I want to leave very clear that didn't go me that he/she wrote the story Kristina babysites Anessa. It is also I didn't write the continuation.
Who can continue the story, please, be the will.
Kristina´s Revenge
By Khan53
Kristina's Revenge “Mum I'm home!†Anessa shouted as she dumped her back inside the entrance hallway and kicked off her black school shoes
When no reply came from the kitchen Anessa just rolled her eyes and stumped into the lounge room. Looking around she could neither see nor hear her mother, which was a little strange. Ever since she had been caught by her parents a week ago tickle-torturing Kristina she had been grounded, told that the only thing she could do was go to school and come straight back home. She wasn't even allowed to hang in the playground after school.
“Straight home, and don't you even dare think about dawdling†her mother had threatened
“This sucks†Anessa grumbled as she walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and Anessa was stuck home all weekend, grounded courtesy of Kristina blabbing on her. Anessa wasn't even allowed to wear her free-dress clothes like she wanted to on free-dress Friday. Instead her parents had forced her to wear her normal school uniform, a thigh-length grey school dress, white ankle socks and black leather shoes. Her hair was even normal and boring, no braids or clips, the longish red strands hanging loose around her face and framing her pale skin, freckled cheeks and emerald green eyes.
Well Kristina actually hadn't said anything, but she'd been silly enough to show the rope marks and that was enough of a hint for her parents. The lecture they'd given to her after Kristina had left had droned on and on. Anessa didn't care much, she was going to get her revenge one way or another. Curling her longish red hair around one finger Anessa opened one of the cupboard and grabbed a plastic cup.
Which meant that when she stood up and felt a sudden poke in her back Anessa wasn't ready. Before she even thought about it the green-eyed minx opened her mouth to scream and suddenly found herself tasting plastic. Before she even had time to react something was jammed into her open mouth and buckled across her face, straps running along either cheek and onto some sort of tight clasp at the back of her head.
Anessa went on instinct and desperately flung her arms over her head in a vain attempt to unclasp whatever was holding the round ball in her mouth. Anessa's first mistake had been to open her mouth, her second was to put her arms in a such a vulnerable position without checking to see whom was standing behind her. And iron grip encircled her right arm at the elbow and she felt something cool and leathery wrap around her wrist before cinching tight. The distinctive sound of a female grunting from the effort of keeping the flailing nine-year-old still was the first hint Anessa got to her captor. And realisation quickly dawned upon her.
Oh no, it can't be, she would dare...
“Hello Anessa†Kristina hissed in the red-heads ear, the tone carrying waves of retribution and vengeance
Anessa tried to grab at whatever was binding her right wrist, but all she succeeded in doing was giving Kristina her only free arm. Again she felt an iron grip around her left elbow and something leathery wrapped around her other now bound wrist before tightening.
Anessa tried to pull her arms apart but found that whatever was binding her wrists was linked together, preventing her from shifting her arms any further apart that perhaps a hand-span (Anessa's hand-span to be precise).
So instead Anessa managed to wrench her arms forward, finally breaking Kristina's iron grip. In desperation she dashed out of the kitchen and through the lounge room towards the entrance and escape.
But Kristina was faster and bear hugged the sprightly red-head. Anessa kicked and screamed but found her voice muffled to a dull groan from the now apparent ball-gag. Kristina snaked her fingers into Anessa's armpits and began tickling her viciously through her grey dress. Anessa broke into giggles, surprised that Kristina was such a competent tickler. Then again after the tickling Anessa had given Kristina she was bound to have learned a few tricks. Anessa felt her knees going weak from the sudden tickle attack and dropped to the floor, giggling madly and trying to grab at the clasp of the ball gag behind her head.
Instead Kristina used Anessa's weakened state to drag her while tickling her to the lazy-boy seat in the lounge, picking up and plopping Anessa right smack-bang in the seat. With a free foot she kicked the side-toggle and the seat popped up and lay back, the foot rest rising up as back of the chair leaned back.
