sudden but delicate touches immediately made her squirm loudly with an undeniable sign of sensitivity, her feet flexing and twisting in pure reaction as she now tittered and giggled.
Within just a few moments Megan was really struggling to control herself, giggling and squirming wildly as fingers continued to lovingly explore her wriggling soles. So gentle and yet so intensive their soft fingertips created the most electrifying signals to her brain.
What made things worst was that with one foot snuggling held in position in front of her and one snuggling held behind meant that she was helpless but to react in such a surprised and sexy manner as each devastating new loving touch caressed her pretty feet. Their deadly touch never varied in pace, just a slow but purposeful stroke or tickle of which each seemed to last an eternity to her extra sensitive and unsuspecting skin.
Their delicious touches would start at her surprisingly soft heels causing reels of girlish giggles, giggles of which were heightened by pure anticipation as they approached her wickedly ticklish arches. As expected their touches did indeed softly glide onto her silky soft arches causing a wonderful reaction, her laughter now wild with delight and of complete mercy as she was sent into a state of madness and utter joy. The torment would continue further with a less intensive but terribly borderline assault of her also very soft and supple balls of her feet, their inquisitive touches made her squirm wildly before starting the agonising process over again.
This torture was exquisite, so gently, so playful, so humiliating, torturous and yet fun and undeniable joyful as she laughed her pretty laugh, out of control and completely aware she had no choice in the matter but to surrender to this embarrassing predicament.
Megan thought that the torment could not possibly get any worse and that despite the intense but comprehensible level of her predicament she would just about keep her wits about her. However soon to be proven wrong Megan was once again horrified when the torture suddenly stopped and the devilish tools that had placed by her side earlier were now being called for.
With no blindfold, and no remorse or mercy in the cheers of the crowd she was aware of possible further levels of torment that were awaiting mere moments away. The objects of desire by her ruthless tormentors were brushes, not just brushes but particularly eye drawing, purposely and professionally made thick bristled brushes.
As her tormentors grabbed these items of what surely would be the limits beyond her own conceived sanity Megan was already in a state of mercy and pleas, so unusual of her tough character, a terrible sign that this torment was having the desired effect.
Despite her desperate and innocently sexy pleas she was shown none and as before the lack of any mercy or break was a pattern that would continue as the brushes were brought forth to her delicate soft skin.
The sensations were never going to be forgiving as Megan had already prepared herself for but this was a complete understatement as she was immediately tickled silly upon a soft loving scrub of her sole. The brushes as her tormented mind had witnessed were of the quality that she feared as a thickly populated sea of bristles licked her first unsuspecting foot.
The reaction was delightful, she literally yelped in a helpless response that lasted only a fraction of a second as she then started to try to talk ticklish nonsense in complete reaction as it started to lap up and down. The deadly blow was the addition of the second brush which stroked the now unsuspecting other foot causing a truly wonderful pause of ticklish warfare as she then proceeded to buck and twist and squirm her whole body in its entirely as she laughed a completely submissive machine gun laugh that was simply music to the ears.
The brushes it had seemed were the final blow, a level that she could simply not handle and had become a very sexy ticklish puppet for her audience’s pleasure. The brushes were unrelenting, never harsh but delicate, meaningful and patient in their technique and rewarded in beautiful laughter of truly beautiful woman.
Following the most intense and surely the most shocking and humiliating predicament of her life, Megan returned to the limbo as if nothing had happened, unrestrained and in pool of nothing, confused frightened and feeling very vulnerable.
It had not been long following these events that she was returned to reality with the familiar walls of her prison cell surrounding her. The whole experience had now seemed like a bit of blur but what was for sure was the experience was sitting firmly with her as it had been intended to do.
The thought haunted her mind as she had spent the next few days left with only her own company to take comfort in, at some points wondering if it had really happened, but ultimately feeling very vulnerable as the thought of the experience remained and the idea scarring her half to death.
She wasn't going to lie to herself the whole experience had knocked her confidence, and for a woman who was so confident and believing in her own abilities this was a bad thing. It wasn't that she was oblivious to this in actual fact well known sensitivity of hers, it was the fact that she truly never believed it would be openly exploited with such determination.
Dream World Situation 2
If ever the thought that the virtual stimulation program was just a dream during a few days of rest, she was now fully convinced it wasn't as she again found herself being restrained to the dreaded device.
Once again as before she was plummeted into a void of nothingness where she was free to roam around. She had figured the time she spent in this limbo was the time her excusers needed to program the next instalment of embarrassing punishment.
Once again the change was seamless and the new world so real, that she again had to question whether her story so far, the prison and her last ordeal was real, unsure if this all had been some crazy crazy dream.
Her new world was at the helm of a plummeting space shuttle crashing through the atmosphere of lunar 51,a mostly primitive inhabited jungle planet with a few small cities all of which of inferior intelligence to her own kind.
her mission was simple and had been implanted in her head as if it always had been, to extract vital evidence and then get out, the mission was to be completed as low key as possible, no one could know she was there, she was suppose to be invisible.
