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Hi,
I’m new.
Love reading stories so thought I’d write one.
A lot of description and build up as I intend to make it part of a 4 part series I have in mind.
All notes welcome.
Zoe’s peril.
It was a lonely late night walk home for Zoe.
Although relatively short from her workplace it seemed to last forever.
The fight with Tom echoing in her mind almost leading her to walk on autopilot.
She would usually call him on her travels or sometimes he would pick her up in his Porsche. But not tonight.
Zoe and Tom had cultivated quite a life together. Zoe had joined a law firm as a receptionist in her late teens and over the last 7 years had gained a reputation of being a highly proactive and productive employee, that ultimately resulted in her becoming trained and promoted into a qualified lawyer herself.
Of course the looks she was blessed with had no hindrance on her progress as much as she denies it having any association.
Long flowing chestnut hair encompassed her distinguished cheekbones, only heightened by her naturally movie star shaped lips.
Her sharp almost moonlit hazel eyes only complimenting her beauty further.
Many wouldn’t have need to notice her body given her elegance.
She was always covered up modestly but it did little to disguise her figure.
She thanked her mother for that resemblance. Her C cup breasts was what she was most insecure about, however was the thing Tom loved most.
Ample and shaped to perfection, met with a tight slender waist and a bum that was equally as shaped and lifted accentuating her slightly short slim legs.
Tom described her as the girl of his dreams for all but one reason.
The exact reason they’re now fighting.
Tom for the most part had led a reserved life.
A tall naturally athletic presence although never pursuing it due to his passion for writing which he had found much success with.
He was in shape but nothing to awe over.
It was his chiselled rugged looks, an almost scruffy auburn beard matching his hair that won Zoe over matched by his dry witty humour.
He himself declared that he was unremarkable.
He had such a passion for his craft he had no desire to chase women and probably that which led him to be with Zoe.
The thing that also led his lack of pursuit was something going on inside.
Something that had given him a great lack of confidence in his youth.
He had always found himself with an incessant desire for tickling.
As long as he can remember he couldn’t imagine anything other than a tickling scenario unfolding simply by looking at a girl in a magazine.
Once he discovered videos online it made him feel more secure in his lust although unwilling to make it public.
Until he met Zoe.
Being in love had made him realise he wanted to tell Zoe the truth.
That he desperately wanted to tie her down and indulge in his fetish while giving her an insatiable time afterwards.
Zoe had no such desire.
She had hated it since childhood when her mother used to pin her down and tickle her to get her to behave.
Although not desperately ticklish she was above moderately and hated losing control.
Probably what sprouted her stubbornness.
She had even separated from an ex before as he would do the same despite her protests.
But Tom was different.
She loved Tom deeply and felt safe with him.
She tried to allow him to tickle her unrestrained on a few sexual encounters but couldn’t bring herself to bear the sensations.
She had grown tired of trying and despite Tom’s pleas, her stubbornness took stride and she outright refused much to Tom’s dismay.
She couldn’t understand what Tom had enjoyed about it and found it to be much like her junior years at the firm, having to laugh off and cater to every wandering eye and control freak she had to work under.
The only reason she allowed Tom to try was due to her rise in power yet still not enjoying it she had drawn the line.
It created a divide in their relationship.
A deep love rooted but with sparks missing.
Desperate attempts were made to rekindle those sparks, none more so than the standalone spacious 5 bedroom house on sizeable land they could now afford since their careers took off.
It started well but ultimately proved what they’d known for some time now.
They wanted different things.
It had been 3 nights since Tom returned home, he claimed it was a meeting out of state, something Zoe suspected was a lie but too stubborn to make the first move to talk to him about to find out.
She was so lost in her own thoughts she hadn’t realised she had returned home.
Tom’s car still wasn’t there.
She rummaged through her bag trying to find her door keys when her phone rang.
Thinking it was tom and although would never admit it, desperate to talk to him rushed for it.
It was her mum and rang off before she even got the chance to answer it.
It rang again as she put her keys in the door.
Her mum again, a pocket dial by the sounds of things.
After curiously listening to a broken conversation for a few seconds she head up to the shower.
She wished things were different.
Everything was starting to look perfect in her life but this thing with Tom was dragging on and causing her to wonder if they would eventually separate.
A tear rolled down her cheek casually blending with the shower water that let her tell herself it didn’t happen.
After her shower and in her lack of effort mismatched underwear she brushed her hair.
As she turned on the hairdryer she thought she heard a door close.
Still not wanting to say the first word she ignored it and carried on brushing.
Once she turned off the hairdryer she was convinced she heard whispering from the hallway.
Now her curiosity and slight fear got the best of her.
‘Tomm’ she half heartedly called out.
After a few seconds of silence she tried again.
‘Tommm’ this time with a little more vigour.
Still nothing.
She wrapped a towel around herself and went to investigate.
Before reaching the bedroom door it flew open only for her to find herself grabbed by 3 masked men.
