TickleSlaver
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The camera was set up in the corner of the room. My wrists were tied with something. She called them ratchet straps, I think. Then she tied my ankles up the same way. She used something to crank the straps tighter and tighter until my limbs were spread out and I was exposed. I felt like a starfish, all of my limbs spread out.
“Now,” she said, “I’m going to leave for a bit, just so the camera gets some good footage of you struggling by yourself. But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
I nodded. My throat was dry.
“Can you move at all?”
I tried to pull my limbs towards me. Then away. The most I could do was arch my back and even that hurt my core.
“Not–Not really,” I said. “You sure this is a good idea?”
She rolled her eyes at me for the umpteenth time. “Like, obviously it is. You want people to talk to you again, right?”
I couldn’t say no to that. And then I couldn’t say anything as she shoved one of my own socks into my mouth.
“MMF!?” I muttered, very intelligently.
“Calm down,” she said, stretching out my other sock and tying it around my head and mouth to keep the first sock in. “Can’t have you yelling or freaking out. What if a neighbor hears? Oh, and uh, this is just for fun, honestly.”
Fun for her was blindfolding me with my own gym shirt on the floor.
So, I was tied to the bed, gagged, blind, my sports bra and gym shorts being the only thing protecting me from the cold bedroom, and I was starting to think this was a stupid idea.
“It’s a great idea,” she told me, “stop being such a nervous bitch.”
As if to make me feel better, she drilled her fingers into my sides. My back jumped off the bed and I shook my head around the room, as if my angry glare would be evident even through the blindfold if I just knew where she was. He mean bitch knew I hated being tickled. It was one of my worst fears. I’d been tickled by older cousins as a kid, at a birthday party in middle school, it was awful. It was seriously one of the most terrible things I could imagine.
“You do this, and things will be cool again. I’m going downstairs to chill for a bit. Wait up here and I’ll be back.”
If I hadn’t been unable to speak, I’d have told her to stay up with me, because I was starting to panic. I couldn’t move, speak, or see. All I could do was tilt my head to the side, hearing her leave the room and shut the door, then walk down the stairs. I sighed.
Normally, I never would have done something like this. But in the past month I’d lost my job, it’s a long story, and humiliated myself in front of our entire school by asking out my crush. That isn’t too long a story but it really sucks. Basically, I’m barley five feet tall, a pale skinned Latina. I look more like a cute doll. Thought I had a chance with this hot and popular guy, out. I thought the worst he could say was no. Actually, the worst he could do was laugh at me, have his friends laugh at me, and blacklist me all over the school.
So I was broke, more unpopular than ever, and my self-proclaimed BFF had a plan. Bondage videos. They sell super well online she said. And they’d up my rep as an edgy badass. In hindsight it seemed dumb. Currently, it seemed idiocic. But it made me feel better thinking about it, because it made me think less of how I could feel my BFF’s bed under me, taste my nasty gym sock, and see nothing.
The door creaked open. I foolishly tried raising my head and saw a lot of nothing. But I heard her footsteps on the carpet, the floor creaking under her. Huh, weird. Unless she gained twenty pounds downstairs the house shouldn’t have made any noise. But then she heard the second pair of footsteps. Then I heard the giggles.
“MFF! Whf thrf?” were the muffled sounds coming through my gag.
And then I felt the finger quickly trace up over the sole of my right foot. I immediately arched my back and squeaked through the gag. My stomach did a flip.
“Wow, she really left her up here for us, huh?” someone said.
“All tied up and helpless,” another person said.
They were both male voices. Not pitchy but not a baritone either. They sounded older than me but very young, two 20-something year olds. From that alone I immediately knew who they were. Well, I didn’t know their names, but they were friends of my ex-crush. Two of his best friends. One was a redhead with tanned skin, or as tan as you can be as a ginger, with freckles and a pretty, mischievous face. The other had caramel skin, messy dark hair, and a face like it was sculpted out of marble. Both tall, athletic, toned, snappy dressers with designer clothes, gold watches, and heavy chains and rings. They smelly like cologne, cigarettes, and protein shakes. Typical upper-middle class suburban kid chic. It was so hard to breathe all of a sudden.
“You think she’s ready?” red hair asked.
“Hell no,” dark hair laughed in response.
I tried speaking through the gag, though if it was to question them, scream, or some other third thing I’m not sure. The bed groaned as two people got on it from either side. I heard my breathing get more panicky, my heart beating hard, and then felt two sets of index fingers start to rapidly poke all up and down my sides.
“MMF!” was what the gag translated my yelling into. “MMF! SFF THF!”
“God, she wasn’t lying. Girl is ticklish as fuck,” Red said.
“Ah, she loves it, don’t you babe?” Dark asked.
I answered them by shrieking through the gag. They answered me by wiggling their fingers up and then digging in under my arms. To them it sounded like, “MFFFF! MF MF MFFFFF!” What I was trying to say was, “FUCK! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!”
“I doubt that,” red chuckled.
“Ah well. Sucks to be her.”
“Kitchy kitchy koo! You like it under your arms? Oooh, or your ribs. Or maybe your neck.”
