The Mumbot (F/fm, fm/F)

[Janbound]

ORIGINOF THE MUMBOT

Julie sighed heavily, her eyes scanning over the endless array of job listings on the screen. The rain outside tapped a monotonous rhythm against the window, echoing the tedium of her search. Her toes wiggled against the cool hardwood floor, a subconscious protest against the confines of the modest house she and her children had been cooped up in for what felt like an eternity. The vibrant red top she wore brought a touch of warmth to the otherwise grey and lifeless day, a stark contrast to the dreary world outside. The soft fabric clung to her curvy figure, revealing that today, as many others since lockdown, she chose not to wear a bra.

Her thoughts drifted to the children's laughter upstairs. James, 10 with his mop of unruly brown hair, and Susan, 11, her pigtails bobbing as she jumped from one spot to the next. They were making the most of their indoor playtime, something she wished she could do as well. But bills didn't pay themselves, and the sudden effective loss of her leisure centre and restaurant manager job , living on government handout, had left her feeling more than a little anxious.

But suddenly, the quiet rhythm of the rain was broken by the thundering of bare feet down the stairs. Before she could even look up from her screen, Susan and James burst into the room, faces flushed with excitement and breathless from their descent. "Mom, we're bored!" they chorused. "Can we play a game?"

Julie couldn't help but smile at their boundless energy. She glanced at the clock on the wall, the hands pointing to the early afternoon. The rain had started to let up a bit, and she knew the kids had been cooped up in their makeshift board game paradise for hours. "What game do you two want to play?" she asked, her voice warm with affection.

James's eyes lit up. "Can we play super heroes and villains? We've got a great idea. We just need you to be the evil villain. Susan nodded eagerly, her pigtails swinging back and forth like a metronome of anticipation.

Julie's smile grew a little wider, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of her lips. "Alright," she said, pushing back from the table and standing up. "But remember, I'm the villain. You two need to build your superhero lair and come up with a plan to stop me!"

With a dramatic flourish, she swished her hair over her shoulder and strutted out of the room, leaving the kids to their task. Upstairs, she retreated to her own domain, the master bedroom that had been her sanctuary through the long months of lockdown. It was a cluttered space, a reflection of her own scattered thoughts. Clothes spilled out of the open closet and books lay in precarious piles around the bed, but she knew it could wait. Fun with her children was important.

Ten minutes later Julie tiptoed down the stairs, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet. She crept across the hallway pausing to listen at the lounge door she heard nothing and gingerly pushed it open. Not a sound. Stopping for unexplained reason she sneaked in. Looking carefully around she could see no sign of her children. “Mwuhaha. Where are those good for nothing hero’s, out to stop me. I’ll get them.”

As she turned to go back to the hall she was suddenly hit on the back of her head by a flying cushion. Julie yelped in surprise and stumbled forward, her hands shooting up to protect herself from any further assaults. Turning round she saw James in the middle of the room taking careful aim with a second cushion. Grabbing the first projectile she stood ready to defend herself.

"Take that you evil villain," James exclaimed as he threw the second cushion. This time Julie caught it with ease and tossed it back at him with a laugh. "Is that the best you got?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Holding her cushion like a sword she charged towards James who grabbed another cushion and prepared to fight back. The foam weaponry flew through the air as they engaged in a playful pillow fight, their laughter bouncing off the walls and mixing with the patter of rain outside.

Julie managed to land a few well-aimed swipes at James' head, his giggles turning into shrieks of feigned pain. He retaliated with a series of quick jabs to her legs and tummy, trying to knock the wind out of her, but she remained steadfast, her maternal instincts honed from countless play battles over the years. The cushions became their shields and swords, the living room their battleground, and the air was filled with the sound of thwacks and feigned grunts of exertion.

James, fueled by his superhero fantasies, proved to be a formidable opponent. His swiftness and agility reminded Julie of the boundless energy she had as a child, and she felt a pang of nostalgia amidst the laughter. As they danced around the coffee table, dodging and parrying, she managed to back him to the sofa then pushed him into his back. Grabbing his wrists together in her left hand she pinned him down and began to lift his shirt with her right hand exposing his tummy.