Having landed as planned in the remote jungles miles away from the city she was quick to get on foot and abandon her space ship as time was of the essence. Despite the inferior intelligence of the planets inhabitants her arrival through the planet’s atmosphere would not have gone un-noticed so moving on from her landing point was vital.
Having initially kept up a stealthy but brisk motion through the jungles thick and unpredictable greenery she now adopted a more swift and purposeful assault moving quickly left, right, up and over through fast approaching obstacles.
Having nearly broke the back of her journey, the city limits fast approaching and Megan covering ground faster than ever she was suddenly blind to path ahead with thick bushing blocking her sight. The moment was only brief as in the milli second that she had acknowledged this she had also plunged straight through having not had the time to execute any brain power to stop herself.
As she unfaithfully strode her right foot forward through the bushing she was abruptly brought to a harsh but slightly giving halt as she crashed into a spaghetti junction of vertical placed vines. As she crashed into the vines the force at which she plunged into them had caused her to immediately get deeply swallowed up by the knotted mess of greenery.
Furthermore to her complete stomach sickening horror she was startled as the vines had been tagged with little silver bells of which were currently making a ringing racket as the impact of her crash had sent them singing. Worse still was that with every instinctive and panicked struggle for escape the frightening ringing continued in amplitude only contributing to her state of terror.
Having managed to calm herself so that now the bell ringing was at a minimum she then nearly jumped out of her skin as she had been quickly discovered by what she assumed were the primitive tribes of the jungle. Too tangled and restrained to reach for her phaser Megan was helpless to protect herself as the men and women untangled her only to re-strain her in a more suitable fashion.
Not only was Megan racked with fear she was completely puzzled as she not been made aware of any hostility or conflict between different intellects of humans throughout the planet and therefore unaware why they would have set such traps.
What Megan didn't know was that her capture had no relation to her unexpected arrival on the planet but simply a matter of trespassing on sacred land of an indigenous tribe. Megan's unannounced and unexpected arrival requiring a ritual of light punishment to pay homage to their spiritual master for her unwelcome visit.
As Megan was educated of her wrong doing she could barely believe firstly the probability of her encounter with these unusual people and secondly the method in which she had been captured by such primitive and lower intellect humans. She further despaired on knowledge that she was going to be freed of the demons of which they had dictated were responsible for her unwanted presence in a most embarrassing punishment of which she was most unfortunately familiar with.
As once again Megan found herself in a humiliating state of bondage, lack of clothes and in sight of some very ticklish looking tools she was well aware of how her whole predicament was making a complete mockery of her professional status. Also having partially been stripped of clothing and restrained to the basic but strong device she started to realise just how real all of her experiences were and realising a very worrying pattern that was starting to emerge.
However this realisation didn't make anything easier as she still felt the humility and the embarrassment of a professional woman forced to be disciplined by basic people having made an incredibly unlikely and unfortunate encounter.
As previous there was no time wasted as Megan was restrained and completely helpless to resist the ticklish torture that was beginning to unfold. However unlike before it would seem it was just her terribly ticklish feet That were the focus point of this punishment, feet of which that had only been recently exposed from her footwear and feeling more ticklish than ever.
She had been seated comfortably with her wrists tied behind her back and also to the main bamboo pole that her back rested against. From this point the bondage became very focused with Megan's legs tied together and raised high up into the air, her feet crossed at the ankles and forced to slightly point forward.
This wonderful position made Megan feel incredibly vulnerable, perhaps even more than before, her freshly bared soles and the further immobility contributing to most dreaded feelings of fear, excitement and horribly ticklish anticipation.
As soft fingertips graced her left foot in a teasing caress, she gasped and then sexily squirmed, her sensitive sole curling and flexing in a futile attempt to avoid the gentle but already wonderfully ticklish touch. As this teasing caress developed in purpose she started to giggle and screw up her cute face in delightful expressions as she tried to contain the delicious sensations.
As the loving lazy caress drew circles large and then small up and down her supple sole Megan was as expected eventually reduced to a ticklish plaything as giggles had quickly turned to wildly submissive laughter and pleas for mercy.
A quick change to her unsuspecting right foot saw a sudden thrashing and melody of silly squirms in amongst her usual hard tortured but joyous laughter. Her beautiful facial expressions told it all with her sensitised but untouched right foot causing signs of wicked ticklish surprise, scrunching her nose, slamming her eyes shut and her shaking her head almost in denial of the overwhelming sensations that filled her thoughts.
As the torture continued Megan became more and more sensitive, unsure whether it was her tormentors unrelenting but soft delicate attack which was getting the better of her or simply her losing the fight to keep her sanity. Both the vulnerability and humility of her situation continuing to heighten her ticklish senses.
Her tormentor and not to mention the captured gathering of men and women that watched found much satisfaction in the ritual convinced the level of her torture was a sign they were driving the demons from her. However clear that Megan had much strength and energy left this was seen not of her own but of the demon that occupied her, further measures would be required to truly free her of this burden.
