A Pleasant Surprise

By The Masked Tickler

Artemis was a young attractive woman who had a penchant for bondage; she had given herself willingly to bondage photo shoots and other activities of the like.  She stood about 5’2” tall with lovely Reddish brown hair and melting green eyes.  On this particular night Artemis, dressed in simple cutoff jean shorts, sandals and a cotton blouse, made her way out to her car for a trip to the store.  It was around 8:30 on a Friday evening and it was already dark, but the streetlights had not turned on just yet and her car was waiting in total darkness.  As she fondled with her keys trying to find the lock she was suddenly grabbed from behind.  Startled she went to scream, but a strong hand with a soft white cloth had firmly clamped over her mouth and nose.  She attempted vainly to break free and run, but the last thing she remembered before her vision left was the sight of her keys falling to the ground.

 Her captor scooped her limp body up and carefully placed it in the back seat.  He then climbed into the front seat behind the steering wheel and looked around making sure the scene had not been witness by anyone.  Seeing that the coast was clear he started the engine and drove off into the darkness of the night.

 After driving for what was a good half-hour the stranger pulled into a dirt driveway outside a small house located on the outskirts of town.  He pulled the car around and parked it the garage behind the house.  He got out of the car, pulled the garage door closed and then unlocked the door to the house.  Turning on a couple of lights inside he returned to the garage and opened the backdoor of the car and gently pulled the still unconscious Artemis out and carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind him with his foot.  He carried Artemis to a small room on the far end of the house and closed the door behind him.  After an hour or so the stranger opened the door, turned the lights off and left the room.

 The next morning, Artemis began to wake up from her peaceful slumber.  As her head began to clear she tried to focus her eyes, unfortunately all she could make out was darkness, and her initial thought was that she was blind, but she soon realized that she was blindfolded.  She could make out a faint light from under her blindfold.  Her fear and confusion now began to stir even further.  She attempted to call out for help, however she had also been gagged with some kind of cotton cloth possibly a bandanna or rag.  She then went to remove the blindfold and gag, her arms wouldn’t move.  Her head cleared further with the increasing anxiety and she found her arms had been tied above her head.  She felt some kind of cotton rope around her wrists; actually the rope had been expertly tied around her arms.  Starting just above the elbows the rope crisscrossed around her arms then back between them like a shoelace on a pair of shoes, ending up wrapping around her wrists.  Artemis could feel with her fingers the ends of the rope tied off to something above her head.   Artemis could tell she was tied to a bed, but it was a very small bed, she could make out the sides from under her blindfold.  As she continued to struggle she could tell that whoever had her had also managed to tie her ankles as well.  Her legs had been tied spread apart at the ankles and up in the air slightly.  They hadn’t been tied with rope, but something softer perhaps silk scarves or maybe panty hose.  She could tell from the way she was bound that her captor kind of knew what he or she was doing.  She twisted back and forth to get a better idea of her surroundings.  Then she had another reality check, a cool draft swept up between her legs.  The cool breeze that drifted up alerted her that a sheet covered her and the fabric rubbing gently against her bare breasts signaled her to the fact that she had also been stripped naked.  She lay there in a mixture of confusion arousal and fear.

 “Who could have done this?  Why did they do this? And what did they have planned for her?” she thought as she lay there helpless.

 She lay there for what seemed like hours, struggling trying whatever she could to find some way out of her situation.  In a short moment of rest she heard footsteps entering the room.  She waited for whoever had come in to make the first move before attempting to scream, or cry out for help.  The stranger said nothing; she could sense his or her presence next to her at the head of the bed.  Then the stranger slowly started to pull the sheet off; it was being pulled off from the top corner by her shoulder.  The fabric softly caressed her nipples as it made its journey to fully expose her body.  Artemis moaned in a mix of mid pleasure and fear, still puzzled as to the identity of her captor and his or her intentions.

 The tender caressing lasted for several minutes up and down each leg and across her tummy.  Every once in a while the fingers made their way up around each breast trailing along the undersides then down the middle.  The effect was stimulating.  Artemis found it very difficult to control herself.  The stranger then stood up.

 Artemis lay there thinking. “Where is he? What’s he going to do next?”

 She didn’t have to wait long; she felt the same firm fingers running back and forth along the tops of her helpless bound feet.  With the previous tactile stimulation this was maddening to her.

 “Oh no, not that…please he’s tickling!  Oh stop, stop it!” she thought fighting back the giggles.

