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dig dug dog
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Dear Angel--here is the first part of a "Charmed" story I wrote awhile back. It doesn't fulfill your specific requests, but I hope you enjoy it. Let me know...
dig dug dog
The following story features actress Shannen Doherty in her role as Prue Halliwell on the television show “Charmed”, as well as Alyssa Milano as Prue’s younger sister, Phoebe Halliwell. I would appreciate any and all feedback.
GETTING TO PRUE
Prue Halliwell was lying bound to the couch, tied with her arms over her head and her feet secured at the other end as Gerard, the teenage demon, was surveying her, walking around her in slow circles. “Where are your other two sisters? I need to bring the ‘Power of Three’ together to fulfill my assignment,” he said.
“You’re crazy if you think I’ll tell you a thing about my sisters,” Prue almost shouted.
“Well, I wouldn’t be so fast to say what you might do under the right circumstances,” Gerard said, smirking. “Now, as a novice demon, if I fail in this task any real injury I inflict on you will be imposed on me 100-fold, so I have figured out another method to extract the information.”
“Do your worst,” Prue said quietly but firmly.
The demon came up next to Prue’s mid-section and slowly began to pull up her shirt. Prue looked worried and thoughts of being ravished sexually crossed her mind, but suddenly, when her shirt was just beneath her breasts, Gerard stopped.
“You have a beautiful stomach, Prue.”
“Just get on with it,” she sneered.
“I will, but first, one brief question: Are you ticklish?”
At first Prue was surprised, but then quickly relieved—if that was what he had in mind, she could handle it. It wouldn’t kill her to put up with a little tickling. She had been somewhat ticklish when she was younger, but with all her demon-hunting experience now, and being older, and damn it, she was a powerful witch—one of the “Chosen Ones”….
Prue suddenly flashed back to a time she and her first college boyfriend were making out in her bedroom. They were lying on the bed with Prue’s bare feet hanging over the edge. Phoebe, had snuck into the room and bumped into something which fell to the floor. Prue looked back toward the door.
“Phoebe, get out of here!”
“No way, I wanna learn this stuff. Besides, I know a little secret that Jason might be very interested in.”
Prue squinted at her sister, wondering what this “secret” could be. Phoebe had always been a little devil. In many ways, as an adult she still was. But Phoebe’s taunt had piqued Jason’s interest.
“What’s your secret?” he said, smiling.
Prue knew she should just get up and push Phoebe out of the room, but she was afraid of looking uncool in front of Jason. They had only been dating about a month.
“Well,” Phoebe started, as she moved closer to the bed. “I can only tell you if you hold Prue down. She’ll attack me if I tell. Trust me Jason—you’ll want to hear this. It’s about Prue and it’s juicy!”
Prue looked at Jason with a ‘your not going to go along with this, of course’ expression. But suddenly Jason closed his arms, which were mostly under Prue anyway, tightly around her chest.
“Hey!” Prue yelped.
“OK—” Phoebe said, not wasting a moment. By this time she was standing at the edge of the bed, right above Prue’s feet. “Well…my secret is…” Phoebe was flexing her fingers slightly, “Prue Holliwell…is TICKLISH!” And with that she jumped on the bed, straddled Prue’s naked feet and began dragging her finger’s slowly over Prue’s bare soles.
Prue’s face instantly registered shock as she realized what was happening. Questions raced through her mind about why Phoebe was doing this. The questions were suddenly answered when Prue remembered telling their Grandmother (who they all lived with since their mother’s death) about Phoebe ‘borrowing’ some money from Grandma’s purse a week ago.
“Phoebe, you are so wrong,” Prue said, trying to sound casual. “I’m not ticklish. Now get off me. Jason, cummon, let me go.” The last thing 19 year old Prue wanted was to let Jason see her lose control at the hands of her little sister.