What was happening to me!? This wasn’t the plan. I hated being tickled, couldn’t stand it! And now two of his friends were up here? Had they been invited? This was the real plan all along wasn’t it? Me tied down, my weakness exposed, unable to escape or fight back, helpless and trapped. At the time my sole source of peace was the camera set up in the corner. Surely it’d record them doing this to me, right?
Well, no. They both turned out to be wearing these masquerade ball masks that covered all of their faces. Red’s face was covered by a white mask with gold details, the expression neutral and maybe even a little cruel. Dark’s was black with no mouth, only his eye visible through two holes.
They stopped tormenting me long enough that I almost catch my breath. Then I felt my inner thighs being squeezed and pinched and I started laughing. Not a cutesy little girlish giggle like when I usually laughed. This was a cross between a witch’s cackle and someone watching their house burn down. I couldn’t stand tickling. I hated it. I hated them. I laughed until my chest was heaving. Saliva leaked through the gag and down the edges of my mouth. My nervous system was flaring up and telling me, ‘Run run run get out make it stop oh god please.’
“Ooh, someone has squishy thighs,” red said.
Dark chuckled and said, “This is what happens when you ask out guys who want nothing to do with a dirty bitch like you.”
This was because I tried asking out my crush? The idea would’ve been so stupid if my thighs weren’t being molested and my laughter getting louder and more frantic by the second. This wasn’t actually happening. And if it was, it was a prank gone wrong. No way they were going to actually tickle me for a bullshit reason like that, right? And even if they were, it wouldn’t be too long, yeah? Besides, it’s not like– “MFF! NM NM, PMMMSSS SFFFFFM!”
I screamed through the gag as they made themselves comfortable at the foot of the bed and tickled my bare feet. My ribs, sides, pits, thighs, they were all ticklish spots? But my feet? If you asked me whether I’d rather by thrown in jail for 10 years, or tickled on my feet for 10 minutes, I’d lock myself up. One of them was slowly raking his fingernails up and down my arch while the other was quickly scribbling his nails all over my foot. They were both laughing and chatting as I suffered and tried to reason with them through the gag.
“WAIT!” I was trying to say. “GUYS PLEASE! THIS ISN’T FAIR! IT’S NOT OKAY. GOD, I CAN’T TAKE IT OKAY SO CAN YOU PLEASE STOP IT TICKLES TOO BAD AND I SERIOUSLY CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP WHY WON’T YOU STOP PLEASE I’M LITERALLY FUCKING BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY WHY AREN”T YOU LISTENING PLEASE NOT ME GOD NO PLEASE NO NO NO NO!”
All that came out through the gag was a bunch of grunts, groans, and squeals.
“How long do we have her?” dark said.
“Mandy said an hour and a half,” red answered. “But I bet we can talk her into longer. This was her idea.”
“God, she’s such a bitch.”
“I know,” red laughed. “We’ll have to thank her for this later.”
Based on where their voices were, I figured red was the raker and dark was the scribbler. The latter seemed giddy to be tickling me, having a grand old time tickling the girl who had a crush on his best friend. Red seemed much more...enthusiastic. Quieter, until it came time to mock or bully me.
“She should be turned on!” he said.
“I know, she’s got two hot guys in bed tickling her,” Dark responded. “This is what turns you on right, baby?”
“NOT LIKE THIS FUCK YOU FUCK!” was what I screamed while dark just laughed.
“We’ll have to check later.” Dark reached back and started tickling my thigh again. He squeezed the skin until I was willing to gnaw my own leg off. “Not like she told us we had to keep her dressed.” He stopped to pull on my shorts, sliding them off my hips and my heart stopped. “Did give us feather to tickle her down under.”
“Later,” red said. “We can have fun with that after we get everywhere else.” Then he stopped the tickling. I was so afraid, I couldn’t even catch my breath. I whimpered and realized there were tears leaking through my blindfold. Never in my life have I felt more pathetic and worthless.
“I did want to get these feet with the, you know, the thing,” the redhead said.
Dark clicked his tongue. “Yeah. Go grab it I got er.”
Based on the pressure on the bed, it was red who got off.
“Please, stop,” I mumbled through the gag. Being that it wasn’t mixed with torturous laughter, it almost was able to be understood as human speech. “Just give me a minute at least. Just give me minute to–”
“Oh no,” dark said chuckled, dragging his fingers across my bare foot, making me gasp and whine. “We’re giving you no mercy. You’re just going to have to take it” Then he said, “Got it?” but he clearly wasn’t talking to me.
“Oh. Oh, yeah,” the redhead said, almost moaning the words. I couldn’t see what it was he had through the eternal darkness of the wet blindfold stinging my eyes. But it couldn’t have been good. “We’ll use a little bit of this and a whole lot of that?”
“Mhm, perfect.”
Suddenly, my left foot was grabbed and started to shudder.
“You want mercy, babe.” red said. “How’s it feel?”
Something hit my foot. Cold and wet, dripping down onto my toes, then leaking between toes and gliding down my sole. It was kind of liquid, but I wasn’t sure what. Water? Some kind of moisturizer? At the time I was naïve. Now I know better.
I would’ve jumped if not tied down, at the sensation of one of their hands rubbing the oil into my sole. “How’s that?” dark asked, massaging the oil into my heel, all along the sides, deep into the arch and across the ball of my foot. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel amazing after all the tickling. I was breathing right again, and all of my muscles weren’t tensed up as tight as possible.