‘AHHHHHHHHH’ she screamed as much as her lungs allowed causing her body to seemingly freeze.
They dragged her to the bed, tearing the towel from her when she finally gained the ability to move it was too late.
She felt handcuffs attaching her limbs to each corner of the bed.
The 3 men backed away staring at her.
She was terrified and could only muster a raspy jagged breathing pattern.
One of them approached causing her to shudder.
‘You don’t need to be scared’
Zoe with reality setting in retorted
‘I don’t need to be scared? You have broke into my house, tied me up in my underwear and tell me I don’t need to be scared? Who are you? What do you want? I don’t keep money in the house, you’re wasting your time, my husband will be home any se…’
He put his hand over her mouth.
‘Here’s how this is going to work, we’re not here to hurt you or take anything from you, we’ll be gone before the night finishes, I will allow you to ask me 3 questions the whole time we’re here, now take your time to breathe first, you don’t want to waste them’
Zoe scared to death of her situation unknowing if she can trust this home intruders word, took a moment to breathe.
‘What in the world is going on?’
‘Well that’s simple really, we’re in your bedroom you’re tied up and we have a job to do, that was a waste of a question quite frankly, 2 left’
Zoe only left irritated by the smart assed remark of her captor.
‘Okay then, why are you here?’
‘We have been paid to do a job that involves you, 1 remaining’
Zoe paused for a second scared of what the response will be before shuddering out
‘What are you going to do to me?’
‘We’re here to tickle you’
Zoe’s eyes widened and neck shivered at the words just spoke.
‘Tickle me?’
‘Uh-uh-uh, I said 3 questions, that was 4, I’ll let that go as a warning but if you break the rules again I’ll have a punishment in store’
Zoe was entirely creeped out and petrified now.
She hated being tickled and now she was helpless to the hands of 3 masked men who she had no clue were and no idea if they were telling the truth or just trying to scare her.
Her mind raced with questions that she couldn’t ask through fear of whatever punishment could come her way.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the man’s slowly approaching hands.
‘This really isn’t a good idea, my husband will be back any minute’
He carried on lowering his hands towards her feet spidering as he did.
‘Then we’ve got at least a minute’
She tensed up, her lie had been seen through.
She knew she was stubborn but could she be stubborn enough to withstand this torture.
It had been months since she was tickled so she may have grown some immunity.
His fingers began to lazily graze the surface of her heel. Slowly dragging his nails in sloppy circles while his eyes painted on Zoe’s reaction.
Zoe kept composed and fought through the sensations, it wasn’t as bad as she remembered and perhaps as it was a stranger and an alarming situation she wouldn’t feel it.
She thought of a way to get herself out of the situation with her need for control taking over.
‘I probably should have said that I’m not ticklish’
Undeterred he slowly raised his circles over her arch and instep.
‘Are you sure?’
Zoe braced herself as the new sensations caused her to temporarily breathe deeper.
‘You’re wasting your time’
The man slightly frustrated by Zoe’s attitude started to pick up the pace.
‘You don’t seem to be relaxed right now’
Zoe now frustrated and wanting her situation to be over before her resolve does, fires back
‘Would you be relaxed if 3 weird lookshahaha’
He picked up his pace drastically dragging around her arch and heel
‘Well that seems a bit ticklish to me what do you think guys?’
Sniggers erupted from the men standing at the back of the bedroom eyes affixed on the situation unfolding.
Zoe fell for the trick and while talking had no power to fight the tickling on her bare feet.
‘Ahahahah stop ahah stop!’
‘Aww it looks like little miss smart mouth is ticklish after all’
He dragged his hands further up her sole inching closer to Zoe’s toes.
Zoe panicked.
‘Pleaeeeeassseee Hahahah stop’
The man kept circling now with more precision realising her tough exterior was crumbling into a giggling mess, zeroing in to her helpless toes.
Zoe scrunched her feet hoping to protect what little she had left.
‘You neeed to stop hshshshs’
Her laughter now evolving into something more erratic. Her face scrunching and closing her eyes, turning her head facing the wall.
His excitement grew as he stopped just before the toes and took his hands away.
Zoe confused opened her eyes making him in turn scribble all around her toes with rapid precision.
The second trick she fell for.
‘NOoOoOooo hahahahaha pleasaahahaha’
His unrelenting fingers were driving her wild.
‘Pleeeaaahahahse why hahah are you ahah doing thhahahas?’
‘That’s another question, now that’s a punishment’
One of the men approached from the corner of the room and started tickling one of Zoe’s feet as the first man took both hands to the other.
‘Nooooooooahhahahahahahah’
Zoe bucked wildly, swinging from side to side and any way to evade the now 2 men’s 10 fingers on her helpless soles.
‘I can’t g ghshshshs take this hahahah’
Now frantic and realising her situation is getting worse, thrown by the different patterns on her feet by the 2 different men’s rhythms she started to sweat as she thrashed about laughing helplessly.