At first the tickling didn’t seem too bad, but then Phoebe started moving her fingers faster and using her nails to draw circles on the balls of Prue’s feet. Prue took a deep breath and tried to focus her thoughts on something else—like how she was going to kill Phoebe later. Jason, in the meantime, was still holding tight—even tighter since the tickling started—and was looking back and forth from Phoebe to Prue, observing the test of wills.
Seeing that she wasn’t getting too far with Prue’s feet, she answered, “OK Prue, whatever you say. Then you won’t mind if I do THIS—” Phoebe quickly turned around and put her fingers on Prue’s belly. For a moment their eyes met, Phoebe’s had a glint of mischievous mirth and Prue’s were icy tough…but not for long.
“Hold on tight, Jason,” Phoebe yelled out. She ran her fingers over Prue’s sides and Prue could feel herself beginning to crumble. One hope left—Jason.
“Jason,” Prue managed to speak and to keep from laughing with a burst of will power, “Please…let me up, this is…silly. Get her off…of me.”
But Jason was curious to see what would happen. He had never tried tickling her. He stored the idea for future use. “Are you weakening?” he asked.
As he said ‘weakening’, Phoebe dug her fingers deep into Prue’s ribs, and jiggled them around. Prue couldn’t prevent some laughter from bubbling up. “Hahahahehehehe—wait, no, hehehe, stop, hahahaha, Phoebe.” She was squirming slightly from side to side and squeezing her eyes shut.
When she heard her name, Phoebe suddenly stopped. “Yes Prue?” she asked, all innocence.
Prue stopped laughing, but was taking deep breaths. Prue wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but when she saw the self-satisfied look on Phoebe’s face her pride kicked in. “I was just thinking about this funny joke I heard….” Prue began.
“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be? Phoebe interrupted, “I suggest you think again, big sis’. Now, admit it, you lied about being ticklish. You are the most ticklish of us sisters . Say it: ‘I’m ticklish and Phoebe is Queen of the house.’
Prue knew she couldn’t do much—she glance at Jason’s strong arms embracing her—but that queen stuff….Her thoughts broke off when Phoebe started in on her ribs again. “Noooooo, cut it out, I mean it, hahahahahahehehehehehehehehe.” Prue was laughing harder now because Phoebe really meant business. She moved down to squeeze Prue’s sides, taking turns—right, left, right, left.
“This is fun!” Phoebe said, “but I don’t think we’ve hit your real tickle spot yet.”
Prue knew she was right, she just prayed Phoebe would never have the chance to get there. “OK,” Prue sputtered out between short giggles, “That’s enough. I’m starting to get really mad now…oowowowo,hooooo,haaahahahaaaaha. Phoebe had started poking Prue in the belly button.
“You don’t sound mad,” Phoebe taunted. “Jason, don’t listen to her, you’ve gotta see what happens when I touch Prue under her arms. All you have to do is help me hold them over her head—just for a few seconds—and keep her from breaking free…here, lift up her arms, and hold on. I hope you’ve been working out!”
Prue could feel herself starting to sweat. Her sister had always been very persuasive—the best salesperson in the family—and she was proving it again with Jason. Oh my God, Prue thought, he’s not going to go along with this, is he? But then she felt her arms rising slowly against her will, up and up. She pushed back, but Jason was strong—he did work out—and she was already feeling weakened by the tickling so far.
Phoebe was inching her fingers toward Prue’s armpits when she heard Jason whisper in Prue’s ear, “Sorry babe, we’re just having some fun, right?”
“Prue, you’ve got one last chance to say it. Say it: Phoebe…is …Queen”. With each word her hands got closer to Prue’s sensitive skin.
Prue had one act of defiance left in her. She stuck her tongue out. “You’re going to pay for this Phoebe!” Prue said bravely, but inside she was flinching and preparing for the worst. Her underarms had always been a source of trouble when it came to getting tickled.