The ordeal momentarily paused as it had before, before things had got worse, Megan partially still recovering from crazed laughter took on board how her punishment was far from finished. To her unexpected horror her tormentor now brought forth crudely handmade but awfully ticklishly looking small brushes, a sight that caused terrified butterflies in her stomach.
Megan begged and pleaded in a most innocently sexy and desperate manner, a sign that she was suffering a sweet suffering already and to the tribe that this desperation was a sign of near victory for them. The tickling restarted with electrifying effects with the wonderful brush now sweeping casually up and down her wrinkled soles, one foot at a time, lazy long lingering strokes before switching.
Megan was in hysterics, the slow lazy patterns that graced her flexing and twisting soles driving her wild as reels of uncontrollable giggles and loud squirms marked the benchmark of new levels of torment. Despite the lazy and casual techniques the brush seem to reach into every crease and crevice on her heels, balls of the feet and most especially her gorgeous arches, the stroke of each bristle one after another in the sea of this brush causing complete ticklish surrender as she simply laughed and laughed.
The switching from foot to another only made things worse, with additions of a free hand once again gracing her newly sensitized feet once more causing some very ticklish and sexy reactions, Megan just there for the ride, twisting, bucking and flexing those feet as she just simply tickled pink.
The torture seemed to last forever, Megan of course losing track of time, reality and even who she was as the situation consumed her mind. The remainder of this dreadful session was only apparent as a blurred memory as she once again found herself in her cell, scared, alone and feeling more vulnerable than ever.
It would seem even at this early stage of what would be some very longs years Megan could tell the devastating effect that this punishment was having and realising that perhaps it really would be justice served for her crimes and then some. It would seem that the system would not only deter her from future crime but also change her as person, something that she had not bargained for having stood so confidently in court.
Megan could now only pray for early release on good behaviour but knowing for certain that it would be an extra long and extra ticklish light year from now.
The End
Please feel free to comment, all feedback welcome, I will say now that i still have a habit of long sentences and sometimes the fiction and ideas are a bit crude but hey I thought it was worth posting, i did start to lose interest a little towards the end.
story certaintly has the concept of the matrix in there a little bit, with a variation, wasnt intentionally but think it works well
this is a long story just to warn people, bit of a mini novel, thats my style, cant help it, so if you more use to a cut to chase story this may bore you to death! lol 🙂
on a serious note, some feedback good or bad would be great, thanks for reading!
An Unusual Punishment
As Megan stood in the space district court, her wrists tightly restrained behind her and accompanied by two strong bodies either side, she just listened uninterested as the judge spoke out the crimes of which she had been rightly been accused.
As she listened to the various counts of theft, fraud, dishonourable behaviour to pervert justice and even mild counts of assault she reflected on the years of her life so far.
She had grown up as a smart, well educated and promising young individual who had all the right foundations to start a bright career of her choosing. However life was not all it was made out to be for Megan, the regimental upbringing her parents had forced upon her had taken a great toll on her as a person.
The result was that she had become a very volatile and unforgiving character, one who was not accepting of those less fortunate than herself or of any situation that was not to her great advantage.
These feelings had continued to grow and grow every day as a young adult with the people who surrounded her at work and in all aspects of her normal life becoming less and less bearable. Inevitably the contrast of her unsatisfying daily life against her own perceived and expectant idea of living had given birth to dark, corrupt and discreditable feelings.
The final straw for Megan was the realisation that even with her outstanding education the dire state of the quadrant economy provided little opportunity for a wealthy and plentiful living, one that she was so expectant of from her dedicated and sacrificial childhood.
With this depressing realisation, her increasing dissatisfaction of a normal life and the fatal attraction to a darker and dishonourable lifestyle, it was unsurprising that her life would soon change forever. Determined not to live a sub standard life that would surely destroy all of her perhaps delusional dreams of extortionate wealth and pampering Megan finally made a drastic decision.
It happened following a particularly tiresome and gruelling day at work having encountered a number of intolerable problems, not to mention intolerable people and the miserable infrastructure that constantly surrounded her. With all of that in one day it would seem that her own influence was complete, no longer could she bear to live another moment in this fruitless but supposedly righteous way of life.
Venting her highest frustrations in a life changing moment of despair and anguish something clicked in her mind and she suddenly decided she would abandon this world and use her great talents to instead cheat, deceive and thieve her way to success.
This new life for Megan had been difficult at first having abruptly left home, her family, and the few loose friends she had acquired, however the new low and soul less life of crime had really charmed Megan over time.
She had discovered with money seemingly never ending she was able have everything she had ever desired and more. She never went without owning all the latest gadgets and technology, jewellery and fashion accessories. But it didn’t end with just aesthetically pleasing items, physically she wanted to feel just as special as the riches she wore and owned therefore making sure she regularly indulged in the finest and most luxurious treatments.
