ok this is my first attempt, and the first part is better than the second. i sort of went over board with my ending, and should have done it better, but i was rushed and took something that was offered to me as an idea. hope you like it anyway.
Melanie slowly woke up, and immediately upon awakening, she found that she was strapped, completely immobile to some sort of table. Her limbs were widely spread, legs far apart and arms over her head. A cold sensation made her realize she was completely nude. Blushing furiously, she also discovered that she was heavily gagged, and couldnt even utter a whimper. As her eyes adjusted to the bright lights throughtout the room, she noticed several video cameras surrounding her, pointing to various body parts, even her private parts.
Melanie's eyes widened in fear. "Where am I?" She thought. The last thing she remembered was going to bed the previous night. Lifting her head, which was the only part of her body with mobility, that and she could wiggle her fingers and toes, she was amazed to see mirrors covering the walls and ceiling, and chairs situated at the bottom of the table, as if in preparation for an audience. Melanie began shaking and trembling, wondering what was in store for her and whimpering behind her gag.
Hearing a noise, Melanie quickly turned her head towards a door, which she hadnt noticed previously. She was frightened to see the door knob slowly turning, and was utterly unprepared for the sight which met her astonished eyes. As the door opened further, it revealed a stunningly beautiful woman, statesque in appearance, and wearing a black leather cat suit, complete with thighhigh boots. Melanie's eyes about popped out of her head at this picture before her. The woman, moving with the elegance of a sleek cat, slowly approached the terrified Melanie.
"Ahhh I see my slave is finally awake." Melanie shook her head violently thinking, "What does she mean?"
"Yes you are my slave, and tonight you will be my star attraction. Do you see these cameras? The internet world will be very entertained tonight. And these chairs will soon hold several select friends of mine from the bdsm community, both women and men. The mirrors you see are two way mirrors, with those that cannot fit into this room still able to see everything that happens to you here tonight."
The dominatrix then flipped a nearby switch, and the video cameras came to life. Melanie was shocked and dismayed to see that every part of her nude bound body was on display on the various screens, and particularly one camera which showed a close up of her private parts made her blush even more.
"Now my dear little slave, to make this all more complete, I have a specially designed hood that will be placed over your eyes and strapped to the table behind you, leaving you entirely immobile. These are specially designed in that although you will not be able to see where and when you will be touched, you will see the faces of the members of the audience, as they laugh and taunt at you. You see my dear slave, unseen hands will be touching you everywhere, teasing you, and tickling you. You see you are not just any slave, I have bought you for a tickle slave , a tickle toy , for the amusement of myself and my friends."
At those words, Melanie became frantic. She was so horribly ticklish everywhere, that she could tickle her own feet and almost beg for herself to stop. She struggled fruitlessly against her restraints, she whimpered as loudly as she could behind her gag, her eyes pleading with fright not to do this. The dominatrix smiled a cruel smile and approached her, the hood in hand.
"Your squirming and twisting as much as you can will be all for the delight of the audience, which will become highly aroused as they watch your attempts to escape the ghostly fingers and as they watch you orgasm!!!!"
At this Melanie screamed which only sounded as a muffle and twisted her head trying to get away from the dominatrix as she came up to her with the hood extended in her arm. She pulled up Melanie's head quickly and strapped the hood into position. Then fastened it to the hooks in the table underneath, successfully securing Melanie's head to the table. Now Melanie was really in a bind, not able to see or move her head, the helplessness adding to her fear and humiliation. All she could see were the empty chairs that she knew would soon be filled with laughing, jeering, horny faces...
Suddenly the doorbell rang and Melanie tensed, she vowed to herself albeit shakily, that she would not move, no matter what happened. She would not be a show for these preverted people. And she would under no circumstances, cum in front of the entire internet world.
As the sounds of footsteps and laughter permeated through the room, Melanie, for some strange reason, kept playing that song in her head "Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games." She tried to stay still but the thought that all these people seeing her at her most vulnerable was deeply embarrassing .
