Pete the Griphead
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So, a while back i started this little sadistic tale, and have just recently been inspired to continue. For those of you interested, the first two parts can be found here:
Intro/Part One - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=156439&highlight=incumbents
Part Two - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=158068&highlight=incumbents
Part Three (is below)
Mitzy, meanwhile, grew curious and began to tear the remaining fabric of the sock from Trevor’s foot. She then grabbed the shears and hastily began to cut from cuff to buttocks the back of Trevor’s right pant leg, revealing a pair of baby blue boxer shorts in the process.
“Oh how cute, a boxer guy! Would have pegged you as the briefs type,” uttered Mitzy innocently, in a ploy towards misdirection. She, of course, had been the one who had changed Trevor from a “briefs guy” to a “boxer guy” in the first place. “Mr. Black, tell me – what type of undies does our dear Miss Westcott prefer?”
“Well, let’s see” Ron replied, as he used brute force to tear the pant leg up to her belt, reveling a pair of lacey pink panties. “Seems she opts for lace, Miss White, pink lace at that.”
“Oh, how interesting. I wonder if our duo suffers from equally ticklish behinds? Perhaps we should find out, yes?”
“Indeed, Miss White, indeed we should!”
At that, the captors began to lightly brush the backs of Trevor and Hillary’s upper thighs, slowly working their way up towards the pair’s backsides in the process. And to think, things were just getting started!
Both Hillary and Trevor were beginning to stir with laughter, and the slightly erotic tickling was beginning to cause other things to “stir” as well. Hillary’s nipples were becoming slightly erect inside of her lacey bra (what, with all of the attention to her very ticklish buttocks), and blood began to rush to Trevor’s member, causing it to grow inside of the pant leg of his tux where it had come to rest against the inside of his thigh. Mitzy and Ron, not ones to miss a trick, exchanged knowing glances at one another; they were equally delighted in the effect they were having on their captors, and intent of further humiliation of their once significant others.
“Well, well, well, would you look at that” snorted Mitzy with a slight air of sarcasm, “Trevor’s little cock seems to be enjoying all of the attention that his feet and ass are receiving. It must be getting jealous, and wants in on the action”!
“Not to be outdone over here, little madame legislature’s titties are dying to get in on all of the fun as well it would appear”, snickered Ron. “Her nipples are just about popping through her shirt for crying out loud”.
Hillary and Trevor, now utterly mortified and suddenly aware that they were in for a heap more trouble than they had even imagined, both shuddered at the thought that the camera was rolling and capturing their utter humiliation for posterity sake. But even the reddening of their faces, and their own mortification, couldn’t help their predicament (or, for that matter, change the fact that this ordeal was getting them both worked up, sexually)!
Intent on taking full advantage of the situation, Mitzy stood up in front of Trevor, unbuckled his dress belt, and removed it from his tux pants. Unbuttoning his trousers, and pulling down the zipper, she then tugged the tux pants down off of Trevors hairy legs and out from under his feet. Removing his remaining shoe and sock as well, she left him hanging there clad now in his boxers only from the waist down, but still sporting his full attire from the waist up. He was also ‘sporting’ the very healthy start of a full on erection!
“Oh, how adorable is he” Mitzy offered to the now obviously staring Hillary in full-on ‘wink wink’ fashion, “doesn’t lover boy here just look delightful in his cute little outfit”!
“Well, given his desire to get more comfortable, I think it’s only fair if Ms lacey panties over here joins him wouldn’t you say” offered up Ron rhetorically.
With that, he got up and began to remove the remaining fabric of her now ruined dress slacks. Once he had successfully peeled them off of her long fit legs, he took great pleasure in also removing the remaining knee high sock from her foot and licking the sole of her foot from heel to toe for good measure! This left Hillary clad only in her sexy lace panties from the waist down. She was still sporting her jacket and blouse, however, as the captors had not yet shifted their mutual attentions to matters above the waistline so to speak. Now, in glorious fashion, her nearly bare ass and bare legs were left to teeter on her very bare size 10 feet.
