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This is my first story ever, so go easy on me...but i think its pretty good...so enjoy!
Jillian walked into her house at 10:00 pm and plopped down on the sofa. It had been a long day, and she was looking forward to a nice bath and a good movie. After a few minutes, she gathered a towel and her night clothes and walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. That was the last thing she remembered as someone grabbed her and placed a cloth over her mouth.
Jillian awoke with a start. Her mind was racing. She was looking up at a ceiling fan and despite her confusion, she was quite comfortable. The she realized that she was unable to move. At all. Her wrists were secured to the end of a long black table, with additional straps around her elbows and her shoulders. A strap lay across her midsection and three others secured her legs and ankles so that she was completely immobile. She thought about crying for help but somehow knew it was futile. She had regained most of her consciousness when she heard a door open. She could see three figures moving toward her, all dressed in black, and one of them carrying a bag. They convened at the bottom of the table and began taking objects out of the bag. Notable, a large white feather, and a pair of electric toothbrushes.
“What the hell is this?” Jillian asked.
Saying nothing, the figures, who she could tell were men, walked to different sides of the table. She began to squirm and thought about screaming again. All at once, she felt the man at the bottom of the table pulling off her socks, leaving her in only her tank-top and boy-shorts. Feeling quite helpless and more than a little nervous, Jillian began to suspect what was coming. Jillian was known for her love of being tickled, but she had never been restrained before, and the thought of being tortured by these three men was both exciting and terrifying. She squirmed some more as the men positioned themselves on either sides of the table and lifted their hands above her quivering sides. Then, all at once, they dug in.
Jillian was all of a sudden sent into a gale of laughter, her back arching under the thirty wriggling fingers.
AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! She screamed as each rib was prodded with expert precision.
W—WAAAIIIIIIIIIIIT! WHO ARE YOOOUUUHHOHOHOHOHOHO!?!? She screamed again, but no answer was given from her silent assailants. Then, all of a sudden, her body convulsed as she felt ten fingernails slowly make their way up the soles of her helpless bare feet.
Once again, she screamed, “NOOOOOOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOT THERE! NOOOO!!”
She was laughing harder than she thought possible, and trying desperately to break the restrains, which were holding her absolutely motionless. Just when she thought her ribs couldn’t take another second, the men moved, and she was instantly sorry that they did.
Twenty fingers danced across the sensitive skin of her armpits.
WWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! She screamed and was immediately engulfed in a fit of silent laughter. She shook in ticklish agony as every nail made its trip across the hollows of her underarms, and the skilled man by her feet ravaged the bottoms of her helpless feet.
STOOOOOOPP!!! I CAN’T TAKE IIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!
They tickled and tickled until poor Jillian was beyond hysterics. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and she thought she might pass out, when the tickling suddenly stopped.
Not knowing how long her break would last, she looked through her tears to see the men moving down to the bottom of the table. One had a feather and was dragging it over her legs causing her to giggle and squirm. As her head began to clear, and she began to breathe again, she felt one finger slip from the top of her foot to her knee cap and back down.
Now Jillian was deathly ticklish all over, but her upper-body was nowhere near as ticklish as her lower-body. She was terrified of being tickled on her knees and her insanely ticklish thighs, as even one squeeze sent her into a fit of hysterical ticklish agony. Well she was more than nervous as this finger continued its trip up and down her legs, and as the finger turned into two fingers, and into three fingers, she began to become really worried. These men were not amateurs. They had tickled her feet and upper-body harder and more effectively than anyone had before, and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
As the hands began to stroke harded, and to settle into a certain area, Jillian knew what was going to happen. Her eyes closed and her fists clenched as three sets of hands simultaneously dug into her legs with pinpoint accuracy.
Jillian was beside herself. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP NOT THERE…PPLEASE!!!!! NOT THEEEEEEEHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERRREE!!!!!
She felt one pair of hands leave as the other two picked up the pace. One man worked over her left leg while the other took care of her right. She convlulsed in silent laughter for several seconds on end until her body made her breathe, upon which point, she would scream and dissolve in to silent laughter again.
After several minutes of this, Jillian didn’t know how much longer she was going to last. No one had ever tickled her this much, tears streamed down her cheeks, and the more the begged them the stop, the harded they tickled.
Then she felt something that she hadn’t felt before. Something that she’d been dreading since her ordeal began. She felt ten nails on her elbows. Then, slowly, they dragged down the length of her forearms sending unbelievable sensations through Jillian’s body. Every nearve was on fire as the three men worked over her pelvis, her thighs, her knees and her arms.
NO MOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOORRRREEE!!!! I’M GONNA DIE…..PLEASE…..NO MOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
They tickled her until she was no longer coherent. They tickled her until her body could no longer resist and she lay helplessly laughing under thirty masterful fingers.
She awoke again with a start. She looked around and noticed her living room was just the way she left it. She checked the clock. It read 10:01 am. She wondered…a dream? She walked to the stairs. As she lifted her leg, she felt pain. It was soreness. She grinned, and walked upstairs to take her bath.
