laughter_n_love
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Babysitter Tickle Story (yes, another one) Part V
Jenny heard the words, "That will be my brother Ricky and his friends," coming out of little Adam Fuller's mouth, and her heart dropped out of her chest. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" her brain screamed, but she had no strength left to protest. Adam had tickled all the fight out of her. At this point, all she could do was cough and suck in giant gasps of air. Her entire body ached, and her brain felt covered in fog. Passing out seemed like a good idea, but consciousness refused to leave her. Any form of escape from this nightmare was welcome.
Timmy heard the words, "Get the door, Timmy", but he was too scared to move. Things had gotten terribly out of control in a hurry. Adam had turned into some kind of tickling monster, and Jenny was delirious from the ordeal Adam had put her through. And now there was someone at the door. How did Adam know who it was? It could have been anyone, including someone who liked to rob houses and cut up little kids. He sat wide eyed, frozen in place.
Adam eyed Jenny's bare soles, still trapped under his arm, still inviting to be tickled, no matter how pathetic the owner of those bare soles sounded at the moment, when he noticed that Timmy wasn't getting the door. Didn't Timmy understand who was in control around here? "I said get the door!" he barked at his friend.
Timmy sprang to his feet. When people yelled at him, be it his parents, his teachers, his tied up baby sitter, or even his bully friends, he listened. Glancing back at Jenny, who looked like she'd been through a train wreck, he headed to the door and opened it.
Two girls about Jenny's age smiled at him as he opened the door. He blinked up at them.
"That's not Ricky's brother. That must be the other one," said one of the girls, who was busily chewing gum.
"Oh," said the other. To him she said, "Hi, Sweetie. Is Jenny here?" Timmy nodded, still too shell shocked to speak. "We're friends of hers...can we come in?" Timmy opened the door wider to let them in. He noticed that both girls were very pretty.
The girls moved past him and into the livingroom. They stopped in their tracks when they saw the scene before them. Jenny, their classmate, tied hand and foot to the sofa. Her feet were bare and sticking out, and she was practically topless. She was breathing heavily and staring at them, blushing furiously.
"What the..." the gum chewer started.
Adam had had enough smarts to stop torturing Jenny when the girls had come in, but that's where his brains ended. He stood by his captive, beaming. "We've been tickling her!" he said with pride. He recognized these girls as friends of his brother, but his brother was nowhere to be found. "Hey...where's Ricky?"
The two girls couldn't take their eyes off of Jenny. "Looking for a place to park," the gum chewer answered.
Jenny was mortified. Dawn and Heather weren't really her friends. She knew them, but they belonged to that clique that was too exclusive for Jenny to be included in. Ricky was a part of that clique too. The cool kids. The beautiful people. If Jenny had ever entertained any idea of being one of them, then what was happening now was surely destroying it. This would be all over the school on Monday. She would be the laughingstock of the 11th grade. Her life was, in effect, over.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized all this. She had never been so humiliated in all her life. It was bad enough to be seen like this. To beg them to help her could only make it worse. Or so she thought.
The two girls still couldn't believe their eyes. As Jenny has calculated in her own mind, they were not really her friends. The only reason they were there was because they were hanging out with Ricky Fuller, and he had wanted to come here for some reason. They had come in, hoping to swipe some alcohol from the MacDugal's liquor cabinet. They had never expected to find this. This was downright shocking. There Jenny lay, half-naked and tied up, crying, and beside her stood a silly little boy, all full of himself.
Heather, the non-gum chewer, didn't necessarily like Jenny, but she didn't hate her either, and she wasn't without empathy. "Awwww....she's crying." Jenny turned her head away from them so they might not be able to see her tears.
"Yeah! Me and Timmy have been tickling her good!" Adam just didn't know when to shut up sometimes.
"You little brat!" Heather snapped. "Don't you know tickling is mean?"
The smirk left Adam's face. He'd done something good here, hadn't he? He'd even given Timmy some of the credit, even though he didn't deserve any.
Heather glared at Adam, and he paled at the look. The she swung around to glare at Timmy, who was standing as quiet as a mouse behind the two girls, still looking petrified. "Both of you, get out of here. Play time is over!"
Adam looked at Timmy, back to Heather, and back at Timmy again. He was no longer in control, and didn't know what to do.
"I said get!"