It was such a whirlwind of activity that Anessa was overwhelmed and unsure of what to do. She felt Kristina grab her wrists again by the chain that linked the leather cuffs around them and yanked the nine-year-olds arms over her head. Anessa looked up and was shocked to see Kristina holding some rope in her other hand in a quick-slip knot. The sixteen year old girl wrapped the knot around the chain and pulled down on the slack, drawing Anessa's unwilling arms over her and tight against the back of the couch. Before Anessa knew any better her arms were stretched ninety degrees up, the wrists just dangling over the edge of the seat back (which was almost horizontal by now).
Realising her predicament Anessa began rolling from side to side, trying to break free. Kristina however was mercilessly efficient, moving like a machine. She knelt down and picked up another set off leather cuffs from behind the seat and walked to the bottom of the lazy-boy chair, where Anessa was kicked her feet. Upon seeing the cuffs Anessa realised what sort of cuffs they were. These weren't normal leather cuffs (if there was such a thing), there were the special pair that Anessa's Dad used on her mum, with the unique five metal rings built into the top of the cuff to help with restraining the toes.
Kristin leaned down and grabbed Anessa's left root, holding the leather cuffs in one hand she used her free fingers to pull the white ankle-socks off the ankle and quickly wrapped the cuff around Anessa's small pale ankle. She pulled the leather cuff tight and buckled it shut. With practiced efficiency Kristina wordlessly grabbed Anessa's right ankle and again pulled the socks down a little before wrapping the other cuff around her ankle and buckling it tight. Now Anessa's ankles were restrained and at Kristina's mercy. The brunette grabbed the cuffs by the metal chain that linked them and pulled down, kneeling as she did and pinning Anessa's feet to the foot-rest, ankles dangling just over the edge of the foot-rest. Reaching down with her free hand Kristina grabbed some rope with the same quick-knot and wrapped it around the chain, pulling tight and removing any slack in Anessa's legs.
Panting with fear and blinking as though trying to ward off a bad nightmare, Anessa found herself expertly tied down to the family lazy-boy, arms stretched taught over her head, legs taught to and tied down.
Anessa tried to scream and form words, tried to plead to Kristina for mercy, but the ball-gag stopped her from doing anything more than weakly grunting and groaning. Without saying another word Kristina walked over to her backpack which had been cunningly hidden behind the couch, the self-same couch she had been tied to only a week ago and at Anessa's mercy, and knelt down. Reaching inside she pulled out a black blindfold and walked back to where Anessa was restrained. Before Anessa knew any better she was now blindfolded, unable to see her captor or what was in store for her. Anessa wasn't a stupid girl though, she had a very good idea what Kristina might have planned. But how she had managed this, Anessa still wasn't sure about that.
Anessa heard a scraping sound and then felt a small thump through the ground as a chair was placed beside her. Kristina sat down ungraciously, making a small grunt as she flopped into the chair.
Seconds passed as Anessa waited, the silence almost as painful as something unseen happening.
“You're probably wondering how I managed all of this?†Kristina finally spoke
Anessa merely grunted in return
“You'll probably want to blame your parentsâ€
With that Anessa began screaming loudly, both in rage and shock. How could they have done this, how could her parents have allowed Kristina to do this?
“It's quite ironic really. After you were grounded your father rang me and apologise again for what had happened. He explained that your family have some... perculiar tastes. But he said it wasn't fair that I was dragged into this, that it wasn't concensual. I told him I wouldn't have minded but after what you did to me... that was crossing a lineâ€
“So your father and your mother offered to make thing right, patch up our relationship. I still want to babysit you Anessa, but on my terms, from now onâ€
“So your father mentioned that he and your mother were going to another party today, one far out of town and one where they would have to spend the evening sleeping there. Apparently they aren't going to be home until late tomorrow afternoonâ€
“I left school early just to get here in time. I had a talk with your folks and they again apologise for what was done to me. I told your father it was okay, but he disagreedâ€
Anessa could feel her heart beating fluttering in her chest. The story she was being told, it was like her worst nightmare. Her parents had betrayed her, sold her old to some stupid babysitter all because Anessa had wanted to have some fun.
