It was 2004. I was 14 years old at a party. My entire body was secured with duct tape. I could not move, and my feet and head was the only thing sticking out. I wondered in my mind how I got in this mess and was now going to be tortured by 2 boys.
2 hours earlier, I had arrived in my pokemon t-shirt, red velvet jeans, and Nike Tennis Shoes with red striped socks. I was invited to a birthday party, and it was for my good friends Zeek and Jonathan who just turned 15 year old. My parents drove me to the party in their Toyota 4 Runner. They stayed in the living room and watched a chinese movie as I went upstairs to play with the kids. However, they had other plans in mind for me. As I entered the bedroom, I was pounced on by Zeek and he was stronger than me. He managed to pin my chest by sitting on it. I was laying on my back, and Jonathan grabbed my legs and used duct tape to bind them together individually. As he did, I begged him to stop, but Zeek put his hand over my mouth and it was futile to fight it. Jonathan had advantage and duct taped my arms. After he finished his job, Zeek released me, but not before wrapping the tape around my torso. I was unable to move, and they stared at me, as they moved down to my feet.
That is when the torture started. They tickled my feet with their fingers. I started to laugh and they seemed quite pleased by it. Zeek focused on attacking the heel and arches, while Jonathan concentrated on my toes and soles.I was in an emotional wreck because tears rolled down my eyes. They did not stop tickling me, and each of them had a special talent. Zeek used his fingers in a circular motion to drive me off the wall. Jonathan started out as light strokes and it caused me to giggle, but he greatly increased to hard strokes causing me to laugh like a hyena. The other kids was unaware of my tickling because the door was locked so no one could save me even if they wanted to. I could not imagine why they would target me, until Zeek gave the answer. About 2 weeks ago, I was at their house for a party to celebrate the holiday of Christmas and I hogged the videogame console and in consequence, they were unable to watch an NBA Game. I knew that I deserved this, but my mouth gaped with horror when they started to remove my socks very slowly. I was very fearful because my bare feet is more ticklish whenever they are bare.
The boys started to lick my feet with their tongues. They did it slowly at first, leaving me in giggles, but they increased it to faster strokes. I was unable to contain myself, and I wet myself in front of them. They noticed it and called me out for it, and I was blushing with embarrassment. They increased the tickling by using a feather and I was unable to keep my laugher in check because it shot up my vocal chords. After an hour of nonstop tickling, I was finally released. I was taking short breaths, and could not move a bit. Their torture was useful in teaching me not to be selfish, and for the remainder of the year, I did not bother them again.
The End