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The Captive Babysitter's Club
A short story from Invisible Ink
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Warning!! This story contains violence, heavy bondage, intense tickling torture, cruel experiments, sole sniffing, forced orgasms, water torture, and Darwind's hot sauce....
Please keep your hands and bare feet within the vehicle at all times, and enjoy the ride!
Jail bait- Chapter One
For the last two months, I’ve been locked behind bars like a Zoo animal.
The experience was been nothing short of hell on earth to say the least. The food is downright awful here, and makes me sick to my stomach after every spoonful is shoved down my throat. My fellow prisoners aren’t what you see in the movies. These fucking guys are brutal in every sense of the word. It’s like being behind bars with the most dangerous animals in the Zoo! I shouldn’t be here! I don’t hurt people like these savages do! I’m an overall nice guy that just happened to have some of the worst babysitters growing up as a child.
It’s not like I really hurt any of them that bad....
I’m getting ahead of myself here aren’t I. Let me start this off by saying that if you would have been me back when I was six years and had to deal with the constant tortures from this group of five friends, you might have done the same thing. I’m the type of guy that can’t possible forget about something. I can’t just let it go, or turn the other cheek. It’s not in my chemical make up to be this way. As a child, there was really nothing I could do to a woman ten years older then me. They’d use their age against me, turn my parents against me, and worst of all, they’d tickle me into tears just for the fuck of it!
I could tell you the details of what these sad excuses for babysitters put me through. The list of tragic and senseless events could fill a dozen pages easy. I’d rather tell you about how I got even with them, and why I’m writing this from a 4 by 4 cell under a snoring fatso who drools when he eats and farts when he sleeps. I’d rather cut right to the good part where I finally get my well deserved revenge. The week of days that would be anything but normal for these five grown women. It would be known as the week of revenge, and each day was dedicated to each babysitter. In other words, one solid week of the worst days of their lives. It started with Amanda….
Monday- Amanda Thompson-
She was the first of the group to actually babysit me as a child. When I first met her, I remember thinking she looked sort of funny. That was when I was six years old of course! When I saw the recent pictures of her that the P.I. had taken, there was nothing funny about her! She was now pushing forty at the tender age of thirty six, but looked like a twenty year old. She had a nice ass, long legs that she wasn’t afraid to show, short blonde hair (what a shame because she had nice long blonde hair twenty years ago )
Which wasn’t cut too short and a very pretty face. She was now married and had a child of her own, but I’m sure that child would never see the hideous side of her personally as I did. Her bouncy breasts still had tons of kick in them despite pregnancy. Needless to say, I thought about her much differently now in terms of looks. On the other hand, she was still in need of a very punishing lesson for all she had done to me.
Amanda was easy to capture because her husband was gone half the time. Not that it mattered anyway if he was there or not, but it just made things easier for us. I was twenty six and way ahead of my time, but I didn’t know a god damn thing about plotting a successful kidnapping. After plenty of trial and error situations, I did what every criminal did and hired the Wolves.
These guys had the art of kidnapping down to a science. In their fifteen years working the kidnapping scene, they had never even come close to being caught by the police or the Feds in any way! They were professional down to the last drop, and had amazing methods of clearing their tracks as if they never existed. It was a four man crew, but the members were unknown to anyone but themselves. Imagine being in business with a guy for fifteen years and not knowing a single thing about him at all. Of course, this didn’t come cheap and I had to use most of my college fund money to get it done. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to live my life each day knowing that these five women were living normal and happy lives after taking turns trying to destroy my childhood. I wasn’t the type to turn the other cheek remember?
On Sunday night, I remember being so nervous that I nearly had a heart attack. I started second guessing my actions and wondered if this was really worth the risk. What if I got caught somehow and spent the rest of my life in jail? What if the wolves just happened to fuck up this time and end up killing me to cover their tracks? What if she escaped?
Oh well, it was too late now.
I owned a big house with three other roommates just outside town along the creek side of the Town’s river. It was frozen solid this time of year, and there was snow everywhere you looked. This place was rather cold this time of year, but at the same time it was quiet and comfortable. Plus, it had a huge basement…
It was the week before Christmas and the two guys that paid the bills with me had headed home for the Holidays. I didn’t even have to ask them to leave, or come up with some crazy ass scheme in an effort to get the house to myself. I just worked out that way.
The other guys didn’t even have the slightest idea what I had stored in that basement of ours either. Shit, even if they looked right at my bondage sawhorse, they wouldn’t have a clue what the hell it was. The rack was hidden and desquised as a pool table project done horribly wrong, and the stocks were used as Halloween décor each year to keep the impression that it was merely for fun. If they only knew how deeply I was into the art of bondage. The more recognizable items like the handcuffs, solid silver hobble chains, ball gags, blindfolds, and riding crops were stuffed in a big black box and hidden in the corner of the basement. That stuff would have been hard to explain I imagine, but nowhere near as hard to explain as my enormous library of tickle torture porno videos.
I don’t know if it was exactly tied in to the fact that these babysitters would tickle me for their pleasure, but somewhere along the line, I picked up an enormous tickle torture fetish! I loved watching the bare soles of some helpless women being tickled against her will. I’d love watching her toes dance and curl while her feet flipped back and forth to try and avoid whatever was tickling them. I can’t explain how happy I was to see a woman’s face agonized while she laughs her head off. She starts pulling at the restraints and begging for mercy with all her might. She’s reacting like someone is killing her, but it would be nothing more then the simple effects of tickling the human body. It was probably my love for seeing a woman react involunatary to something. Like, when you watch a bondage video and the captive is forced to orgasm. She loves it, yet she looks like she’s in some sort of weird pain as she is forced into the act. It’s a strange realm somewhere between passion and torture.
Same can be said about the act of tickling. Normally, when someone is laughing and smiling, it means this is a happy time for them. The rules are totally scrambled when it comes to tickle torture. The tickling of her soft, wriggling skin is forcing her to smile and laugh her head off. She’s laughing on the outside, but is a prison within her own body. What could possibly be better then that? My favorite tickling areas were in fact the soles of the feet, but I explored every adorable inch of a woman’s body in an effort to find her weakest points. Amanda was about to spend a full twenty four hours with the boy she had tortured for months.
The basement had done through the necessary changes for me to consider it my dungeon. It was going to be a totally different experience for each babysitter though, and my work was cut out for me. I didn’t care about all the details as much as I cared about having them naked, bound, and at my very mercy for one full day. All I could do now was wait until the package was delivered by the Wolves. I glanced at my watch as I sat in my roommate’s leather chair. Shaking my head, I foolishly reminded myself that there wasn’t really a certain time when Amanda would arrive. She just would sometime tonight and that’s all I knew. Trying not to think about everything going on was pure torture for me, but I had channel surfed my way into some old Family Feud reruns. Good old Richard Dawson, the male whore. I smiled as my eyes started closing. I remember seeing Dawson kissing sixteen old ladies when I suddenly fell asleep in the comfortable chair.
-Monday morning, 1:08a.m. that is-
“mmmmmm…. Mmmmphhhhh..”
‘mmmpphh… mmmlp!! MMMllp!!”
“mmmMMMMPPHH!!!”
