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Not exactly... he thought, feeling weak and light-headed. But she continued.

"It's just too bad I'm going to make you pay for it."

Trepidation was struck into Mark's heart. He wanted to ask what she was going to do to him, but he was scared of the answer. She unhanded his cock, dropped her feet back to the floor, spun her chair around to the foot of the bed and started to climb on it. Fortunately, the bed was large enough to accommodate both Mark's naked body, and most of Annelie's. She lowered herself onto her stomach, palming the object she'd retrieved from the drawer. She parted her legs and swung them up in the air behind her.

"Mark?"

Hearing his name, he tried to lean up enough to regard her.

"Look at me."

He struggled up to lift his head and achieve eye contact with her.

She grinned at him with evil satisfaction, waving her feet in the air. "Can you see 'dem?" She suggestively flipped her eyebrows.

He nodded dizzily, his face flushed red.

"Good boy." She tickled him under the balls with her nails, making him jump a little. "How's 'dat feel?"

He chuckled helplessly. "It...t—...tickles."

"Uh-huh...and how does..."

This time she both tickled under his balls and the head of his cock. "...'dis feel, 'den?"

He was this second time made to jump a lot...and let out a laughing shout. Annelie tried not to burst out laughing at him herself.

"Yessssss..." she teased. Finally, she utilized the object fetched from the drawer. Ceasing the tickling, she seized him around the dick with her left hand and squeezed the object in her right, bringing it to buzzing life, giving him a taste of it.

"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!" he shrieked, being driven insane by this horrific sensation.

And Annelie did laugh this time. "And how did 'dat feel??" she wanted to know, when he finally calmed down.

"Oh GOD!" Mark cried. "Holy...wh—...what w—"

"I tell you vhat 'dat vas," Annelie cruelly chortled. "'Dat's an electric floss." She showed it to him as he again tilted his head upwards enough to see her. His eyes filled with terror.

"Now take a deep breat'...you're going to need it," she advised him, wrapping her hand around his cock and balls. "Fasten your seatbelt, hang on tight, and enjoy 'de ride." She proceeded to go wild on him with the flosser.

The sounds that ensued from Mark were sounds he didn't know he was capable of producing. His laughs were full-throated guffaws. His shouts were lung-piercing shrieks that could crack glass. His moans reached the ceiling and bounced back down again. The flosser tickled like hell and drove him beyond crazy at the same time. It became unbearable almost instantaneously. He thrashed uncontrollably, shaking the mattress like mad, unable to escape her hands and this evil flosser of doom.

Annelie, needless to say, was loving this. She was giggling, and waving her feet behind her, but even should Mark be able to look up at her now, he couldn't focus on them anymore. She adored how cute he was, groaning and crying in tortured despair, his overwhelmed cock being jolted into generating pre-come. She ran it up and down on him, covering his manhood on all sides, tracing patterns on him as if tattooing his genitals.

At last, ten to fifteen minutes which felt like hours later, she gave him some relief. Giving him a minute to breathe, she watched his body heave, trying ardently to circulate oxygen. His throbbing wet dick was defenselessly dripping moisture, spurred beyond any known limits of arousal. He had no clue it was possible to be sent to such lengths, unwillingly, no less. And what was more, he wasn't sure he liked it. He felt goaded like a wild animal. His cock was vibrating uncomfortably.

"You're such a sveet young 'ting," she cooed at him maliciously.

Part of Mark wasn't sure he cared for this lady so much anymore...the other part of him was both terrified and irreparably turned on by her. He had completely forgotten about the rolling camera, and fortunately so, as he definitely didn't need any mental or psychological horror added to this nightmare.

Annelie got down and sat in her rolling chair again. "You're going to love 'dis..." she informed him, "...But don't love it too much."

Angling both her legs over his right, she slid down on the chair enough to reach his crotch with her feet, slid her jeans' legs up a little from her ankles, and started giving him a foot job, seductively rubbing him between her toes. Sliding his cock up and down her soles, massaging it with her arches...she was absolutely correct; while the flosser treatment only made him insane, being fondled between Annelie's soft warm feet felt so exquisite he was half-mellowed and half-excited into the most fiery, passionate delight he could ever remember experiencing.

