Duke Diablo
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Ok, guys, do you know those stories that linger in your head, and you just have to write them? Well, this one was that for me. It was also an experiment, and a different take on the classical 'thief gets caught and tickled for info' story. I wanted to create a tickle-story with no actual tickling in it.
I hope I succeeded, even partially, and that you will enjoy it. 🙂
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Thief's fantasy
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"My patience is wearing thin, you know?" , The voice of her interrogator rang inside Ling's mind, trying to pry the information out of her for... hours now? Yes - Ling decided it would definitely be hours, maybe even a whole day she'd spend alone with her interrogator, held helpless in tight, confining restraints: a beautiful x-frame with long leather sleeves instead of cuffs, to prevent any kind of movement of her arms or legs, complete with binding for the for the forehead and neck, making any movement of the head impossible. And the blindfold... that evil blindfold shut Ling's vision off, further increasing the captive's sensitivity.
"Why not just tell me everything?", The voice in Ling's head was that of the alluring, beautiful inspector Trianna Dalin. That very beautiful, velvet voice that Ling remembered echoing from the television whenever the gorgeous elf brunette would give statements on TV after a brilliantly solved crime was now sending shivers down her spine - so soft and loving, yet so strict and powerful, further enhanced by the two feathers slowly dragging themselves up and down, all along the length of Ling's womanhood, just left and right of her love-crevice, never touching it.
"Please... hehehe... I'm telling the truth!" , Ling pleads out desperately and honestly among plentiful moans and giggles, her whole body showing the strain of what those feathers are putting her through. However, despite all her efforts, the tight bondage prevails, and her wet womanhood is left wanting, edging orgasm for too long a time. "I work alone! I swear!"
However, Ling knows that her answer doesn't please the interrogator.
"Do I need to place the gag back on you, drag this on for another hour?", the sheer evil in Trianna's seductive voice kills even the tiniest hope her captive held that maybe, just maybe, honesty would haggle out some sort of reprieve - to stop the tickling, or to achieve orgasm, Ling no longer cares. "This is a long time to be denied orgasm and tickled... maybe I should make you pass out again, so we can start over, for the fourth time now."
"No! Please! *moan* DON'T!!!! - hehe - PLEEEAA - *aaah* - SEEEE!!! " , Ling is crying amidst her utterly desperate pleas and screams for mercy, every now and then interrupted by the weary, lustful moan, and a light giggle, too exhausted by the many hours of torture for anything else, the sheer amount of fear being the only thing making yelling possible. "I work alone! I swear! I - aaaahhhhh - sweheheheheaaaaarrr!!!!"
"Not good enough." Tanara's voice doesn't show even a trace of mercy as a gag is placed on Ling's mouth. With a soft sigh, she continues her advance towards the other girl's shivering body: "Seems there will be round five after all - in an hour or two..."
The torture goes on...
And with that wonderfully ominous thought, Ling returned from her fantasies and back into reality. A reality in which she was in perfect place to begin one more of her famous heists, in which she would give the beautiful inspector a chance to catch her - but not so easily.
Lovely Trianna would have to work hard if she wanted to catch the infamous Shadow Fang.
Looking down on the guards below her, Ling took a long, steady breath. Just as she suspected, the Star of Kyrrandia was well guarded. So many guards that could easily spot an intruder, sensors that would lock the whole building down if someone just touched them, and all those magical traps that just awaited a clumsy or unaware thief to spring them, and remain nice and stuck until police would get them... and on top of that, all those cameras just waiting for someone uninvited to come and be spotted.
Yess... Ling knew that being discovered by just one of those security devices or personnel would mean she would get caught immediately.
That thought made her tremble lightly... and work her best to prevent a moan from escaping her full lips.
Looking around the room from the openings in the ventilation duct, Ling used her scanner to run one last check on the magical traps before slowly descending to the lower level, all the while imagining how it would feel to be caught in one... be immobilized by it, and immediately swarmed by the guards, their many strong hands holding her in place as they would bind her, forcing her to stay still until she is taken to imprisonment. Just thinking about it made something tingle in the beautiful thief's belly as she kept to the wall, silent like a whisper in the wind, avoiding the sights of the guards, cameras, magical traps and sensors with the skill of a master of stealth that she was. The very skills that got her the nickname of Shadow Fang; the first part coming from her renowned skill at avoiding detection and procuring anything she wanted... and the second part coming from the set of small fangs she hosted, making people mistake her for a vampire. Of course, Ling was not one of them, the fangs (and they weren't really fangs, according to Ling... merely a wee bit longer teeth) merely being the only heritage of her orcish great-grandmother, just as there was a hint of elvish in her eyes from her great-grandfather. The two traits only added to the woman's beauty, giving her an interesting, exotic look.
Slowly and silently, Ling travelled through the shadows, evading the eyes of the rather careless guards, her form never disturbing the objectives of cleverly placed cameras, and her nimble feet avoiding sensors and magical traps with such ease that it seemed as if she was taking a stroll through the park. Those four days she spent studying the plans of the building carefully, remembering the position of each and every camera - each and every alarm, trap trigger, and anything else this personnel handbook would have written in it, to ensure a clumsy or unaware employee doesn't accidentally trigger an alarm... or lose a limb or two, really paid off. And all the while, Ling was hoping there would be one trap she couldn't find... one guard that would turn around and notice her... one person that would be able to enslave her.
However, such a person - or such a trap, has yet to appear.
Only once through the crossing of the lobby did Ling ever come close to getting caught: while stepping over a sensor, her wishes of getting caught in its light interfered with her concentration just enough for the beautiful Asian to forget the magical trap in front of her for a split second, her foot moving to a safe spot when it was only millimetres away from the trap's grip. As startled as she was by the sudden revelation of the trap under her foot, Ling couldn't help but feel slight weakness in her knees and a warm sensation in her loins. That was close...
As close as it was, it was not meant to be. While she wanted to be captured, Ling the Shadow Fang was a professional first and foremost, and would never let them catch her because of a childish mistake on her part. No - if they wanted to get her, they would have to work hard for it, and she wasn't about to make it easy on them.
Going through the museum's lobby, many thoughts brimmed in Ling's head. It was quiet... too quiet. She didn't see any traps or alarms here, except a silly obvious one. Was that The One trap to send her to her doom, and capture? She saw it all...