Suddenly, my eyes popped open as I came out of my dreams. Dazed and slightly confused, I sort of leaned up from the chair while seated and stretched my arms.
“Mmmmppphhhhh…”
My eye’s widened in total shock as I pulled my legs up into the seat closer to my chest. What the fuck was that!!? It was coming from the kitchen whatever it was. Then reality punched me in the face.
“Shit!!! I fucking slept in!!!!” I shouted to myself, jumping out of the chair. In my best tribute to Jerry Lewis, my frantic and spastic movements had lodged my leg in between the footrest and the chair forcing me to slam into the carpet face first. It would’ve looked pretty funny had I been watching it happen to someone else, but since it was me, I was far from laughing. My nose had taken the brunt of the impact, but the rest of me wasn’t necessarily feeling nice and rosy.
“mmmmmhhhpp…. Mmmpphh!!!!!”
I jumped up again off the floor and froze in my tracks. A little trail of blood was coming down my left nostril and my eyes were filled with safety tears from the fall, but all I could think about was the moaning coming from the kitchen. Edging my way slowly towards the kitchen, I quickly grabbed for anything I could use as a weapon. One of my Grandfather’s winning golf clubs! Perfect!
Golf club in hand, I bravely ventured into my own kitchen. On the floor of the otherwise totally normally kitchen was a huge duffel bag that seemed to be wriggling and wiggling like a human sized worm. I dropped the club on the floor, and my jaw followed. Amanda…
Poor Amanda had already been through a rough night thus far, but her journey was far from over.
“Mmmmmppphhh!!! Mmmhhppll!!”
Being caught slightly off guard sort of threw a monkey wrench into my whole scheme. I had something completely different in mind when this started. Instead, I overslept and was late for my own revenge fantasy! What a loser I am. I had to recover and get the show on the road. Besides, a little time in the duffel bag would do her some good I thought to myself as I ran towards my bedroom.
I burst the door open and pulled my shirt off. Quickly, I changed into my evil tickle torture outfit that consisted of a dark red hooded cloak and a black face mask. Plus, my hands would be covered in elbow length gloves that were solid black. On my bed, I had laid out five boxes with each of the women’s names written on little red labels. I took a deep breath as I slowly unclamped the lock of the Amanda box. Inside, there were all the typical items I’d need to subdue her along with certain items related to our very personal history we shared together. As for the tickling tools and special ointments I had prepared for her, they all waited patiently in the dungeon. I would only be a matter of time before her agonized fits of uncontroable laughter filled my ears.
Using one of those cheap voice changers, I quickly pulled myself into character and walked towards my very first babysitter. I couldn’t quite make out her body lines from looking at the bag’s outside, but I could sort of see where her had and feet were. She didn’t even know I was in the room yet. I smiled and watched her desperately wriggling from left to right and inhaling big puffs of air. I began unzipping the bag slowly…
“Mmmmmmpphhhhh…”
I saw her head perk up and the struggling and moaning increased. As the zipper made its way down the line, I was surprised by the lovely scent of fresh roses that now entered the room. As the zipper was undone, I felt her legs bucking and struggling wildly until excited left foot came bursting from the freshly opened bag. How charming, she was wearing black fishnet stockings…
Her foot looked so beautiful as it squirmed blindly on my kitchen floor. Her toes spread out away from each other within the tight black stocking net and she arched her foot upward. Was she trying to tempt me here? I glanced at her ankle and saw something shocking. What’s this? Little miss head of the class has a tattoo now? I knew she was a phony. I reached out slowly and slid my fingers around her lovely ankle until I had a sturdy grip of it.
“MmmmpphhH!!!! MmmmmMMMPPPHH!!!!!”
Her foot thrashed about and she tried pulling her leg back into the bag. That was my cue to get the rest of my first guest unwrapped. I reached for the zipper with my free hand and yanked it until the entire bag was open. Once that was accomplished, I released her ankle. Just as I thought, she retracted her entire foot back into the sack like a turtle pulls his head into his shell. Unfortunately for Amanda, this shell was easy to open.
I slowly yanked the left side of the bag away from the right to reveal her body. I have to admit when I saw the shape she was in, in terms of just how tied up she was, I was starting to feel a little rotten. Amanda was wrapped in those little black plastic ties at every joint. She was blindfolded despite being in a pitch black bag and had a huge white ball gag shoved under her brandy colored lips. As for her clothing, there was nothing to speak of but the thigh high fishnet stockings that I had seen wrapped around the sole of her foot. She was slightly shaven, and her body looked absolutely incredible. I was so turned on, I could hardly stand up. The ties had her elbows locked tightly together, her knees, and her wrists. That was only the half of it though. Her biceps had been snap tied together as well. Her ankles were the only ones free from each other. Her short blonde hair was damp and sticking to her forehead, but it looked professionally done! She was hot, there was not doubt about it, but she had done me wrong and had to pay the price.
“Sit up.” I said into the voice changer. It gave my voice some really weird and creepy sounding alien effects.
At first, she immediately turned her head in the directly of my voice and started kicking her free legs from the knees down at me.
“I’ll give you to the count of 4.” I explained, remembering that she used to give me to the count of three.
Startled, she rolled onto her left side a little more and completely defied me once again. I was hoping she’d go quietly, but I had plan b in the holster. Instead of the four count being shouted out loud, I simply brought my fingers to her trembling sides and began to ever so lightly tickle the little mounds of flesh on both sides of her hips. When my fingers made contact, she thrashed like a fish caught in the death net.
“mmmmmMMMPPO!! MMMMPPPWW!!!! WWOOHH!!!”
She seemed to get the point, and immedietaly complied without further adue. Her level of ticklishness must have been so high that the fear of being tickled quickly got her in line! This would only make for better reactions when I tickled her for hours and hours in the dungeon. I saw she was really trying hard to do what I had asked her to do, but this was no easy task. So, being the gentlemen I am, I decided to give her a helping hand.
Dragging her up on her knees was the easy part, but getting her over my shoulder was a ball breaker! She fought me tooth and nail as I carried her over my shoulder down the dimly lit staircase towards the basement. I was strong, but no Hulk Hogan and she was sort of heavy. In fact, I found out how truly heavy she was when she really started going fucking crazy with her struggling efforts. She somehow lifted her leg up and over my shoulder and with little effort did the same with the other! She had my face sqeeuzed between her thighs and was crushing my head like a melon. I tried to fight it off, but I eventually caved in and fell like a domino. She came for the ride as we both crashed into the stairs and rolled towards the floor.
!!WHAM!! Splintered pieces of wood off the stairs and dust clouds galore followed us as we violently tumbled down each and every step. Being tied up, she had it worst though. She couldn’t so much as block her face.
I would have been fine if I hadn’t hit that last step face first. That All American slam meant lights out for me as I lay face down in a little pond of blood. She rolled down the stairs on her back and ended up sliding right over my body as if to use me as a safety device!
Gagged with her elbows, wrists, and ankles tied, she wasn’t much better off then me. She was pretty much okay except for the shock to her nervous system and the bruises that would surface later. I, on the other foot was totally out of it. Her nylons had runs and tears going up and down both sides which sort of gave off this sexy gun toting heroine look to her. The soles of her feet were blackened by the few hops she had endured to reach the staircase, but still looked and probably smelled equally sexy.
