As I promised, here is the next Dena/Marissa (and Jamie) story! Warning: IT IS VERY LONG. Sorry in advance.
After Dena, Marissa and I had our amazing tickle fight (last story I posted, last February) -which I lost and led to me once again being tied up and tickle-tortured to within an inch of my life -Dena had promised we would do it again. We did. Two months later.
Dena was in her sophomore year of college and it was spring break. I was in my junior year of high school. She was my best friend and was blonde, beautiful and by this point a 3rd degree black belt in karate. She was lethal. She also had a serious thing for tying me up, tickling me, making me smell her feet, and inflicting any kind of torture on me she could. And I, well, I loved it. I dreaded being tickled, but there was a rush it gave me that was irresistible. Fueled along, yes, by my amazing lifelong friend who was just beyond gorgeous and beyond awesome. I made a good victim, put it that way. And Dena loved me to death and would never do anything to hurt me. But she had the karate and an amazing build and was stronger than me -by this point in our lives Dena was fully grown at about 5’10. I am 6’1 now but then I was about 5’7 and skinny -and was not only an expert tickler but had a serious tickling fetish. And I was crazy ticklish on every part of my body (Dena was too, but again, I didn’t get to tickle her nearly as often). I was no match for Dena.
Marissa -also beautiful, with long curlyish brown-red hair, about 5’6, a great body and a face like an angel -was also a great friend of Dena’s and, through that, of mine too. She was also a sophomore in college at this point -she went to a different college than Dena -and was a frequent participant in our tie-up/tickle games. Usually it was Dena and Marisa tying me up and tickling me. Marissa loved to tickle and was, we all agreed, particularly adept (and sadistic) at tickling feet. Dena was a master tickler who knew how to make you suffer -she had strong wrists and long fingers that could drive anyone insane from tickling. Marissa was very good at it, but tickling people’s feet was her specialty. Having her victim (usually me) tied up and barefoot made Marissa giddy with happiness – she jjust LOVED to tickle people’s feet and did it ruthlessly. She had a way with her long, slender fingers and light touch to put you in agony. A few times Marissa was tickled by Dena -one time we were BOTH Dena’s hostages -and one amazing time Marissa and I kidnapped Dena and tickled and tortured her for hours and hours. And we’d had the tickle fight which was every man/woman for themselves. But usually it was Dena and Marissa making me their victim.
(Marissa, despite how ticklish me and Dena were, was insanely more ticklish than anyone I have ever met. It was crazy. As I said before, if Dena and I were 9.5 on a 1 to 10 ticklish scale -where most normal follks were 6 or 7 or lower -Marissa was at least a 13.)
Then there was Jamie, Dena’s roommate at college who was in town for spring break for this story. Jamie was also quite hot -shorter than all of us with reddish/blonde hair and a green eyes with an athletic build. She was adorable. She also knew karate pretty well -not like Dena did, but she could take me easily. Earlier in the year while visiting Dena at college, she and Jamie decided for no real reason to tie me up, gag me and tickle me for half the night. Jamie loved it.
We’d had the idea for the tickle fight when Dena took pity on me and decided, sure, I deserved a chance to NOT be the one tied up and tortured. I lost anyway during our January fight when I stupidly got up -you were not allowed to get to your feet during the tickle fight -and that doomed me.
Dena promised a second tickle fight and we had it over Spring Break.
While Marissa’s family had a lot of money, Dena didn’t and she really couldn’t go away for Spring Break. So her Mom -my Mom’s best friend -made Dena this offer: Her Mom would spend the week at my house and leave her house to Dena and Marissa. Dena loved the idea -it meant a week of not working, not studying, just hanging out and having fun. Our Moms were very cool like this. What Dena and Marissa really wanted was a week of relaxation, and this ensured they would get it. And Jamie came down mid-week and the three of them hung out together.
On Friday of that week, the Moms were leaving town for a long weekend away together and I would be sleeping over Dena’s house Thursday through Sunday. Another great thing. So there’s the background for the story and why we were all there.
When I got there Thursday after school Dena, Marissa and Jamie were all waiting for me when I walked downstairs into the family room. They were all excited to see me.
Dena wore a short-sleeved black v-neck blouse with puffy sleeves, green cargo pants and grey-green argyle socks. Her shoes, as always, were off.
Marissa wore a similar blouse with short and puffed sleeves, only it was dark green. She wore grey cargo pants and dark green knee socks, and her shoes were off too.
Jamie wore a short-sleeved green hoodie and blue sweat pants with her college logo on them. She wore blue-red argyle socks that I think she borrowed from Dena. Her shoes were off too.
I wore an open green-black flannel shirt over a black tee-shirt, jeans, and white socks and sneakers, though I took my shoes off when I got there. Dena had made this a rule -she NEVER wore shoes and didn’t get why anyone else did either.
We all hugged and it was great to see Jamie again -Jamie (shorter than me, whereas Marissa and I were close to same size and Dena dwarfed me) gave me a big hug and said it how great it was to see me.
“Last time we were together we tied you up and spent the night tickling you, remember!”Jamie teased.
“How could I ever forget?”I laughed and we all sat down.
“Guys,”Marissa said with her feet up on the coffee table, “I told you I was SO BUMMED to miss that. You know how I love tickle-torturing Jesse!”
“Don’t worry, Jess,”Dena said, “I told Jamie about our “habit”of tying up and tickling each other. I think she’s a fan!”
“By each other,’ I said, “They mean tying up ME and tickling ME, Jamie! Almost every time I am the victim!”
“Dena told me about the tickle fight you lost, and told us she promised you a rematch,”Jamie said with a smile, now sitting cross-legged on the floor next to me. “Are you ready for it? Because Dena has it all planned out.”
I swallowed and smiled and they all looked at me, grinning ear to ear!
“You knew you were going to do this tonight, huh?”I asked. “You had a tickle fight planned all along?”
Dena giggled, her feet up also on the coffee table next to Marissa’s. “I’ve been planning this since we untied you after the last tickle fight, sweetie!”
