## Repost on Request: Kidnap Boy's stories

Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:26 pm

OK... The following stories are, to my knowledge, all of the stories Kidnap Boy wrote.
Out of the old 'n dusty Archive:
Sunday, January 18th 2004 - 12:05:27 AM
The First Time Dena Tied Me Up
Iâ€™ve written a couple of stories about my friend Dena kidnapping me, tying me up, and torturing me when we were teenagers. Here is the story of the first time it happened. I was 14, she was 17. We were both in high school (freshman and junior).
To quickly recap â€“ Dena was the girl I idolized, and weâ€™d been best of friends since we were little. Our mothers (both of whom were divorced) were best friends and thatâ€™s how we met. Dena was blonde, beautiful, incredibly cool, very popular, and had worked her way up to a black belt in karate. She did competitions and was able to do things like break boards with her feet. She loved me like a brother and we had lots of fun together.
We â€œplayedâ€ together a lot â€“ wrestling, playfighting, little tickle fights. That kind of stuff. But until this first time she had never tied me up. I was no match of her, obviously. Tickling, though, was something Dena was fond of â€“ probably because Iâ€™m about the most ticklish guy in the world. Prior to the first tie-up, when Dena would tickle me it would be for a few seconds, maybe a minute here or there. But that was it and I was certain I couldnâ€™t take anymore than that.
When my mother worked late, I would often sleep at Denaâ€™s house. On this particular occasion, it was a Friday and her Mom was heading out of town for a weekend at her sisterâ€™s (Denaâ€™s aunt) when I arrived around 4. I saw her as I walked in with my bags and said hi.
â€œHi dollâ€ she said to me, giving me a hug. â€œDenaâ€™s in the basement working out. You staying over?â€ (Dena had a pretty elaborate workout room in the front half of the basement, with mats and heavy bags and stuff like that.)
â€œSure am, Mrs. J. One of these days youâ€™ll have to charge me rent,â€ I said and we laughed.
â€œActually, Dena mentioned something about givng you a karate lesson,â€ her mom said. â€œDonâ€™t let her hurt you.â€ And with another laugh she was off.
I dropped my bag in the spare room upstairs where I slept, walked down through the den, and then went down the few stairs into the basement. Dena was there stretching on the floor. She wore light blue linen pants that she worked out in (like a combo between hospital scrubs and pajamas) and a grey V-neck workout T-shirt. She had on sneakers. There were mats on the floor, two stereo/radios on a bench, weights in the corner, two heavy bags hanging, and hooks on the wall with several pieces of rope (jump ropes, I imagined), workout belts, and towels. She spotted me and got up.
â€œHey, Jess. I was just going to get started. How about you watch for a while and then Iâ€™ll give you a lesson. Youâ€™ve learned some good stuff so far,â€ Dena said.
â€œYouâ€™re Mom said donâ€™t hurt meâ€ I joked.
â€œHee hee hee,â€ Dena said. â€œLittle olâ€™ me? I donâ€™t know where she got that idea. Hurt you? Never.â€
â€œDena, the last time you gave me a â€˜lesson â€˜ you wound up pinning me down and poking my rubs until I cried â€˜Uncle!â€™ Remember? Your mom heard that â€“ I was so embarrassed!â€
â€œHee hee,â€ Dena giggle some more. â€œI know, Iâ€™m just big bad Dena, right? And now Iâ€™ve lured you into my lair! Gee whiz, your paranoid!â€
â€œYea, Iâ€™m staring at a wall filled with ropes and a woman whoâ€™s a black belt. Iâ€™m TOTALLY safe!â€ I joked.
â€œThose are jump ropes, you sick minded freak. 4-footers, 6-footers, and 8-footers. Theyâ€™re for exercise â€“ not binding you!â€
â€œI put nothing by you, lady.â€
We laughed and joked and she finished her stretching.
â€œTell you what,â€ Dena said. â€œWeâ€™ll send out for some dinner tonight and maybe play a game. OK? (I nodded) I donâ€™t need to work too long. Letâ€™s have a little lesson, first. Me and you.â€
I said OK.
Dena came to the edge of the mat and kicked off her shoes. She had on grey athletic socks that matched her T-shirt. â€œTake your shoes off,â€ Dena said.
â€œUh, not thanks. I prefer to keep them onâ€ and I stepped onto the mat.
â€œJess, weâ€™re going to practice take downs, and Iâ€™d rather you be in socks than shoes. Take â€˜em off,â€ Dena said again.
â€œUh uh. My rule. My shoes stay on,â€ I said emphatically, standing in the center of the mats. I felt a little more secure with my sneakers on was all â€“ though I donâ€™t know why I made a big deal out of it.
â€œOK â€“ my gym, my rules,â€ Dena said, this time emphatically and slowly. â€œTake off your shoes, or I will take them off for you!â€
I tried to move quickly away but Dena hit the ground, swung her feet out in a sweeping motion, hooking my legs and bringing me down. She then scissored my feet between her legs and pulled my sneakers off. I tried to get up but she held me down, laughing, and quickly pinned me.
â€œAre you going to give me a hard time?â€ she asked. â€œDo I have to beat ya up?â€
â€œLooks that way doesnâ€™t it?â€ I said, trying to break free. She held me tight to the ground.
â€œOK, itâ€™s lesson time. Thatâ€™s one strike, by the way. You get to 3 and youâ€™re in trouble.â€
We practiced kicks for our lesson and I was getting OK with it. We spent about 15 minutes practicing and it went well. She was pleased and said she wanted to see 3 quick kicks on the heavy bag and then we were done.
â€œOK,â€ I said. â€œBut guess what I want in return?â€
â€œOh geez, Jess. You want me to do a flying one?â€ Dena asked.
â€œYep. Itâ€™s soo cool.â€ This was where with a running start she would stop just before the bag, jump in the air in 360 motion and kick the bag. It really was cool â€“ she always had me hold the bag when she did this, so the bag wouldnâ€™t give and she wouldnâ€™t fall.
â€œOh, alright. You give me three good ones on the bag and then Iâ€™ll do it, OK? Then I need 10 minutes to warm down and Iâ€™m done. OK?â€
I agreed and gave her three good kicks on the heavy bag. Dena was impressed. Now she prepared to do her running kick, and I prepared a little joke. When she swung her feet to kick, I would move the bag out of the way to make her fall. Payback for stealing my shoes.
â€œHold that bag, OK?â€ she said and I nodded. She ran at it, stopped, jumped, spun, and kickedâ€¦and missed. I move the bag out of the way and she fell straight to the floor. We both laughed and she got up slowly.
â€œAh hah!â€ Dena said, laughing. â€œVerrrrry funny. Looks like I have a little joker in the house. Well, joke about this!â€ And she lunged at me, knocking me down and pinning me again. I struggled to get up to no avail.
â€œYou know, maybe I SHOULD use those ropes for something else,â€ Dena said, staring down at me.
â€œLike what,â€ I said., trying to break free.
â€œLike tying you up! You have two strikes on you and a 3rd might just wind you up all tied up!â€ Dena laughed. â€œYou better knock it off, or else!â€
â€Oooh, Iâ€™m scared!â€ I mocked.
â€œNah, youâ€™re not scared,â€ Dena said, â€œbut you ARE still ticklish, right?â€
Now I was a little spooked.
â€œN-n-n-nooo, Dena, pleaseâ€¦â€
â€œOh, so now you want to be NICE?â€ Dena asked. I nodded. â€œYour last chance. DONâ€™T push it. Now go sit quietly for 10 â€“ only 10, thatâ€™s all. I need to warm down.â€
Dena got up and unpinned me and went to do her bag routine. She went over to the first radio and put on classical music â€“ soft stuff. Itâ€™ how she cooled down, with half-stretching and half-yoga. I looked at the other CD while she closed her eyes and got very relaxed on the floor. The other CD player had dance-type music that she worked out to.
I got an idea that, in hindsight, changed our relationship. How funny would it be if I blared the dance music right in the middle of her relaxation? Pretty funny, I thought. Yeah, I know I was pushing my luck, but I was 14 and 14-year-olds are generally stupid and obnoxious. And we loved pushing each otherâ€™s buttons.
Just as Dena was in the lotus position, I quietly flipped the switch for the other player. Dance music blared and she must have jumped sky-high. I fell to the ground laughing my ass off. I have to tell you, it was funny.
â€œOh, that is IT! You just couldnâ€™t leave it alone, could you?â€ Dena said, hopping to her feet and going to the wall where the ropes hung. â€œNow, you are MINE! Youâ€™re DEAD!â€
Dena grabed all three ropes off the wall and began to advance on me, grinning like the cat playing with a mouse.
Now at this point I had a problem, because the ropes hung on the wall near the staircase out of there, and the stereos were in the far corner. I hadnâ€™t planned an escape route, and Dena basically had me trapped. Uh oh.
â€œCome â€˜ere, sweetie. Time to tie you up!â€ Dena said, running at me. I had no time to react and just fell to the floor, basically surrendering. I was laughing hysterically and Dena rolled me on my stomach, grabbed my hands, and tied them behind my back.
â€œWhat are you, kinky?â€ I yelled. Verbal abuse was all I had left. â€œSome kind of kinky weirdo?â€
â€œOh, Iâ€™m VERY kinky,â€ Dena said, holding another rope, and sitting on my back facing my feet. She looked over her shoulder to see me. â€œIâ€™m just a bondage nut and youâ€™re my very first victim! Now hold still and stop squirming while I tie your feet!â€
Dena tied my feet tightly at the ankles and then, with the same rope (mustâ€™ve been the 8-footer) lashed my knees together. She then rolled me over and sat on me at the waist, pinning me.
She began to giggle maniacally. â€œOmigod! I canâ€™t believe I tied you up! This is so cool! Looks like youâ€™re my prisoner now, huh?â€ Dena said, still giggling.
â€œDENAâ€¦â€ I shouted but then Dena clamped her had over my mouth tight, shutting me up.
â€œShhhh,â€ Dena whispered. â€œNo yelling. Now Iâ€™m going to take my hand off your mouth and youâ€™re not going to yell again, OK?â€
Handgagged and helpless, I nodded. Dena removed her hand from my mouth but stayed on top of me.
â€œDena,â€ I said quietly, â€œplease untie me. You win. I wonâ€™t do it again. Please, untie the ropes and Iâ€™ll be good.â€
â€œNo, you wonâ€™t do it again, and yes, you WILL be good, because now youâ€™re ALL TIED UP! I think tonightâ€™s plans just changed â€“ Iâ€™m going to kidnap you instead. And you will be my little â€˜kidnap boy.â€™
(Thus, a nickname was born).
â€œOh, God, Denaâ€¦â€
â€œWait here. Iâ€™ll be right back,â€ Dena said, getting to her feet. She stood with her feet at my head and said slowly and sharply. â€œDo not move! If you do the punishment will be severe.â€
Dena left me tied up on the floor and walked into the back of the cellar, where I heard her doing something at the washer/dryer. I stayed bound and still â€“ I thought it best. She came around the corner with a laundry basket full of socks and t-shirts.
â€œI almost forgot â€“ I told my Mom Iâ€™d unload the dryer and fold these shirts and socks. OK,â€ she said, putting the basket down. â€œThatâ€™s for later. Back to business.â€
Dena grabbed a folding chair from against the wall and brought it over to where I was and sat in it, her feet at my head. She crossed her legs so one foot dangled just over my face and folded her arms.
â€œNow,â€ Dena said, â€œwhat to do with our little hostage here. First I think a very serious apology is in order!â€
â€œSure Dena, but could you move your feet first?â€ I asked, stupidly. â€œYour socksâ€¦â€
â€œWhat about my socks, Jess? Are they smelly? Are you insulting me by saying I have foot odor?â€ Dena asked, he foot staying there.
â€œWell, noâ€¦itâ€™s just thatâ€¦youâ€™ve been working outâ€¦â€
â€œOh, that is strike 4! Youâ€™re dead! And I just got a great idea. Hey kidnap boy, say hello to my little friend!â€ Dena said, and then she put her socked-foot over my mouth. I tried to scream but her foot was firm. No, the smell wasnâ€™t great (not terrible, but this was also more than a bit humiliating.
â€œGood! Enjoy my foot for a gag, you little creep! Consider it your first lesson,â€ Dena taunted while I tried to writhe out of the way. But her other foot stayed on my chest and I wasnâ€™t going anywhere.
â€œNow, letâ€™s see. Now that I finally have you quiet, I can think of your punishment. If 3 strikes means I tie you up, 4 strikes has to be MUCH WORSE!â€
I was screaming now into Denaâ€™s foot as she gagged me with it, but she didnâ€™t care. She looked down at me, giggling for about 20 seconds, and then said, â€œIâ€™m now ready to pass sentence. Does the defendant wish to say anything prior to being sentenced?â€
Again I tried to scream but Denaâ€™s foot kept me quiet. I struggled to free my hands but they were tightly tied behind my back.
â€œHmm, seems the catâ€™s got his tongue. OK, we shall now pronounce sentence on our little kidnap boy,â€ Dena said, leaning down but keeping her foot firm on my mouth. â€œI sentence you to the maximum sentence allowed by law for receiving 4 strikes from your wonderful friend Dena. Your sentence isâ€¦deathâ€¦BY TORTURE! You shall be tortured to death!â€
I continued to scream into her foot, giddy and scared.
â€œI need to take my foot off your mouth for a minute to get everything ready for the torture,â€ Dena said. â€œDO NOT MOVE, AND DO NOT SAY A WORD! Trust me, the torture will only get worse â€“ and LONGER â€“ you do. And if you move or say a peep, you get another foot gag â€“ only this time without the sock. BARE feet! Think about that for a minute. Remnember, not a word.â€
Denaâ€™s foot came off my mouth and I gasped for air, remaining still, while she went across the room, grabbed the heavy bar from her weight set (it weighed 45 pounds) and rolled ir over to where I was, at my feet. She then loaded up plenty of weight â€“ I think about 100 lbs. per side, and locked it in. She then grabbed my bound feet, grabbed the final piece of rope, and tied them down to the barbells. Basically, I was tied down at the feet to 250 lbs. or so, and the weights werenâ€™t going anywhere (they werenâ€™t round â€“ more hexagonal) I couldnâ€™t move my feet.
â€œAlmost ready, sweetie,â€ Dena said, pulling a long red sock out of the laundry basket. â€œNow, you can talk. Beg if you want. But nothing will save you from being tortured to death!â€
â€Dena, donâ€™t do this. Wh-what â€¦what are you doing,â€ I said as Dena advanced on me with the red sock and an evil grin. For a moment I thought Iâ€™d be gagged again, but she crouched down and instead blindfolded me with the sock. As always, the blindfold was tight â€“ not uncomfortable, but it wasnâ€™t going anywhere.
As I stammered for mercy, Dena got up and I could feel her moving toward my feet. â€œOooh, someoneâ€™s scared, isnâ€™t he?â€ Dena said. â€œSomeone KNOWS heâ€™s about to be tortured but good. Oh well.â€
Thatâ€™s when I felt her taking my socks off, leaving my feet bare.
â€œHello, little tootsies. Would you like to know how Iâ€™m going to torture you? As if you couldnâ€™t guess,â€ Dena giggled. â€œYour torture is Iâ€™m going to tickle you to death!â€
â€œDENA, NO! I CANâ€™T TAKE THAT! YOU KNOW HOW TICKLISH I AM. PLEASE DONâ€™T!!!â€
â€œHee hee hee. Yes, of COURSE I know how ticklish you are. Thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m going to tickle you, silly. Weâ€™ll just see how much you can takeâ€¦and maybe youâ€™ll learn a lesson!â€
With that, Dena began to tickle the bottoms of my feet and in between my toes and I saw stars. I shrieked with laughter as she scratched the souls with her fingers and tickled my feet everywhere. This was brutal.
â€œTickle tickle, little footsies,â€ Dena said in a baby voice. â€œOoh, such a ticklish wittle boy!â€
â€œAHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!!â€ was all I could get out.
â€œYes, thatâ€™s why I didnâ€™t gag you. Scream all you want. Your cries for help will never be heard,â€ Dena said villain-like, her fingers finishing up on my feet. â€œLetâ€™s tickle you somewhere else.â€
Thatâ€™s when I felt her savagely tickling my ribs and stomach. I tried to defend myself while screaming but Dena had tied my hands too well. I was now crying as well as laughing.
â€œThis is what you get! You get tickled by the master tickler for being bad!â€ Dena said, tickling my ribs and armpits with no letup. â€œYou just had to go and be a little wiseass, huh? Well, letâ€™s see how you like being tickle-tortured!â€
Denas tickle-torture continued without mercy for what seemed like forever. I begged and pleaded to no avail. I was helpless to Denaâ€™s sadistic tickling fingers.
By the time she got to my neck and starting running her fingers over it in light tickling strokes, I was moaning. I was laughed and screamed out.
Finally, Dena took off my blindfold and stopped tickling me. I panted and felt tears while I laughed and gasped. Dena stood over me with her foot on my chest.
â€œOK, youâ€™ve had enough, honey. Donâ€™t want to REALLY tickle you to death. Just a figure of speech. OK?â€ Dena said.
â€œTh-th-th-th thank you,â€ I stammered, still near-hysterical. â€œPlease untie me, Dena! Iâ€™ve learned my lesson!â€
â€œUmâ€¦noooo. No way will I untie you yet. Iâ€™ll release you from the torture chamber, but Iâ€™m going to bring you upstairs and keep you tied up for awhile. Thatâ€™s the best deal youâ€™re going to get, buddy. I wonâ€™t tickle you anymore, but Iâ€™m not untying you,â€ Dena said, and then she untied my feet from the barbell and helped me stand up. â€œLetâ€™s get upstairs!â€
It took a while but Dena hopped me up to the den and sat me on the futon, still tied up. I was finally composed.
â€œDena, that was the cruelest â€“ my God, I thought I was going to die!â€ I said.
â€œI know,â€ Dena replied. â€œI know how ticklish you are, and I know how good a tickler I am. You never had a chance!â€
We laughed and talked for a little while and Dena put the TV on. About an hour had lapsed since she first tied me up.
â€œCâ€™mon Dena, isnâ€™t it time to untie me now? Pleaseâ€¦â€
â€œNah, not yet. Iâ€™ve just got to try my favorite torture one more time. Comeâ€™ere!â€ And she grabbed and forced me face-up on the couch next to her.
â€œNO! Please donâ€™t tickle me anymore!â€ I yelled.
â€œIâ€™m not gonna tickle ya!â€ Dena said. â€œIâ€™m gonna do this!â€ And with that Dena clamped her socked foot over my mouth again, gagging me while she laughed like crazy.
â€œTickling you is fun, Jess. But thw smelly foot gag â€“ thatâ€™s my favorite,â€ Dena said. â€œMy feet are soooo comfy on your mouth.â€
Finalle Dena let me up and loosened the ropes enough so I could untie myself. While I did that, she observed how much fun she had.
â€œI think Iâ€™m going to have to tie you up on a regular basis!â€ Dena said, putting her feet to my face one last time as I freed myself finally of the ropes.
â€œMmmph---oh no,â€ I said, finally getting her foot off my mouth and dashing across the room to get away from my captor. â€œIf there is a next time, I should get to tie YOU up, Dena. Youâ€™re EVIL!â€
â€œYes I am,â€ she taunted, putting her feet up on the couch and tossing her head back victoriously. â€œYou want to tie me up, you have to catch me first! Donâ€™t worry, Iâ€™ll get you againâ€¦I just wonâ€™t tell you when. But soon, youâ€™ll be my kidnap boy again!â€
And that was the first time. I know it was long, but hopefully it was worth it.
Kidnap Boy

