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Breaking Habits...The Tickle Tales of Emma Elliott
lee: Female
ler: ??
Story: Emma is an overwhelmed college freshman struggling to survive her classes. She has always been a great student but the advance courses she stacked her schedule with are proving to be a bit too much for her. Despite her roommates best efforts, she has zero social life and finds herself alone-spiraling down into a study coma. But her focuses suddenly change when she finds herself captive and spends one thrilling evening with a mysterious admirer that tickles her silly. To her great surprise, she ENJOYS it and that night causes a cascade of conflicting emotions within her. Emma is suddenly having a hard time focusing on her studies as she stops looking at her books and starts glancing at those around her. Can she discover who they are?
****It is time to put on your Nancy Drew Hats and join the case! This is a TICKLE ROMANCE MYSTERY FICTION so you can expect a lot of laughs in this story. I do encourage NICE comments as they encourage me to continue writing and I'd love to hear from any tickle fans out there what their thoughts are. Enjoy!! ****
1/? parts
Chapter 1: Party of One.
**BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEP BEE-** The alarm clock blared loudly before getting smacked with a dull thud from the almost lifeless hand that sprang forth from the bed next to it. Emma groans loudly, awakening to the day in a rude immature way which consisted of a lots of sighs and flopping around of sheets, pillows and limbs until she has managed to wiggle herself out of bed. The floor is cold underfoot causing her to wince as she hurries along, grabbing her toiletry basket as she heads out her bedroom door and down the hall to the bathroom. Emma always woke up first before her roommates to get ready for the day as for her it was the quickest process. She wasn’t the type of girl to spend all morning on her hair and make up-her morning routine was one that she did mindlessly as her head clouded with the thoughts of all the things she had to get done today. Splashing warm water on her face, Emma dabs it dry with a soft towel and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was never what you’d call a confident girl despite her not being ugly. Emma was a bit of a nerd true, she was pear shaped, and focused on her studies but she never thought she looked necessarily ‘bad’ until she came to college. There was just too much pressure and if she was honest-she looked like shit. Her chestnut hair was a mess, sticking up in weird spots and frizzy from lack of care. The bags under her amber eyes were dark from exhaustion and despite how she felt about it-she knew there wasn’t much she could do. With a solemn sigh, Emma knew that she probably needed to shower but it was Friday and she had a big test that afternoon that she really had to study for so she simply grabbed an extra scrunchy and pulled her hair up in a messy bun with two scrunchies to hold that monster in place. Then she brushed her teeth and started slipping on some simple clothes to get through the fall weather. Just a tank top with a baggy long sweater shirt pulled over it and a pair of baggy gym shorts pulled over her round bottom. It may be a little cold in the morning but by the time that afternoon sun hit she knew she’d feel right about the attire. Emma checked the time then quickly headed down to grab a quick bite to eat from the kitchen and by the time she had finished her breakfast, her roommates alarms were all blaring down the hallway.
“Have a great day!!” Emma called out to maybe no one before grabbing her backpack and heading out the door. This was her normal morning routine on the weekdays. It wasn’t that she hated her roommates, they just were not of the same breed of people. In fact, her roommates were some of the nicest people she had met. They just loved to party, they were out often and focused on living ‘that college life’ while Emma...did not. A lot of times, they didn’t even come home and Emma would find those same alarms still blaring when she got home from school later in the afternoon. While they had a lot of parties to attend, they never threw one at the house they were all renting together so Emma had very few complaints. After all, this meant they simply were not around a lot and she could concentrate on her studies at home. She had always been more of a loner type and her roommates seemed to respect that about her which she was grateful for. Everyone cleaned up after one another and paid their bills on time... she felt like she had won the jackpot in the college lottery. The only downfall about her new abode was that the internet was crap and very slow because of where they were located. The home they rented was right outside of town, it used to be a farm house of some sort but now it was just a cute rustic rental with beautiful acres of green around it. Emma didn’t drive but luckily their was a bus stop just down the road from her. Emma hurried along to catch the bus, shoving her headphones onto her ears as she walked along. She listened to a podcast as she waited and also after she boarded to drown out the bus noises. The only place that Emma could be found outside of the classroom and her own room was the library and that was where she was off to this morning to cram before her test. In truth, that rental home they had probably remained empty the majority of the time because she spent a lot of her time at the library studying and using their free wifi. Since she was arriving so early, there were only a few others in the library and she was able to study in peace with very few interruptions. If you were in the library after 3pm it was a bit of a madhouse with college students trying to fulfill their checklist of having to ‘study’ before and cram knowledge in their head before drinking it away that night. For that reason, Emma chose to study here in the morning and at her home in the evening.