Her treacherous lifestyle had empowered her with the sense of near invincibility as she had become the clever, cunning, sexy brunette ghost that no one could catch or track down. She was incredibly gifted at what she did, elegant and graceful but she was not perfect, the source of her unexpected downfall being nothing more than her own selfish greed.
Now facing her fairly conclusive court case she returned to reality just in time to hear the remainder of the individually listed convictions, which had been read out purposely for impact to shock and to shame.
She hung her head disappointed, however not in regret but as she wondered how she had allowed herself to get overconfident, sloppy and inevitably caught. How had she allowed such insignificant and un paralled persons to get the better of her she thought, had it shown it would have been obvious that she was far from sorry, and only sorry she had been caught.
More importantly Megan now had to listen and accept what her sentence would be for the never ending list she had accumulated, she was a little apprehensive in anticipation but never really worried. As she was a woman and her crimes were deemed of an inexcusable however reversible nature, her actual punishment was expected to be relatively mild regardless of the actual term she would spend.
With this in mind Megan was flush with a quiet confidence as she knew the serving would be easy, boring, but easy. She would play them with her convincing false pretences as she had always done so well in all her years of deceit. When the time was right she would tell them exactly what they wanted to hear and would be out early in a couple years with good behaviour, no sweat she thought.
With her self-assurance flying high she was unshaken during the initial sentencing in which she was apparently to spend 5 years serving her term. As the sentencing continued with its boring detail Megan was mostly inattentive at least until the details of her proposed punishment was finally called out.
The punishment much to Megan’s horror spoke of an undisclosed virtual stimulation program of which was still very much in its infancy and experimental stage. However despite this infancy it was a program that had already proved to yield some very interesting and pleasing results. The details of this program were quickly followed with the courts strong reasoning and justifications as the process was also highlighted to have had a patchy history, with several queries and cases of unethical breaches of human rights.
Megan could barely believe her ears, so confident had she been about the relatively light hearted nature of her expected punishment that she failed to hide her clearly mortified and clueless expression as they spoke of this radical new program. They spoke of her detailed files with a strong concern with her history as a con artist and professional scammer, mitigating their choice for overlooking the standard punishment system.
It was heartbreaking for Megan, as she watched her excusers produce an undeniably surgical execution of their case, both hard evidence and psychological understanding that saw their proposed punishment written in stone. She couldn't work out what bothered her more, the fact that they had been so thorough and determined or the horrible fact that she was due to face a punishment that she had no knowledge or understanding of.
As she was quickly prepared for departure to her new security governed residence and a life that would no longer be her own, she thought only of this new punishment wondering how she could possibly prepare for the unknown.
The next few hours seem to pass only as a blur to Megan, her warp speed arrival and check in process saw her located in her lifeless and claustrophobic cell ahead of schedule. By the time she had arrived in her cell dinner which mostly consisted of basic and undesirable food quickly followed, with the tiring effects of being on her feet all day and the mental drain of her court case showing soon after.
With her first day over seemly fast and having enjoyed a much needed nights rest she was then rudely awakened the following morning by security. Following the unexpected wakeup call she was quickly prompted to show cooperation as she was escorted out of her cell.
Following a drunken but brisk frog march down the corridor she was suddenly and most eagerly plunged into a small room where she was abruptly and forcefully restrained to a recliner type chair. The unnecessary force used suggested that the guards were expecting unusual resistance despite their being none, however forgetting that unlike her inmates this was her first visit and therefore not aware of her short term future.
Regardless security rarely took chances and as a result the experience was highly uneasing for Megan who was now alive and kicking however only in a late panic which was unsurprisingly short lived by what was now complete immobility.
The developing situation caused a desperate urge for her brain to wake up and to be concerned with what was actually happening. She took in as much detail as she could, immediately realising the room was clearly a technological showcase with endless computers and monitoring devices. But she was more than distracted as she herself was quickly being equipped with every kind of heartbeat, blood pressure, and critical life sensor.
Finally she was approached with what only she could describe as a computerised mask with endless connections and cables that she soon discovered occupied the top half of her face. As the mask was indeed placed over her eyes and nose she was plunged in darkness with only the sense of the device being firmly fitted around her head. A small pin prick in her arm made her jump and gasp but soon the strong affects encouraging her to welcome a deep sleep.
The pin prick was the last thing she remembered, she was suddenly thrown into limbo as if she was floating in space, she was no longer restrained or tied, she was free to move about but there was nothing, nothing but complete emptiness. So real was the experience she wasn’t even sure if she really had been tied to the chair or whether it was all just a dream, but if she was dreaming, where was she?
With Megan firmly secured to the chair and her sense of reality successfully uploaded the virtual stimulator she was now fully engaged and ready to experience what would be her punishment program for at least the next few years. What Megan was about to discover was the undisclosed virtual stimulation program was a radical breakthrough in which a dream world could be generated the in minds of a person connected.
Once connected any situation could be uploaded for the person to experience, an experience in which the person would have no sense of the actual world and instead perceive the generated one with full functionality of all sense’s, a person’s real life attributes and characteristics.