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:27 pm

Pt. 1: Sunday, February 15th 2004 - 12:37:29 AM
Pt. 2: Saturday, March 20th 2004 - 12:12:06 AM
Kidnapped and Tortured By Dena and Marisa (Part 1 + 2)
My next Dena story involves her friend Marisa. This happened about 2 weeks after the time I finally tied Dena up, only to have her escape, capture me, tie me down, torture me with itching powder, foot-gag me, and finally tickle me into craziness. She had gone easy on me from that point. Until this day.
I arrived at Denaâ€™s house at 3 p.m. on a Saturday â€“ her Mom was going out of town and mine was working, so naturally I was to sleep over. I donâ€™t know if I need to recap, but here goes â€“ Dena was blonde , beautiful, 17, a black belt, and my best friend. I was 14 and her frequent tie and tickle victim, mainly because she enjoyed it. I washer â€œkidnap boy.â€
I got to Denaâ€™s house and saw her putting her shoes on. Hereâ€™s what she was wearing: green cargo pants, green army-like socks, and a black, short-sleeve three button shirt. He shoes were those white Moccasins that were popular a few years back â€“ dunno what theyâ€™re called. I thought she looked sexy as hell, as always.
â€œHey squirt,â€ Dena said to me as I walked in, slipping into her shoes. â€œguess where weâ€™re going?â€
â€œHi,â€ I said, sitting down in the living room where she was. I had a windbreaker, red-t-shirt, jeans, socks, and sneakers on. â€œWhat do you mean â€“ I thought we were staying here?â€
â€œWe are Jess, but first we need to run an errand,â€ Dena said.
â€œWhere? The store?â€ I asked.
â€œSort of, Jess. Or should I say,â€ she stood up and started moving toward me, â€œKIDNAP BOY!â€
And with that Dena lunged at me, catching me easily, and pulling me to the floor, where she pinned me and laughed. I swear I wasnâ€™t in the door a minute!
â€œOh no!â€ I yelled. â€œDena, what are youâ€¦â€
â€œSilence, kidnap boy,â€ Dena yelled, and gagged me with her hand. â€œYes, Iâ€™ve let you go these past couple weeks. I bet you donâ€™t even fear me, evil Dena anymore, do you?â€
I mmphed into her hand but was helpless, pinned to the ground.
â€œDo you!â€ Dena yelled again, this time tickling me with her free hand. â€œAre you going to answer your best friend, or do I have to tickle it out of you???â€
I yelled into her hand and giggled like a crazed loon from the rib and stomach tickling, dreading my fate.
â€œJust as ticklish as ever, arenâ€™t we, you bad little boy?â€ Dena taunted while wiggling her fingers around my ribs while I thrashed, still hand-gagged. â€œWell, tonight is a good night for a kidnapping! Iâ€™ll tie you up good! Whether I torture you is up to you!â€
More mmphing from me into my hand while Dena tickled me for a few more second, then stopped.
â€œUnfortunately, Iâ€™m not happy with the ropes I use to kidnap you anymore. Mostly their my jump ropes, and itâ€™s always possible I could tie you up too well and have to cut you loose. Then Iâ€™d have to cut you loose, and Iâ€™d need new jump ropes. You see?â€ Dena said, finally ungagging me.
I gasped and said, â€œWhat do you mean?â€
â€œI mean,â€ Dena said, still on top of me, â€œI need special ropes, just for you, Jess. Just to tie you up with. Thatâ€™s why weâ€™re going shopping.â€
â€œWh-what?â€ I asked, incredulous.
â€œWeâ€™re going to go shopping, honey, at the hardware store for some new ropes. You can even help me pick them out!â€ Dena said, still on top of me.
â€œWhat are you, weird?â€ I asked, struggling while she pinned me. â€œYou want me to help pick out the ropes youâ€™re going to use to tie me up? Are you crazy?â€
Dena abruptly hand-gagged me again. â€œConsider it a field trip,â€ she said. â€œAnd watch your mouth. I told you that torture is NOT a guarantee tonight, maybe just tying you up. Of course, if you want to fight me, I suppose right now I can tie you up with your own shoelaces and tickle you until you cry. You choice!â€
Three minutes later we were in the car, heading for the hardware store.
The hardware store was mostly empty and was pretty big for a locally owned place. It was owned be a pretty rich guy who also owned a carpet warehouse in town, and his daughter worked at both. I mention this because his daughter was named Marisa and was 17 and one of Denaâ€™s best friends.
Marisa was behind the counter in â€œhousehold items,â€ a section that was entirely empty, when Dena and I approached.
â€œDee â€“ HI!â€ Marisa yelled, coming from behind the counter to hug her. She too, was hot. She had reddish-brown hair that was curly and past her shoulders, almost always tied in a pony tail. She wore a red-company vest over her button down short-sleeved sweater (it was warmish) and grey chinos and clogs. Yes, she was hot.
â€œAnd hi, Jeff. You pal-ing around with Dee this weekend?â€ Marisa asked, giving me an affectionate pat. She liked me â€“ one thing great about Dena was she made sure all her friends liked me.
Before I could answer Dena spoke up.
â€œMariss, we need to see your finest rope. It should be nice and soft, and plenty of it!â€ Dena said as I blushed the color of Marisaâ€™s vest. What was she doing?
â€œWell, weâ€™ve got all kinds of rope. I guess cotton is the softest. What do you need it for?â€ Marisa asked.
Oh God, I thought, sheâ€™s not going toâ€¦
Then it happened.
â€œTo tie him up,â€ Dena said, pulling me over to her by the arm.. â€œIâ€™m gonna tie him up tonight and I need JUST the right kind of rope to do it.â€
Now Marisa blushed, then bit her lip, then held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. â€œOmigod, are you serious?â€ she asked with a laugh.
â€œOf course Iâ€™m serious,â€ Dena said.
Marisa could tell she was serious and starting cracking up.
â€œYouâ€™re really going to tie Jeff up?â€ she asked. â€œWow! Do you know HOW to tie someone up?â€
Dena, God bless her, didnâ€™t let on that this had ever happened before. â€œWe, uh, had a bet, and Jess here lost. So now I get to tie him up. And I need good rope.â€
Marisa and she laughed and then Marisa said, â€œWell, then, miss, you and your, uh, HOSTAGE come this way,â€ and Marisa then took me by the hand to an aisle with all the rope.
She and Dena discussed the rope briefly, various kinds.
â€œWhat are you looking for?â€ Marisa asked. â€œYou want to tie his hands and feet, thatâ€™s all? Or hoist him up or something?â€
â€œMostly hands and feet,â€ Dena said, headlocking me. â€œWhatever holds this little tiger here.â€
â€œWell, then, this stuff here,â€ Marisa said, handing her a packet of 30 feet of white cotton rope â€œshould hold you little prisoner here forever. Get this kind.â€
â€œCare to try it on, Jess,â€ Dena asked, devastatingly while I blushed and giggled. â€œNah, guess not. Iâ€™ll take two bundles.â€
With that, we all walked over to her check out counter and Marisa rang up Denaâ€™s rope.
â€œYou know, Dee, two things,â€ Marisa said, handing her the rope in a bag.
â€œHmm?â€ Dena said.
â€œWell, I hear if you run the rope through the washer and dryer, it REALLY softens it up. You know, so it doesnâ€™t hurt him when heâ€™s tied up,â€ Marisa said.
â€œReally,â€ Dena said. â€œThanks, Iâ€™ll try that. What else?â€
â€œWell,â€ Marisa said with a killer smile and blush, reaching across the counter and taking my hand, â€œI havenâ€™t tied anyone up since I was about 10. I get off at 6 â€“ would you mindâ€¦â€
â€œCâ€™mon bye,â€ Dena said while I tried to object. But she put her hand over my mouth to shut me up. â€œYou and I will BOTH tie him up.â€
â€œOoooh,â€ Marisa giggled, winking at me. â€œSee you at 6:15, Jeffrey!â€
Oh God!
So there we were, back at Denaâ€™s house around 4 :30 â€“ we stopped for ice cream first. With me telling her all along I couldnâ€™t believe she told Marisa what we do. (NOTE: Yes, privately I was LOVING IT.)
I went down to turn on the TV while Dena walked straight to the cellar with the rope and put it in the wash. I heard the machine go on.
Dena came in the room, sat next to me on the futon, kicked her shoes off, and sat Indian style in her green socks. â€œThe ropes should be ready in an hour. I havenâ€™t decided whether to tie you up first or wait for Marisa to get here. Any thoughts?â€
â€œDena, I have no thoughts at all. Does it even matter what I think?â€ I asked.
Dena gave me that evil grin. â€œNo, it doesnâ€™t,â€ she said, inching over to me and putting her arm around me. â€œI guess I have to decide whatever is more HUMILIATING for you, huh? Being tied up by one girl or two. Tough choice.â€
â€œI donâ€™t suppose thereâ€™s anything I can do to change your mind? You know, we havenâ€™t talked about that. Can I buy you off? Do chores? Uhâ€¦be your slave for the day? Anything I can do to keep you from tying me up?â€ I asked, weakly.
â€œHoney, if I wanted a slave, Iâ€™d tie you up and MAKE you my slave. If I wanted your money, Iâ€™d tie you up and TAKE your money. No, no, no, no â€“ you are worth SO much more to me than that,â€ Dena snickered, still holding onto me.
â€œWhatâ€¦what do youâ€¦â€
â€œYouâ€¦.are myâ€¦ Kidnap Boyâ€ she said proudly, kissing me on the cheek and making me blush. â€œItâ€™s worth so much more than money. Looksie â€“ you just had the misfortune of being born three years after me. Tough break. But these days wonâ€™t last forever, so for now, Iâ€™m older, Iâ€™m tougher, and I â€“ I â€“ am the one who does the kidnapping!â€
I laughed and she did too.
â€œLetâ€™s watch MTV,â€ Dena said, sitting back. â€œRelax. Youâ€™ve got an hour before I decide.â€
How quickly an hour goes by.
An hour later Dena came from the dryer holding a huge bundle of warm, extra soft white rope. She went to a desk in the corner, got out some sciossors, and cut about 5 pieces, all 5 or 6 feet long. Marisa was due in about 25 minutes, and I could tell by the look on Denaâ€™s face that she didnâ€™t want to wait.
Dena tucked 4 of the 5 ropes into her pants pocker, grinned evil again, and said, â€œYouâ€™ve got 5 minutes to hide. GO!â€
I took off throughout the house while Dena sat down lauighing. I was looking for the perfect place to hide. Finally, I got it! I ran past her with about a minute to spare, into the garage, and got into her car and locked the doors. Safe!
Dena padded out to the garage in her socked feet. She stared at me in the backseat of the car and produced the rope. â€œGive up now and there wonâ€™t ne any torture!â€ Dena yelled. â€œIf you donâ€™t â€“ well, I have to recommend a harsher punishment.â€
â€œNo way!â€ I yelled back. Iâ€™m not coming out of here!â€
Dena shook her head and walked inside the house, where she stayed for a while. I checked my watch â€“ it was now 6:05 and Marisaâ€™s arrival was imminent. What was Dena doing in there? But I wasnâ€™t getting out to find out.
It was around that time that I realized I didnâ€™t have the car keys. And it was around THAT time that Dena emerged from the house with car keys in one hand, ropes in the other. I was dead.
I fought against the door, but Dena unlocked it, got ahold of me, and dragged me out. She then forced me into the house and tackled me, pinning me stomach down.
â€œSuch a bad, bad boyâ€ Dena yelled while trying my hands behind my back. â€œYou canâ€™t ever escape from me. Donâ€™t you know that by now, kidnap boy? Although I have to admit, giving you a head start was fun. There, all tied up. Letâ€™s get your feet.â€
And with that, she tied my feet at the ankles with very little problem. Then she tied my knees and dragged me over to the futon. As I got there, the doorbell rang! It was Marisa!
â€œCome on down, Marisa!â€ Dena yelled, standing over my bound body, and Marisa came trotting down the stairs. Dena quickly whispered, â€œOur secret is safe! This is our first time, as far as she knows, if you want. OK?â€
I nodded as Marisa arrived in front of me, wearing the same outfit (short-sleeved button-down sweater, grey chinos, clogs) minus the red store vest.
â€œOHâ€ Marisa whooped, holding her hands over her mouth again. â€œI canâ€™t believe it! You DID tie me up! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!â€
â€œOh, it was easy, hon. Iâ€™m a black belt, remember?â€ Dena said, dragging me off the futon and to the floor. â€œTake off your shoes and stay awhile. We need to figure out what to do with our hostage!â€
â€œMmmmmm,â€ Marisa purred, taking off her shoes to reveal her white socks and walking over to where I was, now bound at both girlsâ€™ feet. â€œWhat SHOULD we do to him, Dee? Our own hostage - This is sooooo exciting.â€
â€œW-w-w-well girls, if you donâ€™t mind me saying, I think the two of you should wrestle!â€ I stammered, stupidly, but amused by myself. Idiot.
â€œHmm. Heâ€™s talkative, isnâ€™t he?â€ Dena said. â€œWe should shut him up.â€
â€œYou mean we should gag him? Wow â€“ you play serious,â€ Marisa said. â€œWhat do you want to gag him with? We have some rags or tape or something?â€
â€œI have something in mind,â€ Dena said winking, while I groaned and writhed at her feet. â€œSit on him, wouldja Mariss, to hold him down? Iâ€™ll be right back.â€
Dena left the room and Marissa sat on my waist, pinning me, and giggling. â€œThis is so much fun â€“ its like youâ€™re our prisoner. You ever been tied up before, Jeff?â€
I was determined to keep our secret. â€œN-no, never,â€ I said. â€œYouâ€™re not going to hurt me, are you?â€
Marisa laughed, â€œOf course not. Weâ€™re just playing.â€
At that moment, Dena arrived with a folding chair from downstairs and placed it near my head, sitting down in it. Marisa continued to pin me, her knees at my sides and her feet behind her.
â€œI donâ€™t like my hostages talking back to me, Marisa. Do you?â€ Dena asked.
Marisa played along like a pro. â€œHmm,â€ she frowned, â€œno I do NOT!â€ Did you bring something to gag him with?â€
â€œSure did,â€ Dena sneered, raising her feet up. â€œRight here. My feet. This should shut you up, boy!â€ And Dena forced her right foot over my mouth while Marisa gasped.
â€œGod, Dena! Isnâ€™t that gross? I mean, your feet?â€ Marisa exclaimed while I yelled into Denaâ€™s latest foot-gag.
â€œNah, my feet donâ€™t smell to much, do they, kidnap boy?â€ she asked, calling me â€œthe name.â€
I writhed and moaned and yelled, â€œYes, your feet smell, Dena!â€ into her foot, uselessly.
Marisa was impressed. â€œWhat a great torture! A sock in his mouth. Youâ€™re good, Dena!â€
â€œI know a better torture, sweetie. Tickle him! Heâ€™s the most ticklish little boy you ever saw!â€ and I screamed like nuts into her foot.
â€œWhooo! Youâ€™re ticklish??? Oooo boy â€“ letâ€™s tickle you thenâ€ Marisa shouted with a taunting smile and started to ravage my ribs, stomach, and chest. Her wiggling fingers tickled me everywhere, almost as effectively as Dena.â€œWHEW! He IS ticklish, Dena! Tickle tickle, Jeff-rey! Wassa matter? You ticklish? Are you? Huh? Huh?â€
Tears were rolling down my face as Marisa tickled me half to death and Dena kept gagging me with her foot.