Don’t even bother asking how what happened next happened. It couldn’t explain it, and I still can’t explain it. Someone, She actually got herself out of my impressive binds! She had wriggled her way out of the elbow bind and was able to handle the rest from there. In less then fifteen minutes, she was completely free. She could have run away and called the cops right there! She could have stolen everything I owned and left me for dead. She could have done anything to me at that moment.
-Hours later-
“Wake up sleepy head..”
I kept hearing this phrase in my head as I drifted in and out of a weird dream. It was the familiar voice of my mother I think. It sounded like her to me.
“Just a few more hours mom…” I mumbled to myself.
She smiled at my naked body as she slowly rocked back in forth in an old rocking chair I had stored in the basement for three seasons now. She was still naked, save for the tattered nylons covering her legs. One of her toes were actually poking through the tip of the nylon, and I must admit, it would have been a total turn on under normal conditions.
What didn’t turn me on was the fact that I was lying face down in a spread eagle position on one of the bondage modified beds I had stored down there. It was actually to be used on Wednesday with another one of my detrimental babysitters.For now, it was my turn. I woke up with a burst of unused energy for my body still felt as if I was falling down those stairs. My eyes widened as I lifted myself up only to be pulled violently back to the bed by the ropes tied around my ankles and wrists.
“Wait… what the fuck??” I shouted angrily as I pulled desperately at those unforgiving ropes.
“My words exactly..” She said from the shadows.
Oh fuck. She had me. She fucking had me! I threw myself down on the bed and didn’t utter a word. After the planning that went into tonight, there’s no way this was happening to me right now. I couldn’t believe it! But, it did and it was. I was now once again at the mercy of an unforgiving torturer. I had no idea what she planned to do so I just remained silent.
“Long time, no see.” I heard her say from somewhere else in the room.
I didn’t reply, but I listened closely to the sounds around me. She was moving around, and I didn’t know where she was.
“Before I turn your pathetic ass over to the police, I thought maybe we could catch up on old times.” A smile slithered across her face like a snake through the tall grass.
“I wonder if you’re still as ticklish as you used to be…”
Either Rod sterling was about to break in and to the intro to the Twilight Zone, or I was on acid. Ticklish!! What the fuck was going on here! What are the odds of this happening to me! Sometimes history has a funny way of repeating itself, doesn’t it?
She sauntered over to where my legs were spread and my bare feet were on display and softly took a seat between them with her back to me. I didn’t want to look, but the male impulses inside my head were going off like mad.
Look at her ass at least, get some pleasure out of this fucked up situation!!
I didn’t bother looking though. What pleasure could I possibly get from this situation anyway? Things slowly went from worse to downright insane as I felt her cup my left foot and lift it off the bed. She had one hand cupping my heel while her other fingers slowly bent back the big toe. I gulped, trying to hold back any signs of possible ticklishness but my body wouldn’t cooperate. She felt my toes involuntarily spasm with each touch from her soft finger tips. She still knew my secret…
“Remember this little piggy?” She asked me.
I didn’t reply, but I knew where this was going.
“No? You don’t remember when I sat on your leg and played with your toes for like an hour those nights? “
Just wait, you’ll get yours Bitch. I always have a back up plan.
She dropped my foot to the bed, and lifted her ass onto my ankle.
“ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh geeez!!! My ankle is twisted!! Aaaaaagghh…”
She turned around and glanced at me whimpering in agony, and smiled.
“So, you can talk!” She said, eagerly bouncing up and down on my hurt ankle.
‘Aaaaaahhh!!! Aaaaaaaahh!!”
I twisted my head and bit my lip as she bounced up and down on my ankle over and over.
“Do you remember our little foot games?” She asked.
“Ye. Yes.” I said as a beaten man.
“Ah ha! I knew it! Wanna play this little piggy?”
I shook my head no, but my answer wasn’t necessary. I glanced up at the back of her head and noticed she still had cobwebs and bits of wood in her tattered hair from the previous downfall.
“This little piggy looks tasty!”
She smiled eagerly at my wriggling foot as she clamped her mouth around my big toe.
I felt her teeth slowly running down the chubby toe until her lips and tongue sucked it into her warm mouth. I immediately clenched up and fought desperately not to give her the satisfaction of a single giggle from me. Not one word was coming out of my mouth no matter what happened.
“ mmmmmmmm… Yummy.” She said, lifting her head of my foot. My toe was now covered in her salvia and still trembling.
“I think I’ll suck the next two!” She said as she once again lowered her torturing mouth over my foot. To my dismay, all this strange behavior was actually turning me on. I felt myself getting more and more excited as I tried harder and harder not to. Unexpectedly, her other hand spider crawled it’s way up my other leg and began tickling the sides of my inner thighs. This was something I couldn’t fight, and the laughter stuffed begging ensued just like the old days.
‘OKAY!!aha ahahea eah YOU WIN!! Haehae aehaa ahehaea wait!! I’m so.. sorry!!!Vhehahehaehhea eaheha I’m sorry!!!!! Ahehae aeha oh god stop!!! STOOP!!!
Ahaheaheahea eahehaea no more!!! No more!!!”
She flipped over and knelt on the bed with a look of natural evil in her eyes. This wasn’t some little game anymore to her, she wanted blood. I could tell that the whole happy and nice dialoge from earilier was all some bullshit act. She hated me, and hated me for what I had tried to do to her. She knew that I was going to do something horrible to her down here and would have never had the chance to escape. Her body bounced off the bed, and she sat flat on my face as she scribbled up and down my ribcage at incredible speeds.
“aheha eahehae aeah wait!! Haheahe aehaa aehaea stop!! Mmmmhhh!! A ahwhaw awha ahwahwa stop!!! I CAN’T BREATH!!!!HAEA EAHEHAHhahehaehahea
I really wasn’t kidding. I could hardly breath as she tickled the shit out of me. She leaned in and began grabbing the soft areas above both my hips as I screamed and begged for mercy beneath her nylon covered crotch. As I desperately seeked oxygen, the fact that she was actually trying to tickle me to death hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt her fingernails clawing over my thighs and then dipping into my soft, vibrating stomach
Stomach. My heartbeat increased as the thoughts of actually dying from tickling were circuling around my paranoid head. Oh god, imagine my eulogy.
Cause of death, childish tickling games gone out of control.
Some legacy I was leaving behind huh? My face was turning beet red as the dizzy feelings increased and began harder and harder to ignore. She was tickling me with anger and I felt that through her fingertips. If I could only see the look on her face right now.
Her eyes were wide with excitement, and her veins her pumping with anger fueled aggression. She was going to tickle me to death no matter what it took.
“ahahehae aehaehaheahae (( coughing )) ahheae aehaha aehahea aaeeeee….. aaaaaaaeaeaea (( hissing ))
I tried to bite my way out of the situation, but my mouth was being forcefully smashed by her left ass cheek. I was powerless and was ready to give up. I had gone from red to blue now as the last of me was ready to say so long. That’s when it happened…
Suddenly, the tickling stopped and I heard her shouting. She lifted her ass off my face and I was suddenly gasping for air like I had been underwater. I was too busy recovering to see that her hands were in the air. I was too busy coming back to life to notice a clown masked man in the background with a gun in each hand.