"Now, you little superhero," she said, her voice full of mock severity, "it's time to spill the beans. What are your secret powers?" James squirmed under her grasp, his cheeks turning pink from both the exertion and the tickles that followed her question. "I'll never tell," he managed to gasp out between giggles.

Julie's fingers danced over his sensitive spots, her nails grazing lightly as she searched for the ultimate tickling spot that would make him crack. She knew James' weaknesses well - the spot under his arm, the sides of his torso, and the crevice of his neck. "Oh, I think you will," she taunted, her own laughter joining his. "No one can resist my tickling torture. Your secret lair, your superhero name, everything."

James's eyes grew wide with feigned horror as he squirmed beneath her touch. "Never," he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with laughter. But his resolve was weakening, the giggles escaping his lips despite his efforts to hold them in. "I won't tell you anything," he managed, his voice quivering as she found the perfect spot and began to tickle him mercilessly.

Just when James was on the verge of capitulating, a flash of movement caught Julie's eye. “Super Susan to the rescue!” Her daughter shouted. Armed with a cushion, she had snuck up behind Julie. The pillow hit her square in the back of the head, knocking momentarily making her pause and forcing her to let go of James. He took the opportunity to roll off the sofa, cackling as he dashed to the safety of the other side of the room.

All three now grabbed cushions and began to hit each other, nothing held back with the soft weapons finding their mark repeatedly, but two against one, despite being their mother , Julie soon found herself genuinely weakening.

Julie stumbled forward, her knees buckling under the unexpected assault. "Chrses," she exclaimed in mock outrage, collapsing dramatically to the floor. The children saw their chance and pounced, cushions in hand, raining down their soft fury upon her. She covered her head with her hands, feigning defeat.

“Quickly.” Shouted James. “We can subdue the Robot without killing it, then discover its plans.” Susan nodded, her eyes glinting with excitement. Julie took a deep breath, and with a sudden twist of her body, she transformed into a robotic villain. Her voice took on a mechanical tone, "Buzz, whir, you're too late, I've already hacked into your superhero database." Her movements grew stiff and jerky, like a robot malfunctioning, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the two young heroes standing over her.

James and Susan took a step back, their grip tightening on their cushions. "We'll show you," exclaimed Susan, and together they swung the cushions in a coordinated attack. The pillows smacked against their mother's back with a series of soft thumps. "Re-boot," murmured Julie, her voice crackling like static.

The robotic impersonation was too much for the children to resist, and they launched into a full-blown cushion assault. They pummeled her with all their might, their laughter mingling with the thuds of cushions connecting with her body. "Re-calculating," she droned, trying to stay in character despite the tickling sensation of the foam against her skin.

She allowed herself to fall face forward, sprawled on the floor, her limbs sticking out at odd angles. "Re-boot," she muttered in a robotic voice, her body going limp as she pretended to shut down.

"Now," whispered James with a conspiratorial look at Susan, "while it's down, we can tie it up!" They dashed to the kitchen and returned with a rolls of washing line. Carefully avoiding the robot's flailing arms, they quickly and efficiently secured Julie’s wrists behind her back and ankles together.

Julie’s eyes grew wide with surprise, a smirk playing at her lips. "Hey! What? I never agreed….” Then Julie laughed at her children’s ingenuity and went back to character. “Rebooting. My movement is impaired, limb malfunction. Reboot.” She tried to struggle, but the knots were tight, and she was too amused to put up much of a fight.

Susan brought a wooden chair from the dining room and positioned it in the center of the room. "We need to tie you up so you can't do any more evil," she said, her voice serious. James nodded solemnly, and together, they dragged the chair over to their "captive." Carefully, they manoeuvred her into a sitting position and began to tie her up more. Julie was surprised even a little shocked at how efficient they were. James tied her elbows together behind the back of the chair, then tied them together the chair back, wrapping more ropes round her chest, above and below boobs like a rope bra. He then tied ropes under her arms and over her shoulders tying her again to the chair.

Susan meanwhile tied Julie’s legs above and below her knees together then tied her ankles to the left chair leg, before wrapping rope round her tummy and thighs to pin her down.