â€œTickle his feet, doll. Heâ€™ll jump out of his skin!â€ Dena yelled as my screams stayed muffled. â€œOoh, you donâ€™t want Marisa to tickle your little feet? To tickle your little footsies? Ooooh, too bad. Too bad your hands are tied behind your back, kidnap boy.â€
â€œYou feet, huh?â€ Marisa said with a demonic sparkle in her eye, â€œOK!â€ And she moved down to my ankles, pinning them. â€œLetâ€™s get your shoes and socks off.â€
Marisa took off both my shoes and both socks and then started to lightly finger my feet up and down, and I screamed some more into Denaâ€™s foot. I tried to loosen the ropes that tied me but couldnâ€™t. Torture!
â€œWoo-hoo! You ARE really ticklish!â€ Marisa yelled, tickling my feet up and down. â€œDema, you are so sadistic. I anyone tickled me like this, Iâ€™d die! Tickle tickle, Jeffie. Are your feet ticklish? Are they? Are they? Wooooo! Tickle tickle.â€
â€œMy turn,â€ Dena yelled. â€œLetâ€™s switch places. Out your foot over his mouth.â€
Dena got up an then pinned me while Marissa moved to the chair and I screamed, â€œNO! NO! NO MORE! DONâ€™T TICKLE ME ANYMORE! PLEASE! NO MORE! NO MORE! PLEASE! I CANâ€™Tâ€¦I CANâ€™Tâ€¦â€
â€œTime to shut you up,â€ Marissa said sharply and lowered her white socked foot onto my face. It didnâ€™t smell as bad as Denaâ€™s socks, but not that great either. â€œI started tickling you, and now Denaâ€™s going to finish the job. Tickle him to death, Dena!â€
And thatâ€™s what she practically did. Dena tickled me everywhere â€“ Marisa was a good tickler, but Dena was the best. I laughed and cried while she tortured my stomach, ribs, and feet, giggling all the while and taunting me. It was about 40 minutes worth (since the tickling started) when Dena finally stopped.
â€œBreak time,â€ she announce. â€œYou can take your feet off his mouth, Marisa. Heâ€™s ready to explode. Marisa giggled harded and took her feet off my mouth. Dena untied my feet while Marisa untied my hands and I kept panting.
â€œAre we letting him go?â€ Marisa asked.
â€œNo way,â€ Dena said. She took the uncut rope out and tied it around my ankle, then to the futon leg. It was 30 feet long â€“ long enough for me to go to the bathroom and walk around the room, but now I was basically on an ankle leash. â€œJust a temporary reprieve. Go to the bathroom and then come back. Donâ€™t try anything funny orâ€¦or Marisa will gag you with her bare feet!â€
â€œGuys, pleaseâ€¦â€ I begged.
Marisa took her sock off and wiggled her bare toes at me. â€œAre you disobeying us?â€ she asked. It was amazing how fast she picked up on our game she was loving it and was just as sadistic as Dena, it seemed!
â€œNo! No! I have to pee! Leave me alone! Do I get a break?â€ I asked.
â€œFor a while,â€ Dena said with a grin, wiggling her tickle-crazy fingers. â€œUntil we think of what to do to you next! Now get!
Dena and Marisa untied my hands and feet to let me go to the bathroom and have a reprieve, but they by no means were letting me go. Dena had tied a long piece of rope around my bare ankle and tied it to the leg of the sofa, basically putting me on a leash. I walked to the nearby bathroom, did my thing, and came out. Dena and Marisa were sitting on the couch, discussing my fate. (Remember â€“ Dena was a black belt and could take me anytime she wanted. As a â€˜wardrobe reminder,â€™ both girls had their shoes off. Marisa had a light-colored short-sleeved button down sweater, grey pants, and white socks. Dena had a black short-sleeved 3-button collared shirt, green cargo pants, and green socks.)
â€œHey, kidnap is back,â€ Marisa squealed. â€œIS it time to tie him up again?â€
â€œIt sure is,â€ Dena said. â€œOn the floor, on your stomach, NOW!â€
I obeyed. Dena came and sat on my back. â€œHand me the rope, Marisa,â€ she said.
Marisa obliged and Dena tied my hands behind my back as I lay face down. Marisa walked in front of me and stood at my head, her feet right at my nose. I tried to move away from them but Dena held my head there.
â€œI love this â€˜smelly feetâ€™ torture, Dee,â€ Marisa giggled, wiggling her toes under my nose. â€œHere â€“ do you enjoy my socks, darling? Oooh â€“ this is such torture. To bad we tied you up again â€“ you belong to us!â€
I was forced to endure Marisaâ€™s socks for a few more seconds when Dena let go of y head, moved to my feet, and tied them at the ankles and knees. She then rolled me over, pinned me at the waist, smiled, and wiggled her fingers in tickling motions.
â€œHee hee hee hee,â€ she giggled, wiggling her fingers about my bound body. â€œYou are helpless to the tickle torture!â€
â€œDenaâ€¦nâ€¦no. No! No more! Please! Not now! I canâ€™tâ€¦â€ and Marisa crouched down at my head and clamped her hand over my mouth.
â€œNo talking, Kidnap Boy!â€ Marisa said, also giggling. Denaâ€™s fingers kept wiggling and I screamed into Marisaâ€™s hand. â€œOh, stop screaming, poor baby. Dena, our poooor baaaby doesnâ€™t want us to tickle him anymore! Awwww! Well, at least Iâ€™m not gagging you with my feetâ€¦yet!â€
Dena kept wiggling those fingers and laughing. â€œYou know, the threat of tickle torture is sometimes worse than the actual torture. You just neverâ€¦knowâ€¦whenâ€¦â€ she said slowly, jabbing her fingers down toward me but never touching me, â€œâ€¦neverâ€¦knowâ€¦whenâ€¦Iâ€¦willâ€¦justâ€¦tickleâ€¦youâ€¦toâ€¦death!!!!!â€
I continued to scream into Marisaâ€™s handgag, Denaâ€™s fingers kept wiggling, I writhed to untie my hands to no avail, they both laughed, and finally Dena stopped and said, â€œOK, Mariss. You can take you hand off.â€
Marisa did and got up. Dena got off me and the two of them lifted me up and placed me on the couch.
â€œWeâ€™ve got a new game for you, Jess,â€ Dena said, her arms folded and grinning at me.
â€œWhat do youâ€¦â€
â€œDonâ€™t interrupt!â€ Marisa snapped, raising a socked foot close to my face, â€œor you get the feet!â€
â€œItâ€™s Marisaâ€™s idea, and I love it. And we both voted for it, which means we do it!â€ Dena said. â€œShe has the keys to her Dadâ€™s carpet warehouse. Weâ€™re going to take our bound captive for a ride there.â€
I went to speak and Marisa raised her foot again. â€œAh ah ah â€“ there will not be a third warning,â€ Marisa said. â€œOnce more and you get these dirty socks!â€
Dena continued. â€œWe decided that if torturing you is fun, then hunting you down, capturing you, and THEN torturing you would be awesome! So weâ€™re going to take you to the store, untie your feet, keep you hands tied behind your back, and give you five minutes to escape from us in the store. After five minutes, we start hunting you, and if you can go 30 minutes without being captured, then weâ€™ll untie you and leave you alone. I donâ€™t want to hear a word from you â€“ Marisa just loves foot-gagging you and is looking for an excuse. Weâ€™ree driving you there now. Get up!â€
I said nothing and barely struggled as they forced me to my feet. This carpet warehouse was a massive room with rows and piles of carpets in it. Kids who went there loved to climb on them like mountains â€“ there were plenty of places to hide. But how would I escape these two while tied up? Oh boy.
Dena and Marisa put their shoes on and hopped me to the car in the garage, where they forced me into the backseat and buckled me in with the lap buckle. I was still barefoot.
â€œIâ€™ll drive,â€ Dena said, opening the garage door and getting behind the wheel.
â€œGoodie,â€ Marisa exclaimed, suddenly getting into the backseat and then sitting about Â½ inch from me. â€œSo I get to ride in the back with our prisoner and tickle him the whole way there. Can I, Dena?â€
â€œSure,â€ Dena said as the car backed out, â€œgive him a little preview.â€
Marisa kept giggling as she tickled me with her fingers all over my stomach and ribs and armpits. My screams were incredible, and I thrashed as my seatbelt held me in, but Dena just turned on the radio and sang along to a song while Marisa playfully tickle-tortured my neck and face, too. She then out her mouth to my ear and whispered so closely that that too tickled like crazy.
â€œI love tickling people,â€ she whispered. â€œAnd you are so ticklish I just canâ€™t resist. Tickle tickle, little boy!â€
It was a 10 minute ride to the warehouse and I was pleading in a raspy, tearful voice. It was Marisaâ€™s giggly â€œcutenessâ€ that made this all the more unbearable.
Finally, the car stopped and Marisa stopped tickling me. She hopped out of the car and ran to the door in her clogs to unlock it while Dena unbuckled me and pulled me out of the car. I panted and giggled uncontrollably.
â€œGood God â€“ what did she DO to you?â€ Dena asked. â€œWhew â€“ that girl is one master tickler.â€ Then her voice got quiet for a minute.
â€œYou OK, Jess? Seriously?â€
I couldnâ€™t lie â€“ part of me loved this. â€œYeah,â€ I said softly. â€œI know you wonâ€™t hurt me.â€
Dena kissed her fingers and put them to my lips and said, very softly, â€œNever. Weâ€™re just going to play with you tonight. But weâ€™d never hurt you.â€
Then she hopped me to the open front door and inside the warehouse. Marisa drew all the blinds and turned the lights on dim. There were rows and piles of carpets laid out in this massive warehouse. Dena said me down on a small carpet pile and untied my feet, and then looked at me and shook her head.
â€œNo, we need more. We need to gag him. Mariss, is there tape in the office?â€ Dena asked.
â€œSure. Duct tape. Iâ€™ll go get it,â€ Marissa said, kicking her shoes off again and running into the office. Dena took off her shoes, one at a time, and placed them on the ground. Then she took the ropes that had tied my feet and tied them around my arms to my sides, pretty tight.
â€œDena, why are you going to gag me? Please donâ€™t.â€ I begged.
â€œHave to. Every little advantage counts!â€ Dena said, finishing tying me up as Marissa ran out with the silver tape.
â€œGag our hostage,â€ Dena ordered.
Marissa smiled that wicked smile and tore off a large piece of tape. She kept smiling as she advanced on me and gagged me. She added one more and then stepped back to look at me.
â€œPerfect!â€ Marisa said. â€œI think men should ALWAYS be gagged, personally.â€
â€œAlright, here we go.,â€ Dena said.â€ Marissa and I are going into the office for five minutes. That is you chance to escape. This is basically a big hide and seek game. If we donâ€™t catch you in a half-hour, you win and we untie you. If we DO capture you, you will be sentenced to death by torture!â€
This made me think of the first time Dena ever tied and tortured me and, for some reason, I felt safe. Once again, I was 14 and Iâ€™m sure I had a little kinkiness in me. I wanted to get free, but I canâ€™t say I was having a bad time.
Dena and Marissa padded into the office and shut the door. â€œGo!â€ they both yelled and I ran. I took off with my hands tied and with a gag on my mouth and tried to find a place to hide. I managed to climb up a large pile of carpet toward the back and to shinny myself between two carpet roles. There was a big clock on the wall that I could see. I waited for them to come out.
â€œReady or not, here we come,â€ Marisa yelled out. â€œDena you check that side and Iâ€™ll check this side. Our hostage couldnâ€™t have gotten far!â€
I panted into my gag as I hid and the minutes ticked away. 5, 6, 7. Marisa and Dena yelled out various taunts.
Marisa â€“ â€œWhen we catch him, letâ€™s spank him!â€
Dena â€“ â€œWeâ€™ll put that duct tape on his skin and rip it off!â€
Marisa â€“ â€œI think Iâ€™ll put my bare toes in his mouth!â€
Dena â€“ â€œOh, little boy, I am going to tickle your feet until they fall off!â€
About 15 minutes had passed when everything got quiet. I got nervous and decided I needed to move. I squirmed out of my hiding place, got to my feet, turnedâ€¦and there was Marisa! I screamed into my gag and ran down the pile of carpet, only to fall and land on one of the lower piles. Marisa ran in and pounced on me, pinning on this same pile of carpets.
â€œDena, I got him! I got him! Back right side! Come on!â€ she yelled. Then she looked at me and my defeated, pleading eyes. â€œOh, we are just going to TORTURE YOU TO DEATH!!!â€
Dena arrived with more rope in her hands and smiled and resumed playing the part of the evil kidnapper.
â€œWell well well. Looks like our hostage was trying to escape! The punishment for escaping is, as you know, death by torture! Marisa, here, tied his feet again and prepare the victim to be punished mercilessly,â€ Dena said.
Marissa tied my feet and said, â€œWhere should we do it?â€
â€œRight her,â€ Dena said, kneading the carpet with her socked feet. â€œNice and comfy. Take his gag off and let him scream for mercy!â€
Marisa crouched down and ripped my gag off.
â€œNO! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! ANYTHING!!! ANYTHING!!! DONâ€™T TORTURE ME!!!!â€
â€œOooh, I love it when they bed,â€ Marissa said, turning to Dena. â€œShall we tickle him to death?â€
â€œYup,â€ Dena said, and the two pounced on me and tickled me far worse than anything Iâ€™d gotten yet. It went on forever â€“ at least a half-hour, and I was crying and laughing so hard I thought I would explode.
â€œI told you, I LOVE tickling people, especially kidnap victims like you,â€ Marisa said, rising to her feet. â€œHow about my feet?â€ she asked and started tickling my ribs with her socked feet while Dena tickled my feet with short, slow finger-strokes. Finally Dena stopped and ran off.
â€œKeep tickling him, Mariss. Iâ€™ve got one more torture to top him off,â€ she yelled, and Marisa stopped with the feet and crouched down and savagely tickled me all over again. Dena came back with her shoes and said, â€œOK, I think heâ€™s had enough. Footgag him â€“ we KNOW he loves that!â€
I was breathless and could barely speak as Marisa sat back and placed her foot over my mouth.
â€œOne final torture,â€ Dena said, taking one of her shoes and crouching over me. â€œFoot odor!â€
I mmmmphed into Marisaâ€™s foot as Dena placed one of her shoes over my nose, then the other. They smelled pretty bad and I gasped for mercy.
â€œThat is so gross and cruel, Dena!â€ Marisa laughed. â€œStinky feet! Oh, we are so cruel, Jessie, arenâ€™t we? Donâ€™t you love being our hostage?â€
This is getting kind of long so Iâ€™ll wrap up. Dena kept up the foot odor torture for another minute or so, then untied my feet as Marisa kept footgagging me. Finally, Marisa stopped and they led me sobbing to the car and drove me back to Denaâ€™s place. Marisa had a question as she untied my hands there and Dena massaged my feet.
â€œKidnapped by two girls, tied up, gagged with our hands and feet, tickled to death, made to smell awful foot odor, chased and captured, the tickled again so hard you cried, and humiliated in every wayâ€¦well, did you like it?â€ she asked with a laugh.
I took a minute as Marisa began to massage my shoulders and Dena kept doing my feet. Two hot girls. I was in heaven. â€œYeah. I love it,â€ I said, seriously.
And we all laughed.
Thatâ€™s all.
Kidnap Boy