Even though it was early in the day, Emma still hurried herself along to claim her favorite table. It was a popular table, the only one that was in a corner by a window. At that table, she could face the wall and focus on her studies without feeling like she is trapped in a small space. Her peers antics behind her would not distract her but she still had the chance of sunshine coming in through the window. Turning past the third bookshelf, she smiles in relief finding that her table is empty when she arrives. Emma quickly claims it with her backpack, spreading out her work, opening her laptop and beginning her morning studies. She had always been organized so studying usually came very easily to Emma but these advanced courses were proving to be a bit too much for her to handle though she was reluctant to admit it to anyone else. Convinced that if she just put in more time and energy, she could do it-Emma was finding herself feeling burnt out only a few months into the semester. She had reread the same sentence in her screen for the third time when she heard the class bell ring which snapped her back to reality. Emma blinked, rubbing her eyes and grabbing her laptop and books-shoving them lazily back into her bag as she hustled off to the first class. The day was truly a blur of information and stress so by the time Emma reaches home again that afternoon, she can hardly keep her eyes open.
Her roommates are not home but their alarms are off when she gets home so she heads directly to her room. Lazily Emma pulls her sweater off, tossing it onto her bed before flopping there herself. She was very tempted to just fall asleep now despite it being so early in the evening but it was a Friday night and if she stayed up to study tonight-she could actually have the time to run some much needed errands on her off day tomorrow. Emma begrudgingly pulls herself off her bed and steps over to her desk, dragging out one of her textbooks to read. She doesn’t hear her roommates come home and barely acknowledges them when they stop in to her room to say goodbye for the night. They are off to some party and after getting a look at her they encourage her to get some rest soon. Emma hears the front door open and close as the two head out and readjusts herself in her office chair to get more comfortable and try to prop herself up with her elbows on the desk. Despite all her best efforts, she was really tired and Emma found that her eyes were growing heavy and her blinks were lingering as she did her best to focus on the words on the textbook. She tries to make herself push through, to get past just one more chapter but soon her head sinks down onto the soft paper and she falls asleep at her desk.
When she first woke, Emma immediately felt upset with herself. On her face was the familiar sensation of paper sticking to her cheek from falling asleep on her work, something that she had become all too accustomed to at college. She stays still and groans to herself while thinking, ‘Why do I do this to myself?? My bed is literally a foot away!’ It was unfortunate but Emma often fought sleep for so long that her body would finally just call it quits and she would fall asleep wherever she was sitting. Luckily, she knew her bed wasn’t far so she sat her head up and went to rub the sleep from her eyes but found her arms wouldn’t move. Emma opened her eyes and was confused to find that the world was pitch black around her. It wasn’t just dark in her room, her vision was blocked out and as she attempted to lift her arms she found them to be bound to her chair at the wrists and elbows. She froze in shock for just a moment and then started tugging at all her limbs. She was disturbed to find that not only were her arms stuck to her chair- so were her legs. They were bent at the knee with her ankles strapped to the bottom legs of her desk chair. She tries to stretch her body, pushing her legs as far up and down as she could wiggle them and even so-her feet and legs wouldn’t touch the floor. They seemed to be stuck to underneath her chair with her ankles on either side of the center of her desk chair. Her breath hitched in her throat as the situation she was in dawned on her fully. Someone had tied her to her desk chair and blindfolded her!! At first she was really angry, her face flushing with heat as her forehead scrunched in frustration. Emma pulled forcefully at her restraints, struggling against them as the chair’s wheels rock loudly against the hardwood floor. She was not a part of any sorority nor did she want to be and until now her roommates had seemed to respect her wishes to not party so what was the deal?! She heard college can get crazy but this was ridiculous.
“What The Fuck! Let. Me. Out. Of. Here.” She shook her head hard, attempting to remove the blindfold to no avail. “Oakley! Devan! This isn’t fuckin’ funny!” Emma swore out to her roommates as she bounced against the chair, doing her best to wiggle out of her situation but she just could not. Whoever tied her up knew their way around a knot and she was not going anywhere anytime soon. With a great huff of frustration Emma stopped struggling and then focused on her breathing to calm down. She knew that losing her cool wasn’t going to help so she did her best to just listen to the world around her. Now that she had stopped her squirming, she head the soft squeak of her chair as it ever so slowly span but besides that, there was nothing. It did not sound like anyone else was in the house, there wasn’t any movement and the more time that passed in that silence, the more panicked Emma became. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was going on. Her roommates were supposed to be at a party right now and they had never done anything like this before-so what if it wasn’t them doing this?....Maybe someone had broken into their house. This thought occurs to her and at that same moment, she hears her bed creak just a few feet away. Emma’s panic hits the roof, the hair on her neck standing on its edges as she strained to turn her head in that direction.
“Who are you!?-What do you want!” She demands, doing her best to turn in her bindings. Emma hears her bed creak again and then a soft padding against the hard floorboard and the footsteps are getting closer to her and with each step she could feel her heartbeat pound harder and harder in her chest with fear.
