DHwangK
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"G-GOD DAMNIT! JUST LET ME GO-HOHOHOHOHOHO!" pleaded Eliana as the merciless mechanical hands kept working on her nylon soles. It had been over an hour since the torture had started, and she couldn't take it anymore. The hands held her toes back, allowing no wiggling, and hundreds of other hands preyed upon her helpless soles. Some tickled her feet under her toes; others tickled the balls of her feet. Even worse, the majority of them focused on her pedicured arches, the worst spot of her ticklish body. The sensations were maddening, and yet she felt excited and horny. But she was exhausted; her lugs craved for oxygen, her ribs hurt, and the felt the tickling sensations all over her body. Would David ever stop? Would this torture ever come to an end? She didn't know. And honestly, she never expected it to end. But it did.
"STOP THE MACHINE!" yelled David as he slowly walked over to a now grateful and exhausted Eliana.
"Are you ready to give me what I need?"
She couldn't. She couldn't betray her whole nation to fulfill the plans of a single man. And yet her body could not take any more tickling. She didn't respond.
"...fine. Don't answer me. Tomorrow we shall continue our torture. Take her to her room."
Eliana was released from her bonds, but she was too weak to stand on her own feet; the torture had exhausted her to the very core. David's helpers helped her up and took her to her room.
Surprisingly, the room was much better than she had expected. The bed was comfortable, it was clean and she had a window. From the window she confirmed what David had said before: they truly were in a fortress in the middle of the ocean. How would she escape? She did not know, nor did she care for the moment. All she wanted was to rest. But that didn't happen.
"Hey, Eliana. I am one of the helpers, and David ordered me to make sure you are comfortable. Here is your food; should you need anything else, you can pull on that string next to the bed, and I'll come as soon as possible. BUT. Should you abuse of it, I will ignore your calls and...and... just ignore it."
"Hmm.. thanks but, I don't know your name. What's your name?"
"Marcus. Marcus is the name." Saying that, Marcus left the room.
The food was tasty. Or it was better than what she had expected. Bread, milk, cheese, water, meat, and fruits. She ravenously ate the food, and laid down for a rest.
"...Why did I ever agree to take this information?"
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In her dreams, Eliana remembered. She remembered where the key and the map were. And she remembered why did she take that information.
It was her late-husband. He was part of the National Bank, and he had advanced in ranks until the point that he was given this information. He was given the duty to protect the information.
But one day, something terrible happened.
An accident.
She remembered. In the news. A car-crash. Her husband was coming back from a trip to the mountains, but he lost control, his car crashed, and his car fell downhill. Nothing was found. He was lost forever.
Mr. Hicklefield, the owner of the bank came to her house one day. Said she needed to listen to him.
"Hum, ma'am. Listen. I am sorry for your deep loss, and we from the National Bank are all grieving for this enormous loss. But we have to give you this information. Your husband, he... was more than a normal man. He held power. The power to steal all of the money he wanted, without us even knowing. But he was able to control this power. He managed to keep the secret, even to his death. I'm afraid you are not aware of what I'm talking about?"
Eliana nodded in her sleep. It was as if she was re-living her past.
"He had the key and the map to a shortcut inside of the bank. That shortcut would allow him to take billions of dollars. But he never did. He was a great soul. And I'm afraid that, if I give this information to any other person in this world, we would go bankrupt. Will you, please, take the key and the map? We have no one else to rely on."
She whispered to herself in her sleep "Shenanigans".
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Eliana had barely woken up, and she was already in stocks. But these were different. These stocks held her feet up, so that she'd be unable to do anything, even though her hands were free to move. That made her feel even more helpless. They had changed her clothes after applying the chloroform. She was only wearing lingerie and a pair of RHT hosiery. The colors almost reminded her of the color of the ocean. David soon came into the room.
"Ah Eliana. You look quite sexy today. Did you do something?"
"Oh cut it David. I know you changed my clothes in my sleep. Did you enjoy seeing me naked?"
"Actually, yes I did. I got the opportunity to feel your breasts and, oh my."
She tried to spit on him. But the spit was far from hitting him. It hit the ground.
"My, my, are we nervous today, Eliana? Well, I thought that today you might enjoy a little story, so stay comfortable while I, too, make myself comfortable."
With this, David grabbed a chair and sat right in front of Eliana's helpless soles. The antecipation was building on her.
"Today's story is 'The Navigator'. Once upon a time, there was a navigator named Peter. He wanted to sail the seven seas, so he got himself a boat and a crew. But he needed to learn how to swim first, so he hired someone to teach him how to swim."