 The fingers then finally directed their touch to the soft tender undersides of her feet.  In a reflex action Artemis jerked her feet and let slip a muffled giggle.

“Mphheheheahph”

 She knew that she had let one of her weaknesses slip; she could only hope that her captor would not torture her for very long.  As her feet twitched and wiggled her head shook back and forth.  She then heard a masculine voice...

 “Hmm”

 The fingers continued they're tickling as they moved down her soles and then along the backs of her calves to the soft backs of her knees.  This made her legs bounce rapidly as her giggles increased and include mild pleading.

 “Mphheheheh Mnooohehephmphhahhee”

 The stranger now let his fingers spider walk up and down her legs with more devilish intent.  It was as if he now wanted to find her most ticklish spots, or maybe just tickle torture her to his content.  Back down along her inner thighs and back up around her belly button.  The whole time Artemis twisted, tugged and giggled with ticklish delight.  In her restrained position her body couldn’t fight against her assailant’s attack.  She shook her head and bounced her legs, and then suddenly it stopped. Artemis fell limp breathing heavy through her nose and what she could through her mouth.  Her body had been brought almost to its ticklish peak.  She only feared that if it had continued she would be driven mad.  As she lay catching her breath she had no idea that her captor had left the room.  She did what she could to prepare herself for what spot would be tickled next.  The combination of the bondage and tickling had also managed to stir her sexual arousal.

 After several minutes of peace Artemis began to wonder what the stranger was up to.  She then again heard the footsteps enter the room again.  Involuntarily her breathing became heavy again.  She then felt the stranger’s warm hands again; they gripped around her right leg just above the knee.  This was another weak spot for Artemis she let slip a hearty giggle and her knee bounced.  She then felt a thin leather strap slip around her leg where the stranger’s hands were then her leg was pulled to the outside. Then it seemed the strap was tied off to the side of the bed, the same was then done to her left leg.  This left her unable to pull her legs together, not that she was able to before, but this immobilized her lower body even more so.

 “What is he doing? Or worse what is he GOING to do?!” Artemis thought.

 As her captor finished securing her left leg she could hear his footsteps coming back around to the right side.  Again he sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

 “Pleems dmon’t hmrt Mpheee” she tried to beg.

 “Hehehehe” was all she heard in response.

 Then without warning she felt something soft trail down the exposed part of her right arm.  It totally caught her off guard. She let out a muffled squeal and she jerked her upper body as far away as she could, which wasn’t very far.

 “Eeeep!”

 It reached her armpit and then stopped as quickly as it started.

 “Oh my! What was that?” she thought to herself as her breathing became more rapid in anticipation.

 Suddenly, the soft touch returned again, she squealed and giggled involuntarily.  It was some kind of soft brush and it tickled like crazy.  She could only lay there in restrained anticipation.  Then on her left arm she felt it, she jerked and giggled again trying her best to avoid the tickling touch.  It seemed that her captor intended to tickle torture her and she was helpless to do anything about it.  But why did he tie her legs out the way he did? In a fiendish moment the stranger began flicking the soft bristles back and forth and around each breast.  Artemis shook her shoulders from side to side in a vain attempt to avoid the tickling bristles.  This only served to aid the stranger; he just held the brush still and let Artemis torture herself.

 “EEEEp MHHhHAhhehe, Mnooooahmhmhhm” she giggled and laughed.

 Then down the center of her chest the stranger dragged the brush, the soft bristles teasing every inch as they trailed their way down.  Reaching her tummy he twirled the brush around the outside of her belly button, occasionally dipping down inside.  He then flicked the brush back and forth against each side of her tummy just above the hip. Every time Artemis would jerk to one side he would tickle the other and vice versa back and forth keeping Artemis in a fit of giggles not knowing where the tickling would strike next.  Then suddenly it was made apparent to her why her legs were tied out.  The stranger let the brush travel down along the crease between her leg and her lips.  The leather straps creaked and strained as she tried to pull her legs together.  The effect was almost immediate, she gasped and gave a moan as if in a mix of pleasure and pleading.  The stranger was bound to tickle torture her into full-blown arousal and so far he’d done very well. Artemis was already on her way to sexual arousal and this was only torturing her.   Up and down each side then a gentle twirl over the top, Artemis tried to shift from side to side, but couldn’t she was all his to play with as he wished.  Just as she was reaching a sexual plateau it stopped.   She let out a definite moan of displeasure.

