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Took a break from the Andrea series to write one of the other stories that has been bouncing around in my head
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Matilda paced around the boxes for the event with her clipboard. She did not make much sound being petite and only five foot four. Her trainers absorbed the footfall from her brisk movements as she busily checked and double checked all the arrangements for the youth event, the bouncy castle, the drinks the snacks. At eighteen years old it was up to her and two friends to organise this for the younger members of the youth club before going away to university. Matilda was half-German and had moved to England nine years ago. Her English was perfect but she often upset people with her mannerisms, being incredibly brisk and brusk, having no time for jokes and frivolity her friends delighted in. Her tuts and clicks were heard from the back room where Lauren and Claire were waiting for her, nervously awaiting the fruition of their evil scheme. Matilda looked up sharply from her clipboard noticing the noise of the air pump.
She stomped towards the back-room, what were they thinking! Didn’t they know how important these extra-curriculum activities were?!
She marched into the back room full of rage to find Lauren and Claire inflating one of the games for the weekend. A tall wall covered in Velcro was inflating in between her friends who were grinning and checking the Velcro suits, Matilda could make out lots of little cartoon flies and the words ‘Fly Paper’ on the inflating wall….
“What are you doing?” Matilda demanded, furious with her friends and certain they were going to spoil all her hard work.
“Just checking this one Mat!” Claire purred in her soft Irish accent. Matilda was jealous of Claire’s good looks, red hair and easy going manner. Matilda often felt left out by all the silly jokes she didn’t understand and although she was good friends with Claire often resented her wit and easy laugh as well as her perfect pale skin and green eyes.
“Why does it need checking? We will have to pack it away again now!” Matilda demanded still unsure why the girls were doing things not listed on her clipboard. Matilda was very organised and had prepared both a schedule and itinerary giving the other girls tasks despite the fact she wasn’t in any way in charge.
“The fella who rented it to thought we might have to wash the suits with some fabric softener first, but was a bit vague on that point” Claire continued, barely suppressing a grin.
“What suits? Matilda demanded.
“Oh the fluffy ones that stick to the Velcro” Lauren chipped in. Like Claire Lauren was taller than Matilda and like Claire had earnt Matilda’s jealousy of her long blonde hair, ridiculously long legs and the attention these brought her. Matilda was pretty, but very short and with glasses, her attitude was the main thing that scared boys away. But a real resentment had built up despite the two girls being her best friends. Matilda did not make friends easily….
“Well why are you inflating it?” Matilda asked, partially placated.
“We thought we would just check a few of the suits to see if we need a trip to the laundrette or to wash and dry them at home then bring them in tomorrow” Claire explained.
“Ah good thinking” Matilda conceded.
“Only trouble is we are both too big for any of the suits” Lauren interjected grinning and wiggled her toes in their strappy sandals. She had painted the nails pink like her fingernails and Matilda remembered complaining to their supervisor about the way her friend’s dressed, amongst their many other short comings….
Matilda expected one of Claire short-jokes to arrive imminently; not being much taller than the kids they looked after, but no sardonic barb was forth-coming… Instead the ivory skinned beauty gently purred…
“Could you help us out sweetie?” Claire tilted her head, the soft lilt in her voice appealed to Matilda and the sadistic glint in her green eyes went un-noticed. Matilda’s jealousy of the other girl’s hair and legs was temporarily forgotten and she smiled glad to be of help. She selected one of the larger fluffy suits and began to put it on over her leggings and T-Shirt. She flicked her long brown hair out from under the back of the suit and removed her glasses….
“This okay?” She asked blinking and wishing things had edges again, years of reading without enough light had ruined her vision and without her glasses the world was a blur…
“Well you need to remove your shoes” Lauren softly spoke, no trace of her sadistic intent was betrayed in her voice.
Matilda obliged and slipped off her colourful trainers to reveal her thin grey socks with pink toes and heels and little pink hearts…
“Okay what now?” Matilda wasn’t sure how this game was supposed to work, not really understanding fun.