“OK,”I said. “I’m in. As long as I have a chance!”
“You will,’ Dena said. “Here’s how it will work.”
Here was the format Dena laid out:
- Everyone throws in $20 (yes, we all had it)
- No shoes, but everyone wears socks. My flannel shirt had to come off. During the tickle fights, socks could be removed, though.
- We brought one of Dena’s workout mats up from the workout room -about an 8 foot by 8 foot mat
- Dena put 4 pieces of paper into a hat -two with the letter A and two with the letter B
- We drew papers. The A’s would tickle fight each other first, and the B’s would tickle fight each other next.
- The loser of the A fight would then get tied up and gagged by the other 3 and be forced to watch the remaining tickle fights bound and gagged. The winner would referee the B fight and fight the winner of the B tickle fight for the championship.
- The B’s would fight and the loser would then get tied up and gagged and placed alongside the other hostage and forced to watch the championship.
- No matter who won the finals, the two bound and gagged losers were in for a long night. Once the championship was over they would soon enough be subject to tickle-torture and other tortures all night long.
- The two winners would face each other in the Tickle Fight Championship.
- The winner would have an option. Option 1 was keep the $80 and, with the runner-up, tickle-torture the two bound and gagged hostages all night. Option 2 was give back the money BUT get to tie up and gag the runner-up, meaning the ultimate winner would have all three losers bound, gagged and at his/her mercy all night long.
- Because Dena was a black belt and had such an advantage, her feet would be handcuffed together for the tickle fights she was in. However, her opponent would be in possession of the key, either in that person’s pocket or in his/her socks. Dena’s choice. And Dena could get at it if she was able and uncuff her feet.
Here were the rules:
- Tickle fighters must stay on the mat at all times.
- Tickle fights began with the tickle fighters facing each other, their legs extending so the soles of their feet were touching. Someone said “Go!”and the fight was on.
- Tickle fighters can only sit, crawl or get to their knees. No standing or crouching.
- Using foreign objects to restrain someone or tie someone up was not allowed.
- Using objects in the ring -pretty much that meant socks -to tie someone up was allowed, though highly unlikely.
- Hitting or biting was not allowed and led to instant disqualification.
- Kicking the person was allowed, if not too hard (we weren’t wearing shoes, after all)
- Pinning the person down was allowed, as long as the you didn’t get up.
- Using socks to gag or blindfold an opponent during a fight was allowed, as long as the socks came off the feet of one of the two tickle fighters.
- Anyone leaving the mat -meaning two feet or most of the body off of it -would be penalized by being blindfolded and not allowed to fight back for one minute.
- Anyone getting to their feet during the match would be penalized by being blindfolded and not allowed to fight back for one minute. (not being allowed to fight back meant they couldn’t tickle back OR resist)
- One penalty only was allowed during a tickle fight. The second penalty and the person lost.
- Timeout could be called by a person and all tickling would have to stop. One timeout per person (calling a second timeout my mistake meant the match was forfeited and the person lost). But after a timeout, a person was blindfolded for the first 30 seconds of the resumed tickle fight, and the blindfolded person couldn’t move until touched by the opponent.
- A person called for a penalty automatically forfeited his/her timeout.
- Timeouts lasted 90 seconds (we would use a timer for everything)
- Tickle fights were won either by disqualification or by someone saying “Mercy.”
So there was the format and the rules. We all went to the bathroom to pee -it seemed sensible.
We got the room set up and all sat on the mat cross-legged, the hat with the 4 pieces of paper in the middle.
Marissa -who as I said was way more ticklish than me or Dena, even though Dena and I were crazy ticklish -giggled nervously.
“Omigod! I can’t believe we are doing this again!”
“I know,”Dena giggled. “Does this mean we all have tickle fetishes?”
“You three do, definitely!”Jamie laughed. “But then again I love tickling as much as the next person!”
“Well, I have the strong feeling I am going to wind up tied and gagged all night!”I laughed, taking off my f. “Let’s do this thing and draw. Can I draw first?”
“Sure, Jesse! And yes, I SURE hope you lose. It would be a shame to have to here for the night and not get the chance to tickle you nearly to death!”Dena said.
I drew an A.
Jamie drew a B.
Marissa drew a B. She and Jamie laughed and looked at each other, knowing they would be tickling the crap out of each other soon enough. (And they didn’t even know each other that well! Though, yes, they got along great.)
DENA!
I moaned and fell over, already feeling defeated.
“Well well well,’ Dena said. “Looks like my first victim…I mean opponent…is my beloved Kidnap Boy! Oooooh…. I am going to tickle you so hard you’ll be screaming mercy within 2 minutes!”
:Hey! I get to tie your feet, right? With handcuffs!”I demanded.
“You sure do, honey. Wait here,”and Dena hopped to her feet and ran upstairs, presumably to get the customary kidnapping tools.
“Nervous?”Jamie asked me.
“Of COURSE! Aren’t you?”I asked.
“A little, yeah,”Jamie smiled.
“Wait, are you even ticklish?”Marissa asked Jamie.
“Oh sure. Really ticklish. I don’t think I am as ticklish as Jess, though. I don’t think anyone is,”Jamie said.
“Oh, I am!”Marissa offered. “You’ll find out soon enough. I am more ticklish than Jess or Dena!”
“How ticklish is Dena?”Jamie asked.
“CRAZY ticklish!”I said. “The order goes Marissa, then Dena then me. Right Mariss?”
“I think so, yeah,”Marissa said. “But to be honest, all three of us are more ticklish than most people on earth!”
“Well,”Jamie laughed, “I KNOW how ticklish Jess is. And if Dena is even more ticklish than that?”
“A little, yeah,”I said. “She’s pretty crazy ticklish.”
“And you’re even more than that?”Jamie asked Marissa.
“Oh God yes!”Marissa said. “There are maybe 15 people who know how ticklish I am. None of them can believe it!”
Wow!”Jamie giggled. “THIS is gonna be wild!”