With Mumbot Julie secured, the siblings stepped back and looked at their handiwork. The once powerful villain was now nothing more than a slightly disheveled, yet still curvy, red top clad figure tied to a chair, her hair a mess and a grin on her face.

"Now," James announced with all the gravitas of a seasoned interrogator, "tell us your secret plans."

Mumbot Julie's mechanical voice crackled to life again. "I will never reveal my nefarious plans to you pesky humans," she declared, her eyes gleaming with playful defiance.

James and Susan looked at each other, then back at their mother. They knew they had to up the ante. "We have a secret weapon," Susan announced, her voice full of mystery. She held up a feather.

Julie, as Mumbot, tilted her head in confusion. "A... feather?" she asked, trying to keep her robotic persona.

Susan nodded solemnly. "Yes," she said. "It's not just any feather. It's a truth-telling feather. You'll have to tell the truth. It's a failsafe we picked up in our superhero training."

Julie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Very well," she said, her robotic tone slipping a bit as she tried to keep from laughing. "But remember, you're dealing with an advanced cybernetic organism. You may not like what you hear."

With a flourish, Susan dropped to her knees and gently placed the feather at the tip of Julie's right foot. The touch was unexpectedly soft and tickling, and despite her efforts to stay in character, a giggle escaped her lips. "Ah, the truth-telling feather," she intoned with a dramatic sigh. "You think you can break me with such primitive tactics?"

But as Susan began to tickle the sole of her mother's foot with the feather, James jumped in, attacking her other foot with his own makeshift feather-weapon. The combination of their tickling assault was too much for Julie to bear. She wriggled and squirmed in the chair, her laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. She managed to press the soles of her feet to the floor escaping the worst of the torture and just managed to keep herself sane.

James, noticing their mother's momentary respite, dashed to the living room and dragged another chair over to Susan's side. "I've got an idea," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We can use this chair to keep her in place so she can't move her feet!" They untied Julie’s ankles from the chair leg and lifted her feet up. Julie was puzzled and a little anxious. James pushed the chair so it faced Julie, her lower legs now resting on the seat. Susan tied her mum’s ankles to the chair seat so her soles were now exposed and the feather attacked her bare feet once more.

Julie's eyes widened as the feathers danced over her sensitive skin. "No!" she exclaimed in between giggles. "You'll never get it out of me!" But the tickling was relentless. The siblings took turns, their giggles turning into full-blown laughter as they watched their mother's expressions of mock horror and delight. The final blow came when James ran out of the room returning a few minutes later with a shoelace, which he used to tie their mumbit’s big toes together, then to the vertical bean of the chair’s back so Julie could not even flex her toes together protect herself feet.

The sight of their mother's bare feet tied to the chair back with a shoelace only made James and Susan more determined. They took turns tickling her, their laughter filling the room as she squirmed and squealed. Despite her best efforts to maintain her villainous demeanor, the truth began to slip out between her giggles. "Alright, alright," she finally admitted, her voice still robotic but laced with defeat. "Mercy. Mercy. I'll tell you everything."

Julie, her cheeks flushed from laughter, took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "The mum not army’s plan," she began, her voice cracking with amusement, "is to... to... " She paused, searching for the right words to keep the game going. "To steal all the chocolate biscuits in the country!"

James and Susan gasped in mock horror. "That's terrible!" exclaimed James. "We can't let that happen."

Julie, now fully invested in the game, took a more serious tone as Mumbot. "Your feeble attempts at tickling will not deter me," she said, trying not to smirk at their earnestness. "We have already hidden all the chocolate biscuits in this house.” She nodded towards the kitchen. "But I need more power to execute the final phase of my plan."

The children exchanged a look of horror, then Susan leaned in, her voice a dramatic whisper. "We need to find the chocolate biscuits and save the day."

Julie, still playing along, nodded solemnly. "But beware," she warned. "The chocolate biscuits are heavily guarded by my robot minions." She glanced down at her tied feet. "If only I could move. I could show you the secret hiding place."

With a look of determination, James turned to Susan and whispered, "We need to blindfold and gag her so she can't see where we're going or give orders to her mumbot minions." Susan nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. They dashed upstairs to grab the long football socks they had not used since February when lockdown started. Stuffing one into Julie’s mouth, they used a second over her eyes as a makeshift blindfold and tied a third between her teeth.