“Well basically you jump on the little bouncy bit and throw yourself at the wall so you stick” Claire purred, the familiar sarcasm creeping into her voice. Lauren shot her a look unseen to Matilda, Lauren did not want Claire ruining this.
“Why?” Matilda asked
“Because it is fun” Claire snapped, again earning a look form Lauren.
“If you say so!” Matilda snapped back annoyed by Claire’s attitude and feeling like the odd one out again. She began bouncing awkwardly and hoping not to make a fool of herself.
“It is best if you make yourself into a star!” Lauren purred reassuring Matilda.
Matilda somehow managed to jump right and stuck to the fully inflated wall upside down, she was briefly delighted that she had got it right. Her elation was quickly replaced by confusion as her two friends quickly applied two straps above her ankles trapping her feet, this where quickly followed by two more over her wrists and further straps securing her legs and arms to the wall. Her friends giggled as they pinned the Velcro to Matilda’s suit and the pads of fluffy material to the Velcro of the wall.
“What are you doing!” Matilda demanded, confused and enraged.
“Oh this is just payback for what you said to our supervisor last week!” Claire purred
Matilda was confused, her report had been honest and how did they know about that anyway?
She struggled but was held firmly upside down with three of the Velcro straps holding each arm and leg firmly above and below the knee and at the critical point around each wrist and ankle. She squirmed and started to feel uncomfortable her hair dangled as she wriggled.
“What you’re just going to leave me like this?” She bravely demanded.
“Oh no sweetie you’re in for quite a treat!” Claire teased dancing her nails over Matilda’s right foot.
The reaction was instantaneous and Matilda squealed and wiggled her foot. Matilda was desperately ticklish and HATED to be touched, even an accidental touch from a stranger as she picked out fruit at the market sent shivers down her spine. Her feet were especially ticklish and she always wore shoes and socks….
“Is someone ticklish?” Lauren teased tracing her long pink nails over Matilda’s left socked foot. Matilda squirmed and giggled desperately trying to escape this nightmare….
“Please don’t tickle me!” She begged her dominant bust demeanour frightened away by her absolute horror at her hopeless situation.
“Oh don’t you like to be tickled?” Claire teased, using both hands to slowly explore Matilda’s arches…
“No I don’t! Stop it at once!” Matilda screamed before quickly dissolving into giggled…
“Well you could have fooled us sweetie! Look at you smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl!” Claire teased increasing the pace of her tickles as Lauren matched her tempo, Matilda’s laughter became more desperate and she struggled hopelessly to escape.
“Well I don’t! So stop!” Matilda demanded between bouts of hysterical laughter…
“Okay we will stop!” Lauren conceded slowing the cruel dance of her nails over the thin sock that barely protected Matilda’s ultra-sensitive arches as Claire traced the pads of her fingers up and down the tops of her soles….
“When you stop laughing!” Claire cruelly added her face lit up in a sadistic grin.
“No Don’t!” Matilda screamed as the girl returned to their former pace, Claire occasionally exploring her trapped upper body through the fluffy boiler suit….
“Oh that is naughty” You can’t scream like that!” Lauren teased…
“If she does it again she will be punished!” Claire added focusing on Matilda’s helpless underarms and enjoying her frantic struggled, occasionally a Velcro pad needed to be pushed back against the wall to ensure that their victim did not escape.
However eventually Matilda was secure enough for Claire to return to her worst spot, her feet. The girls took one foot each and drove Matilda insane, she was trying desperately not to scream dreading further punishment but it was no use and she lost control completely. The second the dam broke the tickling slowed, Matilda panted catching her breath. Was it over? Would they stop now?
