## Dena and Marissa Torture Me, Part II (ff/m)

Post by kidnap boy » Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:11 pm

PART II
This is Part II to the story I posted on October 14.
So after Dena had tied Marissa and me up, gagged us, and challenged us to escape, we couldnâ€™t. So she brutally tickle-tortured a tied up Marissa for the first time ever, and then ordered Marissa â€“ while still bound hand and foot â€“ to tickle torture me with her feet. Marissa did, sadistically tickling me with her bare and very skilled feet, and left me in hysterics.
Soon after that Dena footgagged me with her smelly argyle-sock clad foot and tickled me pretty intensely for a little while, leaving me in giggly tears. Dena and Marissa, now untied, thought it was time for a break for me, but had no intention of untying or releasing me, letting me know I was theirâ€™s for the night. Dena expressed a desire to tie me down to her bed, so the two grabbed me with my hands tied behind my back with rope and my feet tied tightly at the ankles, and hopped me upstairs for an unknown fate of torture.
They got me up there, each keeping a tighthold on their prisonerâ€™s arm, and deposited me bound on the floor of Denaâ€™s room. Dena gagged me with a piece of silver duct tape.
â€œMy Momâ€™s room is better for what we have planned for you,â€ Dena said. â€œYou just stay down there tied up and gagged and be a good boy â€“ do not even THINK of escaping. Weâ€™ll be back for you in a little while.â€
I could hear Dena and Marissa giggling in her Momâ€™s room diagonally across the hall, and 15 minutes later Dena walked in with my gym bag of overnight clothes. I was to be sleeping over, after all, and had packed a t-shirt and gym shorts as bed clothes.
â€œI want you to change,â€ Dena told me, still wearing her short-sleeved white blouse with ruffled sleeves, grey cargo pants, and grey and black argyle socks on her feet. â€œIâ€™m going to untie your feet right now and Iâ€™ll leave you allow. Get your jeans off and your pants on. Do it now.â€ And with that Dena untied the ropes that bound my feet and brought them with her as she closed the door behind her.
She left me alone and I obeyed. It took some struggle, but I got my jeans off and my shorts on.
A few minutes later Dena came back in with her handcuffs, while I sat on the floor as she ordered, my hands tied behind my back and my mouth taped. She quickly grabbed my right foot, attached the cuff to it, and then fastened the other to the end of the footboard of her bed. So I was kind of lying on the floor with one leg way up in the air, unable to move.
Dena crouched behind, keeping me gagged. â€œI need to untie your hands so you can change your shirt. But youâ€™re still chained at the ankle and not going anywhere. I SUGGEST you donâ€™t fight me. If you do, youâ€™ll wind up hogtied again in a minute, and Iâ€™ll me forced to test out my stinkiest dirty socks in your mouth!â€
Dena untied me and then held my feet so I couldnâ€™t move, and I quickly put my tee-shirt on. Dena moved quickly after that, grabbing some rope and tying my feet together, and THEN uncuffing my foot from the bed and quickly handcuffing my hands in front of me. I opted not to fight. Why bother?
Dena got me to my feet â€“ I was still gagged. She hopped me to the bathroom and I went in and, with my hands cuffed in front of me, was able to do my thing. I had to go, so this was good. And I knew I had a long night ahead of me with Dena and Marissa, but I was hoping my cooperation and good behavior might save me a little less brutal torture.
When I finished and washed up (hopping all around the bathroom to do so) Dena came and got me and led me into her Momâ€™s bedroom. Her Mom had a king-sized bed with slotted head and footboards, and Dena had tied me down to her bed before. Marissa was waiting, sitting with her red-socked feet up on the bed, watching TV. A whole bunch of ropes, pantyhose, and scarves were lying on the bed, too. Waiting for me. Marissa wore the same black pants and pink short-sleeved ruffled blouse she wore earlier.
â€œHereâ€™s our Kidnap Boy!â€ Dena announced, pushing me on the bed so I landed right in Marissaâ€™s lap, while she turned the TV off. â€œMariss, he was a VERY good boy! Such an obedient hostage!â€