“You like that, baby?” red asked.
“Mhhhh, mhm,” I moaned through the gag.
“Well,” he said, “have a feeling you’ll fucking hate this.”
My big toe was pulled back to immobilize the foot, and keep the skin taught, and then I felt a hairbrush suddenly being scrubbed back and forth across my sole.
This is where things get fuzzy. Where I started seeing bright colors and screaming until my throat gave out. It might’ve been the most worthless I’d ever felt. My body had been turned against me. They were causing me more suffering than I had ever felt and they were laughing about it. Red brushed my foot with a hairbrush wide enough to cover my entire sole and so quickly that I felt my brain dissolving.
“MFF MF MF MF MFFF MFHFHFHFHFHFHF!” was what my deranged laughter sounded like, if it could be called laughter. It was more of a blood curdling scream mixed with a sob over a broken down cackle. What would’ve come out without the gag was, “OH MY GOD PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASE STOP FOR THE LOHOHOHOHAHAHA OF GOD STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING I’VE BEEN GOOD IV’E BEEN SO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK! NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“She deserves this for being this ticklish,” red said, casually in his pretty voice. “You hear me, slut? This is what you’re good for. Go get her upper body again.”
Less than a second later, I felt my underarms being invaded. Dark’s fingers dug deep into the hollows of my creamy armpits. My arms shook and vibrated in an effort to rip the straps off but they held firm. So my arms vibrated and I sobbed while Dark straddled me and laughed and tickled the hell out of my underarms.
“She’s trying to buck me off,” he laughed. “Like I’m riding a bull.”
Red laughed. “They weren’t lying she’s so ticklish. Get her ribs too.”
“I will. Gotta teach her a lesson, I know.”
“Nah,” red said. “I wanna put the bitch in therapy.”
“You get off on this you evil freak!” dark laughed. “But I mean she’s the one who agreed to be tied down. She deserves this.”
Red kept scrubbing my foot, having transitioned to scrubbing the base of my toes again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and it took everything in me to hold my bladder and red said, “Oh, gosh, you must be having such a bad time right now. I bet you’d do anything to make us stop.”
I tried nodding my head yes, my dark hair flipping all over the place.
“Anything, huh?” Dark said.
“Sounds like we’re getting a foot job later,” Red said, and they both laughed and kept tickling the life out of me.
They bantered and laughed and pretended I wasn’t a living, breathing thing in the room with them, suffering and in so much agony. Sweat sheened against every inch of my body. All of my other senses except touch had shut down minutes ago, leaving only the feeling of being violated.
It took my everything to not piss myself. It seemed like they would’ve enjoyed that and been proud of making me soil myself. I couldn’t do it. Even as the rest of my body began shutting down and accepting my fate.
The tickling stopped again, but I didn’t feel better. I wouldn’t feel better until I was up and kicking these guys balls off. I felt uneasy still, and more so as I felt them lie on either side of me. Nothing happened at first. I just knew they were there from pressure on the bed, and hearing their breathing.
“Think she’s had enough?” dark asked, poking my side.
Red grabbed the side of my ribs and dug his fingers between them. “She can take more.”
“Can she?” dark asked with a smile in his voice.
“Mmm, probably not. She’s going to take what we give her, and if that ends up being more than she can take then...”
“Hear that, cutie? You’re fucked.”
I felt their fingers calmly explore my torso. The sides, naval, ribs, armpits, neck, nowhere was safe. I giggled and whined, then howled and shook.
“I bet you hate this,” the redhead whispered into my ear.
Why were they doing this?
“But you can’t do anything about it,” dark hair muttered into the other ear.
Had minutes passed? Hours? It felt like it had been days, but that couldn’t be possible.
“You have to live with this, y’know. Get ready to spend the rest of your life, knowing we made you our tickle slut.” Red brushed my hair back. “That’s all you are to us.”
I began to sob. Not pretty sobs, but great big whining, snotty, cries of misery.
“Not anything you can do about it either,” dark hair said as I felt a feather glide under my nose.
“You’re alone,” red moaned into my ear, grabbing one of my breast with one hand, and tickling my armpit with the other. “Nobody’s coming to help you.”
“All ours,” dark hair said, grabbing my other breast. “Heh, kinda missing that foot though. Looked pretty yummy.”
I felt him crawl back down the bed. I tried to brace for it, tense my foot, kill my nerve endings, but nope, he started to lick my foot and I screamed through the gag. His hot, wet tongue slid over the side of my foot and onto the sole, slowly moving towards the heel. He let out of a soft moan while dragging his tongue up my foot until he was at the topes. All five of my toes got wet and sticky as he clamped his mouth around them, and I felt his tongue slowly working its way over all five toes, gliding between them, making me suffer. What else could I do but laugh and take it?
The redhead then shifted his body so that he was laying on top of me. I felt the gag in my mouth loosen. It didn’t come completely out, but it was out enough that I could speak a little.
“Anything you wanna say? Cause after this the gag is going back in and then we tickle you for another hour.”
“S–STOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEASE!”
He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. “Fun fact, I’m ticklish too. So I get how awful this must feel. Two guys like us torturing a tied up and helpless girl? Making you so miserable, and us knowing you’d do literally anything just for a quick breather? That we’re putting you through literal hell and that this shit will fuck you up for life? It’s inhumane. It’s cruel.”