Julie, now bound and silenced, could only listen as her children's litter latter footsteps grew quieter and quieter, their whispers fading into the distance. She struggled against the ropes, trying to keep her giggles to a minimum so they would think their plan was working. The thought of them running around the house, playing out their superhero fantasies, brought a warmth to her heart that surpassed the chilly drafts that snuck in through the windows.

When the quiet had stretched for a few minutes, she heard their footsteps growing louder again. They were coming back, and they were not empty-handed. The crunch of crisps grew closer, followed by the sweet aroma of chocolate biscuits. The children had found the snack stash she had hidden away for emergencies.

James and Susan re-entered the lounge, their eyes gleaming with mischief. They held up the loot in front of their mother's blindfolded face, waving the chocolate biscuits and crisps under her nose. "Mwahaha," James cackled, "Look what we found, Mumbot. We're eating your stolen treasure!"

Julie, still bound to the chair and blindfolded, could feel the tantalizing scent of the chocolate biscuits teasing her senses. Worse still was the tang if her favourite salt and vinegar crisps. She squirmed in her seat, her body reacting to the delicious smell and the playful torment of her children. Despite her gag, she managed to mumble a robotic protest. "You will pay for this treachery, mere mortals."

The children giggled as they sat on the floor in front of her, their eyes wide with excitement. They tore open the packet of chocolate biscuits, the sound of the plastic ripping filling the room like a tiny explosion of delight. James took one and broke it in half, the sweet crunch echoing in the otherwise silent room. He stood next to his mother’s face and held it to his mouth and took a dramatic bite, his chewing exaggerated to annoy their mother. Susan followed suit, savouring the taste of victory as much as the cookie.

Julie’s stomach grumbled, the sweet scent of chocolate and the salty tang of the crisps making her mouth water. She pulled against her bindings, the ropes biting into her skin but she couldn’t get free. She listened as they popped crisps into their mouths and crunched down, the sound sending shivers down her spine.

"You know, you're not really supposed to eat chocolate biscuits before dinner," she mumbled through her gag.

Her words were barely audible, but the children paused in their snacking to look up at her with wide eyes. "But Mumbot," Susan protested, her voice muffled by the mouthful of biscuit, "These aren't just any chocolate biscuits. These are stolen goods. We're just making sure they're not dangerous."

Julie couldn't help but smile at their logic, even with the sock in her mouth. She nodded slightly, giving them silent permission to continue their feast. They were enjoying themselves, and she knew it was important to let them have this victory. After all, it wasn't every day they got to outsmart their mother.

Time passed, and the rain outside grew heavier. The children had polished off the chocolate biscuits and crisps, leaving only crumbs scattered across the floor. The silence grew, punctuated only by the occasional sigh of satisfaction or slurp of a drink. Eventually, James looked up at Susan with a glint in his eye. "We should probably let her go," he whispered, nodding towards their mother.

Susan nodded solemnly and they approached their mother, who had remained still the whole time. Carefully, they began to untie her, their little hands fumbling with the knots. As the last rope was loosened, the blindfold was removed, revealing a face flushed from laughing and a mouth slightly damp from the gag.

Julie took a deep breath, the sock in her mouth coming free with a wet plop on the floor. "Thank goodness," she exclaimed, her eyes watering a bit from the pressure. She leaned back in the chair, stretching out her legs with a sigh of relief. "You two are definitely going to be the next generation of superheroes."

“Now make me a cup of tea, and, since you have stuffed yourself with snacks, you two can cook tonight.” Julie said, her voice still a bit muffled from having the gag for so long, her tone playfully stern. She watched as her children scurried to the kitchen, whispering and giggling to each other as they tried to decide what they could whip up for dinner.

Julie surveyed the rope marks on her arms and legs, thankful for the first time, that lockdown meant she would not be meeting anyone else today.



RETURN OFTHE MUMBOT

As changeable as ever , after yesterday’s endless rain, today is glorious sunshine and Susan and James were running round the garden barefoot having good fun in these funny times. Julie was taking a break from cooking and cleaning , sitting in the lounge putting a delicate shade of pink polish on her finger and toenails.

