Mandy Thomas loved the new house she had just purchased. Her neighbors were still unknown to her but she knew the closest house was occupied by eight college freshman, all females. For two weeks, Mandy spent time getting her house organized when she ran into one of the women who lived next door. After talking for a bit, the woman invited Mandy over that coming friday night to meet the other girls who lived there.
Mandy accepted the invitation and that Friday, Mandy went over and was escorted into the large house. All eight females were in their early twenties and seemed very pleasant and nice. One gave Mandy a soda in a large glass. Mandy sipped her beverage but she noticed the girls were watching her somewhat intensely. As if they were observing her behavior. Mandy shrugged off the strange feeling. Mandy was twenty-two, blonde and on the skinny side. Still, she was very attractive.
As she finished about half the glass of soda and the conversation with her neighbors continued, Mandy suddenly felt light headed. She almost dropped the glass but it was saved by one of the girls. Mandy then started slumping on the large sofa and then all went black.
When Mandy's eyes fluttered open, she was aware she was lying on a bed. Her wrists were secured by leather cuffs which kept her arms above her head flat on the bed. A soft pillow was under head her head. Similar cuffs circled her ankles which is turn were securely anchored to the wooden frame at the bottom of the bed. Mandy struggled but the bonds allowed very little movement. She was wearing only her bra and panties.
She heard the door open and lifted her head and saw the eight girls enter with smiles on their faces. The door closed behind them. Mandy was totally helpless and a bit afraid.
"What's going on?" asked Mandy, somewhat anxious.
"Relax,Mandy," replied a tall redhead. "My name is Marie and we just want to play a game with you."
Mandy's mind raced. "What kind of game?" she asked.
"Oh, don't worry, Mandy," said one of the girls. "You will enjoy it. I know we will!" At that, all eight girls giggled. Mandy continued to struggle.
Marie then spoke. "It is a great game, Mandy. You will love it. Do the words "kootchy, kootchy coo" mean anything to you"?
Mandy's fear rose. Her eyes grew huge as she understood the words. Mandy was paralyzed with fear. She was one of the most ticklish women on the planet. Now, she was a captive of eight young women with evil smiles on their faces. Mandy struggled even more as she thought about her situation. Her feet were bare. Her underarms helplessly exposed. These women were planning to torture her in the worst possible way. TICKLING!
(end of part one. Part two soon: Mandy's weekend of hell)
Mandy accepted the invitation and that Friday, Mandy went over and was escorted into the large house. All eight females were in their early twenties and seemed very pleasant and nice. One gave Mandy a soda in a large glass. Mandy sipped her beverage but she noticed the girls were watching her somewhat intensely. As if they were observing her behavior. Mandy shrugged off the strange feeling. Mandy was twenty-two, blonde and on the skinny side. Still, she was very attractive.
As she finished about half the glass of soda and the conversation with her neighbors continued, Mandy suddenly felt light headed. She almost dropped the glass but it was saved by one of the girls. Mandy then started slumping on the large sofa and then all went black.
When Mandy's eyes fluttered open, she was aware she was lying on a bed. Her wrists were secured by leather cuffs which kept her arms above her head flat on the bed. A soft pillow was under head her head. Similar cuffs circled her ankles which is turn were securely anchored to the wooden frame at the bottom of the bed. Mandy struggled but the bonds allowed very little movement. She was wearing only her bra and panties.
She heard the door open and lifted her head and saw the eight girls enter with smiles on their faces. The door closed behind them. Mandy was totally helpless and a bit afraid.
"What's going on?" asked Mandy, somewhat anxious.
"Relax,Mandy," replied a tall redhead. "My name is Marie and we just want to play a game with you."
Mandy's mind raced. "What kind of game?" she asked.
"Oh, don't worry, Mandy," said one of the girls. "You will enjoy it. I know we will!" At that, all eight girls giggled. Mandy continued to struggle.
Marie then spoke. "It is a great game, Mandy. You will love it. Do the words "kootchy, kootchy coo" mean anything to you"?
Mandy's fear rose. Her eyes grew huge as she understood the words. Mandy was paralyzed with fear. She was one of the most ticklish women on the planet. Now, she was a captive of eight young women with evil smiles on their faces. Mandy struggled even more as she thought about her situation. Her feet were bare. Her underarms helplessly exposed. These women were planning to torture her in the worst possible way. TICKLING!
(end of part one. Part two soon: Mandy's weekend of hell)
