Part 4: Tickle, twist or cunty num nums?
Dani breathed deeply. Two hours in the game had developed into quite a predicament, and she was unsure whether she utterly hated it or totally adored it!
Still tied hard to the boat, still unable to do anything but writhe and wriggle, she now had to fight with his hands as they jammed furiously into her armpits, his fingers moving randomly, slow and fast, causing her to giggle uncontrollably in a state of sheer, unadulterated weeping. This was tickle time, a choice she’d had to make from two others, and there was no getting out of it without begging!
“PLEASE!” She squeaked, barely able to speak from underneath him. “PLEASE D, DADDY! STOP DADDY PLEASE! DADDY DADDY! I CANT! I CAN’T ANYMORE! DADDY! JUST! DADDY PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
There were two other problems, two other challenges that she was barely able to cope with. First, she was not just being tickled from her torso. No! Upon the undersides of both of her tightly bound feet were two of her other more powerful and strangely shaped vibrators, set to full power and buzzing violently against the most sensitive skin she had. Taped sadistically in place across the length of each foot, proud and and unmoving, they were utterly relentless, and she was barely dealing well with it, her right leg shaking and her left leg spasmed involuntarily.
She was being stimulated at a nerve level, and it was driving her endorphins and dopamine fix into overdrive! On top of this, the large vibrator that Tom had previously been using stimulate her twith was now buzzing at a strange half setting on her cunt, taped in place between her legs with bright pink duct tape, the same tape strewn messily in strips across her feet, knees and elbows, This together with the rope around her wrists and fat ankles were making her look nothing more than a large, uniquely decorated sex toy.
Her job now was to beg. Beg and beg, over and over, nicely, until Tom saw fit to pause and ask for her to make another choice of tortute: Twist, or Cunty num nums?
Twist meant nipple twisting, which they had earlier established she didn’t like very much, whist 'Cunty num nums' was just bizarre and degrading, but it was the far less painful of the two choices, so when Tom finally saw fit to change up her torture, she selected it willingly: “Cunty num nums please Daddy!” She cried, her adorable face flushed and furrowed.
He bit his lip as he got up from atop of her, Dani feeling the relief of respite from being both squashed and tickled. The feet tickling remained, along with the low level buzzing of her cunt, but this was the closest thing to relative calm she could currently get, so she was forced to enjoy it whie it lasted.
“Tom? Oh... Sorry... Daddy” (She grimmaced), “When exactly is this going to end?” He came back to her with yet another large banana, stripping it sensually before her. “When I say so Whore.” He said. “We still have plenty to do today, don’t you worry!” She sniffed. “Is this really all planned, or are you making it up?”
“Bit of both.” He said, duly cramming the large, soft, phallic fruit back and forth inside her, with no nuance or grace at all.
“Sing!” He ordered. Oh Fuck! This was the point where Dani had to do her 'tasty num nums song, ' whilst being banana masturbated, all set to the infantile tune of I’m a little teapot. There was only one verse, but it was utterly degrading from her point of view:
I’m a little cunt whore, anal runt!
Smack my bum bum, fuck my cunt!
I’m a hungry bum bitch, tits and twat!
Feed me num nums from my snatch!
Her voice was shakey and small, high and sweet, but singing those words felt guttural, life changing! Dani was a posh and stubborn sort, a typical girlish, upper middle class, bookish introvert, so her agreeing to act so feral right now was a source of great delight for Tom, and great disturbance for her. Was this the real Dani? Upon singing it twice, and with him humming along happily, her precum soaked banana was politely brought up to her face with a smile.
“Thank you Daddy, ” she said obediently, before biting into it it daintily, a repulsed expression creeping across her face. She could taste the salt of her vagina, mixed with faint traces of what she imagined was probably piss.
“Good weird, or bad weird?” He asked, upon watching her swallow her din-dins reluctantly. “Bad weird!" She announced. “But what choice do I have?”
He answered her question excitedly. “Tickle or twist. Those are your choices, But let's finish your banana first, and make sure to say 'thank you Daddy' nice and sexy once you've eaten it fully.”
This was not the sexual experience Dani was expecting, and as she dutifully opened wide whilst gazing up for another bite, she could not deny the inventiveness of her boyfriend's libido. Whatever happened next, she knew it would be the wildest of rides, and indeed it fucking would be.