Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Oct 27, 2012 5:11 am

Vanessa and Alexandra couldn’t forget the feeling of being restrained. They kept in touch and when the confusion had died down they were able to restart their lives as “captives” as well as “Kidnap kids”-firm, with the help of Tom. They were joined by Nick and some of the others, as they got out of jail, one by one.

This is the story of two of those kids, a pair of siblings called Tamara (14) and Timothy (16), Tim and Tam to their friends and family. When they were picked up by Tom, Van and Alex for a one-week stay, Tam was dressed in an ankle-long, long-sleeved, black cotton dress and lace gloves. They were both blonde, and Tams’ hair had been allowed to grow down to her waist.
Before they even stepped into the car, they were both had their hands cuffed in front of them, and on the way, they were told the rules: she was to be restrained 24/7, while he pretty much was her guard/helper.
She became more and more convinced this was the future for her. Her fondness for being bound and more or less helpless only grew stronger and stronger, as the week progressed. In the end, she couldn’t stand the thought of going back to her normal life, and she came to a decision: she just had to remain with the gang, and she just didn’t care about what her parents or brother thought about it. It was to be her decision and hers alone.
A couple of days they were due to leave, Tam asked to see Nick on a private matter. She, Tim, and Nick went to a disused, tiny room; no more than a cubbyhole really, in the basement. As she sat down, she lifted her arms which were, for the moment, tied behind her back, so they came on the outside of the back of the chair. Tim took two long pieces of rope and tied her ankles together and her waist to the chair, and took the gag out of her mouth. Then Nick asked if Tam wanted Tim to be present during their conversation.
“No I do not,” she said. “I’m sorry Tim, but this is between Nick and me”, so he was asked to wait upstairs.

When they were alone, Tam came straight to the point.
“Are you still recruiting people?” she asked. When Nick said they were, she asked if she could be a member of “the team”, as she called it.
Nick gave her an inquisitive look.
“I hope you realize you’d pretty much be losing your ability to move around unescorted if you do, don’t you? And that you’d always be tied up or cuffed, and have to start wearing the same type of clothes that Alex and Van is? And that I don’t want any fuss? My word is final. Just so you know.”
She said she was aware of all of those facts, and that it didn’t bother her at all. She had already been tied up and cuffed in various ways and had lost her ability to move around unescorted, the moment they were picked up from home. As for the clothes, she had already started wearing leotards and pantyhose the day after they arrived, hadn’t she? So she obviously had no problem with any of that, either. And as for doing what a grown-up told her to do; she was a kid, and therefore used to that. Wasn’t she?
M-hm, I see!” Nick grunted. “You really do want this, don’t you? Be a member of the gang, I mean.” Nick solemnly asked.
“Yes, I really, really do!” was the simple, cheerful, answer she gave.
“Well, then. Give me a few days, to think it over. I’ll give you an answer on departure-day, I promise. Now, off you go!”
When Tim escorted her, still with her hands tied behind her back, upstairs again, he queried as to what they had been talking about for so long, her and Nick.
“Don’t worry, you’ll find out, soon enough.”

And so, the day of departure was upon them. Nick came in to Tams’ room, carrying two big, brown paper bags under his arm, before she even had the chance to get out of bed. He sat down on her bed-side, put the bags on the floor, and asked her if she still wanted to be a member of the team.
“Oh yes, please!” she cried out.
“Well then,” he said with a smile and a wink,” so you shall.” He opened one of the bags and took out a long-sleeved, leopard-printed leotard and a pair of tobacco-brown pantyhose. “From now on, these are all yours.” He put his hand inside the bag again, and took out another leotard, also long-sleeved, but this one with a tiger-stripe print on it. “And then, there is this one.” Next, a pair of yellow pantyhose was added to the pile that had started to form on her bed.
When he was finished, the pile consisted of seven long-sleeved leotards (one for each day) all in different colours, some with prints and some without, and with her initial printed on one shoulder. Then he took out as many woolly pantyhose in assorted colours. “So you can mix and match,” was the explanation.
Then, he opened the second big bag, from which he produced several leather cuffs, gaggers, chains with small padlocks, and several coils of rope of different lengths. He lifted the cuffs up, so she could see them properly. Last, but not least, came some onesie pyjamas. To her utter delight, everything, except for the ropes and the pantyhose, also had her initial printed on them.

“Thank you ever so much!” she finally stuttered. “It must have cost you an absolute fortune, all of this!”
“Mm, it did,” he agreed. “But don’t you worry about the costs. From now on, you’re officially the teams’ newest member, and I want you to enjoy it. I’ll release from the bed now, so you can get your clothes, and your cuffs on, and say “Good bye” to your brother. But, please do hurry up, because we’ve got a lot to do today.”
“Yes, sir!” she said, as he released her from the bed-restraints she was in.

She hurried up and changed into one of the new leotards, this one being in icy-blue plush and white, woolly pantyhose. She held out her hands, and Nick solemnly put the monogrammed cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and connected them all with some of the chains. She then slowly went to Tim’s room and knocked on the door. He cheerfully opened the door, but the cheerfulness soon died, when he saw her.
“So you’ve finally come to a decision then, have you?” he plaintively remarked. “What took you so long?”
She was quite taken aback by him already having guessed her intentions, apparently even before she had made them clear to herself. Fearing the answer, she just had to ask:”Would you mind if I stayed?”
“No, I wouldn’t,” he replied, “but I obviously don’t know how mum and dad will react, when they find out their only, and very precious, daughter stayed behind. Could you at least call them to explain the whole situation? I mean, I’ll do my best, but I think it’s best if they hear it directly from you. Don’t you?”