Dena game back down with a bag of “supplies”and laid them out on the couch -supplies we had all been “collecting”over the years. Maybe 10 different lengths of soft white rope, cut into pieces between 3 and 8 feet. 3 pairs of short, regular handcuffs and 3 pairs of longer cuffs (8 inch chain, I think). A role of silver duct tape. 4 pairs of black panty hose. 3 long scarfs (3 feet long each, at least) for blindfolds. And about 8 pairs of Dena’s dirty (I assume) socks, of all different colors and all of which were knee sock length.
“OK, Jess! Tie my feet. And I want you to carry the key in your pocket,”Dena said, sticking out her grey-argyle socked feet in front of her while she sat on the mat.
I cuffed her feet together with the short cuffs and placed the key in my pocket.
“What? No comments on my smelly socks?”Dena asked with mock surprise.
“Why make it harder on myself!”I said.
“Tickle fighters, move to the center of the ring and place your feet together!”Marissa said, announcer-like. Dena and I did –our socked soles touched.
“1-2-3…GO!”Marissa said and jumped out of the ring.
Dena immediately swung her feet in front of her in kicking form, and I crawled towards her right away. For about 2 minutes we kinda danced around each other -me trying to lunge at her, her feet fending me off.
Then suddenly Dena kicked her bound feet at me but missed, and I was able to lunge at her mid-section and start tickling her ribs right away. Dena screamed with laughter!
“Aiee! Stop it!”she screamed, and then used her strong arms/hands to pry my tickling hands from her ribcage, pretty easily. Oh no!
“I have you now!”Dena said and wrapped me in her arms, tickling her with her free right hand while holding me with her left arm wrapped around me.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!”I screamed and heard Marissa and Jamie laughing with glee.
Dena tickled me for several seconds this way and I was thinking of yelling time out, but somehow I wriggled away across the mat!
“Ha! I escaped!”I said, getting to my knees while Dena dragged herself towards me along the mat.
“Not for long, silly!”Dena taunted and kicked her bound feet out at me. I got really close to the edge almost fell off the mat.
“Whassa matter, Jesse, need a timeout?”Dena taunted, waving her cuffed feet in the air in front of me.
I did, and Dena kicked her feet out at me and forced me to just about fall off the mat, but as I was falling I screamed “TIMEOUT!”
I had no choice, but I wish I hadn’t. I feared being blindfolded against Dena for 30 seconds, knowing the first thing she would do would be to go into my pocket, get the key, and free her feet. But I feared getting penalized more -that would mean 60 seconds of defenseless blindfolding and tickling. Either way I was in big trouble.
“YES!”Dena exclaimed as I called timeout. “You are DEAD now. Marissa, in 90 seconds use a scarf to blindfold Jess. Then I will finish him off!”
I panted, tired from the tickle fight and realized I was really getting my butt kicked all along. I got to briefly tickled Dena, which was nice, but even with her feet tied she was so much stronger and dangerous than me.
90 seconds went by fast and Marissa blindfolded me and led me to the center of the mat, where I sat.
“We should have him put his hands out of the way, either behind his back or on his head,”Marissa said. “What do you think, Dee? That way he can’t fight back until you touch him?”
“Good idea. And it should be up to the tickler to decide. OK, Jess -put your hands behind your back and don’t move them until I touch you first,”Dena ordered.
I complied, and sat there blindfolded and holding my hands behind my back. Petrified.
“Remember - you can’t take that blindfold off for 30 seconds, Jess!”Marissa said. “And you can’t move until Dena touches you! IF you do, you get a penalty!”
I nodded, scared.
“GO!”Marissa yelled.
I sat there and heard Dena giggling and maneuvering around me, not allowed to move.
“Oh God -what are you doing?!”I shouted at Dena, praying for the buzzer to go off. Dena was now right behind me!
“THIS!”Dena shouted and I felt her bound feet come down over me, scissoring my body. Dena had wrapped her legs around my mid-section, trapping me inside them. And with her feet tied together with cuffs they weren’t coming off!
“Gotcha!”Dena shouted as I heard the buzzer go off. But I couldn’t reach my arms up to take the blindfold off -they were locked in by Dena’s legs!
I was had, as I was about to find out.
“NO!”I yelled, struggling and imprisoned in her legs and feet, as if I was tied up.
“OMIGOD, she got him!”I heard Marissa scream.
“And now…I tickle you until I hear the magic word!”Dena announced, and she sank her fingers into my ribcage and savagely tickled me from behind, and I couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold. “Gitchy gitchy goo! I’m gonna tickle you!”Dena sang, taunting.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”I screamed, blindfolded and helpless. I tried to free my arms but her powerful legs tightened her hold on me. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!”It tickled like hell!
“SAY IT! SAY MERCY!”Dena demanded, her amazing fingers deep in my ribcage.
“NO!”I screamed, panting desperately from the expert tickling. “NONONONO!!!!”
“Jess, you’re dead,”I heard Jamie say while she and Marissa laughed hysterically. “Cut your losses and give in! It will at least spare you from more tickling for a while!”
“Oooooh…Jesse likes being tickled, doesn’t he? DOESN’T HE???”Dena cooed in a little girl’s voice that always drove me crazy. “Well then I have a surprise for him! It’s time to tickle his most ticklish spot….HIS NECK!”And Dena rapidly removed her fingers from my ribs and thrust all 10 fingers to my neck, tickling me at lightning speed. She was right -I was SO ticklish on my neck that it usually caused me to panic.
“AHHHH! AHHHH! NOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEE!!”I squealed, my neck enduring Dena’s savage tickle torture. “Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!”
“SAY IT, Kidnap Boy! Beg me for mercy! Say it and I’ll stop tickling you!!!!!!!!”Dena said.
This went on for about another minute when I just couldn’t take anymore -I was gasping and screaming and near tears and my neck just couldn’t take anymore tickling!
“MERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”I screamed, barely able to pronounce the word. DAMN! Dena beat me again, and without much of a fight, even!
“YES!!!!!!!!”Dena said and stopped tickling me instantly. “I win again!”She lifted her feet off me and I fell to my side, still panting and laughing like a madman. I felt Dena’s feet on my face pulling up my blindfold.
