07 - A Long Day With Dena
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Posted by kidnapboy
Here's a very long, crazy story about me and Dena. It's my favorite, actually.
1 – “The Scene” –
This happened about two weeks after Dena tied me up to tutor me and then tickled-tortured me until I got every answer on her quiz right. I got an “A” on the exam, and once again Dena had her way torturing her “Kidnap Boy.” I was 15 and she was 18, and I was no match for her with her karate skills (tung su do, actually). But she was beautiful and affectionate I my best friend and I really loved it, mostly. Her footgags were smelly but I was 15, she was gorgeous, and I had no problem being that close to ladies’ feet. The tickling was awful – I was hyperticklish – but Dena was so sinister and playful that I couldn‘t help but egg her on.
I arrived at her house this day in sweatpants and a t-shirt with sneakers and socks. I got there about 9 a.m. and her Mom was working until 6 that night. It was just Dena and me.
“Hi honey!” Dena said as she opened the door and gave me a huge hug. She wore a black v-neck sweater with short sleeves, green cargo pants, and green argyle socks. He usual look. Dena never wore shoes – she was in her socked feet. “We’re gonna have so much fun today. I finished my paper last night and I have all day to play with my best friend!! I could just hug you to death!”
Dena was really giddy. A few days earlier after my exam results I had a moment where I told her how much she meant to me and how much I loved knowing her, and since then she was just super affectionate to me. She was a softie for sentiment.
“Hugging me to death sounds better than tickling me to death!” I said after she stopped hugging and I walked into the hallway, dropping my backpack.
“No reason we can’t do both!” Dena said and ran at me from behind and sank her fingers into my ribs, screaming, “I’m gonna getcha!” I fell to the floor and Dena stood over me tickling me more. I reached up and tickled her above the knees and upper legs. She yelped and scampered off. She ran downstairs and jumped onto the futon and sat with her feet pressed together, giggling and grinning. I joined her and we cuddled on the couch.
“You know, YOU’Re just as ticklish as I am,” I told her. “Aren’t you afraid that someday I’ll kidnap you and tickle-torture you to get back for all the times you’ve done it to me.”
Dena laughed and reached one of her feet into my ribs, making it my turn to giggle and double over. “Oh Jess, how many times do I have to tell you. I’m the kidnapper, and YOU’RE my Kidnap Boy. You were born to be my victim! And there’s nothing you can do about it. I can tie you up like that!” she said, snapping her fingers and laughing more, wiggling her toes in my stomach.
(What I didn’t tell Dena was that I had bought real handcuffs at a novelty store a few days earlier and they were in my bag, awaiting a chance to be used on her. We never used handcuffs before. The dozens of times Dena tied me she did it with ropes, belts, pantyhose, or duct tape. The one time I tied her I did it with belts and rope. But how would I get her?)
“And if you don’t watch it,” Dena laughed, moving her foot from my stomach to my mouth, “I’ll tie you up again reaaaal soon!” I shook her foot off and tickled it through her sock. She yelped again.
We playfought a little more and we each tickled each other, and after that she showed me videos she rented, games we could play, and even talked about going to a small party that afternoon with some of her friends, who all liked me. Sounded like a good day and we started by watching a video for about an hour – there was no more talk of “Kidnap Boy,” though.
2 – “An Opening”
A while later, around 1 p.m., after we had lunch, then we went upstairs to her room and Dena showed me the main reason she was so happy – her completed term paper, 30 pages and ready to go, 3 months of work done 3 weeks early. She was an ace student and often finished stuff early. It didn’t have to be turned in for 3 weeks still, but she was going to do it Monday anyway. She showed it to me on disk. Hmmm, I thought. I might have something here.
If I could get the disk and hide it, I could basically hold it hostage. And I could tie her up today as part of the ransom. And maybe 3-4 more times over the next two weeks before giving it back. It was risky, but I decided to go for it. I suggested we play “Risk” – we both still loved the game even though we were in high school – and Dena said OK and ran to the back of her basement to get it.
I quickly grabbed my bag from the front hall and put the cuffs and key in my sweatpants pocket. I grabbed the disk from the drive, put it in it’s paper case, and looked for a hiding place. In her Mom’s room, in the back of the closet, was a tall stack of old magazines about 4 feet high (Home Journal, Cosmo, Glamour – stuff like that.) I knew they were there because one time Dena tied me up (what else?) and had to put me in the closet because a friend stopped over to copy some class notes.