“You see, Jason, I just put my little fingers right…here. She positioned them in the very soft center of Prue’s armpits, “And then…TICKLE!” Phoebe wildly, but gently, scraped her fingertips and nails all around the clean, shaved, white area.
Prue went berserk. “Stop, ohmyGod, hahahahaheheheheeeeeeeeeeee, STOP, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, no,no,no, pleeeeeaaaaase.” Prue was thrashing and bucking on the bed as Jason stained to hold her back from reaching up and grabbing Phoebe. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” her laughter mounted as she realized Phoebe wasn’t stopping after a few seconds.
Jason quickly realized that to keep Prue from breaking free he needed to change positions, so while still holding her wrists he rolled himself out from under Prue and sat himself on the bed alongside Phoebe. This wasn’t too hard since Prue was laughing like crazy and occasionally cursing both of them. When Jason had rested a moment, he moved above Prue’s head, pinning her arms down as he lay on his side. He propped himself up with one arm leaving the other hand perfectly free.
Phoebe looked at him. “You know what Jason? I think it’s YOUR turn to get in on the action….”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” Prue screamed through her laughter.
“Well, I guess I’ve come this far...” Jason reached over toward Prue’s right armpit while Phoebe was still tickling.
When Phoebe stopped and pulled back her hand, Prue, still giggling, yelled out, “Jason, no! It’s not fair! I’ve had enough,” she kept on like this for a few more seconds as Jason paused, eyeing her body. He came to a decision.
Jason’s tickling technique was different than Phoebe’s, rougher, less refined, and Prue didn’t find it very tickly. As she composed herself during this unexpected break, she started to get angry at Jason for turning on her and “siding” with her sister. “Jason, I don’t find this funny and I expect my boyfriend to be loyal. Besides, you’re not even a good tickler….”
Prue heard silence as Jason stopped tickling. She realized that she probably was not in the best position to be provoking him. But hey, she thought, he’s supposed to be my boyfriend, not Phoebe’s accomplice.
“Whoa, Jason, I think she’s asking for it!” Phoebe chimed in. “What should we do now?”
Jason thought for a second. “I’ll accept that challenge, babe. Phoebe didn’t have much luck with your feet, but I bet I can get them.” Jason had noticed early on that she had very nice feet and kept them in great shape.
Prue regretted egging him on, but she wasn’t too nervous because her feet weren’t very ticklish, never had been. Both Phoebe and Piper had tried getting her there lots of times and it just didn’t do much to her. She could always hold out longer than they were willing to keep it up.
“The question is,” Jason continued, “How do we hold her down while I do it?”
Phoebe smiled and reached inside her own jeans legs, pulling off, one by one, her multi-colored and very long socks. As she knelt there barefoot, she dangled the socks in front of Jason and Prue. “Jason, were you ever a boyscout?”
It took Jason about two minutes to fasten Prue’s arms securely to the headboard. Besides Phoebe’s socks, he used his own shirt and belt as well to leave no room for premature escape. Jason got up and stationed himself on top of Prue’s lower legs, above her feet, where Phoebe had been about 15 minutes before. Phoebe was still sitting on Prue’s stomach and for the last minute had been making faces at Prue. “This is what you get for snitching on me to Grandma,” Phoebe whispered.
“Jason,” Prue said calmly, “You saw I’m not ticklish on my feet. You’ll just be frustrated and I’ll be bored. Can we do something else now—like make out?”
But something in the tone of Prue’s voice told Jason not to give up and that something interesting might still happen with this tickling business. He began by massaging her toes.
“Hey, that feels good,” Prue said, “I could get used to this.”
But then Jason started running his fingers up and down the length of Prue’s soles, both feet at once. She had high arches and thin, well-shaped toes. The soles were very smooth, including the heels. And Jason focused on each one of those parts. When he got to the top of the feet he tickled under her toes for about 5 seconds, he would then pause at the arches for 5 seconds and when he got to the bottoms of her feet he tickled the heels for the same amount of time.
