Brad : 01 - Tara and Nicki Torture Me (ff/m)

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01 - Tara and Nicki Torture Me
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By Brad

Monday, April 19th 2004 - 10:52:46 PM

Tara and Nicki Torture Me

When I was a senior in high school (18), my girlfriend Tara (17) and her sister Nicki (16) tied me up and tickle-tortured me to tears one afternoon.

Tara and I went to the same Catholic High School, and as Catholic School students, we were kind of disciplined to be somewhat prudish and very chaste. We kissed a lot and did a lot of "above the clothes" groping, but never did anything else. I never saw her with her clothes off - heck, the only thing Tara ever took off around me were her shoes. But we were playful and that was fine with us.

However, Tara had a kinky side, a bit of that "bad Catholic girl" edge to her. Not crazy - Nicki, who was a sophomore at the public school in town, was a lot wilder - but she had an edge and had this thing for people being tied up. She loved it in the movies and on TV and she and Nicki tied each other up as kids, and when we were going out she was determined to tie me up and "kidnap" me for the day sometime. Finally, I told her the next day we had nothing to do and no parents around, I'd let her tie me up. I had this thing for cheerleaders, and one day at my request she put her cheerleading outfit on all day and we made out and stuff and she kind of fulfilled that fantasy, so I owed her one. Again, none of this was ever any more sexual than kissing.

Tara was slender, about 5'7, with long brown hair and a very pretty face. She was a junior and very popular. I was about 6'2 and played basketball for the school - I was a pretty popular senior and had been dating Tara for a few months. (Later, we broke up that summer and didn't see much of each other after that). We were certainly a well-known and well-liked couple. Nicki was a little shorter (about 5'3), a little more muscular, sandy-blonde, very well built, and very, very pretty. She was a knockout, actually. A soccer player with a real wild streak. She was also a big-time flirt with me and Tara didn't mind - these two were very, very tight. As I said, she went to a different high school - the public one - because her parents knew she wouldn't make it at Catholic School. Nicki was cool, plain and simple, and was never a drag to hang out with.

One spring day Tara and I decided to cut and go to the beach. Actually, I had most of the day off, being close to graduation, so I attended my first class, went home, changed into a pair of long basketball shorts and a t-shirt and sandals, and came back to pick her up. All the girls at this school had to wear a green and white uniform. A white shirt, green blazer, green skirt or green pants, green socks, and leather shoes. I swear Tara must have owned 15 pairs of green knee socks and green argyle knee socks. This day was warm and she had her pants with her blazer and a short-sleeved white blouse under it. The uniform was silly but kind of a turn on. She had green knee socks and brown clogs, too. I picked her up behind the school a little before 10.

The problem was the day was beautiful to start, but clouded fast, and by the time we pulled into her house for her to change, the rain came and it came hard!

"Well, there goes the beach," I said, sitting in the car.

"Hey, we have the day. Let's just play inside the house all day!" Tara said. "Nicki's home - no school today - I bet she'd love to hang with us."

"You sure we'll find something to do?" I asked with a smile.

Tara leaned over and kissed me. "Oh, I'm sure. C'mon!"

We ran in through the rain, and were soaked by the time we got inside. Tara had her blazer on protecting her, so that's all that got wet. She took it off - she had a short-sleeved white button down shirt on - and kicked off her shoes. I, however, had my t-shirt soaked. I took my shoes off and my shirt. "Can I borrow one of your Dad's?" I asked.

"Sure - later," Tara said. "I like you with no shirt on."

Nicki trotted down the stairs and was surprised to see us. "I KNOW I have the day off, but are you two cutting school today?" she asked jokingly.

"Yeah - you think we can make the beach?" I said, joking also, looking at the downpour.

Nicki sat on the couch and Tara on the floor, "Wow, you've got a love a man who walks around with his shirt off in front of ladies. You're brave, Brad!" Nicki said with a laugh. She was wearing old clothes - a stained white peasant blouse, old green chinos, and ratty white socks with a blue and green argyle pattern.

