## Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by kidnap boy » Tue Oct 14, 2008 6:32 pm

Kidnap Boy here again.
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 â€“ about being kidnapped, tied up, gagged, tortured, and tickled on by Dena, Marissa, and Denaâ€™s cousin Kerry â€“ happened on a Columbus Day weekend of my freshman year of high school and Denaâ€™s/Marissaâ€™s senior year. The story I am about to tell took place about a month later on a rainy Friday afternoon at Denaâ€™s house. My Mom and Denaâ€™s Mom â€“ they were best friends â€“ 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 â€“ 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 Momâ€™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 â€œKidnap Boy.â€ The games were fun and dreadful at the same time â€“ 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 â€“ 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 â€“ the kind women wear loose with those kinds of blouses â€“ 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 â€“ 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, â€œYes, they get their butts kicked tonight. THATâ€™s why Iâ€™m enjoying watching it!â€
I said, â€œWell, we can stop now. No need to see it.â€
Dena said, â€œNo way, Mariss and I want to see it, donâ€™t we?â€
Marissa agreed. â€œI know the Celtics stink, but when I get a chance to watch the Knicks lose, I love it!â€
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, â€œFine! Iâ€™ll just turn the TV off!â€
Dena said, â€œYou do, Jess,and you will be severely, severely punished!â€
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, â€œDo you really want to try and take this from me?â€ Taunting, definitely.
â€œPLEASE can we watch something else?!â€
â€œMaybe later,â€ she laughed and Marissa did too. â€œCome on, Jess. Sit down and enjoy the game!â€
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,â€OK. NOW letâ€™s turn it off. Câ€™mon, gimme the remote!â€
â€œNO,â€ she giggled and suddenly held it behind her back with both her hands, grinning at me. God she was cute!
â€œYou gonna sit there like that with your hands behind your back? What if I tickle you?â€ I asked, raising my hands up.
Dena smiled wider, â€œTickle me and my feet will make you very sorry!â€ 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 in self-defense.
We both laughed and awaited the next move when Marissa came back and flopped back on the couch. â€œWhat are you two doing?â€ she asked with a smile. â€œAre you getting ready to beat him up, Dee?â€
â€œI might be,â€ 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.â€Itâ€™s your movie, sweetheart!â€
I sighed again and flopped down on the couch between them, defeated and kind of â€œaw-shucksâ€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.
â€œWeâ€™ve got him now, Dee!â€ Marissa laughed, poking me in the ribs with her toes. I yelped and Denaâ€™s feet held me in place.
â€œWe sure do!â€ Dena said, raising her foot up my chest and just under my chin. â€œYou should know better than to threaten me, honey!â€
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:
â€œMaybe we should tie him up again!â€
Dena sat up and put her arm around me, leaving her feet in my lap. â€œI was thinking the same thing!â€
â€œI knew it! I can never trust you two!â€ I said, trying feebly to get up while Dena held me in place and Marissa hopped to her feet.
â€œMarissa darling,â€ Dena said, staring me in the face the whole time, â€œyou know where I keep my kidnapping equipment donâ€™t you?â€
â€œOh, I do,â€ Marissa said. â€œWhat should I get?â€
Dena said, â€œGet a bunch of ropes is all. Weâ€™ll tie him up with ropes tonight â€“ no handcuffs.â€
Marissa ran upstairs while Dena looked at me and laughed. â€œOh come on, Kidnap Boy! You knew this is where you were heading the minute you started whining about the game, right?â€
â€œRight!â€ I said and flung Denaâ€™s feet off of me, surprising her as I hopped up.I knew I wouldnâ€™t â€œescape,â€ but I figured what the hell, Iâ€™d try.
Dena quickly reacted and came behind me and clamped her hand over my mouth, and grabbed my arm with her free hand. â€œWhere do you think youâ€™re going, Kidnap Boy,â€ Dena purred in my ear. â€œYou are our hostage and we are not about to let you escape!â€
I â€œmmphedâ€ 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.
â€œOn you knees!â€ Dena whispered in my ear as she continued to handgag me. â€œDo it now or I will introduce you to a new torture tonight! A new one â€“ one I havenâ€™t experimented on you yet!â€
I complied as Dena giggled and dropped to my knees. She lowered herself to the ground with me and then whispered, â€œGood boy! Now lie on your stomach and Iâ€™ll take my hand off your mouth!â€
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.
â€œOh my precious little Kidnap Boy! Weâ€™re going to have such fun tonight, the three of us!â€ Dena laughed.
Marissa came back down with the soft white ropes her hand and knelt alongside me. Dena said, â€œIâ€™ll hold him â€“ tie his hands behind his back. Heâ€™s not going anywhere!â€
Marissa giggled â€“ yeah, these two giggle A LOT â€“ and began to tie my hands behind my back. â€œOne thing Iâ€™ve learned, Jess, is how to tie someone up! I get all the practice I need tying you!â€
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.
