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The Hypnotist - Part 2
I wake up, hoping last night was a dream. It wasn't. I'm still
in the great Roxanne's house, lying topless on the floor. Oh, why did my
friends and I decide to go to a hypnotist last night?! How was I supposed
to
know that I'd be so easy to hypnotize, or that the Great Roxanne would use
her
powers to kidnap me?
What does this woman want with me. Doesn't she realize I'm straight? That
I
never...ever have with another woman? Maybe she doesn't care.
But there's hope! Trying to brush my now tangled, golden blond hair from
my
eyes, I notice the door to the room I'm in is open! Roxanne's hypnotic
order
had only forced me not to open the door, it said nothing about not leaving!
It's time to make a quick get away!
As I prepare to leave the room, I shoot a longing glance to my blouse and
bra
that are lying in a corner. How I'd love to put them on and regain some of
my
dignity. But Roxanne did order me not to put them on, and I find I still
can't
break her control of my actions. Sadly, I abandon them and leave my prison
topless.
The house is huge and luxurious! The Great Roxanne has obviously used her
powers to become very rich! No wonder. If she can control others half as
well
as she controls me, she could easily force them to give her everything they
own. That is not my concern, however. I just have to get out of this house
before she returns!
I wander aimlessly threw a few rooms before I find the kitchen. There is
the
most beautiful sight I have ever seen. An open door leading outside!
Again,
for a second, I regret leaving wearing nothing above the waist, but it can't
be
helped. I've always been shy, but now's not the time to worry about that.
Maybe my current state of undress will get me noticed by the police quicker!
Then we can come back and bust Roxanne's ass!
I try to pass through the open doorway, but as soon as I do, a strange
feeling
passes over me. Without willing it, I find my body beginning to sit down.
What's going on! I've got to get out of here!
My body pays my screaming brain no mind. I calmly sit on the wooden floor
and
cross my legs, Indian style. My hands casually untie my right tennis shoe
and
pull off my sock. Oh no! Not that!
"You're being a bad girl, Vicki," my own voice says, sounding strange and
wooden coming from my lips, "And bad girls need to be punished." My right
hand
has now firmly clasped my right ankle, and my left hand is wiggling my long
fingers in front of my bare sole. Please Gawd!!
When my fingers touch my sole, the tickling sensation slams into me like a
freight train! My own fingernails are raking up and down, from the balls of
my
feet, through my high, soft arch and down to my heel. It's torture!
"Hahaha ahahah oohh stoooppp aha hah ah ahahh a hahah ahah noooooaaahhttt
myyy
aha eh ahah ah a ahahhahahahhha ahahah feeaahahahheeettt!!!"
It feels silly, begging to myself, but I can't help it! Your not supposed
to
be able to tickle yourself, but it does! It tickles so much!
My fingers are wiggling all over my sole, caressing my arches and any other
bad spot they can find. They are relentless, easily finding my worst spots,
and tickling there until tears are coming out of my eyes! There's a spot
right
beneath the balls of my feet driving me insane! But I just won't stop!
"AhAHE EHEHE EhEHEH eeehHEEHEHEh NOOOO MOehehEHEHEh EHEH MOORRHEHE
EhEhEhEHEHEHEHEH!!!!!AnyyyythingHehehehEHEHhEhEh EHe hEhEh BUUTTT zthiiss
HEHEHEhEhehEHEhehHEhEhEhEh!!!!!"
My hand is playing with my toes now! It's wiggling them, slipping my
fingernails between and underneath them! I can't move my toes or even
clench
them! It's like I'm paralyzed but can still feel everything! My big toe,
MY
BIG TOE!!! My index finger has found a spot right beneath my big toe worse
then
anything I've felt before!! GAWD IT TICKLLLESSS AHEHEH EHEHE EHEHE EHE EHEH
EH
EHEH EHEHE EHEHE EHEHHEHEH MEEERRCCYYYYYY MOMMMMMYYEHEHEHEYEHEHEH!!!!"
Soon my other hand joins in, and now ten fingers are skating over my
delicate
flesh! It's too much to bear! I scream with laughter again and again!
Deep,
deep inside, some part of my knows that it is me torturing me! But I just
can't stop, I just can't stop! My face is beat red, and tears are streaming
down my face. BUT I JUST CAN'T STOP!
"OK Vicki, I think you've had enough," a calm voice says after what feels
like
an eternity. It is the Great Roxanne. My hand finally listens, and ends
its
horrible assault. I collapse onto the ground, choking and gasping in air.