We talked and joked for a bit - Nicki was psyched to have us for the day - and talked about what we'd do. That's when Tara stood up, looked at me with a coy smile, and out her hands on her hips.

"Hey! I just realized something! We have nothing to do, and last week I wore that cheerleader costume all day!" Tara said to me, kicking me gently as I sat on the floor, still shirtless.

"Uh, Tara," I said, nervously, with Nicki there.

"What are you guys talking about?" Nicki asked, very interested.

"We agreed, Brad. You get your fantasy, and I get mine!" Tara said.

Nicki was now on her feet with Tara and very eager. "Oh! Do tell!"

I blushed and just giggled like an idiot.

"You know I want to tie you up and kidnap you! SO let's go - upstairs! Nicki and I will both do it," Tara said, pulling me to my feet and pushing me up the stairs. Nicki joined her and I had no choice.

"Tara, you really think today is..."

"Shut up! You're being kidnapped!" Tara said with a laugh, pushing me to her room, where she had a double bed.

"Hey, my goody two-shoes big sister has a kinky side," Nicki said. "I'm impressed!"

They pushed me to Tara's bed and Nicki climbed on behind me and held my shoulders loosely, while Tara went into her dresser and pulled out some ropes, scarves, and shoelaces.

"Oh, I've been waiting for this. Put his hands behind his back, Nicki," Tara said, moving toward me with the ropes.

Nicki grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me.

"Can't I at least have that shirt you promised?" I asked.

"Nope! I like you this way!" Tara said. coming beside me and tying my hand behind my back. It was pretty tight.

She and Nicki hopped up and giggled.

"Nick, help me tie some of these laces together - we'll make a strong rope out of them," Tara said, and she and Nicki began to do that. I sat there with my hands tied behind my back and as they tied the laces together.

"If I escape, it's over, right?"

"Sure," Tara said. "But don't count on it."

"Yeah. What makes you think you'll escape," Nicki said. "We tied your hands pretty good, and your feet are next. Then it's in the closet with you while we decide on a ransom!"

Wow, she was into this!

"OH yeah, well catch me if you can!" I yelled and took off running, shirtless with my hands tied.

"Oh, you suck!" Tara shouted, dropping the ropes and chasing after me. "Nick, get the ropes and get him! Hurry!"

My goal was to get to the kitchen to get scissors or a knife, but running with your hands tied behind your back ain't easy. Tara cut off my path to the kitchen and I headed all the way downstairs, Tara chasing me. Nicki then came running with the ropes in her hand. I managed to avoid them for a second. When she reached the bottom floor, which was wood, Nicki skidded in her socks and fell, stubbing her toe. She yelled out in pain, rubbing her foot, and I came over, concerned. That's when Tara grabbed me from behind and I was caught.

"My foot!" Nicki said, rubbing it, then getting up and holding the makeshift ropes in front of me. "This is your fault! We'll make you pay! We'll make you suffer! Get him upstairs, Tara."

Nicki and Tara each grabbed me hard by a bare arm and led me upstairs, with Nicki holding the ropes in her free hand. They marched me to Tara's room again and forced me to the bed.

"What should we do?" Tara asked, pinning me by the shoulders, face up.

"We'll hogtie him. I'll tie his feet, then pull his feet to his hands and he'll be hogtied. Then he has no chance of getting away!" Nicki said, tying my feet and lecturing me while Tara held me down.

"We are just going to have to teach you a lesson, Brad. How dare you think you can escape from us!" Nicki said said, finishing my feet with four long shoelaces, tied together as two. "Maybe we'll just leave you hogtied all day while we got to a movie. How about that?"

Tara giggled and Nicki finished tying my feet and hopped up. "I'll be right back," she said and dashed downstairs while Tara tied my hands to my feet with a long scarf.

Tara looked down at me, now hogtied, and grinned.

"Not so tough now are you?" she said, poking my ribs with her fingers. "Are you?"

"Tara, no..."