‘I did warn you and gave you a free pass, you must of wanted someone else to join in’
Zoe with very quick thinking stopped herself from saying ‘why would I want that’ aware of what that would entail and instead
‘I didn’t Hahahahhaa knowwwwe the hahah punihahahashment ahahah’
Zoe was now becoming desperate, seconds seemingly took minutes and she felt herself getting more and more exhausted.
‘I think I need to check out the rest of your body, take over the other foot’
With that the second man kept a steady devastating rhythm on Zoe’s soles making sure to hit all the hotspots sporadically not allowing her to gain any certainty or resistance.
‘Hahahahah pleeeaaahahahseeeee stooppp, I cannnt tasaakkee iitty’
Zoe’s resolve was weakening, flooded by the thoughts of whether these men were telling the truth, who would pay someone to do this to her? But not daring to ask
‘I’ve seen you walking around your office in those sexy tights I always wondered if these legs were ticklish’
There’s no way it could be someone from work Zoe thought. But who else, one of the more stuck up lawyers Graham, annoyed at her rise to prominence had pinched her side before causing a squeak, could it be him?
That thought was quickly interrupted by the fingers creeping under her knees picking up pace.
‘Shshgshshsggs’
This was more tolerable than her feet but mixed with her feet caused a stifled giggle she hadn’t made before.
‘Not so bad here I see, I wonder where is your most ticklish spot’
His fingers raised to her helplessly sensitive thighs slowly dragging up as they seemed to pick up intensity throughout.
‘Pleeaaassseee not my legahahas’
It was no use, he kept scribbling up towards her lacy black thong creeping until he reached the crevices of her legs
‘That’s a good one but I don’t think that’s it’
Zoe was frantically trying to not react knowing this was one of her worst spots, she kept looking at her feet to try and outsmart him.
He suddenly grabbed her hips and began to dig in.
‘NOOOO AHAHAHHA AHHAHAHA’
The room now growing in volume as laughter bounces off the walls.
Zoe now more desperate than ever realising she had no neighbours close enough to hear her screams.
‘Hahahahhahahahhahahahahaha’
Echoed around as the men smiled underneath their masks almost as if strumming a guitar pleased at the sound evoked.
His hands kept raising circling her toned flat stomach gradually getting closer to her button before counting and digging into her ribs and repeating the process.
‘This is so much fun, I could do this forever’
‘NOOOOHAHAHGAHAHAHA’
Zoe’s voice was becoming hoarse, she was becoming hotter as she grew more exhausted, more frustrated at her predicament than ever, hoping more than anything he would avoid going any higher towards her armpits.
She laughed more intensely hoping he would be entranced into staying at her moderately ticklish ribs, at least that was better than what could come.
Her thoughts unknown to her captors he kept raising his hands taking his time and gradually reaching Zoe’s armpits.
Realisation sets in and she had to stifle a ‘why?’ once more.
His fingers reached their target with eyes affixed to her reactions.
He scribbled around her stretched out armpits that were almost inviting him in given the deep hollows slightly stretched forming a cave like entrance.
Zoe braced but it was no use, there was no disguising her desperation.
‘Hahhahahsvhshshsjhahavshshsvgshsbshabhahaggagagahahah
NOOOOO AHHAHAHAHHAHAGA NOOO’
Zoe zoomed about in her restraints helplessly trying to avoid the overwhelming sensations.
Her helplessness now set in alongside her desperation. She had no way to stop her demise.
‘Ohh she looks like she’s enjoying herself, are you having fun sweetie?’
‘Why hahaha would I be hahahaving fun?’
Zoe panicked as she realised what she’d done.
The third man approached in an excited haste.
The first captor snarked
‘Be sure to get her worst spot for me’
‘NOOOOOO IM AHHAHA SORRYYYYY AHHAHA’
Zoe was shocked she had apologised to her tormentors, frustrated at herself but little time to dwell on the fact as the third man with great technique dug into her inner thighs.
Her distraction technique was seen straight through.
‘NOOOOOIIIIOOIIJSHSHSHOOOOO’
Zoe howled as her now three most sensitive places were being ravaged with little sign of relent.
She was losing the power to buck and was sweating more than ever.
‘HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
It seemed to drown on in her own head and was all she heard for what felt like eternity.
She clung to her thoughts trying to understand why this was happening to her as she wiggled around aimlessly.
Surely Graham from the office wouldn’t do something like this, he’s married and had only touched her once in nearly 7 years.
He did always flirt with her though.
But who else could it be?
They’ve got to be lying!
Just some sick perverts.
Tom wouldn’t do this, surely not?
He loves me too much and wanted to do it himself so why would he hahahahgaga
Zoe’s thoughts were interrupted with her predicament once more.
Unable to have any thoughts besides her helpless state as the men began to up the ante digging in and switching spots to allow her no time to adjust.
They raked and scribbled between her toes, arches, instep, inner thighs, thigh crease, knees, ribs, tummy, hips, and armpits seemingly at random but with great timing.
