Note: This is not my original work, although I've made a couple minor formatting edits for this reposting. This story was originally posted on the usenet message boards sometime in the mid-1990s. It was a favorite then and upon my recent rediscovery I thought it was still a good read. Hope you enjoy. And Quill, if you are still out there and for whatever reason object to this being shared here, I will of course take it down upon request.
Episode 1: Laughter of the Lambs
by Quill
This is a work of fiction...
She awoke to the realization that the trailer was moving. For a moment, she considered just going back to sleep and worrying about it in the morning, but as the sleepy fog cleared from her mind, she realized that something was wrong. Shooting wasn't supposed to be over for another three weeks, at least.
She sat up and turned on the light, shaking her head to dispell the last few cobwebs. The trailer was definitely moving, she realized, as it leaned into a gradual turn in the road. What the hell...?
"Well, good morning Ms. Foster". Jodie looked up to see a small but atheletic young woman emerge from a back room, wobbling unsteadily as the trailer rocked. The woman lifted something from her waistband and spoke into it.
"She's awake, David", the woman announced in a light English accent.
"Great. She feeling ok?", a masculine voice with a similaraccent replied.
The woman looked at Jodie. "Are you feeling ok, Ms. Foster?", she asked.
"I feel like shit. What the hell is going on here? Aren't you with the caterers?" Jodie noticed that the young woman had a tolerant smirk on her face. She spoke again into the microphone.
"Yes, David, she seems to be fine. About the usual."
"Good. Keep her company. We'll be stopping soon."
"Stopping where?" asked Jodie. "There's a shoot tomorrow. I'm not supposed to... hey!" Jodie stopped short as she felt a tug against her arm. A delicate cuff, linked by a thin cable to the headboard of her steel-framed bed, had been fastened around her left wrist. "Ok, look now, I don't know what..." she began warily, looking up from her wrist. The small Englishwoman cut her off.
"Before we begin a lot of unneccesary discussion, Ms. Foster, let me explain to you what is happening."
"Good idea, lady, 'cause you're already in a shitload of trouble! People will be looking for me!!"
"Of course. Now please, first of all, don't be frightened."
The woman had seated herself in a chair across the room, which was, Jodie calculated, well out of the reach of her 'lead'. She decided that listening was her best course of action.
"We have absolutely no intention whatsoever of hurting you." the woman continued. "In fact, you shouldn't be back too late tomorrow to continue your work on the movie. My name is Amy, and my friend driving the truck is David. In a few minutes we'll stop somewhere, take care of our business, and then return you to the set. Please try to relax as much as possible."
Jodie did, in fact, feel strangely relaxed, but realized that she had probably been drugged to have slept through her abduction. She asked calmly, "What exactly is your 'business', then?"
"It's completely harmless, I assure you," Amy answered. "But I really can't tell you until we get there." As she spoke, the trailer slowed, turned, and lurched roughly to the left. "And it feels like we're getting close now..."
Jodie was still collecting her thoughts minutes later as the trailer slowed to a halt. A lifetime of training had her assessing the bizarre situation as a dramatic scene to play out, although, at another level, the woman inside the actress was both frightened and intrigued. This was a new experience for her, and dismay battled with excitement for control of her emotions.
"Now please, Ms. Foster, there's a pill and water bottle in the nightstand next to your bed. Swallow the pill, and it'll just put you out for a moment while we move from the trailer."
Sensing an opening, Jodie said, "And if I don't? Why don't you stop kidding yourself that this is a friendly game? You're abducting me! So if I don't play along and take your pill, what happens? You drag me out of here by force? I'm sorry, but somehow you just don't seem like the type. Why don't you just take me to the nearest town, and we'll all forget this happened. Nobody gets hurt, nobody gets in trouble."
The trailer's side door swung open silently. In the doorway stood a pleasant looking man of medium build. Jodie dimly realized that she hadn't heard his approach at all, although the trailer windows were open and it was silent outdoors. He spoke in a gentle voice with the same slight accent as his colleague.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Foster, but you're right. This is a abduction, and we are prepared to use force if necessary. The purpose of the pill is to avoid that, because we'd much rather that this go as easily as possible for all of us, and that Amy not have to use -- that."