When Anessa felt Kristan's arm on her arm she jumped out of her skin, almost leaping out of the chair, but unable to shift more than a few centimeters.
“Your father or mother never said anything. But before they left your father left the master bedroom door open and the chest at the foot of their unlocked. He even winked to me once and made me promise not to do anything too... harsh. I shook his hand and they. Probably about twenty minutes before you got home.
Twenty minutes for me to look through that chest, twenty minutes for me to pick out a ball-gag and restraints. Twenty minutes to get the rope setup on the lazy-boy, twenty minutes for me to plan how to capture youâ€
Anessa winced when she felt Kristina's breath on her cheek, her mouth right beside her ear
“Twenty minutes for me to plan my revenge†she whispered
Anessa whimpered, but held back tears. She knew what was to come, but she would be brave, she would survive whatever her bitchy babysitter would do to her, show she was stronger.
Kristina's warm fingers snaked down the short cuffs of Anessa's school dress and came to rest on her bare and very exposed armpits. Even just feeling the fingers resting against the soft and sensitive flesh was enough to give Anessa small shivers of tickle-terror, minor snickers escaping from her gag.
“Revenge is sweet†Kristina whispered in the restrained nine-year-olds ear
Kristina began casually and slowly dragging her finger pads up and down Anessa's armpits, methodically covering the entire surface in slow steady strokes. Up and down her fingers went, casually and mechanically tickling Anessa. It was horrid, the warm fingers dragging giggles and laughs unwillingly out of Anessa's lungs, only to be muffled and cut down by her ball-gag. Up and down Kristina went, up and down, fingers sometimes lingering on a particularly sensitive spot, fingernails scratching the hollow when finger-pads weren't enough.
Kristina's fingers seemed to be everywhere, from where the armpit met the bicep, down into the hollow and the thin sensitive skin there to where the ribcage met the arm. For what seemed forever Kristina tickled Anessa's tickle-sensitized pits, never uttering a word, just tickling like a machine.
Finally Kristina stopped and Anessa was given a chance to gulp down air through her nose. Now Anessa knew her Kristina had felt, laughing madly and unable to draw breath through her mouth, lungs burning as she inhaled desperately through her nose.
“You got home at 3:20 Anessa†Kristina spoke again, “And you were just tickled for twenty minutes
Anessa's mind reeled. If that had only been twenty minutes, imagine what was going to happen over the next twenty four hours
“It's 3:40 and time to get ready for the real tickling. It's actually quite amusing Anessa but I've got a real hankering to tickle your ribs and that very cute belly of yoursâ€
Anessa felt Kristina drag her fingers ginglerly down her sides, eliciting small snickers and guffaws as she softly trailed her fingers down the sensitive flesh.
“But I've a problem. Just like you did to me, I want to tickle your bare flesh. But since you're wearing your school-dress that's going to be a problemâ€
Anessa suddenly wondered if she was off the hook. After all she was... and then a very worried though crossed Anessa's young mind. A thought of what she would do to Kristina if Kristina were in her situation.
“I guess we'll have to correct thatâ€
Anessa felt Kristina grab the hem of her school dress and pull it slowly up. Anessa's dress rode up her legs, over her hips, her chest and finally around her head. Fiddling with the collar Kristina pulled the dress over Anessa's head and down her arms to where they were cuffed, leaving the dress dangling over the edge of the lazy-boy. Anessa could help but blush. Kristina was a girl too so it wasn't as bad as if a boy were seeing her like this, but still Anessa felt slightly ashamed as she lay there in her pink knickers and white ankle socks. The rest of her was exposed and vulnerably, easy access to whatever Kristina felt like tickling.
“Much better†Kristina commented as she stood up
Anessa heard her captor walk over to where her bad lay and pick it up, walk back to where the extra chair was and sit down again. The sound of rummaging and several objects being taken out of the bag was the only noise Anessa could hear. There was the brief click and whir sound of some sort of mechanical device before it too went silent.