 “What!? Why did he stop?” she thought as she felt the stranger stand up again.

 She felt his fingers drag down her legs from thigh to knee then to the calf.

 “Oh! NO!! Please not there!! Not my feet! Please come back and keep tickling me down here!” she begged in her mind.

 But her gag prevented her from expressing her desires to him.  He started flicking the brush up and down her soft ticklish sole.  She jerked her foot and curled her toes, but it did no good, he was going to tickle her and she knew it.  She started laughing and giggling as the brush found the underside of her toes and twirled without end tickling each toe.  Her legs now fully restrained she could do little to stop the torture, she returned to shake her head back and forth and let loose her muffled laughing and pleading.

“MPHHAHAhahhehehhHAHha NOoooooHAHAAHmPleeahse aAAMAMAHHAHAhmhmhmh”

Then to make the situation worse, while the brush  tortured one foot the stranger let his free hand tickle and stroke her other foot.  It was more than Artemis could take, she couldn’t take this much tickling and having been sexually tickled made her long for sexual release.  Several minutes of nonstop toe tickling left her in constant streams of giggling even after it stopped.

   As she began to realize the tickling had actually stopped she felt a rag clamp down over her nose and mouth again.  She was lost in laughter and couldn’t willingly hold her breath, so she began inhaling.  Slowly her head began to swim and then she fell limp on the bed, still breathing heavily.

Time had no meaning to her in her forced slumber; it could have been minutes, hours or even days before she once again began to regain consciousness.   She was suddenly awakened by a burning sensation in her nose; her captor had held some kind of ammonia or smelling salts under her nose to wake her up.  She shook her head to clear her nose.  She found herself in a different position this time, still blindfolded, but this time the cloth gag had been replaced by ball gag.  She could tell that her hair had been braided in two ponytails that hung off each side of her head.  Artemis had also been restrained in some kind of suspension bondage, as far as she could tell she was still nude.  This time however, she had been placed in some kind of leather corset harness that covered her midsection and cupped her breasts slightly.  The corset harness was connected in the back to a heavy chain that hung from the ceiling.  Her wrists had been placed in leather padded cuffs and then pulled over her head and locked onto the ends of a spreader bar that was hanging from the ceiling at each end of the bar.  She could feel two loose straps that ran between her legs and up the back to the corset, they were not tight or uncomfortable, but lightly rubbed back and forth with what little movement she could muster.  As for her legs, they were bent behind her, her ankles in similar padded leather cuffs and they were connected to the ends of a spreader bar that was also suspended off the floor to where she could only touch the toes on the cool smooth floor.  The only movement she could do was a kind of back and forth swinging action by pushing off with her toes.  Her position was rather constrictive, but not totally uncomfortable, her weight was supported by the corset.  Her braids left open at the ends, brushed back and forth over her breasts as she moved her head.  She squealed and begged to be released, but again there was no answer.

 After several minutes of useless struggling and squealing she heard a door open and then footsteps coming down what she thought had to be steps.  Artemis had been moved to the basement in the house, which had been turned into a sort of dungeon playroom.  Her suspension had left her hanging slightly leaning forward.  The memory of her last session with her captor was still as vivid as if it had just happened.  As the steps grew louder and closer Artemis started breathing faster in anticipation.  The stranger approached her and began checking the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists making sure everything was holding well.  As he checked her ankles he playfully ran his fingers up her soles.  Artemis jerked her feet and squealed as he did this.  She began pleading again with her captor, though she didn’t really know why, she knew that she was helpless and at his mercy.

 “Eeeek! Heheheheahhaha, No pLeeese!”

 As she suspected her pleas fell on deaf ears.  She could only imagine the tortures he would or could inflict upon her in this position.  She hung silent as she waited for what was to come next.  To her surprise she heard the stranger walk away and back up the stairs, then she heard the door close.

 She thought to herself, “What?  Where did he go?  Hey come back! Don’t leave me here like this!”