“Let me go right now!!” Emma tries her best to sound threatening with her tone but much to her dismay it seems to fail as she feels someone’s hand grab the back of her desk chair. Her captor gripped the chair tightly, yanking her out from the nook of her desk so that she could spin freely which they allow her to do for a couple minutes. Emma feels her body spin, disorientating her and in truth making her a bit queasy.
“Please, cut it out!” She complains, not liking the unpleasant feeling of dizziness and to her surprise her request is granted. The chair is stopped and the silence returns to the room as Emma bites her lip with concern. She doesn’t know where this person is, or what they want but she finds herself pleading out to the darkness.
“Look, please don’t hurt me. I’m just a college student. I don’t have anything of value besides my laptop. It is in my bag by my bed so just take it and go.” Emma’s voice cracks as the thought of them taking her laptop truly hits her. Her laptop was like her life force... it had all of her hard work on it and was one of the few things helping her stay organized. Without her laptop, she would be doomed at College and she didn’t have the money to buy another. She heard movement from behind her and Emma hung her head in defeat. She assumed the intruder was moving to grab her bag, hearing the soft flump of fabric scraping across the floorboards behind her. Now all she could do was pray that her laptop was enough for this intruder to just leave.
Without warning, Emma feels a scratch on her right barefoot and jumps from the sensation. It felt like a single fingernail being dragged from the center of her heel to her toes. Then it happens again, from heel to toe and Emma wiggles, whimpering a frightened noise in her tight throat. Again, another single scratch but this time on her left foot and she does her best to stifle her reaction to it, scrunching up her feet as much as she could muster.
“Wh-What are you doing” Emma questioned as her intruder continued to lazily stroke the bottom of her feet, now doing both at the same time. Heel to toe with a single digit. Emma felt a swelling building in her chest and head, an overwhelming sway of emotions that was coming over her mind. This person, were they... were they purposefully tickling her? She was relieved that she was not being injured at this time but so confused by what was going on and in the end, she was still trapped and unfortunately-very ticklish. She bit her lip and did her best to push that thought out of her head as it made her feel even more sensitive. Her captor suddenly changed direction, keeping their nail on her foot as they ascended back up to her heel in more of a circle pattern and the change in tactic was enough to cause a giggle to escape her lips. Emma groaned in frustration at her own weakness and then whined out to her captor.
“Why are you tickling my fucking fe-EE-et, ST-OOP!” Her pitch heightens as her attacker added a second digit into the fray on each foot causing her to start struggling against her bounds with much more furiosity. She was doing her best to keep her laughter within her- grunting, whining, and pushing as hard as her tiny muscles could muster against her bindings but Emma just wasn’t getting anywhere. With these second fingers on her feet-she was quickly losing her composure.
“WHY wo-ho-n’t you answer me?!” Emma squeezed out through clenched teeth as she did her best to cope. Their nails were sharp and no longer moving in a steady line. Instead the couple of digits skipped around her foot unpredictably which both caused her to jump and for her skin to become increasingly more sensitive to the attacks. Emma was dumbfounded as to what was going on, unable to believe what was happening to her. Someone had tied her up to her desk chair and was underneath it at this moment pawing at her feet with their tickley fingers and nails. Was she having a nightmare? This could not be real! Her initial reaction is to ask why this is happening to her but she doesn’t want to provoke whoever was tickling her more. Her walls of defiance were breaking down and she didn’t even feel like this person was trying. The way they tickled her was like they were teasing her, a lazy sort of tickle but one that had enough precision to keep her worried. Emma was realizing more and more how vulnerable she was.
Emma was insanely ticklish, a secret she which had been easy for her to keep due to her limited human contact. This person obviously knew what they were doing to her and they were not stopping so if their intent was to tickle her silly, she had no choice in the matter. As if reading her mind, her tickler grabs her right foot with both hands, using one hand to pull back her scrunched up toes and stretch out her foot. Her breath hitches in her throat as her tickler holds her like this for a solid moment that lasted too long in her mind-filling Emma with anticipation. Suddenly, there were five fingernails spidering underneath her toes to the ball of her foot and it completely broke her resolve. Laughter finally pouring out of her mouth as Emma arched her back, squealing up to the ceiling and thrashing in her bounds.
“HEEEHEEEHEEE,” Emma giggled a chorus of laughter as the precision attack on her foot lowered down to her arch and then back up to her toes, causing her to shake her head back and forth as she cried out. “NOOHOHOHO! STOO-HOOOOPP IT!” She demands with a whine, her voice reaching a new height as her chest heaves with laughter. Her feet were one of her most ticklish spots and she simply could not handle this. Her strength was leaving her and she was cackling like a mad woman, doing her best to scrunch her feet and protect them but her attacker was strong and all her efforts did was cause momentary ridges and valleys on her foot that the tickler then exploited in their assault. Her body hopped in the seat as she tried her best to escape but whatever had her held down wasn’t letting up and she was forced to just sit and take it. While she laughed, the predator in the room remained ever silent and persistent in their attacks until her demands turned to pleading.
