tickledorange
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Life before Christine wasn’t much different than it is now. In fact, seven years earlier, he had done the same thing to another local college student, whose name was Ashley. Ashley was very pretty by many standards, about 5’4, short blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was perfect, and at the time he saw her, he knew he had to have her.
Ashley wasn’t taken the way most of the others were. In fact, when Brett recalls this story, the way they met almost seems consensual. She was driving along a few local roads late at night, when all of a sudden, a car slammed into her rear end. Ashley panicked. Her hands began to tremble and sweat began to pour from her face and arms. How could this guy not have seen her? She was almost 100 yards in front of him when he just crept up behind her and tapped her tailgate. Both drivers immediately rushed out of the car, but after seeing Brett’s face, Ashley’s nervousness turned into rage. “What the hell were you doing? How could you not see me? I was right-fucking-in front of you!”
Her abusive language continued for almost ten minutes while she ranted at Brett’s stone, expressionless face. She could see him reaching into his pocket from time to time, keeping her eyes on his hands as she saw the handle of a pistol creeping out of his pocket. Immediately, Ashley turned her attention from her car to the metal hole that was now staring back at her. “Into the car,” he said in a low tone.
Ashley froze. Even though she was a very confrontational person, no one had ever gone this far with it. She breathed silently to herself as she listened closely to the instructions of Brett. Even though he had few to give her, they came very quickly. First, he forced her into the backseat of her own car. The way he shoved her from behind at the last second caused her to fall face first into the leather seat. After one cuff, then two, Ashley tugged at her wrists as she felt Brett pushing her further into the seat. “Now don’t move, don’t even get out of the car,” he ordered, setting the child lock as he slammed the door in her face.
Ashley quickly tried to scoot to the other side, but her cuffed hands were a huge handicap in her escape plan. As she turned her hands the proper way, she was met by another door slamming her in the face. Ashley was now securely trapped in the back seat, struggling in her cuffs while Brett jumped in her driver’s seat.
By now, Ashley was completely pale. Her voice had gone from one of pure anger to uncontrollable fear. After all, what was supposed to be a simple accident report was now becoming a total mess, with an abduction to top. “What are you doing? Get the hell out of my car! Just call the cops and I‘ll tell them about the accident, nothing about this, I swear.”
Brett let her begging soak in as he drove. He reveled in it, it gave him a feeling of accomplishment and pride. Just knowing the cuffs were holding her wrists securely was just the satisfaction he needed, her begging was just the “Thank you.” that he needed. Brett whispered, “You’re welcome” as the two of them drove into the night.
*******
Ashley didn’t know it, but this would be one of many sleepless nights for her. Immediately when they got home, Brett again shoved the gun in her back. Ashley held her head up as she was marched thru the whole path to the small, rustic dungeon in the basement. Immediately, Ashley’s cuffs were secured with a chain with a padlock on the end which was held to her cuffs. Ashley stood in fear as Brett attached said cuffs to the eye hook in the ceiling. He left for a second, keeping one eye on her as he pulled a torch from in the room and held it over her head. At first, Ashley screamed in fear because she thought Brett was going to burn her alive, but instead, he began closing the small hole the eyehook had by welding it shut with the torch. Ashley could feel the front of him rubbing against her as he fastened her in. She waited patiently, trying to take a few steps away from him, just before he stepped away from her first.
“What? This hot for you or something?” she spat.
“Oh yeah,” he said, his voice shaking while he stared at her.
Ashley sighed and rolled her eyes as Brett took her ankle in his hand and secured it to the floor beneath her. Within seconds, he had done the same to her other ankle. Ashley pulled and struggled for freedom at her new bonds, feeling very restricted in her new settings. “You had your fun, now let me the hell out of here! I’ll seriously mess you up when I get free,” she screamed, pulling violently.
“You don’t have to worry about freedom or anything else right now, young lady, all you have to worry about is if your ticklish or not,” Brett said, rubbing her elbows before walking out of the small room.
