Emily just fell silent. She wasn't much of a cryer - her mother had always told her that she was made of stronger stuff than most people her age - but now she wanted nothing more than to sob her eyeballs out, to beg for mercy. But all she did was keep eye contact with Elizabeth, determined not to show her any weakness. Elizabeth smiled, but not the same warm smile as before. This one had the same coldness about it, presumably because of the eyes. "That's better. Don't move a muscle." She slipped the bag off her shoulder and placed it on the ground, before reaching forward and pulling the duvet off Emily, throwing it to the ground. It was quite a chilly night, and even though the flat was not too cold, she began to shiver a little as the cool air met her warm legs.
Ignoring this, Elizabeth stepped forward and put the knife to Emily's chin.
"Now," she said, firmly. "Here's what's going to happen now. First, I'm going to undress you. Then I'm going to take some photographs of you, which you will pose for. After that, I'm going to tie you up. If, at any point, you move unless directed to, or make so much as a sound, I'm going to make the last moments of your life very painful. Understand?" Despite her terror at the realisation of what Elizabeth was probably going to do to her, Emily nodded. "Good, then we're on the same page. Now, if you could please sit up for me, there's a good girl."
Emily sat up, and Elizabeth took hold of the hem of her t-shirt, carefully sliding it up her torso. Emily lifted her arms and the shirt was off. She wasn't wearing a bra to bed, and her boobs fell free. Even in the awfulness of her situation, Emily still cringed somewhat:
She hated her boobs.
They were very, very small - not too small that they weren't there, but still so small that they were like little dog noses. The cup size on her bra was AA. Her friends used to assure her they were cute, but she used to get made fun of by some of the less pleasant girls at school whenever she stepped out of the showers. And even in this situation, they embarrassed her.
But Elizabeth merely pushed her back down, and ordered her to raise her hips, taking hold of the waistband of her knickers. Wanting with every fibre of her being to refuse, but knowing that she would probably just get killed with the knife if she did, Emily complied, and the knickers were slid down her legs and off, leaving her completely naked, and shivering. To her horror, Elizabeth then bent down, reached into her bag, and withdrew two things. The first was what looked like a medium-sized vibrator, and the other was a very expensive looking camera. She threw her the vibrator.
"Right..." Elizabeth said. "I want you to sit upright, with your knees bent and your legs wide apart. Then I want you to turn that vibe up to three settings. Can you do that?"
Fighting back tears, Emily did so.
"Now, I want you to start massaging it against your clitoris. Carefully, so you're just teasing yourself."
Emily's stomach dropped. There was absolutely no way she was doing this. She couldn't make a sound, but for a few seconds, she just sat there, frozen. Unwilling to move an inch. Without a word, Elizabeth reached down and picked up the knife, advanced on Emily and put the tip to her cheek, applying just enough pressure for it to sting, but not to cut into her flesh. Eventually, Emily hastily reached down, and began to touch the vibrator to her sex, gasping audibly as the sensations hit her. Satisfied, Elizabeth put the knife back down, picked up the camera and held it up.
"Okay. Okay. Now, I want you to give a big, satisfied smile. Like you're really enjoying yourself. None of that sadness." Emily struggled, and managed to force her most convincing smile, and continued to carefully stroke herself at the requested speed. She continued to breathe heavily at the stimulation. She heard several clicks and snaps as Elizabeth stepped around her, photographing her from several angles, including one close up so that it had a perfect tunnel vision of her now enlarged clitoris, moistening pussy lips and the glistening vibrator as her juices made it slightly damp.
Eventually, though, she stopped. Then she addressed her again.
"Next, I want you to put the vibrator down and start massaging your boobs. Carefully stroke the nipples with your index fingers." Once again, Emily complied, raising her hands to her chest, and starting to carefully squeeze and play with her boobs. She squeezed gently and carefully, circling the nipples as she did so, but her head soon fell back, her eyes closing, as the sudden sensation hit her. Her nipples were also very small, but they were extremely sensitive, and she felt herself getting more and more turned on down below. But she was still conscious of the sound of the camera snapping from every angle. And it wasn't long before she was ordered to stop.
Putting the camera to one side, Elizabeth picked up Emily's laptop and phone switched them both on. It took a few seconds, but eventually, the password screen came up for both. She handed them to Emily one at a time. "Put in your passwords. Go on." Emily froze at this, and made no move to do anything on either. "Look," Elizabeth sighed, reaching for the knife. "We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way."
