Asked for an received. Here is the full, one-thread text of my latest Dena and Marissa story. It's quite long, but I'm happy to accomodate.
I have another story about Dena, my longtime kidnapper and torturer from my teen years, and her accomplice and partner in torture Marissa.
The last story I told – about being kidnapped, tied up, gagged, tortured, and tickled on by Dena, Marissa, and Dena’s cousin Kerry – happened on a Columbus Day weekend of my freshman year of high school and Dena’s/Marissa’s senior year. The story I am about to tell took place about a month later on a rainy Friday afternoon at Dena’s house. My Mom and Dena’s Mom – they were best friends – were both working late and I was sleeping over, as I often did. Marissa was over too. Marissa was a close friend of Dena and she was gorgeous – a great body and long curly red-brownish hair. She was also ultra-cool to me.
To recap, Dena was and still is probably my best friend in the world. We grew up together because our Mom’s were best friends.. She was beautiful and blonde and just an awesome person, like a big sister who really, really loved me. She was also a highly skilled black belt in karate and could overpower me without really breaking a sweat.. Dena would often tie me up and torture me, her favorite tortures being tickling me without mercy, stuffing socks in my mouth, placing her socked foot over my mouth to gag me, or all of the above. She called me her “Kidnap Boy.” The games were fun and dreadful at the same time – I indeed got a thrill out of them, but the torture was often brutal and left me a hysterical mass of laughter and tears. Dena never, ever hurt me, nor would she. This was one of her ways of showing playful affection – when we were younger we would often playfight, and this was a natural extension of that. Sometimes Marissa would join her in the kidnapping and torture.And yes, a few times I even got to turn the tables on Dena. Never Marissa, though. Not yet.
As I said this was a rainy Friday afternoon, though the weather was still mild. We were all wearing what we wore to school that day. I was wearing a short-sleeved three button shirt, jeans, socks, and sneakers. Dena was wearing a short-sleeved white button-down blouse with ruffled sleeves, dark grey cargo pants, and grey and black argyle socks. Her shoes were off, as always, and a loose black necktie – the kind women wear loose with those kinds of blouses – hung untied around her neck. Marissa wore a similar short-sleeved blouse with short ruffled sleeves, only it was red and had no tie, and she wore black pants and black socks. Her shoes were off too. We were watching TV – Marissa and Dena were stretched out on the futon, I was sitting in a recliner.
The Knicks had played the night before and I knew I was going to miss it, so Dena had taped it for me to watch at her house that afternoon/evening. She was a 76ers fan and HATED the Knicks (to round things out, Marissa was a Celtics fan) but she was nice enough to tape the game for me. We were all basketball fans and enjoyed watching it. But early on, it became clear to me that the Knicks were getting killed and were probably going to GET killed for the game. I asked Dena if that was the case. She asked me if I really wanted to know and I said yes. She said, “Yes, they get their butts kicked tonight. THAT’s why I’m enjoying watching it!”
I said, “Well, we can stop now. No need to see it.”
Dena said, “No way, Mariss and I want to see it, don’t we?”
Marissa agreed. “I know the Celtics stink, but when I get a chance to watch the Knicks lose, I love it!”
So this was the setup to what would become my latest Kidnap Boy adventure.
Anyway, I began to ask them over and over to turn it off and watch something else. Dena kept saying no. And she held the remote.
After about 25 minutes I got up and said with a laugh, “Fine! I’ll just turn the TV off!”
Dena said, “You do, Jess,and you will be severely, severely punished!”
I sighed and went to sit back down, but on my way there I lunged at Dena to grab the remote.She held it away from me and giggled, “Do you really want to try and take this from me?” Taunting, definitely.
“PLEASE can we watch something else?!”
“Maybe later,” she laughed and Marissa did too. “Come on, Jess. Sit down and enjoy the game!”
I pestered them for the next 15 minutes or so until finally halftime came with the Knicks trailing by a whole bunch. Marissa got up to go use the bathroom and I walked over to Dena on the futon, where she was sitting Indian-style, and said,”OK. NOW let’s turn it off. C’mon, gimme the remote!”
“NO,” she giggled and suddenly held it behind her back with both her hands, grinning at me. God she was cute!
“You gonna sit there like that with your hands behind your back? What if I tickle you?” I asked, raising my hands up.
Dena smiled wider, “Then my feet will make you very sorry!” And she uncrossed her socked feet and raised them in front her as she sat, kind of dangling them in the air in front of me.
We both laughed and awaited the next move when Marissa came back and flopped back on the couch. “What are you two doing?” she asked with a smile. “Are you getting ready to beat him up, Dee?”
“I might be,” Dena said, now laughing and still with her hands behind her back protecting the remote, her feet held up in front of me while I still stood over her.”It’s your movie, sweetheart!”
I sighed again and flopped down on the couch between them, defeated and kind of “aw-shucks”ing it up.
Marissa giggled and placed her feet in my lap, and Dena did the same thing with her feet, finally taking her hands from behind her back and placing the remote on the endtable next to her.
“We’ve got him now, Dee!” Marissa laughed, poking me in the ribs with her toes. I yelped and Dena’s feet held me in place.
“We sure do!” Dena said, raising her foot up my chest and just under my chin. “You should know better than to threaten me, honey!”
I sat there laughing uncomfortably and then we were all laughing. I have to say I knew what was coming when Marissa suddenly crossed her feet under her and said:
“Maybe we should tie him up again!”
