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Outside, the storm raged on, the wind made the trees dance like bodies, in the middle of the night...that moved one way and another, and who's shadows creeped through the curtains, reveling the lightning.
The alarm clock on Abel's night table showed a little after one in the morning, as the rain continued to pound on the window panes, outside his room. The bedroom would occasionally become illuminated by the constant lightning, and the thunder would make everything shake a little, over and over again.
The entire house was silent, except of course for the storm outside, and the occasional vehicle that would speed by the driveway. Then, out of the quiet of the corners all around the house...and inside the closet in Abel's bedroom, came the tiny whispers and tiny laughter, and tiny growls...of something that was quickly over-taking the storm's noise.
Soon, Abel's bedroom was occupied by thousands of tiny creatures, all hiding in the darkness, all over his bedroom...their tiny shadows piercing through the lightning, and their tiny figures moving this way and that. These creatures were as tall as a pen, some were chubby while others were thin...and then some were shorter than others, while others were taller than some.
They all seemed to be spectators of Abel...and his bedroom, very intrigued and curious, and then some climbed on to the foot of his bed, while others climbed down from his headboard. Some others started to climb up to his bed from the sides too.
Soon, Abel's body was completely surrounded by hundreds of these creatures, as the lightning continued outside, and the rain poured onto the window panes, and the thunder roared furiously against the earth, over and over again.
Abel's POV
My fucking sleep was interrupted by the fucking storm outside, and something else. I woke up slowly, as the rain kept going outside, and the lightning went crazy, and the fucking thunder ripped through the fucking house!
I tried to stir my ass awake...to move around my fucking bed, but found out I fucking couldn't! "Wait a fucking minute...why can't I move my fucking ass...", I thought freaking-the shit out a bit, it felt like I was stuck in my bed sheets, under the fucking blanket!
There was nothing fucking wrong with my sheets or the blanket, as I had nothing on me, those had been pulled away to reveal my fucking pale-ass body...my somewhat defined chest, my muscular legs, and my fucking bare, pale feet at the end of the bed. In between the flashes of lightning I was able to make out loops of fucking tiny string-like rope all over my body, going from my ankles up to my fucking neck and then felt some dozen tiny loops going through my fucking mouth...holding some cloth-shit down into it.
"Mmmmnnghrorobmmmnm...", I tried to say some shit, but the cloth in my fucking mouth kept it nice and muffled. I looked around, and could tell there were lots of tiny figures running around on top of me and my fucking bed. Fuck, these fucking shapes look too small to be a fucking grown person, or people...even kids are taller, way fucking taller. The first thought that had crept into my fucking mind was the wrestling team...those fuckers were known for shit like this, you know...the hazing crap everybody gets when they join shit.
As the thunder roars some more, and the lightning breaks through the darkness repeatedly through the curtains, I look down to my fucking bare feet again...and notice that that fucking feeling I had on all my fucking toes was due to having some of that tiny string-rope shit, looped around each one of my fucking toes, then stretched back and tied, tightly on the tiny rope-shit tying my fucking ankles...pressing all my toes back and arching my fucking bare, pale feet...exposing my soles!
Shit...what the fuck is this, I'm fucking tied-up and gagged too, in my own fucking bed...and my toes are fucking tied-up too, like preparing my feet for something!
"Mmmmrrghnmnmghooghmnmmn...", I talk more muffled-up shit into the darkness of my fucking room, but the tiny figures all around me just continue to move about all over my fucking body and my bed...I also hear some weird-ass noise shit, more like squeaky shit...something like fucking mice...BUT FUCKING MICE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO TIE ME UP AND GAG ME WITH MY TOES TIED UP TOO, THAT'S A FUCKING FACT! "Mmnmghreornmngherbmnnmnm...", I speak more muffled-up shit into the fucking cloth in my mouth being held in there by more tiny-string rope shit, but no fucking 'dice' dude...I'm a 'quiet-up' hostage in my fucking room for the time being!