Her heart sank as she felt her thin socks being slowly tugged off, she tried to resist but to no avail and her soft pale feet were exposed. Matilda wiggled her toes in the cool air of the back room dreading further torture. She did not have long to anticipate further punishment as her friend’s hungrily returned to her feet with relish. Lauren used her horrible sharp nails to trace devilish patterns over Matilda’s left foot whilst Claire used her short nails and fingertip to produce a variable unpredictable torture. Matilda went insane and begged incoherently for mercy struggling to escape. Eventually her tormentors became concerned by the volume of her shouts, they were certain they would be undisturbed but as an extra precaution Lauren balled up Matilda’s socks and slipped them into her screaming mouth. The look on Matilda’s face was priceless, and Claire relished it as she applied the duct tape across her mouth trapping the socks inside.
Matilda’s muffled pleas were soon replaced by muffled screams as her ‘friend’s returned to her soles. The girls briefly experimented with feather which although effective, especially between Matilda’s toes did not deliver the unbearable torture possible from fingertips and nails. The two friend’s giggled as their bossy friend struggled and wriggled desperately hoping for an end to the unbearable torture on the soles of her feet. Matilda lost track of time and began to approach delirium, the effects of being hung upside down for so long being enhanced by the tickling. Eventually Lauren spotted that her head was as red as a tomato. She glanced at her friend…
“It is time!” she sadly stated, having discussed this aspect of their evil plan…
Claire just tilted her head and frowned scribbled her red nails over Matilda’s soft arches…
“We have to let her down we don’t have to stop tickling her!” Lauren conceded.
Claire’s face broke into an evil grin. The two girls undid Matilda’s straps and threw her down onto the bouncy mat before diving down to pin her down. The wrestled the struggling brunette into position before trapping her completely. Claire straddled Matilda’s waist and pinned both arms above her head whilst Lauren used her long legs to trap Matilda’s ankles glad she had managed to get this position. The torture resumed, Claire using one hand to hold both wrists and the other to tickle Matilda’s underarms. Lauren continued a vicious all out fingernail assault on Matilda’s feet. After some considerable time Matilda could stand no more and passed out…
“Well that was fun! So what do you want to do now?” Lauren asked checking Matilda’s pulse….
“Aren’t your parents away for the weekend?” Claire replied
“Yeah and my brother is off at Uni so…..”
The two girls grinned, Claire came up with the idea of wrapping Matilda in one of the spare mats which was just the right length to leave her feet and head exposed for torture. With a few blankets as camouflage the unconscious Matilda was carried to Lauren’s car and safely secured across the back seat. Matilda awoke several hours later from the worst nightmare she had ever had, she was trapped in a spider’s web but instead of eating her the spider had tickled her. She struggled to move but found she couldn’t; neither could she see and as she shouted she tasted her sock-gag her heart sank. She recalled the evening’s ticklish torture and began to struggle desperately. She couldn’t even move her toes, it felt like string was holding them back. Her struggles only alerted her captors to the fact that their prey was awake.
The torture resumed and Matilda screamed into her sock-gag, throughout that evening her soles would be spared no torture. Electric toothbrushes with old heads were used to explore her toes, a variety of brushes and feather used on her trapped feet, at one point her former friends even covered her soles in something and encouraged Lauren’s cats to lick them clean. After the torment of the cat’s rough tongue her soles were scrubbed with hot soapy water and dried with a hairdryer making them pink and super sensitive. Lauren gave Claire a look as she revealed the depths of her tickle knowledge and thought back to all the tickle fights the pair had had. Eventually they decided Matilda needed some sleep and unrolled her from the mat, loosely tying her to the sofa as she giggled from the ghost sensations of the tickle hell she had endured Claire took the spare room and wished Lauren goodnight.