Her gracious form unknowingly placing itself in the trap's merciless embrace. Alarms going off all over the place, summoning a swarm of guards to storm the helpless, captive thief. Oh, yes... and then, the interrogation room. Ling saw herself trapped, various devices holding her bare body captive: her petite frame spread out in the air, its supple skin fully offered to her inquisitor to do as he or she pleases.
Oh, yes... Ling could almost feel the tormentor's gentle touch as, in her fantasy, she was being tortured not by pain, but by the tender touch of feathers and fingers. Slowly, but surely, tickled nearly to insanity, way past her limits and more... there was nothing that the beautiful woman craved more. Of course, she knew that reality would certainly be different, as they would probably use more 'conventional means in interrogating her, but a girl could fantasize.
As her silent crawl across the room continued, Ling kept on dreaming about her mysterious captor; all shrouded in darkness, invisible through the blindfold over her eyes, the only sensation Ling would feel is the analytic touch upon her body. The feather slowly dancing on her completely immobile, soft sole, driving her crazy, making her crave reprieve... but also crave more. She could already see her soles stretched out taut by tying her toes back to a sturdy set of stocks, and a pair of feathers - one for each sole - dragging themselves from her round, fleshy heels, slowly up across the curved lines of her arches, across the hill of the balls of her feet, and all the way up to the tip of the toe. There, they would remain for a few strokes to tease the sensitive digits before torturously slowly descending back to her heel again, going through the process over and over, each time choosing a different toe to end with... a different toe to torment.
Ling could feel the slight tingling in the bottoms of her feet as she continued to cross the room -such a powerful erogenous zone they were that just thinking about being tickled, even touched there, made the beautiful thief wet. And in her fantasy, her interrogator, this time unknown, and not Trianna, was using that very erogenous zone against her: stimulating her soles in that slow, torturous, ticklish way, making her not only squeal in laughter, but also moan in lust.
Time and again, the tormentor would take Ling to the brink of orgasm using the devious feathers on her beautiful soles, the gag in her mouth, earplugs in her ears, and blindfold over her eyes making sure the sensation would be the only one the punished beauty felt - the sensation on her soles would be the only thing existing in Ling's universe, so torturous, yet so beautiful. In time, she knew, she would surrender to it fully, let her body freely hate and enjoy it at the same time. However, every time she would get on the brink of orgasm, the soft caresses of feathers upon her soles would stop, if only for a few precious moments needed to put the orgasm out of Ling's reach. Then, wasting not a moment of time, the evil, soft touch would return, carrying promises of paradise that would long be forbidden to her.
The fantasy that had her panties long since dampened by now continued. Ling was struggling hard to keep her body in check, to prevent moans from escaping those beautiful, full lips of hers that left many a man wanting to kiss them, the well-sculpted, graceful form of the female thief continuing down the long hall, now nearing its end, her step seeming unobstructed despite the real inner struggle. Ling saw her tormentor offering her a release: at the evening of every day, she would be allowed a single orgasm, she fantasized... and what an orgasm it would be. After a whole day of craving it... after the whole day of feeling her entire body set ablaze by the erotic sensation, but never being allowed that final culmination of what would be the only thing her brain could focus on, Ling knew her orgasm would be so intense every time that she would be feeling the pleasure coursing through her like a wild river crushing the dam that had been holding it for far too long.
Just thinking about the sheer intensity of sensation that would overwhelm her senses made Ling fall down on her knees, struggling hard not to slide her hand into her black suit and start pleasuring herself right there. She knew she couldn't do that, but her body would listen to her no more: she needed some sort of outlet, however small it was, before she could go on. This was a safe spot for her rest, she knew from the plans but, ever the professional, Ling set up a motion detector and a magical sentry just in case.
Ling allowed herself a few silent moans, followed by deep breathing to regain focus. She couldn't allow herself to be caught this way... no, if they are to catch her, it would be because they outsmarted her, not because she made a child's mistake. However... she could not get up so soon, either.
Her whole body felt weak - drained of strength by the sheer pleasure coursing throughout her, making her tremble. The firm, captivating touch of leather sleeves on her hands and legs stealing her mobility, the evil pair of feathers on her soles driving her crazy, the sensation of being thoroughly broken - Ling could almost feel all of it.
So good... it felt so good, yet it was a wrong sensation to be feeling in this kind of place. Ling summoned up all of her willpower and took a few deep breaths, calming the fire that burned inside of her. She was a professional, after all - she knew that, if she planned to get out without getting caught, her body would have to listen to her. She let the fantasy stay, but only as a distant whisper - not nearly enough to dull her attention or reflexes.
Her body back under control, Ling packed her gadgets, got to her feet again, and entered the next room - a wide room featuring many exhibits from the era of second industrial revolution. There were only two guards, and both seemed asleep, thinking the thick laser field backed up with a pair of motion-detecting snares a solid enough defence. True, there were no really valuable items in the room, and the only thing they were protecting was the hallway that led closer to the ultimate prize: Star of Kyrrandia.
Inside, Ling felt a little bit disappointed, chugging on a potion of greater invisibility just in case. Then, activating the nano-machines on her specially-designed gloves and shoes, she crept up the wall like a spider, taking to the ceiling. Now... that took care of the laser field. However, there was still this small matter of motion detectors. The guards' positions made it all easier: one was sleeping right next to the hallway.
Ling positioned herself directly above that guard, and calmed down perfectly, her fantasies of being captured and exposed, tied to that very chair on which the guard was sleeping and ravished until the officials came to pick her up were minor indeed. To lose to two guards who are fast asleep - no chance, she knew. Thus, Ling steadied herself, slowly standing upside-down above the guard, knocking his hat off gently. It fell off - a completely small and natural movement, seeming purely coincidental.
That was not what the sensors detected, though - the alarms went off, and both guards wake up. The whole room lit up, and the security went into full alert.
"Huh?!", Michael the guard asked, looking around in utmost confusion, as the alarm went off. He saw his comrade Nathanel already prepared, stun baton in one hand, flashlight in the other.
The alarm was ringing... who or what caused this?
"Wing W-2, I have alarms going off at your station!" , a male voice screeched over intercom. "Report your status!"
"By the Gods, Michael!", Nathanael suddenly said with a sigh of relief, after a long, uncomfortable silence, the two guards looking around. "It's just your hat."
Michael looked around, and smiled uncomfortably, feeling stupid. He, too, blew a sigh of relief as he turned around to see his hat laying in the laser field.
