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"The Tennessee Tickler" (M/f Sexual/ Non Con/ Feet)

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The Tennessee Tickler

I love to hitchhike. I've seen a lot of the US this way. From the wild streets of New York, to the majestic mountains of Idaho. And it's been quite a thrilling adventure! But it's times like now I will never forget. And makes me wish I had never put my thumb out to begin with. In fact... my hitchhiking days may be over completely. I'm here all alone right now. Held against my will. And am being forced to write down everything that’s happened to me so far, at my captor's demand.

It's December 10th now. Five days ago I was dropped off in Tennessee. Straight into a heavy blizzard. It was so bad I could barely see the road ahead of me. The white snow had a bluish hue. I found myself soon walking down a forest road. Lost for hours and hours. I should never have veered off the highway, in this kind of weather. But, I always had a love for exploring. And I thought I would find a place to be indoors by now.

I was becoming as frozen as a popsicle. Thankfully I had on my pink snow boots and matching pink snow jacket, scarf, ear muffs, and mittens to protect me. I thought to myself that hopefully someone would see the bright colors on me, and save me from the icy grasp of the Tennessee hills. Up and down I traveled for miles it seems. I couldn't find any homes or any people to help me. That is until I saw... HIM.

He was dressed all in black. Like death creeping and coming towards me in the snow. I could barely see him at first. Until he grew closer. And when I saw him I immediately felt fear instead of relief. A chill far worse than the wind could produce. I wanted to turn around and run away. But, the blizzard was too intense for me to go it alone any longer.

I waved, and ran towards him with the little strength I had left. When I reached him he at first didn't say a word. I could barely see his face as he had a black scarf wrapped around his face. His eyes were red because of the whipping wind. And his dark, large brimmed hat pulled low. I cried out "Help me PLEASE Sir!!"

I waited for a response but he just looked at me up and down for a full minute. I thought death itself would take me first, it took him so long for him to speak to me. Those eyes trailed over my body. I was grateful to be covered fully. But I noticed he kept looking down at the ground. At least I thought it was the ground. I realized he was looking at my boots. I found that so strange. "They ARE really cute though," I thought to myself.

He took down his scarf. It was only then that he spoke. "Are you lost, darlin'?"

"YES!! Sir, help me!! I don't know where I'm going. I'm SO COLD!!"

He grinned at me in such a way that the first chill I had when I saw him, was outdone by the one I had then. "Well, my place is just over that hill. Come with me, and you can get warmed up by my fire."

I had lucked out. When I heard the words "warm" and "fire" I just wanted to wrap my arms around him. But... that grin he had... it stayed with me. It unnerved me. I decided I had no choice, and followed him as he led the way. It took us about 45 minutes to reach his place. I think. Time was lost to me.

It was a log cabin. It looked dingy from the outside. Black and rotting. And yet almost beautiful in its rustic manner. The wild part of me was up for an adventure! Even if I had to sleep with him for a night, out of this cold weather, I was willing. It would be worth it. I was hungry, tired, and cold.

He opened the door for me. As I walked inside I can't say I was too surprised. It was sparsely furnished. Just as cold. And looked as if no one had lived there for years. I saw spider webs on the ceiling. No TV. Only a transistor radio, dishes, a dinner table, and a couple of dirty couches. Dust laid all around in sheathes. I couldn't see the bedroom or bathroom from where I stood. Nor did I really want to. I wanted to leave as soon as I could. But my eyes trailed to the fireplace. It wasn't lit yet. But I knew it would be soon. I tried to relax. It wasn't easy.

I felt him walk around me. A shiver crawled up my spine. He kept on his snow clothes and went over to the fireplace. Immediately he set to the task of lighting it for us. I looked around unsure as to what to do. I decided to take off my jacket and hang it on the old coat rack. I stood there in silence as I watched him tangle with the fireplace to get it lit.

"Have a seat, darlin'. Make yourself at home."

His voice was friendly enough, though I still felt uneasy. I sat down, completely exhausted onto the dirty couch. It oddly felt so comfortable. I could have fallen asleep right then and there.

Just as the fire came to life, so did he. He took off his clothes then. He wore dark jeans and a red sweater that was coming apart at the seams. He walked past me slowly... eyeing me. He didn't take off his boots. They left trails of wet snow wherever he went. I could see his face for the first time. He had a short brown beard. Obviously he cared enough about his appearance to keep it short. And a mustache. But his eyebrows and eyes were so dark... menacing even. He grinned at me again. That grin. Whatever plans he had I would play to. I didn't want to get hurt.