From what I can feel, my fucking arms are roped to my sides, tight-tight...just as my fucking legs are roped together-tight, the fucking string-rope going all the fucking way to my fucking ankles. The storm outside erupting into more fucking noise all over, while I'm here roped-up with some mice-things all over me, running wild all over my fucking room and shit!
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Outside, the thunderstorm continues, with the rain picking up and the wind blowing harder than ever...thunder roaring endlessly throughout the entire house. Lightning flashing through the curtains making the entire scene, now unfolding before Abel's very eyes...his eyes widen as he tries to squirm underneath the tiny rope keeping his entire body tied-up, he muffle-yells underneath a smelly, dirty tube-sock that is now rope-tied into his mouth...keeping the 'wrestler' newbie's protests from being heard, or if any please for help!
As Abel lies on his bed, the perfect captive of the creatures now, the leader...a smaller, bonier version of the rest, climbs the bed, and makes it to the top. Now, Abel is tied up with lots of tiny rope going all over his entire body...with a sock roped into his mouth as well, and tiny ropes fastened around each one of his toes, and then tied to the rope fastened around his ankles...flexing all of his ten pale toes backwards, arching his poor size ten, pale feet...exposing his soft, pale soles!
The leader of the creatures, now standing directly before both of Abel's pale, soft, arched feet...now tied together tight, leans in and sniffs both soles and all ten tied-up toes slowly, taking care to inspect every inch of each bare, pale sole very delicately...to it's heart content! It traces it's tiny little bony fingers all over Abel's feet, his soles, his arches, the heels, and between the toes and all over the toes too, taking Abel's toe-nails in his tiny, bony hands and digging in there with his fingers too...as Abel's bare, pale feet move frantically, squirm and struggle underneath the bonds, as Abel is sure to have felt his feet begin to get menaced by now!
After a few minutes of groping Abel's tied-up, bare feet...the tiny leader of the creatures motions to a few of them to begin the scrubbing of Abel's bare feet, and as soon as he gave the order, six creatures whom were around him at the time of the 'foot-inspection', took to Abel's feet with tiny brushes and scrubs and sponges and tiny towels as well. Others brought up to the bed a couple of tiny buckets full of what looked to be water, so the creatures cleaning Abel's bare feet didn't have to run out of it so soon.
As soon as the brushing and scrubbing started, Abel bounced a few inches off his bed unable to keep still, even underneath his bondage, as the scrubbing and brushing and wiping all over his frantic, squirming, pale and soft tied-up feet was too much to bear! His poor feet were having to endure a very ticklish sensation from all the cleaning being done on them, but unfortunately for him, the tiny ropes held tight onto his squirming and struggling 'almost' naked body (he was only wearing his briefs...no shirt, no pants, no socks of course), there was nothing he could do at the moment, just squirm some more and muffle-scream in muffled laughter, tied up and gagged on his bed, as the creatures kept on scrubbing all over his bare, pale feet...and brushing and wiping more and more, all over!
"MMNMGHHRGEHROONMNMNMMM...", poor Abel, struggling like mad now, and muffle-screaming underneath the tube-sock gag as his bare feet got cleaned, all over the toes and the arches and the heels, and the tops, and the toe-nails...everywhere..."MMNMGHHEGEROOHGNNMNMMMNM...", Abel kept on squirming and screaming his laughter that came out muffled by his stinky sock, but not much he could about it, just struggle lots and lots and keep scream-laughing into the tube-sock as the creatures cleaned both of his bare, pale feet..."MNMGHHERGHGEONMNMMNMOOGHNMNMN..."!!!!
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Kinh dịThe rain is pounding into the night, as Alberto struggles to open his eyes from a deep sleep, which seems has been abruptly interrupted by a strange feeling on his muscles. As the flashes of lightning break through his bedroom window, and the shake...