“Ticklish? What does that have to do with anything? Come back here! Answer me!”
He listened to her scream, but her pleading was only making his head swell even more. God, it was going to be fun to break her.
*****
A few hours later, at about 2 AM, she could hear footsteps walking down the stairs again. Brett had been home several times that night, first to retrieve his car, then to grab milk at the store, then he had taken a walk around his property. Ashley listened now as this time, he came directly in her direction. She watched him walk towards her as she tensed up as much as she could without letting him notice. “Well, have you thought about what I asked you ear…”
“Of course I’m ticklish! Everyone is!” she interrupted.
“Oh really?” he said, placing his hands on her ribs, “Let’s find out.”
Brett began by only tickling her upper ribs. Ashley screamed to herself as she could feel his fingers poking in between each bone. She knew that somehow, he was going to make her suffer, but she had no idea how much.
By this time, Brett had moved to her lower ribs, giving them the same treatment as her upper half. As he explored each one with his nails, Ashley began to giggle a little as her body twitched. Brett enjoyed watching her face, the way her teeth showed when she was trying not to laugh. He swirled his fingers on her ribs, listening as her giggling became louder and louder as it turned into operatic laughter.
Brett had made her sing soprano, but not before letting his fingers loose in her underarms. He enjoyed the way her feet kicked out from underneath her and how she almost stumbled to the floor as the torture moved around her body. Ashley’s face showed this too. She began to sweat as laughter fell out of her throat. Even though she hated Brett with a strong passion, the fact that she was incredibly ticklish overrode all of her emotions. As she could feel the entire length of her sides being worked on, her primal survival instincts had kicked in full force. She kicked, twisted, and threw her body at him as he continued to squeeze her hips, letting his fingers glide over whatever areas they wanted. After all, he wasn’t the one being tickled.
She could see his hands reach for something out of the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t quite see what it was. When she heard the buzz, she knew exactly what it was. Being too tired to beg, she just threw her head to the floor and mumbled silently in her head. Brett knew she wasn’t quite broken, but he knew he was close. He held the brush lightly against her shaved underarms as he reached around to her tummy. Ashley fell against Brett as he raked his nails all over the length of her front, feeling her muscles tighten and her hoarse voice wail from her chest. In front, she was crying, but Brett didn’t notice the tears until one fell on him while his chin was rested on her shoulder.
He knew that she had endured enough, but he so loved her ticklish predicament, he couldn’t get enough of it. He put his ear near her mouth as he let the laughter pour from her while dragging the brush and his nails all over her tummy. Unlike Christine (his future captive), Ashley had her worst spot somewhere on her tummy, but he was determined to find it.
He slowly tickled along both sides of her ribcage with one hand, alternating between left and right, as he let the brush sit in a few spots for a couple of seconds. Ashley screamed and begged as the brush randomly perched itself along her tummy, sucking in her stomach when she saw fit. The hundreds of areas that were covered had caused her to shake her head insanely, rubbing her hair all over Brett’s cheek. He explored faster, letting up every few seconds as to keep her afloat and not let her pass out from the sensation.
Within ten minutes of starting his journey, he had found the spot. A small patch of skin near her bellybutton had given way to some of them loudest, strongest laughter he had ever heard. By now, Ashley’s chest was heaving from having her body being uncontrollably explored by the brush and the hands. She knew and he knew that her consciousness could only last a few more moments, so he pushed the brush a millimeter deeper into her skin as she shouted with the remaining force within her. Just before she could feel the air around her thinning and her thoughts going black, the tickling had ceased.
Brett stepped away from her, watching her hands sag in the cuffs as her feet dragged on the ground. She was swinging in a circle now, letting the momentum of her struggling carry her around in her heavy chains. “See you tomorrow,” was all he said to her before kissing her on the cheek and leaving her for the night.
Ashley quietly hung for a few seconds, still mad at herself and at him. How could she allow herself to break like that? How could she allow herself to submit when all she had to do was fight it off? Her face wrinkled up as she found a comfortable position before swinging herself into some form of sleep.