“What a delicious pair these two make” he offered up, as he stepped back to admire their handy work up until that point.
Meanwhile, the loitering cohort Carl, all but forgotten about as he had been admiring from the sidelines, returned to the scene now brandishing a digital camera. He began flashing pictures of the bound political duo in their sexy state, making sure to get close ups of the pairs bare tootsies and utterly humiliated faces in the process. This assignment had been orchestrated ahead of time as well, as Carl had been instructed to capture stills of the bondage fiasco, and documenting their various stages of embarrassment and undress.
Mitzy & Ron had moved momentarily to the sidelines, in an effort to allow Carl unobstructed access for his stills but also to retrieve some toys from the duffel bag as well. Returning, Ron was now wielding a menacing pair of hairbrushes while Mitzy carried a large bottle of baby oil. Seating herself in between the naked legs of Hillary and Trevor, she began to pour a generous helping of oil onto the wiggling bare feet and toes of the bound couple, making sure to work the oil in to the crevices between their toes and massage the oil all over their naked soles as well. This process, ticklish in its own right, sent the couple into yet another laughing fit. Trevor and Hillary desperately attempted to keep their twitching tootsies from the determined grasp of Mitzy’s skilled fingers, folding their feet over one another, curling their toes, and attempting to pull their legs up off of the floor and bend them to their chests. All of this was to no avail, as Mitzy took full advantage of the bound couples inability to escape from her malicious clutches.
Things then went from bad to worse for the two, as Ron sat down on the floor in front of Hillary, and after handing the second hairbrush to Mitzy began to work over Hillary’s oiled bare soles with the brush. Mitzy began the same torturous routine on Trevor’s equally lubricated bare skin, sending him into a fit so violent she thought he might actually rip down the 100 year old timber that his rope had been secured to some twenty plus feet above his head. Ron and Mitzy worked their captives over like this for nearly 10 full minutes, to the point where the captives were nearly in danger of passing out. Sensing this, the two paused for a moment to allow the bound duo to catch their breath, and prepare for a second wave of fun.
The bound pair of Trevor and Hillary were becoming mere shells of their former well kept and impeccably groomed selves. Trevor’s face was a sweaty mess, tears streamed from his watering eyes, and his $200 haircut had been reduced to a tattered mess of wet strands of hair hanging over his eyes and ears. Hillary, in an equal if not worse state of ruined appearances, had mascara running down both of her beat red cheeks, while her hair had fallen in wet sweaty frazzled strands over her face. Her head hung forward in utter exhaustion, as she tried to suck enough air into her lungs while taking advantage of the momentary pause in the torture.
“Are we having fun yet, kids” taunted Mitzy, as she took in the glorious site of her humiliated spouse and his bitch mistress. “I hope so, because we certainly are; and the fun is only just beginning. Isn’t that right Mr. Black”?
“Righto, Miss White. Right you are indeed. Shall we continue”?
With that, Ron reached in to the handy duffle bag, and removed a roll of thick nylon rope; the kind used for securing things to the roof of a car or the likes. In this case, the sash would find an even better use, as it would be utilized to bind together the naked legs of the suspended duo. Reaching down, Ron grabbed the bare right foot of Hillary, and the bare left foot of Trevor, while Mitzy made short work of securing Hillary’s bare foot to the outside of Trevor’s naked and sweaty thigh. He then did the same thing to Trevor’s foot, securing it to the outside of Hillary’s bare right thigh. Once the sadistic captors had done the same thing with their captives remaining bare legs and feet, they tossed the sash back into the duffle bag and paused for a breather. Tough work trussing up the naked appendages of your lovers, the captors were learning. But is was fun work nonetheless. And, as Carl returned with his trusty digital camera to document the most recent humiliation, Ron and Mitzy took great pleasure in their ex-lover’s predicament. Hillary and Trevor’s underwear clad behinds were now suspended a few feet off of the cement warehouse floor, and their bare feet were each secured to outside of the others bare thighs. It was something straight out of a bondage kink website, and Mitzy and Ron were very pleased with themselves.