Getting the message, Emily quickly entered her password on her computer, and the four-digit code on her iPhone, before handing each back to her. Setting them down, Elizabeth took the charger cable for the phone, connected it to the laptop, and then took a USB out of her bag. She inserted it into the port, before starting to type away. Eventually, she finished.
"This little piece of malware that I'm installing into your computer and phone is quite neat," she said. "The company that I work for created it a couple of months ago. Just put it into any device and it allows you to monitor all activity from that device, be it any incoming and outgoing call, message, email or whatever you like. Basically, any activity on that device transmits to mine." She put the two devices on a table. "While we wait for that to install, how about we start tying you up? You know the drill..." She reached into her bag and took out some leather cuffs.
Then she pushed Emily onto her back, straddled her chest and began to carefully attach her wrists to the bedpost, keeping them stretched out as far as she could get them. Then she scooched down and did the same thing to her ankles. This left Emily tied spread-eagle and naked on her back. Satisfied, she began to rummage into her bag, until she found what she was looking for, a roll of duct tape.
"I'm going to gag you now," she said. "I know the temptation will be to scream, so, need I remind you that if you do anything other than remain still, you will regret it very soon."
Now giving up on her attempts not to cry, Emily began to weep heavily as she nodded. Sitting by her head, Elizabeth dried her eyes with her hand, and picked up the tape. As she began to get started, she stopped, and looked intently into her captive's eyes. As if making a spur of the moment decision, she leant forward and gave her a long, deep kiss on the mouth. There was no tongue involved, and Emily didn't resist, so Elizabeth just kept it up, putting her hand on the back of Emily's head and starting to stroke her hair. The kiss went on for about two minutes, before Elizabeth pulled away, and began wrapping the tape carefully around Emily's mouth, tilting her head back and forth with the movements, winding it round a couple of times, and eventually tearing it off. With the gag on, Emily was now truly helpless and vulnerable. Elizabeth heartily approved. She leant forward and kissed her again, this time on both cheeks, ignoring the tears that were still streaming down them.
Her captive now completely at her mercy, Elizabeth decided to take her time. She started to run her fingers over Emily's tiny boobs, carefully stroking them and playfully tapping the nipple. This caused fresh tears, this time of embarrassment, which were replaced by gasps as the older woman began to squeeze them between her thumb and forefinger, tugging on them lightly.
The cold smile returned.
"You have nice little titties, Emily," she intoned, softly. "Lovely and small, so cute to play with... and such sensitive nipples!" She delighted in tickling the left one a couple of times, causing Emily to flinch and jerk. Moving down a little, she looked at Emily's vagina, and her tone became a little disapproving. "No, no, this will never do," she said. "Your pubic hair is much too thick. I like my girls to be hairless." She took a small clump and, without warning, pulled it out by the roots, causing Emily to howl with pain. "It will have to be shaved. I might do that before I leave tonight."
At this point, she started to take her gloves off, and lay them down on the table, before sitting beside Emily on the bed and smoothing her long fingernails down her shirt.
"I think it's time I did what I came here to do..." she said, in a malicious tone. "You see, I have two major sexual fetishes that I need to satisfy constantly... First, I am almost exclusively interested in girls who are in their early adult years. Newly developed and physically mature, but still very young and naive to the world. I find it so sweet..." She paused. "Second, erotic tickling..." she held her fingernails up to Emily's eyes. "There is nothing I like more than taking a young, vulnerable girl such as yourself, strapping her naked to a bed, and tickling the lights out of her. And before you ask, I prefer to do it with non-consenting partners. Illegal? Definitely. Immoral? Definitely. But titillating as hell? You bet!"
Now, Emily began to struggle with her bonds and scream behind the gag. She was super ticklish. It was a family joke even - if you wanted to annoy her, you only had to tickle her a little, and she'd go crazy. Now she was completely exposed and vulnerable, unable to defend herself or escape, about to be tickled for God knows how long by a woman who, by the look of her nails and fingers, clearly knew what she was doing. Ignoring her, Elizabeth began to crack her knuckles, and blow on her nails to shine them out. She held them up, outwards, and began to move them towards Emily's armpits. Emily desperately shook her head, her tear-stained eyes pleading with Elizabeth not to do what she was about to do to her.