Tam felt a big lump forming in her throat. She hadn’t thought about her parents at all this past week, not even once, and she knew this decision was a very selfish one.
What he said, almost made her change her mind, but then she remembered all the interesting people she had met during the course of the week, and then she knew, in her heart of hearts, she just couldn’t leave it all behind, and go on with her life as if nothing unusual had happened; something that, potentially, could change her life forever.
She cleared her throat, took several deep breathes, and said she would, as soon as she could find a telephone.
“Well, then! I guess there’s nothing more to say or do, except saying “Good bye”, “Thank you for being such a great sister!” and give you a big hug. Right?” Tim said.
“No, I guess not.” Tam replied. “And, thank YOU for being such a great brother. You’ve been the best brother a sister ever could wish for!”
There was an awkward moment, when she realized she couldn’t give her, suddenly dearly beloved, brother the kind of hug she had wanted to give him. He noticed her predicament, and instead gave her a big, heart-warming one.
“I guess that’ll have to work both ways, won’t it?” he said, looking into her tear-filled eyes, with tears in his own.
“Yes, I guess it will have to.” she managed to say, before starting crying.
He gave her a less than brotherly kiss on the forehead and closed the door.

A couple of hours later she stood on the yard, along with the rest of the gang, waving as best she could, when the car with her brother alone in the back-seat, drove off.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 27, 2012 5:59 am

Hallo I want read more form Tam and Gang. :)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Oct 27, 2012 12:01 pm

Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo I want read more form Tam and Gang. :)

You will, You will.
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Oct 27, 2012 12:58 pm

A couple of days after Tim had left, the two older girls, Alex and Van, gave Tam a worried look. Somehow, she didn’t seem to have fully gotten over her brothers departure yet, and it already had been the subject of many discussions.
“She really seems so sad, poor thing. I do hope she doesn’t regret her decision to stay.” Alex had thoughtfully said, looking at the five year younger girl.
“Mm, she does. I think she might be regretting now, but given enough time, and things to do, I believe she’ll get over it. I know I did.” Vanessa replied, looking in the same direction. “We’ll just have to keep her busy, so she won’t have so much time on her hands to think, that’s all.”

And so they had. They taught her how to play football, while having her hands cuffed behind her back, wearing ankle-cuffs and playing with the boys (not an easy thing at all, as it turned out). The girls fell many times, but had a great time nevertheless. She even tried being a goal-keeper, but that turned out just too difficult; in that position you just had to have the use of your hands.
In no time at all, she became an expert catcher and thrower of heavy things, when she had her hands cuffed in front of her. She even became quite good at catching things and throwing them away again in, more or less the right direction, with her hands cuffed behind her back, and/or blindfolded.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Nick admiringly one time asked, while he tied her arms behind her back before watching TV.
Tam, who was gagged at the time, thought for a while and the shook her head.
“Ngof!” she proudly mumbled though the gag, smiling from ear to ear at hearing the praise.
“OK, young lady. Young and overly cocky young lady, I should say! Look here.” He held up the remote control, in front of her eyes. “I want you to try to a) turn the TV on, and b) change channels until I tell you to stop.”
She looked at him, as if to say:” That’s way too easy! Give me something harder to do!”
Nick suddenly put his index-finger in the air. “Oh yes, silly me,” he said, “I forgot to tell you; I will have to put the remote back on the table, before you start.” The table he was referring to was a very low coffee-table to the left of the couch where she sat. To even get to the control, she had to get her legs up under her, turn to the side, and lean down over the high armrest of the couch. Then, she had to work it with her nose. She nearly toppled over in the process, but she managed to it with ease.
She was so busy changing channels, she never even noticed Nick creeping up and sitting down on the couch behind her.

“Coochy, coochy, coo! Oh, what lovely feet you’ve got! They are simply crying out to be tickled.” he said, as if talking to a baby. He let action follow closely behind the words.
The suddenness of the attack, almost made Tam fall down from the couch. She spun round and threw herself, head first, towards him. Naturally, he laughingly caught her with ease.
“Having ticklish feet, huh?” She violently nodded. “M-hm! Let’s see if you’re ticklish anywhere else, shall we?”
Nick turned her on her back and placed her over his lap, and started running his fingers up and down her body. He soon discovered she was particularly ticklish on the insides of her thighs, in the armpits, on top of and on the sides of her stomach, as well as on the soles of her feet.
When he was done, she was little more than a gelatinous heap on his lap.

Nick smiled down at her. “I’m pretty sure I gave you a task, didn’t I?” he said. She nodded, while puffing heavily from exhaustion.
“Well then! Get on with it, young lady!” He lightly slapped her on the bum.
Grinning from ear to ear, she went back to the remote, and continued flicking through the channels with her nose.
In the doorway, and unseen by the two on the couch, Alexandra and Vanessa stood watching the scene before them.

Later on that night, when Nick was busy strapping her to her bed, Vanessa remarked:”You really like Tam a lot, don’t you?”
He looked at her, with a puzzled look on his face. “What do you mean; ‘like her’?”
“Oh, don’t play the ‘innocence’ game with me!” she snorted. “I’ve been around you far too long for that!”
He sat down on her bedside. “OK, yes, fine!” he admitted. “I do like her a lot. But I like Tamara just as much. And as for you: you’ve always had a special place in my heart. You know that, don’t you?”
When she nodded, he said in a stern voice:”Well then! You told me to stop playing an ‘innocence’ game with you. Now, you stop playing a ‘jealousy’ game with me. Jealousy sure as hell doesn’t suit you! Not at your age. You hear?” But he smiled as he said it.
She once again snorted, but smiled back at him as she closed her eyes to go to sleep, comfortable in the knowledge that he was still hers, no matter what.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Oct 28, 2012 3:05 am

Hallo perhaps would help Tam she get a other girl to watch on her or a feminine boy. The person such round her age perhaps a bite older than she.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Oct 29, 2012 8:45 am

Tam was running as fast as she dared back and forth between two posts, hammered into the lawn about ten meters apart. She was gagged, blindfolded, had her hands tied behind her back, and had a belt around her waist. A rope was tied to the belt at one end, and to a plastic-coated rope tied between the two posts in the other. Alex stood tied by her waist and knees to one of the poles, and Vanessa to the other. They were gagged, so each time Tam got close, they could only mutter “ngf”, and give her a little push. But it was enough for her to know she had to turn around and run the other way. She had been doing this for about fifteen minutes by now, and her “lap-times” were beginning to get slower and slower.
All the girls were dressed in bikinis, for a change.

