maryallison
TMF Novice
- Joined
- Feb 22, 2006
- Messages
- 74
- Points
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There I was, naked, with my hands tied to a pair of shower heads in the men's shower room. Heather and Anna had their clothes on, but they were also trapped in that enclosed space. The grinning guy waved his hand at the football team around the corner.
"Let's go!" someone shouted from the other room. "Halftime's over."
"Wait, guys, you really want to see this," our visitor pleaded.
We heard the sound of cleats scraping against tile, and doors swinging open.
"C'mon, guys, I'm serious. Look in here!" He stepped into the next room, and each time he encouraged the team to stay another voice urged them to go back to the game.
Oh, yes, yes, I thought. Go back to the game.
Anna raked her fingers across my belly, and a laugh exploded out of me, so she attacked my ribs with quickening fingers and I had to laugh, I had to laugh, and my giggles echoed across that tiled shower room and into the locker room beyond.
The guy returned, pulling one other player, and this new witness dropped his jaw when he saw me so naked, and helpless.
"What do we do?" he whispered.
"I dunno," the other guy said.
Heather stepped aside, but stroked her fingers up the back of my thigh, and I giggled and tap danced to escape from her.
"Get on out here!" a man yelled from far across the hidden locker room.
"B-but coach, you gotta...."
"C'mon, RIGHT NOW!"
The two guys hesitated, then sighed.
"Don't worry," Anna said. "She'll still be here when you get back."
"Yeah," Heather added. "The whole team can have her then."
Ohhh noo.
The guys smiled, and took one last look at my body before clomp clomping their cleats across the locker room, and out the far off doors.
"You can't leave me here!" I begged.
Heather knelt and stroked her fingers across the top of my foot, and I raised it, so she grabbed my ankle and attacked my exposed sole.
"Staaahhhppp. oh stop stop ha haaaaa haaaaa no no nooooooooo!"
Anna stepped behind me, her back against the tiled wall, and her fingers resting against my tummy. Up and down and up and down her fingers went: ribs, belly,and boobs, and I jumped and stepped to escape from them both, with no success.
"Pleaeeeasse, please don't."
"But you like being tickled, don't you?" Anna asked.
"N-no."
"And you like being naked, don't you?" Heather said.
"I, I d-doooonnn'tt."
(Oh those exquisite fingers)
"And you looooovvveee having lots and lots of people see you naked," Anna said. Her fingers rested a few millimeters above my quim.
I took a deep breath. "Yes," I whimpered.
They both giggled.
"Here's your choice," Heather said. "We can leave you here, and let all those horny guys tickle you and do whatever else they want."
"Or?" I asked.
"Or you can run across the football field just as you are."
"What? I'm not doing that!"
"Okay." Anna began to walk away. Heather followed.
"Wait." I said. They turned. I thought of any way to escape this predicament. "I'll do it if the team wins. But if they lose, I get to go."
They thought a while, then looked at each other, and agreed. They came back, and untied me, and soon led me through the locker room and out to another hallway, and a closet, where there was a security uniform hanging. It was a pair of stretchy pants and a jacket that zipped up the front. I put it on. Oh boy, did I put it on. I finally had some clothes on again - and when I did, I thought of running. They must have read my mind, because they reached into the closet, pulled back my arms, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists. Then heather pulled the zipper on my jacket doiwn, just a little, to remind me of what might happen. They took hold of my arms and dragged me to another door and a dark hallway, with bright light and a crowd's shouting coming from the other end. We approached, and of course it was the football stadium itself, with a small crowd of police and reporters milling around. They were all watching the game, and chatting, and swapping stories and strategies and god knows what else, so I stood in silence, with my captors so innocently beside me, and I guess I could have called out for help, but by now, my thoughts began to betray me. Fifty thousand people were there, and a TV network, and dozens of cameras to record every bare inch of my flesh, and the thought of running across that football field was oh so tempting. I started breathing heaviler, in anticipation. I groaned when the team had to punt, and smiled when they recovered a fumble, but as the clock ticked down it was obvious our team was going to lose. Damn. Heather and Anna felt it, too, and I could feel their disappointment hovering over us when I volunteered a wicked thought.
"We can still do this," I said.
"You want to change the bet?"
"Just a little." I slowly smiled.
They hesitated. "What is it?"
"You uncuff me, and I run across thet field - right now - but when I get back to Epsilon, I get to tickle you!"
"Forget it."
"No way."
I weaved my body back and forth, with my hands still cuffed beside me. "Naaaaakkeed....." I sang, "on TeeVeeeeeeeeee."
They waited a few seconds, then I heard the handcuffs unclip, and Heather reached up to unzip my jacket. In a few seconds AAnmna had pulled that stretchy pants down, and i stepped out of them, then ran past the startled security guards and was soon awash in TV lights, and cheering, and a sudden roar of the crowd as I scampered into the endzone, oh so very very naked.