“OH-HOHO MY-HHIIII GA-HA-HAHAHAHADDD PLEEE-HEEEASSSEE ST-HAHAHOOPPP!!” she cried out between her guff's and luckily her captor seemed to take pity on her. Her right foot was released and she instantly scrunched it back up in defense. She panted, catching her breath and trying to prepare herself for another attack mentally but it didn’t come right away. Emma was left to catch her breath until the room became quiet once more. At first she remained quiet as well, too afraid to say anything in fear it would provoke her tickler to start again. Since nothing was happening, Emma took a moment to try to rid herself of the feeling that lingered on her toes, flexing and then scrunching up her feet again. Her feet were hot and slightly sweaty from all the attention-the feeling of the tickling fingers lasting on the base of her feet long after the assault had stopped.
After several minutes, Emma finally decided that she had to say something and opened her move to speak but instead a giggle blurted out from her lips as a strange sensation overcame her left baby toes. Her toes were suddenly in a very warm spot where it was wet and sort of slimy feeling. There was something in this warm wet spot that was wiggling against her foot and in-between her toes. With great dread-Emma realized that her foot was inside someone’s mouth. She groaned with her giggling, unable to help herself no matter how she felt about it. She was at first grossed out, it was a whole new experience to have your toes enveloped in the hot wet mouth of a stranger after all but she was too damn ticklish. Their tongue wiggled between her toes causing her to squeal and she couldn’t help but start huffing with nose laughter when her attacker mixed in nibbling gently with their teeth. It at first had felt really strange but Emma was surprised how this new situation was effecting her entire body as a whole. It was true she hadn’t had any contact in a while but she was positively flushed from the attention her feet were receiving. However, she didn’t have the mental capacity at the moment to analyze these feelings as her tickler found a sensitive spot on the ball of her foot and continued to gentle bite it-dragging their teeth over the spot over and over until Emma was gasping with laughter.
“HAHAHAHA OH-OH I CA-HAHAHAHA-HAN’T TA-HAYK ITT!! NO! NOHOHOOHAHA” Emma exclaimed out as her laughter mixed with her words, her fingers gripping the office chair tightly as she tries to twist in the chair, her body shaking as she struggles to control all the emotions surging through her. Her tickler begins to nibble up and down her toes which puts her over the edge-her body suddenly wrecked with silent laughter. The nibbling on her toes was not just driving her insane with laughter, she could feel a stirring within her as she realized with horror that despite her best efforts-this was turning her on. Shivers were running up her spine, goosebumps forming on her skin as it became more sensitive to her attackers touch and she felt like a crazed perv. Some part of her was actually enjoying her toes being nibbled and suckled by a stranger and this fact caused her face to flush red with embarrassment as she does her best to calm her horndog brain.
“AHHHAHAHA P-PLEEEHEEESE, STOO-HOOP!” And to her surprise, her attacker removes her foot from their mouth with a small pop. Her foot feels wet and begins to chill within seconds of being removed from their mouth, the unpleasant coolness cascading over her wet skin causing her exposed legs to prickle. She curls her toes defensively, trying her best to scrape off the wet feeling as she huffs catching her breath. Her captor has continued the silent treatment, the only sound being a soft scrape of fabric from underneath her which she hopes is her captor climbing out from under the chair. Well, SOME of you hopes that at least.... Emma is still red from embarrassment and laughter but she is also incredibly self aware. As disturbed as she was about this situation-it doesn’t take a detective to determine that she was also enjoying it. The wet feeling lining the inside of her panties was evidence enough of that. When she caught her breath, she felt her chair being spun a little, this time it stopped after only going in a half circle and she assumed she was facing her captor. Biting her bottom lip, she felt fear bubbling back into her brain. She did not know who this person was, she did not know their intent and she could be in real danger. Doing her best to point her head in the direction where she believed her captor was, Emma pleads out to the darkness of the room once more.
“Please, can you just tell me if you are going to hurt me?” Emma hears the creak of the floorboard and the warmth of another body getting closer to the front of her and she leans back in her chair until she can retreat no longer. She could feel the heat of them as they leaned over her lap, and felt the softness of their skin as their strong fingers brushed over her cheeks and grabbed either side of her head. With their hands on her face, Emma couldn’t help but hold her breath-feeling the heat flush over her face as her captor held her with a quiet strong confidence. She takes a deep shuddering breath and realizes that they are close enough that she can smell them, their pleasant odor filling her nostrils with some sort of sweet spiced rain. Knowing they were so close, she was tempted to bite at them but was glad she chose not to when she felt them put pressure on her head, shaking it softly back and forth so that she was shaking her own head in a ‘No’ answer. Emma sighs in relief at the answer, the stiffness in her body melting away a bit at the knowledge that they at least did not intent to hurt her. She had no choice but to trust them to keep their word and not knowing how many questions they would answer, Emma decided to push her luck and ask another....
lee: Female
ler: ??
