Hardyzlita281
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You Know What To Do To Make It Stop
By Hardyzlita28
She stared wide-eyed as she watched the masked man slowly pace back and forth in front of her bound form.
He walked and walked. Never saying a word, but never losing eye contact with his victim.
She tried to pull free of the straps that bound her, but was unable to loosen the sturdy leather material.
How had she gotten into this mess in the first place?
She tried to communicate with him, but the rubber ball gag in her mouth made it nearly impossible to do so.
She broke eye contact with her captor, closing them, trying her hardest to remember what happened.
The young woman had made her way to her boyfriend's house, using a spare key to get in since he wasn't there yet. She walked into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom that they shared.
She was in the process of removing her tanktop when someone grabbed her from behind, wrapping a strong arm around her slender arms, and placing a sweet smelling rag over her mouth and nose.
The young woman struggled fiercely trying her hardest to break free of the iron-like grip that held her against her will.
After a few more minutes of struggling, the frantic woman had no choice but to breath into the rag, which forced her to fall into unconciousness moments later.
Then she woke up here.
Here meaning her own basement.
When she had awoken, she was dismayed to find herself bound, but felt a small sense of relief wash over her when she recognized her place of captivity to be the basement of her own house.
After absorbing that piece of info, she proceeded to try and break free of the straps that held her.
Unfortunately for her, however, her captor had tied them very well.
Another unfortunate circumstance was the fact that her and her boyfriend's basement were littered with many different forms of bondage materials.
They were into experimented with the control and erotic torture of one another's bodies, and always got the most out of the equipment
There was a set of stocks for hands and feet in one corner of the room. Chains and manacles attached from the walls, ceiling, and floor. A rack in a corner of the room opposite to the set of stocks. Against another wall, behind her, sat a tall shelf that had many different items sitting upon it's shelfs. Feathers, brushes, vibrators, jars with an assortment of items within it's confines, and many more things.
And their favorite bondage piece, the padded table in the center of the room. It was their favorite because of everything it could do.
There were three cranks at the side of the table. One was used to move the table into many different positions, be it horizontal, veritical, or diagnol. These many positions made a variety of things possible.
The second crank was used to move the upper end or lower, depending on what they wanted, up or down. The third and final crank controlled the lower end of the table.
When turned, this crank spilt the lower end of the table widely, where the legs sat, for......well you know why that would be done.
The table also had a place for attachable stocks. These stocks could have been used in place of the straps for the wrists and ankles, again depending on what they wanted to do.
They loved that piece.
The very same piece that she was strapped upon at this very moment.
When she had awoken from her chemical enduced slumber, she had been in a horizontal position. She was also horrified to find that she was in nothing but a thong. The young woman's wrists were strapped to opposite corners at the top of the table, her elbows, waist, and knees were strapped down as well. Her feet had been placed in a set of stocks in the foot of the table and her toes had been tied back by tiny pieces of string that were attached to a bunch of eyelets at the top of the stocks.
After struggling and failing to break free, her line of vision was greeted with the site of her captor's masked face.
Her attempts to release herself were renewed, but he merely taunted her.
He then placed his hand on the second crank, turning it counter-clockwise, and bringing the top half of the table into an upright position.
Once he finished, he locked the crank into place and walked in to the side of his captive, removing the gag from her mouth.
"Scream and you die........."
He then moved in front of her, walking.
Back and forth, slowly.
Until finally,........he stopped in front of her. Leaning on the stocks that held her feet captive, he began to speak.
"Do you know why I'm here?" he whispered.
The young woman shook her head.
"Money.......plain and simple.....money......"
The woman just sat there while he continued.
"This was supposed to be a fast and easy job, but you just had to come home at the same exact moment that I was robbing your house didn't you?"
No reply.
"Well, we can make this simple sweetheart. Tell me where all your money and valubles are.....And I want your pin codes ......"
"I don't have--------"
"Don't lie to me.....I know who you are.....You're Lita from the WWE. You can't sit here and tell me that you have no money at all, not with you being so damn popular and all......."
She remained silent.
"Don't be difficult. You should be smart and just tell me what I want to know....I already have some money, but I want more.....Now be a good girl and tell me where it is...."
"Fat chance buddy.....my boyfriend is gonna be here any minute and he's gonna kick your ass".
"Yeah right........I guess that little threat of yours means that you won't cooperate huh? Maybe I should make you talk......"
"Yeah right.......I'm not telling you anything!"
"Well see.....maybe having a few nails hammered into the palms of your hands will loosen your tongue....." he began as he walked over to a black bag that sat near the stocks in the corner of the room.
She gulped at the threat.
"Or maybe I can burn you with hot pokers until you talk......."
"You wouldn't dare...."
"Oh yes I would...I have a variety of torturous items in my little bag o' tricks.....But, You know what?.....I think I'll start with the scissors and your feet. I think I stab your pretty little feet until you decide to cooperate....." he said as he placed the tip of one of the blades against the ball of her left foot.
"Now.....where should I stab first?" he asked to no one in particular as he slowly dragged the blade up and down the center of her foot.
Lita's foot flailed wildly.