“I’ll do anything you say, just please don’t shoot me okay?” She said trembling.
“Sit.” The clown said.
She immediately followed orders and sat with her hands on the top of her head a few paces from the bed.
“Face down.” The clown said.
Trembling, she followed orders and soon had her face pressed against the basement floor.
I looked up finally as I was coming back around again. I saw Merlin with his guns and smiled. He showed up just like he promised, only instead of helping me tickle her into madness, he saved my life. After a few words, he untied me and we both decided on what was to be done with my babysitter. He whispered something into my ear that brought that same evil grin across my face…
The basement floor was soaking wet as her head was dunked once again into the pail of ice water. I straddled her back and began to once again tickle her sides softly. Her body erupted with jitters as she fought desperately with the reinforced restraints around her elbows, wrists, and forearms that attached to a crotch rope feeding down through her butt, spreading the lips of her frustrated vagina and then up to her belly button. She was forced to kneel on the hard ground with her thighs, knees, and ankles tightly bound together. She was naked, except for those war torn nylons which were now ripping at the seams and soaking wet. As she screamed with laughter, I watched dozens of air bubbles break the surface of the water.
“Should I?” I asked my friend.
He nodded.
With that, I used her ponytail as a handle and hoisted her head out of the water.
“ ((gulpling )) haehae aehahae aohhhhh… (( spitting water )) haehae aeha … “
Her eyes were wide open and she was trembling with fear despite the freezing cold temperate of that evil water. Her nipples were hard as rocks, but not from sexual pleasure of any kind.
“Had enough yet?” I asked her as I pulled my vibrating back massager from underneath the bondage bed.
“I’m… so sorry for what I did. PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GO!!”
The clown shook his head in disbelief as this former killer actually had the nerve to ask for mercy. He shoved me aside a decided to do a little showing off, as usual...
" Hhaa ehaea eahhea eh wait!! !!SPLASH!! ::GurGling::
He climbed on top of her so his stomach was on her back and he was facing her beautiful feet. Winking once, he grabbed both of her heels and yanked her feet upward to face him.
"The best tickling tool on the body is what?" He asked me.
I wasn't really in the mood for a pop quiz, so I sort of smiled and nodded in hopes he'd just hurry up and finish making his point so I could get back to my own personal business.
"I'm waiting..."
I rolled my eyes at him. Looks like it wasn't going to be that easy after all. I dropped my fork and feather, and decided to play along. After all, the big bastard saved my ass once already.
"Gee, let me think. My fingers?" I answered with a question.
" Fuck no." He said, shaking his head. Then turning towards her, he lifted her face out of the chilly waters.
" The best tickling tool on the body is what??" He shouted at her.
" aaaahheaea.. ::coughing:: aaaaa HELP ME!!!!!!" !!SPLASH!!
" Actually, it's your teeth." He grinned, flashing his golden rocks at me only to sink them into the tender flesh along the sides of her wriggling feet.
"hhahae hHAHHAHEHAEHAHEAMMMMPPHH!!!! HAhHAHEHAE hahaahehaea"
Water was splashing all over the room as she trashed around like a fish. I loved watching her naked ass wiggle and sway back and forth as she tried to fight him off her. As I sat and daydreamed, my pal was nibbling up and down her soles like he was eating corn. It had such a HUGE impact on her feet! It looked like she was being shocked!!
Carefully, I undid the straps holding her firm thighs together and quickly grabbed for that vibrator. As she struggled to pull the rest of her legs from each other, I shoved the head of that devilish tool in between her legs, and quickly closed her thighs back together. Amanda's thighs were retied just as easily, only now they worked to hold the vibrator in place.
" Pull her up a minute." I asked as I went to plug the tool's cord into the wall.
!!SPLASH!!
" OH GOD, HELP ME!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!" She screamed with a wide eyed stare.
I went around her body, and knelt at her face. Amanda was soaking wet, and shivering with fear. I couldn't help to feel a little sorry for her, but then I started thinking back to when she sprinkled rat turds in my Coco Puffs... What a bitch...
" I'm going to be fair with you." I explained.
"Uh... ::coughing:: Please, I'll do anything.. just don't kill me okay.. please!"
" Want more tickling? Want more plunging into the waters?" I asked mockingly.
" No.. no more please.." She said with a few shakes in her soft voice.
I motioned for the clown to start the vibrator, but he was a little busy smoking his stupid weed.
"Hello? A little help?" I asked him, breaking out of character.
" Busy."
Angrily, I replaced the lid over the water bucket. It was designed to have someone lay their head and neck down as if it was about to be sliced off! Instead, I simply locked her neck into placed and crawled towards the control box of the vibrator.
"What are you doing now?? Huh? Answer me please!!" She shouted.
A few seconds later, a heavy buzzing sensation directly over her soft lips and clit answered all the questions she could have had. Her back immediately arched, and she tightened her buttcheeks together. As dismal of a situation this was, her body couldn't help but to react to this intruder. She tried turning her face to me, but I spared her the action and once again knelt before her.
" Pl... please don't..." She begged, as she started turning a shade of humilation Pink.
" You do NOT have permission to orgasm." I said sternly.
I saw a pout look on her face! She was already nearly there!
" I'm going to watch you from behind. " I said.
" I'm going to play with the speeds and the level of intensity from behind."
Amanda's teeth were grinding, and her nipples were inflating! Her soft sex was getting a little wet, and her anus was puckering ever so softly. She was already there, but had a long way to go.
" and YOU are going to sing the Happy Birthday song over and over again until I say stop."
She frowned, and closed her eyes tightly. This was cruel, and this was unfair. She knew that she had gone and done some fucked up things to this kid way back when, but was she really deserving of this? No time for thinking now, she had to start singing. As I dissappeared from view, she qued up and started the song. My clown friend was watching the madness from a corner of the room with one hand on his forehead, and a joint smashed between the fingers of the other.
" Happy Birthday t... to you..." She whined as I increased the speed and intensity all at once up another notch.
As our water soaked madness crept into the hours of an endless night, I couldn't help but thinking about the future. After all, Tommorrow was only a day away. She'd be the starette of her very first internet prono show! Plus, she'd be introduced to a very creative device labeled the Bucking Bronco. It's only purpose in life was to make quite sure the rider's rear end and private parts were displayed, displeased, and under attack.
I was getting a little tired, and considering what Amanda girl had gone through today, I decided to hang her up for the night.... by her ankles...
As she screamed from behind a full leather hood mask, I blew her a kiss and shut the solid door of the first of five little Babysitter cells closed. Each cell had been designed with that paticular babysitter in mind. For example, her cell was made to look like my parent's bedroom. I chose that setting because this is where she and her boyfriends would spent most their time while I sat in my room with the door locked. She'd notice that the Thomas Kinkade paintings that hung in my parent's room were now replaced with water color versions of some of my favorite scenes from all of my tickle torture vids...
The bed where she once made out with her slutty boyfriends was now an empty frame in which she hung upside down and directly above. I couldn't afford to put plumbing systems into each cell, so I laid out a little hay in the top right corner. I placed a can of FeBreze spray close by, so don't think I'm heartless or anything. As I prepared myself into my comfy bed, I opened the Amanda box once again. Inside I saw lipstick containers, a giant ball gag, two hand buzzers, and one of the biggest butt plugs I'd ever seen.