â€œHe I so cute when heâ€™s tied up!â€ Marissa smiled, dangling her black socked foot under my nose for a minute while I winced. â€œAw whatâ€™s the matter honey! If you donâ€™t like it, why donâ€™t you just escape!â€
â€œEasy for you to say! Youâ€™ve never been tied up before!â€ I said. â€œIf you ever were youâ€™d see itâ€™s not so easy!â€
Marissa laughed and placed her foot on my chest, â€œHoney, this isnâ€™t about me.â€
â€œSure 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 canâ€™t escape from that! But if you gave me time without touching me, Iâ€™m sure I couldnâ€™t. And I bet YOU couldnâ€™t!â€
â€œWHOA!â€ Dena and Marissa both said with a laugh. â€œSounds like a challenge,â€ Dena said.
Marissa just laughed.
â€œYou know,â€ I said, sitting up with my hands still tied behind me, â€œDenaâ€™s been tied up before. And so have I. But YOU never have been.â€
And then, for the first time in all these kidnap games with Dena, my reasoning actually worked.
â€œThat IS true, Mariss! Jeff and I have both been tied up, but you havenâ€™t,â€ Dena said. â€œMaybe we can spare Kidnap Boy a night of torture and instead turn this into a little contest?â€
â€œWhat do you mean,â€ Marissa said, still smiling with her arms folded in front of her.
â€œWell, Jess might have something. Maybe Iâ€™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?â€ Dena asked her. â€œWhat do you think?â€
â€œWellâ€¦â€ Marissa said, hesitantly and still smiling.
â€œCâ€™mon, Mariss. Be one of us! Itâ€™ll be cool to see if you can escape Dena!â€ I implored.
â€œWhat are the ground rules?â€ Marissa asked.
â€œIâ€™ll tie you up just like I do Jess. Then Iâ€™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,â€ Dena said. â€œIf Jeff gets out first, heâ€™s spared from the torture chamber. And if you BOTH get out in, say, 20 minutes?â€
â€œYeah?â€ Marissa and I both said at the same time.
â€œThen you both get to tie ME up,â€ Dena said.
Marissa thought about it for a second and said, â€œOK! Thisâ€™ll be fun!â€
â€œYes!â€ I said.â€THANK you, Marissa!â€
â€œOh sweetie, youâ€™re welcome,â€ Marissa said and knelt down over me and kissed me. â€œDena I just love him to death!â€
â€œOK, Marissa, on your stomach, hands behind your back, feet together,â€ Dena ordered, and Marissa complied. Dena took the remaining rope that Marissa brought down to tie me up and tied Marissaâ€™s hands pretty intricately behind her back. Iâ€™d never been able to watch Dena tie anyone up before and it was impressive. Marissa would have a hard time getting out â€“ her hands were tied behind her back with many bulky knots.
â€œJess, lie down on your stomach like Marissa. I need to get more ropes and stuff. Iâ€™ll be right back,â€ Dena said and ran upstairs.
Marissa looked at me as she lay face down on the floor and said, â€œYou have to admit you have fun with us, huh Jessie?â€
We both laughed and I said, â€œWhat did Dena mean, â€˜And Stuff?â€™â€
â€œYeah,â€ Marissa said and yelled upstairs, â€œDena what did you mean, â€˜ropes and stuff?â€™â€
Dena yelled back down, â€œWell, I have to gag you both, donâ€™t I?â€
Marissa screamed and rolled over to sit up.â€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!!!!â€
I laughed as Marissa yelled upstairs, now sitting up. Dena came bounding down the stairs laughing too. â€œNo, I wonâ€™t gag you with my socks! And lie back down, no! This is contest, not torture! Stinky socks are only used for torturing people.â€
Marissa obeyed and Dena had more lengths of white rope plus a couple of long scarves, probably 3-4 feet long at least.
â€œOK Jess, you first,â€ Dena said and crouched down at my feet. â€œPut your feet together.â€
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.
â€œNo 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,â€ 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. â€œTry to talk, can you?â€
I â€œMMMPHEDâ€ loudly â€“ this was as effective a gag as tape or even her foot.
â€œGood,â€ Dena said. â€œOne hostage bound and gagged. Time for a second,â€ 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 donâ€™t know how she knew as much as she did, but Dena was an expert in a lot of things â€“ 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, â€œOK, your feet are nicely tied, Mariss. Now the gag.â€
Marissa said, â€œI didnâ€™t think being gagged was part of the bargain! Do you have to gag me?â€
Dena just chuckled and said slyly, â€œLike you have a choice!â€ And she knotted a white scarf the same way she knotted mine and gagged Marissa with it, the knot right in her mouth. Marissa â€œMMPHEDâ€ when the gag went in â€“ she was still a little surprised and this was her first time being bound and gagged after all â€“ and Dena crouched down and tied it around her mouth the same as me.
Marissa and I were now both bound and gagged.
â€œOK hostages!â€ Dena said, hopping to her feet. â€œYou both have a half-hour. The VCR clock will be our guide. At 6:57 your time is up! Good luck!â€ 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 â€“ 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 â€œMMMPHEDâ€ and struggled like the ultimate damsel in distress. Iâ€™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 wasnâ€™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.
â€œ15 minutes to go. How are my hostages doing?!â€ Dena asked, crouching down to check the ropes on Marissaâ€™s and my feet. â€œOoooh, not too good. Still tied up nice and tight, both of you!â€