Amy stood holding a wicked looking pistol, casually loading a brightly colored dart into its chamber. Obviously a tranquilizer. Jodie's eyes widened. She nodded slowly and took the pill. These people just seemed so harmless, and they said they'd have.... her... back... by.. .
When she came to, Jodie first realized that she was still wearing the stretch pants and t-shirt that she used for sleeping. Somehow this relieved her. Then she tried to sit up, and found that she could hardly move...
She was lying on her back on a narrow table, arms at her sides, her head resting on a small pillow. She tucked her chin to look down, and saw that inch-thick leather straps had been pulled tightly over her shoulders, sternum, waist, knees, and ankles. The table tapered below her waist to remain just slightly narrower than her legs and ankles, which made the straps there extremely confining. Her wrists were strapped into wider leather cuffs at the sides of the table, leaving her able only to shake her head and rotate her wrists and ankles. She struggled briefly to confirm this, and found that no other movement was possible. Both her anxiety and anticipation reasserted themselves as she realized her helplessness.
From what she could see of the room, it appeared to be the inside of a sparsely furnished cabin. Her table was situated near the room's center, and Jodie could see a window, outside door, and interior door from her position. A small wood stove burned near her feet, enveloping the room with a comfortable warmth and aroma. As she took in her surroundings, she heard faint voices in the adjoining room.
David and Amy sat in the kitchen, relaxing and sipping coffee. Their captive would take a few minutes to fully recover, so they took advantage of the time to chat and savor their anticipation.
"She certainly does seem the type," observed Amy. "This is going to be fun! So much better than the old days, eh, love?"
David's mind briefly wandered back to his old life, and he nodded, agreeing with Amy. He was still, in fact, learning to truly relax. His existence as a simple kidnapper promised to be quite a relief from anything he'd known since childhood.
"Yes, much, much better," David replied. "Although, I'm actually anxious for the authorities to start looking for us, you know? Just a little diversion to keep things exciting. We don't want to get soft."
Amy smiled. "You just can't let it go, can you? Can't get enough of it... But you're right. It will be exciting. How long do you really think we'll last?"
"As long as we like, dear. I sincerely doubt that even a concentrated manhunt could find us, even if someone knew what to look for. Come now, let's go check on Ms. Foster."
David and Amy entered the room to find Jodie squirming in her bonds. She was fully awake and alert, but not panicked. David smiled a bit. Apparently the Prozac he had added to her tranquilizer was doing its work.
"Hello, Ms. Foster, how are you feeling?" David asked as he walked in.
"A little silly, actually", replied Jodie. "When do I find out what's going on? And how did you get me here? You know security will be looking for me, and they'll call the police if I don't turn up!"
David smiled again as Amy began to check the straps. "Oh yes, Ms. Foster, the search is on as we speak. They're all looking frantically right now in exactly the wrong places. You have my professional word that we won't be found.
"Once we heard about your part in 'Maverick', we knew you'd be shooting scenes in the desert. It didn't take much surveillance to find the gaps in your security. Then it was just a matter of planning." He looked up from a drawer he'd opened at the foot of the table, holding an H-shaped device which he inserted into two slots astride the bound actress's ankles.
"Ok," Jodie replied. "But why? Do you want money? You said you wouldn't hurt me, and I believe you, so... hey!!"
As Jodie spoke, David had finished securing the small H-frame to the table. It firmly suspended an oddly bent horizontal bar just behind the toes of the actress's bare feet. Some kind of string was laced into the bar. Jodie's sentence had been cut off when David looped this string over her big toes.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Jodie screamed. She struggled to pull her toes free, but the loop had been thrown and tightened with frightening quickness. David began lacing the string around each of her remaining toes and behind the bar, snugging it and tieing it off after each loop. When he finished, Jodie's feet were held comfortably motionless against the frame, although she still had some room to squirm. David addressed this by raising the bar with a small crank, stopping just before Jodie's heels were lifted off the table.
"What size shoe do you wear, Ms. Foster?" asked David as he stepped back to admire his work. The actress's feet were good-sized and well cared for, with no calluses. Her toes were long and perfect, seeming to give the soles of her feet their own pleasant, distinct personalities.
