FIRST CHAPTER OF MY FIRST STORY - feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy!
Anna knew she was in trouble. What had started innocently enough as a few drinks and a chill out session with her closest friend had turned into something totally unexpected, and, on her part at least, totally unwanted.
Ben had started things off with a drunken bet – but he wasn’t drunk in the first place, something which Anna hadn’t realised and which had made a big difference. The bet? That he would not only win a tickle fight with her, but that she would beg for mercy within 5 minutes. And to the victor the spoils – if he won, he could tie Anna up, and tickle her for the rest of the night. If he lost – well, vice versa. Either way he would have been happy, but he knew Anna wouldn’t really want to tie him up and tickle him, so this bet had to be one way traffic. And Anna was worth the (admittedly limited) struggle it took him to win the fight – 5’ 4” of cute sex appeal, all restrained lust and controlled haughtiness. Deep down he reckoned she would be well worth a good tickle torture.
It took him two minutes to win the fight – she was tipsy anyway, and given that he was 5’7” and a good three stone heavier, she didn’t really have much of a chance. He had quickly managed to pin her face down on the sofa, straddled her thighs, pulled her arms behind her back, and pinioned her wrists with one hand, thereby leaving his right hand with the freedom to wreak havoc all over her sides, back, neck and shoulders. Quick pinches, strokes, prods, caresses - everything elicited a squeal or shriek.
‘Come on Anna, beg me for mercy, ‘cause you haven’t got a chance of escape and you know it – do you really think you can take another 4 minutes of this!? Beg for mercy, beg and I’ll give you a breather. I was only joking about the tying up thing – I just want to win the bet.’
She didn’t give up straight away, mainly due to her lingering sense of pride, but when Ben sneaked his cold hand up under her t-shirt and started poking her ribs, Anna gave it up as soon as she could open her mouth and get a word out – ‘Okay, okay, I give Ben, I give. Stop it for God’s sake. STOP IT!! Mercy, mercy, mercccyyyyyyyy……’
The tickling stopped after another 30 seconds, Anna’s hands still trapped behind her back. Ben shimmied down her legs a bit, released her hands, gave her lovely pert butt a quick friendly pat, climbed off her back and walked out of the room. All Anna could do at this moment in time was b-r-e-a-t-h-e, slowly at first, great big gulps gasped and swallowed, like reverse hiccups. After a minute, with her breathing reverting to some form of normalcy, she heard footsteps returning to the lounge, and just as she was starting to turn over to see what Ben was up to his full thirteen stones dropped onto her butt, his powerful thighs pinioning her to the sofa again. He meant to keep her there for some time…
Before she knew what was happening, Ben had grabbed her wrists again, and with two quick metallic ‘clicks’ her arms were cuffed behind her.
‘Ben what THE FUCmnnnnfffmnnnu’. First rule of tickling someone who doesn’t want to be tickled by you – either be a long way from anyone who might hear, or keep ‘em quiet. The ballgag Ben had bought especially for this purpose was perfect – Anna was gonna be kept quiet enough so that only he could enjoy her muffled screams and pleadings. The red colouring also went with her trousers – not that she would be keeping them on much longer.
At this stage Anna was getting frantic – and starting to rapidly sober up – she knew that Ben had a thing about tickling, but had never really understood what it was all about. Frankly, she thought it was downright weird – now, all of a sudden, it was downright scary. He was her best friend for Christ’s sake, so what the hell did he thi….haaaaaaaaaaa ….mnnnmnnnnnnnn….mnnmmmmmthhhth…
Ben had taken this opportunity to start digging the fingers of both hands into Anna’s ribs, and with her body trapped beneath him and her hands trapped behind her back, she was in no position to argue. In fact the only position she was in was one where she could scream helplessly into her gag. Her arms were flailing behind her, but because her wrists were attached by a few inches of chain, the flailing was pretty near useless. Ben was just enjoying the sight of his best friend wiggling in front of his eyes, and the sound of the stalled guffaws and blunted grunts emanating from around the sides of the red ballgag that was set so delightfully between her pearly whites. Best of all was the feel of her downright gorgeous ass writhing around beneath him – one cheek would tense and twist, then the other, jiggling up against his thighs and bum. When he got her good on both sides of her ribcage, Anna would arch her back as much as she could, and try to dig her face into the soft linen of the sofa covering - as if she could somehow dive through the material and swim away from his deft, darting touches.
