THE ADVENTURES OF JANE WOODSTONE: THE AXEMAN
By Mike Lee
wallrider73@yahoo.co.uk
PART 3 Jane screwed her eyes shut, even though she
was pretty sure she wasn’t about to be sliced up like sushi by Todd, the verve
with which he referred to the playroom made her nervous. She wasn’t sure she
wanted to see. She cracked one eye open and found herself in another room that
looked like a musician’s den. She turned to see him regarding her with a
quizzical eyebrow raise. “What, you were expecting something else? Sorry to
disappoint you.” Jane shrugged, with the ballgag in place
there was little else she could do. She felt a little saliva trickle out of
the corner of her mouth. She was surprised when Todd gently wiped it away for
her. He ushered her over to a sturdy looking
barstool, spun her round until she was facing him and then lifted her onto it.
With her ankles still cuffed together she couldn’t have got up there by
herself. Jane exhaled noisily through her nostrils
as Todd circled her slowly, admiring the view. “Oh that’s special indeed but
before we get started I need to make a couple of adjustments.” Todd vanished back into the other room and
she could hear him rummaging around in his sports bag. When he returned he was
holding a black leather blindfold. “Have you ever been blindfolded before,
Jane? For games like these it is quite a thrill. It overloads your other
senses to a peak that some people find almost overwhelming. She tried to dodge her head away but the
soft padding of the blindfold moulded itself to her face, rendering her
sightless. Almost immediately she could feel her skin start to tingle.
Everything was amplified, the beat of her heat, the subtle creak of her leather
boots, the coarseness of her denim jeans, the clinking of the buckles and
chains on her restraints. She flinched as Todd blew gently in her ear
and then she could feel him undoing the ball gag. He was in no hurry and
nibbled softly on the back of her neck as her worked which made her squirm. When the infernal ball was out of her
mouth, Jane wasted no time in letting Todd know what she thought of him and
cut loose with a stream of threats and invective that would have brought a tear
to the eye of many a salty sea dog. “That’s quite a vocabulary you’ve got
there.” He murmured as she paused for breath. His lips brushed the top of her
shoulder. “Then again for a journalist I shouldn’t be surprised. Are you done
now?” “Buster, I am just getting started!” She
yelled. She would have carried on but she was distracted as he pinched her
waist and all she could manage was a yelp of surprise. He chuckled and then
went silent. She cocked her head this way and that
trying to guess where he was and flinching occasionally as she imagined his
fingers reaching for her. She wrinkled her nose as she tried to move the
blindfold aside but to no avail. He pinched her above the knee and she
shrieked. “Cut that out!” She blurted. “Cut what out?” He said innocently,
pinching her other knee. He went quiet again she twisted and turned
listening for him. He tickled her ear and she spun round so hard she
overbalanced and fell off the stool. She cringed waiting for the impact but
strong hands caught her and she was soon upright again. “Settle down, Jane. I don’t want you to
hurt yourself.” He was behind her and resting his hands on her shoulders. His
fingers drifted down her upper arms leaving an unscratchable itch before they
suddenly darted into her armpits. She instinctively clamped her arms to her
sides but all this did was trap his hands right where he wanted them and she
shrieked and flailed as he tickled her. “What the hell are you doing?” She
screamed. “Just a little tickle torture. Funny how
maddening it becomes when you can’t see and can’t free your hands isn’t it?” Jane pulled at her cuffs, twisting her
arms, hoping to create a stretch in the leather so she could get one hand
free. Todd snaked an arm around her slender waist and tickled the smooth skin
around her belly button. “Pull all you want, Jane. You aren’t
getting out of those cuffs until I let you.” He teased. She had fallen back against him again.
“And what would it take for you to let me out of these cuffs.” She said
breathlessly. He nuzzled her thick red mane of hair
whispered in her ear. “I am open to negotiations.” “Drop dead!” She growled. That seemed to amuse him. “Good girl, it
would be boring if you gave in so easily.” He worked his fingertips into her
underarm again and carried on tickling her. “Have you learned your lesson?” He said. His fingers teased her ribs and tickled her
waist. “Yes!” She shrieked. “Yes, yes, yes!” He pinched her knees and teased her neck. “Have you learned your lesson?” He said. He stroked her back and darted his fingers
under her arms. “Oh God yes, yes, yes, yes!” She cried,
anything to make it stop. But he had no intention of stopping. He
pinched her knees, tweaked her ribs, blew in her ear and tickled her slender
waist. “Girls who poke their noses where they
shouldn’t get poked in return.” He teased, jabbing his fingertips lightly
against her sides and making her jump. She didn’t know how long he kept her on the
chair as he tickled her but it felt like hours. Her ribs hurt from laughter and
she was exhausted with the constant anticipation of where his fingers would
fall next. He was infuriating. He knew just where to touch her and just how.
There was nothing she could do but giggle and wriggle and try not to end up on
the floor. “I’m getting a little tired of having to
catch you all the time, Jane.” Todd said after she toppled off her stool and
into his arms again. “I think the next time I have to catch you I am going to
have to impose a penalty.” She didn’t like the sound of that but
before she could retort he started nibbling the side of her neck while tickling
her hips. She squealed in anguish and promptly found herself airborne. Todd chuckled as he caught her. “Anyone
would think you wanted to pay a penalty.” Jane was struggling to catch her breath.
“You didn’t really give me much choice did you?” “Leather or satin, Jane, your boots or your
bra. I’ll have one of them but since we are getting on so well I’ll let you
choose.” “What? That’s no kind of choice.” “Make a choice or I’ll have them both.
Either way, I win.” He said, tweaking her nose. “Fine you pervert, take my damn boots off
then and I hope my feet are stinky as hell!” There was no way she was about to
surrender her bra to him. Todd swept Jane up in his arms and
deposited her gently on the pile of bean bags. “Oh I am sure they will be just
as fragrant as the rest of you.” He sat on the backs of her legs facing her
feet and removed her ankle cuffs. His fingers sought the little zipper on her
black leather boots and he tugged it down slowly, enjoying the slow chainsaw
sound of the metal teeth parting. He jerked the boot off her foot and then
flipped off the little white sock she wore. He repeated the process with her
other foot and then re-cuffed her ankles. Jane’s pretty pink feet lay before him, her
toes bending and flexing nervously. When he tickled her soles she jerked and
wailed as if she was being electrocuted. “Have you learned your lesson?” He said. “Yes! Please! Oh God!” She screamed
breathlessly, in between peals of laughter. She couldn’t believe how agonising
this was, she felt completely at his mercy. Mercifully he stopped and she rested her
head against the bean bag. He got up off her legs and she heard him disappear
again. All she wanted to do was get her breath back but she had a tiny window
of opportunity now to free herself. She lifted her feet back towards her butt
and fumbled for the buckles on her ankle cuffs. “Uh-uh, the cuffs come off when I say so.”
He called out cheerfully. He grabbed hold of her ankle cuffs and jerked her
legs out straight. Jane felt herself flipped onto her back and
then his weight settled over her thighs. “Now I gave you the choice of losing your
boots or your bra but you were trying to escape just then so I think you just
earned yourself another penalty. “ His fingertips traced soft patterns over
her flat stomach, they moved higher and gently squeezed her breasts. “I think
it’s time for you to lose your bra.”