(Dena had no idea I knew the magazines were there there – she had blindfolded me that time but I was able to manage to wriggle it off just a bit against the floor even though my hands were tied behind my back, looking for something to cut the ropes. No dice, though, and I replaced the blindfold before Dena came to get me that time.)
I stashed the disk in the 3rd magazine from the bottom and covered everything back up just the way it was. Dena would never find it. I then got back to her room just before she got back with “Risk.”
3 – “My Upper Hand”
Dena set the came down and sat on the floor to set up. Her cordless phone was in my other pocket. For a reason.
“You know?” I said, “ I think we should play something else to start.”
“Jess, I just ran down to get this – why didn’t you say something,” Dena said giving me an annoyed smile. “What else do you want to do?”
“Look what I’ve got,” I said and pulled out the handcuffs.
Dena put her hand over her mouth and laughed.
“You have handcuffs now? I don’t believe it,” Dena said, getting to her feet and walking toward me. “Are they real?”
“Yep – got ‘em a couple days ago. Cool, huh?”
“I’ll say!” Dena laughed and sat on her bed while I stood in the doorway. “But let me get this straight. You WANT me to tie you up? Usually I have to chase you down to tie you.”
“No. I want to tie YOU up!” I said.
“Oh really!” Dena said, getting up and slowly coming toward me again. “Well, maybe we should just see who captures who first, eh?”
“I don’t think so. Because if you tie me up, you may not find out what I did with your term paper!”
Dena gasped, stopped smiling, and went to the disk drive. Empty! She snapped, “Jess, that’s not funny! Where is it!”
“I’ll tell you after your handcuffed!” I snapped back. “Today is payback time, Dee!”
“Oh, you are sooo dead,” she said, but didn’t come at me. “Do you have any idea how bad I’ll torture you if anything happens to that disk? I’ll stay up late THINKING of new ways to torture you if that happens, you little…”
“You’ll get the disk back today,” I said calmly. “I told you what I want! If not I’ll call my Mom right now and have her come get me. You won’t have time to get me. And you won’t get your disk back. Your choice.”
Dena stopped and thought, glaring at me and then sighing.
“To tie me up – that’s all you want?” Dena said. “You tie me up and I get the disk back?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it? You won’t tickle me?” Dena asked, sitting back down.
“No, I won’t,” I said, lying. “You let me tie you up for a while and I’ll release my hostage.”
“Jeffrey…you better know what you’re getting yourself into,” Dena said. “Because there WILL be a next time that I kidnap you. And I’m not sure that I’ll be showing you much mercy when I do!”
“Maybe, but for today, you’re mine!” I said. “I’m going to toss you these handcuffs, and you’re going to cuff your hands behind your back.”
“I have to do it myself?” Dena laughed. “What, are you too afraid of me?”
“Yes, actually, I am!” I said. “I’m not coming near you until your hands are tied! As a matter of fact…”
I carefully reached into the drawer where Dena kept all her kidnapping ropes and pulled one out, about 4 feet long.
“Here sit down and tie your feet. Do it now,” I said, tossing her the ropes.
Dena shook her head and said, “You are something, you know that?” Then she sat down and tied her socked feet at the ankles, over her pants. She tied herself well with professional knots, just like she always tied me with.”
I tossed Dena the cuffs and she reluctantly cuffed he hands behind her back. She was now tied up, hands and feet, and on the floor in front of me. I sprang into action and grabbed a soft belt and tied it around her arms so she could move them to work her hands at all. I laid Dena down on the floor, faceup, and laughed as I closed her bedroom door.
“Here I am, Jess, all tied up! I guess I’m you Kidnap Girl today, huh?” Dena said as I stood over her. “Now where’s my disk!”
4 – “Dena Is Tortured” –
“I’ll tell you later,” I said as I knelt at her feet. “All those times you’ve tortured me and made me beg. Ah! Who’s in charge now, Dee?”
“Jeffrey, don’t you dare…” Dena said, kicking her feet as I took her argyle socks off. Her bare feet smelled a little.
“How does someone as pretty as you have such smelly feet?” I teased, then quickly sat on her legs and started to tickle her feet. Dena screamed and I kept going.
“DON’T! DON’T! STOP! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Dena shrieked with laughter. “I’m gonna tie you up and never let you go when I get free!!!!” She threatened me with all kinds of tortures but soon the laughter got to much and the tickling got too intense and she instead just started to scream and beg. “ STOP IT!!!! PLEASE!!!”