As if in response to his scrutiny, Jodie slowly flexed and unflexed her toes. Her feet were held completely motionless by the contraption. "Nine and a half," she responded instinctually. "Why? I mean, if you want me to sign some kind of shoe deal, you blew it a long time ago, buddy..." Her charming smile was valiantly sarcastic.
David smiled in return. Jodie also saw a smile creep across the face of Amy, who was standing beside the table. David looked back into the small drawer before him. "Would you say that you're secured, Ms. Foster?" asked David.
Jodie struggled briefly, confirming her helplessness. "Yep, Dave, I'd say you got me." The cocky smile returned, a shade deeper in sarcasm. "Are we having fun yet?"
"No, Ms. Foster, not just yet." David lifted a Q-tip to his chest and broke it in half. "But the fun starts very soon."
Jodie's pretty eyes flew open wide as David brought the Q-tips toward the soles of her helpless feet. As he laid a swab gently against each of her arches, her words burst forth in a rush.
"Oh God you're going to tickle me. Please don't tickle me! What do you want -- David, Amy -- just name it. We don't need to go through this... Oh come on, PLEASE! Oh Jesus I can't move a muscle. David -- NO! WAIT! WAIT! OH NONONO PLEEEEEEEEASE STOP THAT I'LL GO CRAZY!!!"
As she started to plead, David began lightly tracing the swab tips across her soles in slow, wandering patterns. Eyes still wide, the actress's body went rigid, straining the straps across her body. Her pleading voice escalated several octaves above its normal pitch. She finally grew silent and shook her head wildly, pressing her lips into a thin, smiling line. Her hands drummed a stacatto rhythm on the sides of the table. Her feet struggled against the frame as her toes flexed and unflexed. Her eyes danced prettily around the room, looking for a distraction. Her suppressed mirth was palpable, causing even David and Amy to smile.
David pulled away just as the actress was about to crack. Jodie released an explosive breath and relaxed. Her face rested in a smile, dazzling in its unintentional beauty.
"We have a winner here, love," David said to Amy, who was herself amazed at the depth of Jodie's supressed reaction. She knew firsthand how expertly David applied this particular torture, and the bound actress's combined sensitivity and willpower amazed her. This promised to be worth every minute of planning.
Jodie herself was trembling with aftershocks. It had only taken David a few seconds to complete his wandering strokes, but she felt as if she'd run a race. She had always been extremely ticklish, especially on her large feet, which seemed to attract men's fingers. But she had never had to endure more than a few quick strokes before pulling away. David's single unexpected caress of her helpless soles had been unbearable, and her total immobility, literally from head to toe, only enhanced the maddening sensation. Jodie found her voice and began to plead once again.
"Please please please don't tickle me, David. Look, I'm serious -- you can have anything you want. Whatever you're after, ok? But I absolutely cannot stand to have my feet tickled. You'll drive me insane. You have to understand that. Now LET ME GO!!!"
David always enjoyed this part of the scene immensely. He smiled at Amy, and then back at the captive actress. Amy said, "But Ms. Foster, this is the whole reason we've gone to all the trouble of bringing you here."
"I just don't believe this," Jodie said. "What do you get out of this? I don't understand..." In her mind, an idea had started to form. If this was all about tickling, then she only had not to laugh to end it all. She would maintain her compusure. They would grow bored and leave her alone. She began building her resolve.
David seated himself at the foot of the table, toying with his broken Q-tip halves. Placing one swab end on either side of Jodie's left foot, he once again began to trace a slow, wandering pattern across her soft, helpless arch. Jody jumped, as if electrified. Her head rocked slowly back and forth as she tried to ignore David's attentions. She squeezed her eyes shut and pursed her lips. Deep dimples formed in her cheeks. Tiny whimpering noises came from her throat.
David continued tracing her sole, idly crisscrossing the Q-tips down the sole of her left foot. He glanced back and forth, thoroughly enjoying the struggle apparent on both her face and her gorgeous, wiggling, toe-flexing, captive foot.
Jodie was too preoccupied to notice Amy walking silently around the table. Pulling a pencil-sized paintbrush from the drawer, Amy seated herself next to David and drew the soft bristles gently down the length of Jodie's right foot. This was too much for the struggling actress. Her resolve crumbled completely. A loud "nnnNNO!!" erupted from her locked throat, followed by gales of uncontrollable laughter.
"AAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh Jesus please please staahhhhahahahahahahahap! No no no no HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jodie's eyes and mouth opened wide as laughter rocked her body. She tried to catch her breath and speak, or beg, but the laughter took her again and again into helpless hysteria.
David and Amy were relentless, each focusing their full attention on one foot with their implements, exploring every ticklish inch and crevice of the bound actress's soles and toes. After what seemed like an eternity to the actress, David nodded, and both ticklers dropped their hands and leaned back. Aftershock giggles rippled through Jodie for several seconds. She finally took a deep breath and looked down at her captors, smiling helplessly and panting. "I didn't... think you'd ever..."
David and Amy dove back at Jodie's feet with their fingertips. Jodie's scream in the small room shook their eardrums. As their nails scittered wildly over the immobilized soles before them, the actress's struggles doubled in intensity. Her body seemed to vibrate in the straps, and the table shook with her restrained thrashing. Her uncontrolled laughter rolled through the room.
"NO GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHD!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHNONONONOHAHAHAHAHA!! WHOA, WHOA WHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Jodie's head was lifting and dropping on the pillow as she laughed. Her hands drummed the sides of the table, and her body struggled mightily against its restraints. She had totally lost control. David and Amy, stopping at irregular intervals to allow their captive to breathe, were glowing with pleasure. They worked the hysterical actress through wave after wave of screaming laughter, keeping her expertlyon the threshhold of consciousness, altering their tickling of the actress's bound and helpless feet each time shehinted at regaining control. Gradually, they tapered the tickling off.
Jodie was exhausted. "Oh God," she panted. "Oh Jesus. Please stop. I can't take it any more. I'm going to pass out."
"Yes, dearie, I think you are," cooed Amy, who had walked up near Jodie's midriff. David flexed his fingers as Amy tugged the actress's t-shirt from under her waist strap. "You'll pass out and then you'll get a rest." Amy folded back Jodie's t-shirt, revealing her hips and flat, soft tummy. "And then we'll tickle you some more!"
"No, PLEASE!!" screamed Jodie, but it was too late. David began gently stroking her soles, and as the actress closed her eyes and chuckled, Amy placed her thumbs on the muscles at the base of Jodie's rib cage. Jodie's head flew up as Amy dug her thumbs into this hyperticklish spot, bringing renewed wild laughter from the actress that shook the cabin'swindows.
She lasted almost three more minutes before passing out...
Jodie awoke, slowly lifting her head from her folded arms on a table. A faint neon glow and the smell of bacon and coffee told her she was in a diner. A half-empty cup of coffee rested at her elbow. A middle-aged man in a dirty white smock was looking at her quizzically and speaking.
"Miss? Miss, are you ok? You got somewhere to go? I guess your grandparents ain't coming back. They left a while ago... Do I know you, ma'am? You sure look familiar..."
Hearing mention of her 'grandparents', Jodie collected herself quickly. "Did you see them? Where did they go? How long ago did they leave?"
The man sat down across from her. "Ma'am, they left more'n an hour ago. I thought they was coming back, so I just let you sleep. I'm sure surprised they ditched you. They looked like such nice old folks... I didn't see where they went, but they left a real nice trailer in the truck lot. You can use the space a while if you want." He looked at her with undisguised amorous hope.
"No, thanks, I'll just use your phone if that's okay." The actress stood up shakily. Her tickling had gone on for hours, through several bound positions and in varying stages of undress. Every ticklish spot on her body, many of which she had never been aware, had been explored relentlessly by her captors' expertise. And now the damn bastards had gotten away, she thought. She struggled mentally for a way to explain this to her agent as she dialed the phone...
No one noticed the paunchy, bearded trucker sipping coffee at the counter, who left shortly after Jodie was picked up. And no one had noticed him earlier, walking casually towardthe beautiful, stranded woman and the three bikers who had pushed into her booth. A few sharp words from the woman had sent the leering thugs sheepishly on their way, and David had silently thanked the actress for her presence and street smarts, which had spared him the necessity of seriously injuring some people and possibly blowing his cover...
David and Amy were now heading west on I-70, driving at the speed limit in a nondescript white Dodge. Those items among their special equipment which were unsuited to double as photography gear had been carefully disposed of. Replacements could be bought or manufactured as needed. David had just seen Jay Leno's tonight show, where a particular guest had flashed her bare feet to the camera and complained about how pedicures tickled her toes. This was definitely someonehe and Amy needed to meet in person...