"Dear friends, please take your seats. Tonight we have a special treat for you. This petite blonde beauty is here for all to enjoy. She will provide such entertainment that I guarantee you will be so aroused, you will want to (exuse the language) fuck the first thing you see, or your money back"
Titters of merriment could be heard and Melanie got her first view of the perverts sitting at her feet. Remarkably they looked just like you or I. Dressed rather conservatively for creeps, it was as if they wanted to increase Melanie's humiliation by covering up as much of their bodies as possible while she lay there totally naked. She jumped, well figuratively speaking seeing as she was completely immobile, as she felt a soft touch on her cheek. The dominatrix leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Ahh the fun is getting started." And before Melanie had time to react, the heavy gag was whipped from her mouth, only to be replaced with a whipple type ball gag that would enable Melanie to breathe and laugh and make sounds, but not to speak. "We dont want you not to be able to breath, my little slave. And we want to hear all that delicious laughter which will soon come spewing forth from your lovely throat."
Melanie found out that she could breathe easier. Big whoop she thought. Now there was complete silence. Unbeknownst to her the dominatrix had signaled her female slaves, alll equipped with various tickle tools, such as feathers, furs, q-tip pads, soft brushes, and of course finger nails. These lovely females came forward, anticipating touching teasing and tickling over the entire body of the 110lb Melanie. Melanie watched the crowd in front of her staring as if about to devour a huge feast. The dominatrix sat down in the front row seat, in plain view of her newly acquired tickle slave. She couldnt forget those cameras aimed at every part of her body or those mirrors with unseen eyes staring at her impending torture.
For one whole minute, which seemed like years to Melanie, nothing at all happened. She almost, but didnt, squirm, terrified, wondering when and where the first touch would occur, and also wondering if she would be able to keep her vow not to give these disgusting deviates the pleasure of seeing her twist and writhe.
She almost decided nothing was going to happen when she felt the first tickle. A fingertip slid down the length of her right side. She gave out a giggle and twisted to the left, but the fingertip glided back up her torso. She giggled again, and futilely tried to twist even further away, but could not. Melanie panicked, thinking "OMG I cant take this, how will I survive?" She strained every muscle trying to break free, completely abandoning the notion of staying still, that was impossible. But the restraints were unyielding. Looking at the audience, she saw them watching intensely and heard one man say "She is really really ticklish"
She next felt the five fingers of one hand wriggling and scrabbling up and down her side, soon joined by the same person's other hand. Now she was wildly laughing and desparately struggling, all thoughts of remaining motionless vanishing from her mind. Attempts to control her responses were utterly useless. Her body was out of control, bucking, twitching, her teased muscles quivering helplessly and sweat beginning to pour from her body.
It seemed to continue forever. Sometimes it seemed that only one person was tickling her. Sometimes it seemed like ten or twelve. Sometimes she knew it was fingers, sometimes she thought it was feathers, or something that felt like fur, or paint brushes such as artists use, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, or a combination of all or any of them at once. Someone discovered that her feet were super ticklish and from then on her desparately ticklish feet were not left alone. Fingertips on the balls, feathers between her toes, tongues on her arches. It was driving her mad. She no longer cared about the audience, tears were running down her tightly closed eyes, but no one could see because of her hood. It was not bad enough that they tortured her ticklish flesh, but they verbally taunted her. They made fun of her helplessness, how ticklish she was, how she couldnt stop them, how she was on view for the entire internet society to enjoy.
It was too much. Melanie felt she was being driven mad. She couldnt stand it any longer, but she couldnt stop the incessant tickling. Never in her life had she felt such despair, such helplessness, such utter lack of control. No wway to fight back, no way to escape, no where to hide, and worse of all no way to make herself stop laughing. She felt as if this had been going on forever, when in actuality it was probably thirty minutes. She was thinking it couldnt get any worse, when it did.
