Part TWO of a story, in which Marie is tickled, and tormented by her own clothes and household items, which have taken on a life of their own....
Previously....
Maries house had turned against her, and intended to tickle torture her forever. Her own clothes had turned against her, and the forks from her drawer had just tickled her soles for a whole two hours.Still bound and gagged with the living stockings, Maries shoes and jeans had walked her into her laundry room against her will.. The dirty laundry seemed to twitch when she entered...
And now...
PART TWO
Held stock still by her own jeans, shoes, and the stocking ropes that pinned her arms to her sides, Marie could only watch and scream muffled screams, as she watched items of clothing from the huge pile of laundry seem to twitch and move in front of her. Gloves seemed to fill themselves with invisible hands, and pick up more dirty stockings, which seemed to pull themselves on to invisible legs. Leggings and trousers filled themselves out, and shirt buttons did themselves up.
A pair of pink lace gloves floated towards Marie, making tickle movements... Maries eyes opened wide with fear...
"MMMMNNNGGGGNNNN!!! MMMM NN PPHHGGGGMMMNNNN!"
But rather than start tickling her, the gloves pointed to the open door begind her.. Were they letting her go?
Her nylon ropes loosened, and slid off her, escaping into the pile of moving laundry.. Her stocking gag slipped easily from her head, and out came the cheesy tasting nylons that had balled up in her mouth. Her t-shirt rolled up, revealing her bra, and slid over her head, and off her arms.. Her bra unclipped itself, and followed her t-shirt into the pile of dirty clothes. Before she could grab at the jeans, stockings and shoes that held her legs in place, her belt, button and zip undid themselves , and her jeans sat her sharply on the floor. Her smelly old converse shoes untied themselves, and left her feet, revealing the ripped stockings.. They walked calmly over to the corner of the room and waited. Still sat, her jeans and stockings pulled themselves off her legs, and came to rest on the laundry pile.
She could almost get away!
Only her knickers remained.. The cream lace knickers that were so comfy, were being mischievous, and goosing her bum.. She squeeled with each grab, and went to rip them off.. Instead, the knickers slowly took themselves off, but not before tickling at her between her legs, and all down her legs as they removed themselves..
She was free... The realisation hit quicker than the fear, and she bolted out of the laundry room, slamming the door shut behind her, and running, crying and terrified into her hallway, completely naked.
Too exhausted to speak, she knew she had to get out of the house, and quickly. But she was naked.. She couldnt go running out of the house like this! Hysterical, naked, and telling tales of living clothes and tickling forks? She would be locked up in an instant! As much as it made her skin crawl, she had to find some clothes that would not imprison her again, and quickly..
Marie ran up her narrow staircase, and stopped outside her bedroom. She was breathing quickly, but managed to calm down enough to listen for noise. There was none. Maybe what was going on with the house hadn't affected her bedroom yet, which was a relief, as her large wardrobe was in there, along with a long overdue pile of laundry, and all her old tickle toys from her previous marriage... She was taking a risk going in there.. But... She had to do it.
She peered inside. Everything looked as she had left it. Nothing moved on its own, no stockings wriggled, no clothes put themselves on.
She thought quickly... "Flip flops, short skirt, strappy top. That cant possibly bind me, or attack me.. I can get them off quickly if they come to life..."
Nothing jumped out at her as she opened the drawer, and grabbed her denim skirt. No movement from anything, as she pulled on her pink strappy top. She slid her feet tentatively into her blue flip flops, and was relieved to find she wasnt being walked around by them. She tried kicking one off. It flew away easily. She breathed easier, as she put it back on, and made a run for the front door, right in front of her staircase, slamming the bedroom door behind her.
As she left the room, she hadnt noticed the drawer full of lace gloves opening on its own, or the unwashed stockings wriggling out of her overflowing laundry bag..
The front door was locked.. "Dammit, dammit dammit, let me out!" Marie said to herself.. The key hung from a hook above the door. She reached for it, and breathed a sigh of relief when it didnt fly out of her reach.. Marie tried the handle again, but it had jammed, and would not push down... "No... Move!!!! Open!!!! Dammitt!!!" She growled..
