Angie and Steph, both 14, were best friends, and had been for as long as they could remember.
They were the same height, (give or take an inch) weight, (give or take half a pound), and as true best teen-age friends they bought, and wore, similar clothes. They both had let their hair grow to about waist-length. Angie, however, was blonde and Steph was a red-head. The only thing separating them was a secret Angie had carefully kept from everyone. Not even her parents knew about it, (at least, she didn’t think so) but now, after having thought about it and carefully weighing the advantages against disadvantages, she was ready to let Steph in on it.
Early one morning, when her parents weren’t at home, she called Steph and told her to come over. She gave strict instructions about what to wear, and as Steph was used to being told by Angie in such matters, put on what she was told to put on. The reason why Angie nearly always told Steph what to wear was that Steph had no sense of which colour goes with which, whatsoever. Left alone, the mix of colours of her clothes, were a disaster-area.
Steph was to put on a long-sleeved leotard (preferably dark in colour) and woolly pantyhose (as light in colour as possible).
While she waited, she put on her white, woolly pantyhose, on top of which she put on her navy blue leotard. She then took out a rather big and bulky plastic bag from her closet. She emptied it on her bed, and rummaged through its’ contents. There were several hand- and ankle-cuffs (the keys she had placed on a large metal-ring), as well as several styles of gaggers and multiple coils of soft rope. Why she had so much of everything, she really couldn’t say, but today it really would come in handy.
When the door-bell rang, she ran and opened the door. When she had entered, Angie could see Steph had followed her instructions to the letter. Without having been told, Steph had even chosen the same colours as Angie.
“Well, here I am!” Steph said. “Now tell me; what’s so important I had to come here at this hour, dressed like this?”
“Come here, and I’ll show you!” They went into Angie’s bedroom, and she asked: “Do you see anything out of the ordinary? I’ll give you a hint: look on the bed!”
Steph’s eyes nearly fell out of her head, when she saw the big pile of stuff on Angie’s bed. She went over and started lifting things up, giving each of them a thorough inspection.
Wide-eyed, she turned to her best friend, still holding a pair of hand-cuffs and a ball-gag in her hands. “What is all this?”
“Things I play with, when I’m alone.” was Angie’s simple answer. She then started explaining the different things were, and what they were for.
“Yes, yes, yes! I know all about what they’re for!” Steph impatiently interrupted. “You see, I have almost exactly the same things in my room, for almost exactly the same reasons! The only problem is; I can’t use them properly on myself, and I’m guessing you can’t either. Another guess would be; you called me over so we could use them on each other. Am I right, or am I right?”
Stunned by what she had just heard, Angie could say or do nothing but nod.
Steph, taking the lead for a change, quickly put a pair of hinged hand-cuffs on her friend, locking her hands behind her back. Then, she pushed Angie down into a desk-chair, and cuffed her ankles. Lastly, she put the key-ring on the desk beside the chair.
She looked at her watch, and said: “OK! Let’s see how quickly you get out of that!”
Angie turned her body, so she had her back against the desk. She bent over, so she could lift up her hands and, with her finger-tips, grab hold of the key-ring. She dragged it towards her until she had it completely in her hands. She turned back, and started going through the keys, until she had found the right one. She inserted it into one of the key-holes and unlocked the cuff. After that, she was out of the cuffs in no time at all.
Steph was duly impressed. “Five minutes from start to finish, huh? Well, not bad!” she said. “Not bad at all! Now let me have a try, because I think, no I’m certain, I can beat your time.”
“U-hm? Well ‘that’ll be the day’, as they say.”
Two minutes later, Steph found herself sitting in the desk-chair with her hands cuffed behind her back and her feet cuffed together. Four minutes after that, she unlocked the last of the cuffs around her ankles.
“Yay, I actually won!” she said, raising her hands over her head, beaming with as much joy as surprise.
“Yea, you actually did!” Angie sulkily said. Then her face lit up as she added:”How about, we make it a ‘best of’ competition?”
“OK. How about, we make it ’Best of five’?”
They agreed on adding a blindfold, to make it that much harder.
They were so busy trying to beat each other’s times they failed to hear the door open and two men, and a woman sneaking inside and into the bed-room, the men helping themselves to some of the things lying on the bed.
Suddenly Steph, who was the one to keep time, said:”MMPH!” in a muffled voice, as her mouth was covered by a coarse hand. Her hands were expertly cuffed behind her back, her ankles cuffed together; she was blindfolded, gagged, carried outside and thrown, head first, onto the back-seat of a car.
At the same time, Angie felt herself being gagged, roughly picked up and thrown over a shoulder. “OUFF!” she moaned, as all the air suddenly left her lungs. The key-ring, which she had just managed to grab hold of, was forcefully taken away from her. She too, was carried outside, and thrown; also head first, onto the back-seat of the same car.