Julie was forming a mischievous grin in her face, remembering the thrill of being tied up and “tortured” by her children the previous day as she played the evil Mumbot android to their Super Sue and Jameks unnamed superhero. Suddenly James and Susan burst through the patio door, their eyes wide with excitement.

“Mom, we figured it out!” James exclaimed, holding up a tangled mess of rope that had been left from their adventure.

“We’ve worked out how to defeat the evil Mumbot so you can’t escape!” Susan added with a giggle, her cheeks rosy from the outdoor fun.

Julie looked at them with feigned horror, playing along with their imaginative game. “Oh no, not the Mumbot again! Whatever will I do?” She pretended to be worried but her heart was warmed by their creativity and the joy on their faces. Despite the challenges of the lockdown, she was grateful for these moments of connection. “Just remember. I have Evil superpowers too.” She said wiggling her fingers and toes.

The children’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they huddled together, whispering a plan that only they could hear. After a few minutes, they turned to her and announced, “Mumbot, we’re going to hide in the garden and you have to find us. You’ve got five minutes. If you do, we promise we won’t tie you up again today!” They giggled and dashed outside before she could protest.

Julie couldn’t help but chuckle at their clever twist on their game from yesterday. She took a moment to admire her freshly painted nails and the way the sunlight danced across the living room floor before deciding to indulge in their little challenge. Stepping out and feeling the cool grass under her bare feet she took a deep breath and enjoyed the warm embrace of the sunshine. On the patio table she spotted a super soaker water gun with “Mumbot Cannon” written in the side in red lettering. Picking it up she began to look round the garden for signs of where her kids might be hiding.

The garden was a delightful mix of color and life with blooming flowers, towering trees and a small playhouse that James and Susan had built together in previous summers. It was their secret fortress and it had been a favorite hiding spot in past games of hide and seek. However, they had become quite creative since growing up and their hiding spots had grown more ingenious with each passing day when simple hide and seek was no more. She knew she had to stay sharp.

Julie strolled down the garden path, the water from the Mumbot Cannon sloshing gently in the plastic chamber, ready to soak any heroic figures that came into her sights. She glanced around the lush greenery, peeking behind bushes and checking the shadows cast by the trees, all the while keeping an eye out for any movement that might give them away.

Suddenly, a jet of water shot out from a bush she had just passed, narrowly missing her. She squealed in surprise, spinning around to face her attacker. Through the spray, she could see James hiding, his laughter echoing as he took cover once more. “You’re going down, Mumbot!” he shouted, gearing up for another round of aquatic assault.

Julie’s competitive spirit ignited and she dashed back to the patio, her bare feet splashing through a small puddle, firing her gun into the bush. She stopped. The garden was silent except for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional giggle escaping from the foliage. She crept closer to the bush, her heart pounding with excitement.

Just as she was about to peek into the greenery, a sudden deluge of water bombs rained down from the sky, showering her in a burst of cold liquid. A dozen water balloons crashed down on her, soaking her red T-shirt and leaving her hair sticking to her face in wet, clumpy strands. She shrieked with surprise and laughter, droplets glittering in the sun as they fell from her nose and chin.

Looking up,I to the tree above her she was hit square in the face by another balloon. Rubbing the water from her eyes and expecting to one of he children she saw instead a string bag with a rope leading from it. A clever booby trap.

Julie followed the rope with her eyes as it snaked through the garden. It led her to a particularly thick bush with a suspiciously large lump in it. She raised the Mumbot Cannon and took aim, firing a powerful stream of water into the foliage. There was a shriek and a flurry of movement as Susan bolted out of the bush, her clothes drenched, her hair plastered to her face.

Julie couldn’t help but laugh as she gave chase, the rope forgotten in her excitement. Susan was fast, but the wet grass made her slip and slide, giving Julie the advantage. She sped up, her bare feet leaving a trail of wet footprints on the lawn. The children’s laughter grew as they realized she was gaining on them.