She put the key to the lock.... It wouldnt go in. It stopped, one inch from the hole, like a magnet repelling another magnet..
"Oh no.. Please, no.. not now, just let me out!!!!!!" She could feel panic rising again...
She tried the key again, but this time, it shot right out of her hand and landed on the step behind her. She went to grab for it, but was pushed back against the door...
Her flip flops, which she had thought would be safe, started to itch her toes. She tried to kick them off, but they seemed glued to her feet. The strap, which felt so loose earlier, tightened around her toes, and the foam seemed to glue itself to her soles.
"What? NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! GEEEETTTTT OOFFFFFF MYY FEEEEET!!!!!" She screamed...
The flip flops seemed to become heavier and heavier, and she could not raise her feet from the ground. Her small denim skirt unbuttoned itself, and slid down, stopping at her knees. Once there, it pulled itself tight around her knees, pinning her legs together.
Her strappy top did the same thing, and pulled itself over her head, over her arms, stopping at her wrists, wrapping tightly around her. It lifted her arms above her head, and once again Marie was trapped and tied by her own clothes, her her skin helplessly exposed.
She looked back down at the key, only to see it in the hand on one of a pair of black lace gloves, being held between thumb and forefinger. The other glove waved a finger in a 'no no...' way, and they floated back up the stairs with the front door key.
Marie screamed out loud at what she saw next..
From the corner of the walls, dozens of pairs of thin lacey gloves walked on all fingertips down the stairs towards her. She saw stockings, seeminly being worn by invisible legs walking from all the rooms, and down the stairs towards her. Gloves were now floating slowly down the stairs, and the stockings stepped slowly, seductively, and purpousely towards her.
"NONONONO!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! GET AWAY!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Before she could say another word, one of the thirty or forty pairs of gloves floated up to her face and clamped over her mouth, muffling her screams. More gloves crawled up her body, followed by even more pairs.. A pair held her firmly at the ankles, and her flip flops left her feet, walking away. A pair of gloves removed the skirt that had bound her, which floated away, filled itself out with an ample bottom, and slipped itself over a pair of stockings, making an invisible lower body, which walked menacingly towards her.
More gloves crept up her thighs, each touch seemingly more deliberate.. The gloves were silky smooth, and incredibly thin, but they felt like real hands.
Further up her body, up her sides, Further up, to her armpits.. Two pairs on each breast.. Up her arms, holding her wrists in place while her top flew off, and joined the dress, and stockings, making an almost human figure...
The gloves waited for a minute, hightening the anticipation....Then slowly, movement... Marie jumped at the slow light wriggle of the fingers all over her.. Then harder movement... Then more deliberate... Slowly building up into a full tickle..Then BANG!!!! Every glove on her body tickled her at full velocity. What seemed like hundreds of fingers were probing, poking, wriggling and tickling at every exposed inch of Maries body. Marie screamed with horror under the glove which held her mouth shut. She could not move a single muscle, even her head which was being held in place by even more gloves..
And they kept coming. Soon, she was completely covered in delicate lace gloves of all colours which grew and grew.. Only her eyes and nose were exposed, so she could breath, and look in terror at the living stockings which filled her staircase.
Only her sensetive soles were not being tickled, as she was stood firmly on the ground... But not for long. She felt herself being hoisted easily into the air, one foot from the ground. Many pairs of gloves seemed to crawl from the seething tickling mass she was covered with, and began playing with her feet, tickling and scratching the soles, pinching her toes, and moving fingers in between each toe.
It was too much for Marie to handle, she felt insanity about to take over.. She peed herself again and again, and cried hysterically, but could not do a thing. All she could do was feel intense tickling, and endure it.
The gloves would not stop. What seemed like hours passed. The tickling continued. Over and over and over. Marie was covered in a wriggling mass of tickling gloves, which kept her prisoner for hours, while they probed and stimulated her entire body with unbearable and professional tickling.
After what seemed like six hours, the sensations began to slow a little, becoming lighter and lighter. Soon, the tickling stopped, but the gloves still kept a tight hold of Marie. She was gasping and whimpering under her silky gag, and her legs were shaking uncontrolably.
