TicklingDuo
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BAREFOOT IN THE PARK
by Ann
It was a hot and sticky day as Molly finished up the work she had planned to do in her garden. She really hadn't wanted to get into it in this weather. But, there were ripe vegetables that would go one of two ways. Either she would clean things up and take them in to eat herself, or the rabbits, woodchucks and various other critters would help themselves to it. So, she'd spent all morning and half the afternoon getting things taken care of in spite of the hot sun beating down on her.
When she was finished, she decided that she had earned a treat. So, she hopped in the car, stopped to pick up a soda, her favorite submarine sandwich and a new magazine and headed to the nearby park. Once there, she polished off the sandwich in record time. She hadn't realized the hour or her hunger as she struggled to get her tasks finished.
She'd decided that she might as well take advantage of the remaining sun while she was at it. So, she'd worn her bikini and brought a blanket to lay out on. The sandwich now finished, she stretched out to relax as she nursed her soda and read the magazine. Since the ground was still quite damp from the previous night's rain, she chose to lay on the picnic table she'd eaten at.
Before long, the day's work and the heat caught up with her and she fell fast asleep. A few people slowed to check on her as they walked by. She was so still, some thought she might be ill. But, seeing the soda and dropped magazine and noting the depth of her breathing, they realized that she'd simply fallen asleep.
A short time later, still sound asleep, she was not aware of the events that were about to unfold. There was a fraternity group from the nearby university in the park. They were just beginning the year and had several new members to initiate. As they strutted through the park, they came upon Molly sleeping on her make-shift bed. They knew immediately what the new initiates would be required to do.
Since they'd parked in the nearest lot, it took little time for them to get the necessary supplies from the trunk of the car. One of the things they'd always prided themselves on was their preparedness. This time, it was about to pay off in spades. A few moments later, soft cuffs around her wrists and ankles, Molly awoke with a start. Her arms and legs were being drawn taut and tied off to the legs of the picnic table, leaving her spread eagle. She tried to scream, only to find her mouth covered by duct tape. After a period of panicked struggle and muffled screams, she lay still, realizing she was going nowhere.
Molly had no idea what was going to happen to her. All she knew was that there were a dozen or so guys gathered around her and she had been rendered completely helpless. The one young man, who seemed to be the ring leader of this escapade, leaned over and said, "Don't worry. We aren't going to hurt you. We're just going to have a little fun."
Molly grew even more nervous at his grin and began to squirm a bit. But, it wasn't until they each drew out feathers and wagged them tauntingly in her face that their plans for her became clear. Molly's squirming turned to outright fighting to free herself as she tried in vain to scream for help. She'd never been able to stand being tickled. When she was young, her older brothers and their friends would constantly pin her to the ground and tickle her mercilessly. She had developed a real phobia of being tickled.
Molly lay there terrified of what was to come. Here she was, practically naked and wide open to their attack. She'd been tied spread eagle, unable to move more than a few precious inches. She looked at the group gathered around her, ready to torment her with her worst fear. Her head spun as she tried to take in the reality of it all. Then, suddenly, it began and her reality turned to only one thing...TICKLING.
The three young men who were being initiated had begun the tickling. One was at each underarm, while the third was at her belly. As they teased and tormented, she thrashed wildly in a feeble attempt at escape. "MMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHH!!!! NNN----!!! H-H-H-H-H-H-H-" came the muffled cries through the duct tape. These three were proving to be good ticklers, flicking their feathers lightly back and forth and twirling them in circles as they taunted her bare flesh. For the next ten minutes, she knew nothing but tickling.
Finally, the ring leader told them to stop and give her a break. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe. She was beet red from the exertion and the lack of air caused by the tape over her mouth. One of the group, a med student, noticed her condition and advised that the tape be removed. After being warned that her mouth would be retaped and her torment prolonged if she tried to cry for help, the tape was removed. Immediately, she began gulping down air, trying to regain her composure.
Once she'd recovered enough to speak, Molly began to plead for mercy. "Please!", she begged, "Please, no more tickling! You have no idea what that does to me! Please, no more!" She was actually whimpering as she spoke.
The ring leader, whose name was Steve, leaned over to Molly again. "Awwwwwwww, poor baby! Are we a bit ticklish?", he said mockingly, wiggling a single finger in her belly button, which elicited a scream. Quickly covering her mouth with his hand, he turned to the others and said, "What do you say, guys? Shall we let her go?" In a unified voice, the answer came, "NO! Let's tickle her some more!"