At that, Adam headed for the stairs, and he grabbed Timmy by the arm as he ran past. Timmy followed, not knowing why he did, only that he didn't know what else to do. Jenny was left alone with her two classmates.
Dawn looked disapprovingly at Heather. "What's the big deal? They were only tickling her."
Heather looked back. "Well, maybe she's really ticklish."
Jenny was aware of them talking about her like she was not in the room. She continued to stare into the back of the couch, hoping that somehow this would all just be over soon.
An idea popped in Dawn's head, and she got a mischievous look in her eye. "Maybe we should ask her."
Heather caught the look, and smiled in understanding. Might as well have a little fun with the situation, right? How often did a chance like this present itself?
"Is that it, Jenny? Are you really ticklish?" Dawn asked. A fresh batch of tears formed in Jenny's eyes. She ground her teeth and refused to look at the other two. She couldn't answer this. She wouldn't answer this. Wasn't it bad enough that they had found her like this? Did they have to humiliate her further? Why wouldn't they just go?
"Come on Jenny...talk to us. Is that why you are crying? How ticklish are you?" Heather had moved to the foot of the couch, and Dawn was kneeling by her side.
Jenny squeezed her eyes tightly shut, praying that they wouldn't do this.
"She's not talking, Heather. Look's like we'll have to find out for ourselves..."
Jenny started blabbering. "Don't!...Please don't...I swear I'll die...Please!" Desperation was evident in her face. Her hand struggled frantically to get free from the ropes binding them.
Dawn looked at Jenny reproachfully. "Just answer the question." She began to drag a lazy fingernail along the tablet of Jenny's flat stomach.
"EEEEEeeeep!...Dawn don't!...Don't please!...Dawn!"
"Answer the question, Jenny," Heather echoed, playfully flickering her long fingernails up Jenny's vulnerable soles.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!...Nooooo....stopppppp....please!!!!...You don't understand...hahahahahaaa....staaahhhhpppp!!!!"
Dawn noticed the effect Heather's nails had on Jenny's tiny, wriggling feet, and decided to step up her efforts as well. She imagined her own nails as tiny spider feet, and danced them all over Jenny's quivering belly.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!....STAAAAHHAAAAPPPP!!!!"
Dawn and Heather grinned at each other. This was fun. "Answer the question," they kept repeating to their tickle victim, while never giving her a chance to catch her breath to answer it. Jenny certainly was ticklish, there was no doubt of that. They had no way of knowing that she'd already been tickled to her wits end on multiple occasions tonight, or that anyone not hyper-ticklish like Jenny would already have become desensitized long ago. Heather was having a ball playing with Jenny's flailing feet, and Dawn had discovered two sets of ultra ticklish ribs.
Jenny was bouncing on the sofa. "Not again!" her brain cried. She was ready to admit to them that she was ticklish. That she loved Ricky Fuller. That she came from Mars. Anything they wanted to hear. Anything to stop the tickling. The only problem was, they were tickling her too much. She couldn't get a straight sentence out.
"HAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA...YESSSS....HAAAHAAA...EEEEEEEEEPPP!!!!...HAHAHAHA...I'M....HEEEEHEEHEEE....I'M....TICKLLLLISHHHHHH!!!!....HAAAHAAAHAAHAAAAA!!!"
"What?" the two girls asked in unison, and grinned at each other. They'd heard perfectly well, but they weren't quite ready to give up on their plaything.
"STAAAAAAAHHHHHPPPP!!!!!....I...CAN'T...TAKE....ANYMORE!!!!...HAAAHAHAHAAHAA!"
The nails of the two girls tickled far worse than the short fingers of the boys had. Heather's in particular, fluttering and flickering over both her soles. Jenny tried to cover one foot with the other, but Heather always managed to strike the unprotected one. Her stomach muscled ached already from a night of tickle torture, and Dawn's nails only made it worse. She was tracing each one of Jenny's exposed ribs, and then digging in with both hands on her waist and hips. No matter how much she bucked and writhed, Dawn kept up constant contact on her ticklish midsection.
That was it. They had pushed her past the point of no return. Jenny's mind and body couldn't take any more tickling for one night. She began to see spots in front of her eyes, and the world began slipping away from her.
"Hey, what's going on here?!" Ricky Fuller's voice. It was the last thing Jenny heard before she slipped into unconsciousness.
