Sockstickler
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Ok, now this story was written for someone here whom I'm quickly considering to be one of my best friends on or off the forums. Just a little something I wanted to try, and hopefully it came out alright. I hope you like it.
It seems like any normal day.
You woke up, went about your daily routine, and realized you needed some groceries. Checking your wallet, you decide you have enough money to spare. Walking by a mirror, you take a quick note of your appearance. You take in your long, dark brown hair, which bears a distinctive purple streak. You’re clad almost entirely in black, with a black t-shirt, arm warmers, bondage pants, and boots. You strike a quick pose, taking advantage of your curves. Many men, and quite a few women, have told you you’re beautiful, though you never want to listen for some reason. You decide to turn back to the door. You walk down to your driveway and climb into your new 2006 Lotus Elise. Looking around, you take a moment to inspect the craftsmanship that went into this, your dream car.
Finally, you reach down, slip your key into the ignition, twist it, and make your way down the driveway. Everything feels normal. Little do you know this day would change your life.
The drive to the grocery store is short, but uneventful. However, once you reach the parking lot, you find it is packed with other people. Obviously, getting a space near the front of the parking lot is impossible at this point. You drive around for what seems like forever before you finally discover an open space about halfway into the parking lot. Figuring it’s the best you’re going to find, you pull your car in, turn off the ignition, pull out your key, and make your way to the store.
Once you reach the store, you quickly locate the groceries you need: The milk, the butter, and some eggs. You make your way to the checkout line and pay the cashier, receive your receipt, and make your way out the door. As you step out into the parking lot, you see the cars pulling in and out of the parking lot as people go on their way. Making its way around the parking lot is a large black van. Nothing about it strikes you as especially unique, save for one small detail.
The van has no license plates.
You don’t know why, but something about this van gets your attention. You decide it would be best to get your groceries to your car and head out. You walk to the aisle where your car is located. As you do so, the van turns into the aisle and heads straight for you!
Closer and closer the van comes. Just when it seems like it’s about to hit you, it turns around and the door on the side opens. Four people, two men and two women jump out. You cannot make out any of their features, however. They are all clad in black from head to toe and wearing black masks that obscure their features.
You wonder what they want. They walk around you, taking positions on all sides of you, then pounce. Each of them grabs one of your limbs. You try to pull yourself free, but they are by far the stronger ones. They pull you into the van with them. You catch one of the men make a gesture to another man, also in black and masked, in the driver’s seat of the car. The side door slams shut, and the engine revs to life.
One of the women slips a cloth over your mouth. You detect the distinct scent of chloroform. As the fluid renders you unconscious, you wonder just what these strangers have in store for you.
***
You wake up later to… nothing.
You look around, but all you see is black. At first you’re afraid. You wonder if you’ve gone blind somehow, but then you realize that the reason you’re in total darkness is because you’re wearing a blindfold.
Where am I? Who are these people? You wonder to yourself.
You have no eyesight, because of the blindfold, but you are aware of your predicament. You try moving your legs, but you feel them being stopped by some sort of restraint. After some tugging and hearing a distinct thudding, you realize you’re locked in a set of wooden stocks. You try moving your arms, but you feel them tied behind you. You’re in what feels like a remarkably comfortable chair. You can lean forward and backwards, so it must be some sort of a recliner or something. There is a headrest supporting your head.
“Hello?” You call out. Your voice echoes through the room. You must be in a rather spacious room. Listening, you can hear the sound of water. A warehouse by the docks then.
Suddenly, you begin to hear footsteps. You’re not sure, but you think you hear five sets of footsteps coming toward you. You begin to feel somewhat apprehensive about being here. “Um…” You clear your throat. “Why did you grab me? What do you want with me?”
The only answer you receive is two sets of footprints walking toward the stocks. What are they going to do? I wish they’d just get on with it already. Something! Anything!
Suddenly, you feel a hand on your right boot. You feel a bit of pressure, then hear a distinct unbuckling sound. You hear two more.
“Hey, what are you doing with my boot?”
Again, there is no answer. Not that you really expected any. Instead, you feel your boot being unzipped. Finally, your boot is slid off, revealing a black and white striped stocking foot.
What do they want with my boot?
Then one of them runs a fingertip up your sole. A giggle escapes your lips as your foot twitches away. That’s when their true agenda hits you.
Oh no! They want to… tickle me!
The man softly glides his fingertips across your sole. Your giggles turn into full fledged laughter. You shake your head, and try to jerk your foot away, but the stocks hold it securely in place.
“Hahahahahahaha Please! Hahahahahahaha no more!”
You hear some more buckles unlocking, and another zipper unzipping, and before long, your other boot is slid off to join its companion. “No, not that!” Too late. Another one of them, a woman by the feel of the fingernails, glides her fingers across the soft, smooth surface of your stocking foot.