“OK girls, and... all STOP!” Nick barked. He and Tom went over to the girls, and released Tam from the rope, tethering her to the over-head rope. He took her by the arm, and led her towards Alex, who was next to run. He gave Tam a minute or two to get her breath back while he blindfolded Alex and tied her to the rope, and then tied her to the pole the same way as Alex had been.
“OK!” he announced. “Let’s see, if you can beat Tam’s number of laps, which were fifty! And GO!” On the word “GO”, he smacked her bum. She yelped in surprise and indignation, but started running as fast as she could, given that she had bare feet, and the grass was scratchy.
She had a faster pace than Tam the first couple of laps, but soon began to tire. When her fifteen minutes were up, she had only managed forty five, and she was on the verge of collapse, and was panting real heavily.
“Girl, girl, girl! You’re in real bad shape. You know that?” Nick remarked, in a sad voice, shaking his head.
“Oef, a ngo!” Alex apologized herself, while panting heavily through her gag.
When all three girls had done their fifteen minutes of running, it was clear that Tam was definitely in better shape than either of the two older girls.

“What’s the matter with you, girls?” Nick barked. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. All of you! What Tom and I witnessed here today was nothing short of a catastrophe. As of tomorrow, you will all start running laps! One by one, fifteen minutes each, to start with! The only excuse will be illness. The weeks’ results will be announced every Friday, and the one who’s results have improved the least, gets released for two hours. Do I make myself clear?”
The two young women and the girl looked at each other, horrified. Released for two hours, and no gag? By now, even Tam had gotten so accustomed to the feeling of being restrained, that it would be a fate worse than death, to be without it! None of them wanted to be the looser of this competition; that was for sure.
“Well, I thought that would get your attention, and I was right! Wasn’t I? I want to see real improvements, as of tomorrow! Do you hear me?”
Stunned, the girls nodded.

That night, when Tom strapped her to her bed Tam asked, the voice full of fear: “Nick was kidding, right? He wouldn’t really let any of us be unrestrained for two hours, would he?”
He looked down on her, smiled and said: “That’s funny, you know; all of you have asked me almost exactly the same question! The answer is: knowing him the way I do; yes, I do think he would.”
“Then I’d better not lose then, right?” she remarked.
“No, you’d better not! Good night.” he said as he closed the door.

The following morning, she was awakened by a hammering sound. When she had got dressed, gagged, and had her hands cuffed behind her back, she looked out the window, and was surprised to see only one pole in the ground. But this one had another pole, about two meters long, attached to it about half way up. Hanging from the end of it was a leather strap.
‘What in the name of ... is that?’ she thought. ‘It looks like... No, it can’t be! Can it?’
It was. It was a contraption, thought out by Nick over night, onto which the girls would be strapped, and then made to run, round and around for fifteen minutes at a time, twice a day.
Not only were they made to run in circles, the contraption was hammered into the ground, where there was a small hill, which meant they had to run up-hill half the time, and down-hill half the time. It was a good thing, all of them soon noted, that they were blindfolded, otherwise they would very quickly get very dizzy.

On Friday, they had to run laps between the original poles, and there had already been a significant improvement by some of them. The list now read, the previous weeks’ results in brackets:
Tam: 50 (50)
Alex: 50 (45)
Vanessa: 49 (45)
“Sorry Tam!” Tom said, not sounding the least bit sorry, “I’ll have to take the “jewellery” off now. But don’t you worry! I’ll take very good care of it, until you get it back.”

As soon as the handcuffs and gag were off, Tam pushed everyone aside, hurried back to her room, and put a chair against the door so no one could come in. She was so ashamed she just wanted to be left alone. As she sat on the bed, she vowed not to lose the competition, for a second time. She hated the feeling of not having any cuffs or a gag on.
“It’s strange, really.” she thought. “A couple of weeks ago, I would have gone ballistic if anyone tried to put cuffs and a gag on me! I probably would have knocked the person out for the best part of a week. Now, I go ballistic when they’re taken off, and nearly knock people out for that reason! What’s happened to me?”
As she had no answer to the question, she shrugged and just sat on her bed, waiting, longing, for the two hours to pass.
As soon as they had, she pushed the chair away, almost threw it, from the door. She then hurried to get a gag and put it in her mouth, buckle it behind her head, cuff her knees together, and cuff her hands behind her back.

Just as she was finished, Tom came around the corner. “I was just coming to get you, and put cuffs on you. But I see someone beat me to it?”
“Oef, AJ gig!” Tam proudly mumbled through the gag.
“You did, huh?” He sounded mighty impressed. He walked around her, hmm-ing and m-hmm-ing, checking and rechecking all the locks and knots.
When he came back round, he said: “You did this yourself, you say?” and when she nodded, remarked:”You’re beginning to get real good at this. Did you know that?”
She again nodded, feeling mighty proud of herself. She didn’t know why, but his praise meant more to her, than just about anything else on earth could.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby xtc » Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:05 am

This is becoming a magnum opus from you.
Very entertaining too.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Oct 29, 2012 12:27 pm

xtc wrote:This is becoming a magnum opus from you.
Very entertaining too.