As expected, there was little reaction from Prue. She felt the tickles, they gave her a tingly, itchy feeling and her toes felt jumpy, but she knew from experience that it would stop soon and this little storm of sensations would pass on by. She tried to think about a paper for school she had to write.
But after two minutes or so, Prue saw that Jason wasn’t stopping. In fact, he kept doing precisely the same thing over and over. Jason’s hands were repeating the same tickle-pattern, up and down, toes, arches and heels, not too fast, but not slowly either.
He’s got to stop soon, Prue thought, I mean, how long could he just keep doing the same thing? It tickles, but I’m in control, and I’m sure it can’t last much longer.
At the same time, Phoebe was doing her own analysis. She thought she knew a way to help Jason’s efforts. She piped up, “Don’t stop, Jason. Keep it up. I think it’s getting to her. Just keep going.”
“OK Phoebe. Watch her face for signs of weakness,” Jason chuckled.
“Right Prue?” Phoebe continued, “Doesn’t it feel awful, the creepy, tickly fingers? God, I know what that feels like. You want to pull your feet away, don’t you? But you can’t, you’re stuck here. Your feet are at our mercy. We’ve got all the time in the world and he’s just going to tickle and tickle your little feetsies.”
Prue’s stomach started to get a bit queasy. Oh my God, he’s really not going to stop, she thought. What if this itchy feeling gets worse? Oh, I don’t like it when he does under my toes! Could get out of this if I really wanted to? ….Suddenly, the sensations that moments ago had seemed bearable began to feel powerfully electric. Prue became very aware of how exposed and vulnerable her feet were.
“That tickles,” Prue said very softly. She sounded shocked and didn’t even realize she had spoken. But Phoebe heard it.
“You doing great Jason, just hold it steady,” Phoebe encouraged.
“Wait a minute, OK, OK,” Prue started to mutter, “No, I mean, hahaha, no!
“Kitchie kitchie coo, sweet little Prue,” Phoebe rhymed and wiggled her own fingers in front of Prue’s face.
Prue exploded. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” She was twisting her feet trying desperately to escape Jason’s fingers. All ten toes were wiggling passionately and she kept trying to cover one foot with the other..
Phoebe had never heard Prue laugh like this. It was a deep, throaty sound coming up from the depths of Prue’s being. Phoebe was stunned and fascinated. Prue pulled her arms with everything in her to free herself from the grip of Phoebe’s socks holding her down.
“No, no, no, stop Jason, Jason, stop hahahahahahahahahahahahehehehehehehehehehe, I can’t, ooooooooooooooo, nooooooooooooooo.” Jason began to tickle faster, harder. “Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaasooooooooooooooooon, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, nomorenomore, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!!!
“Do you think she’s ticklish on her feet, Jason?” Phoebe shouted back over Prue’s laughter. Should I help you out now with some rib-tickling fun?”
If it was possible, Prue’s eyes went wider. She bucked her hips as hard as she could to dislodge Phoebe. Phoebe lost her balance for a moment, but then righted herself.
“That wasn’t very nice sister…” Phoebe said, smiling, as she started to gently roll her knuckles back and forth over Prue’s rib cage.
END OF PART ONE
dig dug dog
The following story features actress Shannen Doherty in her role as Prue Halliwell on the television show “Charmed”, as well as Alyssa Milano as Prue’s younger sister, Phoebe Halliwell. I would appreciate any and all feedback.
GETTING TO PRUE
Prue Halliwell was lying bound to the couch, tied with her arms over her head and her feet secured at the other end as Gerard, the teenage demon, was surveying her, walking around her in slow circles. “Where are your other two sisters? I need to bring the ‘Power of Three’ together to fulfill my assignment,” he said.
“You’re crazy if you think I’ll tell you a thing about my sisters,” Prue almost shouted.