She squealed as she felt long fingernails touching her belly. They began on her belly , then moved to her armpits, and then began tickling the undersides of her breasts, and besides feeling horribly ticklish, this tickling made Melanie's nipples begin to swell!! She heard murmurs from the crowd saying "Look the slave likes it. Her nipples are getting hard" Melanie wanted to scream out that she didnt like it at all, in fact she hated it, but all that came out of her mouth was hysterical, insane laughter. Next she felt feathers twirling around and around her engorged nipples. She was furious, she twisted and turned as much as her restraints would allow, which wasnt much. She wanted to scream, to cuss, to swear, to yell and kick and scratch and punch. But all she could do was squirm a bit and feel her nipples swell even bigger. And to her dismay and against what she had planned, she felt herself getting turned on and becoming extremely horny.
Suddenly she screamed and jerked her hips a little, feeling a feather running lightly up and down her pussy. Someone had noticed her enlarged labia and was using two feathers to tickle them. Melanie wanted to sob at her utter humiliation, but all she could do was laugh and laugh. The feathers kept teasing her labia, very lightly tickling her to madness. The turn on was unbearable, and Melanie needed to cum, and there wasnt a thing she could do about it. What with the gag and the constant laughing, she couldnt utter the words to express how much she wanted to cum.
Whoever was tickling the lips of her pussy was carefully watching, and motioned for another person to come and tickle her clit, which was emerging from the protective hood. This person began tickling the head of her clit with two tiny artist's paint brushes, lightly tickling her defenseless, unbearably sensitive clit. This was the last straw. Melanie let out one long scream of agony, and the person tickling her clit realized she was in trouble, and took her fingers and flicked Melanie's clit over and over, bringing Melanie to a climax of such magnitude that she literally saw stars, arched up as much as she could, let out one huge cry of release, and mercifully passed out..
Melanie awoke, feeling worn out yet utterly safe. She felt strong arms wrapping around her, as if protecting her from harm. She suddenly remembered everything that had happened and tried to get up. The man holding her whispered softly in her ear, "My dear Melanie, you are safe now. No need to be frightened at all." Melanie looked up into the face of the man above her and cried out "Its you! Mikran the hammer its really you"
Mikran replied "Yes Melanie, the love you had for the character Mikran was so intense and so real, that you brought me to life. From a fictional character and hero of the stories you loved so much, your desire for me pushed through the boundaries of the pretend world into the real world just in time to save you. I heard your cry from your soul, and came alive. I rushed here to help you. Let me explain how I did this." Melanie laid her head back down into the crook of his protecting strong arm, and listened as he told the following brave ordeal which set her free.
"Although real now, I still possessed my magical powers. I had recently injured my hip, rescuing a maiden in distress who was being gang raped. I fought all four of those men and in the process received a debilitating injury to my hip, leaving me wheelchair bound for some time. Knowing that I would need all of my energies to save you and take down those who had captured you, I brewed up a magical herb that would give me 24 hours of walking ability and pain killers. This would leave me worse off afterwards, but you were worth it. I summoned up other men to help me and we first took out the outside sentries that were standing guard, using my 75 pound hunting bow and arrows and also fighting knife to knife. This was done silently and speedily , so as not to attract the attention of the people inside the room who were enjoying watching your humiliation.
Then we smashed down the door and came pouring in. Anyone who tried to resist was shot down like a dog. The dominatrix was sold to a south american slave brothel along with her slave women who looked worth it. The rest were tortured, not by tickling, but with pain to find out who had sold you to the dominatrix. After I found out who had sold you, that person was to be hunted down and executed like the vermin they were. I removed your hood and gag, and saw the tear soaked face of the woman of my dreams. I gathered you into my arms and brought you far away to my residence."
Melanie looked up at him again, this time with worship and love shining in her eyes. "I love you , Mikran, I always have." She shyly whispered. And with a hint of a smile she continued, " I know about how you make love to a woman, by tying them and tickling them as you bring them to multiple orgasms. I am feeling aroused now, and I can think of nothing I would like more, than for you to tie me and make love to me. One thing I found out while enduring that ordeal, tickling, when done by someone you love and trust, can be very arousing."