Story: Emma is an overwhelmed college freshman struggling to survive her classes. She has always been a great student but the advance courses she stacked her schedule with are proving to be a bit too much for her. Despite her roommates best efforts, she has zero social life and finds herself alone-spiraling down into a study coma. But her focuses suddenly change when she finds herself captive and spends one thrilling evening with a mysterious admirer that tickles her silly. To her great surprise, she ENJOYS it and that night causes a cascade of conflicting emotions within her. Emma is suddenly having a hard time focusing on her studies as she stops looking at her books and starts glancing at those around her. Can she discover who they are?
****It is time to put on your Nancy Drew Hats and join the case! This is a TICKLE ROMANCE MYSTERY FICTION so you can expect a lot of laughs in this story. I do encourage NICE comments as they encourage me to continue writing and I'd love to hear from any tickle fans out there what their thoughts are. Enjoy!! ****
1/? parts
Chapter 1: Party of One.
**BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEP BEE-** The alarm clock blared loudly before getting smacked with a dull thud from the almost lifeless hand that sprang forth from the bed next to it. Emma groans loudly, awakening to the day in a rude immature way which consisted of a lots of sighs and flopping around of sheets, pillows and limbs until she has managed to wiggle herself out of bed. The floor is cold underfoot causing her to wince as she hurries along, grabbing her toiletry basket as she heads out her bedroom door and down the hall to the bathroom. Emma always woke up first before her roommates to get ready for the day as for her it was the quickest process. She wasn’t the type of girl to spend all morning on her hair and make up-her morning routine was one that she did mindlessly as her head clouded with the thoughts of all the things she had to get done today. Splashing warm water on her face, Emma dabs it dry with a soft towel and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was never what you’d call a confident girl despite her not being ugly. Emma was a bit of a nerd true, she was pear shaped, and focused on her studies but she never thought she looked necessarily ‘bad’ until she came to college. There was just too much pressure and if she was honest-she looked like shit. Her chestnut hair was a mess, sticking up in weird spots and frizzy from lack of care. The bags under her amber eyes were dark from exhaustion and despite how she felt about it-she knew there wasn’t much she could do. With a solemn sigh, Emma knew that she probably needed to shower but it was Friday and she had a big test that afternoon that she really had to study for so she simply grabbed an extra scrunchy and pulled her hair up in a messy bun with two scrunchies to hold that monster in place. Then she brushed her teeth and started slipping on some simple clothes to get through the fall weather. Just a tank top with a baggy long sweater shirt pulled over it and a pair of baggy gym shorts pulled over her round bottom. It may be a little cold in the morning but by the time that afternoon sun hit she knew she’d feel right about the attire. Emma checked the time then quickly headed down to grab a quick bite to eat from the kitchen and by the time she had finished her breakfast, her roommates alarms were all blaring down the hallway.
“Have a great day!!” Emma called out to maybe no one before grabbing her backpack and heading out the door. This was her normal morning routine on the weekdays. It wasn’t that she hated her roommates, they just were not of the same breed of people. In fact, her roommates were some of the nicest people she had met. They just loved to party, they were out often and focused on living ‘that college life’ while Emma...did not. A lot of times, they didn’t even come home and Emma would find those same alarms still blaring when she got home from school later in the afternoon. While they had a lot of parties to attend, they never threw one at the house they were all renting together so Emma had very few complaints. After all, this meant they simply were not around a lot and she could concentrate on her studies at home. She had always been more of a loner type and her roommates seemed to respect that about her which she was grateful for. Everyone cleaned up after one another and paid their bills on time... she felt like she had won the jackpot in the college lottery. The only downfall about her new abode was that the internet was crap and very slow because of where they were located. The home they rented was right outside of town, it used to be a farm house of some sort but now it was just a cute rustic rental with beautiful acres of green around it. Emma didn’t drive but luckily their was a bus stop just down the road from her. Emma hurried along to catch the bus, shoving her headphones onto her ears as she walked along. She listened to a podcast as she waited and also after she boarded to drown out the bus noises. The only place that Emma could be found outside of the classroom and her own room was the library and that was where she was off to this morning to cram before her test. In truth, that rental home they had probably remained empty the majority of the time because she spent a lot of her time at the library studying and using their free wifi. Since she was arriving so early, there were only a few others in the library and she was able to study in peace with very few interruptions. If you were in the library after 3pm it was a bit of a madhouse with college students trying to fulfill their checklist of having to ‘study’ before and cram knowledge in their head before drinking it away that night. For that reason, Emma chose to study here in the morning and at her home in the evening.