It was amazing; actually, as much as he had taken in the eye-candy view of her bare feet this evening, he hadn't yet before now in fact touched them, or been touched by them. As succulently beautiful as they looked, he was nevertheless astonished at how sublime they felt stroking his stiff red cock.

Oh, this felt so good he could pass out...he could let her heavenly tootsies cradle him into the most superb, perfect orgasm any human being could reach, subsequently lulled into a blissful, peaceful slumber, it just...felt...so...damn...good...

He shut his eyes tight and fervently mooooooaned. Had he been paying attention to her, he would have heard her chuckle and remark, "I knew it...I knew you'd love feeling my feet on your cock..."

His body shifted the few inches back and forth it could on the bed. He again arched his back and pushed his dick up and down between her peds, easing the work on her.

Annelie became amused and a little excited herself. "Very good, Mark...fuck my feet," she ordered wickedly. "Fuck 'dem. Fuck my pretty feet 'dat you love so much. Fuck 'dem like a pussy."

He was so wildly fired up he didn't notice how extreme her verbal encouragement had just turned. Of course, she was motivating him to do just this. He thrusted as much as he could, nestled pleasurably between her soft soles. She slid his now vein-thick cock up the balls of her feet and hugged it tight with her toes. It couldn't take much more, and neither could Mark. His moans had graduated to screams of unadulterated lust. Head leaned back, his face was locked in a rictus of craving, dying to finally get over the edge. He sank his top teeth into his bottom lip.

He felt as if he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand it another second. He had to come...he had to be allowed to release the paradisiacal fireworks. If he couldn't, he...he...oh, he couldn't even consider that possibility. "Plea—...plea—...ple—..." he puffed, incompletely begging for that superlative climax he now so desperately needed.

He had almost reached the apex of the metaphorical mountain, about to be rewarded with the prize at the peak. He dealt with the agony by yanking on the ties with all his might and trying as hard as he could muster to tear through them. As the old song philosophized, heaven was but one step away. He had one foot in the gates, now all he had to do was get the other one in...

Annelie could see he was about to come, so she helped him out. Concentrating on jerking his cock to completion with her feet, she picked up the electric tooth flosser again, waited till the right moment, and activated it again, rapidly tickling his balls with it, back and forth, back and forth. Left and right, left and right.

That was more than it took. Had someone passed by Annelie's bedroom door at this precise moment, it would sound as if Mark were being murdered. The screams were virtually identical. His soul was propelled through the reaches of time and space as if shot from a canon, with the same velocity and intensity at which the come was sucked from his balls and fired volcanically through his dick. It erupted on her toes and blasted in glorious arcs to the foot of the bed and farther still.

Very satisfied feeling his hot essence christening the tops and insteps of her feet, Annelie grinned at him, slowing down the pedal masturbation until she could tell he was done. She removed her feet, letting his cock settle down. She spun the chair and crossed her ankles again, just as she had upon first binding him down on her bed.

"So, Mark...did you...like 'dat?...Have fun?"

His eyes fluttered, trying to focus. He couldn't quite get the words out, so he just nodded.

She chuckled, stroking his cock like a pet. "Well 'den...in 'dat case, 'dis...is eidder going to be even more fun..."

Mark's eyes found their center. He opened them and looked at her in sudden alarm.

Annelie turned back to him and flashed him her sadistic smile.

"...or...it's going to be pure hell," she speculated with evil glee and anticipation.

His face filled with apprehension again, just as it had when all this started. Annelie didn't wipe them off just yet, but just waved her come-adorned feet at him again. His cock had almost finishing petering out (no pun intended) and she was still gently caressing and stroking it. It was confused as to whether it should be hardening again or not. When she decided it was starting to recover enough stiffness again (for now), she picked up the flosser again. "Now tell me some'ting, Mark," she said.

She wiggled her toes, keeping his focus on her feet, as she subtly reached around the foot of the bed to his right foot. Just as with his genitals, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and once she had it within reach, she squeezed the flosser to activate it once more, touching its tiny vibrating bristle to his foot.

Suddenly, he was unable to hold focus on her, as his eyes squeezed shut for a breath-seizing laugh. After a second she removed it.