Mikran smiled down at her, held her ever closer and said " Melanie my love, your wish is my command"
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Melanie slowly woke up, and immediately upon awakening, she found that she was strapped, completely immobile to some sort of table. Her limbs were widely spread, legs far apart and arms over her head. A cold sensation made her realize she was completely nude. Blushing furiously, she also discovered that she was heavily gagged, and couldnt even utter a whimper. As her eyes adjusted to the bright lights throughtout the room, she noticed several video cameras surrounding her, pointing to various body parts, even her private parts.
Melanie's eyes widened in fear. "Where am I?" She thought. The last thing she remembered was going to bed the previous night. Lifting her head, which was the only part of her body with mobility, that and she could wiggle her fingers and toes, she was amazed to see mirrors covering the walls and ceiling, and chairs situated at the bottom of the table, as if in preparation for an audience. Melanie began shaking and trembling, wondering what was in store for her and whimpering behind her gag.
Hearing a noise, Melanie quickly turned her head towards a door, which she hadnt noticed previously. She was frightened to see the door knob slowly turning, and was utterly unprepared for the sight which met her astonished eyes. As the door opened further, it revealed a stunningly beautiful woman, statesque in appearance, and wearing a black leather cat suit, complete with thighhigh boots. Melanie's eyes about popped out of her head at this picture before her. The woman, moving with the elegance of a sleek cat, slowly approached the terrified Melanie.
"Ahhh I see my slave is finally awake." Melanie shook her head violently thinking, "What does she mean?"
"Yes you are my slave, and tonight you will be my star attraction. Do you see these cameras? The internet world will be very entertained tonight. And these chairs will soon hold several select friends of mine from the bdsm community, both women and men. The mirrors you see are two way mirrors, with those that cannot fit into this room still able to see everything that happens to you here tonight."
The dominatrix then flipped a nearby switch, and the video cameras came to life. Melanie was shocked and dismayed to see that every part of her nude bound body was on display on the various screens, and particularly one camera which showed a close up of her private parts made her blush even more.
"Now my dear little slave, to make this all more complete, I have a specially designed hood that will be placed over your eyes and strapped to the table behind you, leaving you entirely immobile. These are specially designed in that although you will not be able to see where and when you will be touched, you will see the faces of the members of the audience, as they laugh and taunt at you. You see my dear slave, unseen hands will be touching you everywhere, teasing you, and tickling you. You see you are not just any slave, I have bought you for a tickle slave , a tickle toy , for the amusement of myself and my friends."
At those words, Melanie became frantic. She was so horribly ticklish everywhere, that she could tickle her own feet and almost beg for herself to stop. She struggled fruitlessly against her restraints, she whimpered as loudly as she could behind her gag, her eyes pleading with fright not to do this. The dominatrix smiled a cruel smile and approached her, the hood in hand.
"Your squirming and twisting as much as you can will be all for the delight of the audience, which will become highly aroused as they watch your attempts to escape the ghostly fingers and as they watch you orgasm!!!!"
At this Melanie screamed which only sounded as a muffle and twisted her head trying to get away from the dominatrix as she came up to her with the hood extended in her arm. She pulled up Melanie's head quickly and strapped the hood into position. Then fastened it to the hooks in the table underneath, successfully securing Melanie's head to the table. Now Melanie was really in a bind, not able to see or move her head, the helplessness adding to her fear and humiliation. All she could see were the empty chairs that she knew would soon be filled with laughing, jeering, horny faces...
Suddenly the doorbell rang and Melanie tensed, she vowed to herself albeit shakily, that she would not move, no matter what happened. She would not be a show for these preverted people. And she would under no circumstances, cum in front of the entire internet world.
As the sounds of footsteps and laughter permeated through the room, Melanie, for some strange reason, kept playing that song in her head "Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games." She tried to stay still but the thought that all these people seeing her at her most vulnerable was deeply embarrassing .
