After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby kidnap boy » Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:22 am

Here is the continuation of the Championship Tickle Fight story involving me, Dena, Marissa and Jamie.

To recap – we had a tickle fight tournament at Dena’s house over their college Spring Break. Marissa and I lost in the first round and we then became hostages, tied up and gagged and forced to watch Dena and Jamie go for the championship, and we were doomed to a night of inevitable tickle torture.

Dena – my beautiful, blonde, black belt near-superhero of a friend - won the championship by tickling Jamie to the point where she was forced to scream “Mercy!,” but rather than also turn Jamie into her tickle hostage for the night, she decided to make Jamie her partner instead. The two of them took me and Marissa upstairs, tied us down to Dena’s mom’s king-sized bed together, gagged us and spent the next 2 hours tickle-torturing us nearly to death. Then they took our gags off and left us in the room, ordering us to keep quiet or face more torture.

The sky was now mostly dark - it was past 7 pm, and our tickle fight had started way back around 2:30 – the room was mostly darkened as Marissa and I lay there, tied down next to each other, as our giggling kidnappers waved goodbye and left the room for awhile, closing the door behind them.

The story picks up from there.

So Marissa and I lay there in the semi-dark, tied down the bed in Dena’s Mom’s room and totally stretched out. Our hands were tied to the headboard over our heads with handcuffs and rope, and our bare feet were tied together at the ankles with handcuffs and tied down to the footboard with rope. I wore a black tee shirt and jeans. Marissa wore a short-sleeved dark green v-neck blouse with short puffy sleeves and grey cargo pants.

We were tied down tightly and had most recently endured our bare feet being mercilessly tickled by Dena with the help of the electric toothbrush – without the brush and just using the spindle, which Dena called the FTD, or foot tickling device. Both of us had been gagged while our bare feet were tortured, me with Marissa’s dirty socks and Marissa with Jamie’s white cable-knit sock-clad feet, and screamed and laughed and cried ourselves into near-insanity. Even now, a half-hour or more since being left by our captors tied down in the dark, we were still giggling and panting and bundles of nerves from the brutal tickle-torture we’d received.

Dena and Jamie didn’t gag us this time – they told us no talking or they WOULD gag us again – and we obeyed like the obedient hostages we were forced to be. We were wiped out – the day had included so much tickling that we had to endure (first in the tickle fights, then as helpless prisoners and the hands and feet of two sadistic torturers) that we felt we couldn’t take anymore.

Personally, I was exhilarated too, partly loving being tickled to death and partly dreading it because I was SO damn ticklish. Marissa, even more ticklish than I was, I suspected felt exhilarated at some level too. But she was so ticklish – moreso than anyone I had ever met – that she was in laughing, giggle-filled agony.

Finally she spoke.

“I can’t take anymore of this Jess! I can’t take being tickled anymore!” Marissa whispered, giggling the whole time and writhing nervously. “I really think I can’t take anymore! We’ve gotta get out of here. We need to escape!”

“How do we do that?” I whispered back with a laugh. “We’re totally tied down. Chained down, really – even if we could untie our hands and feet from the ropes, there’s no way we can get the handcuffs undone without a key?”

“Let me try to kick my feet free – if I can do that maybe I can swing my feet up and use my toes to untie the knots tying up your hands,” Marissa said excitedly. Not a good plan – not one that would work, anyway. But she looked pretty damn cute kicking her feet violently, trying to get them untied, panting and a squeaking a little as she did it. She was gorgeous – the PERFECT damsel in distress!

After about 5 minutes of trying Marissa stopped. “I can’t do it – they tied my feet down too well. Damn!”

Then she turned to me.

“How about we start screaming and get them up here?” Marissa asked, looking over at me with an adorable smile on her face, her arms stretched tightly over her head and her short puffy sleeves hiked up to the tops of her arms. “We say you don’t feel well, that you feel sick or I feel sick. They untie one of us and then one of us can free the others?”

“I don’t think they’ll go for that, I really don’t…” I started to say, but was interrupted by the door quickly opening! Dena and Jamie were back!

“You know Jamie,” Dena said, standing at the door with her arms folded in front of her, where we could just sort of make out her silhouette in the dark, “the advantage to walking around with your shoes off is your hostages never hear you coming!” And with that Dena flicked on the light and she and Jamie slowly made their way over to the bed, standing at the footboard at our bound feet.

Jamie now wore a light-blue short-sleeved 3 button tennis shirt and blue sweatpants. Dena wore the same black short-sleeved v-neck blouse with short puffy sleeves she had on before, and green cargo pants. Both smiled like sadists.

“I thought we told you two no talking!” Jamie demanded, reaching down to run her index finger over the bare sole of my right foot. I yelped. “Do I need to tickle you some more to teach you obedience, Jess?!”

“Seriously!” Dena said, doing the same thing to Marissa’s bare feet, running her index finger down her defenseless foot while Marissa yelped too. “Are we going to have to gag you two again? Do we need to stick dirty socks in your mouths again?”

“No!” Marissa begged. “We’ll be good! We’ll be good!”

“She’s right! We’re sorry!” I pleaded, and Dena and Jamie just laughed.

“Actually, we were talking about letting one of you go!” Dena said.

“ME! Make it me, please! I can’t take anymore tickling! I’ll do anything you tell me! Just please untie me! PLEASE!” Marissa begged, startling me by how, well, pathetic she sounded.

“Gee, thanks Mariss! So much for sticking together!” I said, smirking.

“I’m sorry, honey! But I am so much more ticklish than you are! I don’t think I can take anymore! I’m sorry!” Marissa explained, smiling at me.

“Are you two finished?” Dena asked, walking around to my side on the right side of the bed while Jamie walked over to Marissa on the left, and then quickly gagging me with her hand. Dena’s hand felt soft and warm over my mouth. “Jamie, put your hand over Marissa’s mouth – we need them quiet for this part!”

Jamie grinned, looked down at a helpless Marissa, and placed her hand over her mouth.

Marissa and I both grunted into our respective handgags and looked up at our smiling, very-in-control captors.

“Oh good. We have your attention!” Dena smiled. “As I was saying, we are thinking of letting one of you two go. We thought that maybe one of you could be released and we could keep that person as our slave for the night. You won’t be tickled or tortured anymore, but you will be totally under our command. If we give you an order, you’ll follow it. STARTING with getting everyone dinner and then cleaning up the kitchen!” Dena said. “How does that sound?”

Marissa and lay there, saying and doing nothing.

“Or we could keep both of you as our hostages and resume the tickle-torture. How does that sound instead?” Dena asked, wiggling her fingers in the air over my body as Jamie did the same over Marissa.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” we both grunted into the handgags, as if to say, “NO! Your plan is cool!”

“Good!” Jamie said as she stopped wiggling her fingers. “I totally don’t want to cook tonight! Or clean!”

“Good to hear it,” Dena said, also stopping her wiggling fingers. “Will you both stay quiet if we take our hands off your mouths?”

Marissa and I nodded. Dena and Jamie took their hands off of our mouths.

“See, both of you lost to us in the tickle fight, and your punishment is being tied up, gagged and tickled all night. So you both earned the torture you have received so far!” Dena said. “But we also think that it would be nice to show some mercy to one of you. The question is, which one?”