“I’M AHAHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAD GIRL! I HAVE–I HAHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHEN’T DONE ANY–ANYTHEHEHEHEING WROHOHOHOAHAHAHAHANG!”
“And you can’t stop us. Me sitting on you so you can’t even wiggle. Tickling your sensitive underarms and ribs. Him tickling your cute little feet. God, if I were you, I’d be going crazy right now.” He laughed directly into my ear. “And I’d be so scared, knowing we aren’t going to stop any time soon. That this is your life now.”
“PLEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASE STOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAP!”
I could hear the grin in his voice as he raked his nails down the smooth, shaved skin of my armpits. “No.”
“I’M BEHEHEHEHEHEGGING YOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA, MEHEHEHEHEHERCHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!”
He giggled while drilling in deep into the underarms. “No.”
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T! PLEASE! I’M A PERSON! I–I–I’M A PERSOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!”
“You were a person.” He dug his knuckles deep into the soft, sensitive spaces between my ribs and I snorted and choked. “Past tense. Now you’re a toy.”
“WHY–WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY AREHEHEHEHE YOHOHOHOHOU DOING THIS TO MEHEHEHEHEHEHE?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Because we can,” he told me.
Dark was still tickling my foot, using the feather now. A soft, stiff sensation gliding up and down my foot, then gliding between my toes. Trying to shake it around or curl my toes, and him squeezing my squishy thigh as punishment whenever I did. And apparently he was doing all of this while multitasking.
“Texted Mandy,” he said. “Said, ‘Yeah, it’s fine. Can hear her from all the way downstairs lmao. Just make sure if she pisses the bed to put a towel or something under her. And don’t go easy on her. JB wants her to pass out.’ Wanna grab a towel?”
“Don’t go easy? What’s she think we’ve been doing?” red asked while wiggling his fingers on either side of my neck.
If I hadn’t felt alone and hopeless before, that text sure did it.
“NOHOHOHOHAHHAHAHA! OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE FUCKING STOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAVE TO STOP PLEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASE!”
For once one of them listened, but not for the reason that I wanted. Red shoved the gag back in my mouth, then got off my hips and off the bed. One of Dark’s hands controlled the feather circling the ball of my foot while the other reached all the way back to pinch my side. I jerked away, but his hand followed and kept squeezing the loose skin and making my entire body flail as much as it could.
The feather stopped so he could pinch both of my sides. My back arched up as a result, but that’s just what they wanted. A towel was shoved under my pelvis, and my shorts were pulled down as far as they could go. What they saw made me want to die.
“Holy shit, she’s soaked!” Dark said. “She really is into this.”
“Good. Means she can’t blame us afterwards, she was asking for it.”
“We’re going to feather it?”
“Later. First we need to both get a foot. And make her pee.”
Before I could even register that, their voices sounding miles away by now, I felt their hands grab my feet. My nails dug into my palms and I almost broke my neck shaking my head from side to side to tell them ‘No no no no no no no no’. The terrible feather softly sawing back and forth between my littlest two toes. My foot freaked out, but he held it in place. That had to be Dark, because Red grabbed my toes and pulled my foot taught, then started to scrub.
The noises I made that night were not human. The way I moved and jerked and arched my back was like that of a possessed woman but the only thing being exorcised was my own sanity. I couldn’t stand it couldn’t take it didn’t want it wanted to die if that’s what it took.
“God, you’re so pathetic,” Red said, “what would your parents think if they saw you like this?”
“Probably nothing. I wouldn’t want this thing for a kid,” Dark said. “All she’s good for is being tickled.”
Both of my feet shivered and convulsed. I laughed until tears was running through the gag and down my cheeks. I tried telling them it hurt and I couldn’t breathe, trying to touch their hearts or humanity, hoping they had an ounce of pity for me. A foolish idea, but I had literally nothing else, but that, and my hands that twitched and seized before clenching into tight fists. To keep myself from drawing blood, I gripped the bottom of the headboard. Red pulled my foot back further and laughed while quickly scrubbing my foot up and down, from toes to heel to toes, over and over. Dark left the feather between my squeezed together toes while spidering both sets of nails all over my foot.
My nails clawed into the headboard and left deep crescent gashes in the cherry wood. I almost snapped it in half, hearing it groan and parts of it snap. I saw red and dark and white and stars. They were talking but I wasn’t hearing them. It wasn’t until they high fived that I realized I was peeing myself and onto the towel.
I didn’t beg as they pulled my underwear off. I didn’t plead while feeling them spread my legs further apart and as one of them softly traced the feather over my vagina. When he found the clit, he started to circle it around and around and around while the other guy used the feather on one foot and his fingers on the other. Whoever held the feather used their free hand to drag his fingers over my tummy. I didn’t even mean to pass out. But I did.
I don’t know when it ended. Sometime after a day or a week of clit tickling. In reality, it was a little less than three hours. When the one on my feet stopped, I smelt something that wasn’t my own sweat, urine, or discharge. A marker. I felt things being written on my face. My forehead. My cheeks. My jaw. I wasn’t sure what it was until later. After the tickling ended. After I laid in bed for the next few days heaving and sobbing. After the video got passed around online.