Suddenly, James jumped out from behind a tree with the garden hose in hand, the nozzle aimed directly at her. He grinned mischievously and opened the valve, sending a powerful spray of water arching through the air towards her. Julie squealed and tried to dodge, but she was too slow. The water hit her full on, soaking her from head to toe. The cold shock was a stark contrast to the warm sun, and she gasped as it plastered her T-shirt and shorts to her body, revealing the darker fabric of her bra beneath.

The children’s laughter grew louder as they realized their plan was working. James and Susan had conspired to use water as a weapon to defeat the dreaded Mumbot. “Great” shouted James turning the hose off. “All that water will corrupt her circuits.” They both cheered and did a victory dance around their soaking wet mother.

Julie, now fully drenched, decided to play along. She staggered back a few steps, her movements jerky and mechanical, like a malfunctioning robot. “Mumbot systems failing,” she announced in a robotic voice, her arms waving about. Then, with an over-exaggerated flourish, she let out a dramatic gasp and collapsed to the ground, her limbs sprawling outwards like a ragdoll.

James and Susan looked at each other, their grins widening. “Quick!” James exclaimed, dropping the garden hose. “Let’s tie her up before she dries out and reboots!” They rushed over, to the rope that coiled in the corner.

Julie felt coils being tightened around each wrist and her arms pulled away from her body. She suddenly heard a hammering sound. Opening her eyes and turning to her left she saw Susan hammering a tent peg into the lawn and tying the other end of the rope round it.

"What are you doing?" Julie shrieked, an hint of alarm in her voice.

"We're securing the Mumbot!" James replied with glee, his teeth chattering slightly from the cold water.

Julie watched as Susan hammered in another tent peg to the right of her, and then another two at her feet. Before she knew it, the children had tied her securely between the four pegs, her arms and legs stretched wide, like a human spider caught in a web of their own making. The ropes were tight, but not painfully so, and she could feel the warmth of the sun on her wet skin as it began to evaporate the water from her clothes.

"Now, Mumbot," James said, kneeling beside her with a smug expression, "once you're fully dried out, you'll reboot and we can interrogate you. Tell us your secrets or face the wrath of Super Sue and..." He paused for dramatic effect, "Jameks!"

Julie's mind raced as the cold water continued to drip from her hair and the sun warmed her skin. She had to think quickly to keep the game going and maintain her children's interest. "Your primitive human tactics won't work on me!" she exclaimed, trying to sound as robotic as possible. "My systems are waterproof and will self-repair."

“Week see about that.” Said Susan. “Let’s go into our HQ and get the torture tools.” Both children ran )not the house leaving a rather wet Julie slowly warming up and drying in the afternoon sun.

Julie couldn’t help but feel a bit like a soggy ragdoll stuck in a game she had helped to create. But she knew this was a chance to give her kids the thrill of victory and the joy of being the heroes of their own adventure, along with her own secret thrill of being tied up. She waited patiently, her imagination running wild with what kind of “torture tools” they would come up with, wiggling her fingers and feet from time to time.

Just as she was starting to feel the first hints of a sunburn, she heard the a voice over the fence. She turned her head to the side and saw Jan, her blonde neighbor, peeking over the wooden barricade. Jan’s eyes widened in surprise and a hint of curiosity as she took in the scene. “Julie, are you okay?” she called out, her voice laced with concern.

Julie realized that from Jan’s perspective, it must look like she had stumbled into some kind of backyard bondage scenario. She chuckled to herself, knowing that Jan had a penchant for dramatic gossip. “Just doing a spot of sunbathing, Jan!” she shouted back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She gave Jan a knowing wink and watched as the confusion melted away from her neighbor’s face, replaced with a knowing smile. Jan had always been in on the kids’ games and was quite the accomplice in their adventures.

“You’ll get some strange tan lines from those ropes!” Jan said with a hint of a giggle in her voice. At that moment The sound of rummaging came from the house as James and Susan gathered their makeshift interrogation tools. The anticipation grew as the door slammed open and the patter of their bare feet on flagstones approached. Julie could feel the tension in the ropes and the heat of the sun on her skin. She was going to get some strange tan lines from this escapade, she thought to herself. The very idea of it made her feel alive and free in a way that was in stark contrast to the confines of the lockdown.

“You need to put some sunscreen in your mum if you’re keeping her there all afternoon you know.” Winked Jan.

