Copied over for TTC~ Written by Xin
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Being a runner on a film was hard work, but Catherine had never had it so hard. She had been working for several days on a set for a new war film that was luckily being filmed near her home town, but she had always thought the title of “Runner” was not to be taken completely literally, that was until she met her leading lady, a certain Ms Knightley. Cath hadn’t been off her feet all day, running stupid requests and bringing wardrobe changes several times, new water because the Evian wasn’t good enough, new food because Keira wasn’t eating Carbs this week…She’d had it. She had to exact the perfect revenge, and she knew just how. As she thought about it, she knew it was Sadistic and slightly wrong, and also if anyone ever found out about it she could certainly be put in prison.
Ms Knightley was extremely ticklish. Her boyfriend, Rupert, which she always thought was a stupid name was always grabbing her and tickling her and it looked as if she couldn’t stand it very long. An idea had begun to form in Caths mind from that moment.
The day of the deed was planned carefully. She brought Keira a bottle of her fine water, from Fiji and pre poured it into a glass, in which 4 sleeping tablets were crushed. She accepted it without a word of thanks. Cath sniggered; all it did was spur her on.
“I think I’m going to put my head down for a few minutes, come back and wake me in 20 yeah.” Keira said practically pushing Cath out and onto the stairs, locking the door behind her. Cath didn’t mind, she wouldn’t be back in 20 minutes anyway…
It was the end of the day and everyone was packing their kits away and preparing to go home. Cath walked past the production tent slowly looking around for anyone who was there, only Greg the friendly camera man was left, packing away his gear and getting his bag together.
“What was her highness like today then, any better?” He shouted as Cath strolled past.
“Nah, but I get the feeling tomorrow will be a better day,” she laughed back, going into the tent to pick up her own back, which was looking slightly heavier today due to what it contained.
“Don’t be so sure!” Greg replied walking off the set, waving.
Cath smiled to herself as she looked around before grabbing her bag and waving at Greg. Before she could go back to her sleeping victim, she had to change her clothes. Since this was a World War II movie she had plenty to choose from. She chose a SS officer’s uniform to indulge her evil streak. She giggled as she pulled it on, tying her hair back into a tight pony tail before finally pulling the tight boots over her legs. Looking in the mirror she laughed out loud, she couldn’t believe it. As a finishing touch she pulled a mask over her eyes, she looked like some strange Nazi super hero…thing, ridiculous she thought, but it would do the trick.
It was dark now, as she slipped back to the trailer quietly. She opened the door, seeing Keira sprawled across the sofa made her laugh even more, she looked pretty gormless when she was sleeping. Cath closed the door behind her quietly before quickly opening her bag and puling out some taught electrical tape and walking over to Keira.
She tied her hands together first, tightly to the wooden board behind her, then pulling out the sofa into a bed and pulling Keira down and taping her feet up. She was completely helpless.
Catherine sat down on the bed next to her, and then gave her a firm shake so as to wake her gently. Keira’s eyes flicked open gently, before opening in alarm and panic.
“If you scream, I’m going to gag you” Said Catherine quietly in her ear.
Keira tried to sit forward violently but couldn’t move apart from the few centimetres her binds allowed.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked, a sense of panic in her voice.
Cath didn’t reply, she just walked back to the area where her bag was and grabbed a few things. Keira tried to look and find out what she was doing, but she couldn’t move her head far enough to see. Soon enough Cath was back standing at the end of the bed.
Keira was dressed particularly fashionably. She was wearing a long black tank top and an old pair of jeans, luckily she didn’t have any shoes on to complicate the process, just a pair of black and white stripy socks. Cath carefully peeled them off, revealing a pair of very pretty feet. They were average size, about the same as Caths, 6 or 7, she had a large arch and a very soft foot, and her toes were painted in a kind of shimmery green which looked gorgeous.
“You’re going to tickle me aren’t you!” Keira said, beginning to struggle away, her voice getting louder and louder.