She wasn’t sure if Matilda would ever forgive them but they would be off to different universities soon and Claire knew she would make lots of new friends, Lauren too would have no trouble her long legs and natural beauty ensuring she had no end of attention. On the sofa Matilda slipped back into her spider dream and struggled against the loose bonds the girls had tied her up with as a precaution, last thing they needed was a vengeful Matilda tickling them…
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Matilda paced around the boxes for the event with her clipboard. She did not make much sound being petite and only five foot four. Her trainers absorbed the footfall from her brisk movements as she busily checked and double checked all the arrangements for the youth event, the bouncy castle, the drinks the snacks. At eighteen years old it was up to her and two friends to organise this for the younger members of the youth club before going away to university. Matilda was half-German and had moved to England nine years ago. Her English was perfect but she often upset people with her mannerisms, being incredibly brisk and brusk, having no time for jokes and frivolity her friends delighted in. Her tuts and clicks were heard from the back room where Lauren and Claire were waiting for her, nervously awaiting the fruition of their evil scheme. Matilda looked up sharply from her clipboard noticing the noise of the air pump.
She stomped towards the back-room, what were they thinking! Didn’t they know how important these extra-curriculum activities were?!
She marched into the back room full of rage to find Lauren and Claire inflating one of the games for the weekend. A tall wall covered in Velcro was inflating in between her friends who were grinning and checking the Velcro suits, Matilda could make out lots of little cartoon flies and the words ‘Fly Paper’ on the inflating wall….
“What are you doing?” Matilda demanded, furious with her friends and certain they were going to spoil all her hard work.
“Just checking this one Mat!” Claire purred in her soft Irish accent. Matilda was jealous of Claire’s good looks, red hair and easy going manner. Matilda often felt left out by all the silly jokes she didn’t understand and although she was good friends with Claire often resented her wit and easy laugh as well as her perfect pale skin and green eyes.
“Why does it need checking? We will have to pack it away again now!” Matilda demanded still unsure why the girls were doing things not listed on her clipboard. Matilda was very organised and had prepared both a schedule and itinerary giving the other girls tasks despite the fact she wasn’t in any way in charge.
“The fella who rented it to thought we might have to wash the suits with some fabric softener first, but was a bit vague on that point” Claire continued, barely suppressing a grin.
“What suits? Matilda demanded.
“Oh the fluffy ones that stick to the Velcro” Lauren chipped in. Like Claire Lauren was taller than Matilda and like Claire had earnt Matilda’s jealousy of her long blonde hair, ridiculously long legs and the attention these brought her. Matilda was pretty, but very short and with glasses, her attitude was the main thing that scared boys away. But a real resentment had built up despite the two girls being her best friends. Matilda did not make friends easily….
“Well why are you inflating it?” Matilda asked, partially placated.
“We thought we would just check a few of the suits to see if we need a trip to the laundrette or to wash and dry them at home then bring them in tomorrow” Claire explained.
“Ah good thinking” Matilda conceded.
“Only trouble is we are both too big for any of the suits” Lauren interjected grinning and wiggled her toes in their strappy sandals. She had painted the nails pink like her fingernails and Matilda remembered complaining to their supervisor about the way her friend’s dressed, amongst their many other short comings….
Matilda expected one of Claire short-jokes to arrive imminently; not being much taller than the kids they looked after, but no sardonic barb was forth-coming… Instead the ivory skinned beauty gently purred…
“Could you help us out sweetie?” Claire tilted her head, the soft lilt in her voice appealed to Matilda and the sadistic glint in her green eyes went un-noticed. Matilda’s jealousy of the other girl’s hair and legs was temporarily forgotten and she smiled glad to be of help. She selected one of the larger fluffy suits and began to put it on over her leggings and T-Shirt. She flicked her long brown hair out from under the back of the suit and removed her glasses….
“This okay?” She asked blinking and wishing things had edges again, years of reading without enough light had ruined her vision and without her glasses the world was a blur…
“Well you need to remove your shoes” Lauren softly spoke, no trace of her sadistic intent was betrayed in her voice.
Matilda obliged and slipped off her colourful trainers to reveal her thin grey socks with pink toes and heels and little pink hearts…
“Okay what now?” Matilda wasn’t sure how this game was supposed to work, not really understanding fun.