Dena sat up and put her arm around me, leaving her feet in my lap. “I was thinking the same thing!”
“I knew it! I can never trust you two!” I said, trying feebly to get up while Dena held me in place and Marissa hopped to her feet.
“Marissa darling,” Dena said, staring me in the face the whole time, “you know where I keep my kidnapping equipment don’t you?”
“Oh, I do,” Marissa said. “What should I get?”
Dena said, “Get a bunch of ropes is all. We’ll tie him up with ropes tonight – no handcuffs.”
Marissa ran upstairs while Dena looked at me and laughed. “Oh come on, Kidnap Boy! You knew this is where you were heading the minute you started whining about the game, right?”
“Right!” I said and flung Dena’s feet off of me, surprising her as I hopped up.I knew I wouldn’t “escape,” but I figured what the hell, I’d try.
Dena quickly reacted and came behind me and clamped her hand over my mouth, and grabbed my arm with her free hand. “Where do you think you’re going, Kidnap Boy,” Dena purred in my ear. “You are our hostage and we are not about to let you escape!”
I “mmphed” into her hand and she gently twisted my arm a little behind me, enough to not quite hurt yet but definitely enough to get my attention.
“On you knees!” Dena whispered in my ear as she continued to handgag me. “Do it now or I will introduce you to a new torture tonight! A new one – one I haven’t experimented on you yet!”
I complied as Dena giggled and dropped to my knees. She lowered herself to the ground with me and then whispered, “Good boy! Now lie on your stomach and I’ll take my hand off your mouth!”
I complied again and Dena quickly straddled me from behind and sat on my back.She grabbed both of my hands and held them behind me. She giggled some more.
“Oh my precious little Kidnap Boy! We’re going to have such fun tonight, the three of us!” Dena laughed.
Marissa came back down with the soft white ropes her hand and knelt alongside me. Dena said, “I’ll hold him – tie his hands behind his back. He’s not going anywhere!”
Marissa giggled – yeah, these two giggle A LOT – and began to tie my hands behind my back. “One thing I’ve learned, Jess, is how to tie someone up! I get all the practice I need tying you!”
Once Marissa and Dena had my hands tied firmly behind with the ropes, they both got up and stood over me, grinning. The other length of rope she brought was on the floor at my head.
“He I so cute when he’s tied up!” Marissa smiled, dangling her black socked foot under my nose for a minute while I winced. “Aw what’s the matter honey! If you don’t like it, why don’t you just escape!”
“Easy for you to say! You’ve never been tied up before!” I said. “If you ever were you’d see it’s not so easy!”
Marissa laughed and placed her foot on my chest, “Honey, this isn’t about me.”
“Sure it is. How easy do you think it is to escape with you and Dena tickling me, torturing me, making me smell your feet? Of course I can’t escape from that! But if you gave me time without touching me, I’m sure I couldn’t. And I bet YOU couldn’t!”
“WHOA!” Dena and Marissa both said with a laugh. “Sounds like a challenge,” Dena said.
Marissa just laughed.
“You know,” I said, sitting up with my hands still tied behind me, “Dena’s been tied up before. And so have I. But YOU never have been.”
And then, for the first time in all these kidnap games with Dena, my reasoning actually worked.
“That IS true, Mariss! Jeff and I have both been tied up, but you haven’t,” Dena said. “Maybe we can spare Kidnap Boy a night of torture and instead turn this into a little contest?”
“What do you mean,” Marissa said, still smiling with her arms folded in front of her.
“Well, Jess might have something. Maybe I’ll tie you up and we can see who escapes first? Maybe Jess is right and deserves a fighting chance to escape us torturing him?” Dena asked her. “What do you think?”
“Well…” Marissa said, hesitantly and still smiling.
“C’mon, Mariss. Be one of us! It’ll be cool to see if you can escape Dena!” I implored.
“What are the ground rules?” Marissa asked.
“I’ll tie you up just like I do Jess. Then I’ll give you both a half-hour to escape and get untied. If you get out first, then Jess turns into Kidnap Boy and we torture him to death tonight,” Dena said. “If Jeff gets out first, he’s spared from the torture chamber. And if you BOTH get out in, say, 20 minutes?”
“Yeah?” Marissa and I both said at the same time.
“Then you both get to tie ME up,” Dena said.
Marissa thought about it for a second and said, “OK! This’ll be fun!”
“Yes!” I said.”THANK you, Marissa!”
“Oh sweetie, you’re welcome,” Marissa said and knelt down over me and kissed me. “Dena I just love him to death!”
“OK, Marissa, on your stomach, hands behind your back, feet together,” Dena ordered, and Marissa complied. Dena took the remaining rope that Marissa brought down to tie me up and tied Marissa’s hands pretty intricately behind her back. I’d never been able to watch Dena tie anyone up before and it was impressive. Marissa would have a hard time getting out – her hands were tied behind her back with many bulky knots.
“Jess, lie down on your stomach like Marissa. I need to get more ropes and stuff. I’ll be right back,” Dena said and ran upstairs.
Marissa looked at me as she lay face down on the floor and said, “You have to admit you have fun with us, huh Jessie?”
We both laughed and I said, “What did Dena mean, ‘And Stuff?’”
“Yeah,” Marissa said and yelled upstairs, “Dena what did you mean, ‘ropes and stuff?’”
Dena yelled back down, “Well, I have to gag you both, don’t I?”