The gloves left her body, and floated away to some other room. Only two pairs remained. One pair slipped themselves onto her wrists, and forced her arms down. The other pair held tight to her ankles. A remaining glove kept her mouth closed.
She was held firmly by the gloves veiwing the living stockings, which seemed to become excited.. The toes of each stocking began to wiggle, and the nylon legs swished against them selves.. One pair walked over to Marie, and rubbed up and down her leg, the foot wiggling around her calf.. The gloves then picked her up, hoisted her into mid air onto her back, while the living stockings slipped themselves easily onto her legs. The gloves slipped out of the top, and the stockings held her in place..
She began to float up the staircase, over the dozens and dozens of pairs of living stockings, all which were very dirty, smelly, and seemed to be worn by shapely invisible legs. She was floated into her bedroom,and placed on the floor. The gloves slipped onto her hands, and held her arms out by her side, making her fingers do tickle movements on their own..
Her stocking captors made her walk over to her bed, and lie down on it, spreadeagled out..
The other pairs of well worn stockings walked in behind her, and at least 15 pairs climbed onto the bed. They placed themselves at strategic points around her body, the dirty smelly soles of each stocking resting lightly all up her legs, across her pelvis, over her tummy, on her sides, and at least 4 pairs wiggled their incredibly stinky feet parts inches from her face...
Another pair encircled her wrists like tentacles, tied themselves tight, before tying the other ends of themselves tightly to the bedposts.. The stockings on her legs slipped easily off, wrapping around her ankles, and stretched to tie themselves onto the posts at the foot of the bed. Marie was free to move, and struggled against her bonds but the stocking feet that rested on her pushed her down every time she tried to struggle. The knots were too tight anyway...
Marie was gagged again by more unwashed nylons, this time a particularly sharp tasting pair from the bottom of the basket.. Who knows how long they had been there...
Then, with the taste of her own feet filling her mouth and the scent of her worn nylons filling her nose, the stockings reared themselves inches from her exposed body, and the toes began to excitedly wriggle......
To be continued....
Previously....
Maries house had turned against her, and intended to tickle torture her forever. Her own clothes had turned against her, and the forks from her drawer had just tickled her soles for a whole two hours.Still bound and gagged with the living stockings, Maries shoes and jeans had walked her into her laundry room against her will.. The dirty laundry seemed to twitch when she entered...
And now...
PART TWO
Held stock still by her own jeans, shoes, and the stocking ropes that pinned her arms to her sides, Marie could only watch and scream muffled screams, as she watched items of clothing from the huge pile of laundry seem to twitch and move in front of her. Gloves seemed to fill themselves with invisible hands, and pick up more dirty stockings, which seemed to pull themselves on to invisible legs. Leggings and trousers filled themselves out, and shirt buttons did themselves up.
A pair of pink lace gloves floated towards Marie, making tickle movements... Maries eyes opened wide with fear...
"MMMMNNNGGGGNNNN!!! MMMM NN PPHHGGGGMMMNNNN!"
But rather than start tickling her, the gloves pointed to the open door begind her.. Were they letting her go?
Her nylon ropes loosened, and slid off her, escaping into the pile of moving laundry.. Her stocking gag slipped easily from her head, and out came the cheesy tasting nylons that had balled up in her mouth. Her t-shirt rolled up, revealing her bra, and slid over her head, and off her arms.. Her bra unclipped itself, and followed her t-shirt into the pile of dirty clothes. Before she could grab at the jeans, stockings and shoes that held her legs in place, her belt, button and zip undid themselves , and her jeans sat her sharply on the floor. Her smelly old converse shoes untied themselves, and left her feet, revealing the ripped stockings.. They walked calmly over to the corner of the room and waited. Still sat, her jeans and stockings pulled themselves off her legs, and came to rest on the laundry pile.
She could almost get away!
Only her knickers remained.. The cream lace knickers that were so comfy, were being mischievous, and goosing her bum.. She squeeled with each grab, and went to rip them off.. Instead, the knickers slowly took themselves off, but not before tickling at her between her legs, and all down her legs as they removed themselves..