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Jail bait- Chapter One
For the last two months, I’ve been locked behind bars like a Zoo animal.
The experience was been nothing short of hell on earth to say the least. The food is downright awful here, and makes me sick to my stomach after every spoonful is shoved down my throat. My fellow prisoners aren’t what you see in the movies. These fucking guys are brutal in every sense of the word. It’s like being behind bars with the most dangerous animals in the Zoo! I shouldn’t be here! I don’t hurt people like these savages do! I’m an overall nice guy that just happened to have some of the worst babysitters growing up as a child.
It’s not like I really hurt any of them that bad....
I’m getting ahead of myself here aren’t I. Let me start this off by saying that if you would have been me back when I was six years and had to deal with the constant tortures from this group of five friends, you might have done the same thing. I’m the type of guy that can’t possible forget about something. I can’t just let it go, or turn the other cheek. It’s not in my chemical make up to be this way. As a child, there was really nothing I could do to a woman ten years older then me. They’d use their age against me, turn my parents against me, and worst of all, they’d tickle me into tears just for the fuck of it!
I could tell you the details of what these sad excuses for babysitters put me through. The list of tragic and senseless events could fill a dozen pages easy. I’d rather tell you about how I got even with them, and why I’m writing this from a 4 by 4 cell under a snoring fatso who drools when he eats and farts when he sleeps. I’d rather cut right to the good part where I finally get my well deserved revenge. The week of days that would be anything but normal for these five grown women. It would be known as the week of revenge, and each day was dedicated to each babysitter. In other words, one solid week of the worst days of their lives. It started with Amanda….
Monday- Amanda Thompson-
She was the first of the group to actually babysit me as a child. When I first met her, I remember thinking she looked sort of funny. That was when I was six years old of course! When I saw the recent pictures of her that the P.I. had taken, there was nothing funny about her! She was now pushing forty at the tender age of thirty six, but looked like a twenty year old. She had a nice ass, long legs that she wasn’t afraid to show, short blonde hair (what a shame because she had nice long blonde hair twenty years ago )
Which wasn’t cut too short and a very pretty face. She was now married and had a child of her own, but I’m sure that child would never see the hideous side of her personally as I did. Her bouncy breasts still had tons of kick in them despite pregnancy. Needless to say, I thought about her much differently now in terms of looks. On the other hand, she was still in need of a very punishing lesson for all she had done to me.
Amanda was easy to capture because her husband was gone half the time. Not that it mattered anyway if he was there or not, but it just made things easier for us. I was twenty six and way ahead of my time, but I didn’t know a god damn thing about plotting a successful kidnapping. After plenty of trial and error situations, I did what every criminal did and hired the Wolves.
These guys had the art of kidnapping down to a science. In their fifteen years working the kidnapping scene, they had never even come close to being caught by the police or the Feds in any way! They were professional down to the last drop, and had amazing methods of clearing their tracks as if they never existed. It was a four man crew, but the members were unknown to anyone but themselves. Imagine being in business with a guy for fifteen years and not knowing a single thing about him at all. Of course, this didn’t come cheap and I had to use most of my college fund money to get it done. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to live my life each day knowing that these five women were living normal and happy lives after taking turns trying to destroy my childhood. I wasn’t the type to turn the other cheek remember?
On Sunday night, I remember being so nervous that I nearly had a heart attack. I started second guessing my actions and wondered if this was really worth the risk. What if I got caught somehow and spent the rest of my life in jail? What if the wolves just happened to fuck up this time and end up killing me to cover their tracks? What if she escaped?
Oh well, it was too late now.
I owned a big house with three other roommates just outside town along the creek side of the Town’s river. It was frozen solid this time of year, and there was snow everywhere you looked. This place was rather cold this time of year, but at the same time it was quiet and comfortable. Plus, it had a huge basement…
It was the week before Christmas and the two guys that paid the bills with me had headed home for the Holidays. I didn’t even have to ask them to leave, or come up with some crazy ass scheme in an effort to get the house to myself. I just worked out that way.
The other guys didn’t even have the slightest idea what I had stored in that basement of ours either. Shit, even if they looked right at my bondage sawhorse, they wouldn’t have a clue what the hell it was. The rack was hidden and desquised as a pool table project done horribly wrong, and the stocks were used as Halloween décor each year to keep the impression that it was merely for fun. If they only knew how deeply I was into the art of bondage. The more recognizable items like the handcuffs, solid silver hobble chains, ball gags, blindfolds, and riding crops were stuffed in a big black box and hidden in the corner of the basement. That stuff would have been hard to explain I imagine, but nowhere near as hard to explain as my enormous library of tickle torture porno videos.
I don’t know if it was exactly tied in to the fact that these babysitters would tickle me for their pleasure, but somewhere along the line, I picked up an enormous tickle torture fetish! I loved watching the bare soles of some helpless women being tickled against her will. I’d love watching her toes dance and curl while her feet flipped back and forth to try and avoid whatever was tickling them. I can’t explain how happy I was to see a woman’s face agonized while she laughs her head off. She starts pulling at the restraints and begging for mercy with all her might. She’s reacting like someone is killing her, but it would be nothing more then the simple effects of tickling the human body. It was probably my love for seeing a woman react involunatary to something. Like, when you watch a bondage video and the captive is forced to orgasm. She loves it, yet she looks like she’s in some sort of weird pain as she is forced into the act. It’s a strange realm somewhere between passion and torture.
Same can be said about the act of tickling. Normally, when someone is laughing and smiling, it means this is a happy time for them. The rules are totally scrambled when it comes to tickle torture. The tickling of her soft, wriggling skin is forcing her to smile and laugh her head off. She’s laughing on the outside, but is a prison within her own body. What could possibly be better then that? My favorite tickling areas were in fact the soles of the feet, but I explored every adorable inch of a woman’s body in an effort to find her weakest points. Amanda was about to spend a full twenty four hours with the boy she had tortured for months.
The basement had done through the necessary changes for me to consider it my dungeon. It was going to be a totally different experience for each babysitter though, and my work was cut out for me. I didn’t care about all the details as much as I cared about having them naked, bound, and at my very mercy for one full day. All I could do now was wait until the package was delivered by the Wolves. I glanced at my watch as I sat in my roommate’s leather chair. Shaking my head, I foolishly reminded myself that there wasn’t really a certain time when Amanda would arrive. She just would sometime tonight and that’s all I knew. Trying not to think about everything going on was pure torture for me, but I had channel surfed my way into some old Family Feud reruns. Good old Richard Dawson, the male whore. I smiled as my eyes started closing. I remember seeing Dawson kissing sixteen old ladies when I suddenly fell asleep in the comfortable chair.
-Monday morning, 1:08a.m. that is-
“mmmmmm…. Mmmmphhhhh..”
‘mmmpphh… mmmlp!! MMMllp!!”
“mmmMMMMPPHH!!!”
Suddenly, my eyes popped open as I came out of my dreams. Dazed and slightly confused, I sort of leaned up from the chair while seated and stretched my arms.
“Mmmmppphhhhh…”
My eye’s widened in total shock as I pulled my legs up into the seat closer to my chest. What the fuck was that!!? It was coming from the kitchen whatever it was. Then reality punched me in the face.