Episode 1: Laughter of the Lambs
by Quill
This is a work of fiction...
She awoke to the realization that the trailer was moving. For a moment, she considered just going back to sleep and worrying about it in the morning, but as the sleepy fog cleared from her mind, she realized that something was wrong. Shooting wasn't supposed to be over for another three weeks, at least.
She sat up and turned on the light, shaking her head to dispell the last few cobwebs. The trailer was definitely moving, she realized, as it leaned into a gradual turn in the road. What the hell...?
"Well, good morning Ms. Foster". Jodie looked up to see a small but atheletic young woman emerge from a back room, wobbling unsteadily as the trailer rocked. The woman lifted something from her waistband and spoke into it.
"She's awake, David", the woman announced in a light English accent.
"Great. She feeling ok?", a masculine voice with a similaraccent replied.
The woman looked at Jodie. "Are you feeling ok, Ms. Foster?", she asked.
"I feel like shit. What the hell is going on here? Aren't you with the caterers?" Jodie noticed that the young woman had a tolerant smirk on her face. She spoke again into the microphone.
"Yes, David, she seems to be fine. About the usual."
"Good. Keep her company. We'll be stopping soon."
"Stopping where?" asked Jodie. "There's a shoot tomorrow. I'm not supposed to... hey!" Jodie stopped short as she felt a tug against her arm. A delicate cuff, linked by a thin cable to the headboard of her steel-framed bed, had been fastened around her left wrist. "Ok, look now, I don't know what..." she began warily, looking up from her wrist. The small Englishwoman cut her off.
"Before we begin a lot of unneccesary discussion, Ms. Foster, let me explain to you what is happening."
"Good idea, lady, 'cause you're already in a shitload of trouble! People will be looking for me!!"
"Of course. Now please, first of all, don't be frightened."
The woman had seated herself in a chair across the room, which was, Jodie calculated, well out of the reach of her 'lead'. She decided that listening was her best course of action.
"We have absolutely no intention whatsoever of hurting you." the woman continued. "In fact, you shouldn't be back too late tomorrow to continue your work on the movie. My name is Amy, and my friend driving the truck is David. In a few minutes we'll stop somewhere, take care of our business, and then return you to the set. Please try to relax as much as possible."
Jodie did, in fact, feel strangely relaxed, but realized that she had probably been drugged to have slept through her abduction. She asked calmly, "What exactly is your 'business', then?"
"It's completely harmless, I assure you," Amy answered. "But I really can't tell you until we get there." As she spoke, the trailer slowed, turned, and lurched roughly to the left. "And it feels like we're getting close now..."
Jodie was still collecting her thoughts minutes later as the trailer slowed to a halt. A lifetime of training had her assessing the bizarre situation as a dramatic scene to play out, although, at another level, the woman inside the actress was both frightened and intrigued. This was a new experience for her, and dismay battled with excitement for control of her emotions.
"Now please, Ms. Foster, there's a pill and water bottle in the nightstand next to your bed. Swallow the pill, and it'll just put you out for a moment while we move from the trailer."
Sensing an opening, Jodie said, "And if I don't? Why don't you stop kidding yourself that this is a friendly game? You're abducting me! So if I don't play along and take your pill, what happens? You drag me out of here by force? I'm sorry, but somehow you just don't seem like the type. Why don't you just take me to the nearest town, and we'll all forget this happened. Nobody gets hurt, nobody gets in trouble."
The trailer's side door swung open silently. In the doorway stood a pleasant looking man of medium build. Jodie dimly realized that she hadn't heard his approach at all, although the trailer windows were open and it was silent outdoors. He spoke in a gentle voice with the same slight accent as his colleague.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Foster, but you're right. This is a abduction, and we are prepared to use force if necessary. The purpose of the pill is to avoid that, because we'd much rather that this go as easily as possible for all of us, and that Amy not have to use -- that."
Amy stood holding a wicked looking pistol, casually loading a brightly colored dart into its chamber. Obviously a tranquilizer. Jodie's eyes widened. She nodded slowly and took the pill. These people just seemed so harmless, and they said they'd have.... her... back... by.. .