She was free... The realisation hit quicker than the fear, and she bolted out of the laundry room, slamming the door shut behind her, and running, crying and terrified into her hallway, completely naked.
Too exhausted to speak, she knew she had to get out of the house, and quickly. But she was naked.. She couldnt go running out of the house like this! Hysterical, naked, and telling tales of living clothes and tickling forks? She would be locked up in an instant! As much as it made her skin crawl, she had to find some clothes that would not imprison her again, and quickly..
Marie ran up her narrow staircase, and stopped outside her bedroom. She was breathing quickly, but managed to calm down enough to listen for noise. There was none. Maybe what was going on with the house hadn't affected her bedroom yet, which was a relief, as her large wardrobe was in there, along with a long overdue pile of laundry, and all her old tickle toys from her previous marriage... She was taking a risk going in there.. But... She had to do it.
She peered inside. Everything looked as she had left it. Nothing moved on its own, no stockings wriggled, no clothes put themselves on.
She thought quickly... "Flip flops, short skirt, strappy top. That cant possibly bind me, or attack me.. I can get them off quickly if they come to life..."
Nothing jumped out at her as she opened the drawer, and grabbed her denim skirt. No movement from anything, as she pulled on her pink strappy top. She slid her feet tentatively into her blue flip flops, and was relieved to find she wasnt being walked around by them. She tried kicking one off. It flew away easily. She breathed easier, as she put it back on, and made a run for the front door, right in front of her staircase, slamming the bedroom door behind her.
As she left the room, she hadnt noticed the drawer full of lace gloves opening on its own, or the unwashed stockings wriggling out of her overflowing laundry bag..
The front door was locked.. "Dammit, dammit dammit, let me out!" Marie said to herself.. The key hung from a hook above the door. She reached for it, and breathed a sigh of relief when it didnt fly out of her reach.. Marie tried the handle again, but it had jammed, and would not push down... "No... Move!!!! Open!!!! Dammitt!!!" She growled..
She put the key to the lock.... It wouldnt go in. It stopped, one inch from the hole, like a magnet repelling another magnet..
"Oh no.. Please, no.. not now, just let me out!!!!!!" She could feel panic rising again...
She tried the key again, but this time, it shot right out of her hand and landed on the step behind her. She went to grab for it, but was pushed back against the door...
Her flip flops, which she had thought would be safe, started to itch her toes. She tried to kick them off, but they seemed glued to her feet. The strap, which felt so loose earlier, tightened around her toes, and the foam seemed to glue itself to her soles.
"What? NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! GEEEETTTTT OOFFFFFF MYY FEEEEET!!!!!" She screamed...
The flip flops seemed to become heavier and heavier, and she could not raise her feet from the ground. Her small denim skirt unbuttoned itself, and slid down, stopping at her knees. Once there, it pulled itself tight around her knees, pinning her legs together.
Her strappy top did the same thing, and pulled itself over her head, over her arms, stopping at her wrists, wrapping tightly around her. It lifted her arms above her head, and once again Marie was trapped and tied by her own clothes, her her skin helplessly exposed.
She looked back down at the key, only to see it in the hand on one of a pair of black lace gloves, being held between thumb and forefinger. The other glove waved a finger in a 'no no...' way, and they floated back up the stairs with the front door key.
Marie screamed out loud at what she saw next..
From the corner of the walls, dozens of pairs of thin lacey gloves walked on all fingertips down the stairs towards her. She saw stockings, seeminly being worn by invisible legs walking from all the rooms, and down the stairs towards her. Gloves were now floating slowly down the stairs, and the stockings stepped slowly, seductively, and purpousely towards her.
"NONONONO!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! GET AWAY!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Before she could say another word, one of the thirty or forty pairs of gloves floated up to her face and clamped over her mouth, muffling her screams. More gloves crawled up her body, followed by even more pairs.. A pair held her firmly at the ankles, and her flip flops left her feet, walking away. A pair of gloves removed the skirt that had bound her, which floated away, filled itself out with an ample bottom, and slipped itself over a pair of stockings, making an invisible lower body, which walked menacingly towards her.