Roxanne waits until I raise my drawn, exhausted face from the floor before
she
speaks again.
"And that same thing will happen to you everytime you try and leave this
house," Roxanne says simply, "so you'd better be good. Next time I'll let
it
go longer. I wouldn't try the phone either, by the way." She's wearing
pink
silk pajamas, ones that make her fiery red hair look even more brilliant
then
usual. Tall at 6 foot, right now she looks like a giant. All I can do is
nod
my head.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Roxanne asks as normally as if I were a
house
guest instead of a tortured prisoner. But I am hungry. I nod yes and
somehow
drag my body up to the kitchen table.
Roxanne puts a bowl of corn flakes in front of me. I stare at it for a
moment, not trusting anything she gives me. But tickle torture creates a
hefty
appetite, so eventually I charge right in.
"I'll bet you thought you couldn't tickle yourself," Roxanne is saying as
she
butters a piece of toast, "You really weren't. The part of your brain
controlling that hand was so far removed from your conscious that it was no
different than if I were tickling you."
"Why are you doing this to me," I ask between mouthfuls of cereal.
"Because your adorable," Roxanne says with a smile. She reaches over and
brushes my long blonde hair from my cheek. "How could I not want to turn
someone like you into my helpless tickle slave. But you'll have to eat a
little neater than that!"
I look down and notice a streak of milk on my bare left breast. I reach up
to
wipe it of, but Roxanne leans in instead. She licks the milk off my booby,
starting from near the nipple and running her long tongue all the way up. I
shutter from the pleasure.
"Delicious! What I wouldn't give to have such full breasts. An now I have
yours." Roxanne exclaims. She gives my other boob a slow, soft caress that
makes my mouth water.
"You know," I say, still trying to recover from that sensation, "People
will
be looking for me, my friends and family."
"I'm sure they will," Roxanne says, daintily taking a bite, "But they won't
find you. Your..kidnapping left very little evidence. And anyone who
thinks
they remember seeing you that night or discovers some other bit of evidence
will get meeting with me. After that, they won't know anything!"
Its true. With Roxanne's powers of hypnotism, the police could come to her
door with a search warrant and it wouldn't matter! What am I to do?
"Now that we're finished with breakfast," Roxanne clears both our bowls and
puts them in the sink, "It is time to play a little game."
"What kind of game," I ask sheepishly, knowing I'll have little choice
about
whether I want to play or not, "it won't involve more tickling, will it?"
"Maybe," Roxanne grins evilly, "We will play `Lost in the Jungle.' It's
quite
simple. You're an explorer, lost in the Australian Outback. You're trying
to
escape from the horrible Amazon Tribe, which wants to torture your exquisite
body in devilish ways..."
I know that the Great Roxanne is still talking, but I can't make out the
words
anymore. They've become muffled, like a TV in another room, not real
anymore.
What is real is that Roxanne's kitchen is mutating! Huge trees are
sprouting
up from the sink. Vines are coming out of the walls! The floor is no
longer
ceramic tile, but dense brush! And I am...I am...
Running for my life! My full breasts, uncovered, are bouncing out of
control
and my legs are starting to ache, but I can't stop. I can hear the drums
behind me and the horrible cries of the Amazon hunters. I've got to get
away.
If they find me, they'll do horrible things to me again. I was lucky to get
away from their village once. If they capture me now, I'll never be free
again.
The path beneath me feet is so hard to find, being only slightly less
overgrown then the jungle around me. If I still had my boots on, it
wouldn't
matter, but the Amazon's not only made me topless, but stripped my feet bare
as
well! I can't risk the jagged rocks off the path with my soft, tender
soles.
Up ahead! There is a cave! It is a ways off the path, but not too far.
Listening, I can tell the Amazon's are getting closer. I'll never outrun
them.
I've spent years living and working in the wild, but those hardened women
have
spent their whole lives. I'm no match for them. My only chance is to hide.
I leave the path and head for the cave, through the jungle. There seem to
be
no sharp rocks too step on, just much vegetation. Vines and leafy branches
keep brushing up against my warm chest, but that actually feels tender,
soothing somehow.
There's too many plants! The way seemed mostly clear from the path, but
now I
can barely see the cave. I feel like I'm practically swimming in green.
It's
becoming hard to walk. I wish the amazons hadn't stole my machete.
"Ahhh," I moan as softly as I can. A vine just caressed my nipple. It
doesn't feel like a plant, but somehow like a lovers hand. Another is
fondling
my breast! The wind must somehow be moving them, it is all I can think of.