Marissa giggled and got me in a bearhug from behind, wrapping her feet around my middle and saying, â€œKidnap Boy is the GREATEST! Oooohh, I could just hug him to death.â€™
Then Marissa started to tickle my ribs and say, â€œOr maybe I could tickle him to death. Maybe? Who knows?â€ And giggled and kept on lightly tickling me while Dene stood on and smiled.
â€œOK, letâ€™s tie him down and get going,â€ Dena said, snapping to it. â€œJess, Iâ€™m going to take your gag off, IF you swing your feet right up here on the footboard,â€ Dena said, patting the footboard.
I obeyed and swung my feet up, and Marissa took off the tape that was gagging me. But then Dena said, â€œCover his eyes â€“ just use your hands. I donâ€™t want him to see how Iâ€™m doing this.â€
Marissa laughed and covered my eyes with her hands, saying, â€œGuess who???â€ in a joking way.
I said, â€œPlease show me mercy! Iâ€™ve done everything youâ€™ve told me to!â€
â€œMaybe,â€ Dena said. I could feel her tying my already-bound ankles more â€“ with either pantyhose or a scarf, and then I felt her tying them down to the footboard. â€œMaybe, Kidnap Boy, if youâ€™re REALLY good, you wonâ€™t be taken too deeply into the Dena and Marissa torture chamber. Maybe! Nowâ€¦silence!â€
I obeyed and she and Marissa laughed. â€œThere,â€ Dena said, â€œtry and kick your feet.â€ I did, and couldnâ€™t move. I was bound pretty tightly to the footboard.
â€œGood â€“ our little Kidnap Boy isnâ€™t going ANYWHERE!â€ Dena said with a demanding laugh. â€œNow raise your hands up over your head and lie all the way back.â€ Marissa uncovered my eyes and I did, so my hands were raised way over my head while I lay down on the bed. â€œOK, Mariss, letâ€™s do this.â€
I felt them both tying what were definitely pantyhose around my wrists, which were bound with handcuffs anyway, and then felt like my wrists were now tied together with the pantyhose. Then I heard Dena unlock the handcuffs. Next I felt all kinds of fumbling around with my hands stretched out over my head and Marissa, I think holding me in place, and then I heard the handcuffs click again and saw Dena tying ropes around the headboard slats, tying them to the handcuffs, and tying the handcuffs to the stockings that bound my wrists.
â€œStruggle. Try and get free,â€ Dena told me. I did and could barely move. I was effectively stretched out and tied down to the bed, my hands straight over my head.
Dena and Marissa got up. â€œLook at our little hostage,â€ Marissa said. â€œWhat are we gonna do to him now?â€ And she wiggled her fingers in the air with a sinister grin, getting closer to my bound body while I squirmed and giggled incredibly nervously.
â€œRight now? We let him lie here and justâ€¦relax,â€ Dena said. â€œIâ€™ve got a fewâ€¦thingsâ€¦I need to take care of in the kitchen.â€
And with that she and Marissa walked to the door, smiling evilly.
â€œBye bye, Kidnap Boy. See you in a little whileâ€¦when weâ€™re ready to have some fun with you,â€ Dena said, wiggling her fingers at me once more and blowing me a kiss. â€œAnd. Donâ€™t you dare let me here you scream or yell or anything. Because if you do, do you know what happens?â€
â€œYou gag me?â€ I asked.
â€œWith what?â€ Marissa asked me.
â€œSocks,â€ I said.
â€œWhat kind of socks?â€ Dena asked.
â€œDirty socks!â€ I answered.
â€œThatâ€™s right,â€ Dena laughed. â€œBy, baby!â€ And they closed the door, leaving me stretched out and bound hand and foot to the bed.
I inspected my predicament from where I could and realized I was pretty helpless. The pantyhose that bound my hands were taut around my wrists, with about 6 inches of space separating my two hands. In the middle of that space, Marissa had tied the handcuffs around the pantyhose, and then fastened to ropes that bound my hands straight above me to the slotted headboard. My arms were straight over my head with very little slack. Thought the pantyhose were very soft and didnâ€™t hurt. Which was good, I guess.
My bare feet were tied together with both pantyhose and ropes at the ankles, very tightly and secured many times over. Dena had also tied my feet to the top of the footboard with ropes. I was totally stretched out.