Marissa screamed and rolled over to sit up.”AAAAIIIEEE! Dena you are NOT going to gag me with your stinky socks! You are NOT GOING TO PUT YOUR STINKY SOCKS IN MY MOUTH! NOOOOO!!!!”
I laughed as Marissa yelled upstairs, now sitting up. Dena came bounding down the stairs laughing too. “No, I won’t gag you with my socks! And lie back down, no! This is contest, not torture! Stinky socks are only used for torturing people.”
Marissa obeyed and Dena had more lengths of white rope plus a couple of long scarves, probably 3-4 feet long at least.
“OK Jess, you first,” Dena said and crouched down at my feet. “Put your feet together.”
I did and Dena tied them tightly with the rope, using two different lengths of rope to tie them securely. She then pulled off my sneakers leaving me in just my socks. I protested naturally but to no avail.
“No one gets any advantages, and having shoes on gives you an advantage over Marissa. So your shoes come off. Now I have to gag you. Hold still,” Dena said. I did and she knotted a long black scarf in the middle and came behind me and gagged me with it, the knot right in my mouth. There was plenty of slack so she looped the gag around my head another time or two before tying it behind my head. “Try to talk, can you?”
I “MMMPHED” loudly – this was as effective a gag as tape or even her foot.
“Good,” Dena said. “One hostage bound and gagged. Time for a second,” turning to Marissa.
Marissa giggled loudly and nervously as Dena knelt at her feet and tied them tightly, the exact same way she tied mine. I don’t know how she knew as much as she did, but Dena was an expert in a lot of things – school, friends, karate, in addition to tying someone up and especially an expert at tickling. But I looked forward to a half-hour of trying to get free without Dena tickling me half to death.
Dena said, “OK, your feet are nicely tied, Mariss. Now the gag.”
Marissa said, “I didn’t think being gagged was part of the bargain! Do you have to gag me?”
Dena just chuckled and said slyly, “Like you have a choice!” And she knotted a white scarf the same way she knotted mine and gagged Marissa with it, the knot right in her mouth. Marissa “MMPHED” when the gag went in – she was still a little surprised and this was her first time being bound and gagged after all – and Dena crouched down and tied it around her mouth the same as me.
Marissa and I were now both bound and gagged.
“OK hostages!” Dena said, hopping to her feet. “You both have a half-hour. The VCR clock will be our guide. At 6:57 your time is up! Good luck!” And Dena bounded upstairs, leaving Marissa and me tied up and gagged on the floor.
I had to be honest with myself at this point – I knew I had no chance of escaping. Dena tied me up too well and I simply was tied up too tightly. I struggled against the ropes a little bit and watched Marissa. She was so hot, bound and gagged and struggling like that. Her puffy short sleeves bunched up as she pressed against the floor to get herself upright, and she “MMMPHED” and struggled like the ultimate damsel in distress. I’ll tell the truth, I was having a ball just watching her!
So I struggled in futility for several minutes and Marissa really went to town, MMPHing more and trying to reach her bound hands down to her socked feet to untie the ropes. She was trying to get her hands around her feet to bring them in front of her, and while she was coming close, it wasn’t happening yet. But Marissa continued to struggle with all her night, her gagged face turning all pink and such a look of determination on her face! I was loving this!
When the clock said 6:42, Dena soon reappeared and stood between us.
“15 minutes to go. How are my hostages doing?!” Dena asked, crouching down to check the ropes on Marissa’s and my feet. “Ooooh, not too good. Still tied up nice and tight, both of you!”
Marissa grunted and was now sitting up, struggling like mad.
“Well,” Dena said, getting to her feet and getting that grin that spelled just one thing – EVIL. “I think we’ll up the ante. The first person free gets to pick the movie we all watch tonight, no questions asked!”
Marissa grunted so more and I just lay there, knowing I would never get untied.
“And,” Dena added, the evil grin now full force, “If neither one of you escapes and unties yourself, I gonna tickle you both!”
Now I was wide awake and squealing, so was Marissa! Dena the kidnapper and torturer had us right where she wanted us!
“I’ll start with…” Dena said, waving her finger in the air like she was playing a sadistic “Eeeny Meeny” game “…YOU, Marissa! I’ll tickle you…right…here!” and Dena used her socked foot to nudge Marissa’s ribcage. “And then I’ll find out where else you’re ticklish! For 10 minutes!”
Marissa squealed more into her gag and was now struggling at a feverish pace!
“And then I’ll tickle my Kidnap Boy….EVERYWHERE! For 15 minutes!” Dena said, leaning down over me with that evil grin. “You will both be CRYING by the time I’m done tickling you!”
Now Marissa and I were both maniacally trying to get free, but to no avail. Dena grinned again and said, “11 more minutes, hostages!” and giggled as she slowly walked out of the room.
Marissa struggled with everything she had, trying to use her bound hands to untie her feet for several minutes, and eventually I just gave up and watched her. I could hear Marissa squealing under the gag and watched her now in an all-out panic, trying to get untied to avoid Dena’s tickle-torture.
That’s when Dena walked in and slowly said, “Time’s up, hostages!” And that crazy grin was back full force.
Marissa tried to scream “No!” into the gag and Dena quickly pounced on her and held her down. Marissa looked up at Dena behind her gag with crazy, pleading eyes, and Dena just smiled into Marissa’s beautiful gagged face.
“Sh sh sh,sweetie! There’s nothing you can do, so just save your strength,” Dena taunted her, crouching over her. The Dena turned to me, “Kidnap Boy, would you like to hear Marissa scream?”