(To be Continued???)
Jenny heard the words, "That will be my brother Ricky and his friends," coming out of little Adam Fuller's mouth, and her heart dropped out of her chest. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" her brain screamed, but she had no strength left to protest. Adam had tickled all the fight out of her. At this point, all she could do was cough and suck in giant gasps of air. Her entire body ached, and her brain felt covered in fog. Passing out seemed like a good idea, but consciousness refused to leave her. Any form of escape from this nightmare was welcome.
Timmy heard the words, "Get the door, Timmy", but he was too scared to move. Things had gotten terribly out of control in a hurry. Adam had turned into some kind of tickling monster, and Jenny was delirious from the ordeal Adam had put her through. And now there was someone at the door. How did Adam know who it was? It could have been anyone, including someone who liked to rob houses and cut up little kids. He sat wide eyed, frozen in place.
Adam eyed Jenny's bare soles, still trapped under his arm, still inviting to be tickled, no matter how pathetic the owner of those bare soles sounded at the moment, when he noticed that Timmy wasn't getting the door. Didn't Timmy understand who was in control around here? "I said get the door!" he barked at his friend.
Timmy sprang to his feet. When people yelled at him, be it his parents, his teachers, his tied up baby sitter, or even his bully friends, he listened. Glancing back at Jenny, who looked like she'd been through a train wreck, he headed to the door and opened it.
Two girls about Jenny's age smiled at him as he opened the door. He blinked up at them.
"That's not Ricky's brother. That must be the other one," said one of the girls, who was busily chewing gum.
"Oh," said the other. To him she said, "Hi, Sweetie. Is Jenny here?" Timmy nodded, still too shell shocked to speak. "We're friends of hers...can we come in?" Timmy opened the door wider to let them in. He noticed that both girls were very pretty.
The girls moved past him and into the livingroom. They stopped in their tracks when they saw the scene before them. Jenny, their classmate, tied hand and foot to the sofa. Her feet were bare and sticking out, and she was practically topless. She was breathing heavily and staring at them, blushing furiously.
"What the..." the gum chewer started.
Adam had had enough smarts to stop torturing Jenny when the girls had come in, but that's where his brains ended. He stood by his captive, beaming. "We've been tickling her!" he said with pride. He recognized these girls as friends of his brother, but his brother was nowhere to be found. "Hey...where's Ricky?"
The two girls couldn't take their eyes off of Jenny. "Looking for a place to park," the gum chewer answered.
Jenny was mortified. Dawn and Heather weren't really her friends. She knew them, but they belonged to that clique that was too exclusive for Jenny to be included in. Ricky was a part of that clique too. The cool kids. The beautiful people. If Jenny had ever entertained any idea of being one of them, then what was happening now was surely destroying it. This would be all over the school on Monday. She would be the laughingstock of the 11th grade. Her life was, in effect, over.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized all this. She had never been so humiliated in all her life. It was bad enough to be seen like this. To beg them to help her could only make it worse. Or so she thought.
The two girls still couldn't believe their eyes. As Jenny has calculated in her own mind, they were not really her friends. The only reason they were there was because they were hanging out with Ricky Fuller, and he had wanted to come here for some reason. They had come in, hoping to swipe some alcohol from the MacDugal's liquor cabinet. They had never expected to find this. This was downright shocking. There Jenny lay, half-naked and tied up, crying, and beside her stood a silly little boy, all full of himself.
Heather, the non-gum chewer, didn't necessarily like Jenny, but she didn't hate her either, and she wasn't without empathy. "Awwww....she's crying." Jenny turned her head away from them so they might not be able to see her tears.
"Yeah! Me and Timmy have been tickling her good!" Adam just didn't know when to shut up sometimes.
"You little brat!" Heather snapped. "Don't you know tickling is mean?"
The smirk left Adam's face. He'd done something good here, hadn't he? He'd even given Timmy some of the credit, even though he didn't deserve any.
Heather glared at Adam, and he paled at the look. The she swung around to glare at Timmy, who was standing as quiet as a mouse behind the two girls, still looking petrified. "Both of you, get out of here. Play time is over!"
Adam looked at Timmy, back to Heather, and back at Timmy again. He was no longer in control, and didn't know what to do.
"I said get!"