Dena came into the room after about a half-hour, still wearing the same ruffled short-sleeved white blouse and cargo pants. She was smiling so sweetly.
â€œIn case your wondering, no, you wonâ€™t be tied up this tight all night long,â€ Dena said. â€œWeâ€™ll loosen things up for you later, honey.â€
Dena then sat down at the foot of the bed, looked at me stretched out and tied down hands and feet, and smiled. She put her socked feet up close to my face, stretching out.
â€œWeâ€™re going to have a good time with you tonight, Kidnap Boy,â€ Dena said, winking.
â€œOh, Godâ€¦â€ I said.
Just then Marissa walked back in and stood at my feet, smiling.
â€œAre we ready to tell our Kidnap Boy the new game, Dee?â€ Marissa asked.
â€œWe sure our,â€ Dena said. â€œItâ€™s a trivia question, really. Something I learned.â€
Dena sat up and shifted into a Lotus-style position, her feet in front of her, and grinned.
â€œWhere do you guys think the softest skin on the human body is located?â€ Dena asked. â€œAnd keep it clean. The answer is a clean one.â€
Marissaa giggled and I said, â€œOh Godâ€¦why are you asking that?â€
â€œJust listen,â€ Dena said, patting my leg.
â€œIs itâ€¦the soles of the feet?â€ she asked, pointing to the bottoms of her feet.
â€œIs itâ€¦the back of the knee?â€ she asked, pointed to her knees.
â€œIs itâ€¦the underside of the arms, up here?â€ she asked, pointing to between her biceps and triceps.
â€œOr is itâ€¦the neck?â€ she asked, pointing to her neck.
â€œNow, Marissa knew Iâ€™d be asking this question, but doesnâ€™t know the answer. So letâ€™s have you two guess.â€
â€œDena,â€ I said nervously, â€œwhy are you askingâ€¦â€
â€œMy guess isâ€¦the bottoms of the feet!â€ Marissa chimed in, sitting down on the other side of me on the bed. I donâ€™t think I need to explain that having two really hot girls tying you down and sitting on either side of your bound bodyâ€¦.well, itâ€™s a great and terrible feeling all at once!
â€œOK. Mariss guesses the feet. Kidnap Boy?â€ Dena asked. Now they were both looking down at me and smiling. So sinister!
â€œUmâ€¦just tell me whyâ€¦why youâ€™re asking,â€ I stammered, but Dena cut me off.
â€œAh ah ahâ€¦you are our hostage â€“ you play by OUR rules,â€ Dena said, moving closer to me and giving me just a killer evil grin. â€œAnd if you donâ€™t guess the answerâ€¦and I mean right nowâ€¦weâ€™ll play a different game.â€
I gulped.
â€œKnow what that game is, Marissa?â€ Dena asked, now looking straight into my eyes from about 2 feet away.
â€œNo, what is it, Dee?â€ Marissa asked, staring at me with an equally evil smile and also hovering over me from the other side. I felt SO trapped!
â€œItâ€™s called â€˜Count My Toes,â€™â€ Dena said with a laugh, still staring at me. â€œThatâ€™s when Marissa blindfolds you, I take off my socks and stick my feet in your mouth, one at a time. And you get to guess how many toes I have in your mouth! Ohâ€¦and that game? It goes on for awhile!â€
Dena giggled and moved her face 6 inches from mine while I smiled in a terrified way. â€œSo guess the answer to my question, or Marissa goes to get a blindfold!â€
â€œOKâ€¦what do I winâ€¦â€ I began to ask, but Dena cut me off.
â€œMariss, go get a sock to blindfold him with!â€ Dena demanded.
Marissa got to her feet and began to leave the room when I shouted, â€œNO NO NO! Iâ€™ll guess! Iâ€™ll guess. I guess the neck. OK? The neck!â€
â€œGreat answers,â€ Dena said, getting up and joining Marissa at the foot of the bed. â€œBut youâ€™re both wrong! The real answer is, the underside of the upper arms!â€
â€œOhhhhâ€ Marissa said, â€œI wouldâ€™ve thought it was the feet! You sure?â€
â€œSure,â€ Dena said, pulling over the chair from the desk in her Momâ€™s room. â€œHere, Iâ€™ll show you. Sit down.â€
Marissa did, facing me. Dena stood behind her.
â€œRaise your hands over your head,â€ Dena told her.
â€œWhy?! What are you gonna do?!â€ Marissa said, looking up at her with a big smile.
â€œJust do it! It wonâ€™t take 5 seconds!â€ Dena said.
I, BTW, stayed quiet during all this. Thought it was best.
Marissa raised her arms over her head. In doing do, her arms were bare almost all the way down, because her ruffle short-sleeves had bunched up to just below her shoulders.