‘PLKEEHAHAHAHSSEEEE’
‘Awww are you enjoying yourself yet’
Zoe went to ask the same question again when she realised she couldn’t get any more punishment, there were no more men that could join.
Unsure of whether she should but thinking she might get something other than tickling as punishment and make it stop.
Curiosity beat her.
‘Whhhyavahhahayyy wouuldhahaha I?’
The men stopped, unknown to her, smiling under their masks.
She took a second to catch her breath and almost half thinking she’d won the twisted game she had been dragged into when she see the man on her thighs move to her hairbrushes by her mirror, pass one to the other man at her left foot and sit beside the right one himself.
‘What the fuck are you doihahhagagahahahhah’
She luckily couldn’t finish the question before the hairbrushes dragged down her soles as the man on her upper body sat watching her reaction.
This was unlike anything she had experienced before.
‘Awww poor thing, thought you had no more punishments?’
He began spidering around her armpits again.
‘NOOOAHHAHAHAHAHAOAOAIAHAHAHAH’
Zoe’s laughter now shrieked around the room, her voice hoarse with laughter and losing energy growing in temperature, she thought before long she would pass out.
It gave her the most confusing feeling, she got an almost second wind as she felt her slit begin to moisten.
She thought she was going to pee but didn’t.
She couldn’t possibly be enjoying being kept prisoner by these 3 brutes.
‘PLKKEWAASSSEEE STOPPP HAYHAHAHA’
‘do you think you can take this allllll nighttttt longggggg?’
He dragged out toying with her almost as if he knew her thoughts.
She seemed to strike a new sense of resilience when she realised his games, although refused to answer and indulge in them.
‘ I’m talking to you Zoe’
He knew her name, it was now becoming all too real. He wasn’t lying he had really been hired.
Zoe’s resilience dissolved in an instant.
He continued to tease.
‘See I’ve done this sooo mannnyyy timnesss and I’ve got to say you really look like you’re enjoying yourself.
Zoe clenched, her hair nestling around her face and her body now sweating profusely.
‘If you want me to stop just ask, I’ll allow it’
She thought it must be a trick, there’s no way he’s telling the truth, but the hands all over her were not relenting, she tried to resist but she had to ask.
‘Willahahaha you please
Hahahaha stop’
‘And that’s another question’
Zoe could have punched herself now knowing what she’d done petrified of what new punishment awaited.
The man on her upper body laughed as he pulled a pair of scissors out and cut away her only modesty leaving her perfect glistening body for all to see.
All men seemed to gawk and temporarily pause before returning to wrecking poor Zoe.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA’
Zoe had stopped begging, she knew her fate.
Her nipples hardened in the new crisp air as her now dripping wet slit was flailing around with her body as almost a parade in full flow.
‘Ohhh see I knew you were having fun’
Zoe’s face flushed red as she realised he was telling the truth, there was something so exciting albeit however torturous about her predicament. About losing control and being made to suffer.
Maybe Tom was right. Maybe he planned this.
‘HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA’
She laughed away.
Fully accepting her fate in her exposed state, for the first time enjoying this messed up torture she had always hated.
Then almost without hesitation, they finally stopped.
‘Thanks for having us Zoe’
The 2 men began to leave almost as though they were proud of creating a masterpiece left on display.
The first and most vocal man unlocked a handcuff on her wrist and gave her the key to untie herself before heading to the exit.
‘Wait’
He stopped in his tracks without turning around.
‘I need to ask one more question please’
‘I’ll allow it for being so much fun’
‘Who sent you?’
He laughed to himself before brandishing a pen from his pocket.
He turned around and headed towards her feet pointing the pen at her soles.
‘I’ll write it’
‘Nooo just say itghahahahsh
Hahahahahah’
Zoes helpless giggles were now less desperate but tantalising every exhausted nerve ending on her now pink soles as she rolled side to side once more.
When he was finished he left without a word.
Zoe finished untying herself to read her soles.
‘The one you love the most’
It was Tom. It had to be.
How could he do this to her.
She would never let him know she had actually ended up aroused by the situation.
This was the worst thing he could ever do to someone he truly loved in her mind no matter the outcome.
She lay on the bed a full hour in her naked dishevelled beauty.
Reliving the situation as she was brought back to reality by the lights of Tom’s car pulling into the driveway.
With no intention of letting him know what she had been through to trip his guilty conscience or question if it even happened hoping he reveals the truth or asks a telling question.
She quickly scrubbed her feet clean giggling as the residual tickles lingered on her now hypersensitive feet and hid the handcuffs in her bedside drawer before jumping in the shower again.
Tom walked into the bedroom bearing flowers.
‘I’m so sorry I’ve been pushy lately honey, I thought it was something missing from my life but I’ve realised the only thing I can’t stand missing from my life is you’
She smiled at him and embraced into his strong welcoming arms as she whispered.
‘I love you baby’
With one thing on her mind.