"It's nothing. False alarm", he reported over the intercom. "Turn off the field so I can get my hat."
[/i]"All right. Turning off security for W-2. Be quick about this." [/i] The voice on the communicator wasn't pleased in the least by the guard's clumsiness, but sounded glad that it was only a false alarm, instead of something serious... say, an intruder.
"All right...", Michael said as he waited for the laser field and motion detectors to be shut off. Lazily, he picked up his hat, and returned to his post, never noticing the invisible woman who strolled right past him and across the hall. "Ok. All clear now."
Again, Michael went back to sleep, oblivious to the real reason of his 'accident', and of the intruder who, by the time security lit up again, was far away by now.
Too easy, Ling thought as she hurried her stroll down the corridor, past the obnoxious motion detectors. Laser fields were easy to pass - she could just walk on the ceiling and be done with it. With the invisibility spell, she could just stroll through the field, even. However, motion detectors could sense her movements from anywhere in the corridor, and would trigger a full-scale alarm if she tried to crawl through. The stupid guard and his hat only made it all easier for her to bypass them, though.
The beautiful thief purred in joy as the security system turned itself back on just as she stepped outside of its reach. For a moment, she entertained a thought of being caught in the middle of the field. A seductive thought, but short and quickly dismissed.
Also, Ling could have easily killed both guards without anyone noticing, and used her knowledge of hacking to heighten the clearance on them and take the alarms out easily, but killing was against her principles. Ling was in this for the excitement, not the money. She refused to kill another, except when saving her own life.
What quickly occupied the woman's attention was the sudden feeling of emptiness that started to crawl under her skin. It was a feeling like when you look at a photo, and someone - or something - who you know should be there, isn't. Ling knew it all too well - she was in a no-magic zone, an artificially created hole in Anima. The beautiful thief shook in disgust - she hated those zones in which everything deeply connected with nature died.
With a disgusted expression tainting the otherwise flawless beauty of her face, the thief took note of the sensors and cameras in the room, and started pulling through.
Finally out, Ling noted with a happy sigh, so glad to be rid of the no-magic zone. She despised those places – so dead and void of life. Getting caught in them – even Ling loathed the idea.
However, all those thoughts were washed away in an instant, as Ling beheld the ultimate prize before her: Star of Kyrrandia. The goal was finally before her eyes, as were the security measures.
Excitement welled up inside Ling. Her lower lip trembled, and her knees felt weak.
Just look at all those traps, Ling couldn’t help but watch in awe. This was really going to be a tough one, she knew. So tough... so easy to fall into one of those traps. So easy to be captured...
Ling knelt and surrendered to the thoughts that overflowed her mind. For a few moments, the thief surrendered to her fantasies.
She could see it all again. Even though, in her fantasy, she was not viewing things from her own eyes, but from the side, everything still felt as real as if she was really there.
She could see her captor, a black silhouette that could belong to any race or gender, fastening her to a table, stretched taut and completely naked, helpless. The blindfold that would steal her vision was fixed to the table, thus fixing her head in place. The leather collar around her neck, also fastened to the table, completed the immobilization. A gag would be placed in her mouth, making her unable to talk at first.
She could see the twin feathers her captor would be using on her, slowly dragging themselves across the silky skin of her flat tummy, her ribs, and just around her breasts. She could feel the tickling – the evil, beautiful tickling that would have her giggling into the gag, suffering, but also loving every moment of it.
The punishment for stealing. This would be hers. She would be forced to take the tickling – the slow, maddening tickling – for hours to come. Never would her captor allow her release, whether from the torture, or sexual one. Slowly, but surely, the grand ball of the feathers on her skin would strip her of defences, layer by layer. Fear, desperation, defiance... all of these would slowly give way to the sensual feelings that the feathers would evoke. As hard as she would try to deny or block them, in time, Ling would surrender to the subtle, erotic impulses, letting them enslave her.
The feathers would be everywhere on her torso: dancing over her ribs, slowly caressing and counting them at one time, only to go on and draw long, unending lines on her belly, or dip into her bellybutton and slowly probe there. And then, just as the first lines of her mental defences would be breached, they would go on to tickle her breasts.
In slow, seductive circles, the feathers would circle on Ling’s perky breasts, teasingly slowly approaching the areas of the nipples. Any mental defences the beautiful thief could have made would quickly erode under such assault. More and more, with each decrease of the radius of the circles, no matter how minor, Ling’s resolve would be peeled off by a layer. By the time the feathers would come to touch the edges of the captive’s nipples, the captor would have had a willing, moaning victim.
For the next moments, too short for both Ling and her mysterious torturer, the feather would be dancing on those willing, sensitive mounds of flesh. Every touch would send electric impulses all through Ling’s body, wracking her concentration and destroying her resolve. Very soon, her whole body and mind would surrender to the beautiful touch, ask more of it.
Just as she would be so aroused, so close to achieving that final, beautiful release, the feathers would stop. Then, wasting no time, the captor would bind her jaw with a silk strap, thus shutting it tightly. The tickling would then continue, on her lips, slow and seductive. Just a single feather, slowly dancing across those full, bloody-red lips of her, driving her crazy in all the best and worst ways. Despite the frantic dance of her lips to try and evade the devious feather, it would always find them, crushing any hope of escape.
Time would slowly pass, and the feather’s dance would continue, cruel, casual, and never-ending. Seconds... minutes... hours, would turn into grains of sand and slowly pass, each of them carrying a tale of sweet suffering for the beautiful thief. Her defences already broken once, Ling would eventually succumb to the whims of the evil feather. She would giver herself over to her tormentor to do as he or she pleased, her will slowly eroded to the point of snapping.
Over time, under the gentle guidance of the feather, Ling’s full lips would transform into a powerful erogenous zone. Gently, on the tiptoe, each stroke would sneak in a tender, barely-felt erotic impulse – would make a single scratch on the fortress of Ling’s will. Small as they would be, combined together in such a great number, those very impulses would definitely break Ling yet again, as many times as it took... or as many times as her tormentor decided. Each stroke would feel as a piece of heaven and hell, combined in a beautiful, torturous harmony.
And Ling knew that, in this torturous hell, she would find true fulfilment.