Her captor, thinking that she was trying to avoid being stabbed, thought nothing of it.
That is, until he heard her giggling.
He pulled the blade away and looked at his captive. Her giggles had subsided.
"What's your problem?"
No answer.
He dragged the blade across her sole again and watched as she forced her lips into a tight line and her foot flailed once more. Keeping up the steady dragging, he was rewarded with her sweet giggles once more.
Figuring it out, he asked in mock astonishment.
"What's the matter?.....No, wait......you can't tell me that the great and all powerful Lita is....dare I say it?.........ticklish?"
"NO!....No, I'm not ticklish at all.........not at all....."
"Really? Maybe I should ask your feet once more......"
"NO!...I mean---I-----"
"Don't worry sweetheart, there's been a change of plans....I'm not gonna hurt you.........."
The redhead breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to tickle you instead......"
"What!?.....NO!"
"Well, I won't do it....if you tell me what I want to know...."
"I---I can't------"
The man sighed and walked behind the table.
"Then I guess it's kitchie kitchie time-----" he said as he placed both his index fingers in each of her armpits, vibrating them against the smooth skin.
Lita yanked and yanked at her arms, trying her best to free them in hopes of getting away from the tickling.
Her yanking was in vain however, for her wrists remained securely bonded in their position. She bit her lip, to keep the giggles that were welling up in her chest at bay. Her eyes began to fill with water, two tears slipping out as she screwed her eyes shut.
Noticing her will to fight, the tickler soon brought all of his fingers into play. Alternating between lightly dragging his fingertips across the sensitive skin and digging into the ticklish flesh.
Although she tried to fight it, Lita's mouth slowly turned into a wide grin. She gritted her teeth, praying that she would be able to hold out.
"Come on Lita, I know this is killing you.........You know what to do to make it stop....all you have to do is give me your money and it'll all be over......." he whispered.
Knowing that it would be the end of her, Lita refused to answer. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of forcing her to laugh.
The captor then started an all out tickle attack on Lita's exposed armpits.
Her whole body shook with laughter, but she had yet to produce the verbal sound that usually came along with tickling.
The tickler's patience was rewarded, however, when sweet giggles and then belly laughes began to pour from the redhead's lips.
"heeehehehehehehhehehehehehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA"
"That's it Lita! I knew it was only a matter of time before you gave in.....I'll give you credit though...You fought it a lot longer than I expected you to......" he shouted over her laughter as he continued the ticklish torture.
The redhead laughed and laughed. It seemed as though all the laughter being forced from her lips was making up for the entire time she fought the tickling.
His tickling fingers continued without rest. They moved down from her armpits to the sides of her luscious breasts, bringing forth shrieks of laughter instead of the deep guffaws that the tickling of her armpits caused.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHEHEHEHHEHEHAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
He lingered in this area for a little while, delighting in her shrieks of laughter and her pleas for mercy.
But she received none.
Tears and sweat streamed down her reddened face. Her hair, once full of bounce and body, now lay plastered to her the sweat soaked skin of her forehead. Her jaw ached from having her mouth open so long and her throat was becoming hoarse.
"Tickle Tickle Tickle........" he teased, adding to her torment.
Her ribs were the next target of his assault. The protruding structure was a delicious sight that he couldn't wait to get his hands on.
Stopping the tickling, though only for a moment, and placed his hands along her rib cage.
Lita's head fell forward. She sat there catching her breath and giggling from the tingling feelings she still felt in the places that were tickled.
The burglar placed his hand on the second crank that was attached to the table, turning it clockwise, and watched as the upper end of the table began to move downwards until the redhead's ribcage was highly visible.
"Your ribs are next Lita........"
"NO! No, please........please no more tickling........"
"Pin codes?"
"I can't------I----"
The WWE diva couldn't even finish her sentence. As soon as he heard her refusal his hands went to work on that rib cage of hers. He massaged the skin against the bone, smiling wickedly as she dissolved into laughter once more.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA PLEASE! STOP! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Realizing that she was was still able to speak somewhat, he alternated between massaging the skin and using his fingers to tickle the fleshy skin betwixt each bone structure.
"I---NO!---NO PLEASE STOP! -----IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHA"
"That's better......." her tormentor said.
Lita tried to avoid his tickling fingers by using what little movement her bondage gave her by swaying side to side. She was, somewhere in the back of her tickling consumed mind, disappointed when his fingers followed her every movement.
"Trying to get away huh?"
She didn't think that it were possible, but she began to laugh harder than she was already when he began to tickle her sides and belly.
"BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-AH-AHA-HA-HA-HA-HAHA-AH-HA-HA"
The burglar dug in with glee, tickling her sleek sides and soft tummy.
"Come on Lita.....I wanna hear some belly laughs......" he said as he tickled harder.
Lita complied by doing so. Laughing harder than she ever had in her entire life. She'd been tickled before, but being tickled relentlessly while tied up? It was more than she could take.
He slowed his tickles somewhat, never stopping, always keeping her in a state of laughter. He would lightly tickle her sides and tummy, slipping his finger into the deep pocket of her belly button.
