R E L E N T L E S S Her wrists are tied behind her back with a thin shoelace, her ankles bound in a similar manner. Her immobilized body lies helplessly on the soft rug in your living room. She breaths loudly through her nose, half due to the tape covering her mouth and half due to the increasing adrenaline in her veins. She had been simply placed there after she was dragged in, and now you are standing there, preparing to disrobe her. You start by removing her shoes, then her soft white socks, revealing her petite toes and comely soles. You slowly drag your finger from her heel to the ball of her foot, caressing the silky smooth skin while tracing the curve of the arch. Her reaction is subtle, but you notice it nonetheless. Her delightful little toes all twitch slightly at the light grazing. But you decide to save those for later. Now, you release the knot binding her ankles together and grab each of her pant legs. With her protesting beneath the gag, you pull on her pants until you have worked them off her slim hips, then pull them down her slender legs. As for her shirt, your original plan was to cut it off, but instead you gently roll her onto her back and rip it slowly with your hands. She writhes around a bit as you do so, raising her head to look down at you slowly exposing her tender torso. Several minutes later, you have secured her in another position. Now, she is unyieldingly bound to a small velvet chair, gazing up at you in fearful curiosity as to your intentions. Both of her arms are behind the backing of the chair. Her right wrist is handcuffed to the back left chair leg, and vice versa, meaning her thin arms are in the shape of an 'X' behind her. Her feet are also firmly tied to the chair with shoelaces-her left ankle to the front left leg, her right ankle to the front right. She looks so very fetching, clad only in a pair of soft white cotton underwear and matching bra. You begin to strip while standing right in front of her, feasting on her terrified whimpering as you reveal your huge member. You stroke it gently, prepping it for the sensations it's about to receive. It twitches and throbs each time your hand gingerly makes contact. She looks up into your face with desperation, her eyes innocently pleading with you. She moans into the tape covering her mouth, probably an attempt to beg for mercy. Her facial expression clearly conveys her message: "I implore you. Please...don't hurt me. Just let me go...I'll forget you even exist." Needless to say, her attempts are in vain. You sit in a chair that's bolted to the floor about two feet in front of her. It's an oak wood chair, upholstered with a fluffy white material. It's shaped like a kitchen chair-three slats in the backing, each with the fluff on them. Your balls always feel like they're in heaven while being rubbed against the seat of the chair, and sometimes you feel like you are, watching the helpless woman you currently hold captive in the chair in front of you. You are quickly lost in your lust, as you begin eyeing her exposed tummy. She watches you intently, desperately trying to predict your next move. She gets her answer, too, when you reach out and lightly tickle her soft navel. She squirms a bit, trying to get away from your antagonistic fingers, but her restraints hold her in place. You lean forward and take an edge of the tape with your fingers, and quickly yank it off painlessly. She inhales deeply and prepares to plea to you, but before she can speak your fingers are lightly wiggling across her belly again. She releases the purest sounding string of giggles you have ever heard. You tickle her all around her sensitive belly with both hands, causing her to wriggle helplessly in restrained delight. She is bucking and thrashing uncontrollably, pulling on her handcuffs for all she's worth, but her tender abdomen can never seem to escape your relentless fingers. Across her navel, up each side of her rib cage, and just below her breasts you tickle, all the while she screams and wails in a vain attempt to beg for mercy. Finally, your eyes yearn to see more of her heavenly body and you rip the strap between the cups of her bra, fully exposing her breasts to your hungry gaze. You walk behind her and remove two small, soft pink feathers from a drawer. Holding each one between your thumb and forefinger in each hand, you wrap your arms around the chair and lightly wave them against her involuntarily swollen nipples. She gasps sharply, releasing a startled yelp. It's obvious that this is a foreign sensation to her. You twirl the torturously fluffy feathers against the small pink nubs, then all across her soft, beautiful tits. She moans in ticklish anguish, which soon turns to hysterical laughter. She bucks and screams, pulling frantically at her restraints in a futile frenzy to escape the increasingly intense torment of her exposed breasts. At last, during a brief moment of calm, she tries begging with you once again. "Please, stop tickling!! I'll suck you off; I'll screw you, anything!!! Just stop tickling, I can't take it!!" You think about it for a moment. She has brought up a good point-the prospect of having your stiff wood in her soft wet mouth is one you just can't resist. You set the feathers down and walk around to the front of her. She looks down at your swollen tool reluctantly; with an expression on her face reflecting a great distaste for the sexual act she is about to have forced upon her. You hold the tip of it against her moist lips. Her mouth is soft, as you predicted, and yields to your persistence, and you slide it in effortlessly. Her tongue strokes and caresses the solid shaft, her cheeks massage your rigid dick every time she sucks the spit from her mouth and swallows. She moans in dismay a few times, expressing how much she despises the taste in her mouth. Every time her tongue slithers across the tip and scrotum, your penis twitches with pleasurable delight. After a minute or so, it shudders a bit, and you take her head in both hands. You stroke her hair, thinning it with your fingers while growling into her ear. You push her head fully into your crotch and gruffly order her to suck harder, and with more vigor. She cries out in disgusted alarm as you suddenly explode in her mouth. Your cock's eruption fills her silky soft mouth with hot, sticky, unwelcome male fluid. You are very pleased when, rather than choke on and try to spit out the load of semen you've just dumped in her mouth, she swallows every last bit of it. You pump away for a few more minutes, letting her lick away the last traces of your fluids and becoming solid again. You withdraw your semi-erect dick from her mouth and look at her pretty face. You go over behind her chair and lean down, resting your chin on her bare shoulder. "If you try to escape, I will kill you." Your voice is a harsh whisper, a clear threat aimed directly into her ear. She swallows hard but doesn't respond otherwise. You retrieve the key to her handcuffs and release