He then walked over to what looked like a party tray. Silver glasses and alcohol. Probably the most expensive things he owned. With his back turned to me, I heard him pouring something into glasses. He then turned back to me, handing me a glass. I was hesitant to take it at first. "Drink this. It'll warm you right up."

I took the glass from him. Grateful for anything that could relieve the cold. I drank it hungrily, nearly finishing the drink. I coughed like crazy then. It was an alcohol I couldn't place. "What is this?" I asked as politely as I could. I finished it before he could answer. It tasted funny. But it warmed me up immediately. Like a baby and a warm bottle.

"Made it myself. Good stuff."

I smiled at him and reached out for more. He took the glass from me and poured me another. This time I sipped on it. He went back and sat across from me on the opposite couch. That grin again...

It wasn't long before I felt dizzy. I began to feel sleepy. I put down my drink onto the floor, and laid down on the couch. I heard him say before I went under... "Sweet dreams, tootsie..." It made me giggle as I fell asleep. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

I don't know how long it was before I woke up. But when I did... I couldn't move. As soon as my eyes could focus I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was tied to a chair! My arms strapped down. One of my legs was stretched out on a black, dusty stool. Tied down by the knee and ankle. The other was tied to the chair underneath me. Even my wrists and elbows were tied to the arms. I was still here in the living room. With the fireplace re-lit with more wood. My boots had been taken off. My feet were bare. I heard his voice from behind me.

"Wakey, wakey, darlin'."

My head was still jumbled. Where was I? How did I get here? I tried to move my legs but both were set in place by the restraints. I started to scream. "Now, now. Pipe down little lady. No one can hear you, anyhow. No one else lives out here, not for 50 miles."

"Please don't hurt me!" I'll do anything you want... just don't hurt me!" Tears began to roll down my face.

"Oh, I'd never hurt a pretty little thing like you. I just want to have a little fun with you."

I steadied myself to be raped. But this was quite an odd position to be raped in. "What do you want from me??"

"I just want to see you smile."

My mind jangled and jingled like bells from the alcohol. I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. I was so scared I tried really hard to understand what he meant. He wants to see me smile? I can do that! I think...?? He walked out in front of me and sat down before my foot stretched out before him. I smiled as brightly as I could. Teeth flashing.

"What a pretty smile..." He pulled a white feather out from underneath his red sweater. "Tell me girlie.... Are ya ticklish?"

That word he said... ticklish... am I ticklish? Ticklish?? What did that mean... ticklish... wait wait... I think it means... oh my god.. not... ticklish? Not... oh my god... oh fuck. I tried to yank my foot back but it was firmly held in place. Now I was REALLY scared.

"Sir... I know you've probably been out here a long time but I'm NOT ticklish... That’s funny. Ha ha ha. You're being silly. Let's have another drink! Come on... untie me. I laughed as loudly and as sweetly as I could.

"Soo... You're tellin' me a pretty little thing like you ain't ticklish. Not even on these pretty feet?"

"What are you talking about Sir?! Ha ha ... you're so silly...what a funny man you are. I'm NOT ticklish. Come on now... please untie me."

I smiled again as brightly as I could muster. I shook my head no quickly. But he then began to wave the feather from side to side like a metronome. And that grin reappeared.

THIS is what he had in mind?? I thought back to my college days. Where my then boyfriend loved to get his hands on my feet to tickle. It always ended with me crying. I was THAT ticklish. But he never tried to tickle me with a feather. Maybe I could withstand it. Maybe I wouldn't be TOO ticklish. And hopefully this crazy guy will get bored and let me go. But go where? Back into the blizzard? Oh my god. I was trapped no matter what with this insane lunatic. "The Tennessee Tickler" flashed through my mind. I could just see it on the news now. This is unreal.

“Ok... ok... I'm a LITTLE ticklish! But I don't like to be tickled. Please don't do this. Look I'll sleep with you. Whatever you want. Just untie me and we'll have some fun, OK?

"Oh, we'll have us some fun alright, girlie.... I'm gonna have some fun right now with your pretty FOOT..."

I sucked in my breath as I watched him lower the feather to my heel. I tried once more to escape. But I was held down very tight and completely immobile. My heart was beating a mile a minute. He slithered the feather up my sole like a snake. I laughed before I could try and stop myself. It rang in my ears, the laugh was so loud.