“Well, I wouldn’t be so fast to say what you might do under the right circumstances,” Gerard said, smirking. “Now, as a novice demon, if I fail in this task any real injury I inflict on you will be imposed on me 100-fold, so I have figured out another method to extract the information.”
“Do your worst,” Prue said quietly but firmly.
The demon came up next to Prue’s mid-section and slowly began to pull up her shirt. Prue looked worried and thoughts of being ravished sexually crossed her mind, but suddenly, when her shirt was just beneath her breasts, Gerard stopped.
“You have a beautiful stomach, Prue.”
“Just get on with it,” she sneered.
“I will, but first, one brief question: Are you ticklish?”
At first Prue was surprised, but then quickly relieved—if that was what he had in mind, she could handle it. It wouldn’t kill her to put up with a little tickling. She had been somewhat ticklish when she was younger, but with all her demon-hunting experience now, and being older, and damn it, she was a powerful witch—one of the “Chosen Ones”….
Prue suddenly flashed back to a time she and her first college boyfriend were making out in her bedroom. They were lying on the bed with Prue’s bare feet hanging over the edge. Phoebe, had snuck into the room and bumped into something which fell to the floor. Prue looked back toward the door.
“Phoebe, get out of here!”
“No way, I wanna learn this stuff. Besides, I know a little secret that Jason might be very interested in.”
Prue squinted at her sister, wondering what this “secret” could be. Phoebe had always been a little devil. In many ways, as an adult she still was. But Phoebe’s taunt had piqued Jason’s interest.
“What’s your secret?” he said, smiling.
Prue knew she should just get up and push Phoebe out of the room, but she was afraid of looking uncool in front of Jason. They had only been dating about a month.
“Well,” Phoebe started, as she moved closer to the bed. “I can only tell you if you hold Prue down. She’ll attack me if I tell. Trust me Jason—you’ll want to hear this. It’s about Prue and it’s juicy!”
Prue looked at Jason with a ‘your not going to go along with this, of course’ expression. But suddenly Jason closed his arms, which were mostly under Prue anyway, tightly around her chest.
“Hey!” Prue yelped.
“OK—” Phoebe said, not wasting a moment. By this time she was standing at the edge of the bed, right above Prue’s feet. “Well…my secret is…” Phoebe was flexing her fingers slightly, “Prue Holliwell…is TICKLISH!” And with that she jumped on the bed, straddled Prue’s naked feet and began dragging her finger’s slowly over Prue’s bare soles.
Prue’s face instantly registered shock as she realized what was happening. Questions raced through her mind about why Phoebe was doing this. The questions were suddenly answered when Prue remembered telling their Grandmother (who they all lived with since their mother’s death) about Phoebe ‘borrowing’ some money from Grandma’s purse a week ago.
“Phoebe, you are so wrong,” Prue said, trying to sound casual. “I’m not ticklish. Now get off me. Jason, cummon, let me go.” The last thing 19 year old Prue wanted was to let Jason see her lose control at the hands of her little sister.
At first the tickling didn’t seem too bad, but then Phoebe started moving her fingers faster and using her nails to draw circles on the balls of Prue’s feet. Prue took a deep breath and tried to focus her thoughts on something else—like how she was going to kill Phoebe later. Jason, in the meantime, was still holding tight—even tighter since the tickling started—and was looking back and forth from Phoebe to Prue, observing the test of wills.
Seeing that she wasn’t getting too far with Prue’s feet, she answered, “OK Prue, whatever you say. Then you won’t mind if I do THIS—” Phoebe quickly turned around and put her fingers on Prue’s belly. For a moment their eyes met, Phoebe’s had a glint of mischievous mirth and Prue’s were icy tough…but not for long.
“Hold on tight, Jason,” Phoebe yelled out. She ran her fingers over Prue’s sides and Prue could feel herself beginning to crumble. One hope left—Jason.
“Jason,” Prue managed to speak and to keep from laughing with a burst of will power, “Please…let me up, this is…silly. Get her off…of me.”