“So,” Jamie jumped in, “we decided to come up with a little competition!”

Marissa and I looked at each other, curious, but didn’t dare speak.

“At first we thought we would make you two have a tickle fight of your own, with the loser becoming the only torture victim for the night,” Dena said. “But that would mean untying you both, and if we did that there would always be a chance you two could plot an escape from us. Or even try and overpower us. Not likely, but there was a chance. So we ruled out another tickle fight.”

“Plus,” Jamie said, slowly and grinning, “WE want to be the ones tickling you – we earned that right, and there’s no reason for us to lose it!”

Marissa and I still said nothing, but now we were even more nervous.

“You see, to be a skilled tickle-torturer, you need to prove yourself to be worthy and tough. Jamie and I proved that against each of you by tickling you both into submission,” Dena said, grinning ear to ear. “So neither of you has proven yourselves tough at all. And neither of you has earned the right to be untied…..YET!”

“So…” Jamie said. “We’re going to play a little game. A little competition. Between the two of you. And the winner will get untied and freed from the torture chamber.”

“Again, whichever one of you wins the competition won’t be entirely free – you’ll still be our slave! But you won’t get tickled or tortured anymore tonight, and if you do what we say you’ll slowly win back your privileges as free human beings!” Dena giggled. “Would you like to know what the competition is?”

I swallowed hard, but nodded. What choice did I have? Marissa let out a deep sigh, giggling under her breath very nervously, but she nodded too.
“You will both be given a chance to prove how tough you are – how strong you are!” Dena said. “Whoever is tougher and stronger will be freed. Whoever isn’t…well…you’ll get more tickling and more torture!”

“What do we have to do?” I asked, then stopped myself, realizing I might not be allowed to speak. “I mean…sorry!”

“Oh that’s OK sweetie! Good question!” Dena said, now climbing onto the bed to straddle by bound body. She still wore those same green-grey argyle socks on her feet. “The good news is neither one of you has to move – we can do this competition with you both tied down!”

“Dena…please…” Marissa said.

But Dena put her finger to her lips and Jamie then lowered her hand onto Marissa’s mouth again. Dena whispered, “I don’t want to gag you again, sweetie, but talk again and I will!”

Marissa nodded, handgagged by Jamie, who now came onto the bed and straddled Marissa the same way Dena straddled me. Jamie still wore those white cable-knit kneesocks that she’d put on earlier – her 3rd pair of the day.

“One of you will prove yourself to be stronger and tougher than the other,” Jamie said.
“And that person will win!”

“And there’s really only one way to prove who’s tougher!” Dena smiled. “We’re gonna tickle you both, and whoever can take it the longest is the winner!”

Marissa squealed into Jamie’s hand and shook her head “NO!” and I groaned, “Oh no!”

“Oh yes!” Dena said, lowering her face down to mine, kissing my cheek, and then leaving her face an inch from mine. “Would you like to know how we plan to do this?”

“Not really,” I smiled weakly.

“Well, I’ll tell you anyway!” Dena whispered, then spoke louder. “We’re going to play a best of 7 game, like the World Series or NBA playoffs. We’ll play 7 rounds max, and the first of you to win 4 is the winner.”

“In each round, we’re going to tickle you, one at a time. Dena is the better tickler, so she’ll do the tickling and I’ll run the stopwatch….but don’t worry, whoever loses, I GET to tickle you first as soon as the game is over!” Jamie taunted.

“I’ll tickle you both, one at a time, and the object is for you to not make a sound while I do. Or at least, not too loud a sound. You can thrash and squirm all you want, but but you must remain close to silent. The clock starts as soon as I start tickling you – not before. So if I want to stand over you wiggling my fingers and taunting you for a minute, that time doesn’t count until I start tickling. Jamie will sit across the room with the stopwatch, and once she hears you, you’ll be done and she’ll stop the clock,” Dena said. “Then I’ll tickle the next person, and Jamie will time that person too. The person who stays quiet longer wins that round, and the score is 1-0. Understand?”

“Um…” I said, now terrified.

“Let’s say I tickle Marissa first and she lasts 6 seconds before she starts screaming or laughing or whatever. Jamie stops the clock and I stop tickling,” Dena said. “Then Jamie resets the stopwatch and start tickling Jess. Let’s say he lasts, say, 10 seconds before screaming or yelping or whatever. That means he’ll win that round, 10 to 6!”

“And,” Jamie added, “while Dena will TRY to tickle you both the same way – like, say, in round 1 she’ll tickle your feet, in round 2 she’ll tickle your ribs and so on – there’s no guarantee.”

“Right! Thanks Jamie!” Dena added, still straddling me while Jamie straddled Marissa. Dena talked with her hands and I watched as they moved in the air over my body – she looked so powerful and dominating, yeah, it was sexy! “A few rounds will have a ‘theme’ tickle to them, like Jamie said. But others will be freestyle tickling, with me tickling you anyway I want until I get you to cry out. And the last round will DEFINITELY be freelance, if we reach the 7th round! Got it?”

“Oh my God,” I muttered. “You two are crazy!”

“Is that a yes, Jess?” Dena asked, fluttering her fingers over my helpless armpits in a lovingly but threatening way.

“YES! It’s a yes! I can’t believe how evil you two are!!!!” I shouted and Dena just giggled.

“Marissa?” Jamie said, finally taking her hand off her mouth.

“Oh God…oh GOD!” Marissa gasped, but then quickly said, “YES! What choice do I have?!”

“None! Unless you want to forfeit and make Jess the winner?” Dena said, laughing. “OK. Jamie, why don’t we go get the tools we need and give our two little hostages a chance to get themselves ready.”

As she said that, Dena hopped off me knelt between Marissa and me on the bed, and she reached into one of her cargo pants pockets and pulled out a folded pair of red socks. She unfolded them – they were cable-knit and long – and then rolled each sock up individually, from the toe up to the opening.

“Open your mouth, Jess!” Dena ordered, holding the rolled up sock over me. “You guys are going to be gagged until the competition starts.”

“Dena please!” I begged, turned my head away.

“Don’t worry – these socks are clean. I promise! We just need to keep you quiet until we get back,” Dena said, smiling. “C’mon, Jess. You know the drill. Open your mouth!”

I did and Dena stuffed the rolled up sock in to gag me.

“I wouldn’t spit that out if I were you!” Dena said, rolling the other sock up and looking down at Marissa. “Open up, Mariss!”

Marissa obeyed and Dena stuffed the other sock, neatly rolled up, into her mouth. As gags went, these clean socks were about as merciful as Dena could ever get! 

“Be right back, hostages! Remember, think TOUGH!” Dena said with a giggle, hopping to her feet as she and Jamie ran out the door and closed it, this time leaving the lights on.

Marissa and I just lay there, gagged and tied down and totally helpless. Marissa turned her head to look at me and I wished I could have leaned in and kissed her – she looked so gorgeous and helpless with her hands bound over her had, her short-sleeved arms exposed and the sockgag neatly placed in her mouth! But I couldn’t – I couldn’t reach her and plus, I was gagged too.

