this one with the hunter being the tormentor about 5 pages long
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Play Time In Hammersmith
The hunter checked his watch for the time and started to become a little concerned. This girl should be coming around already, there were signs that the fog in her mind was lifting every few moments he reached over and ran his fingers from her heels to her toes. First came moans and the occasional giggle, then after a few strokes her toes began to wiggle. The anisetic was wearing off a little at a time.
Animal trancs tended to release from the extremities to the core the vet had told him so right now her fingers and toes were beginning to work again. The hunter loved these few moments because a pair of very ticklish feet could be played with without the victim being able to pull away or even struggle, no matter how desperately they wanted to.
This state of bliss would not last long within minutes now she would turn from the toe wiggling and giggling to the struggling and screaming mass on a bed. She would soon be testing her bonds like a she-devil trying to escape and but for the gag would have awakened the entire hotel. His fingertips drew low figure 8's on one sole then the other until her whole body began to quiver and pull on the 4 corners of the bed as hard as she could.
This was his way of testing his bondage, knots and her gag because he did not want to have to redo them now that there would be fight in her let alone be disturbed. As she slowly came back to her senses the hunter took the big toe on her right foot in his hand and drew all 5 of his fingertips slowly from her heel to the space under her toes. A low howl escaped from her gag and her chest heaved and her hips trashed on the pillow under her, popping one of the remaining buttons on her skirt open. The more she struggled the more of her bare thighs were exposed as the hunters eyes trailed up her legs.
All in good time the hunter chuckled to himself as he reached for her other stockinged foot. Time for a few experiments the hunter said out loud. For the first time the blonde lifted her head from the pillow and looked down her trapped body toward him with venom and fire in her eyes.
The hunter had seen this often and it amused him greatly he just hoped he would have the time he needed to turn that fire and venom into looks of pleading and silent pleas for mercy. He hated to have to gag her because the pleas, cries for mercy and her laughter were music to the hunter's ears.
As he surveyed the contents of his tool kit the blonde craned her head up often trying desperately to figure out what the hunter had planed for her. She had been in bed with various freaks since she had been smuggled into the UK last year. Many times she had been beaten, abused even tortured by her clients and her pimp. But this man was setting up for a long session but the instruments of his brand of torture were both a surprise and a shock to her. Seeing the man pick up one feather at a time from the towel and twirl them between his fingertips only made her panic and struggle harder against her wrist and ankle restraints.
The hunter watched her head pop up look at the feathers and panic. Yes indeed this one was definitely ticklish and by her reaction this was not the first time she had been in this situation she seemed to almost read his mind as he took his time selecting his tickle tools. The more he played with them the more frantic she became. If not for the gag she would have been screaming her head off by now and he was sure begging for mercy before he even got started.
Her head bobbed up and down as the fingers of one hand returned to the stretched material along the sole of her foot and slowly tickled around the edges of her arch. This hit her like a spark she tried to turn her foot and desperately tired to pull it away when that failed she once again arched her back trying to pull down on her wrist restraints.
All her struggles managed to do was pop several buttons on her blouse and a few more on her skirt. The hunter looked up to catch a glimpse of more bare thigh and the lower edges of her breasts began to peek out from the widening gaps in her blouse. If she kept this up she was going to rob the hunter of the pleasure of unwrapping his tickle gift.
The hunter stood running his fingers up both of her trapped feet from heel to toe as he did. The blonde renewed her struggling and thrashing on the bed with renewed vigor. As he stepped around the foot of the bed he selected a 6 inch yellow feather from his kit and ran the tip of it up her right leg very slowly. He turned and twisted the feather along her stocking until it slipped off her stocking and the soft tip made contact with the bare skin at the top of her stocking. The blonde arched her back on the bed hard pulling on all 4 of her restraints she lifted her back a good 6 inches off the pillow under her back. This would not do at all the hunter thought to himself.
He reached up with his free hand and cupped one of her breasts for the first time he was gentle with it but the look in the blonde's eyes was all fire and brimstone. He softly caressed it and moved his fingers to the predominant nipple that was pressing up from inside her blouse. The hunter was not sure if her excitement was fear of what he would do to her or the feeling of the feathertip creeping higher up the bare skin of her thigh. He gently closed his fingertips on the nipples and rolled it lightly between his fingertips te sounds from her gag were either squeals of pleasure or squeals of frustration either way they were still music to the hunters ears.
He lifted the feather and moved it up until it crossed the waistband of her skirt and onto the bare skin of her tummy that had become exposed during her struggles. The moment the tip touched her tummy she let out a muffled scream and arched her back almost painfully as the hunter watched her reactions. He lifted the feather and slipped in into her cleavage and the blonde stared at him almost with a question in her eyes.