The redhead was thankful for the brief respite, even though she was still being tickled. Hey, it was better than being tickled to the point where she could barely breathe.
"Had enough Lita?"
"hehehehehehahahaha please, please stop...hahahahahahahahhaha please..hahahaha"
"I'm sorry Lita.......you're not saying what I wanna hear...."
"I can't......it---it wouldn't be rihihihihihihihihght----NO! HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA"
she screaamed as he dug ferociously into her sides once more. A flurry of fingertips flying all over and tickling her upper body.
Lita layed there and laughed. She had very little if any resistance left in her. Tears once again began to leak from her hazel eyes. Sweat poured from her upper body. Her muscles ached from the straining she did while trying to escape her bondage. The diva's throat was laughed/screamed raw thanks to all the laughter she was forced to produce and her lungs burned for oxygen.
The tickler continued his attack on her armpits, ribs, and tummy. Digging in and smiling with satisfaction when her audible screams had turned into silent laughter.
She felt like she was on the verge of passing out. Hoping that she would since it would give her a break from the awful tickling.
Her feelings were mixed, however, when the tickling suddenly stopped. She didn't know wether to be happy that it stopped before she could pass out, or if she should be afraid of the fact that if he gave her a breather. By doing that he could start on her again without having to wait to revive her from fainting had she done it.
She layed there breathing in the air that she had so desperately needed throughout her ordeal, silently hoping that he had given up and was going to leave her in peace.
He turned the second crank counter-clockwise and raised her upper body back into the position it was originally in.
"Man, you're a tough girl.......but I'll get what I want eventually........" he said as he walked over towards the shelf that lay against the wall behind her.
He stood there examining the contents that filled the shelves. Hair brushes, paint brushes of different varieties, feathers, toothbrushes, jars with an assortment of gels and powders inside and various other items that he could use to torture his redheaded captive in anyway he chose.
Grabbing a couple of the items, and placing them on a roll away tray that stood near the shelf, he strode back over to Lita. She was on the verge of completely regaining her breath back. As soon as he returned to her line of vision she began to speak.
"Please let me go.......I can't tell you my pin codes, but I can give you the rest of the money in the house......"
Not hearing what he wanted to hear from her, he ignored her and started to speak as though she'd never said anything.
"You know Lita, you're sort of like my ex-girlfriend. She and I used to play tickle games all the time. I would torture her upperbody much in the same way as I just did yours..."
Lita sat there and listened. She had no idea where his story was going, but at least she wasn't being tickled.
"But, she was a tough little cookie just like you....but she also had a weakness....do you know what that weakness was?"
Lita shook her head.
"Her tiny, ultra ticklish.......feet" he finished with a grin.
Lita looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"No------no you can't---you can't do that......."
"Yes, I can...and I will........if you don't give me the pin codes I want......"
Lita opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when she realized that if anything but her pin codes, which she was not about to give, were to come out of her mouth, she would be tickled beyond her wildest nightmares. And on her ticklish feet too.
"Not talking huh? Let me decide what tool I'm going to use and then we'll get started..."
Reaching for one of the feathers he brought from the shelf, a long stiff turkey's feather, he held it up for Lita to see and ran his fingers over it. He smiled at her as he began to lower it towards her vulnerable left foot.
He slowly dragged the feather from heel to toe. Running it across her slightly reddish heels and the ball of her foot. He then began to swirl the tip of the feather in tight circles in Lita's high and very deep arch.
The tickler looked up to see how his beautiful captive was taking the tickling.
Her eyes watered and her lips trembled. Not to mention the little tremors her body seemed to be experiencing. Lita's left leg jerked in response to the tickling and her upper body shook as well.
He then took the feather and ran it across the base of her tightly bound toes. She tried her best to scrunch the tiny digits, but the string stopped her from doing so. The tickler would change between tickling the base of and sliding the feather inbetween the soft crevices of her toes.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"There we go.......laugh it up baby....." he said as he reached for a small paint brush with soft bristles.
Holding the paintbrush in his hand, he lowered it to right bound foot and began swirling the soft tips around her toes, doubling her laughter.
Lita's entire body shook and her weakedned body somehow found the strength to struggle against the bondage that held her in place to receive the awful tickling.
He continued tickling the redhead in this manner for a few minutes more, but then switched to using the quill end of the feather and the pointed tip of the paintbrush on her smooth soles.
This new method drove Lita up the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt every ticklish stroke of the quill and blunt tip of the paint brush as it sent bolts of tickling lightning up her legs, through her body and exploding right into her brain.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHEHAEHAHHAEHAHEHAHEAHEHAHAHAHAEHAHEHA"
Her tormentor then stopped the tickling, but only to pick up knew instruments of torture. He pick up at bigger, more bristley paintbrush and a soft blue plume. The tickler ran the plume inbetween the toes of her left foot, while he ran the scruffy bristles against her soft, slightly wrinkled sole.
Lita's eyes shot open as well as her mouth, but no sound came out. This was obviously more than she could take, but the burglar wasn't about to give up until he got "his" money.