On my jaw, “Someone wet themself.”
On my right and left cheek, “Tickle. Slut.”
And in small print on my forehead, “Tune in next month for round two.”
“Now,” she said, “I’m going to leave for a bit, just so the camera gets some good footage of you struggling by yourself. But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
I nodded. My throat was dry.
“Can you move at all?”
I tried to pull my limbs towards me. Then away. The most I could do was arch my back and even that hurt my core.
“Not–Not really,” I said. “You sure this is a good idea?”
She rolled her eyes at me for the umpteenth time. “Like, obviously it is. You want people to talk to you again, right?”
I couldn’t say no to that. And then I couldn’t say anything as she shoved one of my own socks into my mouth.
“MMF!?” I muttered, very intelligently.
“Calm down,” she said, stretching out my other sock and tying it around my head and mouth to keep the first sock in. “Can’t have you yelling or freaking out. What if a neighbor hears? Oh, and uh, this is just for fun, honestly.”
Fun for her was blindfolding me with my own gym shirt on the floor.
So, I was tied to the bed, gagged, blind, my sports bra and gym shorts being the only thing protecting me from the cold bedroom, and I was starting to think this was a stupid idea.
“It’s a great idea,” she told me, “stop being such a nervous bitch.”
As if to make me feel better, she drilled her fingers into my sides. My back jumped off the bed and I shook my head around the room, as if my angry glare would be evident even through the blindfold if I just knew where she was. He mean bitch knew I hated being tickled. It was one of my worst fears. I’d been tickled by older cousins as a kid, at a birthday party in middle school, it was awful. It was seriously one of the most terrible things I could imagine.
“You do this, and things will be cool again. I’m going downstairs to chill for a bit. Wait up here and I’ll be back.”
If I hadn’t been unable to speak, I’d have told her to stay up with me, because I was starting to panic. I couldn’t move, speak, or see. All I could do was tilt my head to the side, hearing her leave the room and shut the door, then walk down the stairs. I sighed.
Normally, I never would have done something like this. But in the past month I’d lost my job, it’s a long story, and humiliated myself in front of our entire school by asking out my crush. That isn’t too long a story but it really sucks. Basically, I’m barley five feet tall, a pale skinned Latina. I look more like a cute doll. Thought I had a chance with this hot and popular guy, out. I thought the worst he could say was no. Actually, the worst he could do was laugh at me, have his friends laugh at me, and blacklist me all over the school.
So I was broke, more unpopular than ever, and my self-proclaimed BFF had a plan. Bondage videos. They sell super well online she said. And they’d up my rep as an edgy badass. In hindsight it seemed dumb. Currently, it seemed idiocic. But it made me feel better thinking about it, because it made me think less of how I could feel my BFF’s bed under me, taste my nasty gym sock, and see nothing.
The door creaked open. I foolishly tried raising my head and saw a lot of nothing. But I heard her footsteps on the carpet, the floor creaking under her. Huh, weird. Unless she gained twenty pounds downstairs the house shouldn’t have made any noise. But then she heard the second pair of footsteps. Then I heard the giggles.
“MFF! Whf thrf?” were the muffled sounds coming through my gag.
And then I felt the finger quickly trace up over the sole of my right foot. I immediately arched my back and squeaked through the gag. My stomach did a flip.
“Wow, she really left her up here for us, huh?” someone said.
“All tied up and helpless,” another person said.
They were both male voices. Not pitchy but not a baritone either. They sounded older than me but very young, two 20-something year olds. From that alone I immediately knew who they were. Well, I didn’t know their names, but they were friends of my ex-crush. Two of his best friends. One was a redhead with tanned skin, or as tan as you can be as a ginger, with freckles and a pretty, mischievous face. The other had caramel skin, messy dark hair, and a face like it was sculpted out of marble. Both tall, athletic, toned, snappy dressers with designer clothes, gold watches, and heavy chains and rings. They smelly like cologne, cigarettes, and protein shakes. Typical upper-middle class suburban kid chic. It was so hard to breathe all of a sudden.
“You think she’s ready?” red hair asked.
“Hell no,” dark hair laughed in response.
I tried speaking through the gag, though if it was to question them, scream, or some other third thing I’m not sure. The bed groaned as two people got on it from either side. I heard my breathing get more panicky, my heart beating hard, and then felt two sets of index fingers start to rapidly poke all up and down my sides.
“MMF!” was what the gag translated my yelling into. “MMF! SFF THF!”
“God, she wasn’t lying. Girl is ticklish as fuck,” Red said.
“Ah, she loves it, don’t you babe?” Dark asked.
I answered them by shrieking through the gag. They answered me by wiggling their fingers up and then digging in under my arms. To them it sounded like, “MFFFF! MF MF MFFFFF!” What I was trying to say was, “FUCK! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!”
“I doubt that,” red chuckled.
“Ah well. Sucks to be her.”
“Kitchy kitchy koo! You like it under your arms? Oooh, or your ribs. Or maybe your neck.”
What was happening to me!? This wasn’t the plan. I hated being tickled, couldn’t stand it! And now two of his friends were up here? Had they been invited? This was the real plan all along wasn’t it? Me tied down, my weakness exposed, unable to escape or fight back, helpless and trapped. At the time my sole source of peace was the camera set up in the corner. Surely it’d record them doing this to me, right?
