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Treasure Hunt (M/F)

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Treasure Hunt (M/F)

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It’s a bright summer day, perfect for the game I invented. Ashley, my sister, and I are playing a game that involves hiding a key to a treasure in our garden. The girls hide the key and then themselves, while I have to find them and bring them to my my room where I’ll question them to discover the key's location.

After spending 10 minutes preparing the room for my future captive, I sprint out into the garden. I spot Ashley first. She giggles as I close the distance, but soon she’s in my grasp. I carry her to my room.

Once inside, I sit her on a chair and take out the ropes I had hidden. I tie her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists and securing them tightly to the chair. She’s effectively immobilized, unable to escape. A rope around the bottom of the chair secures her ankles. Ashley is wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and jeans shorts, and she has above average size breasts.

Ashley seems to enjoy the role-playing, acting like a real prisoner. She fakes a struggle.

"I'll never tell you where it is," she declares defiantly.

I decide to test her resolve.

I sit down on her lap, my weight pressing her into the chair. Her bound arms and legs shift slightly, straining against their ropes. I lean in close, my hands running through her long, straight brown hair. My fingers tangle gently in her locks, pulling them slightly to test her reaction.

Ashley’s head tilts back as I tug at her hair, and she lets out a soft, surprised gasp. Her body tenses against the chair, and she starts to squirm, her hips shifting under me. Her restrained wrists pull at their bindings, straining as if trying to find some freedom. The ropes binding her ankles cause her legs to jiggle slightly with each movement, adding to her struggle.

As I continue to play with her hair, I run my fingers through it, twisting and pulling gently. Ashley’s attempts to resist become more frantic. She tries to turn her head away from my touch, her eyes widening as she feels the pressure of my grip on her hair. Her cheeks flush slightly, and a small, muffled sound escapes her lips—half protest, half amusement.

"You really don’t want to tell me where the key is, do you?" I tease, my breath warm against her ear. My fingers keep up their gentle tugging and stroking, making her head tilt in the direction of my touch.

Ashley’s bound arms strain against the chair as she tries to wriggle free. Her wrists twist awkwardly, testing the strength of the knots, while her legs shift and kick lightly, but the ropes keep them firmly in place. Despite her best efforts, her attempts to escape only seem to intensify the sensations, making her more vulnerable to my teasing.

She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of defiance and excitement. The playful struggle adds to the thrill of the game, and I can see her enjoyment in the way she meets my gaze, even as she tries to maintain her resolve.

With her wrists tied and her ankles secured, Ashley is completely at my mercy. I let my fingers trace along her neck, down to her shoulders, and back up to her hair. She shivers slightly, but stays in character. "Tell me where the key is," I demand, my tone both playful and serious.

She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Never," she whispers.

I take another length of rope and tie it around her waist, securing her even more firmly to the chair. She squirms, testing her bonds, but they're too tight.

"You look good like this," I admit, my eyes meeting hers. She smiles, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"And what will you do if I still don't tell you?" she asks, her voice a mix of challenge and curiosity.

I step closer, my hands returning to her hair, tugging gently. "I'll find other ways to persuade you," I promise.

A mischievous idea strikes me. "Let's see how ticklish you are," I say, wiggling my fingers teasingly in front of her.

Ashley's eyes widen. "You wouldn't dare," she challenges, but I can see the flicker of excitement in her eyes.

"Oh, I would," I reply with a grin. I start gently, my fingers skimming her sides, just above her waistband. She jumps, a surprised giggle escaping her lips.

"Stop!" she laughs, squirming in her bonds. "I'll never tell!"

I ignore her protests and continue, my fingers dancing over her ribs and up to her underarms. Ashley's laughter fills the room, her struggles growing more frantic. "No! Stop it! Please!" she gasps between giggles.

I pause for a moment, giving her a chance to catch her breath. "Ready to tell me where the key is?" I ask, knowing her answer already.

She shakes her head, still smiling. "Never," she repeats, her defiance mingling with her amusement.

"Have it your way," I say, diving back in. This time, I target her most sensitive spots, my fingers relentless. Ashley's laughter becomes uncontrollable, her body writhing as much as her restraints allow.

Her laughter fills the room again, but this time I have another idea. I grab a pair of clean socks from my drawer and look at her with a mischievous grin.

"No, you wouldn't," she says, realizing my intention.

"Oh, I would," I say, rolling up the socks. I move closer to her, but she turns her head away, trying to resist.

"Come on, Ashley, it’s just part of the game," I coax, but she remains defiant, shaking her head vigorously.

I gently hold her chin, trying to keep her still. "Hold still," I whisper, trying to soothe her. She keeps struggling.

With a swift but gentle motion, I press the socks against her lips. She tries to keep her mouth closed, but eventually, I manage to slip them in. Ashley’s eyes are wide with surprise, but she doesn’t resist further. I can see the mix of excitement and defiance in her gaze.

To ensure the gag stays in place, I grab a scarf and wrap it around her mouth, securing the socks inside. I tie it tightly at the back of her head, making sure it won’t slip off. Ashley’s muffled protests are barely audible now, her mouth effectively gagged.

With her laughter now muffled, I resume my tickling assault, my fingers dancing over her exposed skin. Ashley squirms and writhes, her muffled giggles and protests only adding to the fun. Her cheeks flush.

"Where is the key?" I ask again, my voice playful but firm. She shakes her head, her eyes still defiant, even as she struggles to keep her laughter in check.

I focus on her most ticklish spots, my fingers relentless in their quest for the hidden key. Ashley's body convulses with laughter, her attempts to resist growing weaker with each passing moment. Despite the gag, her joy and excitement are evident in every muffled giggle and twitch.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally stop, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Ashley's face is flushed, and she looks at me with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. I gently remove the gag, letting her breathe freely again.

"Ready to tell me now?" I ask, my tone softening.

She shakes her head, still smiling. "Never," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the laughter.

I can't help but admire her determination. "Alright, you win," I say, leaning in to untie her bonds. Carefully, I free her wrists and ankles, rubbing the spots where the ropes had held her tightly.

Ashley stretches, shaking out her arms and legs. "That was intense," she admits, a wide grin on her face.

"I hope it was fun," I say, feeling a bit sheepish.

"It was," she assures me, pulling me into a hug. "But next time, I get to be the captor."

I laugh, nodding. "Deal."
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I really enjoyed your story! Your vivid descriptions and the playful dynamic between the characters made it a truly engaging read. Keep up the great work—I’m looking forward to more of your stories!
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Canuck100 wrote: 10 months ago I really enjoyed your story! Your vivid descriptions and the playful dynamic between the characters made it a truly engaging read. Keep up the great work—I’m looking forward to more of your stories!
Thanks a lot :)
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Post by copperfox »

Even with the threat of being sock-gagged and intense tickling, Ashley still wouldn’t give in…that’s some fierce determination! I wonder if you will be so strong-willed when it’s your turn to be tied and interrogated? :D

Great story…looking forward to hearing more of your fun adventures with your sister!
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Wonderful story! Thank you so much for sharing. I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you so much for sharing. 😷❤️
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Post by Ovi1 »

Great story! Thank you for sharing
I believe you would be a lot more comfortable in ropes
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