I shook my head, figuring I’d try and show SOME solidarity with Marissa. But Dena said, “Too bad!” and rolled Marissa over and untied her gag.
‘NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME DEE!!!! PLEEEEEEAAASSSE!!!!!!!!!” Marissa screamed.
“Oooooh….don’t you love it when they beg, Kidnap Boy?” Dena asked, and then sat on top of Marissa’s bound body, telling her, “You agreed to this, babe! How could you not see this coming?!”
“NOOOOOOO!” Marissa yowled as Dena wiggled her fingers in the air over her.
“Here comes the Evil Tickler!” Dena taunted, wiggling her fingers at lightning speed in the air.
“DENA! DENA! NO! NO! PLEASE!”
“Please?! OK, I’ll tickle you!” And Dena began to tickle Marissa’s ribs and stomach while Marissa screamed and screamed for mercy. Man, she was CRAZY ticklish, maybe even more than me! She was laughing hysterically and screaming “NO! PLEASE STOP! DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE! AHHHHH!” and it all just came out like one huge laughing scream.
Dena then rolled her over while Marissa panted and tried like crazy to get her hands untied and said, “Are your feet ticklish, Mariss?”
Marissa pleaded! “Yes, they are. PLeasepleasepleaseplease DON’T!!!!!!”
Dena sat on the backs of Marissa’s legs while she was face down and took off Marissa’s black socks, leaving her bound feet bare. “Tickle tickle tickle”Dena cooed and ran her wiggling fingers up and down Marissa’s feet.
Marissa was almost out of control now, screaming “NO!” over and over with her eyes jammed tight and her face red and the biggest smile in the world across her face. “NO! NO! NO!”
“YES! YES! YES!” Dena shot back, tickling Marissa’s feet up and down and in between her toes more and more. “This is what it feels like to be tickle tortured!”
“EEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Marissa screamed.
“Kidnap Boy, I see you watching!” Dena shot to me, continuing her tickle assault on Marissa’s bare feet. “Marissa’s time is almost up, you know. YOU’RE NEXT!”
All the meanwhile I struggled with my ropes but just could NOT get untied.
Marissa’s screams continued as Dena kept tickling her feet. Finally Dena said, “OK, Ms. Ticklish! Count down slowly from 10 and I’ll stop when you hit zero! But do it SLOWLY! Or I’ll keep going!”
Marissa breathlessly obliged and Dena kept tickling her feet, the numbers being broken up by Marissa’s screams. When she got down to “Three! Two! One! Zero! STOP!!!!!!!!!”
Dena stopped tickling Marissa’s feet and got up, then sat Marissa up and gave her a huge hug. “Welcome to the club, honey! How does it feel to be tickled half to death?!”
Marissa just panted and laughed and was close to tears with her hands still bound behind her back and bare feet still tied as Dena hugged her. Her arms, exposed by the short sleeves and the ruffles that had bunched up, were bright red. “Please! Please! Untie me now!”
“I seriously never imagined you were so ticklish!” Dena said, straightening Marissa’s puffy sleeves out and then getting up.
“I am! I am!” Marissa panted on the floor, looking up at her torturer. “Oh my God, Dee. That was TORTURE!”
“Now you appreciate it more when you tie someone up and tickle them, huh?” Dena asked. “But I’m not untying you yet!”
“But you…” Marissa started to shout but Dena quickly handgagged her.
“If you scream again I’ll gag you again. And because this one IS punishment, I may just have to gag you with socks!”
Dena kept her hand on Marissa’s mouth and said, “First, you are going to do everything I say. Nod if you understand!”
Marissa nodded into Dena’s handgagged and Dena said, “Not a word until I tell you, OK?” And Dena took her hand off Marissa’s mouth.
Dena then got to her feet and came over to me, still bound and gagged hands and feet. “Helloooooo, Kidnap Boy! Have you missed me?”
I groaned and then Dena untied my gag and took it off.
“Ah, thank you! Dena, please, do you really have to tickle me?” I asked.
“Footgag, time!” Dena moved her smelly argyle-socked foot over my mouth and stood over me, “Oh, I do. I do, Kidnap Boy!”
“But,” she said, her foot still planted on my mouth, “I can’t torture you the same way I tortured Marissa! I have to be creative!”
With that Dena took her foot off my mouth and walked over to where she had discarded Marissa’s black knee socks. She picked them up and again gave me the evilest of grins.
“First I think I’ll gag you with Marissa’s socks! Maybe you’ll be lucky and they won’t be as smelly as mine!”
“Oh NOOOO!” I shouted and Dena quickly pounced again, sitting on top of me. She tried to stuff one of the socks in my mouth and I clamped my mouth shut. I glanced over at Marissa and she was sitting there smiling hugely and laughing, still tied up.
“Open you mouth!” Dena ordered.
“MM MMM!” I grunted through closed lips.
“Oh, really?”Dena said with a crazy grin.”Cootchie cootchie cooo!” And she tickled my neck quickly with her right hand, holding Marissa’s dirty socks in the other.
“AHHH….” I screamed, having no choice but to react to the tickling, and Dena stuffed one of Marissa’s black socks in my mouth. She then tied the other one around my head and knotted it in front. They did NOT taste good!
“How to Marissa’s socks taste? Better than mine?” Dena asked, sitting on me. “Ready to be tickled, Kidnap Boy? Huh? Huh? Huh?” With each “Huh?” she poked my ribs while sitting on me.