Unfortunately for Megan the great advantage of using such a machine on criminals and offenders was that the dream world opens up possibilities of a sadistic nature. Possibilities in which a person may be subjected to unfortunate and humiliating situations that would live with them as if a real memory in their life. With a tool so powerful and open to a world of creativity and endless scenarios it would be understandable to see how it had been so effective even upon some of the most difficult subjects.
Dream World Situation 1
Having wondered just a few steps within in her new empty world she was suddenly confronted with a frightening and breath taking real situation that had come to life in front of her as if an a seamless transition .
No longer was she in the void but now at the centre of attention in a torch lit, crudely rock built room, full of life’s luxuries, fruit, meat and golden chalices of what she assumed was a prehistoric banquet meal. A well dressed and jewellery burdened King sat slouched in his throne facing her with a cheery smile of approval. The remainder of the room was spread with an ample audience of which were unable to show their excitement with the same subtle discretion as their king with whistles and cheers contributing to an unnerving atmosphere.
With the shock of the new world that had literally unfolded before her eyes she was now even more horror-struck to find that she was barely able to move a muscle…… and for good reason. Much to her dismay she had been restrained to a sturdy wooden device raised off the floor that had her tied with a professionalism that saw her adopting a rather flattering but horribly vulnerable position.
The position that held her so tightly and yet so comfortably had her in vertical stance that had her arms tautly pulled up and behind her head. The position of her arms wonderfully exposing the soft hollows and sensitive sides not to mention letting her perfectly rounded and supple breasts hang freely.
To complete her bondage and her current state of humility she was slightly uncomfortably sat in the splits position, one leg forward and the other behind her, a natural flexibility that Megan had always been gifted with. To ensure that she stayed in this wonderful position several thickly padded restraints grasped below the knee and more thickly and restrictive at the ankles.
Finally she noticed that had been spared very few of her clothes, clothes of which she did not recognise and instead clothes that she would have placed with a seductive and submissive dancer for the kings entertainment. Her top half had been taken completely leaving her half naked with her pale soft skin and impressive breasts on full display for all to see and admire. The remainder of a skimpy outfit showed a slender and very revealing and see through garment which clearly showed her curvy thighs and legs. The only other item that spared her of complete nakedness was a very colourful, comfortable and well fitting pair of cushioned slippers.
With the new sense of immobility and the overwhelming scene in front of her the normally confident and smug Megan was racked with fear and uncertainty as she had no idea how she had suddenly arrived in this strange new world.
To unease her senses further she was now approached by several of the most compliant slave women who having first shown their King a saucy application of affection had been instructed to proceed with a casual nod. They brought with them items of clear gut wrenching consequences for Megan as she watched their devilishly long nailed fingertips hold items such as feathers, brushes, quills and other dreadfully teasing items.
The sight of all of these gentle but potentially torturous items including the women’s wicked looking nails sent a cold shiver down her spine and made the skin from her head to the tips of her toes tremble in sheer terror and dread. She could do nothing but watch as the 2 women placed their exquisitely detailed and undeniably high quality items on a side table near the shaking but unyielding device.
Without a moment’s notice and to Megan’s complete horror the two women sat beside her one at each side and started to lightly apply their long nails and soft finger tips on the soft supple skin of her torso in a teasing slow caress. The first touch made her yelp and gasp in pure reaction, squirming and twisting as much as the bondage would allow as the skilful nails explored with great interest.
The sensations she was feeling were not those she much had much experience of during her near perfect upbringing and her selfish life as a criminal. However the sensations were clearly overwhelming, ones that she was struggling to resist, the urge to buck, giggle and laugh her head off quickly bubbling up as she realised they were starting to control her, and realising as she feared that they were intentionally trying,….trying to tickle her!
Rarely had she ever been tickled in her life so far, any attempts by friends or temporary boyfriends had been met with a vicious response that saw the corresponding victim feeling very sore or sorry. The whole sensation for Megan was only seen as a silly weakness that she would normally avoid exploitation at all costs.
Now with her current circumstances starting to bring this silly and most dreaded weakness to life Megan was feeling as if someone had looked deep into her worst nightmares and insecurities and picked the worst one of them all. All of which combined now had her in a predicament that would not only surely embarrass and humiliate her but also physically torment and test her will as for the first time ever she would have no choice but to let this dreaded torment continue, and continue it did.
Despite Megan’s best efforts she clearly had shown her tormentors as well as her captured audience that she was undeniably sensitive even at this early and playful stage. With the eternity of torment that had seemly passed in what were only a few moments for Megan she was already unable to stop a few titters and sexy squirms despite her desperate effort to slam her mouth shut.
But her cute and undeniable reactions only seemed to motivate her tormentors further to search and explore with their patient and loving caresses, teases and tickles. Their wonderfully soft and supple fingertips were a perfect match for her equally if not more so pampered skin as the devilish combination made her even more vulnerable to this delicate torture.
