Add detail of the feelings and emotions of the two girls, add dialogue and improve this text, focus on teh helplessness and vulnerability, 2500 words : Your body spasms in shock as I tickle your feet.... you are extremly ticklish...a scream comes out of your mouth followed by painful laughs...."Diana....noo..no...please"
"Please what?" I smirk, caressing your foot with my fingernails, enjoying you unable to move a single muscle as you lay helpless under me, unable to stop me from taking pleasure in making fun of you. You answer me through tears:
"Diana u won...."laughs uncontrollably...."pllllleeesssee...dont tiicckklleee" your toes straining..and your eyes looking up...you try to wiggle away from me without any use
"Oh no? Is that so?" My voice drops, low and husky "I think think a good tickling is exactly what you need." And starting to slowly systematically attack every inch of your soles, savoring the sight of the pathetic girl squirming on the ground beneath, the big strong girl forced into such humiliation, enjoying the way you begs for mercy, and I've barely started.
"god....ill kill u Diana..." haahhahaaa... you break into laughter...."if u tickle me...I'll kill u....." you twist and squirm in inescapable bondage...your neck straining.... you panic ...your breathing becomes faster and shorter...."ohh....goooodddd...ulll pay for this diaaaannnnaaa"
I love hearing you beg, laughing at your impotent threats, I have no intention of releasing you before breaking you down completely, so that you never dare defy me again. Leaving your feet alone for the moment, I place one foot on the back of your head, pressing down to show my dominance, your bound hair pulled even more as I force your head down. There is nothing else to do than suffer my cruel game I can do anything to you, tickle you, torture you, and you can't do a thing about it as you lie helplessly wriggling like an insect under my heel, there is no escape.
"aarrgghhhh" You groan in pain and your neck is pushed down in opposite directions...."Diana...im sorry...ill do anything u want...I promise...." youe eyes fill with tears in humiliation and fear...
I'm not sure if its the situation or simply the fact that you're begging for mercy makes me laugh uncontrollably at your words. "Of course you will, simply because you have no choice." dragging my foot along your hair, I continue to insult you. "Look at me, all sweaty from our fight... Good thing I can use your hair as a towel, whipping away all the sweat from my feet, using you as a doormat... I know it hurts, but don't struggle too much... you still need to breath" The whole time I keep forcing your head down by walking over it, taking pleasure in rubbing your nose against the floor, enjoying how pathetic and ashamed you are looking.
All you get in response to your pleas are a swift kick to you side, and I run to the lockers to get a pair of my used panties and shove them in your mouth, tying your jaw shut with some rope. As much as I love to hear you beg for mercy, there is a delicious satisfaction knowing you now can't even protest. I do check to see if you can still breath to your nose, I don't want my new toy broken beyond repair so soon after I've captured her.
Taking out my phone, I dial a number, reassuring you. "Don't worry, I've got a lot of things planned for you, but I don't suite have the equipment yet..." I move away from you so you don't know what I'm saying on the phone, and come back a minute later with a radiant smile on my face, pushing a flat trolley before me. "Our time here is almost up, but don't worry, I called in a truck, we will have a lot more fun at my place." It's quite a challenge to put you on the trolley, despite my victory over you I have a hard time carrying your weight, and it certainly is very painful for you, ropes stretched taught as I maneuver you awkwardly. "This might be a game to you, but for me it was a hunt, a hunt for a beautiful new slave..."
I wheel you out of the gym, and into the back of a van with no window, closing the doors and leaving you in the dark, not knowing where we are going. I ignore all your muffled threats, but when you mention your friends through your gag, I turn back to you "Then I wil have even more slaves to play with!"
The world goes dark and you feel the van engine start, suddenly realizing I have not fastened you to anything, and you are sent tumbling around as I drive roughly with no intention of making this ride a comfortable one.
Fortunately for you the bumpy ride is mercifully short, only a few minutes later you see sunlight again as I open the doors of the van, carrying you into my relatively large apartment. "I used to have a roommate, but she got cocky, just like you... I had some of my best memories teaching her the proper respect... unfortunately recently it got boring, she was so broken it just wasn't fun to hurt her anymore... So I sold her off to som sadist to be able to afford this place without a roommate, and I searched for a replacement."
"They won't... they are very understanding, and I let them in on a little secret... I told them I was a masochist, and I loved to be tortured, and I apologized for any noise they might hear... They told me I was so brave to be honest with my desires..."
I wheel you into the elevator, explaining I know nobody will be out in the hall at this hour, so there is no risk of someone seeing and rescuing you. Then we finally enter my apartment proper, it looks pretty standard at first glance, but as we get to my toy room you see a vast assortment of cruel torture devices lined up on shelves.
I push you straight to the center of the room, taking hold of a remote control on a table by the door in passing, and you can hear a mechanical clanking as I lower a hook from the ceiling. With the click, I open the secure hook and have it grasp the ropes linking your ankles, torso and hair, before commanding it back up, watching as you rise with it.
"I know you are scared, I know this hurts... but don't worry, pain isn't the only thing I can give you." A lot more relaxed now that we are in my domain, absolutely sure you cannot escape, I go grab a vibrator.
"Oh wow, that was quick" I turn the vibration down to a gentle hum. "You might have been enjoying all this more than I though... How lucky of me, to choose a masochist slut!"
Come on slave, I'm not going to let you cum... Not until you really deserve it.. Until then, when you've begged me for mercy... for relief... when you whine about being denied climax for too long.... I'll just laugh in your face at how pathetic you were to think anyone would ever consider letting you come again.
You look at me in shock....You groan embarrassingly..."its been months since I had one, please..."
"Not yet little girl..." My voice is soft and teasing..."Pleasure I can give, orgasms... those you ned to earn"
"But mistress..." You whimper desperately"...pleassssseee...."you moan piteously... begging for mercy... begging for release"
I smile softly, amused by what a desperate wretch you're becoming, how far you've already fallen from the confident girl who fought me earlier, or the defiant prisoner. Now you lie helplessly, trembling as you plead pathetically for an orgasm.
Having enough of pleasuring you, I pick up a taser, and hold it to your feet. "I'll turn the vibrator back up to max - at the exact same time I activate the taser. Its sure to hurt like hell! So tell me sweetie: Can you handle that?"
"goddd....dont do that.." You scream in fear...."please...please..dont shock me" You struggle violently hanging upside down...
"It seems you are not desperate enough yet..." setting aside the taser, I pick up a pair of vibrating nipple clamps. "No matter, it's just a matter of time, sooner or later I will have you begging to be tased"
When I fanially manage to overcome the barier of rope hiding your breasts, the clamps tighten painfully around your sensitive skin causing tears to stream down your cheeks, but soon after they start buzzing happily