Marissa announced, “8 minutes and 25 seconds. Wow! That was fast!”
“Peekaboo, cutie!!”Dena said sweetly and smiling, looking right at me with her smelly socked feet in my face. “You never had a chance!”
I pulled the blindfold off and lay on the mat, panting and defeated. Dena was amazing, as always.
Dena reached into my pocket -which ALSO made me wince because it tickled -took out the key and uncuffed her feet. She then got up and placed her foot on my chest as I lay flat on my back, panting.
“OK. Enough stalling. You two tie him up,”Dena said to Marissa and Jamie.
Dena then walked towards the stairs as Marissa and Jamie advanced on me, still flat on my back.
“I need to get a drink,”Dena said. “Tie his hands behind his back - usee the short handcuffs for his hands and the long cuffs for his feet, but then fortify everything with rope. I want my prisoner secure!”
Marissa and Jamie each grabbed a foot and dragged me off the mat, over to the couch to be tied up. They sat me on the couch and Dena went upstairs to get a drink,
“Let’s go, Kidnap Boy!”Jamie taunted. Jamie!
“We’ll gag him too,”Marissa said as Jamie tied my hands behind my back with the handcuffs.
“No!”Dena yelled down. “I want to gag him. It’s way more humiliating if I do it, looking him in the eye and smiling while I tape his mouth shut.”
Marissa shrugged and nodded and whispered to me, “I have a feeling I’ll be tied up alongside you soon enough, Jess. Help!”Meanwhile Jamie first cuffed and then bound my feet with more rope.
Jamie giggled and she and Marissa took about 5 minutes to totally tie me up, including ropes around my arms and upper legs and even rope tying my handcuffed hands to my bound feet. It wasn’t a hogtie but it held me tightly in place. Dena was back for most of this and watched as Jamie and Marissa tied me up, sitting in a chair with feet pressed together at the soles while smiling wickedly the whole time.
When Jamie and Marissa finished tying me, Dena thanked them and came over to inspect my bonds.
“Nice job, guys. You two are a couple of professional kidnappers!”Dena said crouching at my feet. “Jamie, do you know how you test if someone is tied up tightly enough?”
“Tickle them?”Jamie asked.
“You got it!”Dena said. “Gitchy gitchy goo, Kidnap Boy!”and Dena reached down with her wiggling fingers and tickled my socked feet, a big grin on her face.
I bucked and shouted, “No! No!”but was tied up well and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Sure you can’t escape?”Dena taunted while still tickling the soles of my feet. “Sure you can’t escape? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
“YES! Please stop! I can’t! I CAN’T!”I begged, closing my eyes and helpless to more tickle torture. And I was still pretty worn out from the tickle fight, anyway.
“Exxxxcellent!!!!!!!”Dena purred like a villain. “You’re not going ANYWHERE!”
Dena then got to her feet, grabbed the duct tape, sat next to me on the couch, swung her socked feet over my lap, grinned the evilest grin I have ever seen from her, tore off a piece of duct tape and placed it tenderly over my mouth to gag me. Then she tore off one more piece and gagged me with it too. Dena then smoothed the tape gag out, looked into my eyes, smiled and leaned in and kissed my gagged mouth.
“Sooooooooo precious!”Dena said softly. “Such a precious little hostage.”
I just stared back, helpless and, yes, loving it. AND dreading it.
“OK. Round 2 -Marissa and Jamie, time to tickle fight!”Dena announced, hopping off me and to her feet. “I get to be the referee this time.”
“We should blindfold him!”Marissa said.
“No, I need his eyes to stay open, in case I need help with a ruling on your tickle fight,”Dena said. “Jesse, make sure you watch carefully. Use this time as a rest period. You’ll need your strength later, but you know now you won’t be tickled for a while!”
I groaned into my gag and sat there, on the couch. Bound, gagged and helpless.
Marissa and Jamie put their feet together and Dena started the match and the timer.
It started by the two of them kind of circling each other and trying to lunge and tickle each other for a few minutes and nothing happened. Dena sat next to me on the couch and we watched.
Jamie tucked her feet under her to protect her.
“Oooh…does that mean you don’t want your feet tickled?”Marissa giggled, trying to get to Jamie’s socked feet.
“YES!”Jamie said. “My feet are REALLY ticklish!”
The two laughed and kinda sparred a little more until about 5 minutes until something happened. While Jamie was trying to get away from Marissa, Marissa was able to grab Jamie by her feet and pull her towards her, and quickly then sat on Jamie’s legs and started to tickle her feet. Jamie writhed around and wound up on her stomach, Marissa on the backs of her legs, holding her down.
“NO!!! Not the feet!”Jamie said.
Dena was impressed.
“Marissa, how did you do that?’ Dena asked.
“No clue! I got lucky,”Marissa said, pulling off one of Jamie’s blue/red argyle socks. “Let’s tickle the bare footsies!”
Marissa used her body to hold down Jamie’s legs and pulled Jamie’s other sock off. She ran her fingers along Jamie’s feet, tickling them mercilessly.
“Tickle tickle tickle!!!”Marissa taunted, using her expert foot-tickling skills to torture Jamie’s helpless feet, her fingers dancing up and down across Jamie’s bare soles. “Wow, your feet ARE ticklish. Too bad -they are mine to tickle-torture now!!!!”
“NO! PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE!”Jamie gasped as Marissa kept tickling her feet. “PL….TIME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Damn!!!!”Marissa yelled, free Jamie’s bare feet. “I HAD YOU!”
Dena stopped the clock. “First timeout at 7 minutes and 16 seconds. Jamie, you have 90 seconds. Sit in the middle of the mat -I need to blindfold you.”Dena grabbed a white scarf and approached a breathless Jamie, now barefoot with her socks discarded at the side of the mat. (She wasn’t allowed to put them back on during the timeout because she was the one who called timeout).
“God, what have I got myself into!”Jamie panted and laughed. “I HATE being tickled!!!!”