"Vhat'd you 'tink of 'dat?" she asked.

Gasping to grab a few breaths just to maintain his faculties, Mark did some more heaving and wheezing. When he startled to calm down, Annelie repeated the action, triggering the same response. When she decided she wanted to see more laughter, she kept the flosser on and traced it up and down the sole of his foot. "Oh, ticklish torture is just horrible, isn't it..." she mock-sympathized.

Mark thought he was going to explode. Extra sensitive after his orgasm, it was just killing him. After a short while, she switched hands and used the flosser on his tender crotch and danced her nails on his foot. He was screeching in both agony and laughter, music to Annelie's ears. He was starting to understand what she meant by saying this would either be fun or hell. It was becoming hard to distinguish between the pain and pleasure. It hurt so good.

When she thought that was enough laughing, she left the bottom of his foot alone and dropped her own feet back on the floor again. Retaining her sitting pose, she leaned forward towards his midsection. Keeping the flosser in her left hand, she snuck it under his balls to reach his perineum, again making him shriek, lurch and thrash about on her bed. Trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing, she momentarily deactivated it and fondled his tired, half-stiff cock again, manually drawing the blood back into it.

Mark tried to enjoy this little rest period, but to his dismay it didn't turn into much of a rest period at all. As he re-hardened, he felt as if he were being pinched all over his crotch. It squeezed and ached. He had just come, voraciously hard, and the orgasm just about knocked him out, but she wouldn't allow him to rest. Though he didn't know it yet, she was going to make him come again.

He winced and cringed. "Ow..." he mouthed, forced into a painful second erection by her vengeful hands. His dick resumed its red, veiny, throbbing form, now sporting a crimson hue—fast approaching purple, no less. It was beginning to not ache so good anymore.

"That...hurts..." he moaned out, barely audibly.

"Of course it does," Annelie replied matter-of-factly, mercilessly drawing the blood up inside his puffy member once more. "You didn't 'tink I vas just going to make it to feel good for you? I told you, you misbehaved, and now you're going to have to pay for it."

Oh...God... he thought defeatedly. He wouldn't deny that the first orgasm didn't feel like very heavy punishment, but...was what he'd done really that bad?? He tried to plead his way out of it again.

"I'm sorry...Annelie...I didn't meeee—..." He grimaced in distress. "...I didn't mean it! Plea—ow...please!"

"I know you didn't mean it, Mark," she answered. "But now supposing 'dat you did. Vee mustn't let 'dose 'toughts even cross your mind. 'Dey can lead to very..."

She slid the flosser down lower under his body, approaching the anus. He started to freak out.

"...troublesome situations."

Awakening his prostate, the anal stimulation was just enough to force him to achieve another full erection, excruciating though it was, so while keeping the flosser down there to prolong the torment, Annelie coated her right palm with saliva, took a firm grip on him and started this time executing upon him a ruthless, rough, feisty hand job.

The sensation provoking him in the posterior was starting to almost feel nice, but once she began jerking him off before he could even start to recover from ejaculation one, he lost it. He croaked out a silent scream of pain and felt tears stinging him. Suddenly he felt like he was being pinched or bitten all over by microscopically tiny insects. He pressed his face into a portrait of anguish.

"Aw, vhat's 'de matter..." he heard her say. "Not fun anymore? You don't have pleasure to fuck my hand now?"

The 'f'-bomb planted the idea in his mind of what he wanted to say right now...

"It vas fun vhen you verr fucking my feet, yes?" was her next verbal taunt.

If only he could get some words out right now...

"Vell, 'dis perhaps vill teach your cock to sit still in your pants."

Oh, for God's sake...look, lady, again, if you had one yourself, you'd realize that's not how they work! Unfortunately, he was being stifled into silence by her forcibly jerking him. His penis and balls were starting to turn purple. The hints of pleasure were resurfacing, but they were intangible through the suffering she was inflicting upon him. And even though neither Mark nor his cock knew it, it was on its imminent way to coming...again.

Actually, Annelie was just toying with him. Deep down, she knew men fairly often got erections out of nowhere, sometimes without even trying, sometimes in their sleep; it was one of the things she loved about them. Perhaps a somewhat inane opinion, but in pants or out of them, she thought erections were beautiful things...especially forced ones. And especially more...noticeable ones.