"Oh please...HAHAHAHAAAA NOHOHO MOOOOORE!!" He twirled the feather in his hand for a moment with a huge smile. And re-lowered it back to my heel. This time he made a straight line up my foot... up the arch... and all the way to the very tip top of my 3rd toe. This was absolute torture and no way could I take anymore of this. I was in shock at how ticklish I was to his feather.

Once again he re-lowered it to my heel and slithered it back up. This time ending over my big toe. He wiggled it over the top of my toe for what seemed like an eternity. My pronounced laughter rang out throughout the cabin, echoing.

“AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! FUAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!! AAAAEEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!”

My foot was in shock. It was taut... I was barely able to wiggle my toes. But they did slightly. Quivering really.

"OH OH PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!! HAHAHAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I screamed! “I'M HAHAHAHAH TOO TICKLIIIISH AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I screamed again.

He smiled at me again and said "My, my... You're a ticklish one, ain't ya?"

"YESSSS!!" I screamed out. Let me go let me go let me go PLEASE!!!!"

"Now, why in the world would I let you go? With such a pretty... bare... ticklish foot..."

"Because... BECAUSE..." I watched as he lowered the feather again once more to my heel. I was about to beg but he cut me off when he began the tickling again. "AAAAAHEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAAAAA!!!" He began to speak again, but I could barely hear him over my laughter. But what I heard struck pure fear into my heart.

"Oh, yeah... Tickle, tickle little darlin'... Your feet are so damn ticklish... I think I've caught a keeper."

My body froze up. But completely melted again from the foot tickling. My foot felt so alone and helpless. I didn't have too much time to think about what he said. I began again into a fit of laughter. That feather was going to drive me into madness. From then on, every time I tried to say something, the feather stopped me, forcing me to laugh hysterically. At this point I could no longer hear the wind outside. Just my screams and laughter. Every once in a while the Tickler would laugh with me. At me? Probably at me. I had no idea. It was all becoming a blur. A blur that would soon turn black. I must have passed out. The next thing I knew I was being woken up with smelling salts. He was close to my face, standing over me smiling.

"No nappin', sugar foot. I can't make ya scream if you're passed out. Ready for some more ticklin'?"

"No... oh no... PLEASE!! NO MORE. NOT THAT!!! Anything but that!! I BEG OF YOU!!!"

The Tickler just grinned again. Without a word he went back to his couch, across from my bare foot. He picked up his feather and began tickling at it, over and over again. I hollered when he started. Immediately the laughter consumed me. Mind, body, and soul. My toes were wiggling madly this time. He seemed to love the focal points of my arch and toes. He tickled each toe independently. Then would wiggle the tip of the feather across the arch. THAT was the worst. It seemed to be the most ticklish spot on me. The more the tickling went on... the more he kept tickling that area.

"Oh nooohohohoAAAAAahahahaAAAAA!! NOT THERE!!! PLEAHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THERE!!! I CAHAHAHAHAANT TAAAHAHAHAA IHIHIHIT!!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA NAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!”

"Ohhh yeah! Right... Here! Right in your sexy arch... Gitchie gitchie goooo!"

Oh god!! What he said just amplified my ticklishness to 11. I wanted to pass out again desperately. And thankfully I did soon enough. But the process started all over again. The smelling salts. And back to tickling my foot with that damn feather. “HEEEEELP HAHAHAHAAAA HEEELP MEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!” I knew no one was coming in my heart. But I was working on pure instincts at this point.

"Scream all you want, sweetie pie. Ain't nobody but you and me up here, for miles and miles. In a snowstorm." He laughed so cruelly then.

I finally accepted my fate. He was right. I would never escape here, if he didn't want me to.

The tickling went on and on. He just wouldn't stop. The only time he did was to get something to eat. He offered some to me but I wouldn't take it. So what did he do? He feathered my foot again until I agreed. He didn't allow me to use my hands. He just hand fed me a turkey sandwich. He watched me intently the entire time. I tried to avoid his eyes. But I couldn't help but look back into them from time to time. Trying to plead with them to let me go. But he never wavered or took pity on me. Afterwards he resumed tickling my foot. And again I passed out. When he awoke me for the final time, he sat back down one last time with the feather in hand.

"Now... I'm gonna show you the true meanin' of bare foot ticklin'."