But Jason was curious to see what would happen. He had never tried tickling her. He stored the idea for future use. “Are you weakening?” he asked.
As he said ‘weakening’, Phoebe dug her fingers deep into Prue’s ribs, and jiggled them around. Prue couldn’t prevent some laughter from bubbling up. “Hahahahehehehe—wait, no, hehehe, stop, hahahaha, Phoebe.” She was squirming slightly from side to side and squeezing her eyes shut.
When she heard her name, Phoebe suddenly stopped. “Yes Prue?” she asked, all innocence.
Prue stopped laughing, but was taking deep breaths. Prue wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but when she saw the self-satisfied look on Phoebe’s face her pride kicked in. “I was just thinking about this funny joke I heard….” Prue began.
“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be? Phoebe interrupted, “I suggest you think again, big sis’. Now, admit it, you lied about being ticklish. You are the most ticklish of us sisters . Say it: ‘I’m ticklish and Phoebe is Queen of the house.’
Prue knew she couldn’t do much—she glance at Jason’s strong arms embracing her—but that queen stuff….Her thoughts broke off when Phoebe started in on her ribs again. “Noooooo, cut it out, I mean it, hahahahahahehehehehehehehehe.” Prue was laughing harder now because Phoebe really meant business. She moved down to squeeze Prue’s sides, taking turns—right, left, right, left.
“This is fun!” Phoebe said, “but I don’t think we’ve hit your real tickle spot yet.”
Prue knew she was right, she just prayed Phoebe would never have the chance to get there. “OK,” Prue sputtered out between short giggles, “That’s enough. I’m starting to get really mad now…oowowowo,hooooo,haaahahahaaaaha. Phoebe had started poking Prue in the belly button.
“You don’t sound mad,” Phoebe taunted. “Jason, don’t listen to her, you’ve gotta see what happens when I touch Prue under her arms. All you have to do is help me hold them over her head—just for a few seconds—and keep her from breaking free…here, lift up her arms, and hold on. I hope you’ve been working out!”
Prue could feel herself starting to sweat. Her sister had always been very persuasive—the best salesperson in the family—and she was proving it again with Jason. Oh my God, Prue thought, he’s not going to go along with this, is he? But then she felt her arms rising slowly against her will, up and up. She pushed back, but Jason was strong—he did work out—and she was already feeling weakened by the tickling so far.
Phoebe was inching her fingers toward Prue’s armpits when she heard Jason whisper in Prue’s ear, “Sorry babe, we’re just having some fun, right?”
“Prue, you’ve got one last chance to say it. Say it: Phoebe…is …Queen”. With each word her hands got closer to Prue’s sensitive skin.
Prue had one act of defiance left in her. She stuck her tongue out. “You’re going to pay for this Phoebe!” Prue said bravely, but inside she was flinching and preparing for the worst. Her underarms had always been a source of trouble when it came to getting tickled.
“You see, Jason, I just put my little fingers right…here. She positioned them in the very soft center of Prue’s armpits, “And then…TICKLE!” Phoebe wildly, but gently, scraped her fingertips and nails all around the clean, shaved, white area.
Prue went berserk. “Stop, ohmyGod, hahahahaheheheheeeeeeeeeeee, STOP, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, no,no,no, pleeeeeaaaaase.” Prue was thrashing and bucking on the bed as Jason stained to hold her back from reaching up and grabbing Phoebe. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” her laughter mounted as she realized Phoebe wasn’t stopping after a few seconds.
Jason quickly realized that to keep Prue from breaking free he needed to change positions, so while still holding her wrists he rolled himself out from under Prue and sat himself on the bed alongside Phoebe. This wasn’t too hard since Prue was laughing like crazy and occasionally cursing both of them. When Jason had rested a moment, he moved above Prue’s head, pinning her arms down as he lay on his side. He propped himself up with one arm leaving the other hand perfectly free.