Oh no! Here we go!
“Well, you’re in luck! I’m tired from tickle torturing Marissa and need a break!” Dena said, getting up.
I MMPHED loudly. Thank God! Marissa’s mouth opened to say something but Dena put her finger to her lips, reminding Marissa of the “no talking” rule.
“I’m taking a short break from tickling,” Dena said, removing that necktie that still hung around her neck and coming behind me. She then tied my hands to my feet in a hogtie while I lay on my side on the floor.
“Marissa, you are going to tickle Kidnap Boy with your feet until I order you to stop. And he BETTER suffer, or YOU will suffer more torture!” Dena said. “I will check in on you over the next 20 minutes. Mariss, if I think our Kidnap Boy is suffering enough tickle torture, I’ll untie you. If I don’t, then I’ll be tickling you for the rest of the night!”
“Omigod, are you serious?! Can…can I talk now?” Marissa asked as Dena stood over us.
Dena laughed our loud.”Ha! I LOVE obedient hostages. Yes, you can talk now. Tickle him into hysterics with your feet and win a prize!”
I writhed around, now hogtied, as Dena walked out. I was trapped and this was going to be CRAZY. Dena and Marissa had both used their toes to tickle me before, and when done right, it’s worst than fingers!
“Well well well,” Marissa said, squirming over to me and placing her bare feet in me stomach. “You sure seemed to enjoy watching Dena tickle me, didn’t you?! Well now, you are going to pay! I can tickle you to death with my hands AND feet tied!”
And she was right. Marissa began to jab her toes into my stomach and rib cage, wiggling them and making me howl into the sockgag. It didn’t matter that her hands and feet were tied – she was tickling me ferociously!
“My feet are VERY talented, Kidnap Boy!” Marissa said. “My toes can reach EVERYWHERE!” And she moved her wiggling toes into my armpits.
Marissa sat there, her hands tied behind her back and her feet tied, and continuing to torture me with her relentless toes. She used her toes to tickle my neck and my defenseless stomach and I felt tears come to my eyes. Dena had done it again. THIS was brutal torture!
Marissa kept working me over with her feet, now digging her toes into my hips and thighs, when Dena came back down.
“How’m I doing, Dee?” Marissa asked, planting her toes right in the middle of my hips and tickling sadistically close to below the belt. “Tickle tickle tickle, Kidnap Boy! I will tickle you to death with my feet! Yes I will!” Marissa taunted.
“Mariss, I am SO proud of you,” Dena said. “YOU are officially a Grade A torturer! And for that, you have won your freedom!’
“Woo hoo!!!!” Marissa exclaimed and kicked her bound bare feet up in the air, landing them squarely on my face. “NOW you are soooooo dead, KIDNAP BOY!”
The tickling stopped and I panted and cried and laughed like a madman into Marissa’s socks. Dena and Marissa cackled like crazy as Dena crouched down and untie Marissa’s feet, then went behind her to untie her hands.
“Go run some cold water on your hands and c’mon back down,” Dena told Marissa. “Then I’ll tell you what I’ve got in store for Kidnap Boy tonight!”
Marissa yelped and hopped to her feet and ran upstairs. Dena stood over me, her hands on her hips, looking so hot in that short-ruffled-sleeved white blouse and planting one socked foot on my chest.
“Until she comes back….TICKLE TORTURE!!!” Dena shouted and pounced down on me, tickling her rapid-fire fingers all over my torso as I screamed and screamed into the gag. I couldn’t stop laughing and my sides were throbbing from the tickling and the laughter. “I looooove tickling my helpless little Kidnap Boy!!!! I could just keep you tied up and under my feet forever!!!!”
When Marissa bounced back into the room, Dena stopped tickling me. Marissa had a pair of Dena's red knee socks in her hands and she sat down on the floor and put them on her feet. Dena smoothed by now-sweaty hair from my face and slipped the sock-gag out of my mouth. Dena also undid my hogtie with the necktie. I was convulsing with laughter and tears were on my cheeks.
“Whew, I think our Kidnap Boy needs a break! We might literally tickle him to death,” Dena said, then kissing me on the cheek. “Are you OK, baby?” she asked gently.
I panted and gasped and was still laughing like crazy and said, “Y…yes. I am. What are you going to do to me?”
Dena giggled, "Torture you to death! But only after we give you a break. I've got some new tortures in mind, just for you! But don't worry, we'll still spend plenty of time tickling you!"
I moaned and Dena giggled more and wiggled her finger toward Marissa, beckoning down to my other side. Marissa crouched down on my right side, smiled, and she and Dena kissed me on each cheek. It felt GREAT!
“Let’s give him a break for a little while. I want to bring him upstairs and tie him down to my bed,” Dena said. “He’ll have to hop. Help me get him to his feet.”
Marissa did and said, “OK, Kidnap Boy. Hop like a bunny. Let’s get you upstairs! You’ll need this time to get your strength back!”
I said nothing and was still laughing and panting when Dena and Marissa each took me by an arm, my hands and feet tied, and hopped me upstairs to Dena’s room. Where I was going to face who knows what kind of torture.
PART II
So after Dena had tied Marissa and me up, gagged us, and challenged us to escape, we couldn’t. So she brutally tickle-tortured a tied up Marissa for the first time ever, and then ordered Marissa – while still bound hand and foot – 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 their’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 prisoner’s arm, and deposited me bound on the floor of Dena’s room. Dena gagged me with a piece of silver duct tape.