Marissa and I lay there bound and gagged, I guess trying to get our “strength” saved up, whatever that means, for about 5 minutes. Dena and Jamie came back in at that point. Jamie carried an electronic timer and two blindfolds (scarves, really – one black and one white). Dena carried a small paper bag, presumably of tickle-torture tools.

“Are our hostages ready to play?” Dena asked, giggling, standing at the foot of the bed. “Are we ready to see who can take more tickling?”

Marissa and I both grunted and nodded, against our will. Jamie sat in a stuffed chair on the other side of the room. Dena took our gags out, and we gasped and thanked her.

“OK. Whoever is not being tickled will have to be gagged again,” Dena said, pulling the roll of silver duct tape from the bag. “We need to be able to hear only the person being tickled. But you have a choice – we can gag you with that clean sock or the tape. Your call.”

“The sock!” I said. “Taking that tape on and off will KILL!”

“Yeah, the sock….but we can’t just promise to keep quiet,” Marissa asked meekly.

“Hostages don’t get to make promises!” Dena smirked, giving Marissa’s bare foot a quick tickle. Marissa yelped. The Dena laughed. “This is gonna be so much fun!”

“I’ll be over here – I’ll watch closely for Dena to start and start the clock the second she starts tickling you. And then I’ll close my eyes and listen for the first sound you make, and I’ll stop it immediately,” Jamie said, sitting Indian-style in the chair. “That way we know everything is fair.”

Dena pulled a quarter out of her pocket. “Heads or tails? Marissa, you call it.”

“Heads,” Marissa said as Dena flipped it.

“Heads it is! Marissa, do you want to be tickled first or last,” Dena asked.

“I’ll go first! Having to wait for it would be excruciating!” Marissa said.

“You should go last, Marissa!” I blurted out. “That way you know what you have to aim for!” (I DIDN’T want to go last – too much pressure, I thought)

“Shut up, Jess!” Marissa giggled very nervously. “This is bad enough – I don’t need a coach!”

“Yeah, shut up Jess!” Dena said, walking over and stuffing the sock back in my mouth. Dena then walked over to Marissa’s side of the bed, her grin wide and her eyes huge and gleaming as she stood over her helpless bound hostage with her fingers wiggling in the air. “Ready????”

“I guess,” Marissa squeaked, her arms and face all flush red with nervousness.

“For Round 1 – just regular, brutal tickle torture – I’ll tickle you both the same way. Like this!” Dena said, wiggling her fingers fast in the air over Marissa’s bound body, while Marissa squirmed and writhed on the bed.

“OK….GO!” Dena yelled and quickly thrust her wildly tickling fingers into Marissa’s stomach and rib cage.

“AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Marissa screamed instantly. I laughed into my gag. Maybe this would be an easy win – after all, Marissa was more ticklish than any of us.

“WHOA!” Dena said, stopped and startled and laughing hard. “THAT was easy!”

“Oh my God!” Jamie said. “1.12 seconds! Marissa, that is AWFUL!”

“I can’t help it!” Marissa squealed. “You know how ticklish I am! I am dead!”

“OK. Anyway, Jess, it’s your turn,” Dena said, gagging Marissa with a sock and taking my sockgag out. Dena then stood over me, again, with a crazy grin on her face and her eyes the size of quarters. “Ready Jamie?”

“Ready!” Jamie said.

“Wait!” I yelled. “Once I pass Marissa’s time can Jamie tell you to stop?”

“Noooooooooooo!” Dena cooed, leaning down to kiss me. “It’s up to YOU to stop the tickling, NOT me!”

I sighed and readied myself as Dena again stood maniacally over me, her fingers wiggling fast.

“GO!” Dena yelled and started tickling me in the same wild and fast way she tickled Marissa, into my rib cage and stomach. I sucked in an held my breath to prevent myself from screaming – GOD it tickled so much! Dena’s fingers tickled me at lightning speed and I loudly exhaled and screamed out loud “AHHHHHHH!”

“Good job, Jess! 6.2 seconds!” Jamie said, showing Dena the stopwatch, then me and Marissa.

“Round 1 to Jess. He leads 1-0!” Dena announced. “For Round 2, you guys get the same tickle-torture. This time….I’ll tickle your neck!”

I groaned – maybe my most ticklish spot. Marissa said, “Oh GOD!”

Dena climbed onto the bed between us and stuffed the sock back in my mouth. She then straddled Marissa and wiggled her fingers about 2 inches from Marissa’s helpless neck. Marissa suppressed a squeal and kept her lips jammed together, her arms like mine, tightly bound above her head.

“Hellloooooo my precious little tickle victim!” Dena taunted brutally. “Maybe I’ll wait an hour before I start tickling you! Wouldn’t you just looooooooooove having to wait for me to tickle you??????”

Marissa squealed softly, clearly in agony.

“GO!” Dena shouted and began to tickle-torture Marissa’s long, pretty neck. Marissa writhed and gasped but didn’t make a sound. Dena giggled and kept her fingers moving up and down Marissa’s helpless neck, grinning at her hostage’s reaction. But Marissa stayed quiet, suppressing her screams as her face turned beet red.

“mmmmmmmmmmmmm….AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Marissa finally burst out laughing, the laugh coming slowly like an air leak. Uh oh – that took a while, I thought.

“22 seconds – WHEW!” Jamie said. “I don’t think Jess can top that!”

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” Marissa gasped, laughing hard.

“Good job, honey!” Dena told Marissa affectionately, reaching down to kiss her on the forehead before picking the sock up with her hand. “Here – open up. AHHH!”

Marissa opened her mouth and Dena gagged her again with the sock. Then she straddled me, took the sock out of my mouth, and gave me another crazy grin.

“THIS little boy has a very, VERY ticklish little neck,” Dena said sweetly, wiggling her fingers in front of me. “And I am going to tickle him soooooooo badly!”

I squirmed under her while Marissa watched, clearly smiling through her sock gag.

“GO!” Dena said and as soon as her fingers touched my neck I lost it. I gasped hard – almost out loud, held on for a second, and then screamed “STOP! STOP!”

Dena stopped and giggled in a sinister way. Marissa spit her gag out and yelled, “Yes!”

“3.5 seconds – that stinks, Jess! It’s now 1-1!” Jamie announced.

“Marissa, sweetie,” Dena said calmly, getting off me and walking to the foot of the bed. “If you spit that sockgag out again it is going to cause you to forfeit the round!”

“OK! Sorry!” Marissa apologized, giddy.

“Round 3,” Dena announced. “Jamie, blindfold Marissa and gag Jess!”

Jamie got up and walked over to the bed while I groaned and Marissa squealed, “Oh GOD!”

Jamie giggled, stuffing my sockgag back in and then blindfolding Marissa with a black scarf. I loved the way Marissa looked, tied down and blindfolded!

“Jamie, you’ll need to stay close for this one,” Dena said, standing on the side of the bed next to Marissa’s bound and blindfolded body while Jamie stood next to her with the stopwatch. “Because I don’t know how long I am going to taunt my helpless hostage before I start tickling her! And when she is blindfolded I am not going to yell ‘Go!’”

Marissa squealed quietly again, clearly scared to death!