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:28 pm

Sunday, October 12th 2003 - 12:37:07 AM
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Dena sat over me on the futon as I lay on the floor, hands and feet bound. She had tied me up again with rope and I was once again her hostage. I knew what was coming and dreaded it.
Dena was 17 and I was 14 â€“ she was my motherâ€™s best friendâ€™s daughter and my friend since we were babies. We were really close and I looked up to her because she could do anything. She was amazing. I went to her house to study most days because she liked the company and my Mom (she was single and worked late) wanted me to be kept an eye on. Our moms were out of town this day and Iâ€™d be staying over. Dena â€“ blonde and muscular and pretty- had decided it was time to kidnap and torture me again â€“ this happened about twice a month, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for only 15 minutes.
Dena had grown fond of tying me up, and even though I resisted almost all the time, she had a trump card over me â€“ her black belt in tung su do. She could break a board with her feet, and was a master. 2nd degree, I think. She never used it on me to hurt me â€“ only overpower me. She called me he â€œkidnap boy.â€ She would approach me the same way each time; Iâ€™d be watching TV and sheâ€™d walk in with ropes in her hands and say, â€œTime to tie you up. Go hard or easy. If you go easy I may show you some mercy!â€
Some days I would just roll over and let her tie me up. Others I would run and fight. This was one of those days. As always, she chased me, tripped me, and overpowered me. She tied my hands, dragged me to the futon (a lower couch that suited her sadistic intentions) and then sat on me while tying my feet at the ankles. She was a master with knots â€“ girl scouts. Again, she could do ANYTHING.
Now she sat over me with a mint green lacoste shirt (short-sleeves), green cargo pants, and grey cable knit socks. I was barefoot with a t-shirt and jeans â€“ I hated being barefoot, but whenever Dena tied me up, she always took my shoes off.
So now Dena sat on the futon over her bound hostage and prepared for her favorite series of tortures.
(I once asked her why she did this. She said, â€œWhy do I tie and torture you? Because itâ€™s so fun and easy! Some day Iâ€™ll let you tie me and youâ€™ll see how empowering it is. Plus, honey, you KNOW Iâ€™d never hurt you.â€)
Now, I was a dead man because I resisted. â€œYouâ€™re all mine once again!â€ Dena whispered. â€œI shall show my prisoner no mercy this time!â€
â€œAre you ready for your torture, my sweet little hostage?â€ Dena purred at me, uncrossing her legs from Indian style and moving her feet to my chest.
â€œDena! Please! I canâ€™t move!!!â€
She knew that and giggled. â€œOf course you canâ€™t move! Thatâ€™s why youâ€™re tied up â€“ you need to hold still for your torture.â€
â€œDena, please, not this. Please! I hate this! Iâ€™m begging you!â€
â€œOoh, I love it when my little boy begs me. Too bad! I tied you up and I canâ€™t waste it! I have to torture you! Here come the feet!â€ And with that she prepared for her favorite torture â€“ her socked foot over my mouth. She would do it for 5 minutes at a time, often tickling me and teasing me too.
â€œNO!!!â€
â€œHmm, left or right foot? My socks arenâ€™t too smelly today. At least, not to me,â€ Dena taunted and lowered her right foot onto my mouth. â€œDonâ€™t worry, darling. In 5 minutes Iâ€™ll change feet. Why donâ€™t you try and scream into the sole of my foot a little. I know you love that â€“ it helps you pass the time! Here, Iâ€™ll give you a reason. Iâ€™ll tickle you!â€
Dena reached down and dug her fingers into my ribs while he foot stayed on my mouth. I screamed like a banshee into her socked foot. Nothing came out, and she pressed her foot ever so gently down on my mouth to hold me there.
â€œTickle tickle, little hostage. Ohh, my baby boy is sooooo ticklish. And remember, you bite my feet and I punish you juuuust a little bit more!â€
I knew what this meant. This meant she took her socks off and gagged me with her bare feet!
â€œYou have no choice, little boy, but to lie there all tied up and take it. I wonâ€™t stop tickling you until Iâ€™m sure youâ€™ve had enough! And my foot is just sooo comfy over your little mouth right now. I looooove gagging you with my feet. How humiliating!â€
After 5 minutes she stopped and took her foot off my mouth. I was almost in tears.
â€œTime for the left the left foot,â€ Dena announced, and planted the socked foot on my lips again. She then grabbed my bound feet and brought them, bent at the knees, to her lap.
â€œHee hee hee. I shall now tickle you feetâ€
I screamed â€œNOOOOOâ€ into her foot.
â€œThatâ€™s it. Let me hear you try and scream. Here come the tickle birds. SCREAM, boy!â€ And Dena tickled the soles of my feet without mercy, her foot planted on my mouth the whole time. My eyes were bulging as I looked at her helpless, pleading.
â€œWhat are you looking at, little boy? Say hello to my right foot again!â€ and she planted her right foot over my eyes. I was now essentially blindfolded and gagged with her feet.
â€œI could just tickle you all say, you silly little rabbit. And maybe I will,â€ Dena teased, stroking her fingers between my toes. â€œMaybe some day Iâ€™ll let you tie me up. But until then, you are my kidnap boy. Forever and always. Oooh, sorry, does that tickle? Huh? Huh? Does that tickle? Hee hee hee.â€
Finally, she stopped tickling me and took her feet off my face. But I would be tied up for a while.
â€œIâ€™m not untying you for a looooong while. So get used to it, darling,â€ Dena said with a laugh. â€œNow come here and sit with your best friend.â€ She grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up to the futon, sitting me next to her, half-in her lap. â€œDonâ€™t you dare resist me or Iâ€™ll tickle you some more!â€
I spent the next hour sitting next to her on the couch watching TV, bound hand and foot still, while she cuddled me and occasionally tickled me. â€œYouâ€™re so ticklish,â€ she squealed. â€œSuch a ticklish little boy. I could just tickle you to death!â€
Alas, she didnâ€™t, and I was eventually untied. But just before she did, Dena got up to her feet, pushed me down so I was lying on the futon, and said, â€œA little something to remember me by, until the next time I tie you up.â€ And forced her right foot over my mouth again. These socks werenâ€™t that clean and smelled a little, but I had no choice. Finally, Dena took her foot off my mouth and untied me.
â€œNext time I tie you up Iâ€™ll show you some mercy, OK?â€
â€œDoes there have to be a next time?â€ I asked.
Dena crouched down next to me, untying the last rope from my feet, and giggled hard. â€œUntil you can fight me off, honey bun, there will ALWAYS be a next time. I canâ€™t help myself. Iâ€™m just a girl who loves to tie you up!â€
THE END
Kidnap Boy