Still using the paint brush, he abandoned the plume and reached for the hair brush that sat on the tray. He began to run the brush aling the sole of her left foot while he continued to use paint brush on her right.
This added torment made Lita's body shake so hard that he thought she was going to break the table.
Finally managing to somehow gain a little bit of breath, she could do nothing but use it for the laughter being forced out of her.
"HEEEEEE-YAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHE
EEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHA BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The burglar was immensely enjoying himself. Having his way with this bound beauty to torture in any way he chose was a dream come true for him.
He continued running the brushes on her feet for nearly an hour, forcing torrent after torrent of tormented laughter from her lips.
Lita was on the verge of passing out, but was saved from her salvation when the bruglar pulled the tickling tools away from her now reddened soles.
The poor, ticklish redhead could do nothing but gasp for air. She was too tired to speak and besides, she knew that talking wouldn't get her anywhere. Unless it was the pin codes she was talking about.
As her vision began to clear somewhat, she vaguely noticed her captor grabbing a clear jar full of a light blue powder, dipping the small paint brush in it and swirling it around.
She didn't give any reaction until he started to twirl the brush around on her exposed breasts. She giggled, but was too tired to make any real attempt to move.
Once he was satisfied that her breasts were completely covered, he placed the brush down on the tray and picked up the powder filled jar. Her then pulled the waistband of her thong out towards him and sprinkled a little bit of the powder inside.
He then replaced the jar back onto the tray and stood back.
Lita continued to catch her breath, but then began shrieking as her breasts and her most private part began to tingle. After a few moments, she realized what kind of powder he'd used on her.
It was something that she and her boyfriend had been experimenting on. It was a combination between itching powder, a tickling powder, and something else. They never really knew what that something else was, but it heightened the sensations and led to.......she didn't even want to think about that.
"No no no no no no-----------" Lita whined as she tried in vain to bring her thighs together in hopes of soothing the itch between her legs.
He then reached over and picked up more feathers, but these weren't like the plume and turkey feathers. These feathers, which were red, were connected to each other to form a set of two fans. There were five feathers attached to a black square piece. Each piece had a small hole in which a long piece of string sat, connecting both fans.
He took the string and placed it around the back of Lita's neck. He took the fans of feathers and placed them directly on her breasts.
Lita continued to shriek, laugh, moan and whine for the stuff to be wash from her sensitized body parts.
Ignoring her pleas, the burglar once again picked up the brushes and went to work on her feet.
This, coupled with the powder, was enough to drive Lita insane. She laughed and squealed. Her breasts bouncing up and down, her nipples rubbing against the soft red feathers and her hips gyrated against the table.
He kept this up for an hour, stopping periodically when it looked like the redhead might suddenly be enjoying her torture.
Pulling the brushes from her feet once more, he dropped them on the tray and walked back over to the shelf to retrieve an item.
Lita was too busy trying to catch her breath and retain her sanity to notice that he had grabbed a bottle of baby oil.
Pouring a generous amount in his hands, he began to massage the slick substance into the redhead's soft peds.
"As much as I love using feathers and brushes on your feet Lita.....nothing beats good old fashioned nails and fingers......."
The ticklish ball of flesh before him could do nothing to stop or protest his actions against her helpless bare feet. Her laughter began anew as his short, but effective nails glided across the frictionless surface of her feet.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHEHAEHOHEOAHEOAHOEHAOHEOAHEA"
There was absolutely no teasing, he scraped across the soles and dug into every soft wrinkled crevice.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Lita laughed and bounced. The feathery fans rubbing against her overly sensitized nipples. The tickled torture paired with the erotic torture of her upper body was far too much.
"HEEEEEEEEEHAHEAHEHAOEHAEHAEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHAEHAHEHAEHAOHEOAHOEHAOHEOAHEOAHEO"
Stopping his tickling, he dropped the brushes and walked over to her. He placed a hand under her chin and raised it.
"Pin codes......"
Knowing that her spirit had been completely broken and that she couldn't take another tickling onslaught, she rattled off the pin numbers and silently hoped that he would now leave her alone.
He shocked her, however, by raising the bottom of his ski mask and planting a kiss onto her lips.
He then pulled his mask completely off.
Lita gasped and he smiled widely.
"I----I can't believe----you?!---you did this?!"
"Happy Birthday baby....."
"M-----Matt?!---I can't believe it....."
"Believe it sweetheart......so tell me, did you enjoy you're gift?"
"You just tickle tortured me out of my mind and scared me half to death in the process..." she said angrily.
He looked down, fearing that he just ruined his relationship.
"Of course I loved it....."
He looked at her and smiled.
Taking in her dissheveled form he siad "Man, I realy did a number on you didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. And you do know that I will be getting revenge right?"
"I know......" he said as he shivered in anticipation.
"Good, now untie me....."
"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet......"
"What?"
"You heard me.......There's still more kootchi kootchie koo in store for you...." he teased as he picked up the paint brushes and slowly lowered them to her feet once more.
"No, no, Matt don't you dare.......you've already had your fun and tickled me......no no....NO! nohoahaohaohaohaahhahahahahahahahahahHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Happy Birthday baby......." he said once more.