Ling had to stop fantasizing now, for her whole body was shaking, trembling under the powerful waves of sensations that washed over her body. She had to get up... she had to find the strength for it, to fight the powerful urges that threatened to take control of her consciousness – of her very being. At this point, her strong willpower alone was preventing her from just reaching into her panties and finishing herself off.
Instead, Ling got up and concentrated. She fixed her eyes on the prize, focused hard on it. All the erotic drive had to go for now, making way for razor-sharp concentration and cat-like reflexes. The thoughts of capture, as sweet as they were, had to be put on hold. At least for now.
And with that, the exotic beauty steeled herself, the gaze in her dark eyes that of a predator gazing at a prey that is about to be caught.
Getting the gem wasn't easy. Even Ling, with all her skill, was only saved by luck from getting caught on a few occasions. Even worse, each time she would come so close to disaster, a new wave of erotic current washed through Ling's body, further impairing her mobility. By the time she was out of the laser field, gem in her pocket, the beautiful thief felt the primal instincts take control of her. The lust... need... craving for imprisonment, and the sheer excitement and closeness of it, along with having to force herself into denying the fulfilment of her greatest fantasy, created a powerful mix in the exotic thief. Every elegant movement was also a battle to stop her own body from willingly springing the trap.
And yet, her professionalism prevailed. Ling managed to block out those lustful impulses from taking over her. She managed to defeat her worst enemy - herself - and finish the task. However, she was now feeling the effect of holding it all in for so long.
The sensations... the erotic feelings - Ling could feel them all returning, enhanced manifold, so strong that they almost made her fall to the ground. Such was the force of the wildfire of sensations spreading through her body that Ling's vision became blurry. The beautiful thief's stride became clumsy and awkward, her mind and body too taken up in the beautiful sensations to focus on walking normally. For all her professionalism and skill, Ling was still human - she had limits. And, right now, the limit of how strong erotic impulses and fantasies she could control without repercussions was passed.
Ling steadied herself and looked around. She found a nice, quiet corner and Taking a deep breath, Ling quickly took off her black clothes, which were specifically designed for stealth and served her well on the field, but would make her stick out like a sore thumb in public. She changed into camo baggy pants, white sneakers, and olive-green, tight top. Completely unremarkable clothes which would make it easy for her to blend into crowds, should the need arise. Of course, Ling had to work hard to prevent herself from undressing completely and pleasuring herself right there, on the spot.
Deciding she had no time for hanging around to recompose herself, Ling quickly opened up the other end of the dimension door, connecting her to the nearby parking lot. Unfortunate thing with the dimension doors was that they were easily tracked, so she couldn't link the door to her apartment. Also, one needed to set up both ends of the portal, so she couldn't just set up the door to lead her into the room with the jewel. But, as far as means of escape go, dimension doors were useful.
Again, it was Ling's professionalism and pure willpower that made her change so quickly, and leave the museum without looking back, jewel in backpack.
At three in the morning, a beautiful Asian woman appearing in a parking lot out of nowhere would raise quite a few eyebrows. At three in the morning, there was nobody to see her, though.
Ling knew that, so she made haste in coming to her car and quickly driving away to her apartment.
She needed to get to her place, and fast. The promise of fulfilment that had been denied to her for so long was clawing away at her conscience, at her sanity. Like a wild river about to break through the dam, or a wild beast about to burst out of its cage, the sensations inside Ling raged for release. They slowly ate away at Ling's reflexes and at her vision. Her hands were trembling lightly, her grip of the wheel unsteady. This was the time to be careful: in this state, driving fast wasn't safe. On the other hand, she had to arrive home soon, or else she'd lose her mind.
The thought of pulling over somewhere and just finishing herself off in the car came to the trembling thief's mind many times, but each time she managed to chase it off. At the point she was now, she would probably scream during her release... she needed to scream during that beautiful release. Even at 3am, there was a significant risk of someone seeing her. Also, she didn't want this beautiful sensation that she had immersed herself fully in to end in such a simple, barbaric way. No... she wanted to do this right, Ling told herself, strengthening the grip on the steering wheel, and continuing the drive home.
All the while, the erotic sensations went wild in her, as images of being thoroughly broken, forced into complete and total submission, overflowed the young woman's mind.
The street went blurrier by the moment.
It took Ling almost five minutes to unlock her apartment, so strong was her shaking. The lustful urges within her were so strong that they sapped her legs of all their strength, left her body powerless, clumsy and weak under such a beautiful onslaught. Strength, reflexes, vision... everything was being slowly sapped from her by the fireworks she felt within her body: a beautiful festivity of purest lust and passion.
Clumsy like a child, Ling stumbled into her apartment and locked the door behind her. Then, she fell to her knees, her full lips letting go of a lustful moan.
She was safe now.
Nobody caught her tonight. Yet again, there was nobody capable of conquering her. Again, there would be no powerful, sexy torturer, no devious, brutal, and oh-so-beautiful tortures wracking both her mind and body.
Well... not completely true, Ling noted with a smirk.
"Computer... activate the Torture program type six: tickle-torture", Ling invoked the all-too-familiar command, immediately seeing and feeling the robotic arms coming out of the ceiling and walls of the room, removing her clothes with perfect precision and restraining her right away. Within a few moments, Ling was completely naked, her clothes replaced by padded leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles. Then, with no lesser precision, Ling was suspended in the air, spread-eagle, her limbs connected to the walls of the room.
The beautiful, lithe body of the master thief gave a final struggle to the bonds before a blissfully happy smile appeared on its owner's face. The deep blushing of her crimson cheeks, the hardened state of her nipples, the sensual, lustful moves of her body, and the flood coming from the woman's nether regions haven't even begun to describe the level of sensations that were overwhelming her.
"Torture program one: tickling and orgasm denial. Duration: six hours." As she was ordering her fate for the next several hours, Ling's voice was shaky, each word sounding more like an erotic moan than an actual, coherent word. "Torture program two: tickling and forced orgasms. Repeat for: seven orgasms. Additional options: blindfold, gag."
A powerful, beautiful sense of terror came over Ling as her world blacked out, her vision stolen by the black bandana that the robotic arms tied around her eyes, and she could feel the computer's feeler attach itself to the back of her neck, monitoring her vital signs and neural responses, thus making sure the program executes efficiently. The last few words she spoke out before the gag was put into place filled her with dread and sent shivers of ecstasy from her head to her toes at the same time:
"Relinquishing voice control until the sequence had been completed."