 Artemis hung there silent for a moment hoping that her kidnapper would maybe come back, but she only heard the deafening silence of the cold room.  She grew impatient, she had to try and get free.  Artemis pressed her toes against the cold floor and pushed forward, this did nothing but make her swing forward slightly.  Her swinging motion also caused the two straps between her legs to tighten and loosen against her soft sensitive lips. She could tell that something was strange about the straps, they weren’t the same leather that made up the corset, and they were softer somehow.  They were kind of fluffy and being loose they kind of tickled in a way.  What she didn’t know was that the straps were actually cords with fluffy feather-down tied along the length.  The tickling was kind of an annoying sensation, it tickled, but not enough to prompt laughter, it was more like the feeling of an itch that you can’t scratch.  There was little she could do, she tried to keep herself from swinging back and forth, but every time she tried to use her toes to stop she would only push herself again.  This kept the tickling sensation constant, it was driving her crazy, and occasionally one of the straps would slip between the lips increasing the sensation.  The pleasure factor of the tickling was getting her Hot making her want to keep it going, but the annoying part wanted to make her do anything to stop it.  To make things worse she would shift her head from side to side and this caused the ends of her hair to brush back and forth across the exposed portion of her nipples.

 Artemis remained in this mixed state of frustrated pleasure for sometime, until she once again heard the door open and the heavy footsteps return down the stairs.  The stranger then placed something heavy on either a table or the floor in front of her.  She heard the opening of some kind of latches like those on a briefcase or suitcase.  The thought of what was going on with her captor took her mind off her lower bodies torment for a short time.  She heard a strange noise like a click then a buzzing noise, it seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place what the sound was from.  Then she heard the click again and then silence.  She then heard the footsteps come towards her; she could sense the person standing in front of her.  Artemis could feel the warm breath of the stranger on her forehead and face.

 “Well, at least he’s got clean breath.  It would be cruel and unusual punishment if he had bad breath standing this close to me.”  She thought waiting for his next move.

 As she shifted herself the tickling sensations between her legs returned.  Then without warning hands reached around the back of her head and removed the ball gag.  With a sigh of relief Artemis opened and closed her mouth several times trying to relax her jaw muscles that had grown tired holding her mouth open.

 “Aaah, Thanks” she said only to be returned with continued silence.

 The stranger stood on her right side then began walking his first two fingers down the backs of her legs then down her calves.

 “Hey! What are you doing?  Come on, let me go please.” She pleaded

 The stranger continued to walk his fingers down her calves then over the top of the padded cuff and then he stopped at the top of Artemis’ heel and waited.  Artemis knew what he was going to do, if there was one thing about her kidnapper, he was consistent.

 “Please don’t, don’t do it.  I can’t stand to be tiiiick” she started to beg.

 Before she could get the word tickle past her lips the fingers started lightly tickling her foot.  Artemis jerked her foot causing her to swing forward again this caused the feathery straps to tease her lips again.  The stranger paused for a moment then he tickled again.  Artemis began pleading and giggling.

 “heheheh stop stop hehehe pleeeeease ahhaha”

 Walking around he reached down and tickled her left sole this time a little harder than before making Artemis jerk harder and swing more.  As she giggled and pleaded, the stranger walked around to stand in front of her again.

 “HEEEEhhehhahahaha Please doooooon’t aahahaha this is mean ahahahehehe let me go please.”

 He watched as she swung gently back and forth, shifting her hips from side to side as the straps teased her.  He stepped away from her, she continued to beg and plead.

 “Please don’t torture me like this, pleeeeeease I can’t stand it. Hehehe”

 The stranger continued his silence, almost intentionally ignoring her pleas.  After a moment Artemis could hear him turn back around and step close to her.

 “W w what are you doing? Please don’t tickle, please, oh pleeeeeee…” she begged

 Cutting her off the stranger ran something down her bare arms to her armpits, they felt like fingernails but different.  This made her laugh and she jerked her arms bouncing her body up and down.  The stranger paused and tickled her sensitive armpits as she jerked, laughed and bounced in torment.

 “HAHAHAHhahahahAHAHSTop SSSSSSSTOPAHAHAHAHHA PLEASE AAHHAHA DON’T AHHAHAHHAAH STOP IT AHAHHAHAHAHHAA.”

 Stopping momentarily the stranger let her catch her breath the returned to torment her sensitive armpits.

 “AAAAahahahaHAHAHHahahahaNo nONO NOOoooooooAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Please ahaha STOP AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA TIIIIIICKLING AHAHAHAHAHHAAHA DON’T PLEASE!”

 The Stranger stopped and stepped back.  Artemis let her head drop as she giggled and gasped for breath.  Looking back up she questioned her captor.

 “Please, who are you?  Why are you doing this to me?  What do you want?”

 Her captor said nothing, she heard him taking some things off the table and stepping back over in front of her.  Artemis could tell he had knelt down in front and just underneath her, she heard something Click into place underneath her on the floor.