Marissa said, nervously, â€œNow what are you gonna do?â€
Dena said, â€œWatch, Jess. Letâ€™s see how long Marissa can keep her arms raised over her head. You count!â€
Then Dena, standing behind Marissa, reached down and slowly, lightly tickled the underside of Marissaâ€™s arms from her elbows to her sleeves. It was all done with her fingertips, barely touching Marissaâ€™s arms.
â€œAAAIIEEEEEE!!!!â€ Marissa screamed, laughing and quickly putting her hands down. â€œOmigod,, that tickles SO MUCH!â€
Dena giggled, â€œJess, how long did she last?â€
â€œThree seconds,â€ I said.
Dena said, â€œOK, fair is fair. Marissa, letâ€™s see if I can beat that!â€
â€œOH GOODY!â€ Marissa clapped, looking at me. â€œI finally get to tickle YOU!â€
â€œONLY like I just did you,â€ Dena sharply replied, sitting down in the chair.
â€And ONLY until my hands drop. Tickle me anymore than that and Iâ€™ll tie you up with our Kidnap Boy here!â€
Marissa agreed and Dena raised her arms over her head. Like Marissa, her ruffled short-sleeves caused her arms to be almost totally exposed. Marissa stood behind her and said, â€œKidnap Boy, you count. Startingâ€¦NOW!â€
And Marissa begin to very quickly and lightly run her fingers up Denaâ€™s bare arms, while I counted. Dena squealed like â€œEeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!â€ and when I got to 5, she screamed â€œSTOP! STOP! Omigod! That is TORTURE!!!!!!â€
â€œYou won, Dee!â€ Marissa said, high-fiving her as Dena got up and straightened her short ruffled sleeves.
â€œIâ€™ll tell you, of all the times Iâ€™ve been tickled, there is NOTHING worse than the light-soft tickles. Itâ€™s just so agonizing!â€ Dena said. â€œOh well, I won!â€
â€œAlthough,â€ Marissa said, turning her attention to me, the bound hostage on the bed, â€œWe havenâ€™t given our Kidnap Boy a chance to compete yet!â€
â€œOooooh â€“ Mmmmmmm!â€ Dena purred, getting up and sitting at my left side on the bed. â€œYou are SO right, Marissa!â€
I knew it!
â€œLetâ€™s see if our Kidnap Boy can keep his arms over his head for more than 5 seconds while we give him the soft tickle torture,â€ Dena said to Marissa. And then, anticipating my scream of â€œNo!â€ she clamped her hand on my mouth.
â€œAh ah ahâ€¦does someone want a sock in his mouth? A nice dirty sock?â€ Dena asked me and I shook my head.
Marissa sat down on my right side and slowly moved her red-socked foot to my nose, â€œMaybe he does, Dee. Maybe he wants us to gag him with our socks!â€
â€œNO! Please donâ€™t! Iâ€™ll be good!â€ I said.
â€œYes, Kidnap Boy, I know you will,â€ Dena said, wiggling her slender fingers very lightly over my arms. â€œOK,Marissa. Itâ€™s time to see how Kidnap Boy holds up to our dreaded Soft Torture.â€
â€œHere we go!â€ Marissa said, lowering her fingers to my bare right arm while Dena did the same to my left. I bit my lip in resolve to not let them break me. â€œCootchie cootchie coo â€“ tickle tickle tickle!â€
And they began to finger the undersides of my bound arms so lightly, it was like they were barely touching. The skin is so soft and their fingers moved so slowly and gently over the surface that within a second it was sheer agony. Worse than pretty much any kind of harder tickling Dena and Marissa had ever tortured me with.
â€œMmmmâ€¦mmmâ€¦ughâ€¦ughâ€¦â€ I squirmed and groaned, not crying out for a few seconds.
â€œThreeâ€¦fourâ€¦fiveâ€¦â€ Dena giggled as she kept tickling me in that maddeningly soft way. â€œHe won!!!! He did it, Marissa. He beat us!â€
Dena and Marissa stopped after about 8 seconds and patted my belly. I sighed and exhaled in relief. â€œAhhhhh. Omigod, that was the WORST!!!!â€
â€œI know. It is SUCH awful torture, right?â€ Dena said.
â€œIf I was being tortured for information, Iâ€™d talk in a SECOND!â€ Marissa said.
We all laughed and I relaxed, even though I shouldâ€™ve known what was coming.
â€œYou know,â€ Dena said. â€œWe could only take 5 seconds of it â€“ it was absolute agony for us, and WEâ€™RE not tied down like our Kidnap Boy is! If we felt that much agony in just 5 seconds, I wonder what someone would feel like if they were say, kidnapped, held hostage, and tied down to a bed for torture?â€