Well, no. They both turned out to be wearing these masquerade ball masks that covered all of their faces. Red’s face was covered by a white mask with gold details, the expression neutral and maybe even a little cruel. Dark’s was black with no mouth, only his eye visible through two holes.
They stopped tormenting me long enough that I almost catch my breath. Then I felt my inner thighs being squeezed and pinched and I started laughing. Not a cutesy little girlish giggle like when I usually laughed. This was a cross between a witch’s cackle and someone watching their house burn down. I couldn’t stand tickling. I hated it. I hated them. I laughed until my chest was heaving. Saliva leaked through the gag and down the edges of my mouth. My nervous system was flaring up and telling me, ‘Run run run get out make it stop oh god please.’
“Ooh, someone has squishy thighs,” red said.
Dark chuckled and said, “This is what happens when you ask out guys who want nothing to do with a dirty bitch like you.”
This was because I tried asking out my crush? The idea would’ve been so stupid if my thighs weren’t being molested and my laughter getting louder and more frantic by the second. This wasn’t actually happening. And if it was, it was a prank gone wrong. No way they were going to actually tickle me for a bullshit reason like that, right? And even if they were, it wouldn’t be too long, yeah? Besides, it’s not like– “MFF! NM NM, PMMMSSS SFFFFFM!”
I screamed through the gag as they made themselves comfortable at the foot of the bed and tickled my bare feet. My ribs, sides, pits, thighs, they were all ticklish spots? But my feet? If you asked me whether I’d rather by thrown in jail for 10 years, or tickled on my feet for 10 minutes, I’d lock myself up. One of them was slowly raking his fingernails up and down my arch while the other was quickly scribbling his nails all over my foot. They were both laughing and chatting as I suffered and tried to reason with them through the gag.
“WAIT!” I was trying to say. “GUYS PLEASE! THIS ISN’T FAIR! IT’S NOT OKAY. GOD, I CAN’T TAKE IT OKAY SO CAN YOU PLEASE STOP IT TICKLES TOO BAD AND I SERIOUSLY CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP WHY WON’T YOU STOP PLEASE I’M LITERALLY FUCKING BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY WHY AREN”T YOU LISTENING PLEASE NOT ME GOD NO PLEASE NO NO NO NO!”
All that came out through the gag was a bunch of grunts, groans, and squeals.
“How long do we have her?” dark said.
“Mandy said an hour and a half,” red answered. “But I bet we can talk her into longer. This was her idea.”
“God, she’s such a bitch.”
“I know,” red laughed. “We’ll have to thank her for this later.”
Based on where their voices were, I figured red was the raker and dark was the scribbler. The latter seemed giddy to be tickling me, having a grand old time tickling the girl who had a crush on his best friend. Red seemed much more...enthusiastic. Quieter, until it came time to mock or bully me.
“She should be turned on!” he said.
“I know, she’s got two hot guys in bed tickling her,” Dark responded. “This is what turns you on right, baby?”
“NOT LIKE THIS FUCK YOU FUCK!” was what I screamed while dark just laughed.
“We’ll have to check later.” Dark reached back and started tickling my thigh again. He squeezed the skin until I was willing to gnaw my own leg off. “Not like she told us we had to keep her dressed.” He stopped to pull on my shorts, sliding them off my hips and my heart stopped. “Did give us feather to tickle her down under.”
“Later,” red said. “We can have fun with that after we get everywhere else.” Then he stopped the tickling. I was so afraid, I couldn’t even catch my breath. I whimpered and realized there were tears leaking through my blindfold. Never in my life have I felt more pathetic and worthless.
“I did want to get these feet with the, you know, the thing,” the redhead said.
Dark clicked his tongue. “Yeah. Go grab it I got er.”
Based on the pressure on the bed, it was red who got off.
“Please, stop,” I mumbled through the gag. Being that it wasn’t mixed with torturous laughter, it almost was able to be understood as human speech. “Just give me a minute at least. Just give me minute to–”
“Oh no,” dark said chuckled, dragging his fingers across my bare foot, making me gasp and whine. “We’re giving you no mercy. You’re just going to have to take it” Then he said, “Got it?” but he clearly wasn’t talking to me.
“Oh. Oh, yeah,” the redhead said, almost moaning the words. I couldn’t see what it was he had through the eternal darkness of the wet blindfold stinging my eyes. But it couldn’t have been good. “We’ll use a little bit of this and a whole lot of that?”
“Mhm, perfect.”
Suddenly, my left foot was grabbed and started to shudder.
“You want mercy, babe.” red said. “How’s it feel?”
Something hit my foot. Cold and wet, dripping down onto my toes, then leaking between toes and gliding down my sole. It was kind of liquid, but I wasn’t sure what. Water? Some kind of moisturizer? At the time I was naïve. Now I know better.
I would’ve jumped if not tied down, at the sensation of one of their hands rubbing the oil into my sole. “How’s that?” dark asked, massaging the oil into my heel, all along the sides, deep into the arch and across the ball of my foot. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel amazing after all the tickling. I was breathing right again, and all of my muscles weren’t tensed up as tight as possible.
“You like that, baby?” red asked.
“Mhhhh, mhm,” I moaned through the gag.