Revenge.
I’m new.
Love reading stories so thought I’d write one.
A lot of description and build up as I intend to make it part of a 4 part series I have in mind.
All notes welcome.
Zoe’s peril.
It was a lonely late night walk home for Zoe.
Although relatively short from her workplace it seemed to last forever.
The fight with Tom echoing in her mind almost leading her to walk on autopilot.
She would usually call him on her travels or sometimes he would pick her up in his Porsche. But not tonight.
Zoe and Tom had cultivated quite a life together. Zoe had joined a law firm as a receptionist in her late teens and over the last 7 years had gained a reputation of being a highly proactive and productive employee, that ultimately resulted in her becoming trained and promoted into a qualified lawyer herself.
Of course the looks she was blessed with had no hindrance on her progress as much as she denies it having any association.
Long flowing chestnut hair encompassed her distinguished cheekbones, only heightened by her naturally movie star shaped lips.
Her sharp almost moonlit hazel eyes only complimenting her beauty further.
Many wouldn’t have need to notice her body given her elegance.
She was always covered up modestly but it did little to disguise her figure.
She thanked her mother for that resemblance. Her C cup breasts was what she was most insecure about, however was the thing Tom loved most.
Ample and shaped to perfection, met with a tight slender waist and a bum that was equally as shaped and lifted accentuating her slightly short slim legs.
Tom described her as the girl of his dreams for all but one reason.
The exact reason they’re now fighting.
Tom for the most part had led a reserved life.
A tall naturally athletic presence although never pursuing it due to his passion for writing which he had found much success with.
He was in shape but nothing to awe over.
It was his chiselled rugged looks, an almost scruffy auburn beard matching his hair that won Zoe over matched by his dry witty humour.
He himself declared that he was unremarkable.
He had such a passion for his craft he had no desire to chase women and probably that which led him to be with Zoe.
The thing that also led his lack of pursuit was something going on inside.
Something that had given him a great lack of confidence in his youth.
He had always found himself with an incessant desire for tickling.
As long as he can remember he couldn’t imagine anything other than a tickling scenario unfolding simply by looking at a girl in a magazine.
Once he discovered videos online it made him feel more secure in his lust although unwilling to make it public.
Until he met Zoe.
Being in love had made him realise he wanted to tell Zoe the truth.
That he desperately wanted to tie her down and indulge in his fetish while giving her an insatiable time afterwards.
Zoe had no such desire.
She had hated it since childhood when her mother used to pin her down and tickle her to get her to behave.
Although not desperately ticklish she was above moderately and hated losing control.
Probably what sprouted her stubbornness.
She had even separated from an ex before as he would do the same despite her protests.
But Tom was different.
She loved Tom deeply and felt safe with him.
She tried to allow him to tickle her unrestrained on a few sexual encounters but couldn’t bring herself to bear the sensations.
She had grown tired of trying and despite Tom’s pleas, her stubbornness took stride and she outright refused much to Tom’s dismay.
She couldn’t understand what Tom had enjoyed about it and found it to be much like her junior years at the firm, having to laugh off and cater to every wandering eye and control freak she had to work under.
The only reason she allowed Tom to try was due to her rise in power yet still not enjoying it she had drawn the line.
It created a divide in their relationship.
A deep love rooted but with sparks missing.
Desperate attempts were made to rekindle those sparks, none more so than the standalone spacious 5 bedroom house on sizeable land they could now afford since their careers took off.
It started well but ultimately proved what they’d known for some time now.
They wanted different things.
It had been 3 nights since Tom returned home, he claimed it was a meeting out of state, something Zoe suspected was a lie but too stubborn to make the first move to talk to him about to find out.
She was so lost in her own thoughts she hadn’t realised she had returned home.
Tom’s car still wasn’t there.
She rummaged through her bag trying to find her door keys when her phone rang.
Thinking it was tom and although would never admit it, desperate to talk to him rushed for it.
It was her mum and rang off before she even got the chance to answer it.
It rang again as she put her keys in the door.
Her mum again, a pocket dial by the sounds of things.
After curiously listening to a broken conversation for a few seconds she head up to the shower.
She wished things were different.
Everything was starting to look perfect in her life but this thing with Tom was dragging on and causing her to wonder if they would eventually separate.
A tear rolled down her cheek casually blending with the shower water that let her tell herself it didn’t happen.
After her shower and in her lack of effort mismatched underwear she brushed her hair.
As she turned on the hairdryer she thought she heard a door close.
Still not wanting to say the first word she ignored it and carried on brushing.
Once she turned off the hairdryer she was convinced she heard whispering from the hallway.
Now her curiosity and slight fear got the best of her.
‘Tomm’ she half heartedly called out.
After a few seconds of silence she tried again.
‘Tommm’ this time with a little more vigour.
Still nothing.
She wrapped a towel around herself and went to investigate.
Before reaching the bedroom door it flew open only for her to find herself grabbed by 3 masked men.