â€œHmmmmm,â€ Marissa said, grinning down at me, â€œI wonder how much more agony it would be to some tied up victim if he were tickled like that for, say, 10 minutes?â€
â€œOh NOOOOOOO!!!!!â€ I screamed, but they just giggled some more.
â€œCare to find out?â€ Dena asked Marissa. â€œWant to tickle torture Jessie like that for 10 whole minutes, nonstop? Just to see what happens?â€
â€œPLEASE!!!!!!â€ I pleaded but Marissa gently laid her hand across my mouth.
â€œShould we gag him? Stick a sock in his mouth for this round of torture?â€ Marissa asked.
â€œNoooooo,â€ Dena said slowly, again putting her face an inch from mine so her hair fell in my face. â€œI want to hear every scream, every whimper, EVERY bit of begging from our Kidnap Boy!â€
Marissa took her hand off my mouth and said, â€œOK. Time to tickle-torture you, Kidnap Boy, in a way you have NEVER been tickle-tortured!â€
They giggled and began the agonizing torture, running their fingers in perfect motion over my soft, bare arms. I couldnâ€™t even scream that much. It was more desperate and terrified and agonizing laughter and gulping while the tickling continued. The whole time sounded like:
â€œGahâ€¦ahhhâ€¦ahhhhâ€¦.nnnnahâ€¦.plâ€¦â€¦plâ€¦.AHâ€¦.AHâ€¦AHâ€¦.AHâ€¦!!!!!!!â€ Over and over again.
Dena and Marissa looked down at me as tears welled in my eyes from the agonizing laughter and torture and grinned like beautiful demons. They worked their fingers like they were conducting a symphony, taunting me and making this the single worse bit of torture I have ever felt in my life!
â€œOh whassa matter babyâ€¦.Are we ticking you to death? You donâ€™t like when your evil kidnappers tickle you to death?â€ Dena asked in a near-baby voice, over and over.
â€œWant me to stop? Want me to stop, Kidnap Boy? But youâ€™re all tied up, honey? Dena and I have you all tied up and we just canâ€™t resist tickling you to death!â€ Marissa taunted.
Tears were running down my face and I was laughing so hard I could barely see straight. The truth? It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. It was brutal and torturous and I was so helpless, but in a way I LOVED IT!!!! And I was praying for it to end. If that makes sense.
â€œAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHâ€¦.â€ I let out in a half-scream over and over. â€œPLEASEâ€¦.please please please pleasepleasepleasepleaseâ€¦.â€
â€œYouâ€™re so helpless, Kidnap Boy! We tied you up and youâ€™re sooooo helpless!â€ Dena taunted more in that purring voice of hers. â€œWhat if we never stop? What if tickle you forever and ever. What are you gonna do about it? Youâ€™re ALL TIED UP!!!!!â€
Finally, they both stopped and I sobbed and laughed and cried like a baby. Marissa reached down and smoothed my redhot face and Dena got to her feet and said, â€œOK. Calm down. We wonâ€™t tickle you like that anymore, OK. Iâ€™ve got just the thing for you. Wait here!â€ And ran out of the room.
Marissa giggled more and stopped rubbing my face and leaned back and rubbed her socked feet along my face and under my nose. â€œI just LOOOOVE to torture you with my feet, too, Kidnap Boy. Although Iâ€™M thinking of calling you my Tickle Boy instead!â€
Marissa kept on taunting me with her feet on my face, which smelled not great but not as bad as Denaâ€™s, and Dena then came into the room with her hands behind her back. I could tell how excited she was because her arms, most exposed because of the ruffled sleeves, were bright red.
â€œI think THIS will make you feel better!â€ And Dena pulled out one of those frozen blue icepacks, the solid kind you put in coolers to keep things cold. â€œMarissa, pull up his shirt and letâ€™s see that cute little tummy!â€
Marissa lifted my shirt way up over my bound arms and hands and left my whole torso exposed.
Dena advanced on me with the icepack in her hand and a crazy evil look on her face.
â€œOh NOOO!!!! PLEASE NOT THAT!!!!!!â€ I screamed.
â€œGag him, Marissa,â€ Dena ordered. â€œMight as well use your feet!â€
Marissa laughed and sat up by the headboard, raised her red-socked foot over my face, and planted it over my mouth. â€œMMMMMPPPPHHHH!â€ I screamed, begging Dena not to torture me with the icepack.