Dena lowered her hands just above Marissa’s bound body, and then proceeded to taunt her sadistically. It was like this:

“Can you feel my hands so close to your helpless body? Can you feel that? Should I tickle you now/ Or now? How about now? I could taunt you all night and watch you suffer, Marissa! Yes I could. Maybe I will! You’re tied up and blindfolded and so helpless! I could keep this up alllllll night if I want to! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee,” Dena taunted, so mercilessly. Marissa squirmed and quiveredm, biting her lip.

Finally Dena quickly lowered her fingers into Marissa’s exposed armpits and began tickling her like a crazy woman. Marissa sucked in air out of shock, just like I did, and then held her breath with what must have been every ounce of strength she had in her gorgeous body. Marissa’s short puffy sleeves were totally up by her shoulders now, leaving even more of her arms exposed. Dena continued her brutal assault on Marissa’s armpits with her ultra-fast tickling fingers and then fired them into her upper ribcage, tickling her up and down. Finally Marissa screamed so loud it shocked all of us.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!” Marissa screamed, and Dena quickly stopped tickling her and shoved the sock back in her mouth.

“14.8 seconds – that’s way better than I thought you’d do!” Jamie announced, impressed.

Marissa kept screaming into the gag, blindfolded still, and Dena standing over her alongside the bed covered the sockgag with her hand and said, “Shh sweetie. It’s over. But I can’t take your gag out until you calm down!”

After about a minute Marissa finally calmed down, and Dena took the sock out of her mouth and untied her blindfold.

“No more! I can’t take anymore!” Marissa said, teary-eyed and giggling like crazy. Dena stuffed the sock back in her mouth and spoke soothingly.

“Don’t worry, honey. It’s Jessie’s turn!” Dena said, slowly walking over to my side of the bed, while Jamie followed with a white blindfold. “Ready, Kidnap Boy?!”

I writhed while Jamie blindfolded me, and I felt Dena straddling me.

“THIS is going to be soooooo easy! Because I will just tickle this bad little boy on his neck until he screams, and I knooooow he can’t take that!” Dena taunted. “Awww. Are you scared, honey? Scared that I am going to tickle you to death? Huh? Huh? Such a cute little tickle hostage – can you feel my fingers getting closer? Can you? Because when they want to they are going to tickle you so bad your screams will be heard miles away! Ooooh, Jamie, I love to tickle-torture my little Kidnap Boy!”

The taunting kept up for at least another minute before everything went quiet, and stayed that way for….I don’t know how long. 30 seconds? A minute? 2 minutes? I had no clue, but every second of having to wait for Dena to tickle me was like 10 minutes of agonizing torture. I held my breathed and quietly whimpered.

Dena quickly started tickling my armpits, same as Marissa, with savage glee, and I was so off-guard that I gasped, tried to hold my breath, couldn’t and just screamed out, “Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Dena laughed and stopped tickling me, and she pulled the blindfold off and kissed me on the cheek. Her arms, bare from her puffy short black sleeves on down, had goosebumps – THAT’S how excited she was!

“Only 5.2 seconds, Jess! Marissa takes the 2-1 lead!” Jamie announced, and quickly stuffed the sock back in my mouth. I just grunted and gasped, feeling I was reaching my limit on being tickled. I felt like I was about to break!

“Let’s start Round 4 quickly, before anyone gets a break. No taunting this time – part of proving how tough you are is being able to stand the torture quickly!” Dena said, sitting on the bed, raising her socked feet up, moving them to Marissa’s face and using them to take the sockgag out of Marissa’s mouth. She then sat between us with her knees bent and her grey-argyle-socked feet on Marissa’s stomach. “I’ve tickled you with my hands – now it’s time to tickle you with my feet!”

Marissa squealed quietly and winced and writhed and was clearly panicked, but Dena quickly said “GO!” and moved her wiggling toes into Marissa’s ribs on each side, digging her toes in for intense foot-tickle torture. Dena had a sinister smile on her face – she was ENJOYING this, as she quickly ran her talented feet up and down Marissa’s ribs and stomach, tickling her murderously. Marissa held her breath with all she could as Dena’s socked feet tortured her, but Dena broke her soon enough.

“nnnnnnnnnnnnNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Marissa finally exclaimed, as Dena giggled almost uncontrollably and took her deadly feet off Marissa and stretched them up between our heads.

“Not so tough when my feet get you, are you, Marissa?” Dena taunted, while Marissa just gasped and pleaded.

“8.84 seconds! Not great!” Jamie announced, walking over to removed my gag.

“Please…..please….no….no….finish Jess quickly….please….no more….” Marissa begged tearfully while giggling uncontrollably. “Just tickle Jess to death…please…I’ll do anything….no moMMMMPH!” Marissa’s pleas stopped as Jamie walked around stuffed the damp red sock back in her mouth.

“I love gagging them!” Jamie said. “Makes me feel so powerful!”

“I know!” Dena said. “Too bad I can’t gag them with my feet during this game. THAT’s my favorite – you gag them AND torture them with foot odor at the same time!”

“Your turn, tickle boy!” Dena said, and placed her feet on my stomach. “Do my smelly feet scare you?”

“Yes,” I stammered.

“Do you think I could literally tickle you to death my just my feet?” Dena asked, sadistically.

“Y-yes!” I answered.

Dena just laughed and readied her feet on my stomach. “Smart boy. Ready Jamie?”

“Ready!” Jamie said.

“GO!” Dena yelled, and thrust her deadly toes into my ribs. I had no resistance in me – something about the way Dena’s toes felt when she tickled you with her feet was unbearable. I screamed, “NO!!!!!!!!!!” And Dena smiled and stopped tickling me.

“Well THAT was disappointing – I was looking forward to some nice tickle torture with my feet!” Dena said, grabbing my sockgag and shoving it back in my mouth. “You get gagged right away for that one!”

“2.3 seconds – Jess, that was embarrassing!” Jamie said. “Marissa now leads 3-1 – you are in big, big trouble Jessie!”

I whimpered into the sockgag, on the verge of tears.

“Feeling good, Mariss?” Dena asked, moving over to straddle her and taking her gag out. “Feeling like you might just win?”

“I….don’t….know…..” Marissa gasped under Dena, bound to the bed and giggling in a petrified way, her teeth chattering. “Please….Dena….be nice…..”

“Nice?” Dena asked, rubbing Marissa’s face. “There’s no such thing as ‘nice’ when it comes to tickle torturing someone!”

“Round 5 is a theme-tickle round. I am going to use the soft tickle torture on your and Jessie, running my fingers slowly up and down your bare arms. This one might take a while,” Dena said slowly while wiggling her fingers in the air and Marissa looked ready to explode. “At first it tickles like crazy, but it’s like an itch you can’t scratch. But you might be able to bite your lip for awhile and endure the agonizing torture. But after a little while every nerve ending in your body will be BEGGING you to scream. And until you do, I keep tickling you!”

“Watch closely Jessie!” Jamie taunted from across the room. “Because Marissa’s agony will soon be YOUR agony!” I got the strong sense that Jamie hoped I would lose the game!