Phoebe looked at him. “You know what Jason? I think it’s YOUR turn to get in on the action….”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” Prue screamed through her laughter.
“Well, I guess I’ve come this far...” Jason reached over toward Prue’s right armpit while Phoebe was still tickling.
When Phoebe stopped and pulled back her hand, Prue, still giggling, yelled out, “Jason, no! It’s not fair! I’ve had enough,” she kept on like this for a few more seconds as Jason paused, eyeing her body. He came to a decision.
Jason’s tickling technique was different than Phoebe’s, rougher, less refined, and Prue didn’t find it very tickly. As she composed herself during this unexpected break, she started to get angry at Jason for turning on her and “siding” with her sister. “Jason, I don’t find this funny and I expect my boyfriend to be loyal. Besides, you’re not even a good tickler….”
Prue heard silence as Jason stopped tickling. She realized that she probably was not in the best position to be provoking him. But hey, she thought, he’s supposed to be my boyfriend, not Phoebe’s accomplice.
“Whoa, Jason, I think she’s asking for it!” Phoebe chimed in. “What should we do now?”
Jason thought for a second. “I’ll accept that challenge, babe. Phoebe didn’t have much luck with your feet, but I bet I can get them.” Jason had noticed early on that she had very nice feet and kept them in great shape.
Prue regretted egging him on, but she wasn’t too nervous because her feet weren’t very ticklish, never had been. Both Phoebe and Piper had tried getting her there lots of times and it just didn’t do much to her. She could always hold out longer than they were willing to keep it up.
“The question is,” Jason continued, “How do we hold her down while I do it?”
Phoebe smiled and reached inside her own jeans legs, pulling off, one by one, her multi-colored and very long socks. As she knelt there barefoot, she dangled the socks in front of Jason and Prue. “Jason, were you ever a boyscout?”
It took Jason about two minutes to fasten Prue’s arms securely to the headboard. Besides Phoebe’s socks, he used his own shirt and belt as well to leave no room for premature escape. Jason got up and stationed himself on top of Prue’s lower legs, above her feet, where Phoebe had been about 15 minutes before. Phoebe was still sitting on Prue’s stomach and for the last minute had been making faces at Prue. “This is what you get for snitching on me to Grandma,” Phoebe whispered.
“Jason,” Prue said calmly, “You saw I’m not ticklish on my feet. You’ll just be frustrated and I’ll be bored. Can we do something else now—like make out?”
But something in the tone of Prue’s voice told Jason not to give up and that something interesting might still happen with this tickling business. He began by massaging her toes.
“Hey, that feels good,” Prue said, “I could get used to this.”
But then Jason started running his fingers up and down the length of Prue’s soles, both feet at once. She had high arches and thin, well-shaped toes. The soles were very smooth, including the heels. And Jason focused on each one of those parts. When he got to the top of the feet he tickled under her toes for about 5 seconds, he would then pause at the arches for 5 seconds and when he got to the bottoms of her feet he tickled the heels for the same amount of time.
As expected, there was little reaction from Prue. She felt the tickles, they gave her a tingly, itchy feeling and her toes felt jumpy, but she knew from experience that it would stop soon and this little storm of sensations would pass on by. She tried to think about a paper for school she had to write.
But after two minutes or so, Prue saw that Jason wasn’t stopping. In fact, he kept doing precisely the same thing over and over. Jason’s hands were repeating the same tickle-pattern, up and down, toes, arches and heels, not too fast, but not slowly either.
He’s got to stop soon, Prue thought, I mean, how long could he just keep doing the same thing? It tickles, but I’m in control, and I’m sure it can’t last much longer.
At the same time, Phoebe was doing her own analysis. She thought she knew a way to help Jason’s efforts. She piped up, “Don’t stop, Jason. Keep it up. I think it’s getting to her. Just keep going.”
