Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 7 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Tickle and Kidnap.

“More wine Madame?”

I wearily looked up at the clock on the wall. I’d been waiting over an hour.

“I think it’s time I called it quits. He’s not coming.”

The waiter was quite sympathetic as I left the table. I’d been stood up on a first date. The messages I sent on the dating app asking where he was got no responses. And after I’d gotten so nicely dressed up.

The cold wind was biting as I stepped outside. It was dreary night. At this point I was keen to get home quickly so I could snuggle up with a warm drink and fall asleep watching a movie. I crossed the street and entered the car park, passing between rows of vehicles until I reached mine. It was tricky finding the right key in the poorly lit corner.

“Hey”

“Huh? Mmmmhh?”

Two strong arms wrapped around me from behind, one grabbing my waist, and one covering my mouth. A large rag wet rag smothered my mouth and nose. It had a sickly-sweet scent, so strong it was dizzying.

“Mmmhhhh!”

The lower arm’s iron grip dragged me backwards. I saw people not far off, on the street just outside the carpark. I tried to yell, but couldn’t overcome the muffling rag or muster enough strength to pull the arm away. I was pulled away from my car, even farther from the lamplight.

A few spaces along there was a van with the back doors open and waiting. My frail kicking did nothing to slow my captor down. He dragged me up and inside the van with little difficulty. Once inside he forced me onto my front, leaving the scented rag sitting under my head. He quickly wrapped a cord around my hands and feet to form a hasty hogtie.

“W... why...?”

“I’m sorry I'm late for our date Nina. And for picking you up like this. I’m going to make it up to you soon, I promise.”

“Mmmmghh...”

I faded into unconsciousness.

“Ughhh....”

My first coherent thought on waking up was “I fell asleep? Oh no, I’m going to be late for my date!”

My second thought was “Why can’t I move properly?”

My third thought was mostly just frightened confusion.

I was indoors. The space around me was unlit, except for a bright spotlight shining down on the me. The distant windows were high up the wall. An abandoned warehouse perhaps.

I sat on top of a long padded bench, my legs stretching along the length of it, my back resting against a tall vertical panel at one end. This was far from an ordinary bench.

The fixture had large immovable metal rings affixed all along it. Two conjoined metal circles held my ankles, keeping my feet and legs stuck in place. More dual rings held me above the knees. My arms were extended upwards above my head, stuck against the tall backrest inside metal rings surrounding my wrists and elbows.

There was also a large single-ring around my waist, and one around my neck. The circles were all perfectly sized to leave me no wiggle room. They had soft padding on the inside at least. Even when I tried to forcefully throw my whole body to one side, I didn’t move, and neither did the bench. It just rattled quietly. Bolted down.

clunk!

A wall in front of me lit up.

“Please let me go. No don’t gag me! Nooo! Mmmhmmph!”

A projector somewhere above was shining a video onto the wall, while loud speakers played audio. I watched a gorgeous young blonde with immaculate hair in a topless latex corset struggling against an obscene amount of white ropes. The shot switched to a close-up. A pair of hands lowered from offscreen, gently pulling a large harness ballgag into her pouting bright-red-lipsticked mouth. This wasn’t an amateur recording. It was a professional bondage production.

A male voice spoke from behind me.

“Your profile said you love movies. I thought we could watch some of my favourites together for our date. What do you think Nina?”

I startled, rattling the bench again. The mystery figure stepped forward from the shadows to stand beside me. He was wearing a rubber mask over his face, one with facial features grotesquely resembling the photo on his dating profile. His profile was faked!

“You said you like a man who knows a craft and makes things with his hands. What do you think of this bench? I built it just for you~”

“P... please... Let me go...”

My weak plea sounded just like the damsel from the video. My captor seemed to think so too, letting out an amused chuckle.

“But the date just started. You remember that scene from your favourite movie Love Truly? When the handsome lumberjack interrupts the plucky heroine’s nervous breakdown by shoving a strawberry into her mouth.”

“Look I won’t tell anyone about this. If you just let mmmmpH?!”