And there's yet more entertainment to come. I do have a lot of fun writing it!
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Oct 29, 2012 12:34 pm

Hallo lasse the thoughts abut change was interesting but what is answer to question? I think it is no 42 . :)
I hop read more it. On other it was unfair I think Tam on her limit that she can´t improve. :)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:36 am

Suddenly one day, the gang was no more. The disintegration started when Nick and Vanessa announced they were going to move out, get married and have kids (not necessarily in that order). Shortly thereafter Alexandra and Casper did the same, and then the others kind of dropped off, one by one, until there were only Tom and Tam left. The only thing that stayed the same was that Tam had her wrists, and sometimes ankles, cuffed, and that she was strapped to the bed at night. She made Tom swear that he’d continue doing that, until the (extremely unlikely) day she said she didn’t want him to.
“Like rats, abandoning a sinking ship!” Tom snorted. “We’re much better off without them! They’re all just a bunch of cowards, anyway!”
“So, now what do we do?” Tam asked, as Tom closed the door behind the last remaining gang-member.
“How should I know?” Tom hissed. “Oh, I wish Nick was still here! I’m sure he would’ve come up with a masterful plan in no time!” He threw his hands up in the air, as if to say: ‘I give up!’
Needless to say, the “Kidnap Kids” agency vanished along with the band.
The weeks went by, without much happening. Tam and Tom soon found themselves leading a quiet, ordinary life, That is, if you could call it ordinary, when one of them was cuffed all the time, one way or another, whether in bed or pretty much anywhere else.

One day, however, there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t the police raiding them this time, but two girls, friends Pamela and Ellie, both somewhere in the region of 15-20, who had somehow heard about the band, and now wanted to join them. When they heard what had happened, they were at first devastated, but then wanted to restart it all.
As it turned out, they both had boyfriends, Steve and Clark, who were more than willing to join them. They agreed on using, more or less, the same rules as the old gang had.
That is to say; the girls should be gagged as much as possible and must have cuffed wrists, either in front or behind their backs. It was up to the boys to decide which. Whether to cuff the girls knees and/or ankles or not, were also up to the boys.
At night, the girls must be strapped in their beds; sleeping-mask was optional, but absolutely no gaggers, of any kind.
All the girls were from now on required to dress in leotards and woolly pantyhose, when being around the house. At night, they were all to wear onesie pyjamas.
They took a vote, as to whether the rules were acceptable or not, and the result was, as you might expect, unanimous, if somewhat hesitant from Pamela and Ellie.

They went to Vanessa and Alexandra’s rooms, as they had left all their cuffs, ropes and gaggers behind. They had also left their leotards and pantyhose which, to every-ones amazement, fitted the new girls perfectly.
After having changed into their new clothes, Tam, who had her hands cuffed in front of her, cuffed their hands, also in front of them. As she had a ball-gag in her mouth, and therefore was unable to speak, used sign language to tell the girls, that they had to ask their boyfriends to gag them.
Reluctantly, they did as she told them, but after having worn them for a relatively short time, they forgot they were there, and that they had their hands cuffed.

When he had strapped her in bed that night, Tom asked Tam what she thought of the newcomers.
She hesitated for a second or two, before answering: “Well, my first impressions of the girls are that you guys will probably have your hands full the next couple of days, until they have settled down in their new roles. After that, there shouldn’t be any trouble.
How about the guys?”
Now it was Tom’s turn to think, before he answered:”Well, you know as well as I do how boys their age are. Right now, they’ve got testosterone coming out of their ears, but who knows; in a few days time, they might have grown tired of the whole thing and want out. Heck, they might’ve by tomorrow, for all I know.”
“Yes, I know!” Tam said with a dreamy smile. Then, more seriously: “Let’s hope not. We need, I need, more company around here. Please don’t get me wrong: I love being with boys, particularly you, but I need the company of girls too, especially if we share the same interests.”
“And I need the company of boys from time to time, for the same reason.”

But nothing had changed the next morning, and Tam started hoping for a new beginning for ‘Kidnap Kids”. The few times she was without a gag during the day, she slowly started introducing the idea. The others were, of course, sceptical at first, but gradually started thinking like her, that it would be a perfect opportunity to get others interested in what they were doing, and maybe get more people into the gang. There were still plenty of rooms which were empty, that much was sure.
So they placed an ad in the local newspapers. It was identical to the one that had gotten Tam interested:
“Parents! Do you want some time for yourselves? Are you going on a vacation, and don’t want to bring your kids along?
Kids! Do you need some time to cal your own? Do you want to try something new and exciting?
Then call “Kidnap Kids”! We can provide you with all those things. Parents, you can leave your kids with us, knowing they’ll be in safe hands. Kids, you’ll have a great time. So, don’t hesitate! Call us now!”
“Just so you know: I am a bit hesitant to put it in. You know what happened the last time we did.” Tom remarked.
“The gang eventually going their separate ways, you mean?” Ellie asked. “Somehow, I don’t think so.”

Hmph.” Tom snorted. “Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”
“Oy, you!” Tam hollered. “Stop your brooding, and come over here and gag me instead. I think I’ve done enough talking for quite a while, don’t you?”
“Mm. I think so too!”
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Nov 01, 2012 3:07 am

Hallo Lasse, very good part. For next part I hope that Pamela and Ellie chose for some nights the sleeping mask. Perhaps some parents could for her girls insist on too stay on or perhaps one girl would like experience who is blind, deaf and unable to move some days.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Nov 01, 2012 4:29 am

It was a clear, crisp winter-day. Tamara was casually walking around town, just window-shopping. She was dressed in a pink one-piece snow-suit, a red knitted hat, red knitted mittens, a wide, red scarf, and a pair of pink leather boots. The scarf covered her face and nose, and only her eyes were visible. It served two purposes. One was that it prevented her from inhaling the cold air, and another was it hid the ball-gag in her mouth from view.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was spun around, and looked into the eyes of none other than Vanessa!
“Tamara, right?” she asked.
Too stunned to think Tam answered: “Oef!” It was only afterwards she realized she was among people, who didn’t know her.
Vanessa leaned forward and whispered in her ear:”Are you gagged?”
Tam nodded, and Vanessa looked around for a quiet place, where she could have a look for herself. When she couldn’t find one, she invited Tam to her apartment.