The pleasure rolls across me as another branch starts nuzzling my other
nipple!
I can't give in to it. I brush them off and continue.
The vines and branches are moving on their own! I don't know how, but they
are intentionally sliding across my bare skin, setting me on fire. Both
nipples are being teased, my breasts are being squeezed and my belly rubbed
so
gently. If I knock a vine away, more come at me. I can't go forward, too
thick. The building lust is making me weak in the knees. No!
The vines have grabbed my wrists and are forcing my hands over my head.
The
are so strong, lifting me off the ground. My dangling legs kick helplessly
until they too are secured. More vines are skating across my legs, trying
to
pull off my tough denim pants. Thank god the plant can't figure out the
buttons or I'd be lost to the sensations ravaging my body. I have too bite
my
lip to stop from crying out in ecstasy as it is.
AHHHHHHH!!!! The vines are tickling me under my arms. Two pencil thin tips
are working in my delicate hollows, driving me mad. I'm soooo ticklish!
But
if I laugh, the amazons will hear. Then I'll be caught!
I can feel those tips wiggling, wiggling! First they start going around
the
outside, faster and faster. Now they're doing figure eights, cutting right
through the center of my armpits! Like it knows what its doing, like its
alive! Ahhrrgghhhh!!!!
It's too much! Those vines are so tickly, stroking ever so lightly! To
make
it worse, the vines are covered with a stiff, prickly hair! I can feel
every
stroke of every tiny hair. The warmth coming from my breasts makes it so
hard
to fight the tickling! I buck and writhe, but nothing I do makes those damn
vines stop their onslaught! The vines holding my arms and legs are like
iron.
Can't laugh! Can't laugh!
No Toes, no toes! A leafy branch is caressing my toes, waving rough twigs
across them. One long leaf is practically feathering my left sole! My hair
is
whipping from side to side, and I can feel the tears flow down my scarlet
cheeks. I just can't hold back anymore!! I...I...
"AHEHE AHAH AH EHAHA EH AHAH AHAH GAAAWWWD STAAWWWWP AH EHE EHA EHEH EHEH
EHEH
EH E E E E EHEHEHEH NOOOO!!!" I don't care if the amazons can hear. It
TICKLES!!! Even my breasts are now being tickled instead of pleasured,
tortured instead of caressed.. It is to much. I can't...I can't...
Conscious thought slips away as I become lost in the tickling. I scream
with
laughter until I am hoarse and my lungs ache like fire. Then, lack of air
causes me to laugh silently, forced to by the ungodly vines that have turned
my
body into their private playground. I lose track of time. Minutes, hours,
days, none of it matters anymore, except for the tickling.
I don't know how long the tickling as stopped before my mind starts working
again. The first thing I'm aware of other than the blessed end of the
tickling
is the high-priestess of the Amazon's standing in front of me.
"I see my vines have caught a little rabbit," she says playfully, stroking
my
cheek. of all the Amazons, she is the softest looking, the least muscled,
the
most feminine. her long, red hair almost looks like it was done in a salon.
"Please..." I gasp, "Free...me <gasp>, I have...done nothing."
"Wrong, sweetie," the priestess says, "You intruded upon our secret
village.
You may never leave. Instead, you are to become the property of the Amazon
who
conquers your spirit first. I intend that to be me," she says, still
smiling.
That's what they told me at the village. That's why I escaped. Fear
through
my chest. How did the Amazon's...conquer someone's spirit? The legends
about
it are truly terrifying! It was definitely not something I wanted to
experience first hand.
To my horror, the high-priestess begins unbuttoning my jeans! In seconds,
they are hanging loose on my hips, then being pulled of by the vines, down
my
sweaty legs and over my bare feet. My panties soon follow. Now, I am
completely naked.
My thighs are caressed by the vines, up and down. Even if it were
possible, I
don't have the strength to fight. Soon, my legs are gently but firmly
pulled
wide apart.
"Let's see if the vines have done their work," the princess says, She
reaches
out and touches that area between my legs, the center of my femininity,
softly
but with purpose.
I moan, deeply in the back of my throat. I can't control it anymore.
"Yes," the high-priestess says happily, "Someone is definatly all wet.
I'll
bet the vines could have finished you off all by themselves if I had let
them."
The priestess keeps touching me, exploring my most private of areas. I
want
to protest, to ask her to stop, but I can't. The tickling has turned me on
like never before. Even though I have never been touched by a woman before,
my
body welcomes it. I can offer no resistance.