“GO!” Dena said and began to run her fingers up and down the soft skin on Marissa’s bare upper arms, which Dena claimed was the softest and most sensitive skin on the body. Marissa writhed as her bound, bare arms lay helpless to Dena’s slow torture. Dena smiled and opened her mouth without making a sound, tossing her blonde hair back and moving her magic fingers up and down Marissa’s helpless upper arms in painstakingly slow movements. Marissa’s gorgeous face was almost purple as she bit her lip, jammed her eyes closed and violently began to shake her head back and forth, as if THAT would somehow make Dena stop.

But somehow Marissa suppressed every sound, using ever ounce of strength she had to resist the urge to yelp or cry or scream. Dena kept slowly finger Marissa’s bound and exposed arms, up and down, tickling them like a crazed, merciless torturer, grinning widely and taunting shaking her head at Marissa, as if to say, “NO! I WON’T STOP!”

Finally, that familiar slow leak sound began to come from Marissa’s sealed lips, and it then burst loudly into a “GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Marissa screamed bloody murder and Dena stopped tickling her and laughed hard and firmly ran her hands up and down Marissa’s tortured arms, as if to take the tickling sensation away.

“There there - this will help! It’s like rubbing lotion on poison ivy., right?” Dena asked, and Marissa nodded, fully in tears and sobbing through her piercing laughter.

“57.58 seconds – WHEW! Almost a minute!” Jamie yelled. “Jess, you are a dead man – no WAY can you take being tickled for that long! Marissa, that was….heroic!”

“Yes! YES! YES!” Marissa screamed, still crying but now clearly happy. And they were right, there was NO WAY I could hang on for nearly a minute!

“I can’t believe you endured that much torture, Marissa!” Dena said, hopping off of her and kissing her again on the forehead. “I think we know who’s tougher – Jess, I just don’t see you beating that time. Not with the way I tickle, and not with how ticklish I KNOW your arms are!”

I grunted and MMMPHED into my gag and knew I was a dead man.

Jamie walked over to Marissa and grabbed the red sock that had been used to gag her. “This sock is drenched – too gross to use anymore. I’m just gonna gag Marissa with the duct tape now!”

“No, I’ll just get another pair of clean socks. Hang on,” Dena said, running out of the room and into her room. She came back a few seconds later with a similar pair of clean red rolled up socks, but when she unrolled them we could see they were red argyle socks with a green argyle pattern.

“Consider this a favor, Marissa,” Dena laughed, rolling the sock up the same way she had rolled the other. “This sock is clean and dry. Open up!”

Marissa did and Dena stuffed the sock in her mouth.

Dena came around to my side of the bed and straddled my bound body.

“Let’s get this sock out of your mouth – we want you to have every opportunity to scream for me to stop tickling you!” Dena said with that evil grin, pulling the red sock – now quite damp – out of my mouth. I gasped.

Dena giggled and wiggled her fingers maybe half an inch from my exposed arms, and I as panting and writhing and preparing to hold my breath and praying to somehow last longer than Marissa did. “Ready Jamie?”

“Ready!” Jamie said, taking her position across the room again.

“GO!” Dean hissed and began to tickle my bare and helpless arms with that agonizing light, soft tickling, running her amazing fingers up and down my arms. I sucked in my breath and my eyes got huge. It tickled so bad! My brain was screaming, “Just scream!” But I tried my best not to. Dena opened her mouth wide again and looked down at me with a maniacal, taunting grin, her awesome blonde hair falling into her face. Her arms, exposed below her short puffy black sleeves, were red with excitement. Dena was so sexy it nearly killed me, and she was on the verge of tickling me to death!

“15 seconds!” Jamie yelled out. I clenched my teeth and eyes shut with all the strength I had as Dena kept tickle-torturing me up and down my arms in the most excruciating way imaginable. My whole body was on gigantic nerve ending, and each second it that went by it tickled more and more.

“20 seconds!” Jamie yelled, giggling.

I opened my eyes and Dena was now kind of gritting her teeth, staring me down with a half-smile that said, “You are dead!” And as her fingers danced up and down my arms, administering this most ruthless tickle torture, it was clear she loved it. Dena LOVED tickle-torturing me, and she was doing it to the point of me feeling like I was about to totally lose control.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” I whimpered, trying to suppress my cries. But as Jamie yelled “30 seconds!” I let go and couldn’t do it anymore – it just tickled TOO badly! I screamed “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“32.2 seconds! And Marissa wins the game, 4 to 1!” Jamie announced.

“WHEW!!! You did your best, Kidnap Boy. But NO ONE can take that much tickle torture from me without breaking!” Dena said, laughing hard and throwing her hair back and then leaning down and kissing on the lips. “I just LOVE my tied up, helpless little Kidnap Boy. I just LOVE to tickle you to death!”

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” was all I could shout. “Dena, please! Let me go! No MORE! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!!!”

“Shhhhh honey….you know we can’t untie you! You are OURS to tickle to death for the rest of the night!” Dena said, lovingly taking the other clean red argyle sock and stuffing it into my mouth, and then tying the white scarf that had blindfolded me around my mouth to hold the sock in place. “I have to gag you until you calm down – don’t you dare try to spit that sock out! If you do I’ll take my socks off, stuff them in your mouth, and hold them in place with my stinky bare feet!!!!”

I obeyed and lay there, whimpering into my gag and sobbing and laughing hard.

Marissa at that point spit her gag out and yelled, “I WIN! I WIN! You two PLEASE untie me now! THAT was the deal!”

Dena walked around to Marissa’s bound bare feet at the foot of the bed and said, “That WAS the deal, Marissa. And we will untie you very soon. But I warned you about spitting that sock out. Now you have to be punished!”

“WHAT???? NO!!!!!!!!!!!” Marissa screamed, and Jamie quickly rushed over to the bed and sat between Marissa and me.

“I am going to tickle your feet for 10 minutes. And Jamie is going to hold that sock over your mouth to keep you quiet!” Dena said. “Gag her, Jamie!”

“NOmmmmmmmMMMPH!” Marissa tried to scream, but Jamie smilingly stuffed the red argyle sock into her mouth and held it there.

“SHHHH! If you act like a bad girl Dena will keep tickling you and we’ll let Jess go instead!” Jamie ordered. “You brought this on yourself, Marissa!”

“Jamie’s right!” Dena scolded Marissa while poor Marissa lay there, bound and gagged and about to have her crazy-ticklish feet tickled sadistically by Dena. “You disobeyed us! Now I have to tickle your feet! Here we go!”

Dena began to tickle Marissa’s bare feet with her fingers while Marissa thrashed and screamed into the gag and MMMMPHed over and over again. The squeals she made while Jamie held her gag in place were amazing!

“Kitchy kitchy koo!” Dena taunted, quickly use both hands, palms up, to tickle the soles of each of Marissa’s helpless feet. “So ticklish! So helpless! Such ticklish little footsies! Listen to those screams! Aren’t you sorry you disobeyed us, honey???”

More screams from Marissa, muffled by the gag. Jamie just laughed like crazy and held the sock over her mouth.