More gloves crept up her thighs, each touch seemingly more deliberate.. The gloves were silky smooth, and incredibly thin, but they felt like real hands.
Further up her body, up her sides, Further up, to her armpits.. Two pairs on each breast.. Up her arms, holding her wrists in place while her top flew off, and joined the dress, and stockings, making an almost human figure...
The gloves waited for a minute, hightening the anticipation....Then slowly, movement... Marie jumped at the slow light wriggle of the fingers all over her.. Then harder movement... Then more deliberate... Slowly building up into a full tickle..Then BANG!!!! Every glove on her body tickled her at full velocity. What seemed like hundreds of fingers were probing, poking, wriggling and tickling at every exposed inch of Maries body. Marie screamed with horror under the glove which held her mouth shut. She could not move a single muscle, even her head which was being held in place by even more gloves..
And they kept coming. Soon, she was completely covered in delicate lace gloves of all colours which grew and grew.. Only her eyes and nose were exposed, so she could breath, and look in terror at the living stockings which filled her staircase.
Only her sensetive soles were not being tickled, as she was stood firmly on the ground... But not for long. She felt herself being hoisted easily into the air, one foot from the ground. Many pairs of gloves seemed to crawl from the seething tickling mass she was covered with, and began playing with her feet, tickling and scratching the soles, pinching her toes, and moving fingers in between each toe.
It was too much for Marie to handle, she felt insanity about to take over.. She peed herself again and again, and cried hysterically, but could not do a thing. All she could do was feel intense tickling, and endure it.
The gloves would not stop. What seemed like hours passed. The tickling continued. Over and over and over. Marie was covered in a wriggling mass of tickling gloves, which kept her prisoner for hours, while they probed and stimulated her entire body with unbearable and professional tickling.
After what seemed like six hours, the sensations began to slow a little, becoming lighter and lighter. Soon, the tickling stopped, but the gloves still kept a tight hold of Marie. She was gasping and whimpering under her silky gag, and her legs were shaking uncontrolably.
The gloves left her body, and floated away to some other room. Only two pairs remained. One pair slipped themselves onto her wrists, and forced her arms down. The other pair held tight to her ankles. A remaining glove kept her mouth closed.
She was held firmly by the gloves veiwing the living stockings, which seemed to become excited.. The toes of each stocking began to wiggle, and the nylon legs swished against them selves.. One pair walked over to Marie, and rubbed up and down her leg, the foot wiggling around her calf.. The gloves then picked her up, hoisted her into mid air onto her back, while the living stockings slipped themselves easily onto her legs. The gloves slipped out of the top, and the stockings held her in place..
She began to float up the staircase, over the dozens and dozens of pairs of living stockings, all which were very dirty, smelly, and seemed to be worn by shapely invisible legs. She was floated into her bedroom,and placed on the floor. The gloves slipped onto her hands, and held her arms out by her side, making her fingers do tickle movements on their own..
Her stocking captors made her walk over to her bed, and lie down on it, spreadeagled out..
The other pairs of well worn stockings walked in behind her, and at least 15 pairs climbed onto the bed. They placed themselves at strategic points around her body, the dirty smelly soles of each stocking resting lightly all up her legs, across her pelvis, over her tummy, on her sides, and at least 4 pairs wiggled their incredibly stinky feet parts inches from her face...
Another pair encircled her wrists like tentacles, tied themselves tight, before tying the other ends of themselves tightly to the bedposts.. The stockings on her legs slipped easily off, wrapping around her ankles, and stretched to tie themselves onto the posts at the foot of the bed. Marie was free to move, and struggled against her bonds but the stocking feet that rested on her pushed her down every time she tried to struggle. The knots were too tight anyway...
Marie was gagged again by more unwashed nylons, this time a particularly sharp tasting pair from the bottom of the basket.. Who knows how long they had been there...
Then, with the taste of her own feet filling her mouth and the scent of her worn nylons filling her nose, the stockings reared themselves inches from her exposed body, and the toes began to excitedly wriggle......
To be continued....
