Renée

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Dec 18, 2016 1:30 pm

It was getting dark, and Renée realized she was totally, irrecoverably, lost in the dark forest. Suddenly, she saw a light, obviously coming from a house, or at least a cabin, behind some bushes, and decided to seek help. She knocked on the door and waited. When no one came to open it, she decided to walk away, to maybe sleep under a tree that night, and try to find her way home in the morning. As she turned around, she heard the rattling of a chain, and the door opened.
"Yes?" a deep, gravelly voice said.
"Excuse me, sir!" she said, as she turned around, only to gasp at what she saw. The man standing in the doorway was the biggest man she had ever seen. He had thick, black, curly hair and his thick, black beard covered most of his barrel-sized chest. "My name is Renée," she politely introduced herself, "and I seem to be lost. Might I sleep here tonight?"
"Mmm, suppose so." the man grunted, as he ran his hand over his beard, and through his hair. "Suppose you'd be wanting something to eat too, do you? You look famished, poor lass!"
"Yes, please. If it isn't too much trouble?"
"Not at all! Well, suppose you'd better come inside, then. My name's Robert, by the way." he grunted, as he closed the door behind them. In front of him was a small, fragile-looking (at least, from his point-of-view) girl, her yellow-blonde hair in braids, one over each ear.
"You sit by the fire, and I'll get you some left-over stew, and some bread."

While she ate, Robert went up to the loft and got an old mattress that he put in the corner, beside the hearth. He went out again, and came back carrying a long, rather rusty, chain.
"You finished?" he asked, nodding towards the bowl in her hands.
"Yes, thank you. It was really tasty."
"I should bloody well hope so. I was a respected chef in a gourmet restaurant once, would you believe! Old habits, and all that, you know. Now; it's getting late and I want to get some sleep. You get over here, and lie down."
She did as she was told, and he locked one end of the chain around one of her ankles, and the other end to a thick ring hammered into the wall, using heavy pad-locks.
"Am I a prisoner?" she asked.
"Of course not, it's just that there are dangerous animals in these woods, and I don't want you opening the door and wander around outside at night."
Not totally convinced by the answer, she closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

When Renée woke up the next morning, she was a bit confused to begin with, but soon she remembered her long walk and the cabin and last, but not least, Robert. Then she remembered something else; he had locked a chain around her ankle, with the poor excuse that he didn't want her wandering off all by herself in the middle of the night. She looked down, and sure enough, she still wore the chain.
She looked around when she heard a familiar voice growl: "Good morning, sleepyhead. You had a good nights' sleep?"
""Yes, thank you, sir." she replied, as politely as ever.
"Good. Well, we've a busy day ahead of us. Get over here and get some breakfast."
After breakfast he unlocked the chain from the wall and her ankle, and wound it a couple of times around her wrists instead, using the left-over bit as a lead. Then, he used a long scarf to blindfold her, and lead her out the door.
"May I ask where we're going?"
"Somewhere else. Mind the tree-roots, will you! I don't want to pick you off the ground every two meters!"
"It would be a lot easier for me to do so, if I wasn't blindfolded."
"You'd like that; wouldn't you?" he grunted. "No, the blindfold stays on for the time being. You just have to walk more carefully; that's all. Now; hurry up; we haven't got all day, you know! Right, we're on a road now, so there won't be any more roots for you to trip over. For the time being, at least."

As they walked, she felt the suns´ rays on her face, and realized they must be walking more or less towards the east. She tried to bring up a mental map of the area, to try to figure out where they most likely were going, but failed.
Her attempts were interrupted by Robert telling her to stop. She could hear the door of a car being opened, and she was told to get in. He fastened the seat belt for her, slammed the door shut, and got in behind the wheel.
"I don't want any trouble with the law because of you. A blindfolded girl in the back seat of a car might get peoples' attention as being a bit strange, but it's not criminal. Not yet, anyway. But neglecting to wear a seat belt definitely is, for some reason." he growled.
The journey was so full of twists and turns, that Renée soon lost track of time and direction. However, after what seemed like an eternity, and after a final turn, the car finally stopped and the engine was turned off. Robert opened the door, released the belt, and pulled her outside.
"Start walking!" he told her, as he slammed the door.