Combined with the other, you have two hands tickling your helpless feet. They start out methodically tickling various spots on your feet. Your laughter is continuous, but you jump and shake even more when they reach your heels. The two kidnappers pause there, tickling your helpless heels. All you can do is laugh. As long as you can remember, the heels have been one of three especially sensitive parts on your feet.
You’ve heard of people being able to become used to tickling. You wonder if you’ll be able to. Part of you wishes you would. However, part of you actually hopes you don’t. You find it hard to talk about, but ever since you were a child, you’d always loved being tickled. Admittedly, you never thought your ticklishness would be used against you like this.
“Hahahahahaha What hahahaha do you want?” You ask in the midst of another burst of laughter.
To answer you this time, another of them steps forward and inserts his fingertips under your arms. He then begins to wiggle his fingertips inside your armpits.
“HAHAHAHAHA NOT HAHAHA MY ARMPITS HAHAHA!!!” You try to close your arms, but you remember your hands are tied behind you. All you can do is sit there and laugh. Oh my God! What next?!
The two at your feet slowly make their way up the center of your soles. Your laughter provides a counterpoint to their actions that escalates as they reach your toes. Your toes had always been a special place of torment for you, being oh, so very ticklish.
Just then, another of the mad ticklers, the other woman, you suppose, begins wiggling her fingers across your stomach. Your stomach was never as bad as your armpits or feet, but still very ticklish on its own. Her fingers dig into your stomach and your sides, eliciting a steady stream of laughter from you. All the while, the others are delivering ticklish torment upon your armpits and soles.
And while it’s torture, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you loved every minute of it.
As you’re laughing, part of you realizes there were five of them. What happened to the fifth?
Another set of footsteps answers you. This one stops between the assaulter of your underarms and the tickler of your tummy. He places hands on either side of you and wriggles his fingers up and down your ribcage.
This is too much by far now. This is the worst tickling you’ve ever endured.
At your feet, the two vicious ticklers make their way back down and explore your ticklish arches. Your laughter gets even louder at that. The mad ticklers have finally reached your worst spots!
This is far too much now. You have five ticklers all assaulting your most ticklish spots. How can you even stand it? All you can do is toss your head from side to side and laugh, laugh, laugh like you’ve never laughed before. You laugh as your soles are tickled. Your armpits, sides, stomach, ribs. Everything tickled!
Finally, you feel a break on your feet. The tickling there has stopped. You’re just conscious enough to notice.
Then you feel the tugging on your stockings.
You wiggle your feet, trying to keep your stockings, which are quickly abandoning you, on your helpless feet, but the ticklers there give your soles a series of quick tickles as they pull, causing you, in the end, to pull off your own stockings.
Oh crap!!!
You feel the tickles on the rest of your body abate. One of the ticklers must have signaled the others to step back. You wonder what they have in store next.
Suddenly, you feel a soft feeling on each sole. Your mind readily identifies it as…
No…
Those are feathers!
The realization strikes you too late as the feathers stroke up and down your soles. If things didn’t tickle before, they sure do now! Your laughter reaches all new heights as your heels, soles, toes, and arches are all expertly feathered. You lean back against the headrest again, trying to distract yourself from the terrible tickles! Those terrible maddening tickles you can’t get enough of! Part of you wants this torture to stop. You’ll give anything for it to stop! However, you’ll also give anything for it to continue.
Suddenly, the tickling stops.
You lie there, catching your breath. Is it really over? Is it really, truly over?
Suddenly you feel another cloth to your mouth, and the familiar scent of chloroform returns, and sleep takes you once more.
***
You wake up leaned against your car. Your eyes flutter open and look up at the setting sun. How did I get here? You look around, then slowly stand up. As you do, you realize that every nerve in your feet, ribs, stomach, sides, and armpits is tingling and buzzing.
As you stand up, you look down to realize that your stockings and boots are still on your feet.
You also see a bag of groceries next to you.
Oh no! The groceries are spoiled by now!
As you check the bag though, you find that they’re as cold as they were when you first bought them.
You pick up the bag, unsure of what’s going on, and set it in your car. You open the door, get in, and pull out your keys, only to pull out a wad of paper along with it.
You pick up the wad and unfold it.
Inside, you find a note.
You read the note, and this is what it said.
“Thank you, Sammi. Call us anytime.
P.S. Hope the groceries are alright.”
Below the message is a phone number. It’s not one you recognize, but you feel it’s one you should keep.
You notice you haven’t unfolded the note all the way. It feels like there’s something else there. You unfold the rest of it, and out into your hand falls two one hundred dollar bills.
You chuckle to yourself. Two hundred dollars for a good day’s tickling.
As you start up your engine, you wonder how you’ll explain this to your roommates. You just shake your head.