Even though it was early in the day, Emma still hurried herself along to claim her favorite table. It was a popular table, the only one that was in a corner by a window. At that table, she could face the wall and focus on her studies without feeling like she is trapped in a small space. Her peers antics behind her would not distract her but she still had the chance of sunshine coming in through the window. Turning past the third bookshelf, she smiles in relief finding that her table is empty when she arrives. Emma quickly claims it with her backpack, spreading out her work, opening her laptop and beginning her morning studies. She had always been organized so studying usually came very easily to Emma but these advanced courses were proving to be a bit too much for her to handle though she was reluctant to admit it to anyone else. Convinced that if she just put in more time and energy, she could do it-Emma was finding herself feeling burnt out only a few months into the semester. She had reread the same sentence in her screen for the third time when she heard the class bell ring which snapped her back to reality. Emma blinked, rubbing her eyes and grabbing her laptop and books-shoving them lazily back into her bag as she hustled off to the first class. The day was truly a blur of information and stress so by the time Emma reaches home again that afternoon, she can hardly keep her eyes open.
Her roommates are not home but their alarms are off when she gets home so she heads directly to her room. Lazily Emma pulls her sweater off, tossing it onto her bed before flopping there herself. She was very tempted to just fall asleep now despite it being so early in the evening but it was a Friday night and if she stayed up to study tonight-she could actually have the time to run some much needed errands on her off day tomorrow. Emma begrudgingly pulls herself off her bed and steps over to her desk, dragging out one of her textbooks to read. She doesn’t hear her roommates come home and barely acknowledges them when they stop in to her room to say goodbye for the night. They are off to some party and after getting a look at her they encourage her to get some rest soon. Emma hears the front door open and close as the two head out and readjusts herself in her office chair to get more comfortable and try to prop herself up with her elbows on the desk. Despite all her best efforts, she was really tired and Emma found that her eyes were growing heavy and her blinks were lingering as she did her best to focus on the words on the textbook. She tries to make herself push through, to get past just one more chapter but soon her head sinks down onto the soft paper and she falls asleep at her desk.
When she first woke, Emma immediately felt upset with herself. On her face was the familiar sensation of paper sticking to her cheek from falling asleep on her work, something that she had become all too accustomed to at college. She stays still and groans to herself while thinking, ‘Why do I do this to myself?? My bed is literally a foot away!’ It was unfortunate but Emma often fought sleep for so long that her body would finally just call it quits and she would fall asleep wherever she was sitting. Luckily, she knew her bed wasn’t far so she sat her head up and went to rub the sleep from her eyes but found her arms wouldn’t move. Emma opened her eyes and was confused to find that the world was pitch black around her. It wasn’t just dark in her room, her vision was blocked out and as she attempted to lift her arms she found them to be bound to her chair at the wrists and elbows. She froze in shock for just a moment and then started tugging at all her limbs. She was disturbed to find that not only were her arms stuck to her chair- so were her legs. They were bent at the knee with her ankles strapped to the bottom legs of her desk chair. She tries to stretch her body, pushing her legs as far up and down as she could wiggle them and even so-her feet and legs wouldn’t touch the floor. They seemed to be stuck to underneath her chair with her ankles on either side of the center of her desk chair. Her breath hitched in her throat as the situation she was in dawned on her fully. Someone had tied her to her desk chair and blindfolded her!! At first she was really angry, her face flushing with heat as her forehead scrunched in frustration. Emma pulled forcefully at her restraints, struggling against them as the chair’s wheels rock loudly against the hardwood floor. She was not a part of any sorority nor did she want to be and until now her roommates had seemed to respect her wishes to not party so what was the deal?! She heard college can get crazy but this was ridiculous.
“What The Fuck! Let. Me. Out. Of. Here.” She shook her head hard, attempting to remove the blindfold to no avail. “Oakley! Devan! This isn’t fuckin’ funny!” Emma swore out to her roommates as she bounced against the chair, doing her best to wiggle out of her situation but she just could not. Whoever tied her up knew their way around a knot and she was not going anywhere anytime soon. With a great huff of frustration Emma stopped struggling and then focused on her breathing to calm down. She knew that losing her cool wasn’t going to help so she did her best to just listen to the world around her. Now that she had stopped her squirming, she head the soft squeak of her chair as it ever so slowly span but besides that, there was nothing. It did not sound like anyone else was in the house, there wasn’t any movement and the more time that passed in that silence, the more panicked Emma became. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was going on. Her roommates were supposed to be at a party right now and they had never done anything like this before-so what if it wasn’t them doing this?....Maybe someone had broken into their house. This thought occurs to her and at that same moment, she hears her bed creak just a few feet away. Emma’s panic hits the roof, the hair on her neck standing on its edges as she strained to turn her head in that direction.
“Who are you!?-What do you want!” She demands, doing her best to turn in her bindings. Emma hears her bed creak again and then a soft padding against the hard floorboard and the footsteps are getting closer to her and with each step she could feel her heartbeat pound harder and harder in her chest with fear.