“Well,” he said, “have a feeling you’ll fucking hate this.”
My big toe was pulled back to immobilize the foot, and keep the skin taught, and then I felt a hairbrush suddenly being scrubbed back and forth across my sole.
This is where things get fuzzy. Where I started seeing bright colors and screaming until my throat gave out. It might’ve been the most worthless I’d ever felt. My body had been turned against me. They were causing me more suffering than I had ever felt and they were laughing about it. Red brushed my foot with a hairbrush wide enough to cover my entire sole and so quickly that I felt my brain dissolving.
“MFF MF MF MF MFFF MFHFHFHFHFHFHF!” was what my deranged laughter sounded like, if it could be called laughter. It was more of a blood curdling scream mixed with a sob over a broken down cackle. What would’ve come out without the gag was, “OH MY GOD PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASE STOP FOR THE LOHOHOHOHAHAHA OF GOD STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING I’VE BEEN GOOD IV’E BEEN SO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK! NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“She deserves this for being this ticklish,” red said, casually in his pretty voice. “You hear me, slut? This is what you’re good for. Go get her upper body again.”
Less than a second later, I felt my underarms being invaded. Dark’s fingers dug deep into the hollows of my creamy armpits. My arms shook and vibrated in an effort to rip the straps off but they held firm. So my arms vibrated and I sobbed while Dark straddled me and laughed and tickled the hell out of my underarms.
“She’s trying to buck me off,” he laughed. “Like I’m riding a bull.”
Red laughed. “They weren’t lying she’s so ticklish. Get her ribs too.”
“I will. Gotta teach her a lesson, I know.”
“Nah,” red said. “I wanna put the bitch in therapy.”
“You get off on this you evil freak!” dark laughed. “But I mean she’s the one who agreed to be tied down. She deserves this.”
Red kept scrubbing my foot, having transitioned to scrubbing the base of my toes again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and it took everything in me to hold my bladder and red said, “Oh, gosh, you must be having such a bad time right now. I bet you’d do anything to make us stop.”
I tried nodding my head yes, my dark hair flipping all over the place.
“Anything, huh?” Dark said.
“Sounds like we’re getting a foot job later,” Red said, and they both laughed and kept tickling the life out of me.
They bantered and laughed and pretended I wasn’t a living, breathing thing in the room with them, suffering and in so much agony. Sweat sheened against every inch of my body. All of my other senses except touch had shut down minutes ago, leaving only the feeling of being violated.
It took my everything to not piss myself. It seemed like they would’ve enjoyed that and been proud of making me soil myself. I couldn’t do it. Even as the rest of my body began shutting down and accepting my fate.
The tickling stopped again, but I didn’t feel better. I wouldn’t feel better until I was up and kicking these guys balls off. I felt uneasy still, and more so as I felt them lie on either side of me. Nothing happened at first. I just knew they were there from pressure on the bed, and hearing their breathing.
“Think she’s had enough?” dark asked, poking my side.
Red grabbed the side of my ribs and dug his fingers between them. “She can take more.”
“Can she?” dark asked with a smile in his voice.
“Mmm, probably not. She’s going to take what we give her, and if that ends up being more than she can take then...”
“Hear that, cutie? You’re fucked.”
I felt their fingers calmly explore my torso. The sides, naval, ribs, armpits, neck, nowhere was safe. I giggled and whined, then howled and shook.
“I bet you hate this,” the redhead whispered into my ear.
Why were they doing this?
“But you can’t do anything about it,” dark hair muttered into the other ear.
Had minutes passed? Hours? It felt like it had been days, but that couldn’t be possible.
“You have to live with this, y’know. Get ready to spend the rest of your life, knowing we made you our tickle slut.” Red brushed my hair back. “That’s all you are to us.”
I began to sob. Not pretty sobs, but great big whining, snotty, cries of misery.
“Not anything you can do about it either,” dark hair said as I felt a feather glide under my nose.
“You’re alone,” red moaned into my ear, grabbing one of my breast with one hand, and tickling my armpit with the other. “Nobody’s coming to help you.”
“All ours,” dark hair said, grabbing my other breast. “Heh, kinda missing that foot though. Looked pretty yummy.”
I felt him crawl back down the bed. I tried to brace for it, tense my foot, kill my nerve endings, but nope, he started to lick my foot and I screamed through the gag. His hot, wet tongue slid over the side of my foot and onto the sole, slowly moving towards the heel. He let out of a soft moan while dragging his tongue up my foot until he was at the topes. All five of my toes got wet and sticky as he clamped his mouth around them, and I felt his tongue slowly working its way over all five toes, gliding between them, making me suffer. What else could I do but laugh and take it?
The redhead then shifted his body so that he was laying on top of me. I felt the gag in my mouth loosen. It didn’t come completely out, but it was out enough that I could speak a little.
“Anything you wanna say? Cause after this the gag is going back in and then we tickle you for another hour.”
“S–STOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEASE!”
He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. “Fun fact, I’m ticklish too. So I get how awful this must feel. Two guys like us torturing a tied up and helpless girl? Making you so miserable, and us knowing you’d do literally anything just for a quick breather? That we’re putting you through literal hell and that this shit will fuck you up for life? It’s inhumane. It’s cruel.”