“Hee hee hee!”Marissa taunted and walked over to me to pat me on the head. “Looks like you’ll be joining our little Kidnap Boy soon, honey. Ever been tied up before?”
Jamie just laughed nervously as Dena blindfolded her and moved her to the center of the mat.
“Where do you want her hands, Mariss?”Dena asked.
“On her head,”Marissa said, and Jamie complied and placed both hands on top of her head.
Marissa smiled over at me and knelt down and wiggled her fingers in the air, pointing at Jamie and mouthing the words, “She’s dead!”I smiled behind my gag.
“GO!”Dena yelled.
Marissa pounced on Jamie and grabbed her arms to pin her down. Jamie screamed. BUT….
….when Marissa pounced, she got to her feet briefly, crouching. Committing a penalty. And Dena noticed -so did I!
“WAIT!”Dena yelled as Marissa began to tickle a screaming and blindfolded Jamie. “STOP!”
Marissa stopped, annoyed, “What?!”
“You got to your feet! Sorry, Marissa, but you did, and that’s a penalty! Get off her,”Dena ordered.
“YES!”Jamie said, still pinned by Marissa.
“NO! I did not!”Marissa protested, climbing off of Jamie.
“Yes you did. Jess saw it too. Right, Jess?”Dena asked.
Unable to speak because of the gag, I nodded. Dena was right -it was obvious!
Marissa cursed and screamed “AAARGHH!!! I can’t BELIEVE it!”and stomped around the room, clearly pissed off. Dena and Jamie just laughed as Jamie took her blindfold off. I laughed too, under the gag.
“Whew! Lucky, huh?”Jamie asked.
“VERY lucky!”Dena said. “Marissa was about to murder you with tickling!”
Jamie walked over to where her discarded argyle socks were. “Can I put my socks back on now?”Jamie asked.
“Yes,”Dena said. “Go ahead.”And Jamie sat and put the socks back on her feet. Then she got up and walked over to Marissa, enjoying the turned tables.
“OK, darling, let’s go…looks like it might not be me who winds up tied up after all!”Jamie taunted, holding her blindfold and walking to Marissa across the room where she stood. “On your knees on the mat, now!”
“Let’s play something else!”Marissa offered meekly. “We have Jess all tied up -let’s just torture him instead!”
“Marissa, if you are not on the mat in 10 seconds, I promise you will be tied up and tickled all night long. AND we’ll let Jess go!”Dena said, quickly getting to Marissa’s side and grabbing her arm. “Let’s go. 10…9..8..7…”
“OK! Fine! DAMMIT!!!”Marissa yelled, and she stomped back to the mat and knelt down. “That was SO stupid of me!”
“Actually, sit down!”Jamie ordered and Marissa went from her knees to a sitting position.
Dena blindfolded Marissa.
“Hands on your head, Marissa,”Jamie ordered. Marissa complied, giggling and clearly terrified.
“Remember,”Dena reminded, “you can’t fight back -not even resist -for a minute!”
Marissa squealed and quivered, blindfolded and smiling nervously.
“GO!”
Jamie didn’t make the same mistake as Marissa -instead she crawled behind Marissa, grabbed her hands from atop her head, and pulled them down. Jamie then knelt on Marissa’s hands, pinning her from over her head.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!”Marissa screamed.
“Shut up!”Jamie said, and reached down and pulled one of her own socks off. “Open your mouth!”
Marissa did thanks to her screaming and Jamie stuffed a sock in her mouth. “You aren’t allowed to spit it out for…how long Dena?”
“33 more seconds,”Dena said.
“MMMMMMPGH!”Marissa yelled into the sock.
“Now it’s MY turn to tickle YOU!”Jamie taunted and began to crazily tickle Marissa’s exposed armpits and upper ribs. Marissa’s short ruffled sleeves were hiked way up by now and her arms were flush red from the tickle terror. “Tickle torture time!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!”Marissa screamed into the sock.
“Don’t worry -when I’m ready for you to yell mercy, I’ll take the sock out,”Jamie said, still wildly tickling Marissa’s armpits and ribs. “You guys were right -she is SO ticklish!”
More screaming from Marissa. Dena yelled, “60! Marissa you can fight back now….though I don’t think you can”and then laughed. I laughed too -watching Jamie tickle-torture a blindfolded and gagged Marissa was awesome!
“MMMMMMMMMMMM….PUH!”Marissa screamed and spat out the sock gag. “NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“YES YES YES!!!”Jamie shot back, still tickling and pinning her. It looked like she was tickling Marissa nearly to death -Marissa’s screams got louder and Jamie’s tickling intensified, and Marissa was blindfolded and perfectly pinned to the ground by Jamie with her arms over her head, totally helpless.
“Say mercy or I’ll gag you again!”Jamie ordered, tickling her ribs from above with her fluttering fingers. Jamie’s tickling was brutal.
“NO!”Marissa screamed.
“Last chance before I gag you! Say it now or face 5 minutes more of tickling, and you won’t be able to yell “mercy”through the gag!”Jamie threatened as she tickled Marissa.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”Marissa screamed, writhing and trying to break free to no avail.
“OK -FINE!”Jamie yelled and shoved the sock back in Marissa’s mouth and held it place with her hand. “You had your chance.”
The next 5 minutes were something to see. While Marissa’s kicked her socked feet helplessly in the air, blindfolded, sock-gagged and pinned by Jamie, Jamie calmly used one hand to tickle her into a crazy state of mind. I’d been forced to watch twice before as Dena tickled Marissa nearly to death, but this maybe was even worse because Marissa was fighting so hard to not give in.
Jamie used several methods -she dug one or 2 fingers into Marissa’s armpits, one at a time. THAT was pure torture! She rapid-tickled Marissa’s ribs with her one free hand, up and down her ribcage. And then she started to lightly tickle her neck, which made Marissa’s squeal so loudly under the gag it actually shocked us.
“MMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEE!!!!”Marissa squealed into the sock, helpless as Jamie tickle-tortured her neck.
“My God!”Dena said. “Jess, YOU never even make sounds like that!!!!”