With this, David started to use his index and middle fingers to pretend that his hand was walking on the "sea". Eliana hated that feeling of being tickled like that. Slowly, David's right hand was all over Eliana's right foot, as if his hand was swimming. She tried not to laugh, but each of his fingers caused tickling waves to be sent all over her body. She squealed.
"After learning how to swim, Peter took his boat and placed it on the sea."
Eliana saw that David held a little boat in his hand. "Pff, what a child" she thought to herself. But she'd soon regret thinking that to herself.
"And so, Peter started to sail." With this, David placed the boat on her right foot.
As soon as the boat started to move on her foot, Eliana lost her mind.
"WHAT T-THE HELL?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT BOAT?! LET ME GOOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!"
The boat had a wheel with tiny spikes in it. Big enough to tickle, small enough to not hurt. As David sailed and played with his small boat, each of the spikes brought Eliana closer to the brink of madness. Each spike send pulsing shock-waves of ticklish stimulus throughout her body. Her hands pounded on the floor as she laughed and giggled, but that was as much as she could do. She could do nothing to ease the tickling, except for trying to wiggle her feet. But David soon held her toes back and kept sailing with his boat.
"My, my, the ocean is pretty wild today! Peter thought to himself. Maybe its a storm that is coming."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! S-SCREW YOUR OCEAN! S-SCREW YOUR BOAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! LET ME GO! THIS IS TOO MUCH! PLEA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-SE!"
David kept playing with his boat on Eliana's sole. The nylons didn't do anything to ease the tickling, but they rather increased her tickling sensations. She begged and pleaded and laughed but it was all to no avail. She thrashed her feet around, trying to break free from this endless torture. David did not stop tickling her.
"OH GOD! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! STOP IT PLEAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-SEEEEE!"
"Oh no! A storm is coming! We are losing control! Put out the anchor!"
A mini-anchor was added to Eliana's torment. David started to drag the anchor in her soles as he sped up the frequency with which he played with his boat. Eliana was losing her composure. She was in tears, laughing and giggling like she had never done before, and she could do nothing. Soon, David grabbed the anchor and started torturing Eliana's left foot with it, while he kept using the boat to torture her right foot.
"G-GOD DAMNIT! I'M GONNA LOSE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! STOOOOO-HOHOHHOHOHHOP!"
After many hours of relentless torture, David finally stopped. Eliana's lungs were on fire, her feet was completely devastated and full of ticklish sensations, and she was sweating. David started to massage her feet, giving a quick tickle every now and then to keep her tense.
"So, Eliana. Are you going to give me the information or not?"
Eliana couldn't respond. Her lungs longed for air.
"Hmm... so be it. Let the torture... continue."
To be continued.
"STOP THE MACHINE!" yelled David as he slowly walked over to a now grateful and exhausted Eliana.
"Are you ready to give me what I need?"
She couldn't. She couldn't betray her whole nation to fulfill the plans of a single man. And yet her body could not take any more tickling. She didn't respond.
"...fine. Don't answer me. Tomorrow we shall continue our torture. Take her to her room."
Eliana was released from her bonds, but she was too weak to stand on her own feet; the torture had exhausted her to the very core. David's helpers helped her up and took her to her room.
Surprisingly, the room was much better than she had expected. The bed was comfortable, it was clean and she had a window. From the window she confirmed what David had said before: they truly were in a fortress in the middle of the ocean. How would she escape? She did not know, nor did she care for the moment. All she wanted was to rest. But that didn't happen.
"Hey, Eliana. I am one of the helpers, and David ordered me to make sure you are comfortable. Here is your food; should you need anything else, you can pull on that string next to the bed, and I'll come as soon as possible. BUT. Should you abuse of it, I will ignore your calls and...and... just ignore it."
"Hmm.. thanks but, I don't know your name. What's your name?"
"Marcus. Marcus is the name." Saying that, Marcus left the room.
The food was tasty. Or it was better than what she had expected. Bread, milk, cheese, water, meat, and fruits. She ravenously ate the food, and laid down for a rest.
"...Why did I ever agree to take this information?"
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In her dreams, Eliana remembered. She remembered where the key and the map were. And she remembered why did she take that information.
It was her late-husband. He was part of the National Bank, and he had advanced in ranks until the point that he was given this information. He was given the duty to protect the information.
But one day, something terrible happened.
An accident.
She remembered. In the news. A car-crash. Her husband was coming back from a trip to the mountains, but he lost control, his car crashed, and his car fell downhill. Nothing was found. He was lost forever.
Mr. Hicklefield, the owner of the bank came to her house one day. Said she needed to listen to him.