Marissa grunted and was now sitting up, struggling like mad.
â€œWell,â€ Dena said, getting to her feet and getting that grin that spelled just one thing â€“ EVIL. â€œI think weâ€™ll up the ante. The first person free gets to pick the movie we all watch tonight, no questions asked!â€
Marissa grunted so more and I just lay there, knowing I would never get untied.
â€œAnd,â€ Dena added, the evil grin now full force, â€œIf neither one of you escapes and unties yourself, I gonna tickle you both!â€
Now I was wide awake and squealing, so was Marissa! Dena the kidnapper and torturer had us right where she wanted us!
â€œIâ€™ll start withâ€¦â€ Dena said, waving her finger in the air like she was playing a sadistic â€œEeeny Meenyâ€ game â€œâ€¦YOU, Marissa! Iâ€™ll tickle youâ€¦rightâ€¦here!â€ and Dena used her socked foot to nudge Marissaâ€™s ribcage. â€œAnd then Iâ€™ll find out where else youâ€™re ticklish! For 10 minutes!â€
Marissa squealed more into her gag and was now struggling at a feverish pace!
â€œAnd then Iâ€™ll tickle my Kidnap Boyâ€¦.EVERYWHERE! For 15 minutes!â€ Dena said, leaning down over me with that evil grin. â€œYou will both be CRYING by the time Iâ€™m done tickling you!â€
Now Marissa and I were both maniacally trying to get free, but to no avail. Dena grinned again and said, â€œ11 more minutes, hostages!â€ 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 Denaâ€™s tickle-torture.
Thatâ€™s when Dena walked in and slowly said, â€œTimeâ€™s up, hostages!â€ And that crazy grin was back full force.
Marissa tried to scream â€œNo!â€ 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 Marissaâ€™s beautiful gagged face.
â€œSh sh sh,sweetie! Thereâ€™s nothing you can do, so just save your strength,â€ Dena taunted her, crouching over her. The Dena turned to me, â€œKidnap Boy, would you like to hear Marissa scream?â€
I shook my head, figuring Iâ€™d try and show SOME solidarity with Marissa. But Dena said, â€œToo bad!â€ and rolled Marissa over and untied her gag.
â€˜NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! PLEASE DONâ€™T TICKLE ME DEE!!!! PLEEEEEEAAASSSE!!!!!!!!!â€ Marissa screamed.
â€œOoooohâ€¦.donâ€™t you love it when they beg, Kidnap Boy?â€ Dena asked, and then sat on top of Marissaâ€™s bound body, telling her, â€œYou agreed to this, babe! How could you not see this coming?!â€
â€œNOOOOOOO!â€ Marissa yowled as Dena wiggled her fingers in the air over her.
â€œHere comes the Evil Tickler!â€ Dena taunted, wiggling her fingers at lightning speed in the air.
â€œDENA! DENA! NO! NO! PLEASE!â€
â€œPlease?! OK, Iâ€™ll tickle you!â€ And Dena began to tickle Marissaâ€™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 â€œNO! PLEASE STOP! DONâ€™T TICKLE ME ANYMORE! AHHHHH!â€ 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, â€œAre your feet ticklish, Mariss?â€
Marissa pleaded! â€œYes, they are. PLeasepleasepleaseplease DONâ€™T!!!!!!â€
Dena sat on the backs of Marissaâ€™s legs while she was face down and took off Marissaâ€™s black socks, leaving her bound feet bare. â€œTickle tickle tickleâ€Dena cooed and ran her wiggling fingers up and down Marissaâ€™s feet.
Marissa was almost out of control now, screaming â€œNO!â€ over and over with her eyes jammed tight and her face red and the biggest smile in the world across her face. â€œNO! NO! NO!â€
â€œYES! YES! YES!â€ Dena shot back, tickling Marissaâ€™s feet up and down and in between her toes more and more. â€œThis is what it feels like to be tickle tortured!â€
â€œEEEEEEEEEEE!!!â€ Marissa screamed.
â€œKidnap Boy, I see you watching!â€ Dena shot to me, continuing her tickle assault on Marissaâ€™s bare feet. â€œMarissaâ€™s time is almost up, you know. YOUâ€™RE NEXT!â€
All the meanwhile I struggled with my ropes but just could NOT get untied.
Marissaâ€™s screams continued as Dena kept tickling her feet. Finally Dena said, â€œOK, Ms. Ticklish! Count down slowly from 10 and Iâ€™ll stop when you hit zero! But do it SLOWLY! Or Iâ€™ll keep going!â€
Marissa breathlessly obliged and Dena kept tickling her feet, the numbers being broken up by Marissaâ€™s screams. When she got down to â€œThree! Two! One! Zero! STOP!!!!!!!!!â€
Dena stopped tickling Marissaâ€™s feet and got up, then sat Marissa up and gave her a huge hug. â€œWelcome to the club, honey! How does it feel to be tickled half to death?!â€
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. â€œPlease! Please! Untie me now!â€
â€œI seriously never imagined you were so ticklish!â€ Dena said, straightening Marissaâ€™s puffy sleeves out and then getting up.
â€œI am! I am!â€ Marissa panted on the floor, looking up at her torturer. â€œOh my God, Dee. That was TORTURE!â€
â€œNow you appreciate it more when you tie someone up and tickle them, huh?â€ Dena asked. â€œBut Iâ€™m not untying you yet!â€
â€œBut youâ€¦â€ Marissa started to shout but Dena quickly handgagged her.
â€œIf you scream again Iâ€™ll gag you again. And because this one IS punishment, I may just have to gag you with socks!â€
Dena kept her hand on Marissaâ€™s mouth and said, â€œFirst, you are going to do everything I say. Nod if you understand!â€
Marissa nodded into Denaâ€™s handgagged and Dena said, â€œNot a word until I tell you, OK?â€ And Dena took her hand off Marissaâ€™s mouth.