End.
By Hardyzlita28
She stared wide-eyed as she watched the masked man slowly pace back and forth in front of her bound form.
He walked and walked. Never saying a word, but never losing eye contact with his victim.
She tried to pull free of the straps that bound her, but was unable to loosen the sturdy leather material.
How had she gotten into this mess in the first place?
She tried to communicate with him, but the rubber ball gag in her mouth made it nearly impossible to do so.
She broke eye contact with her captor, closing them, trying her hardest to remember what happened.
The young woman had made her way to her boyfriend's house, using a spare key to get in since he wasn't there yet. She walked into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom that they shared.
She was in the process of removing her tanktop when someone grabbed her from behind, wrapping a strong arm around her slender arms, and placing a sweet smelling rag over her mouth and nose.
The young woman struggled fiercely trying her hardest to break free of the iron-like grip that held her against her will.
After a few more minutes of struggling, the frantic woman had no choice but to breath into the rag, which forced her to fall into unconciousness moments later.
Then she woke up here.
Here meaning her own basement.
When she had awoken, she was dismayed to find herself bound, but felt a small sense of relief wash over her when she recognized her place of captivity to be the basement of her own house.
After absorbing that piece of info, she proceeded to try and break free of the straps that held her.
Unfortunately for her, however, her captor had tied them very well.
Another unfortunate circumstance was the fact that her and her boyfriend's basement were littered with many different forms of bondage materials.
They were into experimented with the control and erotic torture of one another's bodies, and always got the most out of the equipment
There was a set of stocks for hands and feet in one corner of the room. Chains and manacles attached from the walls, ceiling, and floor. A rack in a corner of the room opposite to the set of stocks. Against another wall, behind her, sat a tall shelf that had many different items sitting upon it's shelfs. Feathers, brushes, vibrators, jars with an assortment of items within it's confines, and many more things.
And their favorite bondage piece, the padded table in the center of the room. It was their favorite because of everything it could do.
There were three cranks at the side of the table. One was used to move the table into many different positions, be it horizontal, veritical, or diagnol. These many positions made a variety of things possible.
The second crank was used to move the upper end or lower, depending on what they wanted, up or down. The third and final crank controlled the lower end of the table.
When turned, this crank spilt the lower end of the table widely, where the legs sat, for......well you know why that would be done.
The table also had a place for attachable stocks. These stocks could have been used in place of the straps for the wrists and ankles, again depending on what they wanted to do.
They loved that piece.
The very same piece that she was strapped upon at this very moment.
When she had awoken from her chemical enduced slumber, she had been in a horizontal position. She was also horrified to find that she was in nothing but a thong. The young woman's wrists were strapped to opposite corners at the top of the table, her elbows, waist, and knees were strapped down as well. Her feet had been placed in a set of stocks in the foot of the table and her toes had been tied back by tiny pieces of string that were attached to a bunch of eyelets at the top of the stocks.
After struggling and failing to break free, her line of vision was greeted with the site of her captor's masked face.
Her attempts to release herself were renewed, but he merely taunted her.
He then placed his hand on the second crank, turning it counter-clockwise, and bringing the top half of the table into an upright position.
Once he finished, he locked the crank into place and walked in to the side of his captive, removing the gag from her mouth.
"Scream and you die........."
He then moved in front of her, walking.
Back and forth, slowly.
Until finally,........he stopped in front of her. Leaning on the stocks that held her feet captive, he began to speak.
"Do you know why I'm here?" he whispered.
The young woman shook her head.
"Money.......plain and simple.....money......"
The woman just sat there while he continued.
"This was supposed to be a fast and easy job, but you just had to come home at the same exact moment that I was robbing your house didn't you?"
No reply.
"Well, we can make this simple sweetheart. Tell me where all your money and valubles are.....And I want your pin codes ......"
"I don't have--------"
"Don't lie to me.....I know who you are.....You're Lita from the WWE. You can't sit here and tell me that you have no money at all, not with you being so damn popular and all......."
She remained silent.
"Don't be difficult. You should be smart and just tell me what I want to know....I already have some money, but I want more.....Now be a good girl and tell me where it is...."
"Fat chance buddy.....my boyfriend is gonna be here any minute and he's gonna kick your ass".
"Yeah right........I guess that little threat of yours means that you won't cooperate huh? Maybe I should make you talk......"
"Yeah right.......I'm not telling you anything!"
"Well see.....maybe having a few nails hammered into the palms of your hands will loosen your tongue....." he began as he walked over to a black bag that sat near the stocks in the corner of the room.
She gulped at the threat.
"Or maybe I can burn you with hot pokers until you talk......."
"You wouldn't dare...."
"Oh yes I would...I have a variety of torturous items in my little bag o' tricks.....But, You know what?.....I think I'll start with the scissors and your feet. I think I stab your pretty little feet until you decide to cooperate....." he said as he placed the tip of one of the blades against the ball of her left foot.
"Now.....where should I stab first?" he asked to no one in particular as he slowly dragged the blade up and down the center of her foot.
Lita's foot flailed wildly.