Julie nodded and called back. “Don’t give them ideas. All afternoon indeed!”

“We never thought of that.” Said James.

“All afternoon.” Echoed Susan.

Julie felt the tug of the ropes as James and Susan tightened them around her wrists and ankles. She knew she would be here for a while, and the thought of being a captive in their game filled her with a strange sense of comfort. Despite the world outside being uncertain and confined, here she was, playing the villain in her kids’ superhero adventure, feeling more alive than she had in weeks.

“Well, I guess I’m at your mercy, young heroes,” she said with a dramatic sigh.

“Well I wish I could dive over and come to your rescue.” Said Jan laughing under her breath. “But rules are rules and I can’t come within 2 metres if you and certainly can’t come round to your house. It looks like yours on your own. Don’t forget the sunscreen.” Jan went back to her garden, kicked her flip flops off and lay back in the sun.

Julie watched as Jan disappeared from view and felt a sudden pang of envy. She wished she could be lying out in the sun without the ropes and the wet clothes but she knew this was the price she had to pay to keep her kids’ spirits high. The sunscreen bottle was lying next to her on the lawn. She shouted over to James. “Could you be a dear and rub some of that sunscreen onto me?” She knew full well that the rules of their game meant she would have to ask for mercy from her captors.

James and Susan exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with the excitement of their new role. They approached their mother, the sunscreen held like a treasure trove. James popped the cap and squeezed a generous dollop into his palm, while Susan began to rub the cream on one of her legs. “But Mumbot, we need to make sure your circuits don’t overheat!” she exclaimed.

Julie’s eyes widened in mock fear. “Oh no, not that! Anything but that!” she exclaimed, her voice crackling with laughter.

James and Susan couldn’t resist the bait. They used large quantities of sunscreen and began to apply it to her arms and legs, their tiny hands moving in slow, deliberate circles that sent tickles up and down her body. “We must be thorough, Mumbot,” James said with a straight face, his fingers dancing over her skin. Susan followed suit, her movements a bit more tentative but equally playful.

Julie tried to maintain her composure as giggles bubbled up in her chest. The sensation of their tiny hands and the cool cream against her skin was surprisingly relaxing. “Is this part of the interrogation?” she asked, her voice strained with the effort of not breaking into laughter.

“Affirmative, Mumbot.” James said, as he applied the sunscreen to her neck. His fingers tickled the sensitive skin under her ear, making her squirm in her restraints.

“James, remember I’m not supposed to feel pleasure, or pain! I’m a robot” she protested, trying to keep a straight face.

“Your face tells a different story mumbot.” Said Susan as she tickled both of Julie’s bare feet.

Julie couldn’t help but laugh out loud, her body writhing against the ropes as James joined in, his fingers dancing up her legs and into the crooks of her elbows and neck. She felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the sunscreen. Her children’s laughter was infectious, and she gave in to the joy of the moment, her eyes watering from the tickles.

As Susan reached for the sunscreen, James grabbed her wrist. “Not so fast, Susan! We have to be extra thorough with Mumbot’s sensitive areas!” With that, they both pounced on her, their nimble fingers tickling her neck, underarms, and feet with a newfound enthusiasm.

Julie squirmed and giggled uncontrollably, her laughter echoing through the garden. “Mercy, young heroes! Mercy!” she pleaded, her voice muffled by the giggles. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed the sensation of their little hands on her skin, the tickles a delightful form of torture.

On the other side of the fence, Jan lay back on her sun lounger, her eyes closed under two slices of cucumber. Hearing the scene unfolding in her neighbor’s garden. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in Julie’s place, tied up and at the mercy of her own children. It had been a while since Jan had felt that kind of carefree abandon, and the sight of her friend’s bound form brought a wistful smile to her face. Her own two kids were grown and had moved out long ago, leaving her with a quiet, empty house that felt especially so during the lockdown.

Her thoughts drifted to the past, when she used to play similar games with her children. She remembered the laughter, the squeals of delight, and the feeling of the warm sun on her skin as they painted her with water and chased her around the garden. The memory made her feel a little sad, but mostly it stirred a longing for those carefree days.