“No!” I said, moving to her upper body. “Look how ticklish you are, Dena! Let’s see how much you can take!”
“PLEASE!! NO MORE!! NO MORE! NO MORE TICKLING! I’M BEGGING YOU!!! I’LL BE GOOD!!! I’LL BE GOOOOOOD!!!!!!” Dena was now shrieking with laughter. Her pretty face turned bright red and she closed her eyes and her blonde hair fell into her face as she thrashed around, but I kept right on tickling. She looked so cute – her face pink and so helpless – and I just kept right on tickling torturing her mercilessly. Minutes had gone by and I was laughing and having a great time.
I pulled up Dena’s sweater just a little and started tickling her belly with my fingertips. Then I moved to her exposed arms – her sweater had short sleeves, remember – I began tickling them in the same way, up and down slowly. “You taught me how to tickle this way, Dee. Remember? Remember the time I was tied down to the bed and you tickled my bare arms like this until I was crying? Remember?”
“YES!!!! YESS!!! I’M SORRY, HONEY!!! I’M SORRY!! PLEASE STOP!!! I’LL BE GOOD, I SWEAR!!!!!!” Dena screamed, her eyes jammed tight, her face pinker than ever, and a smile a mile wide across her face. I thought of blindfolding and gagging her, but I loved the laughing screams and she looked awesome like this, so I didn’t. Her bound feet stopped trying to kick free and were all but sapped of their strength. Dena was helpless and weak!
“Not so tough now, are you, Miss Black Belt!” I taunted, tickling her neck and making her giggle while she kept screaming apologies. “All those time your dirty socks were in my mouth! All that torture you inflicted! This is payback!”
Finally I stopped and Dena panted and gasped and laughed. Then she said she had to go to the bathroom. It came out, “I….(gasp)….haha…I…have to (gasp) Go…go (gasp) to the bathroom. Please, Jess! PLEASE!!! I’m begging you!!!!!”
This was a Dena like I’d never seen and I loved it. So submissive and helpless. I reminded her I still had the disk and demanded that I be allowed to handcuff her as soon as she was done.
“OK! I promise!” Dena panted, quieter but still obviously tickled out and giggling. “I promise. You can keep my tied up all day – just please let me go to the bathroom! C’mon! I’ve untied you and let you go to the bathroom! Jess, PLEASE!”
“OK,” I said, running out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. “Don’t go anywhere!” I taunted and caught another look at her from the distant. Dena was bound on the floor and barefoot and all mine. Awesome! I placed the kept on the counter and came back to her bedroom. I got her to her feet and sat her on her bed, still tied tight.
“The key’s in there. Uncuff yourself and then recuff yourself after you’re done. And don’t try anything or you won’t see your paper!” I told her. “Now hop into the bathroom!”
“You won’t even untie my feet?” Dena asked. “But I won’t fight it! What can I do – you hold all the cards!”
“No, your feet stay tied – hop, prisoner! Or I’ll tickle you some more!” I said. And don’t even think of untying your feet in the bathroom!”
“OK! OK!” Dena said she hopped out of the room on her bound, bare feet and into the bathroom. She was amazingly coordinated and did it without much of a problem. She got in and closed the door.
“Are they off?” I yelled in.
“Yes, they are. Thank you so much, Jess,” Dena said through the door. “I really had to pee.”
It was about 2:30.
I heard the toilet flush and heard the water running briefly. Then she yelled, “I’m putting the cuffs back on!” and I heard them jangle and heard a click. “Can you open the door for me please, hon? I’m tied up and can’t.”
“Sure,” I said, swinging the door open.
5 – “The Tables Turn”
As I did, it took just a split second for me to she the ropes that bound her feet untied and on the floor. Dena, standing alongside the door, grabbed me in a hammerlock with one hand and covered my mouth with the other hand. I tried to cry out but couldn’t. Oh no!
“Looks like the tables have turned, Kidnap Boy!” Dena sneered into my ear. “Pick up those ropes, now!”
I complied and she bent me down and I grabbed the ropes with my one free hand. Dena’s hand was still firm on my mouth.
“Now you’re mine! Move it! Downstairs!” Dena said and begun to walk me down the stairs, still with my arm twisted behind me and handgagged. “I need my disk back, and we’re going to try this a different way. Keep walking, Kidnap Boy!”
Dena was incredible. I had her! And now her she was again, preparing to kidnap me!
