"Mom, I'm home." I said as I walked through the front door. Mom then told me, "Addie, as you know, dad and I are going to be out until very late tonight. Try to relax this evening, you studied so much this week. Tonight is your night."
Then, a few minutes later my mom left.
My mom was right, I was studying a lot. The reason I was studying so much was because I was valedictorian of my class and applied to MIT because I wanted to become a practitioner in physics and geology. I wanted to make sure I had the best job and I that MIT was going to make that happen and I wanted to have the best possible grade to secure an scholarship.
It was really hard being valedictorian of the class.
However, as I grew up through middle school and high school, I became one of the prettiest girls in high school. Because of my awkwardness due to Asperger's and my straight blonde hair, narrow face, sky blue eyes, many guys and even a few girls were trying to ask me out.
In the end, I began dating this girl, Jennifer and It turned out, she was also on the autism spectrum and we became very close. Sadly, when I turned 16, she and her parents moved away to California and I was heartbroken by losing my first and only girlfriend. However, 2 years later, we still talk to each other and were in a long distance relationship.
Since my 18th birthday the previous week, I studied harder than I had ever studied before because I was determined to at least going to graduate before I turned 24.
After having dinner and doing my studying, I watched A couple episodes of Steven Universe and Star Wars Rebels.
Around 9:00 PM, after I had finished watching TV, I went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower.
Once I finished undressing, I wrapped a robe around myself and went into the bathroom. Once I disrobed, I stared at my reflection, looking at my ribs, concave, flat, firm, athletic belly and my hip bones. Staring at my reflection in the mirror caused me to feel a funny feeling between my legs, but I didn't pay it much mind
After admiring myself in the mirror for about a minute, I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. I then began to lather my body with soap. Unlike the rest of my body, I didn't use the sponge to lather my nipples, pussy or feet; instead, I used my hands. The reason I use my hands, was because those three areas of my body were some of the most sensitive and ticklish, and I took great care not to over-stimulate my senses, because I feared am I going to sensory overload and just shut down, or laugh like crazy from the ticklish sensation.
After I showered, I did my normal ritual of way my body and checking my height along the bathroom wall where my mom and I made a DIY height chart. My weight came out to 100 lbs and my height came out to be 5'11".
The reason I was so skinny was because I had an abnormally high metabolism, and on top of that, I was very Physically Active, and over the past year I start participating in sports more.
After drying up and putting on my PJs, I went to bed.
In the middle of the night, I woke up and when I try to change my position, I realize that I was completely stuck and everything was groggy.
Great, sleep paralysis, not again.
The longest an episode has ever lasted for me was only a couple of minutes, and they only occurred once every few years. The first time what happened, I was around 8 and I correctly theorized that I was in the stage between being awake and asleep. I did have a few hypnagogic hallucinations when I had sleep paralysis, but I just chalked it up as a dream. The hallucinations were very vague and in one of them, I thought I got up had breakfast and left the house for school.
However, I shut my eyes open and closed and, normally that would get me right out of the paralysis and I would fully wake up and regain all motion of my body. However, I was still paralyzed and groggy once I open my eyes back up and I immediately knew something was wrong.
I realized that I could move my head and most of my body felt cold as if there was nothing covering my skin. I realized, that I was in my bra and panties as those were the only areas of my body that did not feel cold.
"HELPH!" was all that came out of my mouth and I realized that I was gagged.
Then, I heard footsteps and all of a sudden, the light in my room was turned on and I shut my eyes because of the glare.
When I open my eyes and they readjusted to the lighting, I saw a very tall woman, wearing a tight latex outfit with her arms crossed as she was staring at me.
She smiled at me and said, "Well, well well, looks like I finally got my hands on you, little girl! I am agent Morrigan, and I am your worst nightmare!"
She then took my gag off.
"W..who are you, what do you want from me?!" I asked in my shy, anxious voice.
She then straddled my hips walked up to me, leaned over to my face and backhanded on the face and said, "I ask the questions here, not you! Do you understand?!"
I nodded my head at her in quick succession, trying to appease her.
What's your name, little girl.
A..Addie. Addison.
"Ok, Addie. Good. Now Addison, I know who you work for and you will tell me where they are! Now speak!
I started to cry, A..Agent Morrigan, pl... please d...don't hurt mehehe..y...you have the wr...wrong person!
She then smacked me again. "Wrong answer. WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!" she shouted at the top of her lungs right in my ear.
I became hysterical at that point, breaking into a flood of tears.
I WILL NOT TOLERATE FEIGNED INCOMPETENCE! DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?!!
She punctuated the last three words by poking me in the chest. As she poked me in my chest, a stream of Giggles escaped my lips while I was simultaneously crying.
Then, she suddenly froze and looked at me with a very mischievous smile. I was still a bit clueless as to what was happening, but I knew that this was because of the giggles that emitted from my lips and I was scared that she was going to hurt me really bad because I was afraid that she thought that I had giggled deliberately to taunt her.
Then, she leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Little girl, you just gave me the best way to break you!"
Being still a bit clueless as to what she meant, I asked her, "Huh, what do you mean?"
Then, can the forwards that I least expected, "Are you ticklish, little girl?"
A question like that may seem harmless, but I was deathly ticklish and I froze and paled with absolute error my eyes becoming as wide as saucers. I realize that the face I just made gave away my secret without me having to reveal any words.
I still told her, "No, I am not ticklish."
"Well, the way you reacted when I poked you and the way your face paled when I asked you, says otherwise."
I realized the gig was up. "Please, don't tickle me! I'll do anything you want!"
She then told me, if you don't want me to tickle the living fuck out of your skinny, little body, give me the location of your contact!
"I don't know what you were talking about! I'm a senior at Coopersfield High School! My IDs on the table, my phone is on my nightstand. Whatever Y..MPHHHH!!" She then shoved the gag back in your mouth.