Sure enough as the intensity continued to grow and as her composure continued to crumble it was only a matter of minutes before she reluctantly became a ticklish mess with giggles, squirms and barks of laughter. Finally the concentration and resistance that she had so valiantly clung onto had disappeared, the predictable build up leading to a most entertaining reaction that saw a cute explosion of laughter and clear undeniable torment.
Not only did the outburst of laughter amuse her audience greatly she had also let go of any further will power to resist the horrible teasing and dreadfully ticklish touches that now occupied her mind entirely. Allowing the ticklish suffering to have grown and grown until breaking point would surely be her biggest regret could she have spared the brain power to think it, she instead was slipping down a path of no return as every scratch, caress and stroke was even more surprising and devastating than the last.
Having now been tickled until she was pink in the face, her laughter having become more and more cutely submissive and with a clear sign of exhaustion the tickling finally slowed and then stopped. The cease of ticking was more than a relief to Megan who for the moment was still catching her breath now taking in the sound of cheers and applause, a sign she had assumed in her weary state that she had succeeded in being their entertainment.
Truth is, Megan didn’t care too much at this point the tickling had been such a shock to the system, her whole body had come to life as if every nerve ending had suddenly been switched on. The torturous ordeal clearly had electrifying results, results that she as a stubborn, stuck up and pampered princess had always been so scared of and now she was understanding why, the truly unbearable sensations threatening her sanity and humiliating her tough girl image.
Most unfortunately for Megan the worst was still to come, unknowingly the great cheers and whistles from the crowd were not only for the great show so far, but for also the great show still to come. Megan had at this point slumped in her head in both embarrassment and exhaustion however her head snapped back up as she felt a soft grip grasp the heel of one of her slippers.
With Megan’s face full of horror she simply stared in disbelief as she too was now aware of the greater torment still to come. Before she could fixate on the moment any further she was distracted by another soft grip on her other slipper at the opposite end of the device. Megan again delivering an equally horrified and distraught look that pleaded unsuspecting mercy of which she was not shown.
Again the moment was short as now both slippers were gently tugged off inch by inch until the final pull which cleared the unmistakably desperate toes that sexily curled in an attempt avoid their removal. As both slippers were now removed Megan's face was a picture as it showed clear fear, vulnerability and dreaded anticipation as her sexy feet were now exposed.
Megan's feet were quite a spectacle, clear from her torturers delightfully surprised smiles and the handsome cheers from the audience that now filled the room. Unsurprisingly Megan's exuberant and pampered lifestyle meant that she had the most delightfully soft, well nourished and lovingly supple skin, skin of which quality was well demonstrated with her quite simply exquisite feet.
Megan's feet were very typical of the feminine persona, a reasonable size 7 but long and slender, delicate but shapely with the cutest and most wonderful array of small toes with their plump pads. In the eye of a true foot admirer they were very attractive and innocently very sexy.
Again with no warning her tormentors started once more, beginning with just light teasing touches and soft caresses. The sudden but delicate touches immediately made her squirm loudly with an undeniable sign of sensitivity, her feet flexing and twisting in pure reaction as she now tittered and giggled.
Within just a few moments Megan was really struggling to control herself, giggling and squirming wildly as fingers continued to lovingly explore her wriggling soles. So gentle and yet so intensive their soft fingertips created the most electrifying signals to her brain.
What made things worst was that with one foot snuggling held in position in front of her and one snuggling held behind meant that she was helpless but to react in such a surprised and sexy manner as each devastating new loving touch caressed her pretty feet. Their deadly touch never varied in pace, just a slow but purposeful stroke or tickle of which each seemed to last an eternity to her extra sensitive and unsuspecting skin.
Their delicious touches would start at her surprisingly soft heels causing reels of girlish giggles, giggles of which were heightened by pure anticipation as they approached her wickedly ticklish arches. As expected their touches did indeed softly glide onto her silky soft arches causing a wonderful reaction, her laughter now wild with delight and of complete mercy as she was sent into a state of madness and utter joy. The torment would continue further with a less intensive but terribly borderline assault of her also very soft and supple balls of her feet, their inquisitive touches made her squirm wildly before starting the agonising process over again.
This torture was exquisite, so gently, so playful, so humiliating, torturous and yet fun and undeniable joyful as she laughed her pretty laugh, out of control and completely aware she had no choice in the matter but to surrender to this embarrassing predicament.
Megan thought that the torment could not possibly get any worse and that despite the intense but comprehensible level of her predicament she would just about keep her wits about her. However soon to be proven wrong Megan was once again horrified when the torture suddenly stopped and the devilish tools that had placed by her side earlier were now being called for.
With no blindfold, and no remorse or mercy in the cheers of the crowd she was aware of possible further levels of torment that were awaiting mere moments away. The objects of desire by her ruthless tormentors were brushes, not just brushes but particularly eye drawing, purposely and professionally made thick bristled brushes.