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:29 pm

Wednesday, October 29th 2003 - 11:30:29 PM
Tying Dena...and paying for it
OK, hereâ€™s the story of the time I actually got to tie up Dena, my blonde, beautiful, black-belted best friend. Sorry for the alliteration.
Denaâ€™s mom and my mom were best friends. She was 3 years older than me and basically an icon in my life. She could do it all â€“ sports, she was beautiful, she was funny, and she genuinely loved me. Like we were brother and sister. Everyone she knew, she made sure I knew and they liked me. Weâ€™re still close today, and when I was 14 and she was 17, she was the center of my world. And she knew karate (tung su do â€“ the Chuck Norris kind) like an expert, meaning she could take me whenever she wanted). The catch was she was kinky and very aggressive and loved to tie me up. And, as you recall, she would torture me by gagging me with her socked feet and then tickling me into oblivion. Sometimes she would just tie me, but usually the torture would ensure. I was, as she called me, her â€œkidnap boy.â€
I pestered Dena for a while to finally give me a chance to kidnap her â€“ to tie her up and hold her hostage. We spent most days together after school and I stayed at her house once/twice a week when my Mom worked overnights at the hospital (she was a nurse). I just wanted one chance.
â€œYou couldnâ€™t tie me up if you had detailed instruction how, Jessie,â€ Dena teased me on the phone one night. My name is Jeff â€“ Dena and only Dena called me Jessie. â€œYou need to overpower someone to tie them up. I can overpower you with ease â€“ you could never overpower me! Even if you tied my hands, I could take you with nothing more than my feet.â€
â€œI just want a chance, Dee. Câ€™mon â€“ weâ€™ve been friends since we were little. Some day weâ€™ll outgrow this weird stuff. You tied me up, Iâ€™ll bet, 40 times. At least. Youâ€™ve put your smelly socks over my mouth time after time. Youâ€™ve tickled me so hard I cried! Donâ€™t I deserve a chance.â€
Dena giggled and I figured my pleas were falling on deaf ears. Then she shocked me. â€œAlright, baby boy. One chance. Poker. Tomorrow night. Are you sleeping over?â€
â€œYeah, my Mom is working straight through.â€
â€œOK,â€ Dena said. â€œTomorrow night, bring $20. Iâ€™ll do the same. First one to clean the other out gets to tie the other one up.â€
Dena always won at cards. Again, she was great an EVERYTHING.
â€œDena, you alwaysâ€¦â€
â€œYes or no, Jess. This is your only chance. You beat me, Iâ€™ll let you tie me up and hold me prisoner all night.â€
I thought about it and realized this was my best chance. I told her she had a deal.
She giggled. â€œOK, hot shot, bring your money and your strength. Because if I win, I wonâ€™t just tie you up. Iâ€™ll torture you so bad you wonâ€™t be able to get the words, â€œPleaseâ€ out!â€
Tomorrow arrived. Denaâ€™s Mom and Dad were gone for the weekend. I arrived after school and we both got changed. I had jeans on with sneakers, socks, and a concert T-shirt. She wore a tight red t-shirt â€“ kind of like a leotard only it was just a shirt â€“ with sweat pants and dark athletic socks.
Dena collected my money - $20 â€“ and gave me 20 pennies, each valued at a dollar.
â€œHere are the rules â€“ no limit on raises,â€ Dena said. â€œYou can go all-in whenever you want. First one cleaned out becomes a bound hostage. And if itâ€™s youâ€¦well, say your prayers. Because you jut might not live through the torture Iâ€™ve got planned.â€
She dealt the cards. I had a sick feeling â€“ like Iâ€™d have her socks over my mouth any second. I was nervous and it showed. She dealt me two 4s and junk. (You get I remember!)
â€œCheck,â€ I said.
â€œI bet 4,â€ she said. â€œBet or fold.â€
I called it and she asked how many cards I wanted. I said 3. I got the 3rd 4 and nothing. Three of a kind is good, but this was low, and when she took 1, I had the sick feeling I was being played for a fool.
Dena began to laugh evilly. â€œOh, Jeffrey, you have no idea how dead you are. You see, because I bet 1st last time, I bet 1st this time. And my hand is pretty great. So I tell you what â€“ if you concede the game right now, Iâ€™ll show you mercy. Iâ€™ll tie you up only â€“ not torture, no smelly feet, no tickling, no ice cubes on the skin. Deal?â€
I wanted to run, but I had to take my chance. â€œJust bet, Dee. Your trash talk does nothing. Youâ€™ll be in just as much trouble as me if you lose.â€
â€œYou know I could tie you up at will, right? Watch your mouth.â€
â€œDee, please bet!â€
She looked at me with a sadistic look in her eye, leaned in close, and said to me, â€œOK. I bet it all. All in! And you, little boy, are dead! I am going to tie you up and make you SUFFER!!!â€
I tell you, I came damn close to folding. But where would I be if I did that, folding 3 of a kind? No, I had to see it through. Maybe she only had 2 pair. â€œCall,â€ I said, nervous as hell.
Dena smiled a taunting smile. â€œHand me those ropes and get ready, babe. Queens over Jacks. Two high pair. Quite a deal for myself, yes?â€
I jumped off. â€œYou lose! 3 of a kind! Ha ha! Yessss!!!!!!!! You are mine! I WON! I WON!â€
Dena was dumbfounded, but she gave in. â€œUnbelievable. I NEVER lose!â€
Dena had brought ropes, cloth elastic belts, and a roll of duct tape out before we played.
â€œOn your stomach, Dena,â€ I ordered, getting to my feet. â€œOh, am I going to enjoy this.â€
â€œYou better not be a sore winner,â€ Dena said, lying down with her socked feet together and her hands behind her back. â€œOh, one thing. Iâ€™ve got a competition (karate) on Sunday - I donâ€™t want to hurt my ankles or feet. The ropes are too hard on them. Will you use the belts on my feet, please?â€
She was sincere and of course Iâ€™d honor her request. I took the ropes and tied Denaâ€™s hands behind her back, and then I tighly fastened the belt around her feet at the ankles. It had a chrome-type buckle that I buckled in back. It was tight. Dena was now bound hand and foot on the floor. The duct tape I didnâ€™t use.
â€œYou are my prisoner, kidnap girl!â€ I growled.
â€œOh my oh my. Why donâ€™t you watch some TV and Iâ€™ll just lie here while you enjoy having a hostage for once,â€ Dena said.
â€œWatch TV? And blow my one chance? Are you crazy? Hey Dee, are you ticklish?â€
â€œDonâ€™t you dare, Jeffrey! That wasnâ€™t part of the deal!â€ Dena yelled.
â€œDeal? Youâ€™ve tortured me how many times? Now itâ€™s your turn. Iâ€™m going to get you but GOOD!â€ I yelled back.
And with that I quickly sat on her legs and started to tickle the hell out of her stomach and robs. Dena shrieked.
â€œWooooo! Stop it.â€¦hahhahahaha! Iâ€™ll kill you!!! I WILL UNTIE MYSELF AND SLOWLY KILL TOU!!! YOUâ€™RE DEAD!!!â€ Dena screamed. I did this for a minute and she kept up with the threats.
My big chance had now arrived. I took off my sneakers and revealed my sweat socks. â€œI think I need to keep my little prisoner quiet/ But what with? Oh, I knowâ€¦â€
â€œNo! No! Donâ€™t you dare,â€ Dena screamed as I got up and she writhed on the floor with her hands and feet bound.
â€œSorry, sister â€“ itâ€™s time to shut you up,â€ I laughed and lowered my foot. But Dena rolled out of the way and quickly rolled across the room. I didnâ€™t realize it, but the momentum had swung. She rolled to the other side of the room and very quickly, although she was tied up, got to her feet.
â€œWhere are you going?â€ I said. â€œCome back and accept your punishment!â€
â€œNo way,â€ Dena said, and she literally hopped by me and fell onto the futon. She sat there tied up and I advanced on her.
Big mistake.
Forgetting, perhaps, about the skills Dena possessed with her feet, I moved in to tickle her unguarded. She saw the opening and kicked her bound feet into my midsection. Hard enough to knock the wind out of, although I wasnâ€™t too hurt.
I fell to the ground and Dena pounced on me. I was hurting. Then she jumped off of me and, still bound hand and foot, got to her stomach , reached up her bound hands, and unclipped the belt holding her feet. Her feet were free!
â€œWhat was it you were saying, Jess?â€ Dena asked, standing over me. Before I could get up she sat on top of me at my legs, her back and bound hands facing my face. I tried to get her off but was still a little reeling from the kicks.
â€œUntie me now!â€ Dena demanded, and she then started to tickle my stomach with her bound hands. Yes, you heard me right! Her hands were tied behind her back, but Dena was tickle-torturing me anyway. I tried to fight her off my the longer her fingers stayed buried in my ribs, the weaker I got. Mind you, Iâ€™m INCREDIBLY ticklish.
â€œOh, you wonâ€™t untie me? Gee, thatâ€™s too bad. Because I can just tickle you to death with my hands tied behind my backâ€ Dena said and kept up the tickling. The whole while sheI panted and couldnâ€™t fight her off. â€œUntie my hands now, boy!â€
â€œSTOP TICKLING ME FIRST!â€ I screamed.
â€œOK, but if I donâ€™t feel you untying me, you get worse! You canâ€™t get me off you, and my fingers are in perfect position to tickle you all day!â€ Dena said.
â€œAlright alright,â€ I said, practically in tears and stunned that Dena once again had gotten tge best of me.
Dena stopped tickling me and I reached up and untied her hands. She then jumped up, grabbed me, pinned me to the floor, and grabbed the roll of duct tape.
â€œYou are a dead man!â€ Dena said. â€œYou think you can torture me! You donâ€™t know what torture is!â€ And she then very quickly tied my hands in front of me with the duct tape, wrapping it several times. She then turned around, still on top of me, and bound my feet with the duct tape. Good God, what happened?! I was Denaâ€™s prisoner again!â€
Dena then got up, looked down at her bound captive, and placed her black-socked foot over my mouth. Just to taunt, I think.
â€œRemember your favorite foot gag, kidnap boy? Just a little preview!â€ Dena said. And she then crouched down, raised me off the floor, and flung me over her shoulder, first putting the tape roll around her wrist and the excess rope in her sweat pants pocket. She started walking with bound and over her shoulder upstairs (at the time, I was slim and weighed about 115. She was very, very strong.)
â€œWhat are you going to do to me?â€ I yelled, scared.
â€œIâ€™m going to tie you to me parents bed, if you must know. Itâ€™s a king-size and it gives me more room,â€ Dena said.
â€œMore room for what?â€ I asked as we arrived in her parents room and she flopped me on the bed.
Dena quickly climbed on top of me, pinned me, and tied my hands over my head to the headboard with rope. My bound feet, fully stretched out, reach the foot board, so she tied them down to the board with rope and tape.
Dena then started to tickle me. â€œMore room to explore my sadistic urges,â€ she said, fluttering her fingers in my rib cage. â€œYou are MINE for the whole night, my little kidnap boy. Letâ€™s hear you scream while I tickle you.â€
I did scream until she hand gagged me. Then Dena tore off a piece of duct tape and gagged me with it. â€œPoor baby,â€ Dena gushed. â€œDonâ€™t worry. I wonâ€™t keep that horrible tape gag on you all night. Iâ€™ll replace it with my nice, comfy feet soon enough. But I need to do something first. Wait here!â€
Dena hopped to her feet and ran out of the room. I lay on the bed â€“ her bound, gagged, helpless, and scared prisoner. What did she have in store for me?
Well, thatâ€™s a story for another time.
Kidnap Boy

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:30 pm

Thursday, April 28th 2005 - 09:38:52 PM
Dena Tortures Me, Again (con't) - REPOST
Original Title: Dena Tortures Me, Again (con't)
Original Post Date: Saturday, November 29th 2003 - 04:30:43 AM
Hi. It's Kidnap Boy again. I was supposed to fill you in a while ago on more adventures of being kidnapped, tied, and tortured by Dena, my beautiful, blonde, black-belt friend. But my computer crashed for a while. Sorry.
You remember the setup. She was 17, I was 14, and I was her constant kidnap victim.
(BTW the first half of this story is in neverland right now. Stuck in limbo because the October stories haven't been archived yet. Will this happen soon?)
So here we go with the rest of the story that I started in October.
When we last left off, she had me stretched out and tied down to her Momâ€™s bed. I was sleeping over and had finally won the chance to tie Dena up after dozens of times of her tying me. But when I went too far and started tickling her, she fought back, escaped, overpowered me, and tied me up with duct tape, then tied me down to the bed. After a swift tickling, she tape-gagged me and left me whimpering in the room. She was wearing a tight red T-shirt, sweats, and black socks. As you may recall, one of her specialty tortures was the socked-foot gag, but that had only happened briefly so far. She exited the room for a moment promising a night of brutal torture.
"MMMPPH! DDDDMAAA!"I screamed into the tape gag, still suffering from the first round of tickling while I heard Dena down the hall in her room. I was wildly ticklish and Dena was about as top and expert as you could find when it came to tickling. Remember, we were like lifelong best friends

