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Gloria Swartswood, Glory to her friends, knew she was on the right path. The broken spout of a whiskey bottle. Horseprints. Even the air around her wafted the air of the Bankcroft Brothers. Four of the dirtiest, lowest slugs to crawl on the earth, as Glory was fond of saying. For years, their dilapidated ranch bordered that of her grandfather’s. For years they made every effort to take over the rich land on her side of the fence. Everything from bad attempts at forged documents to borderline strong arm tactics had been tried by the boys.
This time they’d gone too far, though. At least in her eighteen years of experience. Granddad seemed to shrug off the loss of a couple sheep, but she was a smart young woman. It was almost the 20th century, and women had to start stepping up, she thought. She was fully aware that the Bankcroft boys were testing them. If this worked, next it would be horses, pigs or cows. She loved her Grandfather, but secretly wished he was a little less passive about everything.
So, it was up to her.
The Bankcroft brothers had the luxury of relations to the local constabulary, their late parents having been of the Bankcrofts that had settled the town twenty years ago. Grudgingly, their exploits were often overlooked. But this time, she’d have evidence. She was going to sneak through the wooded area between their land and take a look in that barn. One sheep that belonged to her grandfather, and she would slip away to fetch the Sheriff before the boys knew anyone was looking for them. Then they’d be caught red-handed.
Her long dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail, she was ducking through the thick brush when she heard a familiar sound. The sound of sheep. She wasn’t far from their barn, she knew it. Her denim pants were protecting her from the thistles, but a few cuts had appeared as it got thicker toward the Bankcroft place. She buttoned the top button of her red flannel shirt, wishing she’d worn something under it. But it was her wash-day, and she couldn’t do the laundry and spy on the Bankcroft boys, now could she? Besides, it got hot this time of year, and even though it was still early morning, the sun would be higher by the time she went back to town and all.
So concerned was she with her surroundings that she barely heard the footsteps behind her before they were right on top of her.
“Whatta we have here?” said Luke Bankcroft. He was by far the dumbest (and that was saying a lot) and creepiest of the brothers. Top it off with the fact that he’d actually proposed to her on her 18th birthday. He even asked her grandfather if it “was’n ok if’n we’s get hitched”. Made a scene and everything. She didn’t like the way Luke was now leering at her.
“Luke Bankcroft,” she said, trying to sound as intimidating as she could, “you just go on home now, you here? I was chasin’ a rabbit through here and it’s mine, so you just never mind, you hear me?”
Maybe that would throw him off. She knew he loved rabbit stew, and from the smell of him, she often wondered if he’d discovered how to actually cook them yet.
“I didn’t hear no rabbit come by, Glory Swartswood, so’s you just tell me what yer doin’ out here by our barn!”
“Luke, you chicken-brain, you couldn’t hear a train rollin’ through a barrel of TNT….”
“Hey, Jed!” shouted Luke, “Git over here, we’s got a visitor!!”
Oh damn, thought Glory, if Jed Bankcroft was out here too, she’d have no chance of fooling Luke with a story, or her wiles if she had to. Jed was the oldest and the one who appeared to have gotten the single working brain among the four. And he was the meanest, too. He blamed her granddad for his father’s death, but it was a mine accident, nothing that could be prevented. Try telling that to big Jed.
“Whatcha got there, Luke?” she heard a deep voice holler.
“Got me a in-vader,” he slowly pronounced, “and a perty one, too….”
Glory most definitely did not like the sound of that.
Through the brush came Jed. All six and a half feet of him. She could smell the whiskey on his breath from here. Whiskey, or whatever hell they brewed up in that still they though no one knew about.
“Whatcho doin’ here, lil’ miss?” Jed asked, stroking his black mustache, “Ol’ Jock Swartswood sendin’ spies out now?”
“Jed, you know that ain’t true!” snapped Glory, shaking but not wanting to show it.
“I think maybe it is…Hank! Jesse!” he shouted to his lurking brothers, “Git yer stupid tails up here, now!”
Within moments, Glory found herself in the undesirable position of being face to face with all four of the Bankcroft brothers.
Alone.
“Boys,” said Jed with a glint in his eye, “why don’t you take little Glory here and bring her on up to the homestead. Make her….comfortable. I’ll go have a talk with her grand pappy.”
“Really, Jed, I can get home ok. You just let me go back now, you hear?” she told the oldest brother.