“Yes,” said Cath, not really paying attention to Keira as she began to stroke her foot gently with a finger.
Keira wiggled and stifled a laugh.
“Does that tickle” said Cath playfully.
Keira didn’t reply she was staring intently at her own feet, as if willing them to be untied.
Cath tickled more. She let her slender fingers play all over her prisoner’s soles, lightly, then more firm pressing down on her arches and dragging her nails along. Keira was laughing loudly, but Cath didn’t care, the set had been closed and locked up hours ago, there would be no one around to hear the screams coming from within the trailer.
“NOOOOOOO HEHEHEHAHAHAAHAHAHEHEEH NO PLEASE PLEASE NOOOO HAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAH…” Keira screamed.
After a while she stopped, grinning. Keira was close to tears as she continued to struggle. Cath let Keira catch her breath, bending down to pull up a couple of feathers from the floor. Each one was long, firm and black, perfect for tickling.
Cath ran them between her toes slowly, speeding up till her laughter was uncontrollable and she was struggling for breath. Keira was sweating and hot, Cath doubted she’d ever seen her looking this scared, even in her movies. It was a definite triumph, but she wasn’t finished yet. She quickly pulled an electric tooth brush from the floor and turned it in. A terrific buzzing sound filled the room, and Keira began to cry in fear. Cath just giggled as she lowered it towards her feet slowly. As soon as it touched her skin Keira began to spasm and writhe at its touch screaming so loudly that Cath thought the windows would definitely break.
At the last minute, as Cath began to laugh with madness, Keira fainted into the bed. Cath smiled, she had done her job. Perhaps Ms Knightly wouldn’t bother her again, perhaps she would have learned her lesson, or maybe she would have to be punished once more…or even a few more times.
Cath grinned as she exited the caravan into the night. Perhaps all would be revealed tomorrow, or maybe nothing would be said about it, Keira always seemed to proud. Either way, she’d find out…
To be Continued~
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Being a runner on a film was hard work, but Catherine had never had it so hard. She had been working for several days on a set for a new war film that was luckily being filmed near her home town, but she had always thought the title of “Runner” was not to be taken completely literally, that was until she met her leading lady, a certain Ms Knightley. Cath hadn’t been off her feet all day, running stupid requests and bringing wardrobe changes several times, new water because the Evian wasn’t good enough, new food because Keira wasn’t eating Carbs this week…She’d had it. She had to exact the perfect revenge, and she knew just how. As she thought about it, she knew it was Sadistic and slightly wrong, and also if anyone ever found out about it she could certainly be put in prison.
Ms Knightley was extremely ticklish. Her boyfriend, Rupert, which she always thought was a stupid name was always grabbing her and tickling her and it looked as if she couldn’t stand it very long. An idea had begun to form in Caths mind from that moment.
The day of the deed was planned carefully. She brought Keira a bottle of her fine water, from Fiji and pre poured it into a glass, in which 4 sleeping tablets were crushed. She accepted it without a word of thanks. Cath sniggered; all it did was spur her on.
“I think I’m going to put my head down for a few minutes, come back and wake me in 20 yeah.” Keira said practically pushing Cath out and onto the stairs, locking the door behind her. Cath didn’t mind, she wouldn’t be back in 20 minutes anyway…
It was the end of the day and everyone was packing their kits away and preparing to go home. Cath walked past the production tent slowly looking around for anyone who was there, only Greg the friendly camera man was left, packing away his gear and getting his bag together.
“What was her highness like today then, any better?” He shouted as Cath strolled past.
“Nah, but I get the feeling tomorrow will be a better day,” she laughed back, going into the tent to pick up her own back, which was looking slightly heavier today due to what it contained.
“Don’t be so sure!” Greg replied walking off the set, waving.