Dena tickled Marissa’s feet nonstop for the full 10 minutes – they pretty much guessed when the 10 minutes were up. Dena tickled Marissa’s soles, between her toes, the balls of her feet, her heels, the tops of her feet and all the way up to her ankles, and Jamie kept her gagged the whole time. I lay there, bound and gagged myself, and watched with all kinds of enjoyment. And dread that I would soon be the only one tied up and the mercy of ALL three girls.

By the time Dena was finished there were tears rolling down Marissa’s red face, and she was shrieking “STOP!!!! NO!!!” over and over into the sock gag. Jamie’s hand over the sock get these cries nicely muffled.

“OK. That’s enough punishment for our little friend here,” Dena said as she stopped tickling Marissa’s feet. “Jess knows better than to disobey us, don’t you honey? You know the penalty for disobedience is death by torture, right?!”

I nodded and MMMPH’d into my own gag. God, watching Dena tickle Marissa was AMAZING.

It was now close to 8:30.

Jamie pulled the sock out of Marissa’s mouth and hopped down off the bed. Jamie was TOTALLY into this now, our crazy and fetishistic and maniacal tickle-torture games!

“I’m sorry!” Marissa gasped over and over, panting through tears and giggle. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Dena just snickered softly as she untied Marissa’s feet from the footboard, removing the ropes that bound her but leaving her feet cuffed. She then untied Marissa’s hands from the headboard and took off her handcuffs too, totally freeing her hands. Dena then untied the ropes that bound Marissa’s upper legs.

Marissa slowly got her composure back and sat up in bed, adjusting her short puffy sleeves and sitting with her knees up in front of her. “What about my feet?”

“We need to keep you in chains until we know we can trust you,” Dena said. “So your feet need to stay cuffed for awhile. Don’t worry – you can walk in those.”

Marissa nodded. “Can I go to the bathroom now?” Dena nodded and Marissa hop-walked into the bathroom in the hallway, leaving me tied and gagged and Dena and Jamie standing over the bed and smiling down at me with little pity.

“I guess that just leaves us YOU to play with, Kidnap Boy!” Dena giggled, reaching out to lightly tickle my feet with her fingers while I squirmed and suffers and trying to yell “NO!” into the sock gag.

“Isn’t he just the cutest? Jessie is SO ticklish – that is just SO adorable when a boy is this ticklish!” Dena said, keeping her fingers moving on the soles of my feet for a few more seconds.

“I know!” Jamie said, watching Dena tickle my feet. “Mike (her boyfriend) is really ticklish. But I’ve never met any guy who is THIS ticklish!”

Marissa hopped back in, smiling and flopped down at the floor, clearly tired of walking with her feet cuffed together.

“Can I have a pair of socks?” Marissa asked. “My feet are cold.”

“After all that tickling your feet are cold?” Dena asked, surprised but not too surprised. Marissa’s hands and feet got cold easily. “Sure. Hang on.”

Dena ran into her bedroom and came back with a pair of dark grey cable-knit kneesocks, basically the same ones Marissa had on earlier but we now too wet because I had been gagged with them. Dena unlocked Marissa’s cuffs to allow her to get the socks on her feet – Marissa didn’t dare try anything. Once Marissa had her socks on, Dena re-cuffed her feet.

“Ready for your first assignment, Marissa?” Dena asked.

“Sure…what do I do?” Marissa asked from the floor.

“We want you to tickle Jessie,” Dena said, running her finger down the sole of my left foot one more time while I yelped into the gag. “We want you to tickle him everywhere and not stop, no breaks.”

I tried to scream and dislodge the gag but the scarf was kept the sock firmly in my mouth. Just for good measure Jamie clamped her hand over the gag.

“For…for how long?” Marissa asked.

“Until Jamie and I get back – we’re going to run to the store to get stuff for dinner. We shouldn’t be….anymore than 20 minutes,” Dena said. “And don’t even think of stopping because we’re not here. WE’LL KNOW when we get back if you haven’t been tickling him the whole time! Somewhere in this room we MAY have left a recording device to record you two the whole time!”

(How would they know this? I had no clue. It was a bluff, I was sure…almost. But I knew Dena had a small recorder for college and she and Jamie COULD have planted it somewhere. But either way Marissa was so tickled out by this time I think she was probably totally brainwashed and there was no way she was going to disobey Dena again!) 

Marissa sighed and got up and Dena helped here to the bed. “I have no choice, do I?”

“Not unless you want us to tie you up and tickle you again,” Dena said, sitting on the bed next to Marissa with the soles of her socked feet pressed together. “We told you – you have to earn back your total freedom. You have to prove your loyalty to us!”

Marissa sighed again and said, “Ok. Sorry Jess. I have no choice.”

Dena got up and came over to my side of the bed, and Jamie took her hand off my mouth, leaving the sock still gagging me. Dena smiled beautifully and bent down and kissed my cheek.

“Sorry sweetie! But it won’t be too bad – at least it’s only one person tickling you and not three. For now, anyway!” Dena said with a giggle and then turned to Marissa. “You can take his gag out as soon as we leave. The second we’re out the door you better start tickling him.”

Dena and Jamie laughed, waved and left the room closing the door behind them. Marissa sat on the bed next to be, her bound socked feet stretched out in front of her. She looked at me kind of hopelessly, as if to say, “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m sorry, Jess. But I think I’m going to have to tickle you,” Marissa said with a weak smile. “I’ll try to take it easy on you.”

“MMMMPHH!” I grunted, imploring Marissa to take the sock out of my mouth.

“If I take the sock out of your mouth, you have to promise not to yell at me. I’m a little but wiped out from Dena tickling me, OK?” Marissa asked, kind of nicely.

“MM HMM!” I grunted.

“OK,” Marissa said, and she reached over and took the sock out of my mouth and slid the scarf-gag down to my neck.

“Marissa…please…don’t….” I begged.

“I have to! They said they’ll know if I don’t tickle you! For all I know they really could have a put a recorder in the room,” Marissa said.

“They don’t – I would have seen it,” I said, then started whispering, realizing I wasn’t sure of this. “I can pretend – I’ll pretend you tickled me REALLY hard! Marissa, PLEASE! Let me go!”

“First of all I can’t let you go, Jess. Dena has the keys to the handcuffs,” Marissa said, kneeling next to my bound body, whispering loudly. “Second…well, MAYBE I could tickle you not too hard?”

“Marissa….” I stammered.

“Shhhh, honey. This won’t be that bad!” Marissa said, now smiling, and she reached down and gently started to tickle my ribs and chest and stomach and armpits with her slender, skilled fingers. “See, I’ve tickled you worse than this, haven’t I?”

“No!....Don’t!....Stop!....Please!” I begged as I writhed around. “Marissa….PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!”

Marissa giggled, “It’s not so bad! I can tickle you WAY harder than this. These are just gentle tickles, honey!” And she kept gently fluttering her fingers into my ribs and armpits. It wasn’t as brutal as I have experienced, but yeah, it was still pretty bad.

I was screaming now. “STOP!!!! NO! NO!!!! NONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!” My face was hot and my whole body was on fire with tickling sensations. Marissa just giggled and kept tickling my upper body, her bound socked feet not impeding her one bit. She looked so hot in her short puffy sleeved blouse, her slender exposed arms we very sexy. And her fingers were merciless!