“Let's see how ticklish your torso is†Kristina said matter-of-factly
Before Anessa could protest Kristina began dragging her fingers up and down Anessa's flanks, from just below her armpits to where her hip bones were. Anessa's laughter was suddenly renewed, twisting and twitching in her bonds as much as she could. Kristina just dragged her fingers up and down Anessa's sides, stopping every now and then to dig into the flesh between her ribs, Anessa's laughter going up a (muffled) octave in response.
Kristina then spread her hands over Anessa's stomach, covering the pale milky flesh with both her hands. Anessa tried to suck her gut in, but her resistance was short lived as Kristina began digging her fingers into Anessa's belly, her stomach quaking up and down as Kristina pulled tickles from her victim. Anessa felt butterflies rushing around her pale belly as Kristina found all her worst ticklish spots, fingers darting up and down from ribs to hips, prodding and probing to get the best results. Anessa just screamed and squealed as her tummy was tickled to near exhaustion.
Again Kristina gave her victim a break, but chose not to speak. Anessa wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she was certain it was less that what she felt.
Kristina carefully grabbed the edges of Anessa's pink panties and lowered them enough to expose her pale and very sensitive abdomen. Before Anessa could protest she felt eight galloping fingers rushing down her abdomen, like spider legs rushing up and down her flesh. The tickling was less torture and more a constant stream of soft tickles, which was nearly as bad for Anessa. Kristina seemed to know all of Anessa's weak-spots. The redhead wondered between guffaws if her parent had told Kristina where to target, where to best seek her revenge and repay the debt they felt they owed her babysitter.
Anessa changed from maddening giggles to full-fledged laughter when Kristina shifted her focus from Anessa's abdomen to have hip bones. Digging both thumbs in with earnest she tickled and tortured the girls hips, inside and out. With her free fingers she tickled and dragged around Anessa's panty-covered bottom, surprising the redhead with how ticklish her bottom was. But Kristina was merciless and unabashed about getting results, so she tickled away, sending the redhead into another fit of giggles.
Anessa sighed with relief when Kristina stopped to give her a breather.
“It's now four o'clock†she announced
Anessa's mind boggled at how the tickling seemed to drag on. She wondered if it had been as bad for Kristina. Some part of her began to doubt whether capturing and tickling her babysitter mercilessly had been such a good idea. If only forty minutes had passed, how could she stand the rest of the night. She might be mad by the end of it.
“You're not the only one with tools Anessa. I'm sure you'll remember the feather you used so expertly against meâ€
Anessa wanted to groan, but it was interrupted by the whisper-soft tickles that rushed across her tummy. The redhead sucked her gut down but it was no use, Kristina following the rising and falling of her quaking tummy as she belted out laugh after laugh. The feather was soon joined by a second and the two began doing laps around and around Anessa's belly, circling her navel like a pair of sharks. Her giggling going up another notch, Anessa dreaded what would happen once a feather made it into her cute innie-navel. Her questions were answered when one feather ducked into her belly-button and began spinning quickly around. Anessa howled with laughter and tried to shift her stomach side to side, but Kristina followed her struggled movements, one feather doing laps around her navel while the other twisted inside.
The feathers broke their original laps and went down to Anessa's abdomen, running across her ticklish hips and the top of her panties, driving the girl to distraction with whispery-soft tickles. The feathers then went north, rushing up Anessa's ribs to her armpits before burying themselves in her sensitive hollows. Anessa could think, all she could feel was tickle, two feather spinning and dancing up and down her armpits, the softness of the feathers a horror to feel. Fingers you could bear, fingers were a constant sensation. Feathers were like a tickle itch, something you couldn't scratch away, something that was so light and airy it wasn't right, it was faint and yet it drew all your focus.
So Anessa giggled and screeched as the feathers made quick work of her armpits. But when they stopped exploring her armpits and moved onto her chest Anessa was confused. She could feel the two feathers doing circling laps around the edges of her chest, sometimes snaking down her sternum to tickle the skin around there. Like her navel Anessa got the impression of two feather sharks circling their prize. But she wasn't sure what Kristina was going to do next. Wasn't sure or wasn't willing to contemplate.