"Ooohhh....a...ahhha...NOOO!!! AHHAE ehEH EhE EHE Ehe HEHehe HEhe EHEHE
EHEHE
EhE EHEH EhE hheheheh STOOOAAHHHHHPPPPP oohh....TICKLINNGGGG!!!!!" With no
warning, the vines start tickling me again. This time, those wiggling tips
are
focused on my bare behind, my hips and the back of my knees. I scream with
laughter, louder than before.
"What's wrong," the priestess says with mock innocence, still touching me
so
exquisitely between my thighs, "Is that mean old plant goochie gooing you
again?"
"Yes ahaha ahahah ah ehaha yes yes yes," the words flow out of my mouth,
"Make
it ah ahaha ahah ahahah ahaha hah stoooppppp aha ahha hahah..." Circles are
being drawn on the backs of my knees. My hips are being poked and prodded.
But my butt...that's the worst of all! Light, almost whispery touches where
my
ass meets my legs are driving me insane! My laughter becomes more and more
hysterical. more and more totally out of control!
"STAAAAWWWWPPP AHAH AHA AHA AHH AHH AHAHHA AHAH A A A A CAAANNN'TTTT AA
AA
HAHAH AHAH AH H H H HH AHAHAH HAHH AHAH MMMEERRRRCCCYYYYAA AGAG AHGAHAHA
H!!!!!!!
"Never," she says, "You will be tickled every day of your life," She's
stroking me faster now, and guttural moans start popping up threw my
laughter,
"It weakens you, weakens you so much, you'll give in to me. Then I'll own
you."
I want to argue, tell her it won't happen, say something witty. But I
can't.
The worlds of pleasure and tickling now are colliding in my body. Waves of
ecstasy, waves of hilarity, crashing through every cell in my body. Every
light, feathery touch on my ass makes me yelp higher than an opera singer.
Every fondle between my legs make me groan. They're so different, but so
much
the same. I'm laughing, I'm crying, I'm screaming for more. I'm begging
for
her to stop/go.
"AHE ehehe eheh ehe OOOOOHHHHHH....Ehe ehehe Eh ehe EHEhe ehEheh EHEh..O O
O
EHe EHEhe ehehe eHEHE emooorreee heh ehe e eheheheheh NOOOO!!! HEHEH e EHEh
Ehe
OOOOOOOOHHHHH HHH fastt....Ehehe EHEheheheh!!!"
For one eternal instant/second/eternity I stand perfectly balanced between
the
two sensations ravaging my body. I'm thrusting furiously, away from the
vines
tickling my behind, towards the priestesses magic touch. I can't see or
even
hear my own mad cackling laughter. It's as if all my energy is going
towards
feeling, feeling, feeling.
I want to explode. I want to slip into the darkness. I can't. I can't.
"Do you want to climax, my little tickle slave," the priestess whispers
into
my ear, softly, teasingly, letting her breath add to the tickling.
"Yes," I say clearly, despite the laughter and pleasure. In that moment, I
know I not only agreed to the orgasm, but to being a tickle slave. I've
surrendered myself and my body to someone else's whim. At the moment, I
don't
care.
The high priestess grins, and strokes my with her finger one last time.
The
orgasm completely consumes my entire body, as if I'm feeling it with every
nerve of my body. It is so far beyond every heterosexual act I've ever
felt,
its like my first. Good enough to be my last. I scream at the top of my
lungs, earth shattering, soul splitting.
The world swims before my eyes, fading. The jungle, the vines and the
high-priestess slowly slip away. In the afterglow, it's a while before
anything replaces them.
Then, I'm back in the Great Roxanne's living room, lying naked in the
center
of the room. Roxanne is leaning over me, smiling a knowing smile.
Scattered
around us are a few brushes and feathers. My own name and identity come
back
to me.
Of course their had been no jungle or Amazon's. It had all been the power
of
Roxanne's hypnotism, making me see what she wanted me to see. Making me
believe what she wanted me to believe.
The tickling had been real, administered by Roxanne's hand no doubt. My
lungs
are to sore, my throat to dry for it not to have been. The same for the
orgasm. Every muscle in my body had been pushed to the point of exhaustion.
"Did you enjoy that, my tickle slave?" Roxanne asks smugly.
"Yes, master," I say weakly, barely having enough strength to role over
onto
my back. She has stolen my soul. I still don't care. I know I will later,
but right now I just can't.
The darkness finally overtakes me.
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