Postby Daniel » Thu Nov 08, 2007 11:48 am
Chapter 1
With a tug, Brittany finished tying my right ankle to the leg of the heavy wooden chair. She had already roped my left ankle to the opposite chair leg. Rope was wound around my waist and the chair three times. A longer length of rope was wound around my chest and arms, both above and below by breasts, about 5 or 6 times. It seemed that rope was everywhere, but not quite. My evil twin sister had long since figured out that I could get out of any rope knot that she tied around my wrists. Since she needed revenge, and it wasn’t going to be anything quick and simple, she needed to make sure that I stay put. Britt had wound one of her belts around each of my wrists. She then padlocked the two belt buckles together and also to one of the vertical bars behind the chair. My wrists were completely immobilized, as if the ropes holding my body to the chair weren’t good enough. She then walked around the corner to retrieve her instruments of torture.
“Why are you doing this now,†I called out.
“I need revenge,†replied Brittany.
“You need therapy!†I retorted. Brittany peeked around the corner and made a sarcastic, contemplative look as she walked towards me again. “Hmmm. Maybe I do. But I’ll start tomorrow. Today, you and I both have big plans.â€
Today was Saturday. I was being held prisoner in the basement of my family’s home. Several weeks ago, our older brother held both of us prisoner in the opposite corner of the same basement and cuffed us to our father’s exercise machine with my fathers’ police-issued handcuffs (he was a Sergeant in our town’s police force). An afternoon of unrelenting tickling followed. Britt decided that, since I was late in returning home from practice, and she received a double portion of tickle torture, that she first needed to settle the score with me. That was about to happen.
Ten minutes ago, I was downstairs folding laundry. I was folding BRITTANY’s freaking laundry! I didn’t even hear her come down the basement stairs. Before I knew what hit me, a flying Brittany appeared out of no where, tackled me to the ground and pinned by hands behind me. She really was the evil twin. But I should have known better. This was the first time Britt and I were actually alone in the house since my brother captured us. Dad was working this Saturday, which was rare, Danielle was away for a week at camp and Mom and Jason were out shopping. To make matters worse, I was very appropriately dressed for tickle torture. I was wearing a tank top and short cotton shorts. Plus, I was barefoot. I had made a decision to take off my white socks before walking downstairs so that they didn’t get dirty on the concrete floor. “Smooth move, Amy,†I though to myself.
Brittany approached me with her hands behind her back. Unfortunately, her hands were not tied like mine were. I’m sure she was holding some horrible instrument of torture.
“Wow, Amy, you look concerned. What’s wrong,†Britt teased. With that, she presented the biggest feather duster I had ever seen. “I ***accidentally*** broke Mom’s duster last week, so she bought a new one. Look at the size of this.†She tickled my nose with it and started to laugh as I drew back into my chair. “I’m going to be able to tickle both of your legs at the same time.â€
“Britt, no fair, that’s mmmmpppph,†I cried. Britt had taken one of my socks, the ones I ever so carefully placed at the top of the stairs, and stuffed it in my mouth. A piece of duct tape followed. “Keep quiet, you knew this was coming,†said Britt playfully. She really didn’t mean any harm, but for Brittany, paybacks are paybacks. Britt walked over to the clothes dryer and took out her bathroom robe, removed the belt and then blindfolded me with it, wrapping it around my head twice and then tying it snugly in the back of my head just under my ponytail.
For the longest time, there was silence. I wondered what Britt was up to. Did she leave, or was she trying to freak me out. “Brrrreee?†I called out. “Brrrr, r u eere.†More silence was the reply. If she was trying to freak me out, it was working well. I knew that the tickling would start at any second.
Suddenly, the bottoms of both of my feet exploded as Britt began slowly massaging them with the duster. My feet were probably tied about two feet apart from each other, but the duster was long enough that she could tickle both simultaneously. Plus the bottoms of my feet were a few inches off the floor. Britt was starting off gentle, but even she was surprised by how I reacted to both feet being tickled at the same time. “Wow, she said. We’ve only been doing this for 10 seconds. What are you going to do when I actually get started?†She continued slowly, gently moving the duster back and forth under my tied feet, ignoring my pleas for leniency.
“Britt… Stop…†I screamed under my gag. “No can do, Sis. Mom’s not coming back for another few hours. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a break in about ten minutes.†With that, the started moving the duster just a little faster, but that was all I needed to begin thrashing around in my chair. Non-stop. Seconds turned into minutes. The tickle on my feet never did turn painful, Britt wouldn’t have wanted that, but she made sure that I was getting the full treatment. At one point, I was laughing and squirming around so hard that I thought I almost knocked the chair over. Britt stopped at this point. I slumped down in my chair, as much as the ropes would allow.
“Are you doing all right, Aim?†asked Brittany in a momentary act of kindness. I wasn’t sure what to say. Certainly any answer would lead to more torture, so I just shrugged my shoulders as best I could. “OK, Sis. Take a break for a moment.†Britt got up and walked over to the washer and dryer. I heard her open the washer and put the wet clothes in the dryer. She then turned it on. Walking back over to me, she took off my tape gag and I spit out my sock, still gasping for breath.
“I thought you might be having trouble breathing with the sock gag.â€
“Yeah, I was,†I panted back. Maybe she was going to be nice and let me go. “Well, I figured the dryer would block out some of the screams that you’ll be making over the next ten minutes,†I heard Brittany say.
“WHAT?!?â€
I then heard myself laugh like never before. Brittany was now taking the feather duster and rubbing it between my knees, effectively tickling both of my thighs at the same time. With her free hand, she rotated between each kneecap and both sides of my stomach. My whole body was screaming for me to stand up and get away, but there was absolutely nothing I could do. The more I struggled, the tighter the ropes around by body became. But not struggling was just not an option.
“No more†“Stop†I tried to cry out.
“What? I can’t hear you. The dryer is too loud.
Brittany’s torture continued for a few more days. Of course it was only a few more seconds, but at that point, it was really hard to tell the difference. Finally, the tickling stopped. It was only after I was able to quiet down that I realized that the phone was ringing. This was probably the only thing that would have distracted Brittany. She grabbed the cordless phone (we did have one in the basement) and answered it.
“Hello? Hi, hang on just a second.†Britt muted the call and walked over to me. I really need to take this. You go ahead and rest for awhile and I’ll come back later, OK?†As I opened my mouth to object, Britt stuffed my now soaking wet sock back into my mouth and placed two new strips of duct tape over that. “See ya later, Alligator,†she quipped. I heard Brittany continue her conversation while walking upstairs, leaving me alone to my thoughts.