Once mutually satisfied that Carl had snapped an adequate number of stills, Mitzy and Ron once again approached the bound duo with a look of menace on their faces. Mitzy seated herself on the floor below Trevor’s suspended ass, which was still clad in his baby blue boxers. And Ron nestled in below Hillary’s lace panty clad behind. They each began running their fingers and nails up and down the bottom of the suspended duo’s bare legs, taking their time and evoking a new round of laughter from the half naked politicians. Raking their fingers, they began to center their focuses on the back of the knees, tickling the sweaty crevices there and sending Hillary and Trevor swinging back and forth as a result of the torture. The violent screams from the bound pair sent shivers of exhilaration through Ron and Mitzy, who had both waited a very long time and exhausted a very long planning process to bring this moment of torturous revenge to fruition. In fact, the pained plea's of Trevor and Hillary, begging that the tickling cease, only served to reinvigorate the captors and prodded them to up their level of sadistic torment.
As if on cue, Ron and Mitzy each brandished small Swiss Army pocketknives from the chest pockets of their matching mechanics overalls, and opened the largest blades on the pocketknives nearly in unison. Reaching up, Ron grabbed a firm hold of the elastic waistband on Hillary’s lace panties, and used the blade to slice through the thin transparent fabric with ease. Slicing down slowly, he left the now useless garment to fall open, revealing her firm bare ass cheeks. Small beads of perspiration were visible along Hillary’s bare ass crack, and Ron used his fingers to tickle her crack in vicious manner. Pulling the now easily removable underwear from her naked waste, Ron tossed the panties off to the side to join the growing pile of Hillary’s discarded outfit. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, enjoying the site of her fit body, which was now fully and completely naked from the waist down. Reaching up, he gave a quick tease of things yet to come as he tickled her now slightly moist mound. Mitzy, meanwhile, made the same short work of Trevor’s boxers, tossing them with his equally growing pile of superfluous wardrobe items and laughing out loud as Trevor’s hairy ass & balls, and raging hard cock, now swung freely just inches above her head.
Boy oh boy, the captors each thought simultaneously, this was turning out to be well worth the long wait and painstaking planning for sure……
Intro/Part One - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=156439&highlight=incumbents
Part Two - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=158068&highlight=incumbents
Part Three (is below)
Mitzy, meanwhile, grew curious and began to tear the remaining fabric of the sock from Trevor’s foot. She then grabbed the shears and hastily began to cut from cuff to buttocks the back of Trevor’s right pant leg, revealing a pair of baby blue boxer shorts in the process.
“Oh how cute, a boxer guy! Would have pegged you as the briefs type,” uttered Mitzy innocently, in a ploy towards misdirection. She, of course, had been the one who had changed Trevor from a “briefs guy” to a “boxer guy” in the first place. “Mr. Black, tell me – what type of undies does our dear Miss Westcott prefer?”
“Well, let’s see” Ron replied, as he used brute force to tear the pant leg up to her belt, reveling a pair of lacey pink panties. “Seems she opts for lace, Miss White, pink lace at that.”
“Oh, how interesting. I wonder if our duo suffers from equally ticklish behinds? Perhaps we should find out, yes?”
“Indeed, Miss White, indeed we should!”
At that, the captors began to lightly brush the backs of Trevor and Hillary’s upper thighs, slowly working their way up towards the pair’s backsides in the process. And to think, things were just getting started!
Both Hillary and Trevor were beginning to stir with laughter, and the slightly erotic tickling was beginning to cause other things to “stir” as well. Hillary’s nipples were becoming slightly erect inside of her lacey bra (what, with all of the attention to her very ticklish buttocks), and blood began to rush to Trevor’s member, causing it to grow inside of the pant leg of his tux where it had come to rest against the inside of his thigh. Mitzy and Ron, not ones to miss a trick, exchanged knowing glances at one another; they were equally delighted in the effect they were having on their captors, and intent of further humiliation of their once significant others.
“Well, well, well, would you look at that” snorted Mitzy with a slight air of sarcasm, “Trevor’s little cock seems to be enjoying all of the attention that his feet and ass are receiving. It must be getting jealous, and wants in on the action”!