Time to up the ante Ben thought – lets get the legs tied as well, so she can find out what helpless tickle torture is all about. When he felt that Anna was exhausted from her ticklish exertions, he scooted down to her ankles – this not only gave her a breather, but gave him a chance to make some progress in stripping her clothes off. Fingers quickly snaking into the tops of her trousers, Ben gently peeled them down over her legs, revelling in the sight of her ass as it was revealed in all its captive glory, soft pink knickers riding up her cheeks so that most of the flesh was already laid bare in front of him. Controlling an almost uncontrollable urge to smack and tickle it, his mind returned to the job at hand, and he continued to pull the trousers down to her ankles – quickly shifting position and spinning himself around to face her feet, he undid her shoes, flicked them to the floor, and then finished pulling the trousers off. He gave a quick stroke of her soles for good measure (eliciting a delightful squeal from behind him), and then grabbed the piece of rope he had hid behind the backing pillow of the sofa.
Concentrating all his weight on Anna’s knees, he pulled her ankles towards him and quickly looped the rope around them a number of times, drawing it tightly together, then tying it off with a few loops made vertically between her legs, cinching the whole mass into an attractive and snug bundle of fibre. He could feel her trying to wiggle her legs free, but it was too late for that to have any effect, and all Anna achieved was to excite Ben even more with the sight of her toned calves struggling in front of him. All that remained was to quickly pull off and discard her two socks (also pink – she liked matching her wardrobe), and put the next stage of his plan into action.
Ben clambered off his newly acquired tickleslave and grabbed her ankles, pulling her down to the foot of the sofa and laying her ankles on the arm – half a minute later her feet were securely tied to the arm, with another piece of rope that Ben had hidden. This time he had attached one end to her ankles, then tied the other end to the central foot of the sofa. With Anna now secured and unable to get away, he gave her a firm sharp slap on the rump, and one indignant squeal later disappeared into the kitchen to get some tools to tickle torture her with. Anna sneaked a glance over her shoulder, all the time pleading into her gag for release, but Ben wasn’t about to let up, and she had no idea what was going to be done to her next.
Ben walked back into the room holding something behind his back, staring at Anna – “Well Anna, how are you feeling now? Glad you lost the bet? I doubt it, but don’t worry, you’re gonna be at my mercy for quite some time – at the least I intend to keep you tied up and begging for the rest of the night. What do you say to that.”
Curiosity and fear surged together through Anna’s mind as she strained her neck to see what Ben was carrying, while at the same time every swearword known to man struggled to make it through the gag and into Ben’s ears, each one alternating with a plea for mercy. Tough titty – she wasn’t about to be freed.
Ben sauntered towards the end of the sofa where Anna’s head was, turning his body away from her as he got nearer, then continuing the turn as he passed her – as she twisted her head to see what he carried with him, he twisted his body to ensure she didn’t find out. Reaching the arm of the sofa, he knelt down facing her, depositing his goodies behind him. With a wicked smile he questioned her: “Do you want to know what I’m going to torture you with? What items I have found to tease, tickle and titillate you with? Well, there are feathers and many other surprises – oh and by the way, don’t think you’ll be staying in the same position all night either. If you think this is bad, wait until I have you spreadeagled on my bed face up. You’d be surprised just how much you’ll howl when I tickle your thighs and… other parts of your body.”
As realisation dawned, Anna tried to scream, her eyes widening in shock at what she thought… no, knew was going to happen to her later that evening. As her head reared up from the sofa, Ben rapidly brought the blindfold out from behind his back and snapped it in place around her eyes. It was one of those shaped and moulded blindfolds you get for travelling – not only did it serve its purpose, it looked good on her too. If Anna had thought she was in trouble before, now she realised that had been nothing - and, as two hands descended into her armpits, the last thing she heard before laughter took her was Ben’s voice whispering right by her ear “I love to play – don’t you?”