“My Mom’s room is better for what we have planned for you,” Dena said. “You just stay down there tied up and gagged and be a good boy – do not even THINK of escaping. We’ll be back for you in a little while.”
I could hear Dena and Marissa giggling in her Mom’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.
“I want you to change,” 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. “I’m going to untie your feet right now and I’ll leave you allow. Get your jeans off and your pants on. Do it now.” 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. “I need to untie your hands so you can change your shirt. But you’re still chained at the ankle and not going anywhere. I SUGGEST you don’t fight me. If you do, you’ll wind up hogtied again in a minute, and I’ll me forced to test out my stinkiest dirty socks in your mouth!”
Dena untied me and then held my feet so I couldn’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 – 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 Mom’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.
“Here’s our Kidnap Boy!” Dena announced, pushing me on the bed so I landed right in Marissa’s lap, while she turned the TV off. “Mariss, he was a VERY good boy! Such an obedient hostage!”
Marissa giggled and got me in a bearhug from behind, wrapping her feet around my middle and saying, “Kidnap Boy is the GREATEST! Oooohh, I could just hug him to death.’
Then Marissa started to tickle my ribs and say, “Or maybe I could tickle him to death. Maybe? Who knows?” And giggled and kept on lightly tickling me while Dene stood on and smiled.
“OK, let’s tie him down and get going,” Dena said, snapping to it. “Jess, I’m going to take your gag off, IF you swing your feet right up here on the footboard,” 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, “Cover his eyes – just use your hands. I don’t want him to see how I’m doing this.”
Marissa laughed and covered my eyes with her hands, saying, “Guess who???” in a joking way.
I said, “Please show me mercy! I’ve done everything you’ve told me to!”
“Maybe,” Dena said. I could feel her tying my already-bound ankles more – with either pantyhose or a scarf, and then I felt her tying them down to the footboard. “Maybe, Kidnap Boy, if you’re REALLY good, you won’t be taken too deeply into the Dena and Marissa torture chamber. Maybe! Now…silence!”
I obeyed and she and Marissa laughed. “There,” Dena said, “try and kick your feet.” I did, and couldn’t move. I was bound pretty tightly to the footboard.
“Good – our little Kidnap Boy isn’t going ANYWHERE!” Dena said with a demanding laugh. “Now raise your hands up over your head and lie all the way back.” Marissa uncovered my eyes and I did, so my hands were raised way over my head while I lay down on the bed. “OK, Mariss, let’s do this.”
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.
“Struggle. Try and get free,” 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. “Look at our little hostage,” Marissa said. “What are we gonna do to him now?” 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.
“Right now? We let him lie here and just…relax,” Dena said. “I’ve got a few…things…I need to take care of in the kitchen.”
And with that she and Marissa walked to the door, smiling evilly.
“Bye bye, Kidnap Boy. See you in a little while…when we’re ready to have some fun with you,” Dena said, wiggling her fingers at me once more and blowing me a kiss. “And. Don’t you dare let me here you scream or yell or anything. Because if you do, do you know what happens?”
“You gag me?” I asked.
“With what?” Marissa asked me.
“Socks,” I said.
“What kind of socks?” Dena asked.
“Dirty socks!” I answered.
“That’s right,” Dena laughed. “By, baby!” 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 didn’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.
“In case your wondering, no, you won’t be tied up this tight all night long,” Dena said. “We’ll loosen things up for you later, honey.”
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.
“We’re going to have a good time with you tonight, Kidnap Boy,” Dena said, winking.
“Oh, God…” I said.
Just then Marissa walked back in and stood at my feet, smiling.
“Are we ready to tell our Kidnap Boy the new game, Dee?” Marissa asked.
“We sure our,” Dena said. “It’s a trivia question, really. Something I learned.”
Dena sat up and shifted into a Lotus-style position, her feet in front of her, and grinned.
“Where do you guys think the softest skin on the human body is located?” Dena asked. “And keep it clean. The answer is a clean one.”
Marissaa giggled and I said, “Oh God…why are you asking that?”
“Just listen,” Dena said, patting my leg.
“Is it…the soles of the feet?” she asked, pointing to the bottoms of her feet.
“Is it…the back of the knee?” she asked, pointed to her knees.
“Is it…the underside of the arms, up here?” she asked, pointing to between her biceps and triceps.
“Or is it…the neck?” she asked, pointing to her neck.
“Now, Marissa knew I’d be asking this question, but doesn’t know the answer. So let’s have you two guess.”
“Dena,” I said nervously, “why are you asking…”
“My guess is…the bottoms of the feet!” Marissa chimed in, sitting down on the other side of me on the bed. I don’t think I need to explain that having two really hot girls tying you down and sitting on either side of your bound body….well, it’s a great and terrible feeling all at once!
“OK. Mariss guesses the feet. Kidnap Boy?” Dena asked. Now they were both looking down at me and smiling. So sinister!
“Um…just tell me why…why you’re asking,” I stammered, but Dena cut me off.
“Ah ah ah…you are our hostage – you play by OUR rules,” Dena said, moving closer to me and giving me just a killer evil grin. “And if you don’t guess the answer…and I mean right now…we’ll play a different game.”
I gulped.
“Know what that game is, Marissa?” Dena asked, now looking straight into my eyes from about 2 feet away.
“No, what is it, Dee?” Marissa asked, staring at me with an equally evil smile and also hovering over me from the other side. I felt SO trapped!