“I’M AHAHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAD GIRL! I HAVE–I HAHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHEN’T DONE ANY–ANYTHEHEHEHEING WROHOHOHOAHAHAHAHANG!”
“And you can’t stop us. Me sitting on you so you can’t even wiggle. Tickling your sensitive underarms and ribs. Him tickling your cute little feet. God, if I were you, I’d be going crazy right now.” He laughed directly into my ear. “And I’d be so scared, knowing we aren’t going to stop any time soon. That this is your life now.”
“PLEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASE STOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAP!”
I could hear the grin in his voice as he raked his nails down the smooth, shaved skin of my armpits. “No.”
“I’M BEHEHEHEHEHEGGING YOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA, MEHEHEHEHEHERCHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!”
He giggled while drilling in deep into the underarms. “No.”
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T! PLEASE! I’M A PERSON! I–I–I’M A PERSOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!”
“You were a person.” He dug his knuckles deep into the soft, sensitive spaces between my ribs and I snorted and choked. “Past tense. Now you’re a toy.”
“WHY–WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY AREHEHEHEHE YOHOHOHOHOU DOING THIS TO MEHEHEHEHEHEHE?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Because we can,” he told me.
Dark was still tickling my foot, using the feather now. A soft, stiff sensation gliding up and down my foot, then gliding between my toes. Trying to shake it around or curl my toes, and him squeezing my squishy thigh as punishment whenever I did. And apparently he was doing all of this while multitasking.
“Texted Mandy,” he said. “Said, ‘Yeah, it’s fine. Can hear her from all the way downstairs lmao. Just make sure if she pisses the bed to put a towel or something under her. And don’t go easy on her. JB wants her to pass out.’ Wanna grab a towel?”
“Don’t go easy? What’s she think we’ve been doing?” red asked while wiggling his fingers on either side of my neck.
If I hadn’t felt alone and hopeless before, that text sure did it.
“NOHOHOHOHAHHAHAHA! OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE FUCKING STOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAVE TO STOP PLEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASE!”
For once one of them listened, but not for the reason that I wanted. Red shoved the gag back in my mouth, then got off my hips and off the bed. One of Dark’s hands controlled the feather circling the ball of my foot while the other reached all the way back to pinch my side. I jerked away, but his hand followed and kept squeezing the loose skin and making my entire body flail as much as it could.
The feather stopped so he could pinch both of my sides. My back arched up as a result, but that’s just what they wanted. A towel was shoved under my pelvis, and my shorts were pulled down as far as they could go. What they saw made me want to die.
“Holy shit, she’s soaked!” Dark said. “She really is into this.”
“Good. Means she can’t blame us afterwards, she was asking for it.”
“We’re going to feather it?”
“Later. First we need to both get a foot. And make her pee.”
Before I could even register that, their voices sounding miles away by now, I felt their hands grab my feet. My nails dug into my palms and I almost broke my neck shaking my head from side to side to tell them ‘No no no no no no no no’. The terrible feather softly sawing back and forth between my littlest two toes. My foot freaked out, but he held it in place. That had to be Dark, because Red grabbed my toes and pulled my foot taught, then started to scrub.
The noises I made that night were not human. The way I moved and jerked and arched my back was like that of a possessed woman but the only thing being exorcised was my own sanity. I couldn’t stand it couldn’t take it didn’t want it wanted to die if that’s what it took.
“God, you’re so pathetic,” Red said, “what would your parents think if they saw you like this?”
“Probably nothing. I wouldn’t want this thing for a kid,” Dark said. “All she’s good for is being tickled.”
Both of my feet shivered and convulsed. I laughed until tears was running through the gag and down my cheeks. I tried telling them it hurt and I couldn’t breathe, trying to touch their hearts or humanity, hoping they had an ounce of pity for me. A foolish idea, but I had literally nothing else, but that, and my hands that twitched and seized before clenching into tight fists. To keep myself from drawing blood, I gripped the bottom of the headboard. Red pulled my foot back further and laughed while quickly scrubbing my foot up and down, from toes to heel to toes, over and over. Dark left the feather between my squeezed together toes while spidering both sets of nails all over my foot.
My nails clawed into the headboard and left deep crescent gashes in the cherry wood. I almost snapped it in half, hearing it groan and parts of it snap. I saw red and dark and white and stars. They were talking but I wasn’t hearing them. It wasn’t until they high fived that I realized I was peeing myself and onto the towel.
I didn’t beg as they pulled my underwear off. I didn’t plead while feeling them spread my legs further apart and as one of them softly traced the feather over my vagina. When he found the clit, he started to circle it around and around and around while the other guy used the feather on one foot and his fingers on the other. Whoever held the feather used their free hand to drag his fingers over my tummy. I didn’t even mean to pass out. But I did.
I don’t know when it ended. Sometime after a day or a week of clit tickling. In reality, it was a little less than three hours. When the one on my feet stopped, I smelt something that wasn’t my own sweat, urine, or discharge. A marker. I felt things being written on my face. My forehead. My cheeks. My jaw. I wasn’t sure what it was until later. After the tickling ended. After I laid in bed for the next few days heaving and sobbing. After the video got passed around online.
On my jaw, “Someone wet themself.”
On my right and left cheek, “Tickle. Slut.”
And in small print on my forehead, “Tune in next month for round two.”