And with that, the gag was in place, and the torture was about to begin. It was going to be a long, beautiful night, Ling knew.
I hope I succeeded, even partially, and that you will enjoy it. 🙂
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Thief's fantasy
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"My patience is wearing thin, you know?" , The voice of her interrogator rang inside Ling's mind, trying to pry the information out of her for... hours now? Yes - Ling decided it would definitely be hours, maybe even a whole day she'd spend alone with her interrogator, held helpless in tight, confining restraints: a beautiful x-frame with long leather sleeves instead of cuffs, to prevent any kind of movement of her arms or legs, complete with binding for the for the forehead and neck, making any movement of the head impossible. And the blindfold... that evil blindfold shut Ling's vision off, further increasing the captive's sensitivity.
"Why not just tell me everything?", The voice in Ling's head was that of the alluring, beautiful inspector Trianna Dalin. That very beautiful, velvet voice that Ling remembered echoing from the television whenever the gorgeous elf brunette would give statements on TV after a brilliantly solved crime was now sending shivers down her spine - so soft and loving, yet so strict and powerful, further enhanced by the two feathers slowly dragging themselves up and down, all along the length of Ling's womanhood, just left and right of her love-crevice, never touching it.
"Please... hehehe... I'm telling the truth!" , Ling pleads out desperately and honestly among plentiful moans and giggles, her whole body showing the strain of what those feathers are putting her through. However, despite all her efforts, the tight bondage prevails, and her wet womanhood is left wanting, edging orgasm for too long a time. "I work alone! I swear!"
However, Ling knows that her answer doesn't please the interrogator.
"Do I need to place the gag back on you, drag this on for another hour?", the sheer evil in Trianna's seductive voice kills even the tiniest hope her captive held that maybe, just maybe, honesty would haggle out some sort of reprieve - to stop the tickling, or to achieve orgasm, Ling no longer cares. "This is a long time to be denied orgasm and tickled... maybe I should make you pass out again, so we can start over, for the fourth time now."
"No! Please! *moan* DON'T!!!! - hehe - PLEEEAA - *aaah* - SEEEE!!! " , Ling is crying amidst her utterly desperate pleas and screams for mercy, every now and then interrupted by the weary, lustful moan, and a light giggle, too exhausted by the many hours of torture for anything else, the sheer amount of fear being the only thing making yelling possible. "I work alone! I swear! I - aaaahhhhh - sweheheheheaaaaarrr!!!!"
"Not good enough." Tanara's voice doesn't show even a trace of mercy as a gag is placed on Ling's mouth. With a soft sigh, she continues her advance towards the other girl's shivering body: "Seems there will be round five after all - in an hour or two..."
The torture goes on...
And with that wonderfully ominous thought, Ling returned from her fantasies and back into reality. A reality in which she was in perfect place to begin one more of her famous heists, in which she would give the beautiful inspector a chance to catch her - but not so easily.
Lovely Trianna would have to work hard if she wanted to catch the infamous Shadow Fang.
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Looking down on the guards below her, Ling took a long, steady breath. Just as she suspected, the Star of Kyrrandia was well guarded. So many guards that could easily spot an intruder, sensors that would lock the whole building down if someone just touched them, and all those magical traps that just awaited a clumsy or unaware thief to spring them, and remain nice and stuck until police would get them... and on top of that, all those cameras just waiting for someone uninvited to come and be spotted.
Yess... Ling knew that being discovered by just one of those security devices or personnel would mean she would get caught immediately.
That thought made her tremble lightly... and work her best to prevent a moan from escaping her full lips.
Looking around the room from the openings in the ventilation duct, Ling used her scanner to run one last check on the magical traps before slowly descending to the lower level, all the while imagining how it would feel to be caught in one... be immobilized by it, and immediately swarmed by the guards, their many strong hands holding her in place as they would bind her, forcing her to stay still until she is taken to imprisonment. Just thinking about it made something tingle in the beautiful thief's belly as she kept to the wall, silent like a whisper in the wind, avoiding the sights of the guards, cameras, magical traps and sensors with the skill of a master of stealth that she was. The very skills that got her the nickname of Shadow Fang; the first part coming from her renowned skill at avoiding detection and procuring anything she wanted... and the second part coming from the set of small fangs she hosted, making people mistake her for a vampire. Of course, Ling was not one of them, the fangs (and they weren't really fangs, according to Ling... merely a wee bit longer teeth) merely being the only heritage of her orcish great-grandmother, just as there was a hint of elvish in her eyes from her great-grandfather. The two traits only added to the woman's beauty, giving her an interesting, exotic look.
Slowly and silently, Ling travelled through the shadows, evading the eyes of the rather careless guards, her form never disturbing the objectives of cleverly placed cameras, and her nimble feet avoiding sensors and magical traps with such ease that it seemed as if she was taking a stroll through the park. Those four days she spent studying the plans of the building carefully, remembering the position of each and every camera - each and every alarm, trap trigger, and anything else this personnel handbook would have written in it, to ensure a clumsy or unaware employee doesn't accidentally trigger an alarm... or lose a limb or two, really paid off. And all the while, Ling was hoping there would be one trap she couldn't find... one guard that would turn around and notice her... one person that would be able to enslave her.
However, such a person - or such a trap, has yet to appear.
Only once through the crossing of the lobby did Ling ever come close to getting caught: while stepping over a sensor, her wishes of getting caught in its light interfered with her concentration just enough for the beautiful Asian to forget the magical trap in front of her for a split second, her foot moving to a safe spot when it was only millimetres away from the trap's grip. As startled as she was by the sudden revelation of the trap under her foot, Ling couldn't help but feel slight weakness in her knees and a warm sensation in her loins. That was close...
As close as it was, it was not meant to be. While she wanted to be captured, Ling the Shadow Fang was a professional first and foremost, and would never let them catch her because of a childish mistake on her part. No - if they wanted to get her, they would have to work hard for it, and she wasn't about to make it easy on them.
Going through the museum's lobby, many thoughts brimmed in Ling's head. It was quiet... too quiet. She didn't see any traps or alarms here, except a silly obvious one. Was that The One trap to send her to her doom, and capture? She saw it all...
Her gracious form unknowingly placing itself in the trap's merciless embrace. Alarms going off all over the place, summoning a swarm of guards to storm the helpless, captive thief. Oh, yes... and then, the interrogation room. Ling saw herself trapped, various devices holding her bare body captive: her petite frame spread out in the air, its supple skin fully offered to her inquisitor to do as he or she pleases.