“It’s called ‘Count My Toes,’” Dena said with a laugh, still staring at me. “That’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! Oh…and that game? It goes on for awhile!”
Dena giggled and moved her face 6 inches from mine while I smiled in a terrified way. “So guess the answer to my question, or Marissa goes to get a blindfold!”
“OK…what do I win…” I began to ask, but Dena cut me off.
“Mariss, go get a sock to blindfold him with!” Dena demanded.
Marissa got to her feet and began to leave the room when I shouted, “NO NO NO! I’ll guess! I’ll guess. I guess the neck. OK? The neck!”
“Great answers,” Dena said, getting up and joining Marissa at the foot of the bed. “But you’re both wrong! The real answer is, the underside of the upper arms!”
“Ohhhh” Marissa said, “I would’ve thought it was the feet! You sure?”
“Sure,” Dena said, pulling over the chair from the desk in her Mom’s room. “Here, I’ll show you. Sit down.”
Marissa did, facing me. Dena stood behind her.
“Raise your hands over your head,” Dena told her.
“Why?! What are you gonna do?!” Marissa said, looking up at her with a big smile.
“Just do it! It won’t take 5 seconds!” 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, “Now what are you gonna do?”
Dena said, “Watch, Jess. Let’s see how long Marissa can keep her arms raised over her head. You count!”
Then Dena, standing behind Marissa, reached down and slowly, lightly tickled the underside of Marissa’s arms from her elbows to her sleeves. It was all done with her fingertips, barely touching Marissa’s arms.
“AAAIIEEEEEE!!!!” Marissa screamed, laughing and quickly putting her hands down. “Omigod,, that tickles SO MUCH!”
Dena giggled, “Jess, how long did she last?”
“Three seconds,” I said.
Dena said, “OK, fair is fair. Marissa, let’s see if I can beat that!”
“OH GOODY!” Marissa clapped, looking at me. “I finally get to tickle YOU!”
“ONLY like I just did you,” Dena sharply replied, sitting down in the chair.
”And ONLY until my hands drop. Tickle me anymore than that and I’ll tie you up with our Kidnap Boy here!”
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, “Kidnap Boy, you count. Starting…NOW!”
And Marissa begin to very quickly and lightly run her fingers up Dena’s bare arms, while I counted. Dena squealed like “Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!” and when I got to 5, she screamed “STOP! STOP! Omigod! That is TORTURE!!!!!!”
“You won, Dee!” Marissa said, high-fiving her as Dena got up and straightened her short ruffled sleeves.
“I’ll tell you, of all the times I’ve been tickled, there is NOTHING worse than the light-soft tickles. It’s just so agonizing!” Dena said. “Oh well, I won!”
“Although,” Marissa said, turning her attention to me, the bound hostage on the bed, “We haven’t given our Kidnap Boy a chance to compete yet!”
“Oooooh – Mmmmmmm!” Dena purred, getting up and sitting at my left side on the bed. “You are SO right, Marissa!”
I knew it!
“Let’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,” Dena said to Marissa. And then, anticipating my scream of “No!” she clamped her hand on my mouth.
“Ah ah ah…does someone want a sock in his mouth? A nice dirty sock?” 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, “Maybe he does, Dee. Maybe he wants us to gag him with our socks!”
“NO! Please don’t! I’ll be good!” I said.
“Yes, Kidnap Boy, I know you will,” Dena said, wiggling her slender fingers very lightly over my arms. “OK,Marissa. It’s time to see how Kidnap Boy holds up to our dreaded Soft Torture.”
“Here we go!” 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. “Cootchie cootchie coo – tickle tickle tickle!”
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.
“Mmmm…mmm…ugh…ugh…” I squirmed and groaned, not crying out for a few seconds.
“Three…four…five…” Dena giggled as she kept tickling me in that maddeningly soft way. “He won!!!! He did it, Marissa. He beat us!”
Dena and Marissa stopped after about 8 seconds and patted my belly. I sighed and exhaled in relief. “Ahhhhh. Omigod, that was the WORST!!!!”
“I know. It is SUCH awful torture, right?” Dena said.
“If I was being tortured for information, I’d talk in a SECOND!” Marissa said.
We all laughed and I relaxed, even though I should’ve known what was coming.
“You know,” Dena said. “We could only take 5 seconds of it – it was absolute agony for us, and WE’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?”
“Hmmmmm,” Marissa said, grinning down at me, “I wonder how much more agony it would be to some tied up victim if he were tickled like that for, say, 10 minutes?”
“Oh NOOOOOOO!!!!!” I screamed, but they just giggled some more.
“Care to find out?” Dena asked Marissa. “Want to tickle torture Jessie like that for 10 whole minutes, nonstop? Just to see what happens?”
“PLEASE!!!!!!” I pleaded but Marissa gently laid her hand across my mouth.
“Should we gag him? Stick a sock in his mouth for this round of torture?” Marissa asked.
“Noooooo,” Dena said slowly, again putting her face an inch from mine so her hair fell in my face. “I want to hear every scream, every whimper, EVERY bit of begging from our Kidnap Boy!”
Marissa took her hand off my mouth and said, “OK. Time to tickle-torture you, Kidnap Boy, in a way you have NEVER been tickle-tortured!”
They giggled and began the agonizing torture, running their fingers in perfect motion over my soft, bare arms. I couldn’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:
“Gah…ahhh…ahhhh….nnnnah….pl……pl….AH….AH…AH….AH…!!!!!!!” 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!