He interrupted me by pushing a rather big red ballgag deep into my mouth. He was a lot less gentle than the lumberjack in my favourite movie, and even the masked dominant in his favourite movie. The rubber ball was already wet with something.

“You stated your favourite flavour was strawberry. So I dipped this in strawberry syrup. I hope you enjoy sucking it!”

“Hmmmmgh!!”

He gently brushed my hair away from my face. As I tried and failed to pull my head away, I properly noticed for the first time that I was wearing something quite different from when I was taken. It was a combination of figure-hugging red and black bustier, lace sleeves and lace leggings.

“You also said you love being surprised with gifts. What better gift for such a beautiful girl than sexy lingerie! I thought that infamous outfit from Love Truly’s funny sex dungeon scene might suit you. I can see that I was exactly right~. You look immaculate. I’m glad I got the sizes just right.”

The dedication was almost impressive, if not for the poor taste of considering lingerie to be a perfect gift. Not to mention the disturbing implication that he'd undressed and redressed me while I was unconscious.

“Ugh! Get your hands off me! Aaahh~. Why does that feel so good? Nnngh~. No... it’s too much. Mmh~ M... more.”

The next video in the playlist projected onto the wall, depicting a half-naked damsel being straddled, kissed and roughly groped by a dominatrix.

“But there’s one thing from your profile that we haven’t covered yet. The one thing you emphasised was more important in a partner than everything else.”

What was it? I wracked my brain to remember what I’d written. Wasn’t it...? Oh no...

“You want someone...”

He stepped behind the bench’s back rest.

“... who can make you laugh.”

A small hinged circular panel swung out from the side of the backrest. It had multiple patches of soft bristles sticking out of it. My date adjusted the panel’s position until those bristles rested lightly against my exposed armpit.

“MMMGH? NNNNNHH!”

I knew what was coming. I hated hated hated being tickled. I’d have preferred getting groped like the projected pornstar over that. I struggled against the bench and rings furiously. The little movement I managed only pushed my skin against the bristle-panel more.

He positioned an identical panel on the other side against my other armpit. I begged into the sweet-tasting ballgag as he walked around and knelt down in front of my barefoot feet. His finger stroked my sole. Even that light touch made me flinch roughly.

He lifted a third panel up at the end of the bench. It was bigger than the other two, with two circular patches of short feathers sticking out. He swung the panel up until the feathers pressed against my feet, then locked it into place.

“Ready for a good time beautiful?”

“NNMMGGHH!!”

He flipped a switch on the bench’s underside.

vvvvvvrrrrrr!

The three panels aligning with my armpits and my feet started rotating. The protruding feather and bristle patches also started rotating themselves, relative to their panel. It was an impressive feat of engineering. One I absolutely despised.

“Mmaahhah... mmhhhhhaaammhhmhh~~”

My armpits and soles were simultaneously assaulted by a thousand tiny caresses, all whirling away, the strokes sending spasms straight to my core.

I erupted into helpless laughter. I just couldn’t help it. My sensitive skin prickled from the stimulation. My chest ached. My squealing giggles almost drowned out the sound of the movie. Drool poured plentifully from the gag.

“Aaahhah...mmaahhhahhh~~.... hhahhhmmm!”

I was quivering uncontrollably all over, my chest and thighs jiggling visibly. It was partly from laughter and partly from me struggling against the bench shackles. I was fully aware escape was impossible, but I wasn’t in control anymore. I reflexively jerked every which way in pure desperation, trying uselessly to get away from the tickling touches.

“Mmmmaahhhaahhhh~~~”

“I’m so glad to hear you enjoying our date Nina. I’m going to go prepare some food for us. You just stay comfortably seated and enjoy yourself for the next, let’s see... 90 minutes. I know we’ve just met, but I'm feeling such a strong connection between us. I’m already looking forward to our second date tomorrow night!”

He stroked my leg, smiling at my helpless laughter, and walked off into the darkness.

“Please master, I’m begging you. Use this worthless body of mine. Make this slutty slave feel good!”

“Mmmmggaahhhghhh~~~”