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:32 pm

Ok, you might want to get a large glass of water or something else to drink while reading, 'cause it's very long...
Monday, June 6th 2005 - 12:52:21 AM
A Long Day With Dena
Here's a very long, crazy story about me and Dena. It's my favorite, actually.
1 â€“ â€œThe Sceneâ€ â€“
This happened about two weeks after Dena tied me up to tutor me and then tickled-tortured me until I got every answer on her quiz right. I got an â€œAâ€ on the exam, and once again Dena had her way torturing her â€œKidnap Boy.â€ I was 15 and she was 18, and I was no match for her with her karate skills (tung su do, actually). But she was beautiful and affectionate I my best friend and I really loved it, mostly. Her footgags were smelly but I was 15, she was gorgeous, and I had no problem being that close to ladiesâ€™ feet. The tickling was awful â€“ I was hyperticklish â€“ but Dena was so sinister and playful that I couldnâ€˜t help but egg her on.
I arrived at her house this day in sweatpants and a t-shirt with sneakers and socks. I got there about 9 a.m. and her Mom was working until 6 that night. It was just Dena and me.
â€œHi honey!â€ Dena said as she opened the door and gave me a huge hug. She wore a black v-neck sweater with short sleeves, green cargo pants, and green argyle socks. He usual look. Dena never wore shoes â€“ she was in her socked feet. â€œWeâ€™re gonna have so much fun today. I finished my paper last night and I have all day to play with my best friend!! I could just hug you to death!â€
Dena was really giddy. A few days earlier after my exam results I had a moment where I told her how much she meant to me and how much I loved knowing her, and since then she was just super affectionate to me. She was a softie for sentiment.
â€œHugging me to death sounds better than tickling me to death!â€ I said after she stopped hugging and I walked into the hallway, dropping my backpack.
â€œNo reason we canâ€™t do both!â€ Dena said and ran at me from behind and sank her fingers into my ribs, screaming, â€œIâ€™m gonna getcha!â€ I fell to the floor and Dena stood over me tickling me more. I reached up and tickled her above the knees and upper legs. She yelped and scampered off. She ran downstairs and jumped onto the futon and sat with her feet pressed together, giggling and grinning. I joined her and we cuddled on the couch.
â€œYou know, YOUâ€™Re just as ticklish as I am,â€ I told her. â€œArenâ€™t you afraid that someday Iâ€™ll kidnap you and tickle-torture you to get back for all the times youâ€™ve done it to me.â€
Dena laughed and reached one of her feet into my ribs, making it my turn to giggle and double over. â€œOh Jess, how many times do I have to tell you. Iâ€™m the kidnapper, and YOUâ€™RE my Kidnap Boy. You were born to be my victim! And thereâ€™s nothing you can do about it. I can tie you up like that!â€ she said, snapping her fingers and laughing more, wiggling her toes in my stomach.
(What I didnâ€™t tell Dena was that I had bought real handcuffs at a novelty store a few days earlier and they were in my bag, awaiting a chance to be used on her. We never used handcuffs before. The dozens of times Dena tied me she did it with ropes, belts, pantyhose, or duct tape. The one time I tied her I did it with belts and rope. But how would I get her?)
â€œAnd if you donâ€™t watch it,â€ Dena laughed, moving her foot from my stomach to my mouth, â€œIâ€™ll tie you up again reaaaal soon!â€ I shook her foot off and tickled it through her sock. She yelped again.
We playfought a little more and we each tickled each other, and after that she showed me videos she rented, games we could play, and even talked about going to a small party that afternoon with some of her friends, who all liked me. Sounded like a good day and we started by watching a video for about an hour â€“ there was no more talk of â€œKidnap Boy,â€ though.
2 â€“ â€œAn Openingâ€
A while later, around 1 p.m., after we had lunch, then we went upstairs to her room and Dena showed me the main reason she was so happy â€“ her completed term paper, 30 pages and ready to go, 3 months of work done 3 weeks early. She was an ace student and often finished stuff early. It didnâ€™t have to be turned in for 3 weeks still, but she was going to do it Monday anyway. She showed it to me on disk. Hmmm, I thought. I might have something here.
If I could get the disk and hide it, I could basically hold it hostage. And I could tie her up today as part of the ransom. And maybe 3-4 more times over the next two weeks before giving it back. It was risky, but I decided to go for it. I suggested we play â€œRiskâ€ â€“ we both still loved the game even though we were in high school â€“ and Dena said OK and ran to the back of her basement to get it.
I quickly grabbed my bag from the front hall and put the cuffs and key in my sweatpants pocket. I grabbed the disk from the drive, put it in itâ€™s paper case, and looked for a hiding place. In her Momâ€™s room, in the back of the closet, was a tall stack of old magazines about 4 feet high (Home Journal, Cosmo, Glamour â€“ stuff like that.) I knew they were there because one time Dena tied me up (what else?) and had to put me in the closet because a friend stopped over to copy some class notes.
(Dena had no idea I knew the magazines were there there â€“ she had blindfolded me that time but I was able to manage to wriggle it off just a bit against the floor even though my hands were tied behind my back, looking for something to cut the ropes. No dice, though, and I replaced the blindfold before Dena came to get me that time.)
I stashed the disk in the 3rd magazine from the bottom and covered everything back up just the way it was. Dena would never find it. I then got back to her room just before she got back with â€œRisk.â€
3 â€“ â€œMy Upper Handâ€
Dena set the came down and sat on the floor to set up. Her cordless phone was in my other pocket. For a reason.
â€œYou know?â€ I said, â€œ I think we should play something else to start.â€
â€œJess, I just ran down to get this â€“ why didnâ€™t you say something,â€ Dena said giving me an annoyed smile. â€œWhat else do you want to do?â€
â€œLook what Iâ€™ve got,â€ I said and pulled out the handcuffs.
Dena put her hand over her mouth and laughed.
â€œYou have handcuffs now? I donâ€™t believe it,â€ Dena said, getting to her feet and walking toward me. â€œAre they real?â€
â€œYep â€“ got â€˜em a couple days ago. Cool, huh?â€
â€œIâ€™ll say!â€ Dena laughed and sat on her bed while I stood in the doorway. â€œBut let me get this straight. You WANT me to tie you up? Usually I have to chase you down to tie you.â€
â€œNo. I want to tie YOU up!â€ I said.
â€œOh really!â€ Dena said, getting up and slowly coming toward me again. â€œWell, maybe we should just see who captures who first, eh?â€
â€œI donâ€™t think so. Because if you tie me up, you may not find out what I did with your term paper!â€
Dena gasped, stopped smiling, and went to the disk drive. Empty! She snapped, â€œJess, thatâ€™s not funny! Where is it!â€
â€œIâ€™ll tell you after your handcuffed!â€ I snapped back. â€œToday is payback time, Dee!â€
â€œOh, you are sooo dead,â€ she said, but didnâ€™t come at me. â€œDo you have any idea how bad Iâ€™ll torture you if anything happens to that disk? Iâ€™ll stay up late THINKING of new ways to torture you if that happens, you littleâ€¦â€
â€œYouâ€™ll get the disk back today,â€ I said calmly. â€œI told you what I want! If not Iâ€™ll call my Mom right now and have her come get me. You wonâ€™t have time to get me. And you wonâ€™t get your disk back. Your choice.â€
Dena stopped and thought, glaring at me and then sighing.
â€œTo tie me up â€“ thatâ€™s all you want?â€ Dena said. â€œYou tie me up and I get the disk back?â€
â€œYes.â€
â€œThatâ€™s it? You wonâ€™t tickle me?â€ Dena asked, sitting back down.
â€œNo, I wonâ€™t,â€ I said, lying. â€œYou let me tie you up for a while and Iâ€™ll release my hostage.â€
â€œJeffreyâ€¦you better know what youâ€™re getting yourself into,â€ Dena said. â€œBecause there WILL be a next time that I kidnap you. And Iâ€™m not sure that Iâ€™ll be showing you much mercy when I do!â€
â€œMaybe, but for today, youâ€™re mine!â€ I said. â€œIâ€™m going to toss you these handcuffs, and youâ€™re going to cuff your hands behind your back.â€
â€œI have to do it myself?â€ Dena laughed. â€œWhat, are you too afraid of me?â€
â€œYes, actually, I am!â€ I said. â€œIâ€™m not coming near you until your hands are tied! As a matter of factâ€¦â€
I carefully reached into the drawer where Dena kept all her kidnapping ropes and pulled one out, about 4 feet long.
â€œHere sit down and tie your feet. Do it now,â€ I said, tossing her the ropes.
Dena shook her head and said, â€œYou are something, you know that?â€ Then she sat down and tied her socked feet at the ankles, over her pants. She tied herself well with professional knots, just like she always tied me with.â€
I tossed Dena the cuffs and she reluctantly cuffed he hands behind her back. She was now tied up, hands and feet, and on the floor in front of me. I sprang into action and grabbed a soft belt and tied it around her arms so she could move them to work her hands at all. I laid Dena down on the floor, faceup, and laughed as I closed her bedroom door.
â€œHere I am, Jess, all tied up! I guess Iâ€™m you Kidnap Girl today, huh?â€ Dena said as I stood over her. â€œNow whereâ€™s my disk!â€
4 â€“ â€œDena Is Torturedâ€ â€“
â€œIâ€™ll tell you later,â€ I said as I knelt at her feet. â€œAll those times youâ€™ve tortured me and made me beg. Ah! Whoâ€™s in charge now, Dee?â€
â€œJeffrey, donâ€™t you dareâ€¦â€ Dena said, kicking her feet as I took her argyle socks off. Her bare feet smelled a little.
â€œHow does someone as pretty as you have such smelly feet?â€ I teased, then quickly sat on her legs and started to tickle her feet. Dena screamed and I kept going.
â€œDONâ€™T! DONâ€™T! STOP! Iâ€™LL KILL YOU! Iâ€™LL KILL YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!â€ Dena shrieked with laughter. â€œIâ€™m gonna tie you up and never let you go when I get free!!!!â€ She threatened me with all kinds of tortures but soon the laughter got to much and the tickling got too intense and she instead just started to scream and beg. â€œ STOP IT!!!! PLEASE!!!â€
â€œNo!â€ I said, moving to her upper body. â€œLook how ticklish you are, Dena! Letâ€™s see how much you can take!â€
â€œPLEASE!! NO MORE!! NO MORE! NO MORE TICKLING! Iâ€™M BEGGING YOU!!! Iâ€™LL BE GOOD!!! Iâ€™LL BE GOOOOOOD!!!!!!â€ Dena was now shrieking with laughter. Her pretty face turned bright red and she closed her eyes and her blonde hair fell into her face as she thrashed around, but I kept right on tickling. She looked so cute â€“ her face pink and so helpless â€“ and I just kept right on tickling torturing her mercilessly. Minutes had gone by and I was laughing and having a great time.
I pulled up Denaâ€™s sweater just a little and started tickling her belly with my fingertips. Then I moved to her exposed arms â€“ her sweater had short sleeves, remember â€“ I began tickling them in the same way, up and down slowly. â€œYou taught me how to tickle this way, Dee. Remember? Remember the time I was tied down to the bed and you tickled my bare arms like this until I was crying? Remember?â€
â€œYES!!!! YESS!!! Iâ€™M SORRY, HONEY!!! Iâ€™M SORRY!! PLEASE STOP!!! Iâ€™LL BE GOOD, I SWEAR!!!!!!â€ Dena screamed, her eyes jammed tight, her face pinker than ever, and a smile a mile wide across her face. I thought of blindfolding and gagging her, but I loved the laughing screams and she looked awesome like this, so I didnâ€™t. Her bound feet stopped trying to kick free and were all but sapped of their strength. Dena was helpless and weak!
â€œNot so tough now, are you, Miss Black Belt!â€ I taunted, tickling her neck and making her giggle while she kept screaming apologies. â€œAll those time your dirty socks were in my mouth! All that torture you inflicted! This is payback!â€
Finally I stopped and Dena panted and gasped and laughed. Then she said she had to go to the bathroom. It came out, â€œIâ€¦.(gasp)â€¦.hahaâ€¦Iâ€¦have to (gasp) Goâ€¦go (gasp) to the bathroom. Please, Jess! PLEASE!!! Iâ€™m begging you!!!!!â€
This was a Dena like Iâ€™d never seen and I loved it. So submissive and helpless. I reminded her I still had the disk and demanded that I be allowed to handcuff her as soon as she was done.
â€œOK! I promise!â€ Dena panted, quieter but still obviously tickled out and giggling. â€œI promise. You can keep my tied up all day â€“ just please let me go to the bathroom! Câ€™mon! Iâ€™ve untied you and let you go to the bathroom! Jess, PLEASE!â€
â€œOK,â€ I said, running out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. â€œDonâ€™t go anywhere!â€ I taunted and caught another look at her from the distant. Dena was bound on the floor and barefoot and all mine. Awesome! I placed the kept on the counter and came back to her bedroom. I got her to her feet and sat her on her bed, still tied tight.
â€œThe keyâ€™s in there. Uncuff yourself and then recuff yourself after youâ€™re done. And donâ€™t try anything or you wonâ€™t see your paper!â€ I told her. â€œNow hop into the bathroom!â€
â€œYou wonâ€™t even untie my feet?â€ Dena asked. â€œBut I wonâ€™t fight it! What can I do â€“ you hold all the cards!â€
â€œNo, your feet stay tied â€“ hop, prisoner! Or Iâ€™ll tickle you some more!â€ I said. And donâ€™t even think of untying your feet in the bathroom!â€
â€œOK! OK!â€ Dena said she hopped out of the room on her bound, bare feet and into the bathroom. She was amazingly coordinated and did it without much of a problem. She got in and closed the door.
â€œAre they off?â€ I yelled in.
â€œYes, they are. Thank you so much, Jess,â€ Dena said through the door. â€œI really had to pee.â€
It was about 2:30.
I heard the toilet flush and heard the water running briefly. Then she yelled, â€œIâ€™m putting the cuffs back on!â€ and I heard them jangle and heard a click. â€œCan you open the door for me please, hon? Iâ€™m tied up and canâ€™t.â€