When she came to, Jodie first realized that she was still wearing the stretch pants and t-shirt that she used for sleeping. Somehow this relieved her. Then she tried to sit up, and found that she could hardly move...
She was lying on her back on a narrow table, arms at her sides, her head resting on a small pillow. She tucked her chin to look down, and saw that inch-thick leather straps had been pulled tightly over her shoulders, sternum, waist, knees, and ankles. The table tapered below her waist to remain just slightly narrower than her legs and ankles, which made the straps there extremely confining. Her wrists were strapped into wider leather cuffs at the sides of the table, leaving her able only to shake her head and rotate her wrists and ankles. She struggled briefly to confirm this, and found that no other movement was possible. Both her anxiety and anticipation reasserted themselves as she realized her helplessness.
From what she could see of the room, it appeared to be the inside of a sparsely furnished cabin. Her table was situated near the room's center, and Jodie could see a window, outside door, and interior door from her position. A small wood stove burned near her feet, enveloping the room with a comfortable warmth and aroma. As she took in her surroundings, she heard faint voices in the adjoining room.
David and Amy sat in the kitchen, relaxing and sipping coffee. Their captive would take a few minutes to fully recover, so they took advantage of the time to chat and savor their anticipation.
"She certainly does seem the type," observed Amy. "This is going to be fun! So much better than the old days, eh, love?"
David's mind briefly wandered back to his old life, and he nodded, agreeing with Amy. He was still, in fact, learning to truly relax. His existence as a simple kidnapper promised to be quite a relief from anything he'd known since childhood.
"Yes, much, much better," David replied. "Although, I'm actually anxious for the authorities to start looking for us, you know? Just a little diversion to keep things exciting. We don't want to get soft."
Amy smiled. "You just can't let it go, can you? Can't get enough of it... But you're right. It will be exciting. How long do you really think we'll last?"
"As long as we like, dear. I sincerely doubt that even a concentrated manhunt could find us, even if someone knew what to look for. Come now, let's go check on Ms. Foster."
David and Amy entered the room to find Jodie squirming in her bonds. She was fully awake and alert, but not panicked. David smiled a bit. Apparently the Prozac he had added to her tranquilizer was doing its work.
"Hello, Ms. Foster, how are you feeling?" David asked as he walked in.
"A little silly, actually", replied Jodie. "When do I find out what's going on? And how did you get me here? You know security will be looking for me, and they'll call the police if I don't turn up!"
David smiled again as Amy began to check the straps. "Oh yes, Ms. Foster, the search is on as we speak. They're all looking frantically right now in exactly the wrong places. You have my professional word that we won't be found.
"Once we heard about your part in 'Maverick', we knew you'd be shooting scenes in the desert. It didn't take much surveillance to find the gaps in your security. Then it was just a matter of planning." He looked up from a drawer he'd opened at the foot of the table, holding an H-shaped device which he inserted into two slots astride the bound actress's ankles.
"Ok," Jodie replied. "But why? Do you want money? You said you wouldn't hurt me, and I believe you, so... hey!!"
As Jodie spoke, David had finished securing the small H-frame to the table. It firmly suspended an oddly bent horizontal bar just behind the toes of the actress's bare feet. Some kind of string was laced into the bar. Jodie's sentence had been cut off when David looped this string over her big toes.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Jodie screamed. She struggled to pull her toes free, but the loop had been thrown and tightened with frightening quickness. David began lacing the string around each of her remaining toes and behind the bar, snugging it and tieing it off after each loop. When he finished, Jodie's feet were held comfortably motionless against the frame, although she still had some room to squirm. David addressed this by raising the bar with a small crank, stopping just before Jodie's heels were lifted off the table.
"What size shoe do you wear, Ms. Foster?" asked David as he stepped back to admire his work. The actress's feet were good-sized and well cared for, with no calluses. Her toes were long and perfect, seeming to give the soles of her feet their own pleasant, distinct personalities.
As if in response to his scrutiny, Jodie slowly flexed and unflexed her toes. Her feet were held completely motionless by the contraption. "Nine and a half," she responded instinctually. "Why? I mean, if you want me to sign some kind of shoe deal, you blew it a long time ago, buddy..." Her charming smile was valiantly sarcastic.
