01 - Ticklish sleep-over
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By Kelly
Friday, July 2nd 2004 - 02:19:16 PM
Ticklish sleep-over
There i was 12 years old at the mercy of my friends.
We were playing truth or dare and Laurie had dared me to let her tie me up. I accepted in good spirit of the game, assuming they'd free me soon after.
Jennifer and Brittany helped her as i layed compliant on the bed, using a bed sheet to pull both my arms to the headboard, pj bottoms on one leg, a neck tie on the other, my legs where tied to the footboard. Laurie tested my bonds, retying Jennifer's loose job on my one wrist, and i found myself in a near uncomfortable spread-eagle position.
We all where giggling and having fun, my friends sitting on the bed on either side of me.
It was my turn, "truth or dare?" i asked Brittany.
She didn't answer.
I was dressed in pink pj's and in my stretched out position my top rose up enough to show my bellybutton. Brittany with a glint in her eye drew the long nail of her index finger over my navel, which drew a squeek out of me. My friends all laughed at me.
I was filled with dread. The reaction had caused the three of them to perk up, and like minded they where hovering over me, there eyes glance between each other with maniacal smiles, they where going to tickle me. I was super-hyper ticklish and hated to be tickled. Knowing what was probly coming i thrashed violently as i could with very limited movement against my restraints. They paused giggling and watched me struggle. Realising there what no chance of getting free, I pleaded, "ok, my turns over, untie me guys"
I was in big trouble.
We were having a sleep-over at Laurie's and her parents never bothered us, no matter how much noise we made, unless it was after 11, and that was 3 hours away.
Brittany climbed on me straddling my waist, thus removing any free movement i had, and began undoing my pj shirt from the bottom up, then pulling it up and away up my bound arms above my head. Fortunately i had a muscle shirt on under it (which i normally ended up sleeping in anyway), but unluckily the small shirt left my armpits and midriff bare.
"Are we going to tickle her?" Jennifer asked, lamely, as if it wasn't obvious.
Laurie removed my socks leaving my feet bare and helpless.
I started screaming and pleading struggling uselessly against my bonds. This was one of the most fucked up things my friends had ever done to me.
My pleads melted into screaming-laughter as they tortured me. Brittany worked my torso, her 10 wicked nails lightly tormenting my stomach, sides, ribs, neck and armpits, constantly moving in a relentless attack that nearly drove me out of my mind.
Laurie helped me loose my mind completely, joining the torture and scratching lightly on either of my helpless bare feet.
Out of my head, eyes clenched and tearing, head bashing around with a fury for it was all i could move, Jennifer climbed above me straddling my arms and went to dedicated tickling on my armpits, leaving Brittany to focus on my belly, sides, ribs and navel.
It was sheer torture. I have been tickled alot, people noticing how super-ticklish i am, but i was always able to squirm away or start hitting in defence, with no escape or ability to even cover one area or squirm one tormented spot away, it was in hell!
I don't know how long they tortured me, but when they let up for the first break i was whimpering and begging pathetically, which they would tease me by imitating me later on. Jen and Laurie may have let up after i started begging desperately, but Brittany was cruel and led them on, continuing the tickle torment and turning me into a mindless screaming banshee.
Kelly
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