His words made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He lowered the feather again and began to tickle the heel.. all the way back to my arch and toes. Then back down to my instep. I laughed as hysterically as I had ever been tonight. My ticklishness just would not end. And the shadows of the fire danced across his face. I looked straight at him. He wasn't smiling anymore.

As I continued to laugh, I watched as his other hand began to massage his groin. He began to moan and "Mmmmmm..." before me. It was then he unzipped his fly and took himself out. He began to stroke it as he continued to tickle my foot. This was surreal. He was turned on by this? It didn't even occur to me.

His breathing became heavier and heavier. He watched me, and the feathering. Back and forth. He was so hard. His motions grew more intense by the second. And the feather quickened against my bare sole. Tears began to form and roll down my face. But I wasn't really crying. I was just laughing that hard. Or maybe I WAS crying? The tickling was so intense I couldn't tell the difference. In vain I whispered "help me", one final time out of desperation. Not to unseen strangers. To him. And he smiled broadly before turning back to the foot feathering. And his stroking. He looked so evil by the fire to me. To use me in this way. He was obviously a very sick man.

Tears streaked my face as I howled and laughed beside myself. I never thought I could be this ticklish!! I think I was more ticklish to the feather than my ex's hands. This was the worst night of my life. And my head began to sway back and forth, ready to pass out again. But the feathering slowed down a little as his orgasm reached the surface. He knelt down in front of my bare foot and came all over it. I was shocked. And beyond disgusted.

He took a towel and threw it over my foot. He let it just hang there as he sat back down. I could feel the hot stream of cum running down my sole. I winced. I looked back up at him. Angry. But I realized the anger was showing in my face. I dropped the look as fast as I could. I couldn't upset him. I didn't know what to expect from him then. But I did know tonight was probably going to be the first of a lot of long nights to come. He lit a cigarette then. And as he puffed on it he sighed. He was content. Happy.

I had mixed emotions. I was glad he was happy. It's better than mad. But... I became afraid again. What did he want? After a few more puffs, he spoke to me. "Well... That was amazin', sugar toes. Best cum I've had in a long time. You have the prettiest foot I've ever seen. And the most ticklish foot, too."

"I'm glad I made you so happy..." I said quietly. I had to force a smile onto my face. "Can I go now?"

He smiled evilly at me. "You got somewhere to be, darlin'? Nothin' out there but snow and freezin' wind."

"I wasn't going to leave tonight. In the morning maybe? I smiled at him. "Maybe you could help me find my way back to the highway? Please?"

"You don't like my hospitality? I was hopin' you might stay a while..."

"No NO!! I DO!! I'm so grateful to you. This has been great but... but... my boyfriend is expecting me. Um... so is my family! I'm... I'm headed home for the holidays! Ya know. Can't disappoint them.”

He coughed and spat into a spit cup. "Wellll... I guess we'll just have to see what it looks like out there in the mornin'." He went to bed then... leaving me tied up with cum on my sole. I was furious. But at least he seemed amiable. He might let me go! After a while of watching the fire fade, I fell asleep in the chair.

When morning came I was groggy as hell. When my eyes focused I jumped a mile. There he was on the couch again, watching me. Smoking. "Morning..." I said weakly.

"Mornin', angel."

I was so busy watching him, I didn't realize until I tried to move, that he had taken my other foot and tied it beside my right one on the foot stool. I shut my eyes and tried to keep calm. "H- how are you?"

"Oh, mighty fine, little gal. Just watchin' those pretty lil' toes of yours wiggle while you sleep."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get help. And I couldn't leave without him or I would be lost. "Hehehe aww. Well... probably time to get on the road huh? I don't want to take up your whole day Mister. Or you can just point me in the right direction."

"Been thinkin' about that. I really like those ticklish feet you got. I think I'm gonna keep ya."

"Um... Sir.. I c-can't stay. I have family... and... a boyfriend. I really like you but... I have to go home. People will miss me... and try to find me. B- but you have been SO kind. This really was fun. And again I really like you. But... I have to go. I wish I could stay.. but it's just not possible. I- I hope you understand."

"I don't think you get it, girlie. You ain't goin' nowhere. And ain't no one gonna find you up here. No matter how much you scream. And trust me.. you'll scream... " He brandished his feather. My mouth dropped. My face I'm sure turned a million colors.

"You're being funny right?" I was so scared then. I did my best to hide it. "Ha ha ha... ha ha... please just untie me. I won't say anything to anyone. I enjoyed this. I really did! But it's time for me to go home."

"Darlin', you're already home."