Dena then got to her feet and came over to me, still bound and gagged hands and feet. â€œHelloooooo, Kidnap Boy! Have you missed me?â€
I groaned and then Dena untied my gag and took it off.
â€œAh, thank you! Dena, please, do you really have to tickle me?â€ I asked.
"Footgag, time!" Dena moved her smelly argyle-socked foot over my mouth and stood over me, â€œOh, I do. I do, Kidnap Boy!â€
â€œBut,â€ she said, her foot still planted on my mouth, â€œI canâ€™t torture you the same way I tortured Marissa! I have to be creative!â€
With that Dena took her foot off my mouth and walked over to where she had discarded Marissaâ€™s black knee socks. She picked them up and again gave me the evilest of grins.
â€œFirst I think Iâ€™ll gag you with Marissaâ€™s socks! Maybe youâ€™ll be lucky and they wonâ€™t be as smelly as mine!â€
â€œOh NOOOO!â€ 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.
â€œOpen you mouth!â€ Dena ordered.
â€œMM MMM!â€ I grunted through closed lips.
â€œOh, really?â€Dena said with a crazy grin.â€Cootchie cootchie cooo!â€ And she tickled my neck quickly with her right hand, holding Marissaâ€™s dirty socks in the other.
â€œAHHHâ€¦.â€ I screamed, having no choice but to react to the tickling, and Dena stuffed one of Marissaâ€™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!
â€œHow to Marissaâ€™s socks taste? Better than mine?â€ Dena asked, sitting on me. â€œReady to be tickled, Kidnap Boy? Huh? Huh? Huh?â€ With each â€œHuh?â€ she poked my ribs while sitting on me.
Oh no! Here we go!
â€œWell, youâ€™re in luck! Iâ€™m tired from tickle torturing Marissa and need a break!â€ Dena said, getting up.
I MMPHED loudly. Thank God! Marissaâ€™s mouth opened to say something but Dena put her finger to her lips, reminding Marissa of the â€œno talkingâ€ rule.
â€œIâ€™m taking a short break from tickling,â€ 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.
â€œMarissa, 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!â€ Dena said. â€œI will check in on you over the next 20 minutes. Mariss, if I think our Kidnap Boy is suffering enough tickle torture, Iâ€™ll untie you. If I donâ€™t, then Iâ€™ll be tickling you for the rest of the night!â€
â€œOmigod, are you serious?! Canâ€¦can I talk now?â€ Marissa asked as Dena stood over us.
Dena laughed our loud.â€Ha! I LOVE obedient hostages. Yes, you can talk now. Tickle him into hysterics with your feet and win a prize!â€
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, itâ€™s worst than fingers!
â€œWell well well,â€ Marissa said, squirming over to me and placing her bare feet in me stomach. â€œYou sure seemed to enjoy watching Dena tickle me, didnâ€™t you?! Well now, you are going to pay! I can tickle you to death with my hands AND feet tied!â€
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 didnâ€™t matter that her hands and feet were tied â€“ she was tickling me ferociously!
â€œMy feet are VERY talented, Kidnap Boy!â€ Marissa said. â€œMy toes can reach EVERYWHERE!â€ 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.
â€œHowâ€™m I doing, Dee?â€ Marissa asked, planting her toes right in the middle of my hips and tickling sadistically close to below the belt. â€œTickle tickle tickle, Kidnap Boy! I will tickle you to death with my feet! Yes I will!â€ Marissa taunted.
â€œMariss, I am SO proud of you,â€ Dena said. â€œYOU are officially a Grade A torturer! And for that, you have won your freedom!â€™
â€œWoo hoo!!!!â€ Marissa exclaimed and kicked her bound bare feet up in the air, landing them squarely on my face. â€œNOW you are soooooo dead, KIDNAP BOY!â€
The tickling stopped and I panted and cried and laughed like a madman into Marissaâ€™s socks. Dena and Marissa cackled like crazy as Dena crouched down and untie Marissaâ€™s feet, then went behind her to untie her hands.
â€œGo run some cold water on your hands and câ€™mon back down,â€ Dena told Marissa. â€œThen Iâ€™ll tell you what Iâ€™ve got in store for Kidnap Boy tonight!â€
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.
â€œUntil she comes backâ€¦.TICKLE TORTURE!!!â€ 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 couldnâ€™t stop laughing and my sides were throbbing from the tickling and the laughter. â€œI looooove tickling my helpless little Kidnap Boy!!!! I could just keep you tied up and under my feet forever!!!!â€
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 sat over me and 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.
â€œWhew, I think our Kidnap Boy needs a break! We might literally tickle him to death,â€ Dena said, then kissing me on the cheek. â€œAre you OK, baby?â€ she asked gently.
I panted and gasped and was still laughing like crazy and said, â€œYâ€¦yes. I am. What are you going to do to me?â€
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 some 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!
â€œLetâ€™s give him a break for a little while. I want to bring him upstairs and tie him down to my bed,â€ Dena said. â€œHeâ€™ll have to hop. Help me get him to his feet.â€
Marissa did and said, â€œOK, Kidnap Boy. Hop like a bunny. Letâ€™s get you upstairs! Youâ€™ll need this time to get your strength back!â€
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 Denaâ€™s room. Where I was going to face who knows what kind of torture.
That's awful long,I know. I'll follow with the next installment soon.