â€œSure,â€ I said, swinging the door open.
5 â€“ â€œThe Tables Turnâ€
As I did, it took just a split second for me to she the ropes that bound her feet untied and on the floor. Dena, standing alongside the door, grabbed me in a hammerlock with one hand and covered my mouth with the other hand. I tried to cry out but couldnâ€™t. Oh no!
â€œLooks like the tables have turned, Kidnap Boy!â€ Dena sneered into my ear. â€œPick up those ropes, now!â€
I complied and she bent me down and I grabbed the ropes with my one free hand. Denaâ€™s hand was still firm on my mouth.
â€œNow youâ€™re mine! Move it! Downstairs!â€ Dena said and begun to walk me down the stairs, still with my arm twisted behind me and handgagged. â€œI need my disk back, and weâ€™re going to try this a different way. Keep walking, Kidnap Boy!â€
Dena was incredible. I had her! And now her she was again, preparing to kidnap me!
When we got to the den Dena forced me to the floor on my stomach, her bare feet right below my face. She freed my mouth from her hand and made me drop the ropes that I carried.
â€œPut your hands behind your back, now!â€ Dena said sharply. â€œTry anything funny and Iâ€™ll put my foot in your mouth!â€
I complied and put my hands behind my back and I lay on the floor. I tried to look up at her but her foot forced my head down and my face into the carpet.
â€œWhat are you looking at, Kidnap Boy?â€ Dena demanded. â€œPut your face in the carpet and donâ€™t let me catch you looking at me!â€
I complied and Dena handcuffed my hands behind my back.
â€œKick your shoes off!â€ Dena ordered and I did, leaving just socks. â€œYou hate having your shoes off, I know. But my prisoners NEVER wear shoes!â€
Dena then quickly tied my feet with the rope, and she tied them tightly like the master she was. â€œStay there and DO NOT MOVE!â€ she yelled and ran upstairs. I obeyed. What else could I do?â€
Dena came back downstairs a few minutes later with her hands full. She carried the same green argyle socks Iâ€™d taken off her feet earlier, 2 more lengths of rope, and duct tape.
â€œYou are a very naughty little boy, Kidnap Boy!â€ Dena said, sitting down and putting her socks back on. â€œThat tickling you gave me was terrible, and youâ€™re going to pay. But first, letâ€™s try something we havenâ€™t done before. Iâ€™m going to hogtie you!â€
Dena got up with the roped and crouched down, grabbing my feet and bending them up at the knees. â€œDonâ€™t you dare fight me!â€ Dena said before tying my feet to the handcuffs. I as now hogtied.
â€œI think Iâ€™ll gag my little Kidnap Boy for awhile â€“ I shall torture him with my sock gag later!â€ Dena said, now in full kidnapper mode and enjoying herself, as she tore off a big piece of duct tape and gagged me with it. â€œHogtied and gagged! Just the way I like you! Now I need to decide what to do to you!â€
Dena walked around the room while I lay at her feet, helpless and defeated. She stood at the window and remembered she had to take in the laundry from the line from the previous day. She ran downstairs, came back with the laundry basket.
â€œWhen I come back, you will be so kind to tell me where my disk is!â€ Dena said. â€œIf not, I will force you to talk! Your choice!â€ And she went outside with just her socks on to take in the laundry.
I laid there tied and gagged and considered my options, and came to this conclusionâ€¦I had to make it to 6 p.m. until her Mom came home. It was 3:15 p.m. now. If I could hold out, I could leave without telling her where the disk was and could tie her up again tomorrow! (If this sounds like a stupid plan, well, I wasnâ€™t too bright, OK?)
I knew I would have to endure Dena torturing me, probably tickling me with no pity. But as ticklish as I was, part of me loved the thrill of it, so I decided to see if I could make it.
Just then I heard Dena yell outside, and then come through the backdoor a minute later with the laundry basket. Her feet were bare again. I looked up and â€œmmmphedâ€ through my gag as if to say, â€œWhat happened?â€
â€œShut up!â€ Dena snapped and ran upstairs. She came down with a plastic grocery bag. â€œIf you must no, the neighborâ€™s dog pooped in our yard again, and I stepped in it. My socks are covered with dog sâ€”t!â€
I laughed under my gag at Denaâ€™s plight, and she again laughed â€œShut upâ€ and came inside with the soiled socks, placing them in the plastic bag. She was right.
â€œGross! I LOVED these socks!â€ Dena laughed, then crouched down in front of me and held the plastic bag open just for a second, near my head. I winced and mmmphed â€œDONâ€™T! into the gag and she giggled and took the bag away, throwing it into the garage. It WAS gross. Dena then ran upstairs again and came down with grey knee socks â€“ I realized these were the same dirty socks she said she was saving for me after my last kidnapping. Uh oh.
â€œOh, you remember these socks, donâ€™t you? Hmmm,â€ Dena laughed as she sat down again and put the grey socks on her feet, then crouched down and ripped off my gag.
â€œSo, whereâ€™s my disk!â€
â€œNEVER!â€ I yelled back, hogtied but defiant!
â€œKidnap Boy, youâ€™re MY hostage now, and we can do this hard or easy. Tell me now and I wonâ€™t have to torture it out of you!â€ Dena demanded.
â€œDee, I still have the big card, and Iâ€™m playing it. So do what you have to to me. Youâ€™ve tortured me before and itâ€™s made me tough. I can take any torture you give me! Iâ€™m not talking!â€ I said proudly.
Dena sighed and stood over her captive for a moment, and then half-smiled and shook her head. â€œWeâ€™ll see how you feel after a little time in my torture chamber! Letâ€™s go,â€ and Dena grabbed me and dragged be over to the cellar door, where her workout room was. She got me down the stairs, after a little effort, and put me on the floor. She then ran upstairs for a few minutes and came down with a bag and a clock. The clock said 3:35.
7 â€“ â€œDena Tortures Me For The Diskâ€
â€œIâ€™ve got a little more than 2 hours to get you to talk. And Iâ€™m going to spend ALL that time tickling you! So letâ€™s get started,â€ Dena giggled and crouched next to me. She fired her fingers into my ribcage and began tickling me with all she had. I screamed and laughed abut told her nothing.
â€œIâ€™m going to tickle you to death, honey, if you donâ€™t talk,â€ Dena teased, tickling my armpits and sides while my bound body could do nothing to defend itself. â€œTalk to me and I wonâ€™t tickle you anymore!â€
I refused and screamed, â€œAHHHHHH!â€ but wouldnâ€™t talk. I tried to roll away but Dena just said, â€œWhere do you think YOUâ€™RE going?â€ and grabbed me and tickling me more with her fingers while she laughed evilly.
Then Dena stopped tickling and went to her bag. She pulled out a white tube sock and brought it over to me. â€œLetâ€™s take a break from tickling for a while,â€ Dena said, and rolled me onto my side so my face faced her. â€œLetâ€™s try the socks!â€
â€œDena, no!â€ I yelled, but Dena just laughed.
â€œTsk tsk, hostages canâ€™t talk!â€ Dena said, standing over me, and clamped her socked foot over my mouth. These socks were pretty ripe, but then she held the other one and said, â€œI worked out in this yesterday. Hereâ€¦smell it!â€ and bent down and thrust it under my nose. The only way I could breathe was into this sock through my nose. I tried to squirm away and scream but couldnâ€™t.
â€œAre you going to tell me what I want to know?â€ Dena demanded, holding the sock under my nose with her foot squarely on my mouth. I shook my head no. It was 4 p.m. and I had just two hours left.
â€œTalk to me and you wonâ€™t have to smell this sock anymore, Kidnap Boy!â€ Dena demanded again, but again I refused. So Dena held the sock there as I tried to scream. This was amazing torture, but I was holding up well.
After a few more minutes Dena took her foot off my mouth and took the sock away. I gasped and moaned and said, breathlessly, â€œTorture me all you want. Iâ€™ll never talk! Never!â€
â€œWeâ€™ll see how youâ€™re attitude changes after I tickle your bare feet!â€ Dena said and took my socks off. Because I was hogtied my feet were straight up in the air and she just crouched down and tickled them slowly with her fingers. â€œI know a little boy whoâ€™s feet are very, very ticklish! Tell me what I want to know and the torture stops!â€
I just screamed and laughed hysterically while tears came to my eyes and screamed, â€œNo! No! No!â€
â€œThen letâ€™s tickle you harder,â€ Dena said, reaching into her bag and coming out with an electric toothbrush! OH NO! It was just the spindle with no brush and Dena turned it on with a sadistic grin and began to run it all over my feet. I want to jump out of my skin, it tickled so bad! But the hogtie held tight. Finally I screamed, â€œNO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!!!!!STOP IT! PLEASE!!!â€
â€œAre you ready to talk,â€ Dena asked calmly, keeping the instrument on the soles of my feet.
â€œYES! YES! JUST PLEASE STOP!â€ I screamed, almost crying.
Dena turned the toothbrush off and put it down, then stood over me with her hands on her hips and said, â€œWhere is my disk!?â€
â€œOK! OK. Just get me a glass of water and Iâ€™ll tell you, OK? I am so thirsty!â€ I panted.
Dena thought for a moment, then ran upstairs. I glanced over my shoulder and saw it was 4:45. I was almost there.
Dena came back with the water and held it to my lips and I took a long sip. She pulled it away and said, â€œOK, unless you want the torture to resume, youâ€™re going to tell me NOW!â€
I started to laugh. I was still half-crazy from the tickling, but now I was laughing at HER. â€œNEVER!â€ I boasted, gasping. â€œYou canâ€™t break me! I have just over an hour left. Iâ€™ll never tell unless I can tie you up 3 more times! So hahahaha!â€
â€œAARGH!â€ Dena yelled and threw her hands up, and then reached down and grabbed my face in her hands. â€œFINE! YOU WANT TO PLAY THAT WAY? Then FINE! Because I HAVE OPNE TORTURE LEFT!â€
8 â€“ â€œThe Unspeakable Tortureâ€
Dena wasnâ€™t laughing now but was frustrated with me. As much as she tortured me, I had clearly gotten to me. But she grabbed a folding chair and brought it over. She undid my hogtie and lifted me into the hair. She grabbed more rope from that bag and tied it around me to the chair, and wheeled a TV dinner tray over next to where I was now tied to a chair. She then wheeled a different chair over in front of me and I thrashed in my chair to free myself.
â€œYouâ€™re not going anywhere, so stop trying to untie yourself!â€ Dena sneered. â€œI donâ€™t want to do what Iâ€™m about to do, but unless you talk, I have no choice! Last chance!â€
I shook my head and Dena turned and walked upstairs. It was now 5 p.m.
â€œOnly 1 hour left!â€ I yelled to her. â€œYouâ€™ll never break me!â€ I was loving this whole day!
But then Dena came downstairs carrying the plastic bag that contained her socks, covered in dogsâ€”t.
â€œOh, youâ€™ll talk!â€ Dena said slyly, placing the bag on the table in front of me and opening it so I could see the soiled socks inside. GROSS!
I was terrified. â€œDena, w-w-w-what are y-y-yâ€¦â€
Dena went back to her other bag and pulled out a long red sock that she frequently blindfolded me with, and quickly walked behind me and blindfolded me while I panted, absolutely petrified.
â€œI donâ€™t want to do this,â€ Dena said, her voice different and more nervous. â€œBut you leave me no choice! If you wonâ€™t talk, I have to shove these socks covered in dogsâ€”t in your mouth!â€
â€œNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DONâ€™T YOU DARE! NO! NO!â€ I screamed and thrashed, wondering where Dena was and unable to see. I was no longer joking!
â€œShut up!â€ Dena yelled, grabbing my hair and pulling it back. â€œYou made me do this! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! TELL ME HOW THIS TASTES!â€
I felt the sock being shoved into my mouth and I screamed immediately, terror-filled, â€œAHHHHHHHHH! NO! OK! OK! Itâ€™s in your momâ€™s closet, the magazines!!!! PLEASE!!!! 3rd magazine from the bottom!! I swear!!! I SWEAR!!!! How could you do this to me???â€
I was crying as Dena began to laugh hard and took my blindfold off and stood before meâ€¦with a clean white sock in her hand at my mouth. The soiled socks her 5 feet away on the table. She had bluffed me and I told her everything!!!!!!!
â€œY-you mean, you didnâ€™tâ€¦â€ I stammered, grateful.
â€œOf course not! I could never put dogsâ€”t in your mouth, Jess!â€ Dena laughed and kissed me. â€œBut fear is a great motivator. I had to get you to talk before 6 got here. Bye!â€ And she ran upstairs with the garbage bag while I yelled, laughing. â€œYou stink! You suck! AHHH â€“ why canâ€™t I ever win???!!!â€
9 â€“ â€œThe Punishmentâ€
Dena came down with the disk and grinned at me and my heart sunk.
â€œYouâ€™re right, Jess. I ALWAYS win! And now, since we have about 20 minutes left, Iâ€™ll do you a favor. Iâ€™ll only torture you for 15 more!â€
Dena sat in the chair in front of me and tickled me into hysterics, then put her feet up and gagged me with one socked foot at a time. I just laughed and screamed into her feet. I couldnâ€™t do anything else!
â€œThis is punishment for today!â€ Dena said, taking her feet off my mouth and coming behind me to tickle my ribs for 2 minutes straight. I slumped in the chair and gasped and finally the tickling stopped.
10 â€“ â€œFreedomâ€
Dena untied me at 5:50, and then told me to go to the bathroom to run water on my hands to hide the marks.
She stood there triumphantly when I came out of the bathroom, barefoot again with her arms folded in from of her and grinning ear to ear.
â€œWhat a day, huh?â€ Dena said, and opened her arms. â€œCome here, sweetie pie!â€
And we both laughed and laughed and hugged and her Mom came home and yelled hello up to us.
Thereâ€™s more to this story in what happened afterward, but Iâ€™ll tell that at a different time.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Kidnap Boy