“Let me go right now!!” Emma tries her best to sound threatening with her tone but much to her dismay it seems to fail as she feels someone’s hand grab the back of her desk chair. Her captor gripped the chair tightly, yanking her out from the nook of her desk so that she could spin freely which they allow her to do for a couple minutes. Emma feels her body spin, disorientating her and in truth making her a bit queasy.
“Please, cut it out!” She complains, not liking the unpleasant feeling of dizziness and to her surprise her request is granted. The chair is stopped and the silence returns to the room as Emma bites her lip with concern. She doesn’t know where this person is, or what they want but she finds herself pleading out to the darkness.
“Look, please don’t hurt me. I’m just a college student. I don’t have anything of value besides my laptop. It is in my bag by my bed so just take it and go.” Emma’s voice cracks as the thought of them taking her laptop truly hits her. Her laptop was like her life force... it had all of her hard work on it and was one of the few things helping her stay organized. Without her laptop, she would be doomed at College and she didn’t have the money to buy another. She heard movement from behind her and Emma hung her head in defeat. She assumed the intruder was moving to grab her bag, hearing the soft flump of fabric scraping across the floorboards behind her. Now all she could do was pray that her laptop was enough for this intruder to just leave.
Without warning, Emma feels a scratch on her right barefoot and jumps from the sensation. It felt like a single fingernail being dragged from the center of her heel to her toes. Then it happens again, from heel to toe and Emma wiggles, whimpering a frightened noise in her tight throat. Again, another single scratch but this time on her left foot and she does her best to stifle her reaction to it, scrunching up her feet as much as she could muster.
“Wh-What are you doing” Emma questioned as her intruder continued to lazily stroke the bottom of her feet, now doing both at the same time. Heel to toe with a single digit. Emma felt a swelling building in her chest and head, an overwhelming sway of emotions that was coming over her mind. This person, were they... were they purposefully tickling her? She was relieved that she was not being injured at this time but so confused by what was going on and in the end, she was still trapped and unfortunately-very ticklish. She bit her lip and did her best to push that thought out of her head as it made her feel even more sensitive. Her captor suddenly changed direction, keeping their nail on her foot as they ascended back up to her heel in more of a circle pattern and the change in tactic was enough to cause a giggle to escape her lips. Emma groaned in frustration at her own weakness and then whined out to her captor.
“Why are you tickling my fucking fe-EE-et, ST-OOP!” Her pitch heightens as her attacker added a second digit into the fray on each foot causing her to start struggling against her bounds with much more furiosity. She was doing her best to keep her laughter within her- grunting, whining, and pushing as hard as her tiny muscles could muster against her bindings but Emma just wasn’t getting anywhere. With these second fingers on her feet-she was quickly losing her composure.
“WHY wo-ho-n’t you answer me?!” Emma squeezed out through clenched teeth as she did her best to cope. Their nails were sharp and no longer moving in a steady line. Instead the couple of digits skipped around her foot unpredictably which both caused her to jump and for her skin to become increasingly more sensitive to the attacks. Emma was dumbfounded as to what was going on, unable to believe what was happening to her. Someone had tied her up to her desk chair and was underneath it at this moment pawing at her feet with their tickley fingers and nails. Was she having a nightmare? This could not be real! Her initial reaction is to ask why this is happening to her but she doesn’t want to provoke whoever was tickling her more. Her walls of defiance were breaking down and she didn’t even feel like this person was trying. The way they tickled her was like they were teasing her, a lazy sort of tickle but one that had enough precision to keep her worried. Emma was realizing more and more how vulnerable she was.
Emma was insanely ticklish, a secret she which had been easy for her to keep due to her limited human contact. This person obviously knew what they were doing to her and they were not stopping so if their intent was to tickle her silly, she had no choice in the matter. As if reading her mind, her tickler grabs her right foot with both hands, using one hand to pull back her scrunched up toes and stretch out her foot. Her breath hitches in her throat as her tickler holds her like this for a solid moment that lasted too long in her mind-filling Emma with anticipation. Suddenly, there were five fingernails spidering underneath her toes to the ball of her foot and it completely broke her resolve. Laughter finally pouring out of her mouth as Emma arched her back, squealing up to the ceiling and thrashing in her bounds.
“HEEEHEEEHEEE,” Emma giggled a chorus of laughter as the precision attack on her foot lowered down to her arch and then back up to her toes, causing her to shake her head back and forth as she cried out. “NOOHOHOHO! STOO-HOOOOPP IT!” She demands with a whine, her voice reaching a new height as her chest heaves with laughter. Her feet were one of her most ticklish spots and she simply could not handle this. Her strength was leaving her and she was cackling like a mad woman, doing her best to scrunch her feet and protect them but her attacker was strong and all her efforts did was cause momentary ridges and valleys on her foot that the tickler then exploited in their assault. Her body hopped in the seat as she tried her best to escape but whatever had her held down wasn’t letting up and she was forced to just sit and take it. While she laughed, the predator in the room remained ever silent and persistent in their attacks until her demands turned to pleading.