David smiled in return. Jodie also saw a smile creep across the face of Amy, who was standing beside the table. David looked back into the small drawer before him. "Would you say that you're secured, Ms. Foster?" asked David.
Jodie struggled briefly, confirming her helplessness. "Yep, Dave, I'd say you got me." The cocky smile returned, a shade deeper in sarcasm. "Are we having fun yet?"
"No, Ms. Foster, not just yet." David lifted a Q-tip to his chest and broke it in half. "But the fun starts very soon."
Jodie's pretty eyes flew open wide as David brought the Q-tips toward the soles of her helpless feet. As he laid a swab gently against each of her arches, her words burst forth in a rush.
"Oh God you're going to tickle me. Please don't tickle me! What do you want -- David, Amy -- just name it. We don't need to go through this... Oh come on, PLEASE! Oh Jesus I can't move a muscle. David -- NO! WAIT! WAIT! OH NONONO PLEEEEEEEEASE STOP THAT I'LL GO CRAZY!!!"
As she started to plead, David began lightly tracing the swab tips across her soles in slow, wandering patterns. Eyes still wide, the actress's body went rigid, straining the straps across her body. Her pleading voice escalated several octaves above its normal pitch. She finally grew silent and shook her head wildly, pressing her lips into a thin, smiling line. Her hands drummed a stacatto rhythm on the sides of the table. Her feet struggled against the frame as her toes flexed and unflexed. Her eyes danced prettily around the room, looking for a distraction. Her suppressed mirth was palpable, causing even David and Amy to smile.
David pulled away just as the actress was about to crack. Jodie released an explosive breath and relaxed. Her face rested in a smile, dazzling in its unintentional beauty.
"We have a winner here, love," David said to Amy, who was herself amazed at the depth of Jodie's supressed reaction. She knew firsthand how expertly David applied this particular torture, and the bound actress's combined sensitivity and willpower amazed her. This promised to be worth every minute of planning.
Jodie herself was trembling with aftershocks. It had only taken David a few seconds to complete his wandering strokes, but she felt as if she'd run a race. She had always been extremely ticklish, especially on her large feet, which seemed to attract men's fingers. But she had never had to endure more than a few quick strokes before pulling away. David's single unexpected caress of her helpless soles had been unbearable, and her total immobility, literally from head to toe, only enhanced the maddening sensation. Jodie found her voice and began to plead once again.
"Please please please don't tickle me, David. Look, I'm serious -- you can have anything you want. Whatever you're after, ok? But I absolutely cannot stand to have my feet tickled. You'll drive me insane. You have to understand that. Now LET ME GO!!!"
David always enjoyed this part of the scene immensely. He smiled at Amy, and then back at the captive actress. Amy said, "But Ms. Foster, this is the whole reason we've gone to all the trouble of bringing you here."
"I just don't believe this," Jodie said. "What do you get out of this? I don't understand..." In her mind, an idea had started to form. If this was all about tickling, then she only had not to laugh to end it all. She would maintain her compusure. They would grow bored and leave her alone. She began building her resolve.
David seated himself at the foot of the table, toying with his broken Q-tip halves. Placing one swab end on either side of Jodie's left foot, he once again began to trace a slow, wandering pattern across her soft, helpless arch. Jody jumped, as if electrified. Her head rocked slowly back and forth as she tried to ignore David's attentions. She squeezed her eyes shut and pursed her lips. Deep dimples formed in her cheeks. Tiny whimpering noises came from her throat.
David continued tracing her sole, idly crisscrossing the Q-tips down the sole of her left foot. He glanced back and forth, thoroughly enjoying the struggle apparent on both her face and her gorgeous, wiggling, toe-flexing, captive foot.
Jodie was too preoccupied to notice Amy walking silently around the table. Pulling a pencil-sized paintbrush from the drawer, Amy seated herself next to David and drew the soft bristles gently down the length of Jodie's right foot. This was too much for the struggling actress. Her resolve crumbled completely. A loud "nnnNNO!!" erupted from her locked throat, followed by gales of uncontrollable laughter.
"AAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh Jesus please please staahhhhahahahahahahahap! No no no no HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jodie's eyes and mouth opened wide as laughter rocked her body. She tried to catch her breath and speak, or beg, but the laughter took her again and again into helpless hysteria.