 “What are you doing?  Please what do you want?  I’ll do anything just let me go and don’t tickle me anymore.”

 She felt warm fingers run between her legs, the fingernail like ends lightly running across her sensitive lips.  Artemis jerked slightly, then she heard another click and felt something touch against her between her legs, and it was hard and cold.  Her captor stood up and stepped back again.

 “Please won’t you talk to me? Say anything Please!” she begged.

 Her inquiries were only returned with another familiar click and a buzzing down between her legs.  Her puzzlement about the buzzing noise was instantly answered as she felt the faint vibrating on her soft lips.  Artemis jerked her body upwards as if she’d been jolted with a cattle prod.

 “OH!! No Not that!! Please that’s cruel.” She cried

 She lowered her body back down, but she kept herself just high enough to make slight contact with the vibrator.  The stranger standing in front of her began to tickle her armpits again, she jumped and giggled then lowered herself down further and the vibrator made its contact.  This was totally sexual torment; she could only be teased with the vibrator not being able to lower herself down fully on to it.  The stranger tickled her again and she laughed more and moaned as her arms tired and let her body drop again.

 “EEEEEEEAHAAHHAHAHA MmamhahahammahahahAHHAHAHAHA No No Pleassse”

 This continued for several more minutes, Artemis’ arms were tired and she found it harder and harder to hold herself up, but in a way she was beginning to enjoy it.  The vibrator tingled and tickled through her with each contact and the tickling was sheer torture.  The stranger moved around behind her and ran his fingers down her exposed butt, Artemis could only giggle, he then moved down to her feet.  Running the fingers gently up and down made her jerk her legs, wiggle her helpless feet, and of course her body began to swing back and forth.  This caused the vibrator to tease the length of her now well-stimulated lips, increasing her sexual arousal.

 “AHHAHAHAHAHHA Mm OoooooohAHHAHAhAmmmmmAHHAHAAHAHAH oh oh PLEASE AHAHAHHAHAHAHA no More Torture AHHAHAHAHHA STOP STOP IT PLEASE AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA”

 The more tired she became the closer she dropped down on the vibrator, but she never could get low enough.  The stranger stood beside Artemis then knelt down and began to gently squeeze and kneed just above her right knee and up her thigh.  Artemis renewed her laughter and tried to twist her body and jerk her leg, but she was helpless and suffered more torment.

 “NnnnnnnOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAmmmmmmmmmoh mmmmmAHAHAHHAHA NO THE KNEES AHAHAHAHA NOT THERE AHAHAHAHmmmMMMMmmohohoooooooHAHAMmm”

 Artemis finally worn out from the tickling slumped down and tried desperately tried to force more contact with the vibrator.  The Stranger sensed Artemis was at the pinnacle of sexual frustration, he reached down and took the vibrator from the stand it was snapped into and pressed it against Artemis and watched as she took in the full effect.  He then pulled it away and she moaned with displeasure.

 “NO! Oh please Don’t make it stop! PLEASE” She begged

 Artemis sensed the strangers hand reaching up behind her head, the blindfold fell to the ground and she blinked her eyes several times adjusting them to the light they had been denied for sometime.  When her vision cleared she was face to face with her Tormentor.  The look on her face was priceless.

 “CHASE?!?! YOU! You bastard…” she started to blast Chase.

 Before she could let her anger loose about being tortured the way she was Chase rubbed the vibrator firmly against her.  Artemis forgot all about what choice names she was going to give Chase and arched her back in a wave of pleasure.

“Now now, Who do ya love?” Chase teased as he pulled the vibrator away and gave her armpits a tickle.

 “AAAmmmmmmAHHAHA OK OK YOU YOU!! Stop STOP” she giggled and moaned

 “I just thought we’d do a shoot with a little realism to it.  A nice abduction scenario and you played the part perfectly.  Of course, the batteries on the Camera died out hours ago, I just could help myself having you all tied up to myself…hehehe.  Still love me?” Chase explained waving the vibrator between her legs

 “Oh if I weren’t bound like this I’d show you just how much love I have for you.  This was Mean, but I’ll forgive you if….if you finish what you’ve started with me.”  Artemis replied with an innocent pleading smile.

 Chase smiled back and then unlocked her ankles allowing Artemis to stand up.  Then unlocking her completely he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs and to the bedroom.  Closing the door behind him the last sounds were Artemis lost in the midst of full-blown laughter and orgasm.

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