“Not to be outdone over here, little madame legislature’s titties are dying to get in on all of the fun as well it would appear”, snickered Ron. “Her nipples are just about popping through her shirt for crying out loud”.
Hillary and Trevor, now utterly mortified and suddenly aware that they were in for a heap more trouble than they had even imagined, both shuddered at the thought that the camera was rolling and capturing their utter humiliation for posterity sake. But even the reddening of their faces, and their own mortification, couldn’t help their predicament (or, for that matter, change the fact that this ordeal was getting them both worked up, sexually)!
Intent on taking full advantage of the situation, Mitzy stood up in front of Trevor, unbuckled his dress belt, and removed it from his tux pants. Unbuttoning his trousers, and pulling down the zipper, she then tugged the tux pants down off of Trevors hairy legs and out from under his feet. Removing his remaining shoe and sock as well, she left him hanging there clad now in his boxers only from the waist down, but still sporting his full attire from the waist up. He was also ‘sporting’ the very healthy start of a full on erection!
“Oh, how adorable is he” Mitzy offered to the now obviously staring Hillary in full-on ‘wink wink’ fashion, “doesn’t lover boy here just look delightful in his cute little outfit”!
“Well, given his desire to get more comfortable, I think it’s only fair if Ms lacey panties over here joins him wouldn’t you say” offered up Ron rhetorically.
With that, he got up and began to remove the remaining fabric of her now ruined dress slacks. Once he had successfully peeled them off of her long fit legs, he took great pleasure in also removing the remaining knee high sock from her foot and licking the sole of her foot from heel to toe for good measure! This left Hillary clad only in her sexy lace panties from the waist down. She was still sporting her jacket and blouse, however, as the captors had not yet shifted their mutual attentions to matters above the waistline so to speak. Now, in glorious fashion, her nearly bare ass and bare legs were left to teeter on her very bare size 10 feet.
“What a delicious pair these two make” he offered up, as he stepped back to admire their handy work up until that point.
Meanwhile, the loitering cohort Carl, all but forgotten about as he had been admiring from the sidelines, returned to the scene now brandishing a digital camera. He began flashing pictures of the bound political duo in their sexy state, making sure to get close ups of the pairs bare tootsies and utterly humiliated faces in the process. This assignment had been orchestrated ahead of time as well, as Carl had been instructed to capture stills of the bondage fiasco, and documenting their various stages of embarrassment and undress.
Mitzy & Ron had moved momentarily to the sidelines, in an effort to allow Carl unobstructed access for his stills but also to retrieve some toys from the duffel bag as well. Returning, Ron was now wielding a menacing pair of hairbrushes while Mitzy carried a large bottle of baby oil. Seating herself in between the naked legs of Hillary and Trevor, she began to pour a generous helping of oil onto the wiggling bare feet and toes of the bound couple, making sure to work the oil in to the crevices between their toes and massage the oil all over their naked soles as well. This process, ticklish in its own right, sent the couple into yet another laughing fit. Trevor and Hillary desperately attempted to keep their twitching tootsies from the determined grasp of Mitzy’s skilled fingers, folding their feet over one another, curling their toes, and attempting to pull their legs up off of the floor and bend them to their chests. All of this was to no avail, as Mitzy took full advantage of the bound couples inability to escape from her malicious clutches.
Things then went from bad to worse for the two, as Ron sat down on the floor in front of Hillary, and after handing the second hairbrush to Mitzy began to work over Hillary’s oiled bare soles with the brush. Mitzy began the same torturous routine on Trevor’s equally lubricated bare skin, sending him into a fit so violent she thought he might actually rip down the 100 year old timber that his rope had been secured to some twenty plus feet above his head. Ron and Mitzy worked their captives over like this for nearly 10 full minutes, to the point where the captives were nearly in danger of passing out. Sensing this, the two paused for a moment to allow the bound duo to catch their breath, and prepare for a second wave of fun.