“Shit!!! I fucking slept in!!!!” I shouted to myself, jumping out of the chair. In my best tribute to Jerry Lewis, my frantic and spastic movements had lodged my leg in between the footrest and the chair forcing me to slam into the carpet face first. It would’ve looked pretty funny had I been watching it happen to someone else, but since it was me, I was far from laughing. My nose had taken the brunt of the impact, but the rest of me wasn’t necessarily feeling nice and rosy.
“mmmmmhhhpp…. Mmmpphh!!!!!”
I jumped up again off the floor and froze in my tracks. A little trail of blood was coming down my left nostril and my eyes were filled with safety tears from the fall, but all I could think about was the moaning coming from the kitchen. Edging my way slowly towards the kitchen, I quickly grabbed for anything I could use as a weapon. One of my Grandfather’s winning golf clubs! Perfect!
Golf club in hand, I bravely ventured into my own kitchen. On the floor of the otherwise totally normally kitchen was a huge duffel bag that seemed to be wriggling and wiggling like a human sized worm. I dropped the club on the floor, and my jaw followed. Amanda…
Poor Amanda had already been through a rough night thus far, but her journey was far from over.
“Mmmmmppphhh!!! Mmmhhppll!!”
Being caught slightly off guard sort of threw a monkey wrench into my whole scheme. I had something completely different in mind when this started. Instead, I overslept and was late for my own revenge fantasy! What a loser I am. I had to recover and get the show on the road. Besides, a little time in the duffel bag would do her some good I thought to myself as I ran towards my bedroom.
I burst the door open and pulled my shirt off. Quickly, I changed into my evil tickle torture outfit that consisted of a dark red hooded cloak and a black face mask. Plus, my hands would be covered in elbow length gloves that were solid black. On my bed, I had laid out five boxes with each of the women’s names written on little red labels. I took a deep breath as I slowly unclamped the lock of the Amanda box. Inside, there were all the typical items I’d need to subdue her along with certain items related to our very personal history we shared together. As for the tickling tools and special ointments I had prepared for her, they all waited patiently in the dungeon. I would only be a matter of time before her agonized fits of uncontroable laughter filled my ears.
Using one of those cheap voice changers, I quickly pulled myself into character and walked towards my very first babysitter. I couldn’t quite make out her body lines from looking at the bag’s outside, but I could sort of see where her had and feet were. She didn’t even know I was in the room yet. I smiled and watched her desperately wriggling from left to right and inhaling big puffs of air. I began unzipping the bag slowly…
“Mmmmmmpphhhhh…”
I saw her head perk up and the struggling and moaning increased. As the zipper made its way down the line, I was surprised by the lovely scent of fresh roses that now entered the room. As the zipper was undone, I felt her legs bucking and struggling wildly until excited left foot came bursting from the freshly opened bag. How charming, she was wearing black fishnet stockings…
Her foot looked so beautiful as it squirmed blindly on my kitchen floor. Her toes spread out away from each other within the tight black stocking net and she arched her foot upward. Was she trying to tempt me here? I glanced at her ankle and saw something shocking. What’s this? Little miss head of the class has a tattoo now? I knew she was a phony. I reached out slowly and slid my fingers around her lovely ankle until I had a sturdy grip of it.
“MmmmpphhH!!!! MmmmmMMMPPPHH!!!!!”
Her foot thrashed about and she tried pulling her leg back into the bag. That was my cue to get the rest of my first guest unwrapped. I reached for the zipper with my free hand and yanked it until the entire bag was open. Once that was accomplished, I released her ankle. Just as I thought, she retracted her entire foot back into the sack like a turtle pulls his head into his shell. Unfortunately for Amanda, this shell was easy to open.
I slowly yanked the left side of the bag away from the right to reveal her body. I have to admit when I saw the shape she was in, in terms of just how tied up she was, I was starting to feel a little rotten. Amanda was wrapped in those little black plastic ties at every joint. She was blindfolded despite being in a pitch black bag and had a huge white ball gag shoved under her brandy colored lips. As for her clothing, there was nothing to speak of but the thigh high fishnet stockings that I had seen wrapped around the sole of her foot. She was slightly shaven, and her body looked absolutely incredible. I was so turned on, I could hardly stand up. The ties had her elbows locked tightly together, her knees, and her wrists. That was only the half of it though. Her biceps had been snap tied together as well. Her ankles were the only ones free from each other. Her short blonde hair was damp and sticking to her forehead, but it looked professionally done! She was hot, there was not doubt about it, but she had done me wrong and had to pay the price.
“Sit up.” I said into the voice changer. It gave my voice some really weird and creepy sounding alien effects.
At first, she immediately turned her head in the directly of my voice and started kicking her free legs from the knees down at me.
“I’ll give you to the count of 4.” I explained, remembering that she used to give me to the count of three.
Startled, she rolled onto her left side a little more and completely defied me once again. I was hoping she’d go quietly, but I had plan b in the holster. Instead of the four count being shouted out loud, I simply brought my fingers to her trembling sides and began to ever so lightly tickle the little mounds of flesh on both sides of her hips. When my fingers made contact, she thrashed like a fish caught in the death net.
“mmmmmMMMPPO!! MMMMPPPWW!!!! WWOOHH!!!”
She seemed to get the point, and immedietaly complied without further adue. Her level of ticklishness must have been so high that the fear of being tickled quickly got her in line! This would only make for better reactions when I tickled her for hours and hours in the dungeon. I saw she was really trying hard to do what I had asked her to do, but this was no easy task. So, being the gentlemen I am, I decided to give her a helping hand.
Dragging her up on her knees was the easy part, but getting her over my shoulder was a ball breaker! She fought me tooth and nail as I carried her over my shoulder down the dimly lit staircase towards the basement. I was strong, but no Hulk Hogan and she was sort of heavy. In fact, I found out how truly heavy she was when she really started going fucking crazy with her struggling efforts. She somehow lifted her leg up and over my shoulder and with little effort did the same with the other! She had my face sqeeuzed between her thighs and was crushing my head like a melon. I tried to fight it off, but I eventually caved in and fell like a domino. She came for the ride as we both crashed into the stairs and rolled towards the floor.
!!WHAM!! Splintered pieces of wood off the stairs and dust clouds galore followed us as we violently tumbled down each and every step. Being tied up, she had it worst though. She couldn’t so much as block her face.
I would have been fine if I hadn’t hit that last step face first. That All American slam meant lights out for me as I lay face down in a little pond of blood. She rolled down the stairs on her back and ended up sliding right over my body as if to use me as a safety device!
Gagged with her elbows, wrists, and ankles tied, she wasn’t much better off then me. She was pretty much okay except for the shock to her nervous system and the bruises that would surface later. I, on the other foot was totally out of it. Her nylons had runs and tears going up and down both sides which sort of gave off this sexy gun toting heroine look to her. The soles of her feet were blackened by the few hops she had endured to reach the staircase, but still looked and probably smelled equally sexy.
Don’t even bother asking how what happened next happened. It couldn’t explain it, and I still can’t explain it. Someone, She actually got herself out of my impressive binds! She had wriggled her way out of the elbow bind and was able to handle the rest from there. In less then fifteen minutes, she was completely free. She could have run away and called the cops right there! She could have stolen everything I owned and left me for dead. She could have done anything to me at that moment.