“Well basically you jump on the little bouncy bit and throw yourself at the wall so you stick” Claire purred, the familiar sarcasm creeping into her voice. Lauren shot her a look unseen to Matilda, Lauren did not want Claire ruining this.
“Why?” Matilda asked
“Because it is fun” Claire snapped, again earning a look form Lauren.
“If you say so!” Matilda snapped back annoyed by Claire’s attitude and feeling like the odd one out again. She began bouncing awkwardly and hoping not to make a fool of herself.
“It is best if you make yourself into a star!” Lauren purred reassuring Matilda.
Matilda somehow managed to jump right and stuck to the fully inflated wall upside down, she was briefly delighted that she had got it right. Her elation was quickly replaced by confusion as her two friends quickly applied two straps above her ankles trapping her feet, this where quickly followed by two more over her wrists and further straps securing her legs and arms to the wall. Her friends giggled as they pinned the Velcro to Matilda’s suit and the pads of fluffy material to the Velcro of the wall.
“What are you doing!” Matilda demanded, confused and enraged.
“Oh this is just payback for what you said to our supervisor last week!” Claire purred
Matilda was confused, her report had been honest and how did they know about that anyway?
She struggled but was held firmly upside down with three of the Velcro straps holding each arm and leg firmly above and below the knee and at the critical point around each wrist and ankle. She squirmed and started to feel uncomfortable her hair dangled as she wriggled.
“What you’re just going to leave me like this?” She bravely demanded.
“Oh no sweetie you’re in for quite a treat!” Claire teased dancing her nails over Matilda’s right foot.
The reaction was instantaneous and Matilda squealed and wiggled her foot. Matilda was desperately ticklish and HATED to be touched, even an accidental touch from a stranger as she picked out fruit at the market sent shivers down her spine. Her feet were especially ticklish and she always wore shoes and socks….
“Is someone ticklish?” Lauren teased tracing her long pink nails over Matilda’s left socked foot. Matilda squirmed and giggled desperately trying to escape this nightmare….
“Please don’t tickle me!” She begged her dominant bust demeanour frightened away by her absolute horror at her hopeless situation.
“Oh don’t you like to be tickled?” Claire teased, using both hands to slowly explore Matilda’s arches…
“No I don’t! Stop it at once!” Matilda screamed before quickly dissolving into giggled…
“Well you could have fooled us sweetie! Look at you smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl!” Claire teased increasing the pace of her tickles as Lauren matched her tempo, Matilda’s laughter became more desperate and she struggled hopelessly to escape.
“Well I don’t! So stop!” Matilda demanded between bouts of hysterical laughter…
“Okay we will stop!” Lauren conceded slowing the cruel dance of her nails over the thin sock that barely protected Matilda’s ultra-sensitive arches as Claire traced the pads of her fingers up and down the tops of her soles….
“When you stop laughing!” Claire cruelly added her face lit up in a sadistic grin.
“No Don’t!” Matilda screamed as the girl returned to their former pace, Claire occasionally exploring her trapped upper body through the fluffy boiler suit….
“Oh that is naughty” You can’t scream like that!” Lauren teased…
“If she does it again she will be punished!” Claire added focusing on Matilda’s helpless underarms and enjoying her frantic struggled, occasionally a Velcro pad needed to be pushed back against the wall to ensure that their victim did not escape.
However eventually Matilda was secure enough for Claire to return to her worst spot, her feet. The girls took one foot each and drove Matilda insane, she was trying desperately not to scream dreading further punishment but it was no use and she lost control completely. The second the dam broke the tickling slowed, Matilda panted catching her breath. Was it over? Would they stop now?