Her captor, thinking that she was trying to avoid being stabbed, thought nothing of it.
That is, until he heard her giggling.
He pulled the blade away and looked at his captive. Her giggles had subsided.
"What's your problem?"
No answer.
He dragged the blade across her sole again and watched as she forced her lips into a tight line and her foot flailed once more. Keeping up the steady dragging, he was rewarded with her sweet giggles once more.
Figuring it out, he asked in mock astonishment.
"What's the matter?.....No, wait......you can't tell me that the great and all powerful Lita is....dare I say it?.........ticklish?"
"NO!....No, I'm not ticklish at all.........not at all....."
"Really? Maybe I should ask your feet once more......"
"NO!...I mean---I-----"
"Don't worry sweetheart, there's been a change of plans....I'm not gonna hurt you.........."
The redhead breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to tickle you instead......"
"What!?.....NO!"
"Well, I won't do it....if you tell me what I want to know...."
"I---I can't------"
The man sighed and walked behind the table.
"Then I guess it's kitchie kitchie time-----" he said as he placed both his index fingers in each of her armpits, vibrating them against the smooth skin.
Lita yanked and yanked at her arms, trying her best to free them in hopes of getting away from the tickling.
Her yanking was in vain however, for her wrists remained securely bonded in their position. She bit her lip, to keep the giggles that were welling up in her chest at bay. Her eyes began to fill with water, two tears slipping out as she screwed her eyes shut.
Noticing her will to fight, the tickler soon brought all of his fingers into play. Alternating between lightly dragging his fingertips across the sensitive skin and digging into the ticklish flesh.
Although she tried to fight it, Lita's mouth slowly turned into a wide grin. She gritted her teeth, praying that she would be able to hold out.
"Come on Lita, I know this is killing you.........You know what to do to make it stop....all you have to do is give me your money and it'll all be over......." he whispered.
Knowing that it would be the end of her, Lita refused to answer. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of forcing her to laugh.
The captor then started an all out tickle attack on Lita's exposed armpits.
Her whole body shook with laughter, but she had yet to produce the verbal sound that usually came along with tickling.
The tickler's patience was rewarded, however, when sweet giggles and then belly laughes began to pour from the redhead's lips.
"heeehehehehehehhehehehehehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA"
"That's it Lita! I knew it was only a matter of time before you gave in.....I'll give you credit though...You fought it a lot longer than I expected you to......" he shouted over her laughter as he continued the ticklish torture.
The redhead laughed and laughed. It seemed as though all the laughter being forced from her lips was making up for the entire time she fought the tickling.
His tickling fingers continued without rest. They moved down from her armpits to the sides of her luscious breasts, bringing forth shrieks of laughter instead of the deep guffaws that the tickling of her armpits caused.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHEHEHEHHEHEHAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
He lingered in this area for a little while, delighting in her shrieks of laughter and her pleas for mercy.
But she received none.
Tears and sweat streamed down her reddened face. Her hair, once full of bounce and body, now lay plastered to her the sweat soaked skin of her forehead. Her jaw ached from having her mouth open so long and her throat was becoming hoarse.
"Tickle Tickle Tickle........" he teased, adding to her torment.
Her ribs were the next target of his assault. The protruding structure was a delicious sight that he couldn't wait to get his hands on.
Stopping the tickling, though only for a moment, and placed his hands along her rib cage.
Lita's head fell forward. She sat there catching her breath and giggling from the tingling feelings she still felt in the places that were tickled.
The burglar placed his hand on the second crank that was attached to the table, turning it clockwise, and watched as the upper end of the table began to move downwards until the redhead's ribcage was highly visible.
"Your ribs are next Lita........"
"NO! No, please........please no more tickling........"
"Pin codes?"
"I can't------I----"
The WWE diva couldn't even finish her sentence. As soon as he heard her refusal his hands went to work on that rib cage of hers. He massaged the skin against the bone, smiling wickedly as she dissolved into laughter once more.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA PLEASE! STOP! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Realizing that she was was still able to speak somewhat, he alternated between massaging the skin and using his fingers to tickle the fleshy skin betwixt each bone structure.
"I---NO!---NO PLEASE STOP! -----IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHA"
"That's better......." her tormentor said.
Lita tried to avoid his tickling fingers by using what little movement her bondage gave her by swaying side to side. She was, somewhere in the back of her tickling consumed mind, disappointed when his fingers followed her every movement.
"Trying to get away huh?"
She didn't think that it were possible, but she began to laugh harder than she was already when he began to tickle her sides and belly.
"BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-AH-AHA-HA-HA-HA-HAHA-AH-HA-HA"
The burglar dug in with glee, tickling her sleek sides and soft tummy.
"Come on Lita.....I wanna hear some belly laughs......" he said as he tickled harder.
Lita complied by doing so. Laughing harder than she ever had in her entire life. She'd been tickled before, but being tickled relentlessly while tied up? It was more than she could take.
He slowed his tickles somewhat, never stopping, always keeping her in a state of laughter. He would lightly tickle her sides and tummy, slipping his finger into the deep pocket of her belly button.