TBC
Anna knew she was in trouble. What had started innocently enough as a few drinks and a chill out session with her closest friend had turned into something totally unexpected, and, on her part at least, totally unwanted.
Ben had started things off with a drunken bet – but he wasn’t drunk in the first place, something which Anna hadn’t realised and which had made a big difference. The bet? That he would not only win a tickle fight with her, but that she would beg for mercy within 5 minutes. And to the victor the spoils – if he won, he could tie Anna up, and tickle her for the rest of the night. If he lost – well, vice versa. Either way he would have been happy, but he knew Anna wouldn’t really want to tie him up and tickle him, so this bet had to be one way traffic. And Anna was worth the (admittedly limited) struggle it took him to win the fight – 5’ 4” of cute sex appeal, all restrained lust and controlled haughtiness. Deep down he reckoned she would be well worth a good tickle torture.
It took him two minutes to win the fight – she was tipsy anyway, and given that he was 5’7” and a good three stone heavier, she didn’t really have much of a chance. He had quickly managed to pin her face down on the sofa, straddled her thighs, pulled her arms behind her back, and pinioned her wrists with one hand, thereby leaving his right hand with the freedom to wreak havoc all over her sides, back, neck and shoulders. Quick pinches, strokes, prods, caresses - everything elicited a squeal or shriek.
‘Come on Anna, beg me for mercy, ‘cause you haven’t got a chance of escape and you know it – do you really think you can take another 4 minutes of this!? Beg for mercy, beg and I’ll give you a breather. I was only joking about the tying up thing – I just want to win the bet.’
She didn’t give up straight away, mainly due to her lingering sense of pride, but when Ben sneaked his cold hand up under her t-shirt and started poking her ribs, Anna gave it up as soon as she could open her mouth and get a word out – ‘Okay, okay, I give Ben, I give. Stop it for God’s sake. STOP IT!! Mercy, mercy, mercccyyyyyyyy……’
The tickling stopped after another 30 seconds, Anna’s hands still trapped behind her back. Ben shimmied down her legs a bit, released her hands, gave her lovely pert butt a quick friendly pat, climbed off her back and walked out of the room. All Anna could do at this moment in time was b-r-e-a-t-h-e, slowly at first, great big gulps gasped and swallowed, like reverse hiccups. After a minute, with her breathing reverting to some form of normalcy, she heard footsteps returning to the lounge, and just as she was starting to turn over to see what Ben was up to his full thirteen stones dropped onto her butt, his powerful thighs pinioning her to the sofa again. He meant to keep her there for some time…
Before she knew what was happening, Ben had grabbed her wrists again, and with two quick metallic ‘clicks’ her arms were cuffed behind her.
‘Ben what THE FUCmnnnnfffmnnnu’. First rule of tickling someone who doesn’t want to be tickled by you – either be a long way from anyone who might hear, or keep ‘em quiet. The ballgag Ben had bought especially for this purpose was perfect – Anna was gonna be kept quiet enough so that only he could enjoy her muffled screams and pleadings. The red colouring also went with her trousers – not that she would be keeping them on much longer.
At this stage Anna was getting frantic – and starting to rapidly sober up – she knew that Ben had a thing about tickling, but had never really understood what it was all about. Frankly, she thought it was downright weird – now, all of a sudden, it was downright scary. He was her best friend for Christ’s sake, so what the hell did he thi….haaaaaaaaaaa ….mnnnmnnnnnnnn….mnnmmmmmthhhth…
Ben had taken this opportunity to start digging the fingers of both hands into Anna’s ribs, and with her body trapped beneath him and her hands trapped behind her back, she was in no position to argue. In fact the only position she was in was one where she could scream helplessly into her gag. Her arms were flailing behind her, but because her wrists were attached by a few inches of chain, the flailing was pretty near useless. Ben was just enjoying the sight of his best friend wiggling in front of his eyes, and the sound of the stalled guffaws and blunted grunts emanating from around the sides of the red ballgag that was set so delightfully between her pearly whites. Best of all was the feel of her downright gorgeous ass writhing around beneath him – one cheek would tense and twist, then the other, jiggling up against his thighs and bum. When he got her good on both sides of her ribcage, Anna would arch her back as much as she could, and try to dig her face into the soft linen of the sofa covering - as if she could somehow dive through the material and swim away from his deft, darting touches.