Cath smiled to herself as she looked around before grabbing her bag and waving at Greg. Before she could go back to her sleeping victim, she had to change her clothes. Since this was a World War II movie she had plenty to choose from. She chose a SS officer’s uniform to indulge her evil streak. She giggled as she pulled it on, tying her hair back into a tight pony tail before finally pulling the tight boots over her legs. Looking in the mirror she laughed out loud, she couldn’t believe it. As a finishing touch she pulled a mask over her eyes, she looked like some strange Nazi super hero…thing, ridiculous she thought, but it would do the trick.
It was dark now, as she slipped back to the trailer quietly. She opened the door, seeing Keira sprawled across the sofa made her laugh even more, she looked pretty gormless when she was sleeping. Cath closed the door behind her quietly before quickly opening her bag and puling out some taught electrical tape and walking over to Keira.
She tied her hands together first, tightly to the wooden board behind her, then pulling out the sofa into a bed and pulling Keira down and taping her feet up. She was completely helpless.
Catherine sat down on the bed next to her, and then gave her a firm shake so as to wake her gently. Keira’s eyes flicked open gently, before opening in alarm and panic.
“If you scream, I’m going to gag you” Said Catherine quietly in her ear.
Keira tried to sit forward violently but couldn’t move apart from the few centimetres her binds allowed.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked, a sense of panic in her voice.
Cath didn’t reply, she just walked back to the area where her bag was and grabbed a few things. Keira tried to look and find out what she was doing, but she couldn’t move her head far enough to see. Soon enough Cath was back standing at the end of the bed.
Keira was dressed particularly fashionably. She was wearing a long black tank top and an old pair of jeans, luckily she didn’t have any shoes on to complicate the process, just a pair of black and white stripy socks. Cath carefully peeled them off, revealing a pair of very pretty feet. They were average size, about the same as Caths, 6 or 7, she had a large arch and a very soft foot, and her toes were painted in a kind of shimmery green which looked gorgeous.
“You’re going to tickle me aren’t you!” Keira said, beginning to struggle away, her voice getting louder and louder.
“Yes,” said Cath, not really paying attention to Keira as she began to stroke her foot gently with a finger.
Keira wiggled and stifled a laugh.
“Does that tickle” said Cath playfully.
Keira didn’t reply she was staring intently at her own feet, as if willing them to be untied.
Cath tickled more. She let her slender fingers play all over her prisoner’s soles, lightly, then more firm pressing down on her arches and dragging her nails along. Keira was laughing loudly, but Cath didn’t care, the set had been closed and locked up hours ago, there would be no one around to hear the screams coming from within the trailer.
“NOOOOOOO HEHEHEHAHAHAAHAHAHEHEEH NO PLEASE PLEASE NOOOO HAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAH…” Keira screamed.
After a while she stopped, grinning. Keira was close to tears as she continued to struggle. Cath let Keira catch her breath, bending down to pull up a couple of feathers from the floor. Each one was long, firm and black, perfect for tickling.
Cath ran them between her toes slowly, speeding up till her laughter was uncontrollable and she was struggling for breath. Keira was sweating and hot, Cath doubted she’d ever seen her looking this scared, even in her movies. It was a definite triumph, but she wasn’t finished yet. She quickly pulled an electric tooth brush from the floor and turned it in. A terrific buzzing sound filled the room, and Keira began to cry in fear. Cath just giggled as she lowered it towards her feet slowly. As soon as it touched her skin Keira began to spasm and writhe at its touch screaming so loudly that Cath thought the windows would definitely break.
At the last minute, as Cath began to laugh with madness, Keira fainted into the bed. Cath smiled, she had done her job. Perhaps Ms Knightly wouldn’t bother her again, perhaps she would have learned her lesson, or maybe she would have to be punished once more…or even a few more times.
Cath grinned as she exited the caravan into the night. Perhaps all would be revealed tomorrow, or maybe nothing would be said about it, Keira always seemed to proud. Either way, she’d find out…
To be Continued~