Her heart sank as she felt her thin socks being slowly tugged off, she tried to resist but to no avail and her soft pale feet were exposed. Matilda wiggled her toes in the cool air of the back room dreading further torture. She did not have long to anticipate further punishment as her friend’s hungrily returned to her feet with relish. Lauren used her horrible sharp nails to trace devilish patterns over Matilda’s left foot whilst Claire used her short nails and fingertip to produce a variable unpredictable torture. Matilda went insane and begged incoherently for mercy struggling to escape. Eventually her tormentors became concerned by the volume of her shouts, they were certain they would be undisturbed but as an extra precaution Lauren balled up Matilda’s socks and slipped them into her screaming mouth. The look on Matilda’s face was priceless, and Claire relished it as she applied the duct tape across her mouth trapping the socks inside.
Matilda’s muffled pleas were soon replaced by muffled screams as her ‘friend’s returned to her soles. The girls briefly experimented with feather which although effective, especially between Matilda’s toes did not deliver the unbearable torture possible from fingertips and nails. The two friend’s giggled as their bossy friend struggled and wriggled desperately hoping for an end to the unbearable torture on the soles of her feet. Matilda lost track of time and began to approach delirium, the effects of being hung upside down for so long being enhanced by the tickling. Eventually Lauren spotted that her head was as red as a tomato. She glanced at her friend…
“It is time!” she sadly stated, having discussed this aspect of their evil plan…
Claire just tilted her head and frowned scribbled her red nails over Matilda’s soft arches…
“We have to let her down we don’t have to stop tickling her!” Lauren conceded.
Claire’s face broke into an evil grin. The two girls undid Matilda’s straps and threw her down onto the bouncy mat before diving down to pin her down. The wrestled the struggling brunette into position before trapping her completely. Claire straddled Matilda’s waist and pinned both arms above her head whilst Lauren used her long legs to trap Matilda’s ankles glad she had managed to get this position. The torture resumed, Claire using one hand to hold both wrists and the other to tickle Matilda’s underarms. Lauren continued a vicious all out fingernail assault on Matilda’s feet. After some considerable time Matilda could stand no more and passed out…
“Well that was fun! So what do you want to do now?” Lauren asked checking Matilda’s pulse….
“Aren’t your parents away for the weekend?” Claire replied
“Yeah and my brother is off at Uni so…..”
The two girls grinned, Claire came up with the idea of wrapping Matilda in one of the spare mats which was just the right length to leave her feet and head exposed for torture. With a few blankets as camouflage the unconscious Matilda was carried to Lauren’s car and safely secured across the back seat. Matilda awoke several hours later from the worst nightmare she had ever had, she was trapped in a spider’s web but instead of eating her the spider had tickled her. She struggled to move but found she couldn’t; neither could she see and as she shouted she tasted her sock-gag her heart sank. She recalled the evening’s ticklish torture and began to struggle desperately. She couldn’t even move her toes, it felt like string was holding them back. Her struggles only alerted her captors to the fact that their prey was awake.
The torture resumed and Matilda screamed into her sock-gag, throughout that evening her soles would be spared no torture. Electric toothbrushes with old heads were used to explore her toes, a variety of brushes and feather used on her trapped feet, at one point her former friends even covered her soles in something and encouraged Lauren’s cats to lick them clean. After the torment of the cat’s rough tongue her soles were scrubbed with hot soapy water and dried with a hairdryer making them pink and super sensitive. Lauren gave Claire a look as she revealed the depths of her tickle knowledge and thought back to all the tickle fights the pair had had. Eventually they decided Matilda needed some sleep and unrolled her from the mat, loosely tying her to the sofa as she giggled from the ghost sensations of the tickle hell she had endured Claire took the spare room and wished Lauren goodnight.
She wasn’t sure if Matilda would ever forgive them but they would be off to different universities soon and Claire knew she would make lots of new friends, Lauren too would have no trouble her long legs and natural beauty ensuring she had no end of attention. On the sofa Matilda slipped back into her spider dream and struggled against the loose bonds the girls had tied her up with as a precaution, last thing they needed was a vengeful Matilda tickling them…
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