The wind howled at the door... the door to my freedom. Only inches away. My heart sank. I always thought I was up for an adventure. But I never realized the adventure would be at my expense.

Part 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?319792-quot-The-Tennessee-Tickler-quot-Part-2-(M-f-Feet)
 
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I vote yes for part 2. There's a lot to cover (or uncover?) here.

I'm not even really a foot guy but that was a compelling read.
 
Joker Jack, Part 2 Between a Rock and Hard Place Diana King PI.
 
Ok for my own remembrances- one Gentleman told me he has cum 4 times to this story. Another man, 6.

WOW!!! Talk about an endorsement hahaha! :) Mmmm.... :eek:
 
I love the bit about using smellling salts to wake her back up immediately when she passes out.
 
That was yummy. Loved it! Nothing less than I would expect from Captured Doll!
 
Though a part of me does feel somewhat bad for our unfortunate heroine.
 
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Great story CapturedDoll! I would truly love to read a part 2, or as many parts as you want to write! I'd love to see the dynamic between the "Tennessee Tickler" and his beautiful, insanely ticklish captive play out fully. His desire to keep her for his own growing stronger. Her desire to find a way to escape just as strong, but weakening as the story goes along. Maybe he could move her to his 4-poster bed, tie her to it securely, and cut her clothes off with a knife. Then maybe we could find out just how ticklish she is all over. Over time, with repeated tickling and forced orgasms we could see that her desire to get away from this guy is slowly replaced by a desire to remain his captive, maybe even falling in love with him, and very much wanting to serve him in any way she can. So that, by the time the weather clears and becomes warmer out, in her heart and mind she is his, still afraid of his ticklish feathers and fingers, but in the end no longer looking to escape, but rather looking to remain as his tickle slave.

Forgive me CapturedDoll. This is your story, and I have no right to give you any suggestions. I know that if you choose to continue on with this story that you need to write it as you envision it going, not me. I couldn't help it though. I'm so taken by this story that I've already been taking it in the direction I'd like to see it go. But what matters is, if you choose to add more parts to your story, that it moves in the direction you want it to. Anyway, thank you very much for this great story. I'll be reading it over and over, and I look forward to any additions you make to it.

So much of your story makes me horny. I love how you build tension, and put me in the mind of this woman. She is desperate for help to get out of the terrible weather she's facing, yet so uneasy about the person who shows up. I love how mysterious the Tickler is, how there seems to be more to him than meets the eye. I love how you put her in a situation where rescue is pretty much out of the question, and how she realizes it too late, even as she continues to hold on to the slim hope that somehow she'll be able to find a way to escape and be rescued. Of course I love the bondage, and how ticklish you made her. I agree with you that there shouldn't be a blindfold, or a gag. Every time I read this story I'm turned on by being able to "see" through her eyes the feather come closer to her bound foot, by being able to "hear" her laugh, scream, and try to talk the tickler out of torturing her. I tell you what CapturedDoll - with part 1, you and Mr. Feet have written the beginning of a story that I defy anyone to read, and not have at least 1 mind-blowing orgasm. I know for sure part 2 will be just as much of a turn on to read as part 1 has been. You have the obvious talent of bringing the reader into the story, like they're actually following along beside these two characters. When I read part 1, I can feel the cold, and snow hitting me, I can feel the warmth of the fire in the cabin, I can feel the range of emotions going through this woman, the fear, the helplessness she feels, the determination to overcome her fear and figure a way out of the mess she finds herself in. I can feel how cool and confident the Tickler is, but also the fear and excitement he feels about actually taking this woman to be his prisoner. I'm not just reading sentences, I'm transported into that cabin, I'm watching the awkward dance between captor and captive, and that takes real writing, and story telling talent. Thank you both for that.
 
CapturedDoll, thank you. This cliffhanger does it all. I don't even feel it needs a part 2. Just the picture of the victim screaming with no one to hear her, while her tormentor is having his way with her bare feet...

Again, CapturedDoll, thank you. One of the best stories I've ever read.
 
CapturedDoll, thank you. This cliffhanger does it all. I don't even feel it needs a part 2. Just the picture of the victim screaming with no one to hear her, while her tormentor is having his way with her bare feet...

Again, CapturedDoll, thank you. One of the best stories I've ever read.

Wow! Thank you so much!!!! :) That really makes my day.

I felt as you do that it didn't really need a part two. But... I became too curious to see what would happen to her, myself. hehe. :)
 
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