Her attacker/interrogator/by three years older brother came up behind her. He was holding a feather-duster in his hand. He started tickling her sides gently with the duster. “Regretting being part of this game, yet? Or do you want some more?†She thought about it for a few seconds. It actually hadn’t sounded that bad, when he asked her if she wanted to play a little game, to test her stamina. She agreed not suspecting anything. He asked her to put on an old t-shirt, which she wasn’t going to keep, anyway. Well, now she couldn’t, because he had slit the seams with a knife, so he could take it off, along with the rest of the clothes.
He had shackled her hands and feet and taken her out to the garage, where he had put a small stool on the floor, just below a hook in the ceiling. He ordered her to stand on the stool and raise her hands. He then fastened her hands to the hook and removed the stool, so she stood on the floor. She was just about tall enough, to reach it. When he had taken away the stool another hook, this time in the floor was revealed. He fastened the shackles around her feet in that, so she was stretched out as far as she could, with no way of defending herself against any attack, her brother might have planned. But so far, the only thing he had done was to walk slowly around her, looking at her, seizing her up, from every angle.
Then he had left her there, half dangling, and gone into the house. While he was gone, she had looked around the garage as best she could. She had, in the corner of her eye just about seen the edge a table, in an otherwise empty garage.) Now he was back. She tried to look over her shoulder (that’s not easy, when you are stretched out the way she was,) and what she saw, was her brother, wearing a mask and holding a feather-duster in his hands. The sight made her moan: “No please, no tickling! You know I’m so ticklish I almost can’t stand being touched by anything!â€
“That’s what I’m counting on! You and I are going to have so much fun. Well at least I know I am! You just be glad, I’m not using my fingers!†With that, he started attacking her bare sides and stomach with the duster, making her squeal. She tried to move away as far as she could but that wasn’t far enough. Not by a long-shot. Slowly he walked around her, touching every available spot on her body, at least once. Soon the squealing turned into tears of desperation. When he saw them, he finally stopped and asked her: “What’s the matter?†“I need to use the bathroom,†she panted. “Ah, I see!†he said “Just a second and I’ll get you down from there.†He unfastened the shackles around her ankles from the hook in the floor, fetched the stool, told to get up on it and then unfastened her handcuffs from the hook in the ceiling. It was a great relief letting her arms come down. They really had started cramping. “Aren’t you going to take the shackles off?†she asked. “Oh no, I’m not falling for that one.†he answered. “I’m not finished with you yet. I’m going to escort you to the house and back, so you don’t ‘get lost’ on the way!†“Not likely I’m going anywhere else, dressed in only a pair of knickers!†she said. She was a bit insulted really, that he had seen through her hastily thought up plan that easily.
When they were back, ten minutes later, he made her lie on the table instead. He fastened her shackled hands and feet to the table, so she still was stretched out, but now she had some support. He let her rest there for a couple of minutes, while he went back in to the house and had a cup of coffee. When he came back, he had a glass of ice cold lemonade, which he let her drink through a straw. When she had finished drinking, he took the ice from the glass and put it on her stomach, where it slowly melted, dripping down her sides. He even went back in and got some more, to put in her knickers. While it melted, he tickled her some more, careful she didn’t wriggle too much, so the ice would fall off her. If it did anyway, he immediately put it back.
The game lasted for about two more hours, after which he let her go and she hurried back to the house to put on some (clean and dry) clothes.
The end, or is it? Please, anyone else! Write a sequel!