Life before Christine wasn’t much different than it is now. In fact, seven years earlier, he had done the same thing to another local college student, whose name was Ashley. Ashley was very pretty by many standards, about 5’4, short blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was perfect, and at the time he saw her, he knew he had to have her.
Ashley wasn’t taken the way most of the others were. In fact, when Brett recalls this story, the way they met almost seems consensual. She was driving along a few local roads late at night, when all of a sudden, a car slammed into her rear end. Ashley panicked. Her hands began to tremble and sweat began to pour from her face and arms. How could this guy not have seen her? She was almost 100 yards in front of him when he just crept up behind her and tapped her tailgate. Both drivers immediately rushed out of the car, but after seeing Brett’s face, Ashley’s nervousness turned into rage. “What the hell were you doing? How could you not see me? I was right-fucking-in front of you!”
Her abusive language continued for almost ten minutes while she ranted at Brett’s stone, expressionless face. She could see him reaching into his pocket from time to time, keeping her eyes on his hands as she saw the handle of a pistol creeping out of his pocket. Immediately, Ashley turned her attention from her car to the metal hole that was now staring back at her. “Into the car,” he said in a low tone.
Ashley froze. Even though she was a very confrontational person, no one had ever gone this far with it. She breathed silently to herself as she listened closely to the instructions of Brett. Even though he had few to give her, they came very quickly. First, he forced her into the backseat of her own car. The way he shoved her from behind at the last second caused her to fall face first into the leather seat. After one cuff, then two, Ashley tugged at her wrists as she felt Brett pushing her further into the seat. “Now don’t move, don’t even get out of the car,” he ordered, setting the child lock as he slammed the door in her face.
Ashley quickly tried to scoot to the other side, but her cuffed hands were a huge handicap in her escape plan. As she turned her hands the proper way, she was met by another door slamming her in the face. Ashley was now securely trapped in the back seat, struggling in her cuffs while Brett jumped in her driver’s seat.
By now, Ashley was completely pale. Her voice had gone from one of pure anger to uncontrollable fear. After all, what was supposed to be a simple accident report was now becoming a total mess, with an abduction to top. “What are you doing? Get the hell out of my car! Just call the cops and I‘ll tell them about the accident, nothing about this, I swear.”
Brett let her begging soak in as he drove. He reveled in it, it gave him a feeling of accomplishment and pride. Just knowing the cuffs were holding her wrists securely was just the satisfaction he needed, her begging was just the “Thank you.” that he needed. Brett whispered, “You’re welcome” as the two of them drove into the night.
*******
Ashley didn’t know it, but this would be one of many sleepless nights for her. Immediately when they got home, Brett again shoved the gun in her back. Ashley held her head up as she was marched thru the whole path to the small, rustic dungeon in the basement. Immediately, Ashley’s cuffs were secured with a chain with a padlock on the end which was held to her cuffs. Ashley stood in fear as Brett attached said cuffs to the eye hook in the ceiling. He left for a second, keeping one eye on her as he pulled a torch from in the room and held it over her head. At first, Ashley screamed in fear because she thought Brett was going to burn her alive, but instead, he began closing the small hole the eyehook had by welding it shut with the torch. Ashley could feel the front of him rubbing against her as he fastened her in. She waited patiently, trying to take a few steps away from him, just before he stepped away from her first.
“What? This hot for you or something?” she spat.
“Oh yeah,” he said, his voice shaking while he stared at her.
Ashley sighed and rolled her eyes as Brett took her ankle in his hand and secured it to the floor beneath her. Within seconds, he had done the same to her other ankle. Ashley pulled and struggled for freedom at her new bonds, feeling very restricted in her new settings. “You had your fun, now let me the hell out of here! I’ll seriously mess you up when I get free,” she screamed, pulling violently.
“You don’t have to worry about freedom or anything else right now, young lady, all you have to worry about is if your ticklish or not,” Brett said, rubbing her elbows before walking out of the small room.
“Ticklish? What does that have to do with anything? Come back here! Answer me!”