"OH that's right! You're so ticklish, I forgot," Tara said, sitting cross legged next to me and tickling my ribs and armpits. "Wait until Nicki finds out how ticklish you are! She's a lot more cruel than me. Let's tickle you some more! Hee hee hee."

I laughed hard and struggled as Tara's fingers tortured me. Nicki then came running in with a roll of duct tape.

"Awesome! He's ticklish! Oh, let's tickle him to death!" Nicki said.

"That's my plan," Tara laughed, wiggling her fingers in my bare torso while I panted for mercy. "A whole day of tickle-torture for Brad!"

"But first, let's gag him!" Nicki said, approaching with the tape. But Tara stopped her.

"No, no gags. That could be dangerous. If we gag him tickle him he won't be able to breathe," Tara said.

"Oh come on," Nicki said, tearing off a piece. "Sure he will. And we won't have to listen to him scream and beg when we tickle him to death! We hogtied him, now we have to gag him. It's comes as a set."

"NO! I mean it," Tara said, and she stopped tickling me and got to her feet, as I was red-faced and gasping. "I mean it, Nick. That could be dangerous - if we tickle him and he's gagged, he could suffocate. No! Tying him up and tickling him is enough."

I knew Tara was dead wrong here - I wouldn't suffocate, I knew - but I didn't want to be gagged, either.

"Listen to your sister, Nicki," I said, kind of snotty, lying on the bed and finally composed again.

"You shut up!" Nicki said, jumping to the bed and putting her hand over my mouth.

"Nicki, I'm serious!" Tara said. "Take your hand off his mouth! Do it or I'll untie him right now!"

Nicki argued a bit more, and then stopped and took her hand off my mouth, first giving me a hard pinch to the side that hurt like hell. Tara thanked her and they got their attention back to me.

"Now, where were we?" Tara asked. "I'll hold him from behind, and you tickle the crap out of him!"

"You got it!" Nicki said, smiling an evil smile and come at me with wiggling fingers. Tara got behind me and wrapped her feet around my waist in a scissors hold, almost kicking me in the crotch with her socked feet. She held my bound arms and I was totally exposed.

"You're going to pay for being a snot to me," Nicki said. "I'm going to tickle you until you cry!"

Nicki then attacked my ribs with all he had, tickling me like a lunatic. I screamed and Tara tickled my ribs from behind. This was awful! I was sweating and close to tears.

"Poor baby - he's so ticklish!" Tara said while Nicki's torture continued. "Good thing it's raining - this is way more fun!"

The tickling kept up for several minutes and I was gasping for air and laughing. Nicki had a sadistic look in her eye and she showed no pity.

"If you really want him to cry, tickle the bottoms of his feet!" Tara told Nicki. "I pinned him once and tickled his feet and he almost jumped out of his skin! And he had socks on!"

"PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE! THIS IS TORTURE! OHHHH!"

Tara got off me and they rolled me on my stomach and swung her feet under the hogtie on my back, holding me down. Nicki got up, walked around the bed, and kneeled on the bed at my bound feet, which were sticking up in the air. I begged, but it was worthless.

"Really?" Nicki said. "If his feet are ticklish with socks on, can you imagine how super-ticklish his bare feet are? Let's see!"

Nicki raked her fingers up and down my soles as my screams became hoarse. She just giggled and didn't stop.

"Such ticklish feet, Brad! Want me to untie you? Too bad! Never! Let's tickle these helpless feet some more!" Nicki taunted.

Finally, I felt tears in my eyes and I pleaded with Nicki and Tara.

"OK! OK! PLEASE! OH GOD! NO MORE! DON'T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!"

"Nicki, he's crying a little! You did it!" Tara said, laughing and wiping my eyes. "Oh, poor little baby!"

"I knew it - I knew I could tickle him to tears!" Nicki gloated. She finally stopped tickling me. "Not so tough now, are you, Brad? You gonna let two girls tie you up and tickle you until you cry? Huh? Huh? That's right you aaaa-rrrre!"

The two climbed off me while I tried to recover. Then Tara said something awful.

"Oh shit! My math homework! I've got to go back to school and get it!" she said.

