Postapocalyptickling Ch 02 Slavers

This story contains nonconsensual elements.

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Bree slowly awoke, her mind hazy on what had happened the moments before she lost consciousness. She remembered a raid, the gates of her home blasted to pieces, someone grabbing her and injecting something into her neck, and then nothing. As her focus began to return she noticed she was in some kind of restraint. The woman also noticed a bald man in the room with her, but before she could think to say something he got up and left. Not that Bree could have said anything anyways, a gag was in her mouth.

She was on some kind of small raised device in the center of the room. Her legs were strung up in stirrups and, to Bree's embarrassment, she was naked which left her pussy bare to all. Her body was lying back slightly against a cushion and her arms were stretched up and held there by soft cords going to the ceiling. Bree felt the gag in her mouth with her tongue. It was round and smooth, made from that weird old-world material that was light but tough.

The door opened and the bald man returned, this time with a richly dressed woman. She was wearing a pink old-world suit and hat, both looked exquisitely made. The woman looked Bree up and down, smiling all the while. "Welcome, commoner, to Mega-Town!"

Bree knew she was in deep trouble now, Mega-Town was notoriously run by slavers. They must have been in on the attack that came to her home. Bree didn't have to guess who this lavish woman was, she was definitely the Pink Dealer, the leader of the slavers.

The leader continued, "Now I don't want you to worry about a thing, everything is going to be taken care of and, with your full cooperation, you will enjoy your new home here." The lady stepped forward and carressed Bree's cheek. "Yes, no reason to sell such a beauty like yourself. I always need the best of the best serving me. However," The Dealer walked back and put an arm around the man, "Mr. M-Three here will need to make sure you become compliant enough to not try to run away. It will be completely pain free, of course, and with enough time your loyalty will never waver."

The Pink Dealer guided Three with her arm and stopped him in front of Bree's right foot. "Now Three, remember your treatment when you first arrived to this lovely town?" The woman had an eager smile on her face.

The man blinked and with a dull voice said, "Yes, my Queen."

"Could go for some more enthusiasm, Three, but we can discuss that later." The man flinched slightly at those words, but did nothing else. "Now I want you to watch me closely. This is your first time giving a treatment to a delightful new guest and I want to make sure everything is done the best way."

Bree tensed herself, waiting for the worst. Much to her surprise, Queen started tracing a manicured finger up and down the sole of her foot. This is what the slavers did? The strangeness of it all forced a few small giggles out of Bree's gagged mouth before she managed to keep the rest in. Perhaps if she resisted they would let her go? It was a foolish thought, but it seemed like the woman's only option.

Three stared at Queen's hand and then moved to Bree's other foot. With two ticklers her resolve began to break and more giggling began to emerge. "I hear that beautiful voice of yours, my dear. No need to keep it all to yourself." Queen then started to trace her fingers up Bree's leg, stopping briefly to tickle under her knee and her thigh before standing in front of the woman's torso. Suddenly, Queen started to deeply tickle Bree's sides. Bree couldn't hold it in anymore and let the laughter out.

"Yes! Such a wonderful voice you have, my dear. Once you have finished your treatments you can join my singers, you would fit in just fine." Queen didn't let up, moving her hands to Bree's armpits to keep the muffled laughter flowing. Three continued his tickling of her foot, moving from the sole to in between her toes.

It must have been half an hour before Queen stopped the tortuous tickling. Bree exhaustively panted into her gag. Queen gently took Bree's chin in her hand and looked into her eyes. "The best is yet to come my dear. I'm leaving you in good hands, and when the day is done I'm sure you will be eager for tomorrow's treatment." And with that the woman walked out of the room.

Once Queen had left Bree started to try and say something, anything, to Three. Maybe if she just got him on her side they could escape together and...

Three, ignoring Bree's attempts to talk, walked to a box in the room and reached inside. He grabbed something and then stood in front of her, exactly where Queen had been moments before. "I know it may seem much, initiate, but life here after the treatments can be good. Just don't do something stupid, like trying to escape." Three shivered slightly at those words. "Eight even had trouble walking after a straight week of nonstop treatments from Queen and all of the other slaves."

Three held something up to Bree's eyes. It was a small device of some kind, like that old-world fashion piece. Earmuffs? Before she could guess what it did the slave put it so it sat snugly on Bree's clit. He then held up a small remote in his hand and said, "Obedience means pleasure here." At the last word he pressed a button and Bree's body began to be filled by bliss.

The device was lightly buzzing, and with its location on Bree's most sensitive area it quickly made her moan. She closed her eyes, would she try to resist this? Tickling was one thing, but...

A ticklish surprise forced her eyes open and replaced her moans with giggling. Bree looked down to see Three lightly brushing her clit with a small paintbrush. With the device buzzing around her clit and the brush tormenting the front, the woman's body began to be overwhelmed by the opposite sensations. The pleasurable vibrations, the ticklish brushing, it was making Bree go crazy. It didn't stop when she orgasmed, instead it intensified the sensations making everything both better and worse.

And so the treatment went on, and each part of it was filled with tickling and pleasure torture. Three attached clamps to Bree's nipples, lightly pulling on them with one hand which earned some muffled moans from Bree. He continued to pull, but there was no pleasure without tickling. Bree soon felt a large fluffy feather brush around and under her breasts. Her moans once more were mixed with giggling.

Three changed his tactics again. He retrieved a dildo and started to pump it in and out of the woman's pussy with one hand. The tickling this time came from Three's fingers from his other hand, squeezing every inch of Bree's thighs and around her knee.

Pleasure mixed with tortuous tickling, like it or not the treatments were started to affect Bree. Her mind began to get clouded as Three repeated the phrase, "Obedience means pleasure, disobedience means treatment," over and over. Moaning, giggling. Orgasms, laughter.

Finally, after what must have been hours, Three stopped. Bree was breathless after endlessly laughing and moaning. Three then retrieved a key, unlocked the foot stirrups, untied the cords that held Bree, and then removed her gag. She barely had the strength to stand up, so Three gently picked her up and took her to a side room. He laid her down in a bed and, as he left, said, "Day two of ten awaits you. Enjoy the rest while you can."