Molly began to plead again. "NOOO!!! Please...please...guys! I'll do anything you want. Just please don't tickle me any more! PLEASE!" Her final plea was one of desperation as she watched Steve and another member of the group move closer to her feet. As ticklish as the rest of her was, it was like nothing compared to her feet. She knew she couldn't take that. Yet, she had no choice in the matter. She was totally helpless.
Molly had kept her sandals on when she stretched out. They were now the focus of some unwanted attention. They were skimpy strappy deals that were much more decorative than functional. Even with them on, her feet were rather exposed, a fact that did not go unnoticed. Molly felt the first new tickling sensation as Steve began to trace along the lines of her sandal straps with the tip of his feather.
"AAAAAAAAHHH!!!", screamed Molly, "Please, God! NOOO!!! Not my feet!!! They're too ticklish!!! PLEASE!!!" Molly kicked and tugged with all her might, but could not escape the feather.
"Nooo! You're too ticklish?", mocked Steve, "Where are you too ticklish? Are you too ticklish here?" He stroked the feather teasingly over the exposed arch of her foot. "Or is it here?", he said, dragging it along the tips of her toes. "Or maybe here?", he said as he flipped off the sandal all together and began flicking the feather up and down her now bare sole.
Molly had jumped and yelped with the previous strokes. Now, all she could do was scream. "NOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE, GOD!!! NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!!", she cried. The soles of her feet were insanely ticklish. Seeing her reaction, Steve's partner in crime flipped off her other sandal and began the same treatment of the other foot. Together, they tickled and tickled, sending Molly into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
Before long, Molly was breathless and in need of another break. Not wanting this to turn ugly, they stopped to allow her a rest. She gasped and sputtered, trying to get in some air. She was still feeling the tickling sensations on her feet, which made it difficult to catch her breath. Finally, she had regained her composure. But, it was not to last.
Seeing that Molly had recovered enough to recommence, the two started in again. This time, they dispensed with the feathers and used their fingertips, scratching lightly up and down her soles. As they scribbled their fingers over her now hypersensitive feet, Molly let out a blood curdling scream. Quickly, a hand was clasped over her mouth. They were certain that someone must have heard the scream. However, if they kept her quiet, perhaps they wouldn't be able to pinpoint where it had come from.
After waiting a few minutes in case someone had decided to investigate the scream, they figured that the coast was clear. Nobody had come along. So, they decided to recommence the tickling. They figured that this should be the final round since the time for the park to close was approaching. So that everyone got a final opportunity to have fun with her, they spread in a circle around her. Each guy picked his favorite target to torment. Since it would be the last chance, they decided not to limit anything and go all out with the tickling.
Soon the final round began. Since four of the guys preferred feet, there were two on each foot, one tickling the tops and the other the soles. There was a guy on her neck, one under each arm, two on her ribcage, two on her belly and lower sides and one on each leg, concentrating on her knees and thighs. When all of the guys were in position, they placed their hands lightly on her, forcing her to anticipate the tickling to come.
Her entire body tensed as she drew in a long deep breath. Every inch of her was already feeling the tickling that was about to begin. It all came out in a single rush and scream as they began to savagely tickle her all over. Though each individual place would drive her nuts, the feet were overwhelming everything else.
The four guys on her feet were really enjoying themselves, covering every inch as she wiggled and thrashed and screamed in laughter. They were totally involved in their work, using feathers, artist brushes, toothbrushes and fingertips. The rest of the gang was equally involved in their tickling efforts over the rest of her body.
Though Molly was being driven mad by this, it didn't compare to what was about to come. The two working over her soles were about to pick up the pace a bit. After a visual cue to one another, they began to nibble and lick her soles and toes. Molly let out another scream and increased her efforts at escape. Though her efforts were unfruitful, they did succeed in causing the rest of the gang to stop and watch. As the others let up, the intensity of the foot tickling became ever more intense.
Molly could barely breathe from the laughter and struggling. Her entire system was beginning to rebel from the overwhelming sensations. The guys tickling her feet continued for another twenty minutes, when Molly mercifully lost consciousness.