â€œToo late for begging, Kidnap Boy. You were a very naughty boy earlier and now you will be punished!â€ Dena said, sitting on the bed and holding the icepack over me. It was frozen SOLID and looked SOOOOO cold!
â€œTHISâ€¦is the second new torture I have for you tonight! Hee hee hee hee!!!!â€ Dena taunted in a very sinister voice and placed the freezing ice on my bare stomach.
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!â€
Dena laughed evilly and Marissa said, â€œDo it again! He hasnâ€™t learned his lesson yet!â€
â€œVery well,â€ Dena said, like a professional torture villain or something. â€œI shall apply the torture device again!â€ And she placed the ice on a different part of my torso while my screams were muffled by Marissaâ€™s socked foot.
â€œNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!â€
â€œMore? Yes, I shall torture you MORE, Kidnap Boy!â€ And Dena kept on placing the ice on my bare stomach and chest, 8 or 9 more times, while I screamed myself hoarse into Marissaâ€™s footgag.
â€œSuch a comfy place for my feet,â€ Marissa taunted, now placing her other foot on my face as well while the first one stayed over my mouth.
Dena placed the ice on my belly one more time, holding it down so it froze and burned in that icy torturous way, before she finally said, â€œI think Kidnap Boy has had enough of the ice torture, donâ€™t you Marissa?â€
â€œI do, Dena, but I donâ€™t want to stop torturing him yet.â€ Marissa kept her feet firmly planted on my mouth and face.
â€œWell, you know,â€ Dena said, looking at my bound socked feet. â€œI havenâ€™t tickled his feet yet!â€
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!!!â€ I screamed again, all laughed and cried out.
â€œYou hush up now and stay under my feet!â€ Marissa said, planting her foot over my mouth for emphasis. â€œDena, I think tickling Jessieâ€™s feet is just a GRAND idea,â€ she said in kind of an elegant, fake accent.
Dena jumped up off the bed and ran out of the room, while Marissa kept her feet over my mouth and giggled, looking at me. â€œWeâ€™re not even close to being through with you yet, Tickle Boy!â€
Dena came back in once AGAIN holding her hands behind her back, grinning like the cat cornering the mouse (I was the mouse) of course. She bent down and placed whatever was in her hands on the floor and then stood up at my feet.
â€œLetâ€™s take off these socks, Kidnap Boy. All the better to tickle you with!!!!!â€ Dena laughed, pulling off my socks. Then she crouched down to the floor and emerged with an electric toothbrush, with only the spindle showing! She had tickled my feet with this before it was HORROR!
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHâ€ I pleaded into Marissaâ€™s feet.
â€œOh, you remember this torture device, do you?â€ Dena said, turning it on while I kept screaming and Marissa kept laughing.
Then Dena put on a sinister accent and began to taunt me while the motor of the toothbrush whirred and she approached my feet. Like some sort of cartoonish Russian archvillain.
â€œMy partner and I have tried to make you talk through various tortures, dahling, but you vill not cooperate,â€ Dena said, as the toothbrush spindle whirred at high speed and my eyes grew huge. â€œVell, I vill place this tickle-torture device in your feet until you tell me vhat I vant to know!â€
The toothbrush then hit the soles of my feet and it was like the worst foot tickling I ever received. Dena held my feet in her left hand and spread them out taut while tickling them with the brush in her right hand. She tickled them up and down, between my toes, top and bottom while I screamed into Marissaâ€™s footgag. This was sadistic torture and my laughter and tears made me feel I would pass out.
â€œYou are a very strong young man, but I vill break you and you vill tell me vhat I vant to know! Or I vill tickle you to death vhile Marissa keeps torturing you vith her smelly feet!â€ Dena kept taunting while she tickle tortured me with the toothbrush in character, before finally giggling like a madwoman.
â€œMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHH! PLMMMMMMMPH!â€ I tried to scream but Marissaâ€™s feet muffled everything.
