Thanks to sarumansauron. To Wyatt999, I was tickled lots of times while tied up, like in this part. But haven't been tied shirtless. I don't know why, it just didn't happen.
Winter 1966-67
Andrew Strikes
Part IV
Andrew's Revenge
(m/mf)
“I think its time to tell them what’s going on,” said Andrew as soon as David searched for more rope to bind her sister.
“You do it,” said David. “I’m going to tie up Nancy here.”
“Suit yourself. Now let’s get to business,” said Andrew. “Tom, Louise, and especially you, Angela, the reason you’re tied up here has nothing to do with any games. We’re not playing. Rather it is me getting you back for what you did a few days ago. Remember when you tied up Betty and Maggie? I wanted to tie little sister up first, and you had to spoil it! And I warned you repeatedly not to violate that rule, but what did you do when I wasn’t around?”
I was silent as I was too stunned to do anything, not that I could do much at all given my current situation. Angela immediately began to struggle and shout and make as much ruckus as she could, but she can’t do much. She was angry that Andrew would get revenge over this.
“Oh shut up, Angela, or I’ll hogtie you,” Andrew snapped.
It calmed her down.
At the same time that he was telling us why we were here, David had been binding his little sister. His tie-up work was identical to what Nancy did to Angela: Nancy’s hands were crossed behind her, were tied in a crisscross fashion horizontally and vertically, then cinched in the middle, then tied around her waist and hands and cinched between her back and wrists.
“Now, David, Donald and I decided that we’ll have to punish you for that,” Andrew, meantime, said, continuing his speech.
“Hey, will I be involved in the punishment?” asked Nancy.
“No. You and Cathy will just watch,” said his brother as he tied up Nancy.
“Ha! Serves you right, Angie!” said Nancy, who then stuck out her tongue at Angela.
Angela loudly grunted at Nancy, to which David’s blond sister responded, “you can’t say anything! I can! Ha! Ha! You’re such a loser!”
Angela grunted more, and Nancy said, “Angela, you’re so mmpphhh—” Whatever she has to say was cut off when David put a rolled up sock into her talking open mouth.
“I’m sorry, but you talk too much,” said David.
Donald tore a couple of strips of tape which he put on Nancy’s mouth. David tied a bandana around the back of her head to protect her. After that, he finally wrapped the packaging tape around her head over her mouth, identically to how Angela was gagged. He finished by tying her legs and ankles, and putting her besides me in the couch.
“Ah, silence,” said Andrew, who was interrupted by the one way spat between Angela and Nancy. “Where was I? Oh yes. Well, we are going to punish you for breaking the nine-year-old rule. How? Well, we’ll do it the old fashioned way. We’ll tickle you!”
Little did I know that I was about to experience one of the most intense tickle sessions that I have every gone through.
“Donald, you go first!” Andrew invited.
“Thanks cousin,” said Donald as he approached me. He removed his gloves which he kept on him when we entered the house. He quickly dug his fingers into my armpit. Now, even though David’s house was way warmer than my house, it was still cool, so I still had my sweater on, which meant that I was partially shielded from the tickling fingers especially as I was now tied up and it would be impossible to remove it with me bound. However, I was very sensitive in the armpit area, and soon, I lost it.
I gave out a smattering of giggles, but it was really loud laughs without the gag. Using his other hand, he tickled my other armpit, and soon, I was laughing as hard as I can considering my situation. He did not stop to give me breaks. I tried to shout “Stop!”, “I’m sorry!” but whatever I said was garbled by my gag.
I was nearly in tears by the time he stopped about a couple of minutes later. I breathed deeply, but my gag limited it only through my nose. However, the respite was brief as David replaced Donald as my tickler, and he immediately sent me into laughing hell. In fact, he was even crueller than my cousin.
I could hear Angela, besides me, laugh as well. It didn’t sound loud, but that was because of the gag. It was continuous. I couldn’t see her, but it was plain to me that she got as good, if not worse, than what I got. It was Andrew who tickled Angela and he seemed to relish the chance to tickle her little body until she laughed her head off. I could also hear Louise laugh, but it wasn’t as intense. My new friend was only tickled when Donald got off me and my cousin went to her, but he didn’t tickle her as intensely as I was. Donald later told me that she was new, he didn’t know her that much compared to the others, and that he didn’t know her limits so he didn’t tickle her as much. But to Louise at least, she told me later, it was the worst tickling experience she had in her nine years on earth. Nancy and Cathy watched on, bound and gagged, from their positions, presumably glad that they weren’t sharing our fate.
After about fifteen minutes, they stopped. I was glad. I was getting ready to burst. I was red and breathing hard, and despite the cold weather, I was dripping in sweat.
“Now that you know the consequences of what will happen to rule breakers,” Andrew said, “I’ll ask you, are you sorry that you broke the nine-year-old rule? If you’re not, then we’ll tickle you until you are!”
I immediately nodded my head. I was really sorry when we were caught by my mother, and besides, I was willing to do anything to avoid more tickling.
Louise did too. She was more the follower than leader in this case, and she didn’t relish to be tickled more.
However, Angela, to our surprise, defiantly shook her head.
Andrew only laughed. “I’m glad you refused!” he said as he immediately dug her fingers into her ticklish parts. He by now knew where she was really ticklish, and soon, she was laughing hard. Her resistance soon collapsed, and the next time my brother asked her if she was sorry, she nodded her head.
“I’m glad you’re all sorry,” Andrew said. “We’ll leave you here until lunch so you can think about what you did!”
The nerve of my brother! He was only a year older than us, yet sometimes, he’s acting like he’s ten years my senior.
But what can we do, tied up as we were?
David went to where Nancy and Cathy were sitting. He went and tried to untie her, but Nancy scooted away and shook her head.
“You don’t want me to untie you now?” asked David.
“Ummmphhh,” Nancy said, shaking her head.
“Let me remove your gag,” said David.
Nancy shook her head. “Nmmmmpph,” she said. “Mmmpph phnnnn mmphhh phhhh!”
“So when do you want to be untied?” asked David.
Nancy looked at us, and said, “mmpphh.”
“Oh!” Andrew interjected. “You want to be untied the same time they are?”
“Ummphh mphhhh phhhhh!” Nancy was now nodding her head.
“What about you, Cathy?” asked David. “You want to be freed?”
Cathy looked at her sister. Nancy grunted and shook her head.
Cathy then looked at his brother, and shook her head.
“Well, if that is what you both want, it’s fine with me,” said David.
With that, they left us alone.