"Go ahead," Nicki said. "I'll keep an eye on our hostage here. We can tickle him some more when you get back."

Tara got up, went to the closet, and grabbed a pair of duck boots. She sat on the bed next to my bound body and put them on over her green socks.

"Oh, I think we've tickled him enough. We can keep him tied up, but no more tickling. Too much torture!" Tara said, kissing me on the cheek. "I'll take his car and be right back. Nick, can I trust you alone with him? Not to hurt him?"

"Me? Of course," Nicki said with an innocent smile, sitting at my feet and patting my bound legs. "We'll talk about basketball. And soccer. We'll share stories. You know, we're buds!"

"OK then," Tara said, touching her fingers to my lips. "I'll see you in an hour." It was a half-hour drive to the high school.

"Tara, don't leave me alone with her!" I yelled as she left, but it was too late. Nicki just gave me an evil laugh.

With that, Tara pulled out of the driveway. Nicki got up from my feet and went to the window to watch her leave. Then she turned to me, arms folded. Her short sleeves showed goosebumps on her arms - she was excited!

"Now, where were we?" Nicki said, walking slowly to where the duct tape was on the floor while I struggled in my hogtie on the bed to see what she was doing. She picked it up and moved toward me, tearing off a piece.

"Hey! Tara said no!" I yelled.

Nicki stuck the tape temporarily on my bare shoulder and cupped my helpless face in her hands.

"Oh yeah? Well, Tara's not here anymore, and I've got you all tied up. So who's gonna stop me?" she taunted, taking the tape she placed on my shoulder and moving it toward my lips.

"Don't you dare gag me, you psycho!"

Nicki held the tape in front of my mouth for a moment. "Any more insults and I'll stuff a dirty sock in your mouth!" she sneered, and then gagged me with the tape. She added another piece and got up to inspect her work.

"My my my, my prisoner is all bound and gagged and ready for more torture. And I've got an hour until his protector gets back. You are dead!" Nicki said. I was hogtied on my stomach and she laid down with her sock covered feet at my face, on her side.

"Let's play "This little Piggy,"" she said reaching up to my feet while I screamed into the gag. "See? It's much easier to torture you with you gagged! None of that screaming."

And "Little Piggy" is exactly what Nicky did, over and over again, giggling like a little girl while she tickled my feet. Tears were in my eyes when she finally stopped. Nicki rubbed her socks along my face and nose and rubbed the tips of her fingers up my bare stomach and back. She was relentless and I was worn out.

"There there! It's only tickle-torture," Nicki said, sitting up and tickling my neck and chin while I just whimpered into the gag. "I think you'll live. Tara will be home in a few - I guess I should take your gag off, huh?"

I nodded, exhausted, as Nicki stopped tickling me.

"You will not tell her I gagged you, will you? Will you?" Nicki asked, punctuating the question with quick rib tickles. I shook my head over and over.
"Good! This'll be our little secret!" Nicki giggled, and ripped my gag off. She then got some tissues and dried my tears, and wiped away the tape residue with a wet-nap. We heard Tara pull in and I rolled over, relieved.

"Next time," Nicki said, standing over me and putting her foot by my head, "I'll make you lick my toes! If there IS a next time. And there just might be."

I groaned and Tara walked in and kicked her shoes off and sat with me on the bed. Nicki sat with her.

"What'd you guys do?" Tara asked, patting my head while I looked at her crazy sister.

"Oh, I threatened him a lot, but we just talked. Sports, guys, girls, bondage." Nicki said.

They both laughed and I just laid there, still bound and helpless. Finally, they undid my hogtie, brought me downstairs, and we watched TV with my hands tied. Some time later, Tara untied my hands. Before she did, she asked:

"Can we do this again?"

"No way!"

"Can we?" she asked again, tickling my ribs a little, teasing.

"OK! Maybe! Maybe! Just untie me, please!"

"Sure thing," Tara said, untying me and freeing me, as I put my now-dry shirt back on. "Yeah, I think there will be a next time."

Brad

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