Finally Dena turned off the brush and used her fingers for awhile all over my feet and legs, switching back to her normal evil tickler voice.
â€œSuch a ticklish wittle Kidnap Boy! Am I tickling you to death?! I think maybe I am! What if I tickled you with my feet, huh? Huh? Huh?â€ And with that Dena came back on the bed, sat on me just above my knees, and jammed her argyle-socked feet into my armpits and ribs. â€œMy tootsies will tickle you worst than even my fingers will!â€
Denaâ€™s feet kept it up while my screams continued to die under Marissaâ€™s socked feet and tickled my hips with her fingers, and soon Marissa was tickling my poor neck in a sadistic, nonstop way.
â€œPoor Kidnap Boy! Heâ€™s so tied up and helpless! I donâ€™t think he can take anymore!â€ Marissa taunted with a laugh.
As Dena began to slow down her toes in my ribcage, the tickle-torture finally came to an end. The tickling stopped as I screamed my last desperate laughs into Marissaâ€™s feet.
â€œOK, Kidnap Boy, itâ€™s over. Settle down,â€ Dena laughed, getting off me and kneeling at my side. â€œMarissa, remove you feet from his mouth. Heâ€™s had enough!â€
Marissa took her feet off my mouth and I spent the next few minutes laughing hoarsely and going â€œAh ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!! No more no more!!!!â€ Marissa and Dena just laughed and patted my stomach and smoothed my hair.
â€œWell I have to admit, Kidnap Boy,I think that might be the worst weâ€™ve ever tortured you!â€ Dena said, getting to her feet while Marissa got to hers. She then leaned down and untied the ropes that bound my hands to the headboard. I was still tied up at the wrists with stockings, but my hands were now free in front of me. The pantyhose were so much easier on the skin. I just panted and slowly giggled it all out while Marissa dried my face.
â€œOmigod,â€ I finally said. â€œYou guys are the greatest torturers ever! I didnâ€™t think Iâ€™d make it!â€ And I meant it. As agonizing and sadistic as it wasâ€¦it was amazing!â€
Dena and Marissa cracked up and Dena untied my feet from the footboard and they both plopped down next to me on the bed and turned on the TV. â€œNo Kidnap Boy â€“ YOU are the greatest!â€ Dena said. â€œWeâ€™ll leave your hands and feet tied for awhile, but most of the torture is over.â€
Dena and Marissa cuddled up to me and we all watched TV for the rest of the night. Occasionally Dena would slip her fingers into my ribs and whisper, â€œGee, are you tichlish, Jessie?â€ and I would yelp and squirm. Marissa would do the same ,tickling my neck and teasing me.
That night they tied me back down to the bed in a very loose kind of way and the three of us slept there. Dena asked me if I wanted to try and stay tied up and there prisoner for the night without any more tickling, and said, â€œYeah! Why not!â€ Hey, it was exciting! I kinda never wanted to be set free.
Marissa changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and slept opposite me, her bare feet up near my face. Dena changed into short-sleeved white nightshirt and grey sweats, taking off her smelly socks and holding them under my nose before she climbed into bed beside me.
â€œI just wanted to give you one last chance to enjoy my dirty argyle socks!â€ Dena said with a laugh. And thatâ€™s how we slept, Dena cuddling me while I was tied down to the bed, Marissa at my feet.
Wow. One of the great nights of my young life, the helpless and adoring hostage of my two beautiful torturerâ€™s and kidnappers. Dena and Marissa NEVER disappointed.

### Re: Dena and Marissa Torture Me, Part II (ff/m)

Post by Fesselfan » Sun Oct 26, 2008 11:35 pm

A nice and well written story...it would benefit though from being posted in one thread with the first part. Would safe a lot of search time...
Cheers
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### Re: Dena and Marissa Torture Me, Part II (ff/m)

Post by luckydog3 » Mon Oct 27, 2008 5:01 pm

Your stories never disappoint. Thanks!!!

### Re: Dena and Marissa Torture Me, Part II (ff/m)

Post by canuck100 » Mon Oct 27, 2008 5:48 pm

Love it!

### Re: Dena and Marissa Torture Me, Part II (ff/m)

Post by fuegoski » Sun Apr 06, 2014 12:55 pm

I will do anything to be in that situation!!