"Let's go!" someone shouted from the other room. "Halftime's over."
"Wait, guys, you really want to see this," our visitor pleaded.
We heard the sound of cleats scraping against tile, and doors swinging open.
"C'mon, guys, I'm serious. Look in here!" He stepped into the next room, and each time he encouraged the team to stay another voice urged them to go back to the game.
Oh, yes, yes, I thought. Go back to the game.
Anna raked her fingers across my belly, and a laugh exploded out of me, so she attacked my ribs with quickening fingers and I had to laugh, I had to laugh, and my giggles echoed across that tiled shower room and into the locker room beyond.
The guy returned, pulling one other player, and this new witness dropped his jaw when he saw me so naked, and helpless.
"What do we do?" he whispered.
"I dunno," the other guy said.
Heather stepped aside, but stroked her fingers up the back of my thigh, and I giggled and tap danced to escape from her.
"Get on out here!" a man yelled from far across the hidden locker room.
"B-but coach, you gotta...."
"C'mon, RIGHT NOW!"
The two guys hesitated, then sighed.
"Don't worry," Anna said. "She'll still be here when you get back."
"Yeah," Heather added. "The whole team can have her then."
Ohhh noo.
The guys smiled, and took one last look at my body before clomp clomping their cleats across the locker room, and out the far off doors.
"You can't leave me here!" I begged.
Heather knelt and stroked her fingers across the top of my foot, and I raised it, so she grabbed my ankle and attacked my exposed sole.
"Staaahhhppp. oh stop stop ha haaaaa haaaaa no no nooooooooo!"
Anna stepped behind me, her back against the tiled wall, and her fingers resting against my tummy. Up and down and up and down her fingers went: ribs, belly,and boobs, and I jumped and stepped to escape from them both, with no success.
"Pleaeeeasse, please don't."
"But you like being tickled, don't you?" Anna asked.
"N-no."
"And you like being naked, don't you?" Heather said.
"I, I d-doooonnn'tt."
(Oh those exquisite fingers)
"And you looooovvveee having lots and lots of people see you naked," Anna said. Her fingers rested a few millimeters above my quim.
I took a deep breath. "Yes," I whimpered.
They both giggled.
"Here's your choice," Heather said. "We can leave you here, and let all those horny guys tickle you and do whatever else they want."
"Or?" I asked.
"Or you can run across the football field just as you are."
"What? I'm not doing that!"
"Okay." Anna began to walk away. Heather followed.
"Wait." I said. They turned. I thought of any way to escape this predicament. "I'll do it if the team wins. But if they lose, I get to go."
They thought a while, then looked at each other, and agreed. They came back, and untied me, and soon led me through the locker room and out to another hallway, and a closet, where there was a security uniform hanging. It was a pair of stretchy pants and a jacket that zipped up the front. I put it on. Oh boy, did I put it on. I finally had some clothes on again - and when I did, I thought of running. They must have read my mind, because they reached into the closet, pulled back my arms, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists. Then heather pulled the zipper on my jacket doiwn, just a little, to remind me of what might happen. They took hold of my arms and dragged me to another door and a dark hallway, with bright light and a crowd's shouting coming from the other end. We approached, and of course it was the football stadium itself, with a small crowd of police and reporters milling around. They were all watching the game, and chatting, and swapping stories and strategies and god knows what else, so I stood in silence, with my captors so innocently beside me, and I guess I could have called out for help, but by now, my thoughts began to betray me. Fifty thousand people were there, and a TV network, and dozens of cameras to record every bare inch of my flesh, and the thought of running across that football field was oh so tempting. I started breathing heaviler, in anticipation. I groaned when the team had to punt, and smiled when they recovered a fumble, but as the clock ticked down it was obvious our team was going to lose. Damn. Heather and Anna felt it, too, and I could feel their disappointment hovering over us when I volunteered a wicked thought.
"We can still do this," I said.
"You want to change the bet?"
"Just a little." I slowly smiled.
They hesitated. "What is it?"
"You uncuff me, and I run across thet field - right now - but when I get back to Epsilon, I get to tickle you!"
"Forget it."
"No way."
I weaved my body back and forth, with my hands still cuffed beside me. "Naaaaakkeed....." I sang, "on TeeVeeeeeeeeee."
They waited a few seconds, then I heard the handcuffs unclip, and Heather reached up to unzip my jacket. In a few seconds AAnmna had pulled that stretchy pants down, and i stepped out of them, then ran past the startled security guards and was soon awash in TV lights, and cheering, and a sudden roar of the crowd as I scampered into the endzone, oh so very very naked.