“OH-HOHO MY-HHIIII GA-HA-HAHAHAHADDD PLEEE-HEEEASSSEE ST-HAHAHOOPPP!!” she cried out between her guff's and luckily her captor seemed to take pity on her. Her right foot was released and she instantly scrunched it back up in defense. She panted, catching her breath and trying to prepare herself for another attack mentally but it didn’t come right away. Emma was left to catch her breath until the room became quiet once more. At first she remained quiet as well, too afraid to say anything in fear it would provoke her tickler to start again. Since nothing was happening, Emma took a moment to try to rid herself of the feeling that lingered on her toes, flexing and then scrunching up her feet again. Her feet were hot and slightly sweaty from all the attention-the feeling of the tickling fingers lasting on the base of her feet long after the assault had stopped.
After several minutes, Emma finally decided that she had to say something and opened her move to speak but instead a giggle blurted out from her lips as a strange sensation overcame her left baby toes. Her toes were suddenly in a very warm spot where it was wet and sort of slimy feeling. There was something in this warm wet spot that was wiggling against her foot and in-between her toes. With great dread-Emma realized that her foot was inside someone’s mouth. She groaned with her giggling, unable to help herself no matter how she felt about it. She was at first grossed out, it was a whole new experience to have your toes enveloped in the hot wet mouth of a stranger after all but she was too damn ticklish. Their tongue wiggled between her toes causing her to squeal and she couldn’t help but start huffing with nose laughter when her attacker mixed in nibbling gently with their teeth. It at first had felt really strange but Emma was surprised how this new situation was effecting her entire body as a whole. It was true she hadn’t had any contact in a while but she was positively flushed from the attention her feet were receiving. However, she didn’t have the mental capacity at the moment to analyze these feelings as her tickler found a sensitive spot on the ball of her foot and continued to gentle bite it-dragging their teeth over the spot over and over until Emma was gasping with laughter.
“HAHAHAHA OH-OH I CA-HAHAHAHA-HAN’T TA-HAYK ITT!! NO! NOHOHOOHAHA” Emma exclaimed out as her laughter mixed with her words, her fingers gripping the office chair tightly as she tries to twist in the chair, her body shaking as she struggles to control all the emotions surging through her. Her tickler begins to nibble up and down her toes which puts her over the edge-her body suddenly wrecked with silent laughter. The nibbling on her toes was not just driving her insane with laughter, she could feel a stirring within her as she realized with horror that despite her best efforts-this was turning her on. Shivers were running up her spine, goosebumps forming on her skin as it became more sensitive to her attackers touch and she felt like a crazed perv. Some part of her was actually enjoying her toes being nibbled and suckled by a stranger and this fact caused her face to flush red with embarrassment as she does her best to calm her horndog brain.
“AHHHAHAHA P-PLEEEHEEESE, STOO-HOOP!” And to her surprise, her attacker removes her foot from their mouth with a small pop. Her foot feels wet and begins to chill within seconds of being removed from their mouth, the unpleasant coolness cascading over her wet skin causing her exposed legs to prickle. She curls her toes defensively, trying her best to scrape off the wet feeling as she huffs catching her breath. Her captor has continued the silent treatment, the only sound being a soft scrape of fabric from underneath her which she hopes is her captor climbing out from under the chair. Well, SOME of you hopes that at least.... Emma is still red from embarrassment and laughter but she is also incredibly self aware. As disturbed as she was about this situation-it doesn’t take a detective to determine that she was also enjoying it. The wet feeling lining the inside of her panties was evidence enough of that. When she caught her breath, she felt her chair being spun a little, this time it stopped after only going in a half circle and she assumed she was facing her captor. Biting her bottom lip, she felt fear bubbling back into her brain. She did not know who this person was, she did not know their intent and she could be in real danger. Doing her best to point her head in the direction where she believed her captor was, Emma pleads out to the darkness of the room once more.
“Please, can you just tell me if you are going to hurt me?” Emma hears the creak of the floorboard and the warmth of another body getting closer to the front of her and she leans back in her chair until she can retreat no longer. She could feel the heat of them as they leaned over her lap, and felt the softness of their skin as their strong fingers brushed over her cheeks and grabbed either side of her head. With their hands on her face, Emma couldn’t help but hold her breath-feeling the heat flush over her face as her captor held her with a quiet strong confidence. She takes a deep shuddering breath and realizes that they are close enough that she can smell them, their pleasant odor filling her nostrils with some sort of sweet spiced rain. Knowing they were so close, she was tempted to bite at them but was glad she chose not to when she felt them put pressure on her head, shaking it softly back and forth so that she was shaking her own head in a ‘No’ answer. Emma sighs in relief at the answer, the stiffness in her body melting away a bit at the knowledge that they at least did not intent to hurt her. She had no choice but to trust them to keep their word and not knowing how many questions they would answer, Emma decided to push her luck and ask another....