-Hours later-
“Wake up sleepy head..”
I kept hearing this phrase in my head as I drifted in and out of a weird dream. It was the familiar voice of my mother I think. It sounded like her to me.
“Just a few more hours mom…” I mumbled to myself.
She smiled at my naked body as she slowly rocked back in forth in an old rocking chair I had stored in the basement for three seasons now. She was still naked, save for the tattered nylons covering her legs. One of her toes were actually poking through the tip of the nylon, and I must admit, it would have been a total turn on under normal conditions.
What didn’t turn me on was the fact that I was lying face down in a spread eagle position on one of the bondage modified beds I had stored down there. It was actually to be used on Wednesday with another one of my detrimental babysitters.For now, it was my turn. I woke up with a burst of unused energy for my body still felt as if I was falling down those stairs. My eyes widened as I lifted myself up only to be pulled violently back to the bed by the ropes tied around my ankles and wrists.
“Wait… what the fuck??” I shouted angrily as I pulled desperately at those unforgiving ropes.
“My words exactly..” She said from the shadows.
Oh fuck. She had me. She fucking had me! I threw myself down on the bed and didn’t utter a word. After the planning that went into tonight, there’s no way this was happening to me right now. I couldn’t believe it! But, it did and it was. I was now once again at the mercy of an unforgiving torturer. I had no idea what she planned to do so I just remained silent.
“Long time, no see.” I heard her say from somewhere else in the room.
I didn’t reply, but I listened closely to the sounds around me. She was moving around, and I didn’t know where she was.
“Before I turn your pathetic ass over to the police, I thought maybe we could catch up on old times.” A smile slithered across her face like a snake through the tall grass.
“I wonder if you’re still as ticklish as you used to be…”
Either Rod sterling was about to break in and to the intro to the Twilight Zone, or I was on acid. Ticklish!! What the fuck was going on here! What are the odds of this happening to me! Sometimes history has a funny way of repeating itself, doesn’t it?
She sauntered over to where my legs were spread and my bare feet were on display and softly took a seat between them with her back to me. I didn’t want to look, but the male impulses inside my head were going off like mad.
Look at her ass at least, get some pleasure out of this fucked up situation!!
I didn’t bother looking though. What pleasure could I possibly get from this situation anyway? Things slowly went from worse to downright insane as I felt her cup my left foot and lift it off the bed. She had one hand cupping my heel while her other fingers slowly bent back the big toe. I gulped, trying to hold back any signs of possible ticklishness but my body wouldn’t cooperate. She felt my toes involuntarily spasm with each touch from her soft finger tips. She still knew my secret…
“Remember this little piggy?” She asked me.
I didn’t reply, but I knew where this was going.
“No? You don’t remember when I sat on your leg and played with your toes for like an hour those nights? “
Just wait, you’ll get yours Bitch. I always have a back up plan.
She dropped my foot to the bed, and lifted her ass onto my ankle.
“ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh geeez!!! My ankle is twisted!! Aaaaaagghh…”
She turned around and glanced at me whimpering in agony, and smiled.
“So, you can talk!” She said, eagerly bouncing up and down on my hurt ankle.
‘Aaaaaahhh!!! Aaaaaaaahh!!”
I twisted my head and bit my lip as she bounced up and down on my ankle over and over.
“Do you remember our little foot games?” She asked.
“Ye. Yes.” I said as a beaten man.
“Ah ha! I knew it! Wanna play this little piggy?”
I shook my head no, but my answer wasn’t necessary. I glanced up at the back of her head and noticed she still had cobwebs and bits of wood in her tattered hair from the previous downfall.
“This little piggy looks tasty!”
She smiled eagerly at my wriggling foot as she clamped her mouth around my big toe.
I felt her teeth slowly running down the chubby toe until her lips and tongue sucked it into her warm mouth. I immediately clenched up and fought desperately not to give her the satisfaction of a single giggle from me. Not one word was coming out of my mouth no matter what happened.
“ mmmmmmmm… Yummy.” She said, lifting her head of my foot. My toe was now covered in her salvia and still trembling.
“I think I’ll suck the next two!” She said as she once again lowered her torturing mouth over my foot. To my dismay, all this strange behavior was actually turning me on. I felt myself getting more and more excited as I tried harder and harder not to. Unexpectedly, her other hand spider crawled it’s way up my other leg and began tickling the sides of my inner thighs. This was something I couldn’t fight, and the laughter stuffed begging ensued just like the old days.
‘OKAY!!aha ahahea eah YOU WIN!! Haehae aehaa ahehaea wait!! I’m so.. sorry!!!Vhehahehaehhea eaheha I’m sorry!!!!! Ahehae aeha oh god stop!!! STOOP!!!
Ahaheaheahea eahehaea no more!!! No more!!!”
She flipped over and knelt on the bed with a look of natural evil in her eyes. This wasn’t some little game anymore to her, she wanted blood. I could tell that the whole happy and nice dialoge from earilier was all some bullshit act. She hated me, and hated me for what I had tried to do to her. She knew that I was going to do something horrible to her down here and would have never had the chance to escape. Her body bounced off the bed, and she sat flat on my face as she scribbled up and down my ribcage at incredible speeds.
“aheha eahehae aeah wait!! Haheahe aehaa aehaea stop!! Mmmmhhh!! A ahwhaw awha ahwahwa stop!!! I CAN’T BREATH!!!!HAEA EAHEHAHhahehaehahea
I really wasn’t kidding. I could hardly breath as she tickled the shit out of me. She leaned in and began grabbing the soft areas above both my hips as I screamed and begged for mercy beneath her nylon covered crotch. As I desperately seeked oxygen, the fact that she was actually trying to tickle me to death hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt her fingernails clawing over my thighs and then dipping into my soft, vibrating stomach
Stomach. My heartbeat increased as the thoughts of actually dying from tickling were circuling around my paranoid head. Oh god, imagine my eulogy.
Cause of death, childish tickling games gone out of control.
Some legacy I was leaving behind huh? My face was turning beet red as the dizzy feelings increased and began harder and harder to ignore. She was tickling me with anger and I felt that through her fingertips. If I could only see the look on her face right now.
Her eyes were wide with excitement, and her veins her pumping with anger fueled aggression. She was going to tickle me to death no matter what it took.
“ahahehae aehaehaheahae (( coughing )) ahheae aehaha aehahea aaeeeee….. aaaaaaaeaeaea (( hissing ))
I tried to bite my way out of the situation, but my mouth was being forcefully smashed by her left ass cheek. I was powerless and was ready to give up. I had gone from red to blue now as the last of me was ready to say so long. That’s when it happened…
Suddenly, the tickling stopped and I heard her shouting. She lifted her ass off my face and I was suddenly gasping for air like I had been underwater. I was too busy recovering to see that her hands were in the air. I was too busy coming back to life to notice a clown masked man in the background with a gun in each hand.
“I’ll do anything you say, just please don’t shoot me okay?” She said trembling.
“Sit.” The clown said.
She immediately followed orders and sat with her hands on the top of her head a few paces from the bed.
“Face down.” The clown said.