“Now, now, missy…we can’t have you younguns’ runnin’ all over here, so us grown-ups is gonna have a talk. Don’t worry,” he looked into her eyes, “my brothers are good company….”
Any further protest Glory was about to make was cut off by Hank, the tall lanky one, placing a burlap feed sack over her head. Before she knew it, Glory was covered in the large sack, and felt several hands tying twine around and around the bag. She struggled as well as she could, but the combined strength of the four men was more than she could overcome. She felt herself slung over a shoulder and before she knew it she was being carried through the woods.
Toward the boys’ house, she knew.
“Whatta we s’ posed to do with her, Jesse?” Luke asked. He had ideas of his own, and his actions were becoming more childlike in his enthusiasm.
“We’s gonna keep her ‘til Jed gits back, that’s what,” the second oldest Bankcroft brother said, “so don’t you go gittin any strange idears now.”
It took nearly fifteen minutes for the boys to get the struggling girl back to the shack they called home. Dumping her unceremoniously on the large bed they shared, the three brothers caught their breath.
“Luke, you just never mind what yer thinking’…” warned Hank, “you hurt her or get at her and Jed’ll have your head.”
“Awww, I wasn’t gonna do nothinn” Luke whined, “but she did get me good last year, didn’t she? Come on Hank, you know how she humilanat…huminilat…hunim….made me look stupid. I was jus’ tryin’ to marry myself off. I ain’t a young chicken no more, right?”
“Luke, you never was a chicken, you dope!” said Hank, happy to catch his brother with his superior intellect.
“No, boys, I mean…..” he looked around the room. His brothers thought that he was either about to have the first intelligent thought of his life, or he was distracted by something shiny…one or the other.
“What is it, you dolt?” spat Jesse, growing impatient.
“Well,” Luke went on, “If’n I gets hitched to Miss Glory, then all the land will be in the family, right?”
“Luke you….” Jesse started, then stopped as the uncharted territory of Luke’s brain was finally explored, “you may have sumthin there.”
Hank spoke up. “Yeah, Jesse! If Glory marries Luke, we can have all the land when the old man…OWWW!”
Jesse smacked his brother in the mouth.
“Don’t you talk about anything happenin’ to the old man in front of the G-…ummm…R-I-L, you idiot,” he whispered in Hank’s ear.
“Oh, yeah, right….”
During this intellectual think-fest, Glory fought to break free of the confining sack. The boys had wrapped her up too tight for her to get free. Here she was, all tied up in a sack, with only her feet sticking out the bottom. Some spy, she thought with disdain. Her attention being on her attempted escape, she only caught bits and pieces of what the boys were saying outside the doorway. She caught the word “married” however, and escape became more of a desperate concern. She had no idea what those boys were up to, but knowing them, it wasn’t going to be good.
“An’ wouldn’t Jed be pleased as a pig if’n he got home and we tol’ him that we’s getting’ married?” Luke continued with his one great thought, “he wouldn’t hafta do all this stuff no more! And he’d be happy with us, oh yes!”
“You know, you might have a point there, ol’ boy.” said Hank.
“An how do you suppose you is gonna git her to agree to marry the likes of you, Luke Bankcroft?” Jesse asked.
“Well,” he said as he went deeper into virgin brain cells, “how’s about we tell her if’n she don’t we’s a-gonna chuck her in the swiminn hole nekkid?”
“Luke, you idjit,” Hank cut in, “Glory’s always up at the swiminn hole nekkid…”
“And how would you know that, Hank?” asked Luke curling his fists.
“Oh, that….I heard tell from the girls in town….yeah….”
“You better of…” Luke said as he put his hands down.
“Shut up you idiots!” Jesse interjected, “I got an idea….”
“Whassat, Jesse?” Luke asked.
“Remember what ol’ Aunt Milly used to do to us boys when we was caught takin’ summthin? How she’d make us tell her where her apples was at?”
“Yeah……” Hank said, understanding boring through the layers, “Oh Yeah! Hot damn, Jesse…you’s gonna tickle that poor girl?”
“Hold on a second!” shouted Luke, his fists back up, “If’n she’s marryin’ me, ain’t no one touchin’ her but me! And that’s that!”
“Ok, ok, cool y’self down,” Jesse said, “But we gits to watch!”
“Alright,” Luke replied, “But hands off!”
The three brothers reentered the bedroom and saw that Glory had grown weary of her struggle.
