Message: had to work late please check on kids THANKS
Petra read the message and groaned. Liz and Donny Hinds were the neighbor’s from two doors over. They had three boys, Bobby 14, Billy 13 and Jimmy 12. Liz drove bus for the local transit and every third week had to drive in the evening. Donny was employed by some industrial firm and was required to work afternoon shift every two weeks. When their evening shifts coincided the boys were old enough to stay alone but Liz liked someone to check in anyways.
Petra, 16 years old, had just gotten home from school. She had kicked off her shoes and sat down to wiggle her sore toes and rub her aching feet when the message arrived. She had suffered through several long boring classes and was really tired.
She was going to change out of her school uniform first but looked at the text message again and decided it was best to check up on the boys now and get it over with. Then she could slip into a hot tub and soak away the troubles of the day. She stood up, smoothed her white blouse, straightened her red and black plaid skirt and slipped her shoes back on.
At the house she knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by Bobby, the oldest. He politely asked her in. As she entered she was startled as the door slammed behind her. She was even more surprised as a pillow case was pulled over her head and shoulders. Hands grabbed her arms to hold them still; the two younger boys she supposed. Another hand felt her face through the pillow case and when it found her mouth it covered it tightly. She mmphed her disapproval to no avail.
When the hand was removed she attempted to scold them but was cut off short as something was tied around her head over her mouth. Her lips, which were parted in protest, remained that way as the thick gag forced its way into her mouth.
Billy and Jimmy crossed her wrists behind her back and Bobby quickly secured them with a few wraps of rope. He then bound her elbows pulling the rope until they almost touched. Petra, who is no stranger to being tied up, was surprised that the young lads were so proficient in technique and tightness.
Once she was captured they led her into the house and sat her down. Petra, sightless as she was, guessed that she was on the old beat up sofa in the living room. Small hands held her legs together as rope was applied to her ankles and below her knees.
Petra sat helpless thinking that under different circumstances this could be quite enjoyable but she was sore and tired and lads this age weren’t up to finishing the job in the manner to which she was accustomed. She was familiar with the concept of boys tying up the babysitter, and while it had never happened to her before, she considered that it’s never too late to start.
She waited for their demands. Kidnappings are usually settled with the payment of a ransom. Extra treats, staying up past bedtime or help with homework were normal possibilities but she was only checking in for a few minutes and had no control over any of that. She tried to imagine the motive for their actions but came up blank.
The boys whispered to each other in a frantic exchange. She couldn’t make out what was being said until Jimmy’s squeaky voice proclaimed ‘Just go ahead and do it, stick with the plan.’
There was a moment of silence and then her legs were grabbed. She was spun around and fell onto her back on the couch as her legs were put over the arm. Her calves rested on the arm and her feet dangled over the side as one end of another rope was tied around her ankles and the other end to the leg of the sofa. She kicked and twisted but her feet were held fixed in place.
Even without her eyesight she could tell the boys were getting more than they bargained for as her short plaid skirt was now up around her waist. The sight of her panties showing was probably a first for them. Held in this awkward position she tried to imagine what they had planned. She didn’t wonder for long. One of them, she wasn’t sure which, slipped off her shoes.
He began to tickle her stocking feet. His small soft fingertips gently stroked her arches. Petra was electrified. After a long hard day it felt so good she could not imagine anything better. Rather than laughing she clamped her teeth down on the gag as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. Each boy took turns and each had his own style, all of them felt great.
Then the pleasure was dampened by a distraction. One of the boys placed a hand on her knee. He held it there for a few seconds and then began to slowly slide it up her leg. He only went a few inches and then stopped. Petra hoped that he would not be bold enough to go any further.
Then another hand, a small one, probably Jimmy’s, touched her breast. He squeezed. It wasn’t a sensual squeeze, it was an adolescent exploratory squeeze. More like the way one grips a tomato to see if it is ripe.
This three way touching came to a sudden stop when Bobby, who was tickling her feet, noticed what the other two were doing. ‘Stop that’ he hissed at them ‘you’re going to get us into trouble!’
The trio retreated across the room for another discussion. This time it was a little louder and Petra could hear some of what was being said. The younger two were upset at being scolded and wanted their “payment”. Bobby told them they would get it when the “job” was done. Then he clearly said ‘Let’s get her to my bed room and then you can go play somewhere else.’