As her tormentors grabbed these items of what surely would be the limits beyond her own conceived sanity Megan was already in a state of mercy and pleas, so unusual of her tough character, a terrible sign that this torment was having the desired effect.
Despite her desperate and innocently sexy pleas she was shown none and as before the lack of any mercy or break was a pattern that would continue as the brushes were brought forth to her delicate soft skin.
The sensations were never going to be forgiving as Megan had already prepared herself for but this was a complete understatement as she was immediately tickled silly upon a soft loving scrub of her sole. The brushes as her tormented mind had witnessed were of the quality that she feared as a thickly populated sea of bristles licked her first unsuspecting foot.
The reaction was delightful, she literally yelped in a helpless response that lasted only a fraction of a second as she then started to try to talk ticklish nonsense in complete reaction as it started to lap up and down. The deadly blow was the addition of the second brush which stroked the now unsuspecting other foot causing a truly wonderful pause of ticklish warfare as she then proceeded to buck and twist and squirm her whole body in its entirely as she laughed a completely submissive machine gun laugh that was simply music to the ears.
The brushes it had seemed were the final blow, a level that she could simply not handle and had become a very sexy ticklish puppet for her audience’s pleasure. The brushes were unrelenting, never harsh but delicate, meaningful and patient in their technique and rewarded in beautiful laughter of truly beautiful woman.
Following the most intense and surely the most shocking and humiliating predicament of her life, Megan returned to the limbo as if nothing had happened, unrestrained and in pool of nothing, confused frightened and feeling very vulnerable.
It had not been long following these events that she was returned to reality with the familiar walls of her prison cell surrounding her. The whole experience had now seemed like a bit of blur but what was for sure was the experience was sitting firmly with her as it had been intended to do.
The thought haunted her mind as she had spent the next few days left with only her own company to take comfort in, at some points wondering if it had really happened, but ultimately feeling very vulnerable as the thought of the experience remained and the idea scarring her half to death.
She wasn't going to lie to herself the whole experience had knocked her confidence, and for a woman who was so confident and believing in her own abilities this was a bad thing. It wasn't that she was oblivious to this in actual fact well known sensitivity of hers, it was the fact that she truly never believed it would be openly exploited with such determination.
Dream World Situation 2
If ever the thought that the virtual stimulation program was just a dream during a few days of rest, she was now fully convinced it wasn't as she again found herself being restrained to the dreaded device.
Once again as before she was plummeted into a void of nothingness where she was free to roam around. She had figured the time she spent in this limbo was the time her excusers needed to program the next instalment of embarrassing punishment.
Once again the change was seamless and the new world so real, that she again had to question whether her story so far, the prison and her last ordeal was real, unsure if this all had been some crazy crazy dream.
Her new world was at the helm of a plummeting space shuttle crashing through the atmosphere of lunar 51,a mostly primitive inhabited jungle planet with a few small cities all of which of inferior intelligence to her own kind.
her mission was simple and had been implanted in her head as if it always had been, to extract vital evidence and then get out, the mission was to be completed as low key as possible, no one could know she was there, she was suppose to be invisible.
Having landed as planned in the remote jungles miles away from the city she was quick to get on foot and abandon her space ship as time was of the essence. Despite the inferior intelligence of the planets inhabitants her arrival through the planet’s atmosphere would not have gone un-noticed so moving on from her landing point was vital.
Having initially kept up a stealthy but brisk motion through the jungles thick and unpredictable greenery she now adopted a more swift and purposeful assault moving quickly left, right, up and over through fast approaching obstacles.
Having nearly broke the back of her journey, the city limits fast approaching and Megan covering ground faster than ever she was suddenly blind to path ahead with thick bushing blocking her sight. The moment was only brief as in the milli second that she had acknowledged this she had also plunged straight through having not had the time to execute any brain power to stop herself.
As she unfaithfully strode her right foot forward through the bushing she was abruptly brought to a harsh but slightly giving halt as she crashed into a spaghetti junction of vertical placed vines. As she crashed into the vines the force at which she plunged into them had caused her to immediately get deeply swallowed up by the knotted mess of greenery.
Furthermore to her complete stomach sickening horror she was startled as the vines had been tagged with little silver bells of which were currently making a ringing racket as the impact of her crash had sent them singing. Worse still was that with every instinctive and panicked struggle for escape the frightening ringing continued in amplitude only contributing to her state of terror.
Having managed to calm herself so that now the bell ringing was at a minimum she then nearly jumped out of her skin as she had been quickly discovered by what she assumed were the primitive tribes of the jungle. Too tangled and restrained to reach for her phaser Megan was helpless to protect herself as the men and women untangled her only to re-strain her in a more suitable fashion.
Not only was Megan racked with fear she was completely puzzled as she not been made aware of any hostility or conflict between different intellects of humans throughout the planet and therefore unaware why they would have set such traps.