Time to up the ante Ben thought – lets get the legs tied as well, so she can find out what helpless tickle torture is all about. When he felt that Anna was exhausted from her ticklish exertions, he scooted down to her ankles – this not only gave her a breather, but gave him a chance to make some progress in stripping her clothes off. Fingers quickly snaking into the tops of her trousers, Ben gently peeled them down over her legs, revelling in the sight of her ass as it was revealed in all its captive glory, soft pink knickers riding up her cheeks so that most of the flesh was already laid bare in front of him. Controlling an almost uncontrollable urge to smack and tickle it, his mind returned to the job at hand, and he continued to pull the trousers down to her ankles – quickly shifting position and spinning himself around to face her feet, he undid her shoes, flicked them to the floor, and then finished pulling the trousers off. He gave a quick stroke of her soles for good measure (eliciting a delightful squeal from behind him), and then grabbed the piece of rope he had hid behind the backing pillow of the sofa.
Concentrating all his weight on Anna’s knees, he pulled her ankles towards him and quickly looped the rope around them a number of times, drawing it tightly together, then tying it off with a few loops made vertically between her legs, cinching the whole mass into an attractive and snug bundle of fibre. He could feel her trying to wiggle her legs free, but it was too late for that to have any effect, and all Anna achieved was to excite Ben even more with the sight of her toned calves struggling in front of him. All that remained was to quickly pull off and discard her two socks (also pink – she liked matching her wardrobe), and put the next stage of his plan into action.
Ben clambered off his newly acquired tickleslave and grabbed her ankles, pulling her down to the foot of the sofa and laying her ankles on the arm – half a minute later her feet were securely tied to the arm, with another piece of rope that Ben had hidden. This time he had attached one end to her ankles, then tied the other end to the central foot of the sofa. With Anna now secured and unable to get away, he gave her a firm sharp slap on the rump, and one indignant squeal later disappeared into the kitchen to get some tools to tickle torture her with. Anna sneaked a glance over her shoulder, all the time pleading into her gag for release, but Ben wasn’t about to let up, and she had no idea what was going to be done to her next.
Ben walked back into the room holding something behind his back, staring at Anna – “Well Anna, how are you feeling now? Glad you lost the bet? I doubt it, but don’t worry, you’re gonna be at my mercy for quite some time – at the least I intend to keep you tied up and begging for the rest of the night. What do you say to that.”
Curiosity and fear surged together through Anna’s mind as she strained her neck to see what Ben was carrying, while at the same time every swearword known to man struggled to make it through the gag and into Ben’s ears, each one alternating with a plea for mercy. Tough titty – she wasn’t about to be freed.
Ben sauntered towards the end of the sofa where Anna’s head was, turning his body away from her as he got nearer, then continuing the turn as he passed her – as she twisted her head to see what he carried with him, he twisted his body to ensure she didn’t find out. Reaching the arm of the sofa, he knelt down facing her, depositing his goodies behind him. With a wicked smile he questioned her: “Do you want to know what I’m going to torture you with? What items I have found to tease, tickle and titillate you with? Well, there are feathers and many other surprises – oh and by the way, don’t think you’ll be staying in the same position all night either. If you think this is bad, wait until I have you spreadeagled on my bed face up. You’d be surprised just how much you’ll howl when I tickle your thighs and… other parts of your body.”
As realisation dawned, Anna tried to scream, her eyes widening in shock at what she thought… no, knew was going to happen to her later that evening. As her head reared up from the sofa, Ben rapidly brought the blindfold out from behind his back and snapped it in place around her eyes. It was one of those shaped and moulded blindfolds you get for travelling – not only did it serve its purpose, it looked good on her too. If Anna had thought she was in trouble before, now she realised that had been nothing - and, as two hands descended into her armpits, the last thing she heard before laughter took her was Ben’s voice whispering right by her ear “I love to play – don’t you?”
TBC