I will be right back he chuckled, as her eyes darted from her attacker to the feather poking out from between her breasts he wiggled the feather down deeper into her cleavage until the quill appeared in a space between her buttons. The hunter slowly took his fingers from her nipple then stood again she once again began to trash on the bed wiggling her breasts in a vain attempt at shaking the feather away from her bare skin.
The hunter went to the huge bathroom in the suite and grabbed several large bath towels and rolled them up tightly he carried an armful of them back to the bed. The blonde had kept up her struggles in his absence making several attempts to slip from her restraints or shake the feather out from between her breasts. All of the knots held and all she had managed to do was work the feather deeper between her breasts and pop a few more buttons on her skirt and blouse. The hunter loved to watch them try in vain to escape if not for the gag she might even be trying to beg him to let her go of not to rape her. Rape however was not on the hunter's mind at least not yet the foreplay was just getting started.
He knelt on the bed and she renewed her struggles he lifted her head a little and propped a rolled towel under her neck so she now could look down her body without craning her neck. This way she would have to watch him work. He slipped a hand under her back and lipped 3 rolled towels onto the top of the pillow limiting her ability to thrash and only after he has significantly reduced her ability to struggle did his finger tips slowly began to softly probe her ribs. The reaction was immediate as the blonde attempted to thrash once again and found that only limited wiggle room remained. Now the hunter could relax and begin to enjoy himself. He ran his fingernail around the edges of each of the nipple nubs stickling prominently from the tight material of her blouse. He did not pinch or pull on them merly caressing them sending many confused signals to the mind of his bound captive.
Once he had them fully hard his hands slipped down her chest to her ribs once again and he softly tickled her ribs with one hand and drew little circles with a fingernail around her exposed belly button. As she wiggled her chest away from the rib tickling she pressed her ticklish tummy to the hunters waiting finger soon he had her dancing on the bed trying desperately to get away from two tickling points and failing with every move she made.
He alternated the hands to tickle her ribs on the other side while his hand slipped under the edges of her blouse higher to tickle along the top of her tummy. The hunter tickled slowly and gently along her ribs and up and down her tummy until she began to sweat a little from excretion and her struggles began to subside. The hunter knew from experience this is when a playmate would stop struggling and try to will the sensations out of her mind it was his cue to change his tactics.
Beads of sweat formed on her brow and small wet spots began to appear under her stretched arms. Her tummy became spotted with little beads of sweat as well. He played with them with his fingertips until her whole tummy was slick and shone under the lights. This made his fingertips glide easily over her skin sending his playmate into hysterics and a flood of muffled giggles came from her gag.
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Play Time In Hammersmith
The hunter checked his watch for the time and started to become a little concerned. This girl should be coming around already, there were signs that the fog in her mind was lifting every few moments he reached over and ran his fingers from her heels to her toes. First came moans and the occasional giggle, then after a few strokes her toes began to wiggle. The anisetic was wearing off a little at a time.
Animal trancs tended to release from the extremities to the core the vet had told him so right now her fingers and toes were beginning to work again. The hunter loved these few moments because a pair of very ticklish feet could be played with without the victim being able to pull away or even struggle, no matter how desperately they wanted to.
This state of bliss would not last long within minutes now she would turn from the toe wiggling and giggling to the struggling and screaming mass on a bed. She would soon be testing her bonds like a she-devil trying to escape and but for the gag would have awakened the entire hotel. His fingertips drew low figure 8's on one sole then the other until her whole body began to quiver and pull on the 4 corners of the bed as hard as she could.
This was his way of testing his bondage, knots and her gag because he did not want to have to redo them now that there would be fight in her let alone be disturbed. As she slowly came back to her senses the hunter took the big toe on her right foot in his hand and drew all 5 of his fingertips slowly from her heel to the space under her toes. A low howl escaped from her gag and her chest heaved and her hips trashed on the pillow under her, popping one of the remaining buttons on her skirt open. The more she struggled the more of her bare thighs were exposed as the hunters eyes trailed up her legs.
All in good time the hunter chuckled to himself as he reached for her other stockinged foot. Time for a few experiments the hunter said out loud. For the first time the blonde lifted her head from the pillow and looked down her trapped body toward him with venom and fire in her eyes.
The hunter had seen this often and it amused him greatly he just hoped he would have the time he needed to turn that fire and venom into looks of pleading and silent pleas for mercy. He hated to have to gag her because the pleas, cries for mercy and her laughter were music to the hunter's ears.
As he surveyed the contents of his tool kit the blonde craned her head up often trying desperately to figure out what the hunter had planed for her. She had been in bed with various freaks since she had been smuggled into the UK last year. Many times she had been beaten, abused even tortured by her clients and her pimp. But this man was setting up for a long session but the instruments of his brand of torture were both a surprise and a shock to her. Seeing the man pick up one feather at a time from the towel and twirl them between his fingertips only made her panic and struggle harder against her wrist and ankle restraints.