Maybe when you get home, you’ll make a phone call.
Ok, that's it. Let me know what you think! 😀
It seems like any normal day.
You woke up, went about your daily routine, and realized you needed some groceries. Checking your wallet, you decide you have enough money to spare. Walking by a mirror, you take a quick note of your appearance. You take in your long, dark brown hair, which bears a distinctive purple streak. You’re clad almost entirely in black, with a black t-shirt, arm warmers, bondage pants, and boots. You strike a quick pose, taking advantage of your curves. Many men, and quite a few women, have told you you’re beautiful, though you never want to listen for some reason. You decide to turn back to the door. You walk down to your driveway and climb into your new 2006 Lotus Elise. Looking around, you take a moment to inspect the craftsmanship that went into this, your dream car.
Finally, you reach down, slip your key into the ignition, twist it, and make your way down the driveway. Everything feels normal. Little do you know this day would change your life.
The drive to the grocery store is short, but uneventful. However, once you reach the parking lot, you find it is packed with other people. Obviously, getting a space near the front of the parking lot is impossible at this point. You drive around for what seems like forever before you finally discover an open space about halfway into the parking lot. Figuring it’s the best you’re going to find, you pull your car in, turn off the ignition, pull out your key, and make your way to the store.
Once you reach the store, you quickly locate the groceries you need: The milk, the butter, and some eggs. You make your way to the checkout line and pay the cashier, receive your receipt, and make your way out the door. As you step out into the parking lot, you see the cars pulling in and out of the parking lot as people go on their way. Making its way around the parking lot is a large black van. Nothing about it strikes you as especially unique, save for one small detail.
The van has no license plates.
You don’t know why, but something about this van gets your attention. You decide it would be best to get your groceries to your car and head out. You walk to the aisle where your car is located. As you do so, the van turns into the aisle and heads straight for you!
Closer and closer the van comes. Just when it seems like it’s about to hit you, it turns around and the door on the side opens. Four people, two men and two women jump out. You cannot make out any of their features, however. They are all clad in black from head to toe and wearing black masks that obscure their features.
You wonder what they want. They walk around you, taking positions on all sides of you, then pounce. Each of them grabs one of your limbs. You try to pull yourself free, but they are by far the stronger ones. They pull you into the van with them. You catch one of the men make a gesture to another man, also in black and masked, in the driver’s seat of the car. The side door slams shut, and the engine revs to life.
One of the women slips a cloth over your mouth. You detect the distinct scent of chloroform. As the fluid renders you unconscious, you wonder just what these strangers have in store for you.
***
You wake up later to… nothing.
You look around, but all you see is black. At first you’re afraid. You wonder if you’ve gone blind somehow, but then you realize that the reason you’re in total darkness is because you’re wearing a blindfold.
Where am I? Who are these people? You wonder to yourself.
You have no eyesight, because of the blindfold, but you are aware of your predicament. You try moving your legs, but you feel them being stopped by some sort of restraint. After some tugging and hearing a distinct thudding, you realize you’re locked in a set of wooden stocks. You try moving your arms, but you feel them tied behind you. You’re in what feels like a remarkably comfortable chair. You can lean forward and backwards, so it must be some sort of a recliner or something. There is a headrest supporting your head.
“Hello?” You call out. Your voice echoes through the room. You must be in a rather spacious room. Listening, you can hear the sound of water. A warehouse by the docks then.
Suddenly, you begin to hear footsteps. You’re not sure, but you think you hear five sets of footsteps coming toward you. You begin to feel somewhat apprehensive about being here. “Um…” You clear your throat. “Why did you grab me? What do you want with me?”
The only answer you receive is two sets of footprints walking toward the stocks. What are they going to do? I wish they’d just get on with it already. Something! Anything!
Suddenly, you feel a hand on your right boot. You feel a bit of pressure, then hear a distinct unbuckling sound. You hear two more.
“Hey, what are you doing with my boot?”
Again, there is no answer. Not that you really expected any. Instead, you feel your boot being unzipped. Finally, your boot is slid off, revealing a black and white striped stocking foot.
What do they want with my boot?
Then one of them runs a fingertip up your sole. A giggle escapes your lips as your foot twitches away. That’s when their true agenda hits you.
Oh no! They want to… tickle me!
The man softly glides his fingertips across your sole. Your giggles turn into full fledged laughter. You shake your head, and try to jerk your foot away, but the stocks hold it securely in place.
“Hahahahahahaha Please! Hahahahahahaha no more!”
You hear some more buckles unlocking, and another zipper unzipping, and before long, your other boot is slid off to join its companion. “No, not that!” Too late. Another one of them, a woman by the feel of the fingernails, glides her fingers across the soft, smooth surface of your stocking foot.
