Sneaky Sara (M+F+/F)

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Sara was a cute 12 years old girl and she had recently moved out of town, her father had changed jobs, and for this reason they had left the house in the big city and moved to a small country village, nestled in the hills in a large country house that had belonged to her great-grandparents.
Of course all her friends from school had remained in the city, she had said goodbye to them on the last day of school, the first days of June, then a few days later they had left and now a summer awaited her in that strange and new and probably exciting place.
She was sad about having to leave her old life, and all her friends, but she was also sure that she would find new ones, and in general she was quite positive about it. Sure it would happen in September, when she would start attending the new school, but maybe if she played it right she would meet someone even before, she had seen other kids around the village, and now she was on a mission to find out where they were.
The house where she had gone to live was a large farmhouse, typical of the area, with a large three-story farmhouse, made of dark stones, dating back perhaps to the Middle Ages, perhaps shortly after, with large and cavernous warehouses on the ground floor, and external stairs to reach the upper floors where the inhabited part of the house was.
Perhaps once it was an isolated house, but now apart from a little land around it, the other houses were close together, and the gravel road that led to the center of the small village was not long, perhaps 15 minutes on foot.
She had run along it, almost, in her dark sneakers, which she had worn with shorts and a short T-shirt that revealed her belly: it was a really hot day.
Sara had identified her targets, a group of kids who looked about her age, half a dozen, four boys and two girls, who seemed to have met on one side of the town's central square, a large square of cobblestones adorned with two rows of large, shady trees that protected the facades of the houses where the town's few shops were located from the sun.
They were gathered around a bench, until, suddenly, they decided to move out of the square, along a road that went flowers from the village.
She decided to follow them at a certain distance.
They reached an old and large agricultural warehouse, which seemed more than abandoned, unused but in excellent condition.
They opened a gap in the front door and entered, then closed it.
She remained outside, looking at the dark walls of the warehouse, hidden behind a bush, unsure of what to do.
She could have just knocked and said, "Hi, I'm Sara, I'm new here, can we make friends?" but that would have embarrassed her, so after some thought, she decided to find another way.
She began to walk around the warehouse cautiously, until she found what she was looking for: another entrance.
The warehouse had windows, but they were all high up, and barred by iron bars, in addition to the large main door, through which a tractor could easily have entered, but which, apart from the opening through which the children had entered was barred, there was behind it, on the other side, a small wooden door, closed with a padlock, but the lower part was ruined and eaten away enough to create a gap.
The passage was very narrow, but she was a very slim and thin girl, and without thinking too much, she got down on her stomach and began to crawl under the passage. She passed with her head bent to the side, then pushing with her legs and feet, and dragging herself with her hands, she passed the rest of her body.
She was almost completely through the gap, intent on not making any noise, when she realized there were four pairs of sneakers surrounding her.
She arched up to look at the four boys surrounding her but there was no time because they grabbed her and started pulling her inside.
Lenna maneuvered her sneakers and they got stuck in the door.
The boys were forced to take them off to carry her inside quickly.
They laid her down on her stomach again in the middle of the warehouse, which was mostly empty except for some old furniture and a large sofa, on which the two girls of the group were sitting curled up, unlike the boys they were wearing flip-flops instead of sneakers, and now they were in front of them on the floor, while they had pulled their legs up on the sofa and were barefoot.
No one said anything, but one of the boys held her down, and another grabbed her wrists, twisting them behind her back and starting to tie her hands with rope. When her arms were completely blocked, the group of urchins remained in a circle watching her, the situation was so paradoxical that Sara didn't even try to free herself.
"Tie her ankles," said one, and let's question her.
No sooner said than done, they tied her up, lowering her socks to put the ropes on the skin of her ankles, and then they turned her sitting up.
She didn't expect this, a few minutes before she was outside and trying to figure out what to do, now, instead, she was tied up and a prisoner of a group of kids she didn't know.
And they were about to interrogate her, scenes of torture from spy movies came to mind.
"So..." said one of the boys.
"My name is Sara, I moved from [name of large mysterious city] a few days ago and I'm here to get to know you, that's all" she said in one breath.
The group of kids was astonished.
"But this isn't fun, you have to resist a bit, we haven't even started questioning you."
"Oh." Sara said "you don't really want to hurt me?"
"Well, no, come on, at most I'll tease you a little and tickle you." one of the boys said honestly.
Sara's brain started to whirl quickly: it was a game, certainly a strange game that she wasn't used to, but they were playing and it was the key to getting into the group, they wanted her to be a prisoner? and she would be their prisoner.
“Okay then, go ahead,” she said.
In fact, her predictions were underestimated, because one of the boys, after observing her, took off her socks leaving her barefoot, and then began to slowly run his fingers under the soles of her feet, while another held her still. Sara exploded, she had every intention of resisting as much as she could, but no, that delicate touch was unbearable, she had to laugh and shake herself to avoid it.
another boy joined in holding her down and the fourth from behind began to search for her hips and belly, exposed by her short T-shirt, to tickle her.
Soon the idea of the interrogation was over and it was just the tickling, obviously after a few minutes they left her, red in the face and panting.
"Someone is ticklish," said one of the girls, who had stood up to get a better look.
"Let's tie her up on the hooks," said the other girl.
One of the boys lifted her up, her ankles were still tied so he was holding her by her armpits, but above all putting her bare feet on that ground made her uncomfortable, but he watched the other girl who had not put on flip-flops when she stood up.
They untied her wrists and a boy asked her: "Do you have anything under your shirt?" a rhetorical question because it was clear that she had nothing on.
"No, don't undress me, please." she begged.
"No, we don't do that, but next time put something under your shirt." he said pointing to the girl who was standing, who quickly took off her shirt, revealing a lacy bikini top on her slim and already tanned body.
"Today we'll just roll up your shirt, but next time we'll take it off even if you have nothing underneath."

Next time? she thought, wow.

her wrists were tied in front, and then she was hooked by a rope to a hook that hung from chains above her, the chain was movable and was pulled a little tight by a winch on the wall, until she could only touch it with her toes.
Her shirt was rolled up to the bare minimum to cover her, including the sleeves until there was a gap for her armpits.
In that position it was very clear that she had a lot of ribs.
This time it was all six of them who put their fingers on her skin to tickle her, everywhere, she wiggled as much as she could, hanging like a salami, every now and then she lost the grip of her toes on the ground and remained hanging by her arms.
She was grateful for being light.
It was probably a few minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime of laughter and pleas for mercy, but when they stopped tickling she was covered in sweat, red in the face, and so tired that she was hanging limply from her bonds.

"Second round?" one of the boys asked her.
"No, please, no, anything but no, I give up." she said panting.
"So, what do you say? We release her?" she asked the others.
"It depends on whether she agrees to be our subject" one of the girls said.
Sara looked at them puzzled.
"So, these are the rules, you do what we say and obey our orders and no shoes or socks, bare feet all the time."

Sara wasn't very convinced, being barefoot wasn't her thing, but it was a way to be with them, and above all, the feeling that game had given her was very strong, not for a single minute had she wanted to be somewhere else, so she accepted.

[Redman]

Wow, Sara really stepped in it! But at least she made some new friends. This was an enjoyable read, and I hope that Sara gets "interrogated" again.

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maybe, who know: the summer is just started