When they got there, Vanessa rung the door-bell and Nick opened. When he realized who Vanessa had brought, he was delighted!
They stepped inside, and Tam took her hat, mittens, ski-suit and boots off. When she took the scarf off, she heard her two friends gasp.
“So you and Tom, are still at it, I take it?” Nick asked.
“Oef, oi a.” Tam answered.
“Oups, I’m so sorry! Would you mind terribly if I took your gag out?” When Tam shook her head, Vanessa quickly undid the buckle behind Tam’s head, and took the ball out.
She looked admiringly at Tam’s bracelets. They were just two plain metal-rings, albeit wide and heavy-looking, with one small pad-lock on one side, and a D-ring on the other. “Those rings you’re wearing around your wrists,” she asked, “are they purely decorative, or do they serve a purpose?”
“A little bit of both, really.” was the answer. “I have a small chain in my pocket, so I can clip them together, to serve as handcuffs.” She reached inside one of the hip-pockets and took out a small chain. “As a matter of fact; Nick, would you be so kind, as to connect the cuffs for me, please?”
“Gladly!” He clipped the chain on the rings, so her hands were fastened in front of her. Then he handcuffed Vanessa, and they went into the living-room, sat down on the sofa and started talking.

Nick and Vanessa proudly told Tam they had a six year-old daughter, Nancy, whom they had begun strapping by her waist, in bed about a year ago. The straps were tight enough to be snug, but not so snug, she felt trapped. At bed-time, she was always given the option of not being strapped in, but so far she had always wanted to. Some night soon, they felt she was ready for them to start strapping her knees, and then her ankles together, but not to the bed. Not yet, anyway. In a couple of years’ time, they were planning to start strapping both her ankles and wrists to the bed frame.
They had managed to make her understand, that not every ones parents did this to their children, and that, if she needed to talk to someone, she should come to them or to Alexandra and Casper who, incidentally, also strapped their six year-old son, Steve, in bed at night.
So far there had been no trouble though, touch wood. The kids still saw it as a fun game, and Vanessa and Nick hoped it would stay that way. In fact Nancy, bless her, one day said, she longed for the day, when she was allowed to “be like mommy”. When asked what she meant, she just looked at them as if she thought they were joking, and then said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world:”You know! Wear the kind of jewellery mommy does!”
Tam asked if and how they had solved the issue of the kids going to school. Nick said they, of course, would send their kids to a public school. One of them, on a rotating schedule, would keep the kids after school, and eventually tie Nancy’s hands together.

Vanessa leaned forward. “Now, enough talking about us. Let’s talk about you, instead. I understand you’ve revived the old “Kidnap Kids”-idea we invented, so many years ago. Are you as busy as we were?”
“Nowhere near as busy, I’m afraid,” Tam said, with a pitiful tone in her voice. “As it is, we can barely make ends meet. We’ve actually started thinking about starting to rob schools and gyms, just like you were. Have you got any suggestions on how, and where, to start?”

Nick took a deep breath and looked at the two girls, before answering. “Yes, as at matter of fact, I have: at the “please, don’t do it”-end. You have no idea of how nerve-racking it is to constantly be on the look-out for cops! Even now, after so many years, I still wake up some nights bathing in cold-sweat and panicky.”
Vanessa took his hand, and looked deep into his eyes: “You’ve never said anything to me about that! Oh; my poor, poor baby!”
“EW! You’re grossing me out here, you two!” Tam said, disgusted. “You’ve got an audience. Remember?”
“If what you say is true, Nick, and I don’t doubt it for a second,” she continued, ”then I suppose we’ll just have to come up with something else to get cash. Any ideas?”

“Woah, stop right there, young lady! Don’t try to drag us back into your life.” Vanessa said, with a smile on her face. “We’ve left it behind a long time ago. Remember?”
When she saw the sad look on Tam’s face, she added:”Tell you what. You come up with a plan, and we tell you if it’s doable or not. Agreed?”
“Leave me out of it!” Nick said. “As I said; I’ve left it all behind.”

Soon, it was time for Tam to leave. She called Tom to come and pick her up. When he heard where she was, he sent his regards, through her, and said he’d be in touch some day, because he had some unfinished business, whatever he meant by that.
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Nov 01, 2012 4:32 am

Plueschbabycd wrote: Perhaps some parents could for her girls insist on too stay on or perhaps one girl would like experience who is blind, deaf and unable to move some days.
Andrew

Mm, sounds like a good idea, to me. Let's see what I can come up with.
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Nov 03, 2012 6:19 am

One day, they got a rather unusual call to the “Kidnap Kids”-service. It was a parent whose fourteen year-old daughter, Beth, wanted to know what it was like being either deaf or blind, preferably both, on top of which she wanted to be unable to move.
When Tam heard the request, she said: “Sure, we can do that. But I think we’ll have to take one thing at a time. Blind one day, deaf the other. As far as being unable to move: one option could be to cuff her hands behind her back, and cuff her knees together during the day. She won’t be completely unable to walk, but as I’ve had several years’ worth of experience of being cuffed that way, I can tell you it’s very, very hard.
Another option would be for me to get a wheelchair, and equip it with straps on the armrests, a belt to go around the waist, and straps close to the foot-rests. Maybe even a headrest with a strap, or two, attached.”
“Hm,” the voice on the other end of the telephone line muttered. “I choose the ‘wheel-chair’-alternative, with an addition. I want her to be gagged, blindfolded, and wearing earplugs, the whole time she’s strapped to it.”
“The wheel-chair it is then. Good bye!” When Tam had hung up the receiver, she told the empty room: “Yes, you’ll be strapped to a wheel-chair, all right, but I have a few surprises of my own. Just you wait and see!”
Suddenly, she nearly jumped out of her clothes, as she heard Steve’s voice.
“Surprises? What surprises, and who will get them?” She spun around, furious at him for sneaking up on her like that. She shoved a finger under his nose.
“Don’t EVER sneak up on me like that again! Do you understand!” she hissed. “You and Clark could make yourselves useful for a change, by going down to the basement and get a wheel-chair, that’s been sitting there since time in memorial. Make very sure you get every last strap and cuff, belonging to it! You might as well get the big oilcan too, since you’re already gonno be down there.”
When she saw him hesitate, she menacingly added: “I suggest you get a move on young man. I do pack a mean punch, even with my hands tied together! And I’m not joking right now!” He spun around and started walking away.
She raised her voice: “Oh, I seem to remember a big, blue IKEA-bag, next to the wheel-chair. Bring that too, will you!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” he muttered.