Trembling, she followed orders and soon had her face pressed against the basement floor.
I looked up finally as I was coming back around again. I saw Merlin with his guns and smiled. He showed up just like he promised, only instead of helping me tickle her into madness, he saved my life. After a few words, he untied me and we both decided on what was to be done with my babysitter. He whispered something into my ear that brought that same evil grin across my face…
The basement floor was soaking wet as her head was dunked once again into the pail of ice water. I straddled her back and began to once again tickle her sides softly. Her body erupted with jitters as she fought desperately with the reinforced restraints around her elbows, wrists, and forearms that attached to a crotch rope feeding down through her butt, spreading the lips of her frustrated vagina and then up to her belly button. She was forced to kneel on the hard ground with her thighs, knees, and ankles tightly bound together. She was naked, except for those war torn nylons which were now ripping at the seams and soaking wet. As she screamed with laughter, I watched dozens of air bubbles break the surface of the water.
“Should I?” I asked my friend.
He nodded.
With that, I used her ponytail as a handle and hoisted her head out of the water.
“ ((gulpling )) haehae aehahae aohhhhh… (( spitting water )) haehae aeha … “
Her eyes were wide open and she was trembling with fear despite the freezing cold temperate of that evil water. Her nipples were hard as rocks, but not from sexual pleasure of any kind.
“Had enough yet?” I asked her as I pulled my vibrating back massager from underneath the bondage bed.
“I’m… so sorry for what I did. PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GO!!”
The clown shook his head in disbelief as this former killer actually had the nerve to ask for mercy. He shoved me aside a decided to do a little showing off, as usual...
" Hhaa ehaea eahhea eh wait!! !!SPLASH!! ::GurGling::
He climbed on top of her so his stomach was on her back and he was facing her beautiful feet. Winking once, he grabbed both of her heels and yanked her feet upward to face him.
"The best tickling tool on the body is what?" He asked me.
I wasn't really in the mood for a pop quiz, so I sort of smiled and nodded in hopes he'd just hurry up and finish making his point so I could get back to my own personal business.
"I'm waiting..."
I rolled my eyes at him. Looks like it wasn't going to be that easy after all. I dropped my fork and feather, and decided to play along. After all, the big bastard saved my ass once already.
"Gee, let me think. My fingers?" I answered with a question.
" Fuck no." He said, shaking his head. Then turning towards her, he lifted her face out of the chilly waters.
" The best tickling tool on the body is what??" He shouted at her.
" aaaahheaea.. ::coughing:: aaaaa HELP ME!!!!!!" !!SPLASH!!
" Actually, it's your teeth." He grinned, flashing his golden rocks at me only to sink them into the tender flesh along the sides of her wriggling feet.
"hhahae hHAHHAHEHAEHAHEAMMMMPPHH!!!! HAhHAHEHAE hahaahehaea"
Water was splashing all over the room as she trashed around like a fish. I loved watching her naked ass wiggle and sway back and forth as she tried to fight him off her. As I sat and daydreamed, my pal was nibbling up and down her soles like he was eating corn. It had such a HUGE impact on her feet! It looked like she was being shocked!!
Carefully, I undid the straps holding her firm thighs together and quickly grabbed for that vibrator. As she struggled to pull the rest of her legs from each other, I shoved the head of that devilish tool in between her legs, and quickly closed her thighs back together. Amanda's thighs were retied just as easily, only now they worked to hold the vibrator in place.
" Pull her up a minute." I asked as I went to plug the tool's cord into the wall.
!!SPLASH!!
" OH GOD, HELP ME!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!" She screamed with a wide eyed stare.
I went around her body, and knelt at her face. Amanda was soaking wet, and shivering with fear. I couldn't help to feel a little sorry for her, but then I started thinking back to when she sprinkled rat turds in my Coco Puffs... What a bitch...
" I'm going to be fair with you." I explained.
"Uh... ::coughing:: Please, I'll do anything.. just don't kill me okay.. please!"
" Want more tickling? Want more plunging into the waters?" I asked mockingly.
" No.. no more please.." She said with a few shakes in her soft voice.
I motioned for the clown to start the vibrator, but he was a little busy smoking his stupid weed.
"Hello? A little help?" I asked him, breaking out of character.
" Busy."
Angrily, I replaced the lid over the water bucket. It was designed to have someone lay their head and neck down as if it was about to be sliced off! Instead, I simply locked her neck into placed and crawled towards the control box of the vibrator.
"What are you doing now?? Huh? Answer me please!!" She shouted.
A few seconds later, a heavy buzzing sensation directly over her soft lips and clit answered all the questions she could have had. Her back immediately arched, and she tightened her buttcheeks together. As dismal of a situation this was, her body couldn't help but to react to this intruder. She tried turning her face to me, but I spared her the action and once again knelt before her.
" Pl... please don't..." She begged, as she started turning a shade of humilation Pink.
" You do NOT have permission to orgasm." I said sternly.
I saw a pout look on her face! She was already nearly there!
" I'm going to watch you from behind. " I said.
" I'm going to play with the speeds and the level of intensity from behind."
Amanda's teeth were grinding, and her nipples were inflating! Her soft sex was getting a little wet, and her anus was puckering ever so softly. She was already there, but had a long way to go.
" and YOU are going to sing the Happy Birthday song over and over again until I say stop."
She frowned, and closed her eyes tightly. This was cruel, and this was unfair. She knew that she had gone and done some fucked up things to this kid way back when, but was she really deserving of this? No time for thinking now, she had to start singing. As I dissappeared from view, she qued up and started the song. My clown friend was watching the madness from a corner of the room with one hand on his forehead, and a joint smashed between the fingers of the other.
" Happy Birthday t... to you..." She whined as I increased the speed and intensity all at once up another notch.
As our water soaked madness crept into the hours of an endless night, I couldn't help but thinking about the future. After all, Tommorrow was only a day away. She'd be the starette of her very first internet prono show! Plus, she'd be introduced to a very creative device labeled the Bucking Bronco. It's only purpose in life was to make quite sure the rider's rear end and private parts were displayed, displeased, and under attack.
I was getting a little tired, and considering what Amanda girl had gone through today, I decided to hang her up for the night.... by her ankles...
As she screamed from behind a full leather hood mask, I blew her a kiss and shut the solid door of the first of five little Babysitter cells closed. Each cell had been designed with that paticular babysitter in mind. For example, her cell was made to look like my parent's bedroom. I chose that setting because this is where she and her boyfriends would spent most their time while I sat in my room with the door locked. She'd notice that the Thomas Kinkade paintings that hung in my parent's room were now replaced with water color versions of some of my favorite scenes from all of my tickle torture vids...
The bed where she once made out with her slutty boyfriends was now an empty frame in which she hung upside down and directly above. I couldn't afford to put plumbing systems into each cell, so I laid out a little hay in the top right corner. I placed a can of FeBreze spray close by, so don't think I'm heartless or anything. As I prepared myself into my comfy bed, I opened the Amanda box once again. Inside I saw lipstick containers, a giant ball gag, two hand buzzers, and one of the biggest butt plugs I'd ever seen.
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wow. excellent story. will there be continuations? 'cause you can't stop and leave us wondering about the other four former babysisters. ... well you can, but that would be just too cruel.