Oh, yes... Ling could almost feel the tormentor's gentle touch as, in her fantasy, she was being tortured not by pain, but by the tender touch of feathers and fingers. Slowly, but surely, tickled nearly to insanity, way past her limits and more... there was nothing that the beautiful woman craved more. Of course, she knew that reality would certainly be different, as they would probably use more 'conventional means in interrogating her, but a girl could fantasize.
As her silent crawl across the room continued, Ling kept on dreaming about her mysterious captor; all shrouded in darkness, invisible through the blindfold over her eyes, the only sensation Ling would feel is the analytic touch upon her body. The feather slowly dancing on her completely immobile, soft sole, driving her crazy, making her crave reprieve... but also crave more. She could already see her soles stretched out taut by tying her toes back to a sturdy set of stocks, and a pair of feathers - one for each sole - dragging themselves from her round, fleshy heels, slowly up across the curved lines of her arches, across the hill of the balls of her feet, and all the way up to the tip of the toe. There, they would remain for a few strokes to tease the sensitive digits before torturously slowly descending back to her heel again, going through the process over and over, each time choosing a different toe to end with... a different toe to torment.
Ling could feel the slight tingling in the bottoms of her feet as she continued to cross the room -such a powerful erogenous zone they were that just thinking about being tickled, even touched there, made the beautiful thief wet. And in her fantasy, her interrogator, this time unknown, and not Trianna, was using that very erogenous zone against her: stimulating her soles in that slow, torturous, ticklish way, making her not only squeal in laughter, but also moan in lust.
Time and again, the tormentor would take Ling to the brink of orgasm using the devious feathers on her beautiful soles, the gag in her mouth, earplugs in her ears, and blindfold over her eyes making sure the sensation would be the only one the punished beauty felt - the sensation on her soles would be the only thing existing in Ling's universe, so torturous, yet so beautiful. In time, she knew, she would surrender to it fully, let her body freely hate and enjoy it at the same time. However, every time she would get on the brink of orgasm, the soft caresses of feathers upon her soles would stop, if only for a few precious moments needed to put the orgasm out of Ling's reach. Then, wasting not a moment of time, the evil, soft touch would return, carrying promises of paradise that would long be forbidden to her.
The fantasy that had her panties long since dampened by now continued. Ling was struggling hard to keep her body in check, to prevent moans from escaping those beautiful, full lips of hers that left many a man wanting to kiss them, the well-sculpted, graceful form of the female thief continuing down the long hall, now nearing its end, her step seeming unobstructed despite the real inner struggle. Ling saw her tormentor offering her a release: at the evening of every day, she would be allowed a single orgasm, she fantasized... and what an orgasm it would be. After a whole day of craving it... after the whole day of feeling her entire body set ablaze by the erotic sensation, but never being allowed that final culmination of what would be the only thing her brain could focus on, Ling knew her orgasm would be so intense every time that she would be feeling the pleasure coursing through her like a wild river crushing the dam that had been holding it for far too long.
Just thinking about the sheer intensity of sensation that would overwhelm her senses made Ling fall down on her knees, struggling hard not to slide her hand into her black suit and start pleasuring herself right there. She knew she couldn't do that, but her body would listen to her no more: she needed some sort of outlet, however small it was, before she could go on. This was a safe spot for her rest, she knew from the plans but, ever the professional, Ling set up a motion detector and a magical sentry just in case.
Ling allowed herself a few silent moans, followed by deep breathing to regain focus. She couldn't allow herself to be caught this way... no, if they are to catch her, it would be because they outsmarted her, not because she made a child's mistake. However... she could not get up so soon, either.
Her whole body felt weak - drained of strength by the sheer pleasure coursing throughout her, making her tremble. The firm, captivating touch of leather sleeves on her hands and legs stealing her mobility, the evil pair of feathers on her soles driving her crazy, the sensation of being thoroughly broken - Ling could almost feel all of it.
So good... it felt so good, yet it was a wrong sensation to be feeling in this kind of place. Ling summoned up all of her willpower and took a few deep breaths, calming the fire that burned inside of her. She was a professional, after all - she knew that, if she planned to get out without getting caught, her body would have to listen to her. She let the fantasy stay, but only as a distant whisper - not nearly enough to dull her attention or reflexes.
Her body back under control, Ling packed her gadgets, got to her feet again, and entered the next room - a wide room featuring many exhibits from the era of second industrial revolution. There were only two guards, and both seemed asleep, thinking the thick laser field backed up with a pair of motion-detecting snares a solid enough defence. True, there were no really valuable items in the room, and the only thing they were protecting was the hallway that led closer to the ultimate prize: Star of Kyrrandia.
Inside, Ling felt a little bit disappointed, chugging on a potion of greater invisibility just in case. Then, activating the nano-machines on her specially-designed gloves and shoes, she crept up the wall like a spider, taking to the ceiling. Now... that took care of the laser field. However, there was still this small matter of motion detectors. The guards' positions made it all easier: one was sleeping right next to the hallway.
Ling positioned herself directly above that guard, and calmed down perfectly, her fantasies of being captured and exposed, tied to that very chair on which the guard was sleeping and ravished until the officials came to pick her up were minor indeed. To lose to two guards who are fast asleep - no chance, she knew. Thus, Ling steadied herself, slowly standing upside-down above the guard, knocking his hat off gently. It fell off - a completely small and natural movement, seeming purely coincidental.
That was not what the sensors detected, though - the alarms went off, and both guards wake up. The whole room lit up, and the security went into full alert.
* * *
"Huh?!", Michael the guard asked, looking around in utmost confusion, as the alarm went off. He saw his comrade Nathanel already prepared, stun baton in one hand, flashlight in the other.
The alarm was ringing... who or what caused this?
"Wing W-2, I have alarms going off at your station!" , a male voice screeched over intercom. "Report your status!"
"By the Gods, Michael!", Nathanael suddenly said with a sigh of relief, after a long, uncomfortable silence, the two guards looking around. "It's just your hat."
Michael looked around, and smiled uncomfortably, feeling stupid. He, too, blew a sigh of relief as he turned around to see his hat laying in the laser field.
"It's nothing. False alarm", he reported over the intercom. "Turn off the field so I can get my hat."