I nodded, actually feeling bad for Marissa. It was so clear how much more ticklish she was than any of us….and WE were all INCREDIBLY ticklish! But this was crazy. She was like the most ticklish person on earth!
Jamie’s methodical and ruthless one-handed tickle-torture lasted until Dena announced “15 minutes!”Meaning this had been going for nearly 8 minutes, the last 5 or so with Marissa hand-sock gagged.
“If I take the gag out of your mouth, will you scream ‘Mercy?”Jamie asked, still tickling helpless and sobbing Marissa. “Will you? Will you? Will you?”And she punctuated each “Will you?”with a hard tickle to the ribs. Jamie was so forceful that it startled me. She was like Dena! When Marissa tickled you she taunted you playfully and giggled and all. Dena did that plenty of times too, but when she wanted to Dena was so demanding and dominant it was almost scary. Jamie was like that now while tickling Marissa.
“MMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHH!”Marissa screamed, desperate, and nodded her head violently, pleading for Jamie to stop.
“OK - let’s hear it!”Jamie yelled and took her hand off Marissa’s mouth and pulled the sock out.
“MERCY!!! MERCY!! MERCY!!!”Marissa screamed over and over again, hysterical with laughter. Jamie giggled and got off of her and took Marissa’s blindfold off. We could see the tears in her eyes.
“Well…16 minutes and 12 seconds!”Dena said, giggling. “That was brutal to watch. You OK, Marissa?”
“NO! No! No!”Marissa panted, laughing on the mat. “I hate you all! You all suck! I hate you all!”
She didn’t -she was laughing. Jamie and Dena laughed.
Dena walked over, giggling, with a pair of short handcuffs and tied Marissa’s hands behind her back. Marissa tried to resist -”No,,,please….don’t”-but couldn’t and Dena easily cuffed her hands behind her back.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll let you get your strength back before we fully tie you up!”Dena said, pulling her puffy sleeves down and straightening her blouse. “My God -I thought I was a brutal tickler. I think Jamie almost killed you!”
Marissa panted more on the mat, her hands now tied behind her back, and laughed and laid there on the mat. Jamie and Dena went upstairs for a drink and a break, “Finals will be in 15 minutes!”Dena announced.
After a minute or two Marissa got up, smiling and giggling nervously still and walking over to me with her hands tied behind her. She sat down next to me on the couch.
“Well, here we are again, Jess. We’re in for a long night!”Marissa sighed and smiled. I smiled behind my gag, still tightly tied up. “You poor thing! If my hands weren’t tied I’d take your gag off.”And Marissa leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, which felt GREAT.
Dena and Jamie came back downstairs, very pleased with themselves. Dena still had her grey argyle socks on. Jamie was barefoot, having used her socks to gag Marissa.
“Time to tie up another hostage!”Dena said, and grabbed the long handcuffs and crouched down in front of us and chained Marissa’s feet together. Then she took a 5-foot length of rope and bound Marissa’s ankles tightly, in a way that I don’t think a magician could escape from.
Meanwhile Jamie tied ropes around Marissa’s arms and upper legs, just like me, and then Dena tied her cuffed hands to her bound feet, just like me.
Dena crouched again in front of Marissa and grinned an evil grin.
“Think I tied you up tight enough, or do I need to test it?’ Dena asked. “Think you can escape?”
“NO! I can’t! Please, Dena, don’t!”Marissa begged and writhed, on the couch, unable to move.
“Oooooh…I think I should test anyway!”Dena said, her eyes sparkling. Marissa continued to whimper “No!”while Dena wiggled her fingers in the air.
“Let’s see just how well we tied Marissa up!”Dena said, and then used her wiggling fingers -just like she did to me -to tickle Marissa’s bound feet. Even though Marissa had those grey knee socks on, Marissa’s squealed with laughter while Dena tickled her helpless feet.
“Gitchy gitchy goo!”Dena taunted, tickling Marissa’s socked feet for 15 or 20 seconds -longer than she did me. “Try to escape. Try it! Try to escape, hostage!”
“I can’t!”Marissa screamed, flopping to her side on the couch but her feet still at Dena’s mercy. “I can’t!!! Please!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!”
Dena giggled and stopped, and then propped Marissa back up next to me on the couch.
“Just testing -yep, just like Jesse, YOU’RE not going anywhere!”Dena said, and then she got up. “Jamie, why don’t you gag her. You earned it.”
Jamie grabbed the duct tape, smiled VERY evil-like while standing over Marissa, and tore off a piece of tape and gagged Marissa with it. Then one more.
“So pretty and helpless,”Jamie said, smoothing the tape over Marissa’s mouth while Marissa’s gorgeous eyes stared at her, totally at her mercy. “To answer your question? Yes, I’ve been tied up before. But not by you, Marissa! No no -YOU are MY hostage now!”
Dena laughed hard, and said to Jamie, “You’ve been tied up? I think I want to hear that story!”And the two of them laughed.
Then the two of them stood over their two bound and gagged captives, their arms folded and small smiles on their faces, looking down on us with very little pity. Dena looked so sure of herself and indestructible, but also so feminine and gorgeous in her short-sleeved black blouse with the puffy sleeves, her green cargos, and her beloved grey argyle socks.
Jamie also looked in total control and forceful, but at the same time adorable. Her green short-sleeved hoodie, blue sweats and bare feet was the wardrobe of a college girl in her dorm room, not a kidnapper and torturer. But that’s who she was!
“No matter what happens in our tickle fight, the good news is YOU TWO are going to suffer tonight with the worst tickle torture of your lives!”Dena purred, taunting and devastating. “Every inch of you bodies, from the bottoms of your feet to the tops of your ears, will suffer my torture!”
I just sat there and swallowed and took it, nervous and exhilarated. Marissa MMPHH’d a little and squirmed and was clearly terrified of what awaited her.
“OK. We have 5 minutes before our tickle fight?”Jamie asked. “I need a pair of socks - all of mine are in the laundry.”