“You ARE so much fun to tickle, Jess! I have to admit it!” Marissa said, dancing her magic fingers down to my hips now. “This is making me feel better from being almost tickled to death by Dena before!”

“NOT THE HIPS! NO! NO! STOP TICKLING ME PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!” I screamed.

“I can’t! I told you that! Dena said to tickle you until she got back!” Marissa laughed, stopping with my hips, kneeling beside me, and then pulling up my shirt to expose my bare stomach. 10 minutes had gone by at this point.

“What are you doing?? NO!” I screamed.

“How about some spider tickles on the bare tummy?” Marissa teased, giggling more as she lightly ran her fingers over my bare, helpless torso. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

I screamed some more and begged some more and felt tears in my eyes as Marissa kept tickling me and giggling like a little girl. 5-6-7-8 minutes went by. I was laughing like hyena and in tickle-torture agony!

“Remember, Jess, even though we were both the victims today, I DO love tickling you!” Marissa taunted, now clearly enjoying herself and reaching her tickling hands under my shirt up to my chest and upper torso. “Oh, the poor baby has a ticklish tummy, huh? He doesn’t like the spider tickles, does he? Does he? Awwwwwwww!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” was all I could scream.

FINALLY Marissa stopped and lowered my shirt. At least 20 minutes had passed.

“You’re crying, honey. Do you know that?” Marissa asked with a big smile, swinging her chained feet onto my stomach. “Then again, you cry a lot when we tickle you, don’t you?” And as she asked that she wiggled her grey-socked toes into my stomach and lower ribs for a few seconds.

I just panted and cried and laughed, gasping “STOP! STOP! NO MORE! STOP!” over and over.

Marissa took her feet off me, came in close and whispered in my ear, “I’ll stop. When we hear Dena and Jamie come back in the house, I’ll start tickling you again. But in the meantime, I need to you to keep laughing and gasping and saying ‘NO,’ OK?” Marissa asked.

I nodded, and spent the next few minutes moaning, “STOP! STOP! STOP! PLEASE!” Marissa occasionally would tickle me in the ribs for a second or two – to make it more believable, I guess – and when she wasn’t actually tickling me for those brief moments she would yell things liken “TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!” and “I LOVE tickling my little Kidnap Boy to death!”

It sure SOUNDED like I was being tickled to death, I have to say. And then tickling that Marissa DID give me for those 20 minutes or so was pretty bad!

About 30 minutes – sometime after 9 pm - after Dena and Jamie had left we heard a car door slam. Marissa quickly leaned in and whispered, “I was nice this whole time! I never tickled your feet, and that’s my specialty!” I nodded, still gasping and moaning.

When we heard the front door open Marissa started to violently tickle my stomach and ribs again, WAY harder than before. And I started to scream, “AHHHHH!!! AHHH!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Marissa giggled and for a moment had that same sadistic gleam in her eye that Dena always had. And that Marissa often had, too!

Dena and Jamie walked in smiling, their jackets off (I assume they wore jackets – it was only 45 outside or so) and wearing their same clothes – Jamie a short-sleeved light blue tennis shirt and sweats, Dena a short puffy-sleeved black v-neck blouse and green cargon pants - Dena announced, “What’s the noise about? What are you DOING to our poor little hostage, Marissa?”

Marissa stopped tickling me and told Dena, “Whew! I have to say, it IS fun to tickle Jess!”

I was gasping and panting and teary-eyed and laughing hysterically. “You all….you all are CRAZY!!!!!”

Dena laughed and sat on the bed, pulling her shoes off (she wore running sneakers to the store) one at a time and flipping them onto the floor, and put her stinky grey argyle socked feet up on my chest. Ugh!

“Did Marissa obey us? Did she tickle you enough, Kidnap Boy?” Dena asked, while Jamie also kicked off her shoes (flats) and sat next to Marissa on the bed, her feet still in white cable-knit socks.

“YES! YES!” I said, trying to calm down. “If you don’t believe me, listen to the tape!”

Dena and Jamie burst out laughing.

“Silly little boy! There WAS no tape!” Dena said, laughing. “You two are soooooo gullible.”

Marissa let out a yelp of a laugh, then smacked Dena on the arm and shook her head.

“Gotcha!” Dena said, smiling.

“But still,” Dena continued, running her hands over my face and lifting my shirt to examine my stomach and ribs, “it sure looks like Marissa tickled you hard. Nice going, Mariss! Once you make dinner for us and clean up, I think we’ll be able to take your chains off!”

“Dinner? What do I have to make? I stink as a chef!” Marissa said.

“Just spaghetti. We got spaghetti and a jar of sauce and fresh bread and a salad in a bag. That’s all,” Dena said, putting her socked feet back on my chest and wiggling them around. “Why don’t you go make dinner. We’ll take care of Jess for awhile!”

“We sure will!” Jamie said, leaning down and putting her face next to mine. “Did you miss us, Jessie?”

I gulped and Marissa laughed and hopped to her bound feet, hop-walking out of the room in her socks and down to the kitchen. “I’ll call you down when dinner’s ready!” she announced.

“Don’t worry, Jess. We’re not gonna tickle you now. Maybe later,” Dena said, waving her stinky argyle socks under my nose. “Well….definitely later!”

She and Jamie laughed.

“Thank you….I….I think,” I said, trying to avoid Dena’s smelly feet to no avail.

“We’ll just watch TV for now,” Jamie said, putting it on. It was late to eat and I was starving, but the tickling and the torture had kept my mind off of being hungry, I guess. Plus we were all kids – time of day didn’t matter.

“We need to untie Jessie and tie him up again so we can move him. I think we should tie his hands with pantyhose – those don’t leave marks or get sore,” Dena said, her feet still on my chest and Jamie sitting alongside my head. “But if we can trust you, hon, you can take a shower and get changed. Then we’ll tie you up again. Will you try to escape if we let you shower?”

“No! I promise! You’d have to be crazy to try to escape from you two!” I said, having been stretched out and tied down for hours and hours now.

“You better not!” Jamie said with a giggle, reaching down to tickle my exposed armpits. “You don’t want us to tickle you when we’re mad!” Dena laughed and I yelped “No!”

“OK – Jamie, stop tickling him,” Dena said, and she reached into her pocket for the handcuff keys. Dena uncuffed my hands from the headboard and untied them, and she and Jamie untied the ropes that bound my legs and feet. Jamie ran downstairs to get me a change of clothes for after my shower and Dena sat there with me, my ankles still cuffed.

“Fun times, aren’t they?” Dena asked, putting her arms around me affectionately.

“Unbelievable!” I said, laughing and hugging her back. “We do know how to have fun, in our own weird way, huh?”

We laughed as Jamie came up with a pair of grey sweatpants, a blue tee-shirt, white athletic socks and a towel for me. Dena uncuffed my feet and I went into the master bathroom to shower. My wrists had marks on them from the handcuffs and ropes, but they didn’t hurt. I rinsed them off in the shower and eventually they were OK. I took my shower, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and got dressed in my bed clothes that Jamie brought me. When I walked back into the bedroom Dena and Jamie were still watching TV on the bed, in their same clothes.

“How was that?” Dena asked.