[/i]"All right. Turning off security for W-2. Be quick about this." [/i] The voice on the communicator wasn't pleased in the least by the guard's clumsiness, but sounded glad that it was only a false alarm, instead of something serious... say, an intruder.
"All right...", Michael said as he waited for the laser field and motion detectors to be shut off. Lazily, he picked up his hat, and returned to his post, never noticing the invisible woman who strolled right past him and across the hall. "Ok. All clear now."
Again, Michael went back to sleep, oblivious to the real reason of his 'accident', and of the intruder who, by the time security lit up again, was far away by now.
* * *
Too easy, Ling thought as she hurried her stroll down the corridor, past the obnoxious motion detectors. Laser fields were easy to pass - she could just walk on the ceiling and be done with it. With the invisibility spell, she could just stroll through the field, even. However, motion detectors could sense her movements from anywhere in the corridor, and would trigger a full-scale alarm if she tried to crawl through. The stupid guard and his hat only made it all easier for her to bypass them, though.
The beautiful thief purred in joy as the security system turned itself back on just as she stepped outside of its reach. For a moment, she entertained a thought of being caught in the middle of the field. A seductive thought, but short and quickly dismissed.
Also, Ling could have easily killed both guards without anyone noticing, and used her knowledge of hacking to heighten the clearance on them and take the alarms out easily, but killing was against her principles. Ling was in this for the excitement, not the money. She refused to kill another, except when saving her own life.
What quickly occupied the woman's attention was the sudden feeling of emptiness that started to crawl under her skin. It was a feeling like when you look at a photo, and someone - or something - who you know should be there, isn't. Ling knew it all too well - she was in a no-magic zone, an artificially created hole in Anima. The beautiful thief shook in disgust - she hated those zones in which everything deeply connected with nature died.
With a disgusted expression tainting the otherwise flawless beauty of her face, the thief took note of the sensors and cameras in the room, and started pulling through.
* * *
Finally out, Ling noted with a happy sigh, so glad to be rid of the no-magic zone. She despised those places – so dead and void of life. Getting caught in them – even Ling loathed the idea.
However, all those thoughts were washed away in an instant, as Ling beheld the ultimate prize before her: Star of Kyrrandia. The goal was finally before her eyes, as were the security measures.
Excitement welled up inside Ling. Her lower lip trembled, and her knees felt weak.
Just look at all those traps, Ling couldn’t help but watch in awe. This was really going to be a tough one, she knew. So tough... so easy to fall into one of those traps. So easy to be captured...
Ling knelt and surrendered to the thoughts that overflowed her mind. For a few moments, the thief surrendered to her fantasies.
* * *
She could see it all again. Even though, in her fantasy, she was not viewing things from her own eyes, but from the side, everything still felt as real as if she was really there.
She could see her captor, a black silhouette that could belong to any race or gender, fastening her to a table, stretched taut and completely naked, helpless. The blindfold that would steal her vision was fixed to the table, thus fixing her head in place. The leather collar around her neck, also fastened to the table, completed the immobilization. A gag would be placed in her mouth, making her unable to talk at first.
She could see the twin feathers her captor would be using on her, slowly dragging themselves across the silky skin of her flat tummy, her ribs, and just around her breasts. She could feel the tickling – the evil, beautiful tickling that would have her giggling into the gag, suffering, but also loving every moment of it.
The punishment for stealing. This would be hers. She would be forced to take the tickling – the slow, maddening tickling – for hours to come. Never would her captor allow her release, whether from the torture, or sexual one. Slowly, but surely, the grand ball of the feathers on her skin would strip her of defences, layer by layer. Fear, desperation, defiance... all of these would slowly give way to the sensual feelings that the feathers would evoke. As hard as she would try to deny or block them, in time, Ling would surrender to the subtle, erotic impulses, letting them enslave her.
The feathers would be everywhere on her torso: dancing over her ribs, slowly caressing and counting them at one time, only to go on and draw long, unending lines on her belly, or dip into her bellybutton and slowly probe there. And then, just as the first lines of her mental defences would be breached, they would go on to tickle her breasts.
In slow, seductive circles, the feathers would circle on Ling’s perky breasts, teasingly slowly approaching the areas of the nipples. Any mental defences the beautiful thief could have made would quickly erode under such assault. More and more, with each decrease of the radius of the circles, no matter how minor, Ling’s resolve would be peeled off by a layer. By the time the feathers would come to touch the edges of the captive’s nipples, the captor would have had a willing, moaning victim.
For the next moments, too short for both Ling and her mysterious torturer, the feather would be dancing on those willing, sensitive mounds of flesh. Every touch would send electric impulses all through Ling’s body, wracking her concentration and destroying her resolve. Very soon, her whole body and mind would surrender to the beautiful touch, ask more of it.
Just as she would be so aroused, so close to achieving that final, beautiful release, the feathers would stop. Then, wasting no time, the captor would bind her jaw with a silk strap, thus shutting it tightly. The tickling would then continue, on her lips, slow and seductive. Just a single feather, slowly dancing across those full, bloody-red lips of her, driving her crazy in all the best and worst ways. Despite the frantic dance of her lips to try and evade the devious feather, it would always find them, crushing any hope of escape.
Time would slowly pass, and the feather’s dance would continue, cruel, casual, and never-ending. Seconds... minutes... hours, would turn into grains of sand and slowly pass, each of them carrying a tale of sweet suffering for the beautiful thief. Her defences already broken once, Ling would eventually succumb to the whims of the evil feather. She would giver herself over to her tormentor to do as he or she pleased, her will slowly eroded to the point of snapping.
Over time, under the gentle guidance of the feather, Ling’s full lips would transform into a powerful erogenous zone. Gently, on the tiptoe, each stroke would sneak in a tender, barely-felt erotic impulse – would make a single scratch on the fortress of Ling’s will. Small as they would be, combined together in such a great number, those very impulses would definitely break Ling yet again, as many times as it took... or as many times as her tormentor decided. Each stroke would feel as a piece of heaven and hell, combined in a beautiful, torturous harmony.
And Ling knew that, in this torturous hell, she would find true fulfilment.
* * *
Ling had to stop fantasizing now, for her whole body was shaking, trembling under the powerful waves of sensations that washed over her body. She had to get up... she had to find the strength for it, to fight the powerful urges that threatened to take control of her consciousness – of her very being. At this point, her strong willpower alone was preventing her from just reaching into her panties and finishing herself off.