“OK Phoebe. Watch her face for signs of weakness,” Jason chuckled.
“Right Prue?” Phoebe continued, “Doesn’t it feel awful, the creepy, tickly fingers? God, I know what that feels like. You want to pull your feet away, don’t you? But you can’t, you’re stuck here. Your feet are at our mercy. We’ve got all the time in the world and he’s just going to tickle and tickle your little feetsies.”
Prue’s stomach started to get a bit queasy. Oh my God, he’s really not going to stop, she thought. What if this itchy feeling gets worse? Oh, I don’t like it when he does under my toes! Could get out of this if I really wanted to? ….Suddenly, the sensations that moments ago had seemed bearable began to feel powerfully electric. Prue became very aware of how exposed and vulnerable her feet were.
“That tickles,” Prue said very softly. She sounded shocked and didn’t even realize she had spoken. But Phoebe heard it.
“You doing great Jason, just hold it steady,” Phoebe encouraged.
“Wait a minute, OK, OK,” Prue started to mutter, “No, I mean, hahaha, no!
“Kitchie kitchie coo, sweet little Prue,” Phoebe rhymed and wiggled her own fingers in front of Prue’s face.
Prue exploded. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” She was twisting her feet trying desperately to escape Jason’s fingers. All ten toes were wiggling passionately and she kept trying to cover one foot with the other..
Phoebe had never heard Prue laugh like this. It was a deep, throaty sound coming up from the depths of Prue’s being. Phoebe was stunned and fascinated. Prue pulled her arms with everything in her to free herself from the grip of Phoebe’s socks holding her down.
“No, no, no, stop Jason, Jason, stop hahahahahahahahahahahahehehehehehehehehehe, I can’t, ooooooooooooooo, nooooooooooooooo.” Jason began to tickle faster, harder. “Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaasooooooooooooooooon, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, nomorenomore, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!!!
“Do you think she’s ticklish on her feet, Jason?” Phoebe shouted back over Prue’s laughter. Should I help you out now with some rib-tickling fun?”
If it was possible, Prue’s eyes went wider. She bucked her hips as hard as she could to dislodge Phoebe. Phoebe lost her balance for a moment, but then righted herself.
“That wasn’t very nice sister…” Phoebe said, smiling, as she started to gently roll her knuckles back and forth over Prue’s rib cage.
END OF PART ONE
dig dug dog
I am now a fan of yours my friend!!!!!!
This story rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love it. And I can totally picture the entire thing as it happens in my head when I read it.
EXCELLENT excellent stuff man.
And Honestly stories don't usually do anything for me usually I only see them as words.blah blah blah..but this...oh this is great stuff man!
I suggest you keep it up😀
I am now a fan of yours my friend!!!!!!
This story rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love it. And I can totally picture the entire thing as it happens in my head when I read it.
EXCELLENT excellent stuff man.
And Honestly stories don't usually do anything for me usually I only see them as words.blah blah blah..but this...oh this is great stuff man!
I suggest you keep it up😀
dig dug dog
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Dear David,
Thank you for your kind words--I appreciate it. I have written several other stories which have been posted to the TMF. They are all celebrity based. I invite you to check them out.
See you later,
dig dug
Thank you for your kind words--I appreciate it. I have written several other stories which have been posted to the TMF. They are all celebrity based. I invite you to check them out.
See you later,
dig dug
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Thank you very much, Lestat.
Hmmm, with a name like that you probably would love to see "Gerard" (the demon at the story's opening) tickle Prue senseless--wouldn't you?
Perhaps some fiendish neck tickling would hit the spot.... 😉
Later,
ddd
Hmmm, with a name like that you probably would love to see "Gerard" (the demon at the story's opening) tickle Prue senseless--wouldn't you?
Perhaps some fiendish neck tickling would hit the spot.... 😉
Later,
ddd
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Wow...
I'd like to see the next part :awe:
I'd like to see the next part :awe:
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