Jillian walked into her house at 10:00 pm and plopped down on the sofa. It had been a long day, and she was looking forward to a nice bath and a good movie. After a few minutes, she gathered a towel and her night clothes and walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. That was the last thing she remembered as someone grabbed her and placed a cloth over her mouth.
Jillian awoke with a start. Her mind was racing. She was looking up at a ceiling fan and despite her confusion, she was quite comfortable. The she realized that she was unable to move. At all. Her wrists were secured to the end of a long black table, with additional straps around her elbows and her shoulders. A strap lay across her midsection and three others secured her legs and ankles so that she was completely immobile. She thought about crying for help but somehow knew it was futile. She had regained most of her consciousness when she heard a door open. She could see three figures moving toward her, all dressed in black, and one of them carrying a bag. They convened at the bottom of the table and began taking objects out of the bag. Notable, a large white feather, and a pair of electric toothbrushes.
“What the hell is this?” Jillian asked.
Saying nothing, the figures, who she could tell were men, walked to different sides of the table. She began to squirm and thought about screaming again. All at once, she felt the man at the bottom of the table pulling off her socks, leaving her in only her tank-top and boy-shorts. Feeling quite helpless and more than a little nervous, Jillian began to suspect what was coming. Jillian was known for her love of being tickled, but she had never been restrained before, and the thought of being tortured by these three men was both exciting and terrifying. She squirmed some more as the men positioned themselves on either sides of the table and lifted their hands above her quivering sides. Then, all at once, they dug in.
Jillian was all of a sudden sent into a gale of laughter, her back arching under the thirty wriggling fingers.
AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! She screamed as each rib was prodded with expert precision.
W—WAAAIIIIIIIIIIIT! WHO ARE YOOOUUUHHOHOHOHOHOHO!?!? She screamed again, but no answer was given from her silent assailants. Then, all of a sudden, her body convulsed as she felt ten fingernails slowly make their way up the soles of her helpless bare feet.
Once again, she screamed, “NOOOOOOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOT THERE! NOOOO!!”
She was laughing harder than she thought possible, and trying desperately to break the restrains, which were holding her absolutely motionless. Just when she thought her ribs couldn’t take another second, the men moved, and she was instantly sorry that they did.
Twenty fingers danced across the sensitive skin of her armpits.
WWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! She screamed and was immediately engulfed in a fit of silent laughter. She shook in ticklish agony as every nail made its trip across the hollows of her underarms, and the skilled man by her feet ravaged the bottoms of her helpless feet.
STOOOOOOPP!!! I CAN’T TAKE IIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!
They tickled and tickled until poor Jillian was beyond hysterics. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and she thought she might pass out, when the tickling suddenly stopped.
Not knowing how long her break would last, she looked through her tears to see the men moving down to the bottom of the table. One had a feather and was dragging it over her legs causing her to giggle and squirm. As her head began to clear, and she began to breathe again, she felt one finger slip from the top of her foot to her knee cap and back down.
Now Jillian was deathly ticklish all over, but her upper-body was nowhere near as ticklish as her lower-body. She was terrified of being tickled on her knees and her insanely ticklish thighs, as even one squeeze sent her into a fit of hysterical ticklish agony. Well she was more than nervous as this finger continued its trip up and down her legs, and as the finger turned into two fingers, and into three fingers, she began to become really worried. These men were not amateurs. They had tickled her feet and upper-body harder and more effectively than anyone had before, and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
As the hands began to stroke harded, and to settle into a certain area, Jillian knew what was going to happen. Her eyes closed and her fists clenched as three sets of hands simultaneously dug into her legs with pinpoint accuracy.
Jillian was beside herself. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP NOT THERE…PPLEASE!!!!! NOT THEEEEEEEHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERRREE!!!!!
She felt one pair of hands leave as the other two picked up the pace. One man worked over her left leg while the other took care of her right. She convlulsed in silent laughter for several seconds on end until her body made her breathe, upon which point, she would scream and dissolve in to silent laughter again.
After several minutes of this, Jillian didn’t know how much longer she was going to last. No one had ever tickled her this much, tears streamed down her cheeks, and the more the begged them the stop, the harded they tickled.
Then she felt something that she hadn’t felt before. Something that she’d been dreading since her ordeal began. She felt ten nails on her elbows. Then, slowly, they dragged down the length of her forearms sending unbelievable sensations through Jillian’s body. Every nearve was on fire as the three men worked over her pelvis, her thighs, her knees and her arms.
NO MOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOORRRREEE!!!! I’M GONNA DIE…..PLEASE…..NO MOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
They tickled her until she was no longer coherent. They tickled her until her body could no longer resist and she lay helplessly laughing under thirty masterful fingers.
She awoke again with a start. She looked around and noticed her living room was just the way she left it. She checked the clock. It read 10:01 am. She wondered…a dream? She walked to the stairs. As she lifted her leg, she felt pain. It was soreness. She grinned, and walked upstairs to take her bath.