David and Amy were relentless, each focusing their full attention on one foot with their implements, exploring every ticklish inch and crevice of the bound actress's soles and toes. After what seemed like an eternity to the actress, David nodded, and both ticklers dropped their hands and leaned back. Aftershock giggles rippled through Jodie for several seconds. She finally took a deep breath and looked down at her captors, smiling helplessly and panting. "I didn't... think you'd ever..."
David and Amy dove back at Jodie's feet with their fingertips. Jodie's scream in the small room shook their eardrums. As their nails scittered wildly over the immobilized soles before them, the actress's struggles doubled in intensity. Her body seemed to vibrate in the straps, and the table shook with her restrained thrashing. Her uncontrolled laughter rolled through the room.
"NO GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHD!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHNONONONOHAHAHAHAHA!! WHOA, WHOA WHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Jodie's head was lifting and dropping on the pillow as she laughed. Her hands drummed the sides of the table, and her body struggled mightily against its restraints. She had totally lost control. David and Amy, stopping at irregular intervals to allow their captive to breathe, were glowing with pleasure. They worked the hysterical actress through wave after wave of screaming laughter, keeping her expertlyon the threshhold of consciousness, altering their tickling of the actress's bound and helpless feet each time shehinted at regaining control. Gradually, they tapered the tickling off.
Jodie was exhausted. "Oh God," she panted. "Oh Jesus. Please stop. I can't take it any more. I'm going to pass out."
"Yes, dearie, I think you are," cooed Amy, who had walked up near Jodie's midriff. David flexed his fingers as Amy tugged the actress's t-shirt from under her waist strap. "You'll pass out and then you'll get a rest." Amy folded back Jodie's t-shirt, revealing her hips and flat, soft tummy. "And then we'll tickle you some more!"
"No, PLEASE!!" screamed Jodie, but it was too late. David began gently stroking her soles, and as the actress closed her eyes and chuckled, Amy placed her thumbs on the muscles at the base of Jodie's rib cage. Jodie's head flew up as Amy dug her thumbs into this hyperticklish spot, bringing renewed wild laughter from the actress that shook the cabin'swindows.
She lasted almost three more minutes before passing out...
Jodie awoke, slowly lifting her head from her folded arms on a table. A faint neon glow and the smell of bacon and coffee told her she was in a diner. A half-empty cup of coffee rested at her elbow. A middle-aged man in a dirty white smock was looking at her quizzically and speaking.
"Miss? Miss, are you ok? You got somewhere to go? I guess your grandparents ain't coming back. They left a while ago... Do I know you, ma'am? You sure look familiar..."
Hearing mention of her 'grandparents', Jodie collected herself quickly. "Did you see them? Where did they go? How long ago did they leave?"
The man sat down across from her. "Ma'am, they left more'n an hour ago. I thought they was coming back, so I just let you sleep. I'm sure surprised they ditched you. They looked like such nice old folks... I didn't see where they went, but they left a real nice trailer in the truck lot. You can use the space a while if you want." He looked at her with undisguised amorous hope.
"No, thanks, I'll just use your phone if that's okay." The actress stood up shakily. Her tickling had gone on for hours, through several bound positions and in varying stages of undress. Every ticklish spot on her body, many of which she had never been aware, had been explored relentlessly by her captors' expertise. And now the damn bastards had gotten away, she thought. She struggled mentally for a way to explain this to her agent as she dialed the phone...
No one noticed the paunchy, bearded trucker sipping coffee at the counter, who left shortly after Jodie was picked up. And no one had noticed him earlier, walking casually towardthe beautiful, stranded woman and the three bikers who had pushed into her booth. A few sharp words from the woman had sent the leering thugs sheepishly on their way, and David had silently thanked the actress for her presence and street smarts, which had spared him the necessity of seriously injuring some people and possibly blowing his cover...
David and Amy were now heading west on I-70, driving at the speed limit in a nondescript white Dodge. Those items among their special equipment which were unsuited to double as photography gear had been carefully disposed of. Replacements could be bought or manufactured as needed. David had just seen Jay Leno's tonight show, where a particular guest had flashed her bare feet to the camera and complained about how pedicures tickled her toes. This was definitely someonehe and Amy needed to meet in person...