“Yep -there’s tons of socks here, or feel free to get a pair from upstairs,”Dena said. Marissa and I sat there, bound and gagged on the couch, both having already endured major tickle-torture and knowing a lot more was coming!
Jamie grabbed a pair of brown cable-knit socks and sat down and put them on her feet. She then grabbed the final pair of short handcuffs and she and Dena sat on the mat.
“I have to tie your feet now,”Jamie said, and Dena agreed and cuffed Dena’s deadly feet at the ankles. “Where should I put the key?”
“Inside one of your socks,”Dena said, and Jamie dropped the cuff key into her right sock. “With these two tied up we’ll have to referee ourselves, and we won’t be able to use the timer. We’ll figure out how long the match and the breaks are from the TV clock.”
Jamie agreed and she and Dena moved to the center of the mat, pressing their socked feet together.
“Ready?”Dena asked, giggling a little nervously.
“I’m not sure…we can’t just call it a draw?”Jamie asked, also giggling.
“That would be wrong, considering what our two hostages have been through. We owe them a tickle fight!”Dena laughed.
“OK,”Jamie said with a sigh and a laugh. “Here goes nothing!”
“GO!”
Even though Jamie knew karate pretty well -the way she was able to keep Marissa pinned down I think had to do with her martial arts training -I didn’t figure this to be a fair fight. Dena was just lethal, even with her feet tied.
Dena and Jamie took right to wrestling, much to my delight. Fits of laughter came out as they tried to tickle each other, with Jamie actually landing some good tickles to Dena’s ribs as Dena squealed at being tickled.
“You’re better than I thought!”Dena giggled, sitting with her feet raised in front of her while Jamie protected herself on her knees, facing Dena. “I need to get my feet untied!”
Jamie just laughed, “We’ll see.”
A short time later Dena lowered her feet and let her guard down and I sensed it was a trap. I was right. Jamie lunged at her and actually sat in Dena’s lap and starting to tickle her, and while Dena briefly screamed and laughed, she quickly used her powerful hands to grab both of Jamie’s hands and pull them away from where she was tickling.
“NO!”Jamie said, now in Dena’s clutches.
“Hah!”Dena yelled and quickly spun Jamie around and got her in a bear hug from behind, with Dena on her knees. Then Dena quickly began to harshly tickle Jamie’s ribs from behind with both hands.
“AHHHH!!! NO!!!!!!!”Jamie said, thrashing around and trying to get away. But even though her hands were free, Dena’s fingers were sunk deeply into Jamie’s ribs and it was very hard to escape. “AAIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”
Jamie trashed around and fell to the ground and now Dena was over her, on her knees, reaching down and tickling her nonstop with her fingers buried in Jamie’s ribs.
“Gothca!!!!”Dena yelled as she laughed and kept tickling Jamie. “Need a timeout???? Huh? Huh? HUH?????????????????”
“NO!”Jamie screamed though peels of laughter. But then surprisingly Jamie was able to finally reach our and grab Dena’s feet -Dena was kneeling, but her feet were chained together and Jamie was able to grab the handcuffs that bound them and pull hard. It knocked Dena down, towards Jamie, and got Dena to stop tickling.
“You suck!”Dena said as Jamie climbed onto her legs and pinned them, with Dena on her stomach. Jamie pressed down on Dena to hold her in place, sitting on the backs of Dena’s thighs and then had Dena’s socked feet in front of her.
“Are YOUR feet ticklish, sweetie?”Jamie asked loudly, stroking Dena’s socked feet up and down with her fingers. “Are they? Do you have ticklish feet? Huh? Huh?”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”Dena screamed and laughed. “YES! YES THEY ARE!!! AHHHH!!! You SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Marissa and I looked at each other through our gags and were both stunned. How did Jamie get the upper hand on Dena like this?
What had happened was Dena couldn’t properly balance herself with her feet tied, and when Jamie -with some martial arts training helping her, I think -pulled on the handcuff chain that bound her feet, Dena lost control. And this took her by surprise and allowed her to be caught off-guard.
“Let’s tickle these pretty feet then, shall new?”Jamie taunted, and quickly took off Dena’s grey socks. “Whew! Dena, you’re feet really do stink!”
“I’ll kill you -DON’T YOU DARE!!!!”Dena screamed, near hysterics -Dena loved to shout orders, even when not in control. ïŠ But Jamie was positioned on top of her in a way that left Dena’s feet pretty helpless for the time being. She had Dena’s feet at her mercy the way Marissa had Jamie’s feet for a short while in their tickle fight.
“You’ll kill ME?”Jamie yelled, now tickling Dena’s bare and tied feet up and down, methodically and sadistically. “I think I’m the one who might tickle YOU to death! Unless you need a timeout? Do you? Do you? I’ll understand if you do!”
Dena screamed “NO!”and Jamie kept tickling her bare and VERY ticklish feet. Was Dena going to lose this???
Nope.
Jamie kept at Dena’s bare feet for about a minute and Dena was screaming and laughing like crazy, but suddenly Dena found the strength to reach back and pull Jamie by her sweatshirt, causing Jamie to fall off of Dena’s legs.
“EEEE!!!! NO!!!”Jamie said, now on the mat.
Dena sprang into action and grabbed Jamie and pinned her to the mat, face up. Even though her feet were tied, Dena was able to use her legs enough to pin Jamie’s shoulders from above her head, using her left hand to hold Jamie down as well. Jamie struggled but was stuck.
Dena looked down at Jamie, their faces upside down to each other, and said, “I’ll be taking the key now. Gimme your foot!”
Jamie screamed “NO!”but Dena used her right hand to grab Jamie’s leg by the sweatpants and bring her right foot up, Jamie’s knee bent, closer to Dena’s face. Jamie’s foot now in front of her face, Dena used her left hand to hold it in place and her right hand to take Jamie’s sock off, and then Dena reached inside it and grabbed the key.
“Looking for this?!”Dena taunted, returning her left hand to Jamie’s shoulders to help her legs hold her down. She also tucked the brown cable knit knee sock she took off Jamie’s foot into her pants pocket. “I might need this is a minute!”
“NO! NO! NO!”Jamie screamed.