‘AHHHHHHHHH’ she screamed as much as her lungs allowed causing her body to seemingly freeze.
They dragged her to the bed, tearing the towel from her when she finally gained the ability to move it was too late.
She felt handcuffs attaching her limbs to each corner of the bed.
The 3 men backed away staring at her.
She was terrified and could only muster a raspy jagged breathing pattern.
One of them approached causing her to shudder.
‘You don’t need to be scared’
Zoe with reality setting in retorted
‘I don’t need to be scared? You have broke into my house, tied me up in my underwear and tell me I don’t need to be scared? Who are you? What do you want? I don’t keep money in the house, you’re wasting your time, my husband will be home any se…’
He put his hand over her mouth.
‘Here’s how this is going to work, we’re not here to hurt you or take anything from you, we’ll be gone before the night finishes, I will allow you to ask me 3 questions the whole time we’re here, now take your time to breathe first, you don’t want to waste them’
Zoe scared to death of her situation unknowing if she can trust this home intruders word, took a moment to breathe.
‘What in the world is going on?’
‘Well that’s simple really, we’re in your bedroom you’re tied up and we have a job to do, that was a waste of a question quite frankly, 2 left’
Zoe only left irritated by the smart assed remark of her captor.
‘Okay then, why are you here?’
‘We have been paid to do a job that involves you, 1 remaining’
Zoe paused for a second scared of what the response will be before shuddering out
‘What are you going to do to me?’
‘We’re here to tickle you’
Zoe’s eyes widened and neck shivered at the words just spoke.
‘Tickle me?’
‘Uh-uh-uh, I said 3 questions, that was 4, I’ll let that go as a warning but if you break the rules again I’ll have a punishment in store’
Zoe was entirely creeped out and petrified now.
She hated being tickled and now she was helpless to the hands of 3 masked men who she had no clue were and no idea if they were telling the truth or just trying to scare her.
Her mind raced with questions that she couldn’t ask through fear of whatever punishment could come her way.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the man’s slowly approaching hands.
‘This really isn’t a good idea, my husband will be back any minute’
He carried on lowering his hands towards her feet spidering as he did.
‘Then we’ve got at least a minute’
She tensed up, her lie had been seen through.
She knew she was stubborn but could she be stubborn enough to withstand this torture.
It had been months since she was tickled so she may have grown some immunity.
His fingers began to lazily graze the surface of her heel. Slowly dragging his nails in sloppy circles while his eyes painted on Zoe’s reaction.
Zoe kept composed and fought through the sensations, it wasn’t as bad as she remembered and perhaps as it was a stranger and an alarming situation she wouldn’t feel it.
She thought of a way to get herself out of the situation with her need for control taking over.
‘I probably should have said that I’m not ticklish’
Undeterred he slowly raised his circles over her arch and instep.
‘Are you sure?’
Zoe braced herself as the new sensations caused her to temporarily breathe deeper.
‘You’re wasting your time’
The man slightly frustrated by Zoe’s attitude started to pick up the pace.
‘You don’t seem to be relaxed right now’
Zoe now frustrated and wanting her situation to be over before her resolve does, fires back
‘Would you be relaxed if 3 weird lookshahaha’
He picked up his pace drastically dragging around her arch and heel
‘Well that seems a bit ticklish to me what do you think guys?’
Sniggers erupted from the men standing at the back of the bedroom eyes affixed on the situation unfolding.
Zoe fell for the trick and while talking had no power to fight the tickling on her bare feet.
‘Ahahahah stop ahah stop!’
‘Aww it looks like little miss smart mouth is ticklish after all’
He dragged his hands further up her sole inching closer to Zoe’s toes.
Zoe panicked.
‘Pleaeeeeassseee Hahahah stop’
The man kept circling now with more precision realising her tough exterior was crumbling into a giggling mess, zeroing in to her helpless toes.
Zoe scrunched her feet hoping to protect what little she had left.
‘You neeed to stop hshshshs’
Her laughter now evolving into something more erratic. Her face scrunching and closing her eyes, turning her head facing the wall.
His excitement grew as he stopped just before the toes and took his hands away.
Zoe confused opened her eyes making him in turn scribble all around her toes with rapid precision.
The second trick she fell for.
‘NOoOoOooo hahahahaha pleasaahahaha’
His unrelenting fingers were driving her wild.
‘Pleeeaaahahahse why hahah are you ahah doing thhahahas?’
‘That’s another question, now that’s a punishment’
One of the men approached from the corner of the room and started tickling one of Zoe’s feet as the first man took both hands to the other.
‘Nooooooooahhahahahahahah’
Zoe bucked wildly, swinging from side to side and any way to evade the now 2 men’s 10 fingers on her helpless soles.
‘I can’t g ghshshshs take this hahahah’
Now frantic and realising her situation is getting worse, thrown by the different patterns on her feet by the 2 different men’s rhythms she started to sweat as she thrashed about laughing helplessly.