Combined with the other, you have two hands tickling your helpless feet. They start out methodically tickling various spots on your feet. Your laughter is continuous, but you jump and shake even more when they reach your heels. The two kidnappers pause there, tickling your helpless heels. All you can do is laugh. As long as you can remember, the heels have been one of three especially sensitive parts on your feet.
You’ve heard of people being able to become used to tickling. You wonder if you’ll be able to. Part of you wishes you would. However, part of you actually hopes you don’t. You find it hard to talk about, but ever since you were a child, you’d always loved being tickled. Admittedly, you never thought your ticklishness would be used against you like this.
“Hahahahahaha What hahahaha do you want?” You ask in the midst of another burst of laughter.
To answer you this time, another of them steps forward and inserts his fingertips under your arms. He then begins to wiggle his fingertips inside your armpits.
“HAHAHAHAHA NOT HAHAHA MY ARMPITS HAHAHA!!!” You try to close your arms, but you remember your hands are tied behind you. All you can do is sit there and laugh. Oh my God! What next?!
The two at your feet slowly make their way up the center of your soles. Your laughter provides a counterpoint to their actions that escalates as they reach your toes. Your toes had always been a special place of torment for you, being oh, so very ticklish.
Just then, another of the mad ticklers, the other woman, you suppose, begins wiggling her fingers across your stomach. Your stomach was never as bad as your armpits or feet, but still very ticklish on its own. Her fingers dig into your stomach and your sides, eliciting a steady stream of laughter from you. All the while, the others are delivering ticklish torment upon your armpits and soles.
And while it’s torture, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you loved every minute of it.
As you’re laughing, part of you realizes there were five of them. What happened to the fifth?
Another set of footsteps answers you. This one stops between the assaulter of your underarms and the tickler of your tummy. He places hands on either side of you and wriggles his fingers up and down your ribcage.
This is too much by far now. This is the worst tickling you’ve ever endured.
At your feet, the two vicious ticklers make their way back down and explore your ticklish arches. Your laughter gets even louder at that. The mad ticklers have finally reached your worst spots!
This is far too much now. You have five ticklers all assaulting your most ticklish spots. How can you even stand it? All you can do is toss your head from side to side and laugh, laugh, laugh like you’ve never laughed before. You laugh as your soles are tickled. Your armpits, sides, stomach, ribs. Everything tickled!
Finally, you feel a break on your feet. The tickling there has stopped. You’re just conscious enough to notice.
Then you feel the tugging on your stockings.
You wiggle your feet, trying to keep your stockings, which are quickly abandoning you, on your helpless feet, but the ticklers there give your soles a series of quick tickles as they pull, causing you, in the end, to pull off your own stockings.
Oh crap!!!
You feel the tickles on the rest of your body abate. One of the ticklers must have signaled the others to step back. You wonder what they have in store next.
Suddenly, you feel a soft feeling on each sole. Your mind readily identifies it as…
No…
Those are feathers!
The realization strikes you too late as the feathers stroke up and down your soles. If things didn’t tickle before, they sure do now! Your laughter reaches all new heights as your heels, soles, toes, and arches are all expertly feathered. You lean back against the headrest again, trying to distract yourself from the terrible tickles! Those terrible maddening tickles you can’t get enough of! Part of you wants this torture to stop. You’ll give anything for it to stop! However, you’ll also give anything for it to continue.
Suddenly, the tickling stops.
You lie there, catching your breath. Is it really over? Is it really, truly over?
Suddenly you feel another cloth to your mouth, and the familiar scent of chloroform returns, and sleep takes you once more.
***
You wake up leaned against your car. Your eyes flutter open and look up at the setting sun. How did I get here? You look around, then slowly stand up. As you do, you realize that every nerve in your feet, ribs, stomach, sides, and armpits is tingling and buzzing.
As you stand up, you look down to realize that your stockings and boots are still on your feet.
You also see a bag of groceries next to you.
Oh no! The groceries are spoiled by now!
As you check the bag though, you find that they’re as cold as they were when you first bought them.
You pick up the bag, unsure of what’s going on, and set it in your car. You open the door, get in, and pull out your keys, only to pull out a wad of paper along with it.
You pick up the wad and unfold it.
Inside, you find a note.
You read the note, and this is what it said.
“Thank you, Sammi. Call us anytime.
P.S. Hope the groceries are alright.”
Below the message is a phone number. It’s not one you recognize, but you feel it’s one you should keep.
You notice you haven’t unfolded the note all the way. It feels like there’s something else there. You unfold the rest of it, and out into your hand falls two one hundred dollar bills.
You chuckle to yourself. Two hundred dollars for a good day’s tickling.
As you start up your engine, you wonder how you’ll explain this to your roommates. You just shake your head.
Maybe when you get home, you’ll make a phone call.
Ok, that's it. Let me know what you think! 😀