“Oh, Miss Glory,” said Luke, “you gotta do something for me, ok?”
Through the fabric of the sack, the boys heard pure venom from the young girl.
“You boys let me outta this sack right now! I’m gonna skin you all alive for this! I mean it!”
Unfazed by her diatribe, Luke bent in closer to the where he figured the girl’s head to be.
“Glory Swartswood,” he asked, “would you do me the honor of marryin’ me?”
“Are you outta your cotton pickin’ mind?” she screamed, “You tie me up in a sack and expect me to marry you! You go straight to hell, Luke Bankcroft, and the rest of you, too!”
“Well,” said Jesse, taking a seat next to Hank, “I think you do got some par-swayed…persade….you got some convincing’ to do, boy!”
“Yeah, I figure I do,” said Luke as he sat on the overstuffed bed and put his hands on Glory’s boots.
“I don’t think you’s gonna be needin’ these anymore, Glory…” he slipped them off her feet, then retightened the ropes around her ankles.
“Luke, just what in blazes are you doing?” Glory screamed.
Luke looked down at Glory’s bare feet. Reaching down to the floor, he picked up two chicken feathers from the dirty wood. Turning around, he flipped Glory onto her stomach and sat on her calves.
“I’m gonna ask you again…” he said, pointing the feather’s at her soles, unknown to the trapped girl, “Would you marry me?”
“I done told you to go to hell, Luke BankcroooAAAAIIIGGHHHH!!!!!”
Peals of laughter escaped from under the burlap as the feathers stroked against her trapped soles. Naked against the flurry of motion that Luke was inflicting upon her, the sensations shot up her legs.
“You gonna marry me?” he asked again as he played the feathers over and over her bare soles, “Kitchie Kitchie Koo……..I’m gonna tickle yer feet ‘til you says yes…….tickletickletickle…”
“NNO!!!!…AAAHAHAHHEEEEEE…GODDAMMITLUUUUKE!!!!….HHA HAHHEEEEE…Y-YOU…HAAHAAA…ST-STOPTHATNOW!!!!!……HHAAHAAAHAAAHAAHAAHHEEEEHAAAA!!”
“Not until you says yes,” Luke said, dropping the feathers and pulling the toes of her left foot back, “I’m gonna tickle you good now…..”
“No…Don’t pleeeeaaseeeAAAIIGGHHH!!!!OHSWEETJESUSHAAAHAAAHHHE EEHHAAA!!”
Glory started screaming as Luke raked his fingertips over her stretched sole. He scraped his thick fingernails over the skin beneath her toes, causing her to buck wildly within her burlap prison. Luke’s weight was too much, however, as her feet remained helpless. The tickling was driving her mad, and then Luke let go and pulled back the toes of her other foot.
“Whattya say, Miss Glory?”
“Luke…..I-I…Ain’t gonna marry you, you snake. I’d die before I…AAAIIGGHH!!!!!NONONONOOOOOO!!!!!……HHAHAHA…HAHAHA HA….OHSTOOOOPPP!!!”
Luke began tickling her right sole in the same manner as he tormented her left. Up and down the length of her smooth soles his fingers wriggled. Powerless to do anything but bear the horrible tickling, Glory was laughing herself hoarse.
“NOOOO!!!!!…HAAHAHAAAA……I-I--…HAAHAAAAA!!!!!…IAIN’TGONNA…HHAAHAHAHEEEEE…MARRYYO OOOOOUU!!!!!!…”
As Luke attacked Glory’s bare feet over and over, Jesse and Hank watched in rapt attention. They were happy to see that perfect little trollop get hers, and both were glad that Luke had finally found something he could do without hurtin’ hisself.
“Tickletickletickle…..kitchiekitchiekoooo….” Luke was like a small child with a new toy. He tickled poor Glory’s feet until she stopped thrashing.
“Luke,” said Jesse, “I think you gotta give her a break afore she passes out on ya. Besides….you might have to try something’ else to break that filly.”
Stopping the torture of the young woman’s bound feet, Luke looked at his brother with an expression usually reserved for dead people and Bassett Hounds.
“Whatchoo mean there, Jesse?”
“I mean,” Jesse started, “that Glory’s little feet don’t seem to be doin’ the trick. I think we oughta tie her to that bed there and really let you have at her.”
“You guys just never mind that!” Glory managed to holler from within the confining sack.
“Ok” Luke started as he got off of Glory’s legs, “But you’s just helping’ me tie her up! You’s two ain’t touchin’ my bride!”