When we got to the den Dena forced me to the floor on my stomach, her bare feet right below my face. She freed my mouth from her hand and made me drop the ropes that I carried.
“Put your hands behind your back, now!” Dena said sharply. “Try anything funny and I’ll put my foot in your mouth!”
I complied and put my hands behind my back and I lay on the floor. I tried to look up at her but her foot forced my head down and my face into the carpet.
“What are you looking at, Kidnap Boy?” Dena demanded. “Put your face in the carpet and don’t let me catch you looking at me!”
I complied and Dena handcuffed my hands behind my back.
“Kick your shoes off!” Dena ordered and I did, leaving just socks. “You hate having your shoes off, I know. But my prisoners NEVER wear shoes!”
Dena then quickly tied my feet with the rope, and she tied them tightly like the master she was. “Stay there and DO NOT MOVE!” she yelled and ran upstairs. I obeyed. What else could I do?”
Dena came back downstairs a few minutes later with her hands full. She carried the same green argyle socks I’d taken off her feet earlier, 2 more lengths of rope, and duct tape.
“You are a very naughty little boy, Kidnap Boy!” Dena said, sitting down and putting her socks back on. “That tickling you gave me was terrible, and you’re going to pay. But first, let’s try something we haven’t done before. I’m going to hogtie you!”
Dena got up with the roped and crouched down, grabbing my feet and bending them up at the knees. “Don’t you dare fight me!” Dena said before tying my feet to the handcuffs. I as now hogtied.
“I think I’ll gag my little Kidnap Boy for awhile – I shall torture him with my sock gag later!” Dena said, now in full kidnapper mode and enjoying herself, as she tore off a big piece of duct tape and gagged me with it. “Hogtied and gagged! Just the way I like you! Now I need to decide what to do to you!”
Dena walked around the room while I lay at her feet, helpless and defeated. She stood at the window and remembered she had to take in the laundry from the line from the previous day. She ran downstairs, came back with the laundry basket.
“When I come back, you will be so kind to tell me where my disk is!” Dena said. “If not, I will force you to talk! Your choice!” And she went outside with just her socks on to take in the laundry.
I laid there tied and gagged and considered my options, and came to this conclusion…I had to make it to 6 p.m. until her Mom came home. It was 3:15 p.m. now. If I could hold out, I could leave without telling her where the disk was and could tie her up again tomorrow! (If this sounds like a stupid plan, well, I wasn’t too bright, OK?)
I knew I would have to endure Dena torturing me, probably tickling me with no pity. But as ticklish as I was, part of me loved the thrill of it, so I decided to see if I could make it.
Just then I heard Dena yell outside, and then come through the backdoor a minute later with the laundry basket. Her feet were bare again. I looked up and “mmmphed” through my gag as if to say, “What happened?”
“Shut up!” Dena snapped and ran upstairs. She came down with a plastic grocery bag. “If you must no, the neighbor’s dog pooped in our yard again, and I stepped in it. My socks are covered with dog s—t!”
I laughed under my gag at Dena’s plight, and she again laughed “Shut up” and came inside with the soiled socks, placing them in the plastic bag. She was right.
“Gross! I LOVED these socks!” Dena laughed, then crouched down in front of me and held the plastic bag open just for a second, near my head. I winced and mmmphed “DON’T! into the gag and she giggled and took the bag away, throwing it into the garage. It WAS gross. Dena then ran upstairs again and came down with grey knee socks – I realized these were the same dirty socks she said she was saving for me after my last kidnapping. Uh oh.
“Oh, you remember these socks, don’t you? Hmmm,” Dena laughed as she sat down again and put the grey socks on her feet, then crouched down and ripped off my gag.
“So, where’s my disk!”
“NEVER!” I yelled back, hogtied but defiant!
“Kidnap Boy, you’re MY hostage now, and we can do this hard or easy. Tell me now and I won’t have to torture it out of you!” Dena demanded.
“Dee, I still have the big card, and I’m playing it. So do what you have to to me. You’ve tortured me before and it’s made me tough. I can take any torture you give me! I’m not talking!” I said proudly.
Dena sighed and stood over her captive for a moment, and then half-smiled and shook her head. “We’ll see how you feel after a little time in my torture chamber! Let’s go,” and Dena grabbed me and dragged be over to the cellar door, where her workout room was. She got me down the stairs, after a little effort, and put me on the floor. She then ran upstairs for a few minutes and came down with a bag and a clock. The clock said 3:35.