The redhead was thankful for the brief respite, even though she was still being tickled. Hey, it was better than being tickled to the point where she could barely breathe.
"Had enough Lita?"
"hehehehehehahahaha please, please stop...hahahahahahahahhaha please..hahahaha"
"I'm sorry Lita.......you're not saying what I wanna hear...."
"I can't......it---it wouldn't be rihihihihihihihihght----NO! HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA"
she screaamed as he dug ferociously into her sides once more. A flurry of fingertips flying all over and tickling her upper body.
Lita layed there and laughed. She had very little if any resistance left in her. Tears once again began to leak from her hazel eyes. Sweat poured from her upper body. Her muscles ached from the straining she did while trying to escape her bondage. The diva's throat was laughed/screamed raw thanks to all the laughter she was forced to produce and her lungs burned for oxygen.
The tickler continued his attack on her armpits, ribs, and tummy. Digging in and smiling with satisfaction when her audible screams had turned into silent laughter.
She felt like she was on the verge of passing out. Hoping that she would since it would give her a break from the awful tickling.
Her feelings were mixed, however, when the tickling suddenly stopped. She didn't know wether to be happy that it stopped before she could pass out, or if she should be afraid of the fact that if he gave her a breather. By doing that he could start on her again without having to wait to revive her from fainting had she done it.
She layed there breathing in the air that she had so desperately needed throughout her ordeal, silently hoping that he had given up and was going to leave her in peace.
He turned the second crank counter-clockwise and raised her upper body back into the position it was originally in.
"Man, you're a tough girl.......but I'll get what I want eventually........" he said as he walked over towards the shelf that lay against the wall behind her.
He stood there examining the contents that filled the shelves. Hair brushes, paint brushes of different varieties, feathers, toothbrushes, jars with an assortment of gels and powders inside and various other items that he could use to torture his redheaded captive in anyway he chose.
Grabbing a couple of the items, and placing them on a roll away tray that stood near the shelf, he strode back over to Lita. She was on the verge of completely regaining her breath back. As soon as he returned to her line of vision she began to speak.
"Please let me go.......I can't tell you my pin codes, but I can give you the rest of the money in the house......"
Not hearing what he wanted to hear from her, he ignored her and started to speak as though she'd never said anything.
"You know Lita, you're sort of like my ex-girlfriend. She and I used to play tickle games all the time. I would torture her upperbody much in the same way as I just did yours..."
Lita sat there and listened. She had no idea where his story was going, but at least she wasn't being tickled.
"But, she was a tough little cookie just like you....but she also had a weakness....do you know what that weakness was?"
Lita shook her head.
"Her tiny, ultra ticklish.......feet" he finished with a grin.
Lita looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"No------no you can't---you can't do that......."
"Yes, I can...and I will........if you don't give me the pin codes I want......"
Lita opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when she realized that if anything but her pin codes, which she was not about to give, were to come out of her mouth, she would be tickled beyond her wildest nightmares. And on her ticklish feet too.
"Not talking huh? Let me decide what tool I'm going to use and then we'll get started..."
Reaching for one of the feathers he brought from the shelf, a long stiff turkey's feather, he held it up for Lita to see and ran his fingers over it. He smiled at her as he began to lower it towards her vulnerable left foot.
He slowly dragged the feather from heel to toe. Running it across her slightly reddish heels and the ball of her foot. He then began to swirl the tip of the feather in tight circles in Lita's high and very deep arch.
The tickler looked up to see how his beautiful captive was taking the tickling.
Her eyes watered and her lips trembled. Not to mention the little tremors her body seemed to be experiencing. Lita's left leg jerked in response to the tickling and her upper body shook as well.
He then took the feather and ran it across the base of her tightly bound toes. She tried her best to scrunch the tiny digits, but the string stopped her from doing so. The tickler would change between tickling the base of and sliding the feather inbetween the soft crevices of her toes.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"There we go.......laugh it up baby....." he said as he reached for a small paint brush with soft bristles.
Holding the paintbrush in his hand, he lowered it to right bound foot and began swirling the soft tips around her toes, doubling her laughter.
Lita's entire body shook and her weakedned body somehow found the strength to struggle against the bondage that held her in place to receive the awful tickling.
He continued tickling the redhead in this manner for a few minutes more, but then switched to using the quill end of the feather and the pointed tip of the paintbrush on her smooth soles.
This new method drove Lita up the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt every ticklish stroke of the quill and blunt tip of the paint brush as it sent bolts of tickling lightning up her legs, through her body and exploding right into her brain.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHEHAEHAHHAEHAHEHAHEAHEHAHAHAHAEHAHEHA"
Her tormentor then stopped the tickling, but only to pick up knew instruments of torture. He pick up at bigger, more bristley paintbrush and a soft blue plume. The tickler ran the plume inbetween the toes of her left foot, while he ran the scruffy bristles against her soft, slightly wrinkled sole.
Lita's eyes shot open as well as her mouth, but no sound came out. This was obviously more than she could take, but the burglar wasn't about to give up until he got "his" money.