her wrists, and then you untie her ankles. She obeys your warning and remains absolutely still, even though she is completely untied. The chair you were sitting in to tickle her earlier becomes another anchor point-your grasp her ankles and pull on her body slowly until she is slouched down in her chair. You push her feet through the gap between the seat and the bottom slat in the chair facing her body, so they are sticking out the back. You tie her ankles firmly in place, so the horizontal AND vertical crossbars of the chair immobilize them. Afterward, you return to her head and pull her arms up, bending them over the back of the chair at the elbow. Needless to say, you tie them to the chair's backing-her wrists tied to the second slat up from the seat, her elbows tied to the top slat. Finally, you tie a shoelace to the front left leg of the chair, string it over her slim waist, and tie it to the front right leg. This makes it so her midsection can't fall off either side of the chair. You stand back and admire the view. Her body is now tied securely and comfortably between the two chairs, her butt and pussy between the seats, her feet sticking out the back slat of the chair you were sitting in earlier. They are so prone. So vulnerable. Those beautiful bare feet...those ticklish bare feet. You pick up the two feathers you had earlier and look into her terrified eyes. "You said you wouldn't tickle me anymore!" Her voice quivers with anxiety and dismay. You kneel in front of her helpless bare feet, admiring the sensual curves or her voluptuous soles and inviting little toes. You lean forward and sniff cautiously at her feet, delighted by the clean, fragrant aroma. Surrounded by the fluffy white material of the chair's slats, her sexy little feet look almost angelic. And, if you didn't know better, you'd say she WAS an angel. A hopelessly ticklish angel. You look into her face with a wolfish grin. "I did say I wouldn't tickle you anymore, didn't I..." You feel very little disappointment, however. "Well, I never prided myself on my honesty." With that, you let each feather graze along her sensitive heels. The reaction is instantaneous-she erupts in a gale of giggles. She has given up on begging-all she says now is "Please, oh god no!" before you wave the soft quills against her tender arches. She pulls on the chair her ankles are bound to with her legs, desperately yanking with all her might, but the bolted down chair doesn't move. She begins laughing hysterically, wiggling her feet around and spreading/curling her toes, but you still don't relent. You flutter the feathers against her cute little toes, then put your feathers between them and saw back and forth viciously. She's in hysterics, thrashing and shrieking, but you only become even more turned on by it. Every so often, just to be cruel, you stop and let her catch her breath, but quickly return to assaulting her helpless feet, torturing the unbearably ticklish toes and soles. Eventually, you discard the feathers and begin scribbling furiously with your fingers against her suffering arches. The switching between using your fingers and the feathers continues for a good hour, and by the time you're done it feels like your dick is about to explode. You stand up and gaze at her face. She is clearly exhausted, and her head is slumped down onto her chest. She is breathing heavily, coming out as quick, sporadic breaths-and a light sheen of sweat has formed on her sexy body. You kneel next to her, looking at the flimsy white underwear hiding her undoubtedly lovely sex from the world. She watches powerlessly as you slide the undergarment down off her hips, and then tear it completely off her body. Her pussy is, as you suspected, gorgeous. You reach up and stroke her narrow vagina, gingerly sliding your middle finger into her moist womanhood. She whimpers softly, a combination of embarrassment and pleasure. After pulling your finger out, you stand and walk behind her, planting both hands on her smooth, curved shoulders. "I wish I hadn't sent my right-hand man to kidnap you. I wish it had been my hand cupping your little mouth..." You slide your hand across her cheek and cup it over her mouth, pulling it back into your engorged crotch. Her hair is soft and silky, and feels even better against your wang and balls then the chair does. "Did you scream? Did you struggle and try to escape...?" You lean over, and, with your cock still against her hair, begin probing her smooth cunt with your free hand. "That's ok...I can re-enact your kidnapping, in a way, can't I?" You lightly tickle her inner thigh, inducing a muffled giggle from your captive. You tickle her harder, and she begins writhing uncomfortably. Your fingers attack her thighs with even more vigor, this time not stopping. She begins screaming and laughing into the palm covering her mouth, muffled cries of tickle-induced misery. Soon, you are tickling the extra-tender pussy lips, your hand still smothering the wails of her tormented misery. As she is tickled, her head moves up and down/back and forth, rubbing her silk-like hair into your pampered crotch. It's a sensation that brings you to the edge of coming, but you stop yourself on the verge of release. Finally, you can take no more. You step over her body so her thighs are between your legs. She watches as you take your throbbing cock in your hand and push the tip against her narrow opening. Her slit is tight yet involuntarily well lubricated and she moans as you slide your way in. Much to her dismay, you lean forward and lightly tickly her underarms. She begins releasing those hot giggles that you love so much and squirming as you tickle her harder and harder. Because her waist is anchored to the chair, her only movement (though limited) is an up and down motion, parallel to the thrusting motion you make as you fuck her. You slide your hands down from her hairless armpits along her ribs, to her tummy and begin tickling her harder than you have to this point. She screams with laughter as her pussy muscles clench and unclench on your throbbing dick. She can't help but be quite pleasured by the sex, and it shows, as she begins pulling her waist back as you withdraw and pushing her waist forward to meet your every thrust. You close your eyes and push yourself into her as far as possible as you explode once again in her, dumping you load inside her a second time. Shortly after, the tickling proves to be too much for her and she passes out, becoming a limp body that no longer responds to your torture. You withdraw from her and begin to put your clothes back on. After all, you have a long day planned for her, and she should rest for now. Now fully clothed, you leave the room, switching off the light just before closing the door. -End AUTHOR'S NOTE: Keep an eye out for this story's sequel, "Relentless 2", sometime soon. It follows the same events through the eyes of the girl, rather than the kidnapper.
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