7 – “Dena Tortures Me For The Disk”
“I’ve got a little more than 2 hours to get you to talk. And I’m going to spend ALL that time tickling you! So let’s get started,” Dena giggled and crouched next to me. She fired her fingers into my ribcage and began tickling me with all she had. I screamed and laughed abut told her nothing.
“I’m going to tickle you to death, honey, if you don’t talk,” Dena teased, tickling my armpits and sides while my bound body could do nothing to defend itself. “Talk to me and I won’t tickle you anymore!”
I refused and screamed, “AHHHHHH!” but wouldn’t talk. I tried to roll away but Dena just said, “Where do you think YOU’RE going?” and grabbed me and tickling me more with her fingers while she laughed evilly.
Then Dena stopped tickling and went to her bag. She pulled out a white tube sock and brought it over to me. “Let’s take a break from tickling for a while,” Dena said, and rolled me onto my side so my face faced her. “Let’s try the socks!”
“Dena, no!” I yelled, but Dena just laughed.
“Tsk tsk, hostages can’t talk!” Dena said, standing over me, and clamped her socked foot over my mouth. These socks were pretty ripe, but then she held the other one and said, “I worked out in this yesterday. Here…smell it!” and bent down and thrust it under my nose. The only way I could breathe was into this sock through my nose. I tried to squirm away and scream but couldn’t.
“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” Dena demanded, holding the sock under my nose with her foot squarely on my mouth. I shook my head no. It was 4 p.m. and I had just two hours left.
“Talk to me and you won’t have to smell this sock anymore, Kidnap Boy!” Dena demanded again, but again I refused. So Dena held the sock there as I tried to scream. This was amazing torture, but I was holding up well.
After a few more minutes Dena took her foot off my mouth and took the sock away. I gasped and moaned and said, breathlessly, “Torture me all you want. I’ll never talk! Never!”
“We’ll see how you’re attitude changes after I tickle your bare feet!” Dena said and took my socks off. Because I was hogtied my feet were straight up in the air and she just crouched down and tickled them slowly with her fingers. “I know a little boy who’s feet are very, very ticklish! Tell me what I want to know and the torture stops!”
I just screamed and laughed hysterically while tears came to my eyes and screamed, “No! No! No!”
“Then let’s tickle you harder,” Dena said, reaching into her bag and coming out with an electric toothbrush! OH NO! It was just the spindle with no brush and Dena turned it on with a sadistic grin and began to run it all over my feet. I want to jump out of my skin, it tickled so bad! But the hogtie held tight. Finally I screamed, “NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!!!!!STOP IT! PLEASE!!!”
“Are you ready to talk,” Dena asked calmly, keeping the instrument on the soles of my feet.
“YES! YES! JUST PLEASE STOP!” I screamed, almost crying.
Dena turned the toothbrush off and put it down, then stood over me with her hands on her hips and said, “Where is my disk!?”
“OK! OK. Just get me a glass of water and I’ll tell you, OK? I am so thirsty!” I panted.
Dena thought for a moment, then ran upstairs. I glanced over my shoulder and saw it was 4:45. I was almost there.
Dena came back with the water and held it to my lips and I took a long sip. She pulled it away and said, “OK, unless you want the torture to resume, you’re going to tell me NOW!”
I started to laugh. I was still half-crazy from the tickling, but now I was laughing at HER. “NEVER!” I boasted, gasping. “You can’t break me! I have just over an hour left. I’ll never tell unless I can tie you up 3 more times! So hahahaha!”
“AARGH!” Dena yelled and threw her hands up, and then reached down and grabbed my face in her hands. “FINE! YOU WANT TO PLAY THAT WAY? Then FINE! Because I HAVE OPNE TORTURE LEFT!”
8 – “The Unspeakable Torture”
Dena wasn’t laughing now but was frustrated with me. As much as she tortured me, I had clearly gotten to me. But she grabbed a folding chair and brought it over. She undid my hogtie and lifted me into the hair. She grabbed more rope from that bag and tied it around me to the chair, and wheeled a TV dinner tray over next to where I was now tied to a chair. She then wheeled a different chair over in front of me and I thrashed in my chair to free myself.
“You’re not going anywhere, so stop trying to untie yourself!” Dena sneered. “I don’t want to do what I’m about to do, but unless you talk, I have no choice! Last chance!”
I shook my head and Dena turned and walked upstairs. It was now 5 p.m.