The hunter watched her head pop up look at the feathers and panic. Yes indeed this one was definitely ticklish and by her reaction this was not the first time she had been in this situation she seemed to almost read his mind as he took his time selecting his tickle tools. The more he played with them the more frantic she became. If not for the gag she would have been screaming her head off by now and he was sure begging for mercy before he even got started.
Her head bobbed up and down as the fingers of one hand returned to the stretched material along the sole of her foot and slowly tickled around the edges of her arch. This hit her like a spark she tried to turn her foot and desperately tired to pull it away when that failed she once again arched her back trying to pull down on her wrist restraints.
All her struggles managed to do was pop several buttons on her blouse and a few more on her skirt. The hunter looked up to catch a glimpse of more bare thigh and the lower edges of her breasts began to peek out from the widening gaps in her blouse. If she kept this up she was going to rob the hunter of the pleasure of unwrapping his tickle gift.
The hunter stood running his fingers up both of her trapped feet from heel to toe as he did. The blonde renewed her struggling and thrashing on the bed with renewed vigor. As he stepped around the foot of the bed he selected a 6 inch yellow feather from his kit and ran the tip of it up her right leg very slowly. He turned and twisted the feather along her stocking until it slipped off her stocking and the soft tip made contact with the bare skin at the top of her stocking. The blonde arched her back on the bed hard pulling on all 4 of her restraints she lifted her back a good 6 inches off the pillow under her back. This would not do at all the hunter thought to himself.
He reached up with his free hand and cupped one of her breasts for the first time he was gentle with it but the look in the blonde's eyes was all fire and brimstone. He softly caressed it and moved his fingers to the predominant nipple that was pressing up from inside her blouse. The hunter was not sure if her excitement was fear of what he would do to her or the feeling of the feathertip creeping higher up the bare skin of her thigh. He gently closed his fingertips on the nipples and rolled it lightly between his fingertips te sounds from her gag were either squeals of pleasure or squeals of frustration either way they were still music to the hunters ears.
He lifted the feather and moved it up until it crossed the waistband of her skirt and onto the bare skin of her tummy that had become exposed during her struggles. The moment the tip touched her tummy she let out a muffled scream and arched her back almost painfully as the hunter watched her reactions. He lifted the feather and slipped in into her cleavage and the blonde stared at him almost with a question in her eyes.
I will be right back he chuckled, as her eyes darted from her attacker to the feather poking out from between her breasts he wiggled the feather down deeper into her cleavage until the quill appeared in a space between her buttons. The hunter slowly took his fingers from her nipple then stood again she once again began to trash on the bed wiggling her breasts in a vain attempt at shaking the feather away from her bare skin.
The hunter went to the huge bathroom in the suite and grabbed several large bath towels and rolled them up tightly he carried an armful of them back to the bed. The blonde had kept up her struggles in his absence making several attempts to slip from her restraints or shake the feather out from between her breasts. All of the knots held and all she had managed to do was work the feather deeper between her breasts and pop a few more buttons on her skirt and blouse. The hunter loved to watch them try in vain to escape if not for the gag she might even be trying to beg him to let her go of not to rape her. Rape however was not on the hunter's mind at least not yet the foreplay was just getting started.
He knelt on the bed and she renewed her struggles he lifted her head a little and propped a rolled towel under her neck so she now could look down her body without craning her neck. This way she would have to watch him work. He slipped a hand under her back and lipped 3 rolled towels onto the top of the pillow limiting her ability to thrash and only after he has significantly reduced her ability to struggle did his finger tips slowly began to softly probe her ribs. The reaction was immediate as the blonde attempted to thrash once again and found that only limited wiggle room remained. Now the hunter could relax and begin to enjoy himself. He ran his fingernail around the edges of each of the nipple nubs stickling prominently from the tight material of her blouse. He did not pinch or pull on them merly caressing them sending many confused signals to the mind of his bound captive.
Once he had them fully hard his hands slipped down her chest to her ribs once again and he softly tickled her ribs with one hand and drew little circles with a fingernail around her exposed belly button. As she wiggled her chest away from the rib tickling she pressed her ticklish tummy to the hunters waiting finger soon he had her dancing on the bed trying desperately to get away from two tickling points and failing with every move she made.
He alternated the hands to tickle her ribs on the other side while his hand slipped under the edges of her blouse higher to tickle along the top of her tummy. The hunter tickled slowly and gently along her ribs and up and down her tummy until she began to sweat a little from excretion and her struggles began to subside. The hunter knew from experience this is when a playmate would stop struggling and try to will the sensations out of her mind it was his cue to change his tactics.
Beads of sweat formed on her brow and small wet spots began to appear under her stretched arms. Her tummy became spotted with little beads of sweat as well. He played with them with his fingertips until her whole tummy was slick and shone under the lights. This made his fingertips glide easily over her skin sending his playmate into hysterics and a flood of muffled giggles came from her gag.