An hour later, the boys came back, pushing the chair between them, and almost as irritated as Tam had been.
“Here you are! And, by the way, thanks for telling him this stuff were right in the back of the basement, behind a ton of junk!” Clark puffed, as he put the bag on the floor. “The tires were completely flat, so I filled them. All right?”
“Sorry! I had forgotten where in the basement they were. Thanks guys.” she said, in an icy-cold voice.
She opened the bag, and smiled contented. Everything was still in there, as she had remembered.

The day Beth arrived, everything was already set up.
The door-bell rang at 8 am, and they were let in. As per instructions, she was dressed in a sweat-suit. She was immediately blindfolded and gagged. She was then lead to the wheel-chair and straps were pulled tight.
“Are you comfortable for now?” Tam asked.
“M-hm!” Beth mumbled.
“Good! That won’t last long, I suspect. I’m going to plug your ears too, in a moment, but I want you to hear what I have to say right now.” Then to her mother,” We will keep her like this, for as long as she’s here. I made a slight alteration to the agreement, which I hope neither of you will mind. In a few moments I will take her to her bed-room, and put a thick diaper for adults on her. She will remain diapered until you come and get her. One of the boys will lift her out of and into the chair, every time the diaper needs changing, so she won’t have to use the bath-room, unless absolutely necessary. I will then do the actual changing in private.”

When she heard she was about to be diapered, Beth started screaming “Ngo! Ngo!” through her gag. She probably would have shaken her head violently as well, had it not been so tightly strapped to the head-rest.
“You will put a diaper on her? What an excellent idea! Now, why didn’t I think of that?” her mother said. “Won’t that be fun, dear?”But Beth was still muttering: “Ngo. Ngo.”
The mother looked at her watch and said she had to leave, but would be back in a few days time, to pick up her daughter, who sighed and seemed to finally have accepted her fate.
“Before you leave, I’d like to show you her bed.” They all went in to the room, where Beth was to sleep the next couple of days, and her diapers were to be changed.
The bed quickly got approved, and the mother rushed away.
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:22 am

Beth’s story:
When I heard I was going to stay with “Kidnap Kids” for a few days, I was over the moon. I was so excited I just couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop talking about it, for days. I just knew I was going to experience everything I wanted to, in the hands of professionals.

On the morning of the day I was supposed to go, I was awoken quite early, as we had to be there by 8. I quickly got dressed in my grey sweat-suit and a pair of white tube-socks and had breakfast. But, to tell you the truth; I was too excited to eat much anyway.
I ran to the car, and squeezed myself through the back-door, almost before she had the chance to open it fully.
The journey there seemed endless, but we eventually got there. Mum rang the door-bell, and a man in his mid-twenties opened the door. Behind him was a girl, no more than seventeen. She was dressed in a pink, spaghetti-strapped leotard, and dark-blue, woolly pantyhose. Her hands were tied together behind her back, and her knees were cuffed together. She had the biggest ball in her mouth I had ever seen. It was buckled behind her head with a pink leather strap. The way she had combined the colours of her clothes made me want to take her aside, and give her some tips on how to do it properly. He introduced himself as Tom, and said her name was Tam, short for Tamara.

Before saying anything else, Tom grabbed my arm and hauled me inside. He dragged me towards a wheel-chair, with lots of straps hanging from it. Before I had a chance to sit down in it, though, he put a ball similar to the one Tam had in her mouth only smaller, in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. Then he blindfolded me with a wide strip of fabric. He made me sit down in the chair and strapped my wrists and ankles tightly to it. I then felt someone searching between my legs, and pull out some straps. They were pulled tight behind the chair, which made it impossible for me to move my hips. A strap across my forehead, made it impossible for me to move my head.

Suddenly I heard a new voice asking me if I was all right. I was about to say: “Yes, I am” but then realized I wouldn’t be able to talk, so I just muttered “M-hm”. Then, she said the words which still shocks me to this day. I was going to be diapered! “Me, wearing diapers? No way!” I thought, and started protesting, as violently as I could. I was truly horrified when I heard my own mother, telling them she thought it was a great idea! Of course, no one took any notice of me, and I slowly started accepting my fate. Suddenly, I felt my ears being plugged, and every sound was nearly completely blocked out. I could still hear if it was a man or woman talking, but I could no longer hear any words, just a distant mumbling.
I felt them pushing into another room. My mother kissed me on the forehead, and I thought I heard a door being closed. I again started struggling as I felt the straps being loosened and I was lifted out of the chair. I was put on my back on a bed and my wrists strapped above my head. My trousers were pulled down, and it was time for me to get the first of many diapers.
When it was put in place, the trousers were pulled back up and I was strapped back in the chair. The gag was taken out and I was given baby formula to drink, through a straw. That has been almost the only form of food I’ve had since then.

That first night I was strapped to bed, and an extra thick diaper was put on. The plugs were taken out of my ears for the first time since that morning and I could hear Toms’ voice asking me if I had enjoyed the day, and if I liked being diapered.
I said I had, and that I had surprised even myself, that I liked being diapered, so much.
“M-hm.” he said. “How would you like it if we kept you strapped to the wheel-chair during the day, to the bed at night, and diapered 24/7? The use of blindfolds, earplugs and gaggers would be negotiable, but must be worn at least two hours a day.”
“That all sounds fine to me, and you could even plug my ears during the days and I could be blindfolded all the time, if you want to. You could gag me, when you gag the other girls.”
“OK! You’ve got yourself a deal, then!” he said, and could hear the smile in his voice.