“Only 1 hour left!” I yelled to her. “You’ll never break me!” I was loving this whole day!
But then Dena came downstairs carrying the plastic bag that contained her socks, covered in dogs—t.
“Oh, you’ll talk!” Dena said slyly, placing the bag on the table in front of me and opening it so I could see the soiled socks inside. GROSS!
I was terrified. “Dena, w-w-w-what are y-y-y…”
Dena went back to her other bag and pulled out a long red sock that she frequently blindfolded me with, and quickly walked behind me and blindfolded me while I panted, absolutely petrified.
“I don’t want to do this,” Dena said, her voice different and more nervous. “But you leave me no choice! If you won’t talk, I have to shove these socks covered in dogs—t in your mouth!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DON’T YOU DARE! NO! NO!” I screamed and thrashed, wondering where Dena was and unable to see. I was no longer joking!
“Shut up!” Dena yelled, grabbing my hair and pulling it back. “You made me do this! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! TELL ME HOW THIS TASTES!”
I felt the sock being shoved into my mouth and I screamed immediately, terror-filled, “AHHHHHHHHH! NO! OK! OK! It’s in your mom’s closet, the magazines!!!! PLEASE!!!! 3rd magazine from the bottom!! I swear!!! I SWEAR!!!! How could you do this to me???”
I was crying as Dena began to laugh hard and took my blindfold off and stood before me…with a clean white sock in her hand at my mouth. The soiled socks her 5 feet away on the table. She had bluffed me and I told her everything!!!!!!!
“Y-you mean, you didn’t…” I stammered, grateful.
“Of course not! I could never put dogs—t in your mouth, Jess!” Dena laughed and kissed me. “But fear is a great motivator. I had to get you to talk before 6 got here. Bye!” And she ran upstairs with the garbage bag while I yelled, laughing. “You stink! You suck! AHHH – why can’t I ever win???!!!”
9 – “The Punishment”
Dena came down with the disk and grinned at me and my heart sunk.
“You’re right, Jess. I ALWAYS win! And now, since we have about 20 minutes left, I’ll do you a favor. I’ll only torture you for 15 more!”
Dena sat in the chair in front of me and tickled me into hysterics, then put her feet up and gagged me with one socked foot at a time. I just laughed and screamed into her feet. I couldn’t do anything else!
“This is punishment for today!” Dena said, taking her feet off my mouth and coming behind me to tickle my ribs for 2 minutes straight. I slumped in the chair and gasped and finally the tickling stopped.
10 – “Freedom”
Dena untied me at 5:50, and then told me to go to the bathroom to run water on my hands to hide the marks.
She stood there triumphantly when I came out of the bathroom, barefoot again with her arms folded in from of her and grinning ear to ear.
“What a day, huh?” Dena said, and opened her arms. “Come here, sweetie pie!”
And we both laughed and laughed and hugged and her Mom came home and yelled hello up to us.
There’s more to this story in what happened afterward, but I’ll tell that at a different time.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Kidnap Boy
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kidnap boy's stories
- 01 - How I became Dena's "kidnap boy" (f/m)
- 02 - Tying Dena...and paying for it (m/f, f/m)
- 03 - Dena Tortures Me, Again (f/m)
- 04 - The First Time Dena Tied Me Up (f/m)
- 05 - Kidnapped and Tortured By Dena and Marisa (ff/m)
- 06 - Dena The Tutor (f/m)
- 07 - A Long Day With Dena (m/f, f/m, ff/m)
- 08 - Dena's Helpless Victim (f/m)
The Tickle Fight with Dena and Marissa (fm/f, ff/m)
Dena and Marissa - Torturous Spa Day (ff/m)
Kidnap Boy's and Marissa's Revenge on Dena (fm/f)
Dena's Championship Tickle Fight! (f/m, f/f, ff/m, ff/f)
Dena and Marissa - Kidnapped For Insulting Dena (ff/m)
One long day (m/f, f/m, ff/m)
Summertime Fun with Dena (f/m)
Captured, Tied Up and Tickle-Tortured by Dena/Marissa (ff/m)
Dena takes her revenge! (f/mf)
Another Dena and Marissa Story (ff/m, f/mf, ff/m)
Dena Tickles Me Into Submission (f/m)
Kidnapped by Dena (f/m, ff/m)
Captured, Tied Up and tickle-Tortured by Dena/Marissa (ff/m)
Dena's Party Prisoner (f/m)
Dena Tells the Story (f/m, ff/m)
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