Jan listened as James and Susan continued to tickle their mother, their laughter mingling with the distant sounds of the neighbourhood. The scene was so vivid and joyous, it was hard not to be drawn into their world of imagination. Jane mind drifted off to a scenario where she was all tied up gagged and helpless bring tickled by two little demons.

Julie’s giggles grew louder as the tickling became more intense, her body jolting with every touch. She was a good sport, letting them continue their game, knowing that it brought them happiness and a much needed distraction from the monotony of lockdown life. But she had her limits.

“Alright, alright! You win, I confess!” she exclaimed, trying to catch her breath. “But only if you promise to stop tickling me!”

“Oh confessing won’t help you. We know you are mumbot.” Said Susan.

“We want to know. Erm. Want to know……” James stuttered, trying to keep his laughter at bay as Susan took over, her voice more serious. “What is your evil plan, Mumbot?”

“I’ve told you. My mumbot army will steal all the chocolate biscuits in the whole wide world.” Julie said trying to keep a straight face.

“But why?!” James exclaimed, his eyes wide with feigned horror.

Julie took a deep breath, summoning her most sinister robotic voice. “Because, young heroes, chocolate biscuits are the source of all joy and happiness. Without them, the human race will fall into despair, making it easier for me to rule the world! Mwwuhahahahahaha!” Julie tried her best evil laugh.

James and Susan looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They had never heard their mother come up with such a creative and diabolical plan before. They were in it now, fully invested in the game.

“Ah, but you forgot one thing, Mumbot!” James said, his voice suddenly serious. “We have our secret weapon!” He held up a handful of ballpoint pens and feathers, his grin mischievous.

Julie felt her heart skip a beat as the cold tip of an ice cube touched her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. The children had taken their game to a new level, using everyday objects to tickle and torment her in a way that was both ingenious and slightly alarming. The sensation was strange, a mix of cold and pressure that made her skin come alive with sensation.

"Ice cube interrogation!" she squealed, trying to arch away from the icy assault. The children took turns, their giggles turning into full-blown laughter as they watched their mother's reactions. James produced a bundle of feathers, which he proceeded to tickle her with, tracing them along the length of her arms and legs. The feathers were soft and tickly, and she couldn't help but giggle and squirm against her restraints.

But Susan had something else in mind. She had remembered the last time they had played this game, when she had discovered that the most sensitive part of Mumbot was the soles of her feet. She took a few steps back, her bare feet leaving wet imprints on the drying grass. Then, with a determined look on her face, she approached her mother, the infamous four coloured biro in her hand.

Julie’s eyes followed Susan’s movements warily, knowing that she was up to something. As Susan reached her, she paused for a moment, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Then, without warning, Susan began to scribble on the soles of her mother’s feet with the pen. The coldness of the ink was a shock at first, but soon it turned into a tickling sensation that had Julie squirming in her bonds.

“Ahh! Stop it, you little rascals!” she yelled, trying to pull her feet away. But James was ready, holding her ankles firmly to the ground. “You’re just too good at this, Susan!” she exclaimed through her giggles as the children began to play noughts and crosses on the soles of her feet in multicoloured ball point pen scribble.

Jan, who had been listening from her sun lounger, couldn’t help but chuckle at the commotion. She knew the kids were just having fun, but the noise was starting to become a little too much for the quiet afternoon. She sat up and wandered to the fence then called over, her voice a mix of amusement and a hint of annoyance. “Hey, James! Susan! You know your mom’s got quite the set of lungs on her, doesn’t she? Maybe you should gag her before she wakes up the whole street!”

[Caesar73]

A truly wonderful Story @Janbound bound! Julie is a fantastic Mumbot - she plays the Robot so wonderfully!

[Redman]

That was a fun read. Thank you for sharing this.

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

@Janbound , Great story! I always enjoy reading your fun tales. Thank you for writing and sharing them with us.

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! I hope that you will write a sequel where Jan joins the children in tickling Julie.

[Janbound]

As you may have guessed neighbour Jan is me. And I’m wondering how to get myself involved: additional tormentor of Jan! Second prisoner if the children, collaborator if the mum it in kidnapping the children.


Btw. I5 is not a vote story. I’ll have a think, nut I have too many unfinished stories at present.