"Dear friends, please take your seats. Tonight we have a special treat for you. This petite blonde beauty is here for all to enjoy. She will provide such entertainment that I guarantee you will be so aroused, you will want to (exuse the language) fuck the first thing you see, or your money back"
Titters of merriment could be heard and Melanie got her first view of the perverts sitting at her feet. Remarkably they looked just like you or I. Dressed rather conservatively for creeps, it was as if they wanted to increase Melanie's humiliation by covering up as much of their bodies as possible while she lay there totally naked. She jumped, well figuratively speaking seeing as she was completely immobile, as she felt a soft touch on her cheek. The dominatrix leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Ahh the fun is getting started." And before Melanie had time to react, the heavy gag was whipped from her mouth, only to be replaced with a whipple type ball gag that would enable Melanie to breathe and laugh and make sounds, but not to speak. "We dont want you not to be able to breath, my little slave. And we want to hear all that delicious laughter which will soon come spewing forth from your lovely throat."
Melanie found out that she could breathe easier. Big whoop she thought. Now there was complete silence. Unbeknownst to her the dominatrix had signaled her female slaves, alll equipped with various tickle tools, such as feathers, furs, q-tip pads, soft brushes, and of course finger nails. These lovely females came forward, anticipating touching teasing and tickling over the entire body of the 110lb Melanie. Melanie watched the crowd in front of her staring as if about to devour a huge feast. The dominatrix sat down in the front row seat, in plain view of her newly acquired tickle slave. She couldnt forget those cameras aimed at every part of her body or those mirrors with unseen eyes staring at her impending torture.
For one whole minute, which seemed like years to Melanie, nothing at all happened. She almost, but didnt, squirm, terrified, wondering when and where the first touch would occur, and also wondering if she would be able to keep her vow not to give these disgusting deviates the pleasure of seeing her twist and writhe.
She almost decided nothing was going to happen when she felt the first tickle. A fingertip slid down the length of her right side. She gave out a giggle and twisted to the left, but the fingertip glided back up her torso. She giggled again, and futilely tried to twist even further away, but could not. Melanie panicked, thinking "OMG I cant take this, how will I survive?" She strained every muscle trying to break free, completely abandoning the notion of staying still, that was impossible. But the restraints were unyielding. Looking at the audience, she saw them watching intensely and heard one man say "She is really really ticklish"
She next felt the five fingers of one hand wriggling and scrabbling up and down her side, soon joined by the same person's other hand. Now she was wildly laughing and desparately struggling, all thoughts of remaining motionless vanishing from her mind. Attempts to control her responses were utterly useless. Her body was out of control, bucking, twitching, her teased muscles quivering helplessly and sweat beginning to pour from her body.
It seemed to continue forever. Sometimes it seemed that only one person was tickling her. Sometimes it seemed like ten or twelve. Sometimes she knew it was fingers, sometimes she thought it was feathers, or something that felt like fur, or paint brushes such as artists use, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, or a combination of all or any of them at once. Someone discovered that her feet were super ticklish and from then on her desparately ticklish feet were not left alone. Fingertips on the balls, feathers between her toes, tongues on her arches. It was driving her mad. She no longer cared about the audience, tears were running down her tightly closed eyes, but no one could see because of her hood. It was not bad enough that they tortured her ticklish flesh, but they verbally taunted her. They made fun of her helplessness, how ticklish she was, how she couldnt stop them, how she was on view for the entire internet society to enjoy.
It was too much. Melanie felt she was being driven mad. She couldnt stand it any longer, but she couldnt stop the incessant tickling. Never in her life had she felt such despair, such helplessness, such utter lack of control. No wway to fight back, no way to escape, no where to hide, and worse of all no way to make herself stop laughing. She felt as if this had been going on forever, when in actuality it was probably thirty minutes. She was thinking it couldnt get any worse, when it did.