"Hum, ma'am. Listen. I am sorry for your deep loss, and we from the National Bank are all grieving for this enormous loss. But we have to give you this information. Your husband, he... was more than a normal man. He held power. The power to steal all of the money he wanted, without us even knowing. But he was able to control this power. He managed to keep the secret, even to his death. I'm afraid you are not aware of what I'm talking about?"
Eliana nodded in her sleep. It was as if she was re-living her past.
"He had the key and the map to a shortcut inside of the bank. That shortcut would allow him to take billions of dollars. But he never did. He was a great soul. And I'm afraid that, if I give this information to any other person in this world, we would go bankrupt. Will you, please, take the key and the map? We have no one else to rely on."
She whispered to herself in her sleep "Shenanigans".
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Eliana had barely woken up, and she was already in stocks. But these were different. These stocks held her feet up, so that she'd be unable to do anything, even though her hands were free to move. That made her feel even more helpless. They had changed her clothes after applying the chloroform. She was only wearing lingerie and a pair of RHT hosiery. The colors almost reminded her of the color of the ocean. David soon came into the room.
"Ah Eliana. You look quite sexy today. Did you do something?"
"Oh cut it David. I know you changed my clothes in my sleep. Did you enjoy seeing me naked?"
"Actually, yes I did. I got the opportunity to feel your breasts and, oh my."
She tried to spit on him. But the spit was far from hitting him. It hit the ground.
"My, my, are we nervous today, Eliana? Well, I thought that today you might enjoy a little story, so stay comfortable while I, too, make myself comfortable."
With this, David grabbed a chair and sat right in front of Eliana's helpless soles. The antecipation was building on her.
"Today's story is 'The Navigator'. Once upon a time, there was a navigator named Peter. He wanted to sail the seven seas, so he got himself a boat and a crew. But he needed to learn how to swim first, so he hired someone to teach him how to swim."
With this, David started to use his index and middle fingers to pretend that his hand was walking on the "sea". Eliana hated that feeling of being tickled like that. Slowly, David's right hand was all over Eliana's right foot, as if his hand was swimming. She tried not to laugh, but each of his fingers caused tickling waves to be sent all over her body. She squealed.
"After learning how to swim, Peter took his boat and placed it on the sea."
Eliana saw that David held a little boat in his hand. "Pff, what a child" she thought to herself. But she'd soon regret thinking that to herself.
"And so, Peter started to sail." With this, David placed the boat on her right foot.
As soon as the boat started to move on her foot, Eliana lost her mind.
"WHAT T-THE HELL?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT BOAT?! LET ME GOOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!"
The boat had a wheel with tiny spikes in it. Big enough to tickle, small enough to not hurt. As David sailed and played with his small boat, each of the spikes brought Eliana closer to the brink of madness. Each spike send pulsing shock-waves of ticklish stimulus throughout her body. Her hands pounded on the floor as she laughed and giggled, but that was as much as she could do. She could do nothing to ease the tickling, except for trying to wiggle her feet. But David soon held her toes back and kept sailing with his boat.
"My, my, the ocean is pretty wild today! Peter thought to himself. Maybe its a storm that is coming."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! S-SCREW YOUR OCEAN! S-SCREW YOUR BOAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! LET ME GO! THIS IS TOO MUCH! PLEA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-SE!"
David kept playing with his boat on Eliana's sole. The nylons didn't do anything to ease the tickling, but they rather increased her tickling sensations. She begged and pleaded and laughed but it was all to no avail. She thrashed her feet around, trying to break free from this endless torture. David did not stop tickling her.
"OH GOD! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! STOP IT PLEAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-SEEEEE!"
"Oh no! A storm is coming! We are losing control! Put out the anchor!"
A mini-anchor was added to Eliana's torment. David started to drag the anchor in her soles as he sped up the frequency with which he played with his boat. Eliana was losing her composure. She was in tears, laughing and giggling like she had never done before, and she could do nothing. Soon, David grabbed the anchor and started torturing Eliana's left foot with it, while he kept using the boat to torture her right foot.
"G-GOD DAMNIT! I'M GONNA LOSE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! STOOOOO-HOHOHHOHOHHOP!"
After many hours of relentless torture, David finally stopped. Eliana's lungs were on fire, her feet was completely devastated and full of ticklish sensations, and she was sweating. David started to massage her feet, giving a quick tickle every now and then to keep her tense.
"So, Eliana. Are you going to give me the information or not?"
Eliana couldn't respond. Her lungs longed for air.
"Hmm... so be it. Let the torture... continue."
To be continued.