“Oh whassa matter baby….Are we ticking you to death? You don’t like when your evil kidnappers tickle you to death?” Dena asked in a near-baby voice, over and over.
“Want me to stop? Want me to stop, Kidnap Boy? But you’re all tied up, honey? Dena and I have you all tied up and we just can’t resist tickling you to death!” 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.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….” I let out in a half-scream over and over. “PLEASE….please please please pleasepleasepleaseplease….”
“You’re so helpless, Kidnap Boy! We tied you up and you’re sooooo helpless!” Dena taunted more in that purring voice of hers. “What if we never stop? What if tickle you forever and ever. What are you gonna do about it? You’re ALL TIED UP!!!!!”
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, “OK. Calm down. We won’t tickle you like that anymore, OK. I’ve got just the thing for you. Wait here!” 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. “I just LOOOOVE to torture you with my feet, too, Kidnap Boy. Although I’M thinking of calling you my Tickle Boy instead!”
Marissa kept on taunting me with her feet on my face, which smelled not great but not as bad as Dena’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.
“I think THIS will make you feel better!” And Dena pulled out one of those frozen blue icepacks, the solid kind you put in coolers to keep things cold. “Marissa, pull up his shirt and let’s see that cute little tummy!”
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.
“Oh NOOO!!!! PLEASE NOT THAT!!!!!!” I screamed.
“Gag him, Marissa,” Dena ordered. “Might as well use your feet!”
Marissa laughed and sat up by the headboard, raised her red-socked foot over my face, and planted it over my mouth. “MMMMMPPPPHHHH!” I screamed, begging Dena not to torture me with the icepack.
“Too late for begging, Kidnap Boy. You were a very naughty boy earlier and now you will be punished!” Dena said, sitting on the bed and holding the icepack over me. It was frozen SOLID and looked SOOOOO cold!
“THIS…is the second new torture I have for you tonight! Hee hee hee hee!!!!” Dena taunted in a very sinister voice and placed the freezing ice on my bare stomach.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!”
Dena laughed evilly and Marissa said, “Do it again! He hasn’t learned his lesson yet!”
“Very well,” Dena said, like a professional torture villain or something. “I shall apply the torture device again!” And she placed the ice on a different part of my torso while my screams were muffled by Marissa’s socked foot.
“NNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“More? Yes, I shall torture you MORE, Kidnap Boy!” And Dena kept on placing the ice on my bare stomach and chest, 8 or 9 more times, while I screamed myself hoarse into Marissa’s footgag.
“Such a comfy place for my feet,” 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, “I think Kidnap Boy has had enough of the ice torture, don’t you Marissa?”
“I do, Dena, but I don’t want to stop torturing him yet.” Marissa kept her feet firmly planted on my mouth and face.
“Well, you know,” Dena said, looking at my bound socked feet. “I haven’t tickled his feet yet!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!!!” I screamed again, all laughed and cried out.
“You hush up now and stay under my feet!” Marissa said, planting her foot over my mouth for emphasis. “Dena, I think tickling Jessie’s feet is just a GRAND idea,” 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. “We’re not even close to being through with you yet, Tickle Boy!”
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.
“Let’s take off these socks, Kidnap Boy. All the better to tickle you with!!!!!” 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!
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPH” I pleaded into Marissa’s feet.
“Oh, you remember this torture device, do you?” 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.
“My partner and I have tried to make you talk through various tortures, dahling, but you vill not cooperate,” Dena said, as the toothbrush spindle whirred at high speed and my eyes grew huge. “Vell, I vill place this tickle-torture device in your feet until you tell me vhat I vant to know!”
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 Marissa’s footgag. This was sadistic torture and my laughter and tears made me feel I would pass out.
“You 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!” Dena kept taunting while she tickle tortured me with the toothbrush in character, before finally giggling like a madwoman.
“MMMMMMMMMPPPHHHH! PLMMMMMMMPH!” I tried to scream but Marissa’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.
“Such 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?” 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. “My tootsies will tickle you worst than even my fingers will!”
Dena’s feet kept it up while my screams continued to die under Marissa’s socked feet and tickled my hips with her fingers, and soon Marissa was tickling my poor neck in a sadistic, nonstop way.
“Poor Kidnap Boy! He’s so tied up and helpless! I don’t think he can take anymore!” 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 Marissa’s feet.
“OK, Kidnap Boy, it’s over. Settle down,” Dena laughed, getting off me and kneeling at my side. “Marissa, remove you feet from his mouth. He’s had enough!”
Marissa took her feet off my mouth and I spent the next few minutes laughing hoarsely and going “Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!! No more no more!!!!” Marissa and Dena just laughed and patted my stomach and smoothed my hair.
“Well I have to admit, Kidnap Boy,I think that might be the worst we’ve ever tortured you!” 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.
“Omigod,” I finally said. “You guys are the greatest torturers ever! I didn’t think I’d make it!” And I meant it. As agonizing and sadistic as it was…it was amazing!”
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. “No Kidnap Boy – YOU are the greatest!” Dena said. “We’ll leave your hands and feet tied for awhile, but most of the torture is over.”
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, “Gee, are you tichlish, Jessie?” 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, “Yeah! Why not!” 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.
“I just wanted to give you one last chance to enjoy my dirty argyle socks!” Dena said with a laugh. And that’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 torturer’s and kidnappers. Dena and Marissa NEVER disappointed.
KB