At that, Adam headed for the stairs, and he grabbed Timmy by the arm as he ran past. Timmy followed, not knowing why he did, only that he didn't know what else to do. Jenny was left alone with her two classmates.
Dawn looked disapprovingly at Heather. "What's the big deal? They were only tickling her."
Heather looked back. "Well, maybe she's really ticklish."
Jenny was aware of them talking about her like she was not in the room. She continued to stare into the back of the couch, hoping that somehow this would all just be over soon.
An idea popped in Dawn's head, and she got a mischievous look in her eye. "Maybe we should ask her."
Heather caught the look, and smiled in understanding. Might as well have a little fun with the situation, right? How often did a chance like this present itself?
"Is that it, Jenny? Are you really ticklish?" Dawn asked. A fresh batch of tears formed in Jenny's eyes. She ground her teeth and refused to look at the other two. She couldn't answer this. She wouldn't answer this. Wasn't it bad enough that they had found her like this? Did they have to humiliate her further? Why wouldn't they just go?
"Come on Jenny...talk to us. Is that why you are crying? How ticklish are you?" Heather had moved to the foot of the couch, and Dawn was kneeling by her side.
Jenny squeezed her eyes tightly shut, praying that they wouldn't do this.
"She's not talking, Heather. Look's like we'll have to find out for ourselves..."
Jenny started blabbering. "Don't!...Please don't...I swear I'll die...Please!" Desperation was evident in her face. Her hand struggled frantically to get free from the ropes binding them.
Dawn looked at Jenny reproachfully. "Just answer the question." She began to drag a lazy fingernail along the tablet of Jenny's flat stomach.
"EEEEEeeeep!...Dawn don't!...Don't please!...Dawn!"
"Answer the question, Jenny," Heather echoed, playfully flickering her long fingernails up Jenny's vulnerable soles.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!...Nooooo....stopppppp....please!!!!...You don't understand...hahahahahaaa....staaahhhhpppp!!!!"
Dawn noticed the effect Heather's nails had on Jenny's tiny, wriggling feet, and decided to step up her efforts as well. She imagined her own nails as tiny spider feet, and danced them all over Jenny's quivering belly.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!....STAAAAHHAAAAPPPP!!!!"
Dawn and Heather grinned at each other. This was fun. "Answer the question," they kept repeating to their tickle victim, while never giving her a chance to catch her breath to answer it. Jenny certainly was ticklish, there was no doubt of that. They had no way of knowing that she'd already been tickled to her wits end on multiple occasions tonight, or that anyone not hyper-ticklish like Jenny would already have become desensitized long ago. Heather was having a ball playing with Jenny's flailing feet, and Dawn had discovered two sets of ultra ticklish ribs.
Jenny was bouncing on the sofa. "Not again!" her brain cried. She was ready to admit to them that she was ticklish. That she loved Ricky Fuller. That she came from Mars. Anything they wanted to hear. Anything to stop the tickling. The only problem was, they were tickling her too much. She couldn't get a straight sentence out.
"HAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA...YESSSS....HAAAHAAA...EEEEEEEEEPPP!!!!...HAHAHAHA...I'M....HEEEEHEEHEEE....I'M....TICKLLLLISHHHHHH!!!!....HAAAHAAAHAAHAAAAA!!!"
"What?" the two girls asked in unison, and grinned at each other. They'd heard perfectly well, but they weren't quite ready to give up on their plaything.
"STAAAAAAAHHHHHPPPP!!!!!....I...CAN'T...TAKE....ANYMORE!!!!...HAAAHAHAHAAHAA!"
The nails of the two girls tickled far worse than the short fingers of the boys had. Heather's in particular, fluttering and flickering over both her soles. Jenny tried to cover one foot with the other, but Heather always managed to strike the unprotected one. Her stomach muscled ached already from a night of tickle torture, and Dawn's nails only made it worse. She was tracing each one of Jenny's exposed ribs, and then digging in with both hands on her waist and hips. No matter how much she bucked and writhed, Dawn kept up constant contact on her ticklish midsection.
That was it. They had pushed her past the point of no return. Jenny's mind and body couldn't take any more tickling for one night. She began to see spots in front of her eyes, and the world began slipping away from her.
"Hey, what's going on here?!" Ricky Fuller's voice. It was the last thing Jenny heard before she slipped into unconsciousness.
(To be Continued???)
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