‘I did warn you and gave you a free pass, you must of wanted someone else to join in’
Zoe with very quick thinking stopped herself from saying ‘why would I want that’ aware of what that would entail and instead
‘I didn’t Hahahahhaa knowwwwe the hahah punihahahashment ahahah’
Zoe was now becoming desperate, seconds seemingly took minutes and she felt herself getting more and more exhausted.
‘I think I need to check out the rest of your body, take over the other foot’
With that the second man kept a steady devastating rhythm on Zoe’s soles making sure to hit all the hotspots sporadically not allowing her to gain any certainty or resistance.
‘Hahahahah pleeeaaahahahseeeee stooppp, I cannnt tasaakkee iitty’
Zoe’s resolve was weakening, flooded by the thoughts of whether these men were telling the truth, who would pay someone to do this to her? But not daring to ask
‘I’ve seen you walking around your office in those sexy tights I always wondered if these legs were ticklish’
There’s no way it could be someone from work Zoe thought. But who else, one of the more stuck up lawyers Graham, annoyed at her rise to prominence had pinched her side before causing a squeak, could it be him?
That thought was quickly interrupted by the fingers creeping under her knees picking up pace.
‘Shshgshshsggs’
This was more tolerable than her feet but mixed with her feet caused a stifled giggle she hadn’t made before.
‘Not so bad here I see, I wonder where is your most ticklish spot’
His fingers raised to her helplessly sensitive thighs slowly dragging up as they seemed to pick up intensity throughout.
‘Pleeaaassseee not my legahahas’
It was no use, he kept scribbling up towards her lacy black thong creeping until he reached the crevices of her legs
‘That’s a good one but I don’t think that’s it’
Zoe was frantically trying to not react knowing this was one of her worst spots, she kept looking at her feet to try and outsmart him.
He suddenly grabbed her hips and began to dig in.
‘NOOOO AHAHAHHA AHHAHAHA’
The room now growing in volume as laughter bounces off the walls.
Zoe now more desperate than ever realising she had no neighbours close enough to hear her screams.
‘Hahahahhahahahhahahahahaha’
Echoed around as the men smiled underneath their masks almost as if strumming a guitar pleased at the sound evoked.
His hands kept raising circling her toned flat stomach gradually getting closer to her button before counting and digging into her ribs and repeating the process.
‘This is so much fun, I could do this forever’
‘NOOOOHAHAHGAHAHAHA’
Zoe’s voice was becoming hoarse, she was becoming hotter as she grew more exhausted, more frustrated at her predicament than ever, hoping more than anything he would avoid going any higher towards her armpits.
She laughed more intensely hoping he would be entranced into staying at her moderately ticklish ribs, at least that was better than what could come.
Her thoughts unknown to her captors he kept raising his hands taking his time and gradually reaching Zoe’s armpits.
Realisation sets in and she had to stifle a ‘why?’ once more.
His fingers reached their target with eyes affixed to her reactions.
He scribbled around her stretched out armpits that were almost inviting him in given the deep hollows slightly stretched forming a cave like entrance.
Zoe braced but it was no use, there was no disguising her desperation.
‘Hahhahahsvhshshsjhahavshshsvgshsbshabhahaggagagahahah
NOOOOO AHHAHAHAHHAHAGA NOOO’
Zoe zoomed about in her restraints helplessly trying to avoid the overwhelming sensations.
Her helplessness now set in alongside her desperation. She had no way to stop her demise.
‘Ohh she looks like she’s enjoying herself, are you having fun sweetie?’
‘Why hahaha would I be hahahaving fun?’
Zoe panicked as she realised what she’d done.
The third man approached in an excited haste.
The first captor snarked
‘Be sure to get her worst spot for me’
‘NOOOOOO IM AHHAHA SORRYYYYY AHHAHA’
Zoe was shocked she had apologised to her tormentors, frustrated at herself but little time to dwell on the fact as the third man with great technique dug into her inner thighs.
Her distraction technique was seen straight through.
‘NOOOOOIIIIOOIIJSHSHSHOOOOO’
Zoe howled as her now three most sensitive places were being ravaged with little sign of relent.
She was losing the power to buck and was sweating more than ever.
‘HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
It seemed to drown on in her own head and was all she heard for what felt like eternity.
She clung to her thoughts trying to understand why this was happening to her as she wiggled around aimlessly.
Surely Graham from the office wouldn’t do something like this, he’s married and had only touched her once in nearly 7 years.
He did always flirt with her though.
But who else could it be?
They’ve got to be lying!
Just some sick perverts.
Tom wouldn’t do this, surely not?
He loves me too much and wanted to do it himself so why would he hahahahgaga
Zoe’s thoughts were interrupted with her predicament once more.
Unable to have any thoughts besides her helpless state as the men began to up the ante digging in and switching spots to allow her no time to adjust.
They raked and scribbled between her toes, arches, instep, inner thighs, thigh crease, knees, ribs, tummy, hips, and armpits seemingly at random but with great timing.