Dena then moved very quickly. First she swung her body around, bound feet and all, and sat squarely on Jamie’s torso while Jamie screamed “OW!”
Dena stopped for a second. “You OK?”
“Yeah. You just suck is all!”
Dena giggled and continued. Using her left hand to hold off Jamie’s flailing arms, Dena used her right hand to reach down to her now-bare feet and unlock the handcuffs. Dena kicked her feet free, the unlocked cuff still on her left foot, but now Dena had both hands and both feet to use against Jamie.
About 10 minutes had gone by by this point. Marissa and I again exchanged looks with our gagged faces, as if to say, “Dena did it again!”
“NOW you’re gonna it!”Dena screamed and straddled Jamie’s upper body. She easily pinned Jamie’s arms over her head with her legs, and Dena then reached back and began to savagely tickle Jamie’s ribs!
“NO! PLEASE! STOP!!!!”Jamie begged at the top of her lungs.
“What’s the magic word?”Dena yelled, continuing to mercilessly tickle Jamie’s ribs. This was VERY similar to how she subdued me in her kitchen a few months earlier.
“I WON’T SAY IT! I WON’T SAY IT! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”Jamie shrieked, near hysterics.
“Fine! Then you won’t say anything! Including Time Out!”Dena yelled and quickly reached into her pocket, pulled out the brown sock she’d taken off of Jamie’s foot, and shoved in it Jamie’s mouth. Dena held the sock in place by clamping her hand over Jamie’s mouth.
“T…..MMMMMMPH!!!!”Jamie screamed as Dena gagged here, clearly about to yell “Time Out”but unable to get the words out because of the sock gag now in her mouth.
With Dena’s left hand and the sock now totally muffling Jamie’s crazy screams, Dena was now free to administer what I can only call brutal tickle torture on Jamie’s stomach and ribs with her free right hand. This was amazing to watch -Dena was an unstoppable force!
“MMMPH!”Jamie’s screamed into the gag over and over again, but Dena’s strong hand kept the sock gag in her mouth and kept on tickling Jamie’s ribs and stomach with more and more ferocity. I recognized the helpless Jamie was feeling and the muffled sounds she was shrieking -Dena was tickling Jamie to death! At least that’s what it must have felt like.
I would guess this went on for at least 10 minutes before Dena stopped tickling her, tossed her hair back, and moved her face an inch from Jamie’s gagged, terrified face. Dena’s arms were flushed red -she was hot and sweaty and exhilarated, you could tell. She was so great-looking, especially all worked up like this.
“If I take this sock out of your mouth, you had better yell ‘Mercy!’ Because if you don’t and yell ‘Time out’ instead, you will be way sorrier than you are now!”Dena said emphatically, her hand firmly over Jamie’s mouth. “You’ll be blindfolded. First I’ll pin you. Then I’ll stuff this sock in your mouth again, and I’ll tie the other sock around your head to hold the gag in place. Then you won’t be able to scream “Mercy!”and I’ll tickle you for 20 minutes, until you cry like a baby! You’ll be blindfolded and gagged and tickled to insanity! And you won’t be able to stop it! SO….will you yell mercy? Will you?”
Jamie, after a few seconds, nodded, defeated. Marissa grunted, as if to say, “Damn!”I just shook my hand. Dena, once more, was the master!
Dena slowly pulled the sock out of Jamie’s mouth and Jamie, choking back tears and laughing like crazy woman, panted out the word, “Mercy.”
Dena had won the Tickle Fight Championship!
Marissa and I sat bound and gagged and watched the victorious Dena use her bare foot to role Jamie over on her back on the mat, as Jamie lay there gasping and laughing and trying to collect yourself, one sock on and one sock now sitting beside her head, having been used to gag her.
“Who’s the champion?”Dena asked her, planting her bare foot on Jamie’s stomach.
“You…you are,”Jamie breathed. “Oh God…I thought I was gonna die!”
“Tickle torture will do that to you, especially when it is administered by the Greatest Tickler Ever!”Dena smiled.
“You won,”Jamie said through short breaths and laughs. “…Please tell me you’re gonna take the money!”
“What…am…I…going…to…do…with…YOU, Jamie?”Dena asked, leaving her bare foot on Jamie’s mid-section while Jamie stayed on the mat, not daring to get up. “I could use the $80, to be sure. And I already have TWO hostages. But having a third hostage to tie up and tickle all night, all by myself…well, that’s awfully tempting too!”
“Dena,”Jamie panted, “please…!”
“Shhhhhh,”Dena hushed her, crouching down and covering Jamie’s mouth with her hand. “It’s better if you don’t talk. I haven’t decided yet. Tell you what! I need some time to think. So I’m going to tie your hands behind your back while I do that. But I won’t tie you up fully UNLESS I decide to take you hostage. But I have to keep you from trying to escape. If I decide to take the money, I promise I’ll let you go right away, OK!”
Jamie, with little choice, nodded her head as Dena’s hand kept her gagged.
“Good. Now roll onto your stomach and don’t say anything!”Dena ordered. Jamie complied.
Dena reached into her pocket, took out the key to the handcuffs that still dangled from her ankle, and took the cuffs off her feet. She then handcuffed Jamie’s hands behind her back and told Jamie to get up, and then led her to the couch and sat her to my left. Marissa was to my right.
Dena tore off a piece of duct tape, grinned, and gagged Jamie with it. Just one piece. Dena then reached down and removed Jamie’s remaining one brown cable knit knee sock and discarded it.
“There -now you match!”Dena joked, giggling. Jamie just grunted into her tape gag.
“So here we are! Tied and gagged for now, all three of you,”Dena said, sitting on the floor in front of us, grabbing her grey-green argyle socks from the side of the mat, and putting them back on her feet. “I am going to the bathroom and then to get a drink and snack. Don’t even think of trying to escape. The handcuffs will easily prevent that, but if you even move, you’ll be very sorry!”
SEE BELOW FOR MORE!
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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)
- 09 - Colombus Day Weekend Kidnapping (fff/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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