She squealed as she felt long fingernails touching her belly. They began on her belly , then moved to her armpits, and then began tickling the undersides of her breasts, and besides feeling horribly ticklish, this tickling made Melanie's nipples begin to swell!! She heard murmurs from the crowd saying "Look the slave likes it. Her nipples are getting hard" Melanie wanted to scream out that she didnt like it at all, in fact she hated it, but all that came out of her mouth was hysterical, insane laughter. Next she felt feathers twirling around and around her engorged nipples. She was furious, she twisted and turned as much as her restraints would allow, which wasnt much. She wanted to scream, to cuss, to swear, to yell and kick and scratch and punch. But all she could do was squirm a bit and feel her nipples swell even bigger. And to her dismay and against what she had planned, she felt herself getting turned on and becoming extremely horny.
Suddenly she screamed and jerked her hips a little, feeling a feather running lightly up and down her pussy. Someone had noticed her enlarged labia and was using two feathers to tickle them. Melanie wanted to sob at her utter humiliation, but all she could do was laugh and laugh. The feathers kept teasing her labia, very lightly tickling her to madness. The turn on was unbearable, and Melanie needed to cum, and there wasnt a thing she could do about it. What with the gag and the constant laughing, she couldnt utter the words to express how much she wanted to cum.
Whoever was tickling the lips of her pussy was carefully watching, and motioned for another person to come and tickle her clit, which was emerging from the protective hood. This person began tickling the head of her clit with two tiny artist's paint brushes, lightly tickling her defenseless, unbearably sensitive clit. This was the last straw. Melanie let out one long scream of agony, and the person tickling her clit realized she was in trouble, and took her fingers and flicked Melanie's clit over and over, bringing Melanie to a climax of such magnitude that she literally saw stars, arched up as much as she could, let out one huge cry of release, and mercifully passed out..
Melanie awoke, feeling worn out yet utterly safe. She felt strong arms wrapping around her, as if protecting her from harm. She suddenly remembered everything that had happened and tried to get up. The man holding her whispered softly in her ear, "My dear Melanie, you are safe now. No need to be frightened at all." Melanie looked up into the face of the man above her and cried out "Its you! Mikran the hammer its really you"
Mikran replied "Yes Melanie, the love you had for the character Mikran was so intense and so real, that you brought me to life. From a fictional character and hero of the stories you loved so much, your desire for me pushed through the boundaries of the pretend world into the real world just in time to save you. I heard your cry from your soul, and came alive. I rushed here to help you. Let me explain how I did this." Melanie laid her head back down into the crook of his protecting strong arm, and listened as he told the following brave ordeal which set her free.
"Although real now, I still possessed my magical powers. I had recently injured my hip, rescuing a maiden in distress who was being gang raped. I fought all four of those men and in the process received a debilitating injury to my hip, leaving me wheelchair bound for some time. Knowing that I would need all of my energies to save you and take down those who had captured you, I brewed up a magical herb that would give me 24 hours of walking ability and pain killers. This would leave me worse off afterwards, but you were worth it. I summoned up other men to help me and we first took out the outside sentries that were standing guard, using my 75 pound hunting bow and arrows and also fighting knife to knife. This was done silently and speedily , so as not to attract the attention of the people inside the room who were enjoying watching your humiliation.
Then we smashed down the door and came pouring in. Anyone who tried to resist was shot down like a dog. The dominatrix was sold to a south american slave brothel along with her slave women who looked worth it. The rest were tortured, not by tickling, but with pain to find out who had sold you to the dominatrix. After I found out who had sold you, that person was to be hunted down and executed like the vermin they were. I removed your hood and gag, and saw the tear soaked face of the woman of my dreams. I gathered you into my arms and brought you far away to my residence."
Melanie looked up at him again, this time with worship and love shining in her eyes. "I love you , Mikran, I always have." She shyly whispered. And with a hint of a smile she continued, " I know about how you make love to a woman, by tying them and tickling them as you bring them to multiple orgasms. I am feeling aroused now, and I can think of nothing I would like more, than for you to tie me and make love to me. One thing I found out while enduring that ordeal, tickling, when done by someone you love and trust, can be very arousing."
Mikran smiled down at her, held her ever closer and said " Melanie my love, your wish is my command"
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