The bound pair of Trevor and Hillary were becoming mere shells of their former well kept and impeccably groomed selves. Trevor’s face was a sweaty mess, tears streamed from his watering eyes, and his $200 haircut had been reduced to a tattered mess of wet strands of hair hanging over his eyes and ears. Hillary, in an equal if not worse state of ruined appearances, had mascara running down both of her beat red cheeks, while her hair had fallen in wet sweaty frazzled strands over her face. Her head hung forward in utter exhaustion, as she tried to suck enough air into her lungs while taking advantage of the momentary pause in the torture.
“Are we having fun yet, kids” taunted Mitzy, as she took in the glorious site of her humiliated spouse and his bitch mistress. “I hope so, because we certainly are; and the fun is only just beginning. Isn’t that right Mr. Black”?
“Righto, Miss White. Right you are indeed. Shall we continue”?
With that, Ron reached in to the handy duffle bag, and removed a roll of thick nylon rope; the kind used for securing things to the roof of a car or the likes. In this case, the sash would find an even better use, as it would be utilized to bind together the naked legs of the suspended duo. Reaching down, Ron grabbed the bare right foot of Hillary, and the bare left foot of Trevor, while Mitzy made short work of securing Hillary’s bare foot to the outside of Trevor’s naked and sweaty thigh. He then did the same thing to Trevor’s foot, securing it to the outside of Hillary’s bare right thigh. Once the sadistic captors had done the same thing with their captives remaining bare legs and feet, they tossed the sash back into the duffle bag and paused for a breather. Tough work trussing up the naked appendages of your lovers, the captors were learning. But is was fun work nonetheless. And, as Carl returned with his trusty digital camera to document the most recent humiliation, Ron and Mitzy took great pleasure in their ex-lover’s predicament. Hillary and Trevor’s underwear clad behinds were now suspended a few feet off of the cement warehouse floor, and their bare feet were each secured to outside of the others bare thighs. It was something straight out of a bondage kink website, and Mitzy and Ron were very pleased with themselves.
Once mutually satisfied that Carl had snapped an adequate number of stills, Mitzy and Ron once again approached the bound duo with a look of menace on their faces. Mitzy seated herself on the floor below Trevor’s suspended ass, which was still clad in his baby blue boxers. And Ron nestled in below Hillary’s lace panty clad behind. They each began running their fingers and nails up and down the bottom of the suspended duo’s bare legs, taking their time and evoking a new round of laughter from the half naked politicians. Raking their fingers, they began to center their focuses on the back of the knees, tickling the sweaty crevices there and sending Hillary and Trevor swinging back and forth as a result of the torture. The violent screams from the bound pair sent shivers of exhilaration through Ron and Mitzy, who had both waited a very long time and exhausted a very long planning process to bring this moment of torturous revenge to fruition. In fact, the pained plea's of Trevor and Hillary, begging that the tickling cease, only served to reinvigorate the captors and prodded them to up their level of sadistic torment.
As if on cue, Ron and Mitzy each brandished small Swiss Army pocketknives from the chest pockets of their matching mechanics overalls, and opened the largest blades on the pocketknives nearly in unison. Reaching up, Ron grabbed a firm hold of the elastic waistband on Hillary’s lace panties, and used the blade to slice through the thin transparent fabric with ease. Slicing down slowly, he left the now useless garment to fall open, revealing her firm bare ass cheeks. Small beads of perspiration were visible along Hillary’s bare ass crack, and Ron used his fingers to tickle her crack in vicious manner. Pulling the now easily removable underwear from her naked waste, Ron tossed the panties off to the side to join the growing pile of Hillary’s discarded outfit. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, enjoying the site of her fit body, which was now fully and completely naked from the waist down. Reaching up, he gave a quick tease of things yet to come as he tickled her now slightly moist mound. Mitzy, meanwhile, made the same short work of Trevor’s boxers, tossing them with his equally growing pile of superfluous wardrobe items and laughing out loud as Trevor’s hairy ass & balls, and raging hard cock, now swung freely just inches above her head.
Boy oh boy, the captors each thought simultaneously, this was turning out to be well worth the long wait and painstaking planning for sure……