Inside the house, Alan and Betty, Renée's parents, watched anxiously as the car pulled up in front of their house.
"Oh, I do hope nothing happened to her last night!" a worried Betty said. "After all, she IS my little baby girl!"
"Of course nothing has happened. Robert would have told us if it had; don't you think so? Look; there she is getting out of the car, safe and sound!"
"Oh, good; now, I can relax!"

Robert grabbed the chain, and guided her inside. He put a finger to his lips and slowly shook his head, when he noticed that Betty wanted to say something. He and Renée walked in to her room, and he told her to lie down on her back, and put her hands above her head. He then locked the chain to the head board, before moving down to her feet. He told her to spread her legs a little bit, and secured her ankles to the foot board.
"I will now turn you over to the residents of this house, who will also be your judges" he told her, "in the hope they will show you mercy, when I tell them about your heinous crimes. If it had been up to me, I would have put you in the deepest, darkest dungeon I could find, and throw away the key; but they seem like a soppy bunch."
"Crimes; what crimes?" Renée wanted to ask, but as she opened her mouth, she heard the door close.

Robert walked over to Alan and Betty and said in a low voice: "She's all yours, and you are free to release her whenever you want. Oh, that reminds me! I might have said something about a crime, she had committed and you might wanting to punish her for it. May I suggest a little tickle torture? Nothing would make her happier, I don't think. She did invent this whole scenario, after all; didn't she?"
"Yes, she did, and; yes, of course we will!" Alan grinned. Even Betty looked like she couldn't wait until she heard her daughters' cries for mercy, as she dug her fingers deep in to her body. Being her mother, she of course knew just about every vulnerable spot there was.
"I like the way you think, I really do, dear brother of mine!" Betty cooed.
"Ah, I know you do, dear sister of mine. After all; you've taught me pretty much everything I know; haven't you?"
"Suppose so. But I still got a few tricks up my sleeve you know nothing about." Brother and sister grinned at each other. and with that, he left them.
"You two scare the hell out of me sometimes. You know that; don't you?"
"I know, dear."

Renée woke up from a light slumber, by a faint sound. She could hear two people, a man and a woman judging by the sound of their voices, whispering to each other. She lay absolutely still, in her efforts to make out what they were talking about. One thing was for sure, though; they were definitely talking about her. But what were they saying?

"Doesn't she look lovely?" Betty whispered.
"Mm." Alan agreed.
"Can't wait to dig my fingers into her! She is going to go BALLISTIC!" The two adults started giggling like teenagers at the mere thought.
"So; how do you want to do this? Do you want to work on the feet and legs, or should I?"
"No, that's fine; and then we can change places after a couple of minutes. That'll give her a chance to catch her breath, too."
"Tools, fingers, or a combination of the two?"
"Fingers will do just fine."

Renée heard faint, patting sounds of feet getting closer to her bed, one set stopping at the foot of the bed, the other beside it. Her sweater was slowly pushed up to her armpits, and her shoes were taken away.
It started as a light touching sensation on the soles of her feet, that ever so slowly wandered up on the inside of her lower legs to her knees, and back down on the outside. It felt like an army of ants, or something. When it had come back down, it started all over again, this time not stopping until it reached the top of the inside of her thighs. By this time, she had begun giggling. She started laughing when another, much thicker, set of fingers, just as lightly, started working on her sides up to her armpits, and down to her belly-button, where they finished off with a circular motion, before taking the same route again.
After couple of seconds rest, the grand assault began: both her legs and sides were attacked at the same time, only this time much more distinct. She was soon squirming and howling and begging for mercy.
"Are you ready to talk?" a gravelly voice said.
"YES!" Renée gasped.
"What were you doing in the middle of the forest, in the middle of the night? Are you a spy?"
"No, I was lost! That's all; I swear!"
"U-hu? Do you expect us to believe that? Are you aware of the penalty for lying?"
"Yes, because I'm telling the truth! What penalty?"
"The penalty is more of the same! But we'll give you the benefit of the doubt; for now. We will let you get out of bed, but the blindfold stays on and you will be chained to a chair this room, for the time being."

Nothing else happened until that night, when she again was cuffed to the bed, but this time wearing her white, ankle-long, cotton night-gown with frills around the cuffs and collar and little pink roses.
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