He listened to her scream, but her pleading was only making his head swell even more. God, it was going to be fun to break her.
*****
A few hours later, at about 2 AM, she could hear footsteps walking down the stairs again. Brett had been home several times that night, first to retrieve his car, then to grab milk at the store, then he had taken a walk around his property. Ashley listened now as this time, he came directly in her direction. She watched him walk towards her as she tensed up as much as she could without letting him notice. “Well, have you thought about what I asked you ear…”
“Of course I’m ticklish! Everyone is!” she interrupted.
“Oh really?” he said, placing his hands on her ribs, “Let’s find out.”
Brett began by only tickling her upper ribs. Ashley screamed to herself as she could feel his fingers poking in between each bone. She knew that somehow, he was going to make her suffer, but she had no idea how much.
By this time, Brett had moved to her lower ribs, giving them the same treatment as her upper half. As he explored each one with his nails, Ashley began to giggle a little as her body twitched. Brett enjoyed watching her face, the way her teeth showed when she was trying not to laugh. He swirled his fingers on her ribs, listening as her giggling became louder and louder as it turned into operatic laughter.
Brett had made her sing soprano, but not before letting his fingers loose in her underarms. He enjoyed the way her feet kicked out from underneath her and how she almost stumbled to the floor as the torture moved around her body. Ashley’s face showed this too. She began to sweat as laughter fell out of her throat. Even though she hated Brett with a strong passion, the fact that she was incredibly ticklish overrode all of her emotions. As she could feel the entire length of her sides being worked on, her primal survival instincts had kicked in full force. She kicked, twisted, and threw her body at him as he continued to squeeze her hips, letting his fingers glide over whatever areas they wanted. After all, he wasn’t the one being tickled.
She could see his hands reach for something out of the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t quite see what it was. When she heard the buzz, she knew exactly what it was. Being too tired to beg, she just threw her head to the floor and mumbled silently in her head. Brett knew she wasn’t quite broken, but he knew he was close. He held the brush lightly against her shaved underarms as he reached around to her tummy. Ashley fell against Brett as he raked his nails all over the length of her front, feeling her muscles tighten and her hoarse voice wail from her chest. In front, she was crying, but Brett didn’t notice the tears until one fell on him while his chin was rested on her shoulder.
He knew that she had endured enough, but he so loved her ticklish predicament, he couldn’t get enough of it. He put his ear near her mouth as he let the laughter pour from her while dragging the brush and his nails all over her tummy. Unlike Christine (his future captive), Ashley had her worst spot somewhere on her tummy, but he was determined to find it.
He slowly tickled along both sides of her ribcage with one hand, alternating between left and right, as he let the brush sit in a few spots for a couple of seconds. Ashley screamed and begged as the brush randomly perched itself along her tummy, sucking in her stomach when she saw fit. The hundreds of areas that were covered had caused her to shake her head insanely, rubbing her hair all over Brett’s cheek. He explored faster, letting up every few seconds as to keep her afloat and not let her pass out from the sensation.
Within ten minutes of starting his journey, he had found the spot. A small patch of skin near her bellybutton had given way to some of them loudest, strongest laughter he had ever heard. By now, Ashley’s chest was heaving from having her body being uncontrollably explored by the brush and the hands. She knew and he knew that her consciousness could only last a few more moments, so he pushed the brush a millimeter deeper into her skin as she shouted with the remaining force within her. Just before she could feel the air around her thinning and her thoughts going black, the tickling had ceased.
Brett stepped away from her, watching her hands sag in the cuffs as her feet dragged on the ground. She was swinging in a circle now, letting the momentum of her struggling carry her around in her heavy chains. “See you tomorrow,” was all he said to her before kissing her on the cheek and leaving her for the night.
Ashley quietly hung for a few seconds, still mad at herself and at him. How could she allow herself to break like that? How could she allow herself to submit when all she had to do was fight it off? Her face wrinkled up as she found a comfortable position before swinging herself into some form of sleep.
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