The headlines in the next morning's paper read: "Unconscious Woman Found Barefoot in the Park." It spoke of a woman driven mad by attackers who reportedly tickle tortured her for the better part of the previous afternoon. It also reported that, while drug and alcohol tests had proven negative, psychological testing was yet to be complete
by Ann
It was a hot and sticky day as Molly finished up the work she had planned to do in her garden. She really hadn't wanted to get into it in this weather. But, there were ripe vegetables that would go one of two ways. Either she would clean things up and take them in to eat herself, or the rabbits, woodchucks and various other critters would help themselves to it. So, she'd spent all morning and half the afternoon getting things taken care of in spite of the hot sun beating down on her.
When she was finished, she decided that she had earned a treat. So, she hopped in the car, stopped to pick up a soda, her favorite submarine sandwich and a new magazine and headed to the nearby park. Once there, she polished off the sandwich in record time. She hadn't realized the hour or her hunger as she struggled to get her tasks finished.
She'd decided that she might as well take advantage of the remaining sun while she was at it. So, she'd worn her bikini and brought a blanket to lay out on. The sandwich now finished, she stretched out to relax as she nursed her soda and read the magazine. Since the ground was still quite damp from the previous night's rain, she chose to lay on the picnic table she'd eaten at.
Before long, the day's work and the heat caught up with her and she fell fast asleep. A few people slowed to check on her as they walked by. She was so still, some thought she might be ill. But, seeing the soda and dropped magazine and noting the depth of her breathing, they realized that she'd simply fallen asleep.
A short time later, still sound asleep, she was not aware of the events that were about to unfold. There was a fraternity group from the nearby university in the park. They were just beginning the year and had several new members to initiate. As they strutted through the park, they came upon Molly sleeping on her make-shift bed. They knew immediately what the new initiates would be required to do.
Since they'd parked in the nearest lot, it took little time for them to get the necessary supplies from the trunk of the car. One of the things they'd always prided themselves on was their preparedness. This time, it was about to pay off in spades. A few moments later, soft cuffs around her wrists and ankles, Molly awoke with a start. Her arms and legs were being drawn taut and tied off to the legs of the picnic table, leaving her spread eagle. She tried to scream, only to find her mouth covered by duct tape. After a period of panicked struggle and muffled screams, she lay still, realizing she was going nowhere.
Molly had no idea what was going to happen to her. All she knew was that there were a dozen or so guys gathered around her and she had been rendered completely helpless. The one young man, who seemed to be the ring leader of this escapade, leaned over and said, "Don't worry. We aren't going to hurt you. We're just going to have a little fun."
Molly grew even more nervous at his grin and began to squirm a bit. But, it wasn't until they each drew out feathers and wagged them tauntingly in her face that their plans for her became clear. Molly's squirming turned to outright fighting to free herself as she tried in vain to scream for help. She'd never been able to stand being tickled. When she was young, her older brothers and their friends would constantly pin her to the ground and tickle her mercilessly. She had developed a real phobia of being tickled.
Molly lay there terrified of what was to come. Here she was, practically naked and wide open to their attack. She'd been tied spread eagle, unable to move more than a few precious inches. She looked at the group gathered around her, ready to torment her with her worst fear. Her head spun as she tried to take in the reality of it all. Then, suddenly, it began and her reality turned to only one thing...TICKLING.
The three young men who were being initiated had begun the tickling. One was at each underarm, while the third was at her belly. As they teased and tormented, she thrashed wildly in a feeble attempt at escape. "MMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHH!!!! NNN----!!! H-H-H-H-H-H-H-" came the muffled cries through the duct tape. These three were proving to be good ticklers, flicking their feathers lightly back and forth and twirling them in circles as they taunted her bare flesh. For the next ten minutes, she knew nothing but tickling.
Finally, the ring leader told them to stop and give her a break. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe. She was beet red from the exertion and the lack of air caused by the tape over her mouth. One of the group, a med student, noticed her condition and advised that the tape be removed. After being warned that her mouth would be retaped and her torment prolonged if she tried to cry for help, the tape was removed. Immediately, she began gulping down air, trying to regain her composure.
Once she'd recovered enough to speak, Molly began to plead for mercy. "Please!", she begged, "Please, no more tickling! You have no idea what that does to me! Please, no more!" She was actually whimpering as she spoke.
The ring leader, whose name was Steve, leaned over to Molly again. "Awwwwwwww, poor baby! Are we a bit ticklish?", he said mockingly, wiggling a single finger in her belly button, which elicited a scream. Quickly covering her mouth with his hand, he turned to the others and said, "What do you say, guys? Shall we let her go?" In a unified voice, the answer came, "NO! Let's tickle her some more!"