They untied the ropes that held her bound ankles to the couch and lifted her. As they toted their captive Petra was shocked. It appeared that Bobby had paid his brothers for exclusive rights to Petra in his bedroom. This was going too far. Petra twisted and turned and mmphed. Several times they almost dropped her.
Kicking like a trussed up mule they tossed her onto the bed. It took the full effort of all three to wrestle her into position. Once her legs were up on the bed they put her feet over the end of the bed and they tied her ankles to the foot board. Petra was furious and struggled with all she had but to no avail.
One sat on top of her to stop her thrashing while the other two finished their task. The gag was loosened and moving quickly the pillow case was pulled off, a wad of cloth shoved into her mouth and the gag reapplied. Then they blindfolded her.
She could hear the jangle of coins as the boys were paid. Then they departed. The squeak of the floor boards approached the bed. A pair of hands took hold of her feet. The palms stroked the top of her foot from the ankles to the toes. The touch was light and pleasant but Petra couldn’t enjoy it dreading the thought of what may come next.
Then the stroking stopped.
The creak of the floor boards walked around to the side of the bed. Then he stuck his fingers into the tops of her white knee socks and began to push them down. He seemed to be taking his time and enjoying it as they peeled off of her legs. When they reached her tied ankles he stopped.
He untied the rope around her right ankle and pulled the sock off. Then he re-tied it to the footboard. He repeated this with the left ankle.
This had been well planned and at no time was Petra given an opportunity to resist let alone escape. She was now tied with her bare feet at his mercy.
Then she was puzzled. The creaking floor indicated that he was walking away from the bed. He turned and came back accompanied by the scraping sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. The chair was positioned at the foot of the bed followed by the creak of someone sitting. There was a silent pause.
Petra could take it no longer. She vigorously rubbed her head against the bed until the blindfold came off. She looked up to confront her assailant. He took no notice of her, Bobby was completely focused on her feet.
In each hand he held a long fluffy feather. He simultaneously tickled each foot turning his head from one to the other and back again watching her reaction. She tried to stay angry and focused on how she was being violated but it didn’t work.
The feathers were thrilling and even though she was effectively gagged her muffled laughter filled the room. He was relentless as he targeted her toes with a few strokes and then her arches and then on to the heels. Petra twisted and turned as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her.
It went on for what seemed like forever until Petra was spent and went limp. He stopped tickling when her feet stopped dancing to his touch. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her.
‘I know that as soon as I untie you I’m probably going to get a punch in the mouth’ he said ‘but first let me apologize. I overheard the boys planning to kidnap you the next time that you came to check up on them. It gave me an idea.’
‘I have had a sort of crush on you ever since we met. Do you remember the first time you came to baby sit us? You wore a short skirt and I was fascinated by your legs. Before long you slipped off your shoes. You began to rub one foot with the other. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was. Ever since then I have wanted to play with your feet.’
‘It was my idea to secretly trade phones with mom so that the text would have her caller ID. It will look like a simple mix up when she discovers she has mine. I taught the boys how to tie you up properly, I didn’t want to take a chance on the possibility of you escaping. I had every detail planned except for the boys wanting to be paid, which was their idea.’
‘I acted on an irresistible urge and didn’t consider the consequences. Now that it’s done I realize that this is going get me into big trouble. Call my mom or call the police or do both, I’m prepared to take whatever punishment you feel is appropriate.’
Bobby untied her ankles first and then her arms. He saved the gag until last because he was afraid to face what she would have to say to him. To his surprise she was strangely silent as she sat on the bed staring at him. The anticipation of her wrath had him cringing.
With his head down in shame he said ‘I also apologize for my brother’s conduct. I had no idea that they would do that to you. I’ll make sure that they get punished too.’
Petra slipped off of the bed and went face to face with him, only inches away.
‘Don’t you dare say a word to those darling little boys; you put them into a situation that you should have known would arouse their curiosity! The blame for what happened is all on you. The only one getting punished for this abduction is you.’
‘Get those shoes and socks off and get on that bed!’ she demanded.
While he removed them Petra gathered up the ropes and the feathers.
Justice was going to be served.
THE END
This is my twelfth story for Petra and sadly it will be my last. In her own words her life has been “crazy” and she has “drifted away” from the site. It was an honor to know her and a pleasure to write for her and I wish her all the best in the future.