Instead, Ling got up and concentrated. She fixed her eyes on the prize, focused hard on it. All the erotic drive had to go for now, making way for razor-sharp concentration and cat-like reflexes. The thoughts of capture, as sweet as they were, had to be put on hold. At least for now.
And with that, the exotic beauty steeled herself, the gaze in her dark eyes that of a predator gazing at a prey that is about to be caught.
* * *
Getting the gem wasn't easy. Even Ling, with all her skill, was only saved by luck from getting caught on a few occasions. Even worse, each time she would come so close to disaster, a new wave of erotic current washed through Ling's body, further impairing her mobility. By the time she was out of the laser field, gem in her pocket, the beautiful thief felt the primal instincts take control of her. The lust... need... craving for imprisonment, and the sheer excitement and closeness of it, along with having to force herself into denying the fulfilment of her greatest fantasy, created a powerful mix in the exotic thief. Every elegant movement was also a battle to stop her own body from willingly springing the trap.
And yet, her professionalism prevailed. Ling managed to block out those lustful impulses from taking over her. She managed to defeat her worst enemy - herself - and finish the task. However, she was now feeling the effect of holding it all in for so long.
The sensations... the erotic feelings - Ling could feel them all returning, enhanced manifold, so strong that they almost made her fall to the ground. Such was the force of the wildfire of sensations spreading through her body that Ling's vision became blurry. The beautiful thief's stride became clumsy and awkward, her mind and body too taken up in the beautiful sensations to focus on walking normally. For all her professionalism and skill, Ling was still human - she had limits. And, right now, the limit of how strong erotic impulses and fantasies she could control without repercussions was passed.
Ling steadied herself and looked around. She found a nice, quiet corner and Taking a deep breath, Ling quickly took off her black clothes, which were specifically designed for stealth and served her well on the field, but would make her stick out like a sore thumb in public. She changed into camo baggy pants, white sneakers, and olive-green, tight top. Completely unremarkable clothes which would make it easy for her to blend into crowds, should the need arise. Of course, Ling had to work hard to prevent herself from undressing completely and pleasuring herself right there, on the spot.
Deciding she had no time for hanging around to recompose herself, Ling quickly opened up the other end of the dimension door, connecting her to the nearby parking lot. Unfortunate thing with the dimension doors was that they were easily tracked, so she couldn't link the door to her apartment. Also, one needed to set up both ends of the portal, so she couldn't just set up the door to lead her into the room with the jewel. But, as far as means of escape go, dimension doors were useful.
Again, it was Ling's professionalism and pure willpower that made her change so quickly, and leave the museum without looking back, jewel in backpack.
* * *
At three in the morning, a beautiful Asian woman appearing in a parking lot out of nowhere would raise quite a few eyebrows. At three in the morning, there was nobody to see her, though.
Ling knew that, so she made haste in coming to her car and quickly driving away to her apartment.
She needed to get to her place, and fast. The promise of fulfilment that had been denied to her for so long was clawing away at her conscience, at her sanity. Like a wild river about to break through the dam, or a wild beast about to burst out of its cage, the sensations inside Ling raged for release. They slowly ate away at Ling's reflexes and at her vision. Her hands were trembling lightly, her grip of the wheel unsteady. This was the time to be careful: in this state, driving fast wasn't safe. On the other hand, she had to arrive home soon, or else she'd lose her mind.
The thought of pulling over somewhere and just finishing herself off in the car came to the trembling thief's mind many times, but each time she managed to chase it off. At the point she was now, she would probably scream during her release... she needed to scream during that beautiful release. Even at 3am, there was a significant risk of someone seeing her. Also, she didn't want this beautiful sensation that she had immersed herself fully in to end in such a simple, barbaric way. No... she wanted to do this right, Ling told herself, strengthening the grip on the steering wheel, and continuing the drive home.
All the while, the erotic sensations went wild in her, as images of being thoroughly broken, forced into complete and total submission, overflowed the young woman's mind.
The street went blurrier by the moment.
* * *
It took Ling almost five minutes to unlock her apartment, so strong was her shaking. The lustful urges within her were so strong that they sapped her legs of all their strength, left her body powerless, clumsy and weak under such a beautiful onslaught. Strength, reflexes, vision... everything was being slowly sapped from her by the fireworks she felt within her body: a beautiful festivity of purest lust and passion.
Clumsy like a child, Ling stumbled into her apartment and locked the door behind her. Then, she fell to her knees, her full lips letting go of a lustful moan.
She was safe now.
Nobody caught her tonight. Yet again, there was nobody capable of conquering her. Again, there would be no powerful, sexy torturer, no devious, brutal, and oh-so-beautiful tortures wracking both her mind and body.
Well... not completely true, Ling noted with a smirk.
"Computer... activate the Torture program type six: tickle-torture", Ling invoked the all-too-familiar command, immediately seeing and feeling the robotic arms coming out of the ceiling and walls of the room, removing her clothes with perfect precision and restraining her right away. Within a few moments, Ling was completely naked, her clothes replaced by padded leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles. Then, with no lesser precision, Ling was suspended in the air, spread-eagle, her limbs connected to the walls of the room.
The beautiful, lithe body of the master thief gave a final struggle to the bonds before a blissfully happy smile appeared on its owner's face. The deep blushing of her crimson cheeks, the hardened state of her nipples, the sensual, lustful moves of her body, and the flood coming from the woman's nether regions haven't even begun to describe the level of sensations that were overwhelming her.
"Torture program one: tickling and orgasm denial. Duration: six hours." As she was ordering her fate for the next several hours, Ling's voice was shaky, each word sounding more like an erotic moan than an actual, coherent word. "Torture program two: tickling and forced orgasms. Repeat for: seven orgasms. Additional options: blindfold, gag."
A powerful, beautiful sense of terror came over Ling as her world blacked out, her vision stolen by the black bandana that the robotic arms tied around her eyes, and she could feel the computer's feeler attach itself to the back of her neck, monitoring her vital signs and neural responses, thus making sure the program executes efficiently. The last few words she spoke out before the gag was put into place filled her with dread and sent shivers of ecstasy from her head to her toes at the same time:
"Relinquishing voice control until the sequence had been completed."
And with that, the gag was in place, and the torture was about to begin. It was going to be a long, beautiful night, Ling knew.
The End.