Still using the paint brush, he abandoned the plume and reached for the hair brush that sat on the tray. He began to run the brush aling the sole of her left foot while he continued to use paint brush on her right.
This added torment made Lita's body shake so hard that he thought she was going to break the table.
Finally managing to somehow gain a little bit of breath, she could do nothing but use it for the laughter being forced out of her.
"HEEEEEE-YAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHE
EEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHA BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The burglar was immensely enjoying himself. Having his way with this bound beauty to torture in any way he chose was a dream come true for him.
He continued running the brushes on her feet for nearly an hour, forcing torrent after torrent of tormented laughter from her lips.
Lita was on the verge of passing out, but was saved from her salvation when the bruglar pulled the tickling tools away from her now reddened soles.
The poor, ticklish redhead could do nothing but gasp for air. She was too tired to speak and besides, she knew that talking wouldn't get her anywhere. Unless it was the pin codes she was talking about.
As her vision began to clear somewhat, she vaguely noticed her captor grabbing a clear jar full of a light blue powder, dipping the small paint brush in it and swirling it around.
She didn't give any reaction until he started to twirl the brush around on her exposed breasts. She giggled, but was too tired to make any real attempt to move.
Once he was satisfied that her breasts were completely covered, he placed the brush down on the tray and picked up the powder filled jar. Her then pulled the waistband of her thong out towards him and sprinkled a little bit of the powder inside.
He then replaced the jar back onto the tray and stood back.
Lita continued to catch her breath, but then began shrieking as her breasts and her most private part began to tingle. After a few moments, she realized what kind of powder he'd used on her.
It was something that she and her boyfriend had been experimenting on. It was a combination between itching powder, a tickling powder, and something else. They never really knew what that something else was, but it heightened the sensations and led to.......she didn't even want to think about that.
"No no no no no no-----------" Lita whined as she tried in vain to bring her thighs together in hopes of soothing the itch between her legs.
He then reached over and picked up more feathers, but these weren't like the plume and turkey feathers. These feathers, which were red, were connected to each other to form a set of two fans. There were five feathers attached to a black square piece. Each piece had a small hole in which a long piece of string sat, connecting both fans.
He took the string and placed it around the back of Lita's neck. He took the fans of feathers and placed them directly on her breasts.
Lita continued to shriek, laugh, moan and whine for the stuff to be wash from her sensitized body parts.
Ignoring her pleas, the burglar once again picked up the brushes and went to work on her feet.
This, coupled with the powder, was enough to drive Lita insane. She laughed and squealed. Her breasts bouncing up and down, her nipples rubbing against the soft red feathers and her hips gyrated against the table.
He kept this up for an hour, stopping periodically when it looked like the redhead might suddenly be enjoying her torture.
Pulling the brushes from her feet once more, he dropped them on the tray and walked back over to the shelf to retrieve an item.
Lita was too busy trying to catch her breath and retain her sanity to notice that he had grabbed a bottle of baby oil.
Pouring a generous amount in his hands, he began to massage the slick substance into the redhead's soft peds.
"As much as I love using feathers and brushes on your feet Lita.....nothing beats good old fashioned nails and fingers......."
The ticklish ball of flesh before him could do nothing to stop or protest his actions against her helpless bare feet. Her laughter began anew as his short, but effective nails glided across the frictionless surface of her feet.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHEHAEHOHEOAHEOAHOEHAOHEOAHEA"
There was absolutely no teasing, he scraped across the soles and dug into every soft wrinkled crevice.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Lita laughed and bounced. The feathery fans rubbing against her overly sensitized nipples. The tickled torture paired with the erotic torture of her upper body was far too much.
"HEEEEEEEEEHAHEAHEHAOEHAEHAEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHAEHAHEHAEHAOHEOAHOEHAOHEOAHEOAHEO"
Stopping his tickling, he dropped the brushes and walked over to her. He placed a hand under her chin and raised it.
"Pin codes......"
Knowing that her spirit had been completely broken and that she couldn't take another tickling onslaught, she rattled off the pin numbers and silently hoped that he would now leave her alone.
He shocked her, however, by raising the bottom of his ski mask and planting a kiss onto her lips.
He then pulled his mask completely off.
Lita gasped and he smiled widely.
"I----I can't believe----you?!---you did this?!"
"Happy Birthday baby....."
"M-----Matt?!---I can't believe it....."
"Believe it sweetheart......so tell me, did you enjoy you're gift?"
"You just tickle tortured me out of my mind and scared me half to death in the process..." she said angrily.
He looked down, fearing that he just ruined his relationship.
"Of course I loved it....."
He looked at her and smiled.
Taking in her dissheveled form he siad "Man, I realy did a number on you didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. And you do know that I will be getting revenge right?"
"I know......" he said as he shivered in anticipation.
"Good, now untie me....."
"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet......"
"What?"
"You heard me.......There's still more kootchi kootchie koo in store for you...." he teased as he picked up the paint brushes and slowly lowered them to her feet once more.
"No, no, Matt don't you dare.......you've already had your fun and tickled me......no no....NO! nohoahaohaohaohaahhahahahahahahahahahHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Happy Birthday baby......." he said once more.
End.