“I know, I know, you just relax now, Luke Bankcroft, and let me an’ ol’ Hank help you out now.”
As Glory put up a valiant struggle, the three brothers removed the sack and quickly pinned the young woman. She was no more a match for them now as she was in the woods, and having the added weakness of being tickled for so long, she couldn’t stop them from tying her to the old bed. Her wrists were lashed together by Jesse as Luke and Hank each sat on one of her feet, tying each to a bedpost. Jesse then raised Glory’s arms up over her head and took another piece of the tough cord to tie her bundled wrists to the head of the bed.
“Ok, you guys….you let me loose right now, and I mean it!” Glory spat out.
“She still gots a fight in her, Luke…you best break her afore Jed gits back.” Jesse said.
“I will, don’t you worry none,” Luke said as he took his pocket knife and began to cut away the pair of jeans that Glory was wearing.
“What the hell you think you’re doing to me, Luke Bankcroft?!?!?” Glory squealed.
“I’s just making you more comfy, Miss Glory…..”
By the time Luke got his self proclaimed fiancee comfy, she was covered by nothing. Her jeans cut away and her red shirt unbuttoned and pulled open, she felt the cool breeze against her bare skin.
“You’s two just leave and git now!” Luke said to his brothers, “You ain’t apposed to be lookin’ at my bride like that!”
“Ok, ok….but one thing brother…” Jesse said as he pulled two red bandanas from the shabby dresser, “I don’t want her outthinkin’ you, so she’s a-gonna stays quite whilst you convince her.” He looked down at the squirming blonde girl, “You just shake yer head Yes when you’s ready to come around to some sense….”
“Why you dirty horseshit covered…MMNNNPPHHH!!!” Her curses were cut off as Jesse shoved one balled up bandana into her mouth, and quickly tied the other one around the back of her head, gagging her.
“Now, you two play nice…..” Jesse said as he escorted his leering brother Hank out of the room.
Luke looked his captive up and down.
She sure was pretty, Luke thought. He face was cute, even though she was a bit flushed. The gag only added to her beauty for some reason. Her young breasts, unseen by any man (well except Jimmy Harlton in the hay barn, but that was another story), were perky and pointing up at the ceiling. Her ribs were rubbing against her tight skin because of the way she was so tightly tied up. Glory’s flat belly rose and fell with each nervous breath. Luke had never seen a woman fully naked before, and Glory’s unknown regions had him enthralled. With a mighty effort, he brought himself back to the task at hand.
“Now, you gonna marry me, or do I gotta tickle you again? And don’t go thinking’ you’s gonna go back on it if’n you says yes,” Luke said with his record-shattering second bright thought in one day, “cause if’n you do, Jed and them’ll bring you back again as many times as it’s gonna take. Dontchoo go thinking’ that ol’ grampa of yours is gonna stop Jed from getting’ you. We all now how much of a sissy that ol’ man is.”
Glory screamed unheard curses at Luke through her tight gag. What he’d done to her feet was horrible, but Glory was getting very scared now. The very thought of Luke tickling her all over her naked body was making her shake before he ever touched her.
Which didn’t last long.
“So,” Luke said as he straddled the young girl’s hips and lowered his fingers into the smooth hollows under Glory’s stretched arms, “you gonna marry me an’ make me happy?”
“MMrrrggghh!!!!…MMMM…Mmmmrrgghh..!!”
Luke hadn’t the foggiest what she was trying to say, but her head didn’t shake Yes, so he knew that it was time to start convincing young Glory of the responsibility she had to both families. He started at her elbows and lightly trailed his fingers down her soft skin. The closer he got to her armpits, the more she started to giggle under the gag.
“Boy, you sure is a ticklish one, Glory Swartswood. This is gonna really tickle now….”
She shrieked as he wriggled his fingers over the smooth skin. Up and down he stroked, his fingers wildly tickling the tender flesh. As her giggles became muffled laughter, Luke poked into her armpits, digging into to a sensitive spot and tickling in a solid motion. Glory was going out of her mind.
“MMMMM!!!…MMMNNNPPPHHH!!!!…MMM….MMM…MMMNNNNHHH!!!! ”
The screams only served to get Luke going, engulfed in tormenting the pretty girl in this wonderful new way.
“Whattya say, Glory, you wanna get hitched?”
“MMMNNGGHHH!!!!!…MMRRGHH!!!”