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:33 pm

Ending of the one above...
â€œThe Aftermathâ€
Around 6:15 Dena decided to take me home when her Mom said, â€œWhy donâ€™t you and Jess go to dinner?â€
We thought this was a good idea and I called home and asked my Mom if it was OK. She said sure and just to be home by 10 or so. Dena went upstairs and said she had to make one phone call while I put my shoes and socks back on and got ready. My handcuffs, Dena had earlier informed me, now belonged to her and they went into her drawer of kidnap tools. I didnâ€™t realize it at the time, but the call Dena was making would change my night once again, and her Mom had opened the door wide for more torture.
Dena came running downstairs carrying her bag (like a purse only bigger) and a pair of white socks and sneakers. She put her socks and sneakers on â€“ the argyle socks that had been soiled by dogsâ€”they were now rinsed and in the laundry (Thank God!) â€“ and we left for the car. Neither of us wore a jacket â€“ it was unseasonably warm for early March. About 65. Dena still had her short-sleeved sweater and cargo pants on.
â€œWhoâ€™d you call?â€ I asked, putting my seat belt on.
â€œMarisa,â€ Dena said, her close friend who once had taken part in tying me and tickling me nearly to death. â€œI had to ask her a question for Monday.â€
We pulled out and began laughing about the day.
â€œWhew Jess. You really got me there. You tied me up VERY well for a little guy,â€ Dena laughed while tousling my hair. â€œI have NEVER been tickled that bad before. Is that what it feels like when I tie you up and tickle you? Is it that much torture?â€
â€œOf course it is,â€ I said. â€œYouâ€™re like the most expert tickler in the world. I have no idea why.â€
â€œLong fingers and strong wrists,â€ Dena said laughing and reached over to tickle my wibs while she drove, causing me to yelp and jump away. â€œThey let me get deep into your body, and the deeper I get, the more it tickles. Except the feet, of course. Your feet I tickle very gently with my nice long fingertips, fast and light. And I am good, youâ€™re right, Jess. But Iâ€™ve also had LOTS of practice on my little Kidnap Boy when heâ€™s all tied up. So in a way, youâ€™re the real reason Iâ€™m such an awesome tickler!â€
â€œWell, Iâ€™m glad I could help,â€ I said. â€œDamn! I should have KNOWN you would never put dog poop in my mouth. What was I thinking? Youâ€™re not THAT evil.â€
â€œHee hee. Live and learn, Jess. That was a brilliant psyche out, wasnâ€™t it?â€
â€œWhereâ€™d you get that idea, Dee?â€
â€œThatâ€™s why I did the laundry without my shoes on. I knew there was dog crap in the backyard, so I walked out in just my socks and very carefully stepped in it! Ha ha!â€ Dena said.
â€œOh, you suck!â€ I said, reaching to tickle her.
â€œNo tickling the driver!â€ Dena said and we both laughed. â€œThat really was a wormy little thing you did, Jess. Planning to steal my paper just to kidnap and torture me. Iâ€™m still not sure Iâ€™ve paid you back yet!â€
After a minute more of driving, I noticed we were out of the main part of town and on a country road with lots of farms.
â€œDee, where are we going to eat?â€ I asked.
Dena said â€œHang onâ€ and looked kind of concerned at the dashboard. Then she turned into a driveway with an old barn. She pulled behind the barn and stopped the car. She popped the hood, grabbed her bag, and ran out and started looking under the hood. I heard her say â€œOh sâ€”tâ€ and then she called me to come to her. She was blocked from my view by the open hood.
â€œWhatâ€™s wrongâ€ I asked getting out of the car and walking around to the hood. When I got there I saw Dena with that old evil look in her eye, holding my (now her) handcuffs.
â€œDinner, Kidnap Boy? No dinner for you! But YOUâ€RE going to me my main course!â€ Dena said. Then she pounced on me and wrestled me to the ground while I screamed for help. Dena put her hand over my mouth and easily then got me to my stomach, where she handcuffed my hands behind my back. Sitting on my back now, Dena reached into her bag and pulled out the duct tape while I thrashed around under her.
â€œIâ€™ve got to get you nice and ready for Marisa!â€ Dena said, tearing off a piece of tape while I tried to scream â€œNo!â€ and gagging me with it from behind. She then sealed another piece of tape over my mouth and said, â€œThat should keep you quiet. On your feet!â€
I refused so Dena grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. I struggled and struggled but she got me into the car and secured me in the backseat with the lap belt.
â€œYou think Iâ€™m threw with my little Kidnap Boy yet?â€ Dena said, reaching down to take my shoes off. â€œMarisa and I are going to torture you to death! Hold your feet still!â€
I didnâ€™t but Dena got my shoes and socks off anyway, and then took the laces out of sneakers and used them to tied my bare feet tightly. She then laughed, kissed my cheek, and hopped back into the driverâ€™s seat while I squirmed bound and gagged in the back. Oh no!
â€œLetâ€™s go get Marisa, shall we?â€ Dena said, and started driving. I thrashed and thrashed but couldnâ€™t go anywhere as she drove back into town and into Marisaâ€™s neighborhood. It was dark now so no one could see me bound and gagged in the back of this pretty blonde girlâ€™s car.
Along the way I tried to scream through my gag, but Dena just laughed and kind of half-sang, â€œOooh, Kidnap boy! Tied up and helpless! Tickle torture! Smelly socks! You are sooo dead!â€
I screamed and screamed but nothing came out through the gag and Dena pulled up Marisaâ€™s house and honked the horn. Marisa came running out a few seconds later carrying a plastic grocery bag. She wore a white t-shirt, grey sweats, and flip flops. She got into the car, said hi to Dena, and we took off. Marisa turned to the backseat to see me bound and gagged and gushed, â€œHi Jessie! I heard you were a VERY bad boy today and now Dena and I need to teach you a lesson!â€
Marisa had long brownish red hair that had a slight curl to it and a beautiful face. She laughed and asked Dena, â€œWhere are we taking him?â€
â€œTo the football field,â€ Dena said, which was only about two minute away. â€œI have the concession booth key and itâ€™s the perfect place to bring him. Did you being sandwiches?â€
â€œYep,â€ Marisa said, holding up the bag and then looking at me. â€œCanâ€™t let your Mom think we didnâ€™t have dinner, can we?â€ Then they both lauighed and laughed like crazy.
â€œDid you know this little creep tied me up and tickled me until I almost peed myself?â€ Dena told Marisa as she pulled her car right up to the concession stand at the football field. No one was around as Dena parked the car and then looked at me in the back, squirming and helpless. â€œHe thought there would be no consequences for his actions! Well , I tortured him plenty today, but didnâ€™t quite get my full satisfaction. He told me, after we tied him up and tortured him a few months ago, that having you involved made it all the more worse because it was so humiliating. So I figured this was a perfect way to end the day. It was 7.
Dena and Marisa both got into the backseat on either side of me and I tried to scrunch myself up and avoid them.
â€œWhere do you think youâ€™re going, silly? Youâ€™re not going anywhere!â€ Marisa laughed and began to tickle my ribs in a very gentle and effective way. This was excruciating and Dena then tickled my other ribs on the other side and I screamed into that gag but didnâ€™t make a sound.
â€œI have never, veer met anyone so ticklish. Have you, Dee?â€ Marisa said as she kept tickling my ribs.
â€œNever. Not even close,â€ Dena said, tickling me more and more. â€œItâ€™s almost like the more we tickle him, the more ticklish he gets.â€
After what must have been about 10 minutes in the backseat, Dena said, â€œLetâ€™s get him inside. We have about 2 hours left before we have to untie him.â€
Dena and Marisa dragged me inside the concession stand. The concession window/counter was closed and locked, and the inside was about 15 feet by 15 feet with carpeting and lots of boxes lining the walls. They put me on the floor and both Dena and Marisa took their shoes off. Dena had white socks and Marisa was barefoot. They stood over me with their hands on their hips and their feet at my head and looked down at me with nasty grins while I writhed and tried to get my hands or feet loose. I couldnâ€™t.
Dena spoke slowly. â€œIn exactly 10 minutes, Marisa will give me the high sign and she and I will start tickling you. Weâ€™ll tickle you everywhere for exactly 10 minutes, and then take a 10 minute break and figure out what do next.â€
â€œMMMPH! MMMPH!â€ I screamed with my eyes bulging, begging them not to.
â€œIn the meantime, before those 10 minutes are up, Iâ€™m going to take your gag off and you are going to apologize for everything stinky thing youâ€™ve done today. If I am satisfied, maybe weâ€™ll go easy on you in a little while. Do you understand?â€
I nodded my head and closed my eyes and tried to WILL myself untied. Dena reached down and pulled the tape gag off my mouth and Marisa sat on a stool and watched her watch for the time. Dena put her foot on my chest and said, â€œTalk!â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry! Iâ€™m sorry I stole you disk, Iâ€™m sorry I tied you up! Iâ€™m sorry I tickled you and teased you! Iâ€™m sorry! Iâ€™m sorry! Please donâ€™t torture me anymore Dena! PLEASE!â€ I said this over and over before stopping.
Dena laughed and tossed her head back and shook her hair and said, â€œVery nice, Kidnap Boy. Very nice. Say it again! Only this time say it clearly and without stammering and panting like the scared little hostage you are!â€
I did it all over again and Dena stood there with her foot on my chest and her arms crossed and smiled down at me as if to say, â€œYou are ALL mine!â€ When I finished, she said, â€œAgain!â€
I did and this kept up until Marisa said â€œTimeâ€™s up!â€ In an instant she and Dena just pounced on me an started tickling me again. Dena tickled my underarms with her fingers sunk deep into my pits, while Marisa tickled my stomach and ribs. At times they would stop and wiggle their fingers over me to taunt me and then start wildly tickling me again. Marisa tickled down my legs too while Dena my chest and neck. I screamed with laughter until Dena got tired of hearing it and put her hand over my mouth. I was almost in tears when Marisa finally said, â€œThatâ€™s 10 minutes!â€
Dena took her hand off my mouth and I gasped and laughed and rolled around on the floor pleading, â€œNo more! Oh God, please no more!â€
â€œIâ€™ve had it with your talking,â€ Dena said, pulling the stool over, sitting over me and planting her socked feet in my chest. â€œWhoâ€™s ready for a foot gag?â€ she asked.
â€œOooh, me! I love this one,â€ Marisa squealed. â€œAre you socks smelly, Dena?â€
â€œAsk the Kidnap Boy here,â€ Dena said and put one foot under my nose and said, â€œSmell it.â€
I did and they were at least moderately smelly. Dena laughed and said, â€œOne footgag for my favorite boy in the world!â€ and planted her right foot over my mouth. This was awful. She and Marisa just laughed as I writhed and tried to get away to no avail.
â€œMaris, there are some very dirty grey socks in my bag. Bring them over, OK? I think Jess would love to smell them!â€ Dena said while I screamed into her foot. Dena looked down smiling and put her finger to her lips and said, â€œShhhh.â€
Marisa brought over those same dark grey socks from two weeks earlier and earlier today. They were awful! She crouched down at my head while Dena kept footgagging me and put them under my nose. I moaned and Marisa giggled hard and kept the socks right there on my face. â€œYou torture Dena, she tortureâ€™s you 10 times worse!,â€ Marisa said.
â€œTickle torture, footgags, and foot odor torture!â€ Dena said planting her foot on my lips as she said it. â€œAlways stick with the tortures that work!â€
Dena then leaned down with her foot still on my mouth and looked into my pleading, desperate eyes. â€œHave you FINALLY learned your lesson. Would you like Marisa to take the socks away from your nose?â€
I nodded like a crazy man.
â€œAre you ready for my foot to come off your mouth? Are you going to obey us and NEVER trying anything so sneaky again?â€
I nodded hard again, and Dena laughed and took her foot off my mouth and Marisa took the socks away from my nose.
â€œWell Jess, youâ€™ve convinced me. Your torture is almost over. But letâ€™s see how obedient you are,â€ Dena said, reaching into the bag and pulling out that electric toothbrush again. I screamed â€œNo!â€ but Dena calmly motioned to Marisa and Marisa sat down and clamped her bare foot over my mouth. â€œDonâ€™t you dare bite my foot,â€ Marisa warned.
Dena sat on my bound feet at the ankles and spoke in her evil kidnapper voice. â€œIâ€™ve got you now. Now I shall see how obedient my hostage is. But to do that I must apply this small torture device. Hee hee hee hee!â€ Dena turned the toothbrush on and touched the bare spindle to my bare feet while I screamed into Marisaâ€™s foot. God this was agony!
â€œWow â€“ great idea, Dee!â€ Marisa said and looked at me and said, â€œWhat are YOU looking at?â€ and placed her other foot over my eyes.
While Dena tickled my feet with the electric brush, she then said, â€œSay, â€˜Dena and Marisa are my masters!â€
Marisa took her foot off my mouth and I screamed, â€œDena and Marisa are my masters!â€
â€œSay, â€˜I deserve to be tied up!â€ Dena demanded.
I did.
â€œSay, â€˜I love being tickled!â€™â€
â€œNO!â€
â€œSay it!â€ Dena said, running the toothbrush threw my toes and tickling my stomach with her free hand. â€œSay it or I get the socks again!â€
â€œAHHH! AHHH! I love being tickled!!!â€
â€œNow say, â€˜Please tickle me some more!â€
OK, this went on for a long time and they probably made me say 15 embarassing things while Dena kept tickling my feet with that electric toothbrush. I was crying from all the insane laughter by the time Dena finally clicked the toothbrush off and Marisa took her foot off my eyes.
Dena and Marisa high-fived each other while I panted in agony on the ground, laughing so hard that my stomach and sides hurt and crying from all the laughing and the tickling. This had been some of the worst torture ever.
â€œLetâ€™s eat!â€™ Dena said and ran to the car to get the food. Marisa walked over to me, knelt down, winked, and started to finger my entire body with this light, spider-like tickling. I just gasped and yelled â€œNo!â€ more and more while she giggled and kept tickling me like this.
â€œI love tickling you,â€ Marisa said, tickling my bound body for a few seconds longer, â€œand I will do it again!â€
Dena then brought the sandwiches in and I asked to be untied so I could eat.
â€œNo way â€“ weâ€™re not going to untie you yet!â€ Dena said. â€œWeâ€™ll keep you tied up and feed you!â€
And they did, feeding me a nice turkey sandwich and a Coke. We finished around 9:30 p.m.
â€œItâ€™s probably time to untie Jess and get our little hostage home,â€ Dena sighed. â€œOK â€“ I think heâ€™s had enough.â€ Dena put her shoes back on and then reached down and untied my feet from the shoelaces she had tied them with, and put them back in my shoes while Marisa led me to the car, handcuffed.
â€œCan I keep his hands tied for the ride to his house?â€ Marisa asked.
â€œSure, â€œ Dena said. â€œWeâ€™ll untie them when we get down his street.â€
On the way home Marisa tickled my ribs while I pleaded with her to stop. She just laughed and Dena did too while she drove. â€œThe funny thing is I didnâ€™t even plan on kidnapping you and torturing you today, Jess. You started it!â€
â€œI know,â€ I screamed while Marisa kept tickling my ribs with my hands cuffed behind me. â€œI KNOW!â€
Finally, they got to the bottom of my street. Marisa untied my hands from the handcuffs and I put my shoes and socks back on and grabbed my bag. I was sweating and sore and exhausted!
â€œGoodnight, Kidnap Boy!â€ Dena said before driving off. â€œI hope you dream of my coming into you bedroom and torturing you tonight!â€
â€œI probably will,â€ I said, bef
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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:34 pm

Thursday, October 13th 2005 - 10:05:24 PM
Dena's Helpless Victim
â€œHi Mike? Itâ€™s Dena â€“ Jeffâ€™s friendâ€¦.(laughs ) Yeah, the karate girl. Hee hee. Hi! Look sweetie, Jeffâ€™s Mom just called me. I know you guys are supposed to go to a movie tonight and then have, what, a sleepover with the other guys too? (pause) Right. Well, Iâ€™m sorry to tell you this, but I guess Jeff has food poisoning. (pause) Yeah, heâ€™s, like, REALLY sick. Heâ€™s pretty out of it now and his Mom didnâ€™t have your number so she asked meâ€¦yeah, I guess heâ€™s in bad shape. Iâ€™m so sorry!!! (pause) Oh, Mike, Iâ€™ve known Jeff all his life and heâ€™s like my best friend ever â€“ I hate to see him sick. Well, Iâ€™m glad you understand. Well, Iâ€™m going over their tomorrow â€“ Iâ€™ll make sure he calls you, OK? (pause, then laugh) Oh, youâ€™re such a sweetie!!! OK Mike, talk to you soon, OK? Bye!â€
Dena hung up.
Slowly, a very sly, evil grin moved across her face as she moved her eyes down to me on the floor. Thatâ€™s where I was â€“ tied up and gagged by my evil kidnapper!
I had tried to scream my head off to my friend Mike as Dena broke my much-awaited plans, but I couldnâ€™t because Denaâ€™s very smelly socked foot was clamped over my mouth. She wore her dark grey knee socks, which stank to high heaven and I had been tortured with before, and they helped Denaâ€™s merciless foot form a seal over my mouth to gag me and prevent me from crying out. Dena practically purred as she taunted me from her position above me on the couch.
â€œIâ€™m sorry, Kidnap Boy! Did you have something to say?â€ Dena, for those who donâ€™t know, was my oldest and best friend. She was also blonde, beautiful, a black belt, and my frequent kidnapper. She was 18 and I was 15. She called me â€œkidnap boyâ€ whenever she tied me up and prepared to torture me, which was quite often.
I â€œMMMMPHEDâ€ into her socked foot some more and begged her to let me up. But Dena had me as a hostage and I wasnâ€™t going anywhere. She had tied my hands behind my back and my feet with rope and I was her prisoner and her torture victim once again. I pleaded into Denaâ€™s foot-gag for a small show of mercy, but I got none.
â€œI think Iâ€™ve definitely taken kidnapping you to a new level, havenâ€™t I?â€ Dena said with a giggle. â€œIâ€™m actually forcibly restraining you from leaving to go somewhere else, arenâ€™t I?â€
I screamed silently some more into her awful sock. Dena wore a red Izod short sleeved shirt and her customary grey cargo pants. I had only a white T-shirt and sweat pants on. This time Dena had seized me when I was getting ready to shower and go out with friends. I was barefoot because she had taken my shoes and socks off after tying me up.
â€œI know you and the boys had a fun night planned, but I think your favorite kidnapper Dena can show you a good time too!â€ Dena said, bending down to pat my face while her socked foot gagged me and my hands and feet were helplessly tied. I again tried to beg for mercy and she picked up on that right away.
â€œYouâ€™re not begging me to let you go, are you Kidnap Boy?â€ Dena said with another evil giggle. â€œBecause that will only make the torture worse!â€
â€œI know my feet stink,â€ Dena bragged, â€œbecause these socks havenâ€™t been washed for a while! But once I start tickling you, it will take your mind off the foot odor!â€
I screamed some more as a worthless gesture into her foot, begging her not to because I was insanely ticklish and Dena was the worldâ€™s most expert tickler, and Dena just grinned and shook her head.
â€œIâ€™m going to tickle you to death tonight, Kidnap Boy, and youâ€™ll be tied up the whole time and wonâ€™t be able to do anything about it. And youâ€™ll think of Mike and your friends out having a good time without you, and no one will know that youâ€™re tied up at my feet and being tickle-tortured by your sadistic kidnapper!â€
I screamed more and pleaded with my eyes, but it didnâ€™t work. Dena finally took her foot off my mouth and at the same time came down off the couch and straddled me, pinning me, before gagging me with her hand over my mouth.
â€œShhhh. I havenâ€™t even started tickling you yet!â€ Dena taunted.
Then Dena freed my mouth from the handgag and started wiggling her fingers over my bound body. I could barely even scream anymore â€“ I just kind if whimpered like â€œno-dena-no-please-god-no-donâ€™t-do-this-oh-god-please-untie-me-and-let-me-go-donâ€™t-tickle me!â€
â€œHee hee hee hee,â€ Dena taunted, â€œthis is what being tickle-tortured feels like!!!!!â€
And with that Dena began to tickle me to within an inch of my life, laughing as she pinned me and tickle me without mercy as I laughed so hard I cried.
Gotta go for now. Iâ€™ll continue later. Hope you're enjoying it.
Kidnap Boy
I can't find the other part, so if someone knows where it is, please post it.