“MPH, MMPH!” she called out, meaning ‘I’m OK!’ and relaxed when she heard a familiar voice answering: “MPH, MPH, MMPH!” That meant: ‘I’m OK too!’ and was the signal they all had agreed on for this part of the game, because it was only a game.
They heard the front-doors being opened and the car drove off.
“Where are they taking us, I wonder? They never said.” both girls independently thought. The answer came about an hour later, when the car stopped; they were lifted out, again thrown over the shoulder of very rough men and carried inside.
They were placed on stools, and their thighs were tied to it.
“I really hope you like the game so far, girls.” a familiar voice said. It was the voice of Ellie, the woman who had babysat them, when they were younger. “Good. Because you see, you’re going to be staying here for quite some time. We agreed on you remaining here over night, but I’ve changed my mind, so here’s what I’ve done:
While you were on your way here, I called your parents and told that you were going to be staying a couple of nights at the other girl’s house. And, lo and behold, they all agreed to the change of plans without making any fuss!”
Steph and Angie, who played these types of games before with Ellie, nodded and “MMPH”: d several times in elated unison. At the same time, they both knew all too well, what it was like having Ellie babysitting them. She had done it before, and those nights were filled with unexpected tickle attacks. They were only just able to bare it for a short period; and now having to endure them for several days? Their minds boggled. This could be fun!
As if being able to read their minds, Ellie reassured them there would be very little tickling going on. It would only happen if or when a person passed them by.
“In a minute,” Ellie continued, suddenly in a cold, businesslike, almost robot-like voice, “you will be cut loose from the stools, and taken to some posts. You will have your wrists, chests and knees tied to them. Your blindfolds will also be attached to the poles, but you will be relieved of your gaggers. You will remain there for the time being.” She had hardly stopped talking, before it actually happened.
“That was a new one!” Angie thought. “I wonder what devilry she’s thought out this time!”
She would soon find out. The girls were tied to two poles, strategically placed in the middle of the room, so that every time someone had to get something, no matter where from, they seemed to have to pass them, using at least one finger to gently stab, poke or tickle them, at any available place on their bodies, and at irregular intervals. This went on for quite some time, until Ellie seemed to have come to the decision that Steph, but only Steph, needed a change of position. Steph promptly had her hands and feet cuffed to the corners of a bed. As a matter of fact, the tickling continued, but this time on a more regular basis, and as the soles of her feet now were available for tickling as well, it grew more intense.
Steph and Angie switched places several times during the day. By the time the tickling finally ended, they were completely exhausted, so they were prepped for bed quite early. The girls were put in the same bed, without them knowing it, and their wrists and ankles were cuffed to the ends, but Angie’s wrists were cuffed to the top-end and her ankles to the foot-end, whereas Steph was cuffed the other way around.
“Phew! Something really stinks somewhere!” Steph noted, and turned her head to the right. She felt something soft against her cheek, something that smelled and felt like warm feet. “EW!” she said, disgusted,” Please tell me those are your feet, Angie! Otherwise, I’m gonno be sick.”
Angie turned her head to the right, and felt, and smelled, the same thing Steph had. “If what I’m feeling and smelling are your feet then, yes it’s probably mine you have at your end! I guess there’s only one way to find out for sure.” She gently bit into whatever it was to her right.
“Aow!” Steph whimpered. “Yes, those are my toes you’re trying to eat, thank you very much! So I guess these belong to you then, do they?” She bit hard into whatever it was.
“AOUCH! Yes, they do!” Angie screamed.
After that, they talked some more, trying to calm themselves, and each other, down enough to let them go to sleep.
The following morning, they were woken up quite early, and the tickle-torture started all over again.
Suddenly, they were handcuffed behind their backs, carried out, and dumped in the back-seat of a car, the same way as they had been carried away the day before, in other words, thrown over the shoulder of a mysterious man.
This time, however, they weren’t taken to the same place. Steph was lifted out first, the car-door slammed shut and it sped away again. A few minutes later, Angie was lifted out of the car, thrown over a shoulder, and carried into a house. She was dumped on a bed. Her hands were released, but immediately recuffed above her head. Whoever had carried her left, and she was all alone.
She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she was aware of was the voice of her mother, asking her if she was all right. When she said she was, she heard the sound of a bunch of keys, and one of them being put in a lock. Soon, she was able to sit up, and take the blindfold off, for the first time in over a day.
To her parents’ amazement, and quite possibly shock, she took the cuffs and chains off her legs and ankles, then turned around, put her hands behind her back, and asked to be recuffed. They did as she asked of them, at the same time asking her why.
“Well,” she answered, “I’ve kind of gotten used to the feeling.”
They just shook their heads, and smiled.