What Megan didn't know was that her capture had no relation to her unexpected arrival on the planet but simply a matter of trespassing on sacred land of an indigenous tribe. Megan's unannounced and unexpected arrival requiring a ritual of light punishment to pay homage to their spiritual master for her unwelcome visit.
As Megan was educated of her wrong doing she could barely believe firstly the probability of her encounter with these unusual people and secondly the method in which she had been captured by such primitive and lower intellect humans. She further despaired on knowledge that she was going to be freed of the demons of which they had dictated were responsible for her unwanted presence in a most embarrassing punishment of which she was most unfortunately familiar with.
As once again Megan found herself in a humiliating state of bondage, lack of clothes and in sight of some very ticklish looking tools she was well aware of how her whole predicament was making a complete mockery of her professional status. Also having partially been stripped of clothing and restrained to the basic but strong device she started to realise just how real all of her experiences were and realising a very worrying pattern that was starting to emerge.
However this realisation didn't make anything easier as she still felt the humility and the embarrassment of a professional woman forced to be disciplined by basic people having made an incredibly unlikely and unfortunate encounter.
As previous there was no time wasted as Megan was restrained and completely helpless to resist the ticklish torture that was beginning to unfold. However unlike before it would seem it was just her terribly ticklish feet That were the focus point of this punishment, feet of which that had only been recently exposed from her footwear and feeling more ticklish than ever.
She had been seated comfortably with her wrists tied behind her back and also to the main bamboo pole that her back rested against. From this point the bondage became very focused with Megan's legs tied together and raised high up into the air, her feet crossed at the ankles and forced to slightly point forward.
This wonderful position made Megan feel incredibly vulnerable, perhaps even more than before, her freshly bared soles and the further immobility contributing to most dreaded feelings of fear, excitement and horribly ticklish anticipation.
As soft fingertips graced her left foot in a teasing caress, she gasped and then sexily squirmed, her sensitive sole curling and flexing in a futile attempt to avoid the gentle but already wonderfully ticklish touch. As this teasing caress developed in purpose she started to giggle and screw up her cute face in delightful expressions as she tried to contain the delicious sensations.
As the loving lazy caress drew circles large and then small up and down her supple sole Megan was as expected eventually reduced to a ticklish plaything as giggles had quickly turned to wildly submissive laughter and pleas for mercy.
A quick change to her unsuspecting right foot saw a sudden thrashing and melody of silly squirms in amongst her usual hard tortured but joyous laughter. Her beautiful facial expressions told it all with her sensitised but untouched right foot causing signs of wicked ticklish surprise, scrunching her nose, slamming her eyes shut and her shaking her head almost in denial of the overwhelming sensations that filled her thoughts.
As the torture continued Megan became more and more sensitive, unsure whether it was her tormentors unrelenting but soft delicate attack which was getting the better of her or simply her losing the fight to keep her sanity. Both the vulnerability and humility of her situation continuing to heighten her ticklish senses.
Her tormentor and not to mention the captured gathering of men and women that watched found much satisfaction in the ritual convinced the level of her torture was a sign they were driving the demons from her. However clear that Megan had much strength and energy left this was seen not of her own but of the demon that occupied her, further measures would be required to truly free her of this burden.
The ordeal momentarily paused as it had before, before things had got worse, Megan partially still recovering from crazed laughter took on board how her punishment was far from finished. To her unexpected horror her tormentor now brought forth crudely handmade but awfully ticklishly looking small brushes, a sight that caused terrified butterflies in her stomach.
Megan begged and pleaded in a most innocently sexy and desperate manner, a sign that she was suffering a sweet suffering already and to the tribe that this desperation was a sign of near victory for them. The tickling restarted with electrifying effects with the wonderful brush now sweeping casually up and down her wrinkled soles, one foot at a time, lazy long lingering strokes before switching.
Megan was in hysterics, the slow lazy patterns that graced her flexing and twisting soles driving her wild as reels of uncontrollable giggles and loud squirms marked the benchmark of new levels of torment. Despite the lazy and casual techniques the brush seem to reach into every crease and crevice on her heels, balls of the feet and most especially her gorgeous arches, the stroke of each bristle one after another in the sea of this brush causing complete ticklish surrender as she simply laughed and laughed.
The switching from foot to another only made things worse, with additions of a free hand once again gracing her newly sensitized feet once more causing some very ticklish and sexy reactions, Megan just there for the ride, twisting, bucking and flexing those feet as she just simply tickled pink.
The torture seemed to last forever, Megan of course losing track of time, reality and even who she was as the situation consumed her mind. The remainder of this dreadful session was only apparent as a blurred memory as she once again found herself in her cell, scared, alone and feeling more vulnerable than ever.
It would seem even at this early stage of what would be some very longs years Megan could tell the devastating effect that this punishment was having and realising that perhaps it really would be justice served for her crimes and then some. It would seem that the system would not only deter her from future crime but also change her as person, something that she had not bargained for having stood so confidently in court.
Megan could now only pray for early release on good behaviour but knowing for certain that it would be an extra long and extra ticklish light year from now.
The End
