## Tickling M/f

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Nov 16, 2010 6:41 am

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

### Re: Tickling M/f

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:01 pm

Good story. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Tickling M/f

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:09 pm

Whazzzz up!.

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Post by boundboy » Tue Nov 16, 2010 3:48 pm

very nice!! maybe you should continue
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags
-boundboy

### Re: Tickling M/f

Post by IngloriousBondager » Tue Nov 16, 2010 3:49 pm

Picking up the story, as per request...
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"Okay," the boy said, "that's enough of a break. Time to get back to it. C'mon." He pulled his sister out of her chair, and dragged her to her room.
"Hey!" she protested. "I'm done with this! You had your fun!" He pulled her in her room, and shut the door behind them. He turned and faced his sister. "You're not getting it, are you?" he said. "This is for your own good...now lie down, face down. " She knew she wasn't going to get away, so she obeyed. "Look, I don't want these clothes to be cut up, ok? the last outfit was trash, but I like this shirt. And how is this for my benefit anyway?" Her brother pulled her hands behind her back, crossed her wrists, and tied them together. He was glad she chose to wear a t-shirt and shorts, with no shoes or socks, but he was going to keep that to himself. "You made it clear you want the idiot on the football team to ask you out, so I'm just helping you get ready." He then moved to her feet and tied her ankles together. "You know from your idiot friends on the cheerleading squad he has a thing for tying girls, so I'm helping you get used to this."
The sister scoffed. "I need to get used to being tied up? You had me in chains, genius. He's not taking me to a dungeon." Her brother laughed. "What do you think happens after he ties you? Do you ever think?" He pulled her over and up, so she was sitting on hr butt. He started tying her arms together. "Oh sis, what would you do without me...he's gonna tickle ya. He'll want to see you struggle, and know he's making you struggle. Not because you're tied up, but because he's touching you in places that force you to get away, but you can't get away. You don't tie up a girl without tickling her. We have the tickling gene, and if you're going to let him tie you, you jut have to accept that." He pushed her down, and pulled her back on her stomach. "Thank God I'm here to help you" he said, as he tied another piece of rope to the ropes binding her ankles, an then pulling her legs up, bending her knees so her feet were just inches from her butt. "You couldn't keep a boyfriend more than a week if I weren't here." He threaded the end of the rope attached to her ankles through the ropes tying her arms. "Oh, I have something for you". He left the room, and returned quickly. Hogtied as she was, his sister could barely struggle. When he came back a few minutes later, he stood in front of her. He proudly displayed a white ballgag. "Open wide" he said happily.
His sister was mortified, but she knew he had a point. The football star--who was most certainly NOT an idiot--did have a reputation for an interest in bondage. One of her friends did say he was a tickler. Maybe her crumb of a brother was doing a favor for her after all...though it was certainly not without benefit for him.
She didn't argue. She simply opened her mouth and let him put the gag in, and fasten it. Ugh! Horrid taste! But she would endure it.
Her brother admired his handiwork for a moment. She had to admit, thinking to herself, that okay, yes, he was getting a cheap, inappropriate thrill out of this, but it was really more for her benefit. In his own twisted way, he was really thinking of her, not himself.
Her heart lost a beat when she heard knocking at the door. He said "Be right back, I have another surprise. NO! He COULDN'T have asked HIM over?!!?? Her smiling brother quickly returned...with two of her friends, Diane and Terri! She couldn't help but blush. She knew she was blushing, and she knew what was to come. "Ladies," he said, "let's help my sister." He began tickling her left side, Diane tickled her right side, and Terri tickled her feet. Hogtied, the bound sister couldn't move at all. This is for the best, this will help m-- her mind lost all reason as the intensity of being tickled while completely restrained took over.
Suddenly she was gasping for air. The gag was out, and her arms were free! So were her feet. She felt her brother and one of the girls--Diane?--help her sit on the bed. "Are you ok?" asked her brother. She nodded, and put her head on his shoulder. "Thanks" she said. "You were right, that's going to help a lot." Diane sat next to her. "We were just having some fun...do you think that's really going to help you get through tickling with Football Dan?" The sister nodded again. "Yeah. It's still going to be intense, but my body's ready for it now." She looked at her brother and her friends. "But I still need more practice. If I can have some time to catch my breath...." Her brother stood up and began separating ropes. "Sure, we can do that. This time you'll be stretched out on the bed, ok?" The sister nodded. "That's a good idea."
Diane cleared her throat. "Um, guys, listen....you know by boyfriend is into bondage and everything, and well...I have a problem being tickled...so..."
The sister looked at her brother. "It helped me, we should help Diane." She looked at Terri. "How about you?" Terri sighed. "You can see I have jeans and a sweater. Your brother isn't my boyfriend, I can't do nude bondage with him. At least Diane's in a blouse and skirt, I'm a little screwed here." The brother's face lit up. We have leotards and tights for you, if you want..." The sister opened one of her drawers and pulled out a red pair of each, which Terri quickly grabbed and made a hasty exit with.
Diane sat down on the bed and took off her shoes. Terri returned wearing the leotards/tights outfit. "How do I look?" she asked. "You look really hot" said the brother, who then looked at Diane, "and so do you. But..." he looked at his watch. "The football game on TV starts in five minutes, so..." All three girls looked at him in horror. He smiled, and said "their loss...ok, Diane and Terri, on the bed, face up, wrists crossed over your heads." He turned to his sister and said "You tie their hands, I have their feet." As the brother tied Diane's ankles together, he watched his sister tie Diane's wrists. Not bad, the thought. He looked at Terri, who was getting impatient. Double tickling for you he thought.
Yes, he thought, football starts in five minutes...but the real game was about to go in the third quarter.

### Re: Tickling M/f

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:21 am

Great continuation. Thanks!