When my mother called a few days later, to say she wanted me to come home, I said I’d much rather stay where I was. It was two years ago now, and I’m still here, still strapped to the wheel-chair and blindfolded (except when I’m writing this on the computer) and I’m still diapered. To tell you the truth, I don’t think I could go back to living the way I was before. I’m simply enjoying myself too much, right now.
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:35 pm

Lasse exultant work I wish I was this girl. :)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 04, 2012 3:06 am

I do too!
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Nov 04, 2012 3:53 am

Hallo Lasse I wonder only that mother had permit that she stay there. Perhaps the mother miss her so much, that she accepted that daughter visit her under the same condition she no live.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:54 pm

Christmas was upon them. The three older girls, Tam, Ellie and Pam, were dressed in red leotards with white trim, and Beth got a long-sleeved, red tunic, also with white trim. All of them wore white, woolly pantyhose. Steve suddenly got the bright idea to adorn of Beth’s wheel-chair with a long garland. On the back-rest, he put various pictures of Santa Claus and his sleigh. He took her blindfold off just long enough to let her see what he had done. She smiled and nodded, meaning she liked it very much.

They were invited to Vanessa and Nick for Christmas-dinner, and Tam, Ellie and Pam put on some warmer clothes on top of their leotards, and then their ski-suits. Beth was lifted onto her bed, her diaper was changed, her arms tied to her sides, and wrapped in several blankets. To keep them in place, a long, red, satin ribbon was wound around her and knotted off with a bow-tie, just below her chin. She was then placed back in the wheel-chair, the back-rest was tilted a bit back, and her chest and legs were strapped. After having tied the other girls’ hands behind their backs and hiding their gaggers with long scarves, they all went out.
The group attracted some attention as they walked along, but acted as if everything was normal.

At dinner, all the girls, except Beth, who still was wrapped up and blindfolded, but not gagged, were tied to their chairs. Needless to say, everyone had a great time, especially the girls who, of course, had to be fed.
After the meal, it was time to exchange presents. Tam, Pamela, Ellie and Beth, each got new bit-gaggers, the leather-straps having been engraved with their initials. Beth also got a new blindfold, consisting of two leather discs and a strap that went around her head. She also got a new pair of ear-plugs. They were attached to leather discs that could be attached to the strap to the blindfold.
Next package was relatively small, were labelled for the older girls and contained three pairs of wrist-cuffs and as many pairs of ankle-cuffs.
In hers’, slightly bigger one, Beth got a four-point harness, and a large leather disc, which made it look very much like the underside of a turtle. In the package were also buckles which to attach it to her wheel-chair: one pair of buckles to go over her shoulders, another pair around her waist.
“This,” Tom explained, “is much safer, and is meant to replace the straps which are holding you to the chair right now. I’m going to install it for you, when you’ve gone to bed tonight.”

When the presents had been handed out, the old gaggers were replaced with the new ones, and Beth’s eyes and ears were covered with the new gear. She almost immediately realized the new earplugs were much more effective than the old ones. With the old ones, she could hear things, albeit very faint, but with the new ones, there was absolute silence. Now, she was truly deaf, blind AND paralyzed, and loving every minute of it.
“When I get back home”, she thought, “I’m going to ask them to keep me like this. I’ve always loved the feeling of not being able to do anything, not even basic things, like feed myself, and now I’m going to get my wish. I wonder what my mum would say, if she saw me like this. I think I’ll ask Tom, or maybe Tam, or both, even, if I would be allowed to go home for a short visit, being wrapped like this. Provided I’m securely blindfolded, ear-plugged and gagged, on the way there and back, of course.”

When they finally got home, Tam gestured she’d like a word with Tom.
”In a minute,” he said. “I’m just going to change Beth’s diaper, and hear what she thought of her presents, before putting her to bed.”
When he came back, he had a troubled look on his face. He unbuckled Tam’s gag, and they sat down to have a private conversation.
“Beth wants to go home,” he said in a serious voice, “only for a visit, but still. On top of which, she wants to do it being wrapped, like she is now. Oh, and she’d like to continue being wrapped and wearing a diaper 24/7 from now on. It’s not that she doesn’t like being strapped in the wheel-chair, it’s just that she likes this even more.”

“Oh, she will have to use the wheel-chair, all right, whether she likes it or not!” Tam menacingly said. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about her, as well. And after what you just told me, it’s just become even more urgent.
I don’t know whether you agree or not, but I don’t think we can keep her here. It’s simply too much work! And if she wants to continue being wrapped in blankets all day long, it will only add to the already full workload, involving her. I mean, getting her dressed and undressed, feeding her several times a day, changing her diapers, not to mention lifting her out of and into the chair, just to mention a few things. All the while she sitting, or rather lying there, like some freaking queen, doing absolutely squat! That’s not fair to the rest of us girls, I don’t think! You’re not; heck WE’re not her flippin’ servants!”
While she had talked, Tam had walked round and round, faster and faster. Now, when she stopped walking, she had become so dizzy, she had to sit down.

“Are you finished?” Tom asked.
Tam shrugged, and said:” That depends on what you have to say.”
“Well yes, I agree wholeheartedly in everything you say.” Tom thoughtfully said. “She IS becoming a burden to us all, and takes away way too much of my time from the rest of you. So, that is why I’m going to let her go home. I know she rather be here, but I’ll see if I can’t strike a deal with her parents, whereby Beth stays here and is wearing diapers and is wrapped in blankets nonstop, two weeks at a time, and at home two weeks. What do you think? Is it a workable solution?”

“For me it is.” Tam answered. “Right now, I don’t really care what the ‘little miss’ thinks! The sooner she’s back home, the better, I think!”