Molly began to plead again. "NOOO!!! Please...please...guys! I'll do anything you want. Just please don't tickle me any more! PLEASE!" Her final plea was one of desperation as she watched Steve and another member of the group move closer to her feet. As ticklish as the rest of her was, it was like nothing compared to her feet. She knew she couldn't take that. Yet, she had no choice in the matter. She was totally helpless.
Molly had kept her sandals on when she stretched out. They were now the focus of some unwanted attention. They were skimpy strappy deals that were much more decorative than functional. Even with them on, her feet were rather exposed, a fact that did not go unnoticed. Molly felt the first new tickling sensation as Steve began to trace along the lines of her sandal straps with the tip of his feather.
"AAAAAAAAHHH!!!", screamed Molly, "Please, God! NOOO!!! Not my feet!!! They're too ticklish!!! PLEASE!!!" Molly kicked and tugged with all her might, but could not escape the feather.
"Nooo! You're too ticklish?", mocked Steve, "Where are you too ticklish? Are you too ticklish here?" He stroked the feather teasingly over the exposed arch of her foot. "Or is it here?", he said, dragging it along the tips of her toes. "Or maybe here?", he said as he flipped off the sandal all together and began flicking the feather up and down her now bare sole.
Molly had jumped and yelped with the previous strokes. Now, all she could do was scream. "NOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE, GOD!!! NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!!", she cried. The soles of her feet were insanely ticklish. Seeing her reaction, Steve's partner in crime flipped off her other sandal and began the same treatment of the other foot. Together, they tickled and tickled, sending Molly into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
Before long, Molly was breathless and in need of another break. Not wanting this to turn ugly, they stopped to allow her a rest. She gasped and sputtered, trying to get in some air. She was still feeling the tickling sensations on her feet, which made it difficult to catch her breath. Finally, she had regained her composure. But, it was not to last.
Seeing that Molly had recovered enough to recommence, the two started in again. This time, they dispensed with the feathers and used their fingertips, scratching lightly up and down her soles. As they scribbled their fingers over her now hypersensitive feet, Molly let out a blood curdling scream. Quickly, a hand was clasped over her mouth. They were certain that someone must have heard the scream. However, if they kept her quiet, perhaps they wouldn't be able to pinpoint where it had come from.
After waiting a few minutes in case someone had decided to investigate the scream, they figured that the coast was clear. Nobody had come along. So, they decided to recommence the tickling. They figured that this should be the final round since the time for the park to close was approaching. So that everyone got a final opportunity to have fun with her, they spread in a circle around her. Each guy picked his favorite target to torment. Since it would be the last chance, they decided not to limit anything and go all out with the tickling.
Soon the final round began. Since four of the guys preferred feet, there were two on each foot, one tickling the tops and the other the soles. There was a guy on her neck, one under each arm, two on her ribcage, two on her belly and lower sides and one on each leg, concentrating on her knees and thighs. When all of the guys were in position, they placed their hands lightly on her, forcing her to anticipate the tickling to come.
Her entire body tensed as she drew in a long deep breath. Every inch of her was already feeling the tickling that was about to begin. It all came out in a single rush and scream as they began to savagely tickle her all over. Though each individual place would drive her nuts, the feet were overwhelming everything else.
The four guys on her feet were really enjoying themselves, covering every inch as she wiggled and thrashed and screamed in laughter. They were totally involved in their work, using feathers, artist brushes, toothbrushes and fingertips. The rest of the gang was equally involved in their tickling efforts over the rest of her body.
Though Molly was being driven mad by this, it didn't compare to what was about to come. The two working over her soles were about to pick up the pace a bit. After a visual cue to one another, they began to nibble and lick her soles and toes. Molly let out another scream and increased her efforts at escape. Though her efforts were unfruitful, they did succeed in causing the rest of the gang to stop and watch. As the others let up, the intensity of the foot tickling became ever more intense.
Molly could barely breathe from the laughter and struggling. Her entire system was beginning to rebel from the overwhelming sensations. The guys tickling her feet continued for another twenty minutes, when Molly mercifully lost consciousness.
The headlines in the next morning's paper read: "Unconscious Woman Found Barefoot in the Park." It spoke of a woman driven mad by attackers who reportedly tickle tortured her for the better part of the previous afternoon. It also reported that, while drug and alcohol tests had proven negative, psychological testing was yet to be complete