‘PLKEEHAHAHAHSSEEEE’
‘Awww are you enjoying yourself yet’
Zoe went to ask the same question again when she realised she couldn’t get any more punishment, there were no more men that could join.
Unsure of whether she should but thinking she might get something other than tickling as punishment and make it stop.
Curiosity beat her.
‘Whhhyavahhahayyy wouuldhahaha I?’
The men stopped, unknown to her, smiling under their masks.
She took a second to catch her breath and almost half thinking she’d won the twisted game she had been dragged into when she see the man on her thighs move to her hairbrushes by her mirror, pass one to the other man at her left foot and sit beside the right one himself.
‘What the fuck are you doihahhagagahahahhah’
She luckily couldn’t finish the question before the hairbrushes dragged down her soles as the man on her upper body sat watching her reaction.
This was unlike anything she had experienced before.
‘Awww poor thing, thought you had no more punishments?’
He began spidering around her armpits again.
‘NOOOAHHAHAHAHAHAOAOAIAHAHAHAH’
Zoe’s laughter now shrieked around the room, her voice hoarse with laughter and losing energy growing in temperature, she thought before long she would pass out.
It gave her the most confusing feeling, she got an almost second wind as she felt her slit begin to moisten.
She thought she was going to pee but didn’t.
She couldn’t possibly be enjoying being kept prisoner by these 3 brutes.
‘PLKKEWAASSSEEE STOPPP HAYHAHAHA’
‘do you think you can take this allllll nighttttt longggggg?’
He dragged out toying with her almost as if he knew her thoughts.
She seemed to strike a new sense of resilience when she realised his games, although refused to answer and indulge in them.
‘ I’m talking to you Zoe’
He knew her name, it was now becoming all too real. He wasn’t lying he had really been hired.
Zoe’s resilience dissolved in an instant.
He continued to tease.
‘See I’ve done this sooo mannnyyy timnesss and I’ve got to say you really look like you’re enjoying yourself.
Zoe clenched, her hair nestling around her face and her body now sweating profusely.
‘If you want me to stop just ask, I’ll allow it’
She thought it must be a trick, there’s no way he’s telling the truth, but the hands all over her were not relenting, she tried to resist but she had to ask.
‘Willahahaha you please
Hahahaha stop’
‘And that’s another question’
Zoe could have punched herself now knowing what she’d done petrified of what new punishment awaited.
The man on her upper body laughed as he pulled a pair of scissors out and cut away her only modesty leaving her perfect glistening body for all to see.
All men seemed to gawk and temporarily pause before returning to wrecking poor Zoe.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA’
Zoe had stopped begging, she knew her fate.
Her nipples hardened in the new crisp air as her now dripping wet slit was flailing around with her body as almost a parade in full flow.
‘Ohhh see I knew you were having fun’
Zoe’s face flushed red as she realised he was telling the truth, there was something so exciting albeit however torturous about her predicament. About losing control and being made to suffer.
Maybe Tom was right. Maybe he planned this.
‘HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA’
She laughed away.
Fully accepting her fate in her exposed state, for the first time enjoying this messed up torture she had always hated.
Then almost without hesitation, they finally stopped.
‘Thanks for having us Zoe’
The 2 men began to leave almost as though they were proud of creating a masterpiece left on display.
The first and most vocal man unlocked a handcuff on her wrist and gave her the key to untie herself before heading to the exit.
‘Wait’
He stopped in his tracks without turning around.
‘I need to ask one more question please’
‘I’ll allow it for being so much fun’
‘Who sent you?’
He laughed to himself before brandishing a pen from his pocket.
He turned around and headed towards her feet pointing the pen at her soles.
‘I’ll write it’
‘Nooo just say itghahahahsh
Hahahahahah’
Zoes helpless giggles were now less desperate but tantalising every exhausted nerve ending on her now pink soles as she rolled side to side once more.
When he was finished he left without a word.
Zoe finished untying herself to read her soles.
‘The one you love the most’
It was Tom. It had to be.
How could he do this to her.
She would never let him know she had actually ended up aroused by the situation.
This was the worst thing he could ever do to someone he truly loved in her mind no matter the outcome.
She lay on the bed a full hour in her naked dishevelled beauty.
Reliving the situation as she was brought back to reality by the lights of Tom’s car pulling into the driveway.
With no intention of letting him know what she had been through to trip his guilty conscience or question if it even happened hoping he reveals the truth or asks a telling question.
She quickly scrubbed her feet clean giggling as the residual tickles lingered on her now hypersensitive feet and hid the handcuffs in her bedside drawer before jumping in the shower again.
Tom walked into the bedroom bearing flowers.
‘I’m so sorry I’ve been pushy lately honey, I thought it was something missing from my life but I’ve realised the only thing I can’t stand missing from my life is you’
She smiled at him and embraced into his strong welcoming arms as she whispered.
‘I love you baby’
With one thing on her mind.
Revenge.