“Oh Tam, where’s the Christmas-spirit?” Tom moaned.
“It’s just flown out the window!”
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Nov 04, 2012 1:30 pm

Lasse your absolute right. She cane now make at home and should parents get a male or female helper for her. I think she need also spezial school. :) That could a other story now.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Nov 05, 2012 11:28 am

At last, Beth went home for her two week stay. Her parents had agreed, if somewhat reluctantly, to keep her wrapped in blankets and wearing diapers, blindfolded and gagged as much as possible, and strapped in the wheelchair during the day, and to the bed at night. Beth herself, did not want to return home, and made that fact very clear to everyone, any way she could. But as no one listened to her, she eventually resigned to her new fate. She was to be hauled around, like some kind of thing no one really knows where to put. At least, she’d still be without the ability to move, see or talk. ‘Thank God, for small favours!’ she thought, when she heard about her fate.

“Phew! She’s gone!” Tom said, as he closed the front-door. “For two weeks, at least.” he added. He looked around at the others. He looked at Tam in her red leotard, at Pamela in hers, which was icy-blue, and finally at Ellie in her graphite-grey one. All of them wore white, woolly pantyhose, and all of them having their wrists tied together behind their backs and ball-gagged.
“So, now what do we do? Suggestions, anyone?”
“Oef, aj o.” Pam muttered through her gag. “. Ikch a ajs aj. A og ajk o ngo ok!”
Steve, who had no trouble understanding her, even when she was gagged, agreed that it was a nice day, and that they all should go for a walk. The others agreed, and the girls’ hands were untied for as long as it took them to put on their snowsuits, knitted mittens, and boots. Then the hands were tied together in front of them, long pieces of rope were tied around their waists, the ends of which were to be used to tug them along. The loop around their bodies also served to hold the hands against their bodies.

They strolled casually along, until they came to an open surface, with a vast expanse of untouched snow. The boys looked at each other, smiled and led the girls to the nearest lamp post, onto which they tied the ropes, tethering the girls like horses, almost. The boys solemnly walked out onto the snowfield, bent down, scooped up some snow in their hands, pressed it into balls, and then suddenly, the snowball fight was in full swing! The balls flew in all directions, quite a few of them actually hitting the defenceless girls.
In the middle of it all, Clark, who was the naughtiest of the boys, got a malicious grin on his face, walked up to Ellie while scooping up quite a pile of snow in his hand, pulled back the collar of her snow-suit, and shoved it all down her back. Man, did she squeal! Gag, or no gag; you could hear her several blocks away.
“I didn’t want you feel like you were left out of the fun!” he said, with a big grin plastered all over his face. “Wasn’t it nice of me, to think of you? I suddenly thought it was so unfair: why should we have all the fun?”
“Yea, you’re right! Why should we?” Steve and Tom agreed, and started shoving snow down the backs of Tam’s and Pam’s snow-suits as well, despite or maybe thanks to, their strongly voiced protests.
It was a bunch real cold, real wet people, who came home two hours later; but happy nonetheless.

When he strapped her to her bed that night, Tom took out Tam’s gag so they could talk for a while.
“Thanks for shoving that much snow down my snow-suit! It took me ages to get warm and dry again!”
“Yea well, sorry ‘bout that.” Tom said, not sounding at all sorry about any of it. “Tell you what; tomorrow we could try to find another field, and then you girls could join in the fun. How’s that? You’d have your hands tied together, of course, but you wouldn’t be tethered to anything.”
“I wouldn’t wanna have it any other way!” Tam said, with a malicious smile.

The next day was as clear and crisp as only a winter’s day could. The gang set out right after breakfast, and soon found another vast field of untouched snow.
As it nearly always happens, a snowball fight soon broke out, and somehow became ‘the girls v the boys’.
Despite having their hands tied together, which made it harder to form and throw snow-balls, and being gagged, which made communication almost impossible, to every ones’ surprise, the girls were victorious.

Tam gathered the two other girls around her.
“O u angk eoengf o oefeej?” (Do you want revenge for yesterday?) she asked.
“Oef!” Pam and Ellie answered simultaneously. They looked at each other in silent understanding, before they all started laughing. They sneaked up behind the guys and tackled them into a pile of snow, and started shoving plenty of snow down the backs of their coats, as retaliation for yesterday.
The guys were perplexed at first, but soon managed to wriggle around on their backs. From there, it was easy to manoeuvre so that the girl who was on top, soon found herself face down in the snow and having it being shoved down their snow-suits, again.

When they had grown tired of playing in the snow, they started walking home.
“Anyone fancy a detour?” Steve asked about halfway looking at Clark, who smiled and winked.
“What kind of detour?” Tom asked.
“You’ll see.” was the mysterious answer.
“O.K, then.” They steered the girls into an alley. Soon Ellie and Pam started grunting in protest. ‘They seem to know where we’re going,’ Tam thought, ‘and judging by their sounds, I’m probably not going to enjoy this.’
But she was wrong.

At the other end of the alley was a little café. They went in and found a table for six. When she had been liberated from her gag, Tam asked:”Aren’t you going to untie us?”
“Nope!” Clark smirked. “In fact,” he told the others, “I think we should tie their hands behind the back of their seats. Don’t you?”
“Yes, let’s!” Steve’s smirk was even bigger: it went from ear to ear. But by now, both Tom and Tam had had quite enough of their silly antics. He grabbed her arm and told the other two boys, that they were no longer welcome in the house. When they left, Tom thought he heard Clark whisper: “Coward!”

When they came back home, Tom found a piece of paper in the letterbox. It was a note from Beth’s parents, saying they had found a place for her at a boarding-school “for kids with odd interests”.
“This has been quite an interesting few days, hasn’t it?” he complained. “We’ve managed to get rid of the whole gang in just a couple of days! That’s got to be worthy of a place in “Guinness Book of World Records” or something! Oh, well! Something tells me, we won’t be alone for long!”
Tam looked at him thinking: “My, my; he’s getting awfully philosophical, all of a sudden!”
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Re: Tim and Tam

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Nov 05, 2012 12:04 pm

nice part. I will see what come next.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Tim and Tam

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Nov 06, 2012 4:48 pm

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!