### Re: Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by canuck100 » Tue Oct 14, 2008 8:30 pm

I'm glad that you're back, kidnap boy. I always enjoy your stories tremendously. And I also wished I had a friend like Dena...

### Re: Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by Nuclearo » Wed Oct 15, 2008 2:16 pm

Your stories are always so fantastic. It can't get much better when a tied up girl is tickling you.
Join our irc channel!! http://chat.mibbit.com/#tugsnet It's fun!!

### Re: Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by K.C. » Wed Oct 15, 2008 3:30 pm

nice to see another poster from the old forum on here and great story so far
as a off topic note: the celtics own now compared to the sixers and knicks

### Re: Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by kidnap boy » Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:26 pm

About the Celtics, Sixers, and Knicks...
True.100% true. This was several years ago. Believe me I am not happy about it.
Thanks for the nice comments. I'll be posting Part II to the story in the next few days.

### Re: Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by luckydog3 » Sat Oct 18, 2008 4:04 am

I'm looking forward to the next installment!

### Re: Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by Opinionated » Thu Oct 21, 2010 4:16 pm

Kidnap Boy - thx for letting me express my feelings. Who knows who more than the other one/s have been enjoying themselves the most - you or Dena and Marissa. My vote goes to Dena and Marissa.

### Re: Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)

Post by fuegoski » Sun Apr 06, 2014 12:33 pm

I could be 7 days a week reading Denas tortures