“You're a pretty good tickler†Kristina explained as she circled her two feathers around Anessa's ticklish chest, “But there are some areas that you didn't tickle. I on the other hand, I'm willing to tickle almost anywhere. And that includes hereâ€
Anessa realised what Kristina was circling and began protesting loudly. She knew she was a ticklish girl, but the though of someone tickling there filled her with dread.
The two feathers suddenly dipped down and began circling Anessa's nipples, the feather-soft touch unlike anything Anessa had felt around there. With practiced movements Kristina circled both feathers around Anessa's pale areolas, the feathers path dragging shocked giggles from the redhead. Anessa had never know that her nipples could be ticklish, the though of being tickle-tortured around there had never occurred to her. But Kristina had thought about it and planned accordingly.
So when Kristina placed both her feathers directly over Anessa's nipples and began twisting them over the pale areolas Anessa's giggles turned into mini-screeches, her voice squeaking with shock and surprise at the tickling. Over and over Kristina tickled Anessa's chest, never slowly or stopping. Sometimes she would let one feather lazily drag down to her belly and eventually navel, inserting the feather into Anessa's belly-button. And so Anessa's ticklish navel competed for attention with whichever nipple she would be tickling simultaneously. But eventually Kristina would return to tickling both nipples simultaneously, feather dragging across the soft flesh of both mounds, extracting maddened laughter from Anessa. Kristina would even saw one nipples between two feather, taking Anessa's tickle hysteria to a new level.
The young redhead felt her nipples might explode from all the tickling, but Kristina never stopped or relented. She did however eventually slow down, easing up on the tickle torture. Finally Kristina slowed to the point where she was just faintly dusting the feathers over Anessa's nipples, enough to keep her sensitized and acutely aware of just how vulnerable she was.
“If you think the feathers are bad, wait until you experience the Q-tipâ€
Anessa shuddered with the though, but focused on drawing breath and trying to keep awake. She was exhausted from all the tickling and nearly ready to fall over.
“I think I've tickled your upper half for long enough, for now. I'll come back to your ticklish top-end in a little bit. But first I think I'll tickle you feet to give your chest time to recharge it's ticklishnessâ€
Anessa squeaked a protest, but felt it silenced when Kristina swished both feathers across her areolas. The tickling finally stopped and Kristina stood up, dragging her chair down the foot of lazy-boy.
Warm fingers curled around her sock and Anessa felt both of them almost reverently rolled up her feet before being plucked off her toes. The cool afternoon air caressed Anessa's pale feet and she wiggled her toes in an attempt to distract herself from her still tickle-itchy nipples.
“I'm not like you Anessa, I won't tease or play with you. I'm going straight for the kill, so no sock-tickling. Just straight bare feet and restrained feet too. I found some interesting things in your parents chest, some very nice little helpers. I'm just glad that your mother has such small feetâ€
Anessa wasn't sure what Kristina was talking about, until she felt a small elastic loop around her left big toe. The loop wrapped around the bottom of her big toe and held it snug. Anessa then felt her toe slow and inexorably drawn back until it was stretched back taught. The same thing was doen to her right big toe. In her mind's eye Anessa could see Kristina using the same elastic toe-ties that her father used on her mother. There were small elastic loops with stretchy elastic string attached to the end. The loop was placed around the toe and then tie back to the metal ring on the cuffs. When all ten were tied to the victims toes they expertly pinned back the toes and spread them, allowing the captor complete access to the victims soles.
And so Anessa whimpered as she felt her small feet expertly restrained. Each toe was stretched back and spread apart from the others. Her arches and soles taught from the restraint, exposed and vulnerable. Anessa knew she had very cute feet, with the pale soles of a redhead and cute little toes. Her toes were neither long nor short for her age, but they had a luscious curve to them and round pads that ended off her pale toe-stems. Her toenails were round and normal for her size, kept short and neat. And Anessa's soles were to die for, curved and soft, arches high and the balls of her feet evident. Being a redhead Anessa's toe pads, soles and heels were only a shade darker than her milky pale arches and the tops of her feet, which suited her perfectly.
Kristina blew over Anessa's girls and sent the nine-year-old into shivers.
“Time to see how ticklish these toes are...â€