“Awesome,” I said, meaning it.

“Good,” Dena said. “Let’s tie him up and get him downstairs, Jamie. Dinner’s ready, Jess.”

Dena came behind me with a pair of black pantyhose and tied my hands behind my back – I didn’t resist. She tied my hands tightly but comfortably. Jamie sat me on the bed and used a length of the white rope to tie my feet together. Then she and Dena hopped me down to the kitchen and placed me, bound hand and foot, in a kitchen chair. Marissa, scooting around the kitchen in her socks and chained feet, served up portions of spaghetti and bread and salad for everyone. Dena took a length of rope and tied me to the chair, not tight, but enough where I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Um, how I am supposed to eat?” I asked with a laugh.

“We’re going to feed you, silly,” Dena said. “What kind of kidnappers would we be if we didn’t feed our hostage?”

And they did. We had dinner and laughed and talked as if everything was, well, normal, and one of us WASN’T tied to a chair and one of us DIDN’T have her ankles cuffed together and two of us HADN’T been tickled nearly to death for most of the day. Dena sat next to me and fed me and we just had a great time. There were way worse places to be than tied up and at the mercy of 3 beautiful college-aged girls.

When we finished, we sat there while Marissa cleaned. Dena and Jamie opened beers for themselves and we sat around the table talking and laughing. It was around 10:30 when Marissa finished cleaning the kitchen.

“Marissa, I think you have proven your obedience,” Dena said. “Tickle-torturing Jess, making dinner, cleaning up…I think you are ready to be released.”

“Yay!” Marissa said, sitting down in a chair. “I’m a real person again?”

“Yep,” Dena said with a laugh, taking the key to Marissa’s cuffs out of her pants pocket and uncuffing Marissa’s socked feet. “That just leaves us with one hostage. And what SHALL we do to him?”

“Can I just say,” I said, “that I have school in, like, 9 hours?”

“Um…I don’t think so, Jessie,” Dena said with a smile, sitting across the table from me. “I think you are calling in sick tomorrow. Or better yet, WE’LL call in sick for you!”
“Um…”

“We’ll tell them you have Tickle Fever!’ Dena laughed. “We’ll tell them it’s a rare disease you catch when three crazy girls tie you up and tickle you all day!”

“You’re….you’re serious? I’m not going to school tomorrow?” I asked, kinda psyched at the news. It was a Friday, anyway, and I wouldn’t miss much. Plus, I was an excellent student at this point and everyone would believe me. (They did)

“Oh yeah!” Dena said. “This will be a first for me, huh? Actually kidnapping you when you’re SUPPOSED to be at school. Wow. I think this one actually might be against the law!” And Dena started laughing hard and the others joined in. Me too.

Finally, Marissa said, “So, if no school, does that mean Jessie doesn’t need to go to bed?”

“Sure does!” Dena said. “And THAT means we can have more fun with him in the torture chamber!”

“Oh God…” I said, smiling. Everyone sprang into action.

Dena untied the rope that bound me to the chair. Jamie and Marissa gathered up supplies from upstairs and Dena walked me down to the den, where the workout mat that held our tickle fights hours earlier still was. Dena deposited me on the map, hands and feet tied, pulled another pair of socks out of her pocket – purple argyle socks – sat behind me and tied them around my mouth one at a time to gag me.

“We’re gonna have so much fun tickling you again!” Dena said, lightly tickling my ribs with her fingers while sitting on the mat next to me. I grunted and MMPH’d into the gag. Dena just giggled and wiggled her fingers gently into my ribs to tickle me ever so gently.

Sometimes there was something about Dena tickling me like this that was the best/worst of all – when I was tied up and she was totally in control and smiling sweetly and doing something like running her fingers along my feet or poking my ribs or gently tickling me with wiggling fingers. Like the way she tickled my feet for a few seconds when I was tied down upstairs. When Dena would do this she was so gentle and sweet, yet she clearly let me know how in charge she was and how tied up and helpless I was! It was incredible.

“My poor little baby!” Dena giggled while I moaned and laughed into my gag and she stopped tickling me briefly. “I just love tying you up and tickling you so much, Kidnap Boy!” Dena kissed me on the cheek and sat in the lotus position next to me, grey argyle socks still on her feet, tousling my hair with her hands.

Marissa and Jamie padded downstairs at that point in their socks, carrying more ropes and a bag of “stuff.” They laughed to see me bound and gagged on the mat and at Dena’s (and their) mercy.

“Is it tickle time?” Marissa asked, crawling over on the mat on the other side of me, still in her green v-neck short puffy sleeved blouse, grey cargo pants and dark grey socks. Jamie crawled on and sat at my feet. I was surrounded!

“I think it is,” Dena said. “It’s gonna be a long night for our little Kidnap Boy!”

They all laughed and I just lay there, helplessly bound and sock-gagged, dreading what was about to come and excited beyond belief. A long day was about to get longer!

There is a Part III, of course. Which I will write soon enough!

KB
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Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby Billy Shears » Thu Sep 15, 2011 3:58 am

Phew, Dena and Marissa need not tickle me. I'll just hand over my body to be bound (and gagged). WHY do I have a fetish for girls with black belts :big:
Um, about being a Threatening Psycho ....

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Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby luckydog3 » Fri Sep 16, 2011 6:18 am

KB, your stories are my current favorite. I can't wait to read part 3. I have no idea why you would apologize for the length of this story!

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby TUfriend » Fri Sep 16, 2011 1:54 pm

Wow...
Heil Toddman, the Wonderful Wizard of Odd
I'm a nerd with a dangerous side.

See my most recent TRUE story, "SPL Initiation", here.

Read my most recent FICTIONAL story, "The Birth of a Whovian", here

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby milagros317 » Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:26 am

Fabulous story. Thanks so much for sharing it here. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:43 pm

Part 3??!!!!
How long I's this!?!
And that wasn't the end of it?!!!?
WTF
Excuse the language

The wolf...

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby kidnap boy » Sun Oct 23, 2011 4:53 am

I know it's very long.I can stop there if you like. Not a problem. - KB

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby canuck100 » Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:45 am

Don't listen to grumpy who probably has not read an entire book in his life, I'm sure that the vast majority loves your stories, just as much as I do. The longer and more detailed the story, the better!

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:57 am

[quote="canuck100"]Don't listen to grumpy who probably has not read an entire book in his life, I'm sure that the vast majority loves your stories, just as much as I do. The longer and more detailed the story, the better![/quote]
It is better if it's longer but the thing is, on a site like this u just don't expect this many words.

I like the story though, and if I've never read a book please explain to me how I'm a senior at Stanford??

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby guardian741 » Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:50 pm

I, for one, love this story as well! (Actually, ALL of yours have been great! A little bit of everything I like)

Please continue if there's more.

Also, pay no mind to those who don't like to read. If you read his posts, it sounds like he's a fiction writer, anyway. Many more details go with TRUE experiences - bring 'em on!

Anxiously awaiting,
-Guardian

Re: After the Tickle Fight w Dena/Jamie/Marissa (ff/m, mf)

Postby poltergoose420 » Sun Jul 12, 2015 5:47 am

Where can I find the first story with Jamie?