His larynx kicked in and he started squealing and screaming, in a delirium halfway between ecstasy and torture. If he'd taken the time to stop and examine it, it was a little more on the side of torture, but the ecstasy had definitely regained a hand in things. Minute after inexorable minute passed. When tears were starting to spill from his eyes and stream down his face, and Annelie finally decided he had been castigated enough, she told herself it was finally time to make him come for the second time and let him go.

Leaning down over him, she produced some more saliva and dangled it from her lips down onto the head of his cock, letting it ooze and trickle down between her fingers, after which she extended the flosser further up underneath him, nearing his prostate, and activated it one more time as she continued, and finally wanked him all the way—twice now around the track—to the finish line.

After just a few more moments of terribly superfluous, unwanted pleasure, at long last, heaven and hell collided, as Annelie finally squeezed ejaculation and orgasm number two out of him. He shouted repeatedly in the overwhelming passion thrust upon him until his lungs were about to give out. Every last drop of surplus was drained from his balls, until they finally signaled to his cock, and his cock finally signaled to her hand, that she had to stop now. She let him go and removed the electric flosser.

Not a moment too soon for Mark. He exhaled, gasped and sighed in long-awaited relief. The bed was stained with his tears and sweat at the head, and his come at the foot. His swollen dick was still throbbing tenderly, and still aching like hell, but the torment was over, and he was finally allowed to start recuperating. He deflated, his remaining stamina dissolved, and he fell dead asleep.

Annelie gently unwrapped the neckties and took them off Mark's wrists and ankles. She rolled the chair quietly away, and stopped the camera on the tripod rolling. Folding it back up, she extracted the tape and returned the camera to her closet and the chair back to the desk, turned off the lamp, and slipped out of the room to give Mark a little time for some healing slumber.

***

March 23rd, 2:57 a.m.

Having placed the film in a secret but memorable location, Annelie departed to ändstationen to "relieve" herself and wash her hands and feet. When she was clean, she came back downstairs to take care of a few chores. She rinsed off the serving bowls and other cookware and utensils from the smörgåsbord and let the dishwasher handle the rest of the job. She took the warm and dry laundry from the dryer and replaced it with the contents of the washer so the washer would be free for her bedsheets.

At three to 3:00, once it had been about two hours since she'd drained Mark and put him to sleep, she started heading back upstairs—taking the precaution this time first to put her sandals on—and returned to the naked sleeping boy on her bed. She took a dish rag with her, wet it, reentered the bedroom, turned the lamp back on and gently wiped off his cock, thighs and waist. When she finished, she took a minute to affectionately gaze at his now peaceful body. All her aggression was out now. She was no longer upset about him trying to photograph her feet, or holding any hint of ill will towards him at all. Besides, she now had their little escapade on film (just in case...). He had been sufficiently reprimanded for what he'd done, and it was time to take him home.

But first she needed to wake him up. She didn't want to, but...well, even if she could put his clothes back on herself, while she may have been strong, she wasn't quite strong enough to lift him up and carry him outside to her car. So she gave his leg a little shake.

"Mark...dags å vakna nu, vake up...vake up, Mark...vake up, käre. It's time to go home now."

He still didn't wake up, but only stirred in the bed. She tried again, but still to no avail. A sweet smile crept across her face. She was going to need to take it up a little bit to get him awake. She slipped to the foot of the bed between his legs and softly tickled his feet.

"Kille-kille-kille," she whispered—the Swedish equivalent of "goochie-goochie-goo." It didn't work; he was still pretty knocked out. "Kille-kille-kille," she reiterated, tickling them a little harder.

He stirred and giggled a little in his sleep. She had to tickle his feet still a little harder. Mark moved his arms for the first time in three and a half hours, flailing them unconsciously as if to bat the tickling hands away. Annelie chuckled and finally got him up by digging her nails in and shouting. "KILLE-KILLE-KILLE!!"

Shaken to consciousness and realizing he was being tickled, Mark jumped with a shouting laugh. He had to do some blinking and thinking to remember where he was and what was going on, but he finally did.