No head shake, so on Luke tickled. Going lower with each torturous pass, his hands rested on the girl’s tight ribs.
“I’m gonna tickle you if’n you don’t say Yes….” he teased. Venomous screams issued forth from the helpless girl, but she was not giving in.
“Ok, have it yer way……Tickletickletickletickletickle!!!!!” Luke was quite enthusiastic in tormenting the ribs of his bound captive, rubbing bone against skin in a whirlwind of tickle-torture. The soft skin between each rib was tormented by poke, prod and caress as Luke mercilessly tickled the poor young woman into sheer hysterics. The ropes were stretching slightly as her body tightened, desperate to escape the terrible fate she’d walked into.
“Maybe I should go lower ‘til you give up?”
“MMMNNGGHHH!!!!!” was the only sound Glory could make in her defense as Luke got off of the girl and sat down next to her tied body on the old bed.
“I bet you have a real ticklish tummy, dontcha Glory? Sure you don’t wanna marry me?”
Before she even had a chance to scream, Luke walked his fingers quickly up and down her sides. He started wriggling his fingers over the tight skin right below her ribs and continued down until he reached the protruding hips. Over and over he tickled the stretched body of the bound captive as her body arched against the cruel restraints. Bucking like a show horse, she was helpless as Luke clawed his hands around her waist, gripping both sides and pressing in. Looking Glory straight in the eye, he asked her again.
“You gonna marry me, or do I hafta tickle you hard right here?” he gave her waist a quick squeeze, causing her to flinch. With tears streaming down her face, she pleaded with her eyes and shook her head no as her muffled voice came with the sound of a woman who was begging for her life.
“Have it your way, missy…” Luke said as he dug in. He squeezed her waist, feeling the tightening muscles under his fingers. No matter what she did, he was ready with another poke, tickle or stroke. He followed her arching body everywhere. If she bucked up, he tickled her ribs or poked her taut belly. If she tried to scrunch over, he tickled under her arms until she arched again. By the time he got back to her midriff, she was a sweating wreck, her head whipping back and forth, the cloth of the gag the only thing keeping the animals around from coming to investigate.
Luke picked a spot on either side of the girl’s flat stomach. Halfway between her navel and side, a few inches above her hips, he discovered her weakest point. The crack in her armor. He pointed both fingers into these spots and pressed in.
“One more time, Glory, and if’n you don’t agree, I ain’t stopping’ this ‘til ol’ Jed comes back and decides what to do with ya…..now…will you marry me?”
He didn’t even wait for her answer as he rubbed his fingers back and forth over the deadly sensitive spots. Hopping back onto her hips, he tickled the same weak places over and over as one long scream escaped the bound girl.
“Whattya say, Glory? Marry me….or more…tickletickletickletickle….”
Glory was near passing out, but knew that if she did, this would only start over again. She had no choice. And she knew that Luke was right. If she went back on it, Jed would surely snatch her again out of her very bed. There was no way she could live through this again, especially not if Jed had anything to do with it. This would seem like a day at the fair if Jed ever got his evil hands on her body.
As Luke tickled her into a pile of quivering flesh, Glory used the last of her strength and shook her head Yes violently. Luke, however was in his own dark little world and didn’t notice her submission. He was tickling up and down her tight body, showing no remorse and less mercy. He was ruthless as she screamed with everything she had left.
Luke, finally seeing her shaking her head, let up on the tortured girl and slowly got off of her.
“So that’s a Yes, right?” Luke asked, making sure she was sure.
Again Glory shook her head Yes, but this time with less vigor, as she gave in to utter exhaustion.
“Great! Thank you so much! I’m gonna make you soooo happy Miss Glory!. Wait’ll I tell the others…” Luke exclaimed as he rushed from the room, leaving Glory still bound and heaving.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, she tried to convince herself. After all, Luke would be easy to control. And once Jed was dead through whatever means she could come up with, the other two wouldn’t be to hard either. Except for having to sleep with Luke occasionally (verrrry occasionally, she swore), she’d still have the run of the places for Granddad.
Almost pleased with herself, she started to relax.
Until she heard the sound of the door opening and the sight of Jed walking into the room.
“So,” he said, drooling at her, “Luke here says you’ve agreed to marry him?”
Glory weakly shook her head yes.
“That’s just wonderful, Miss Glory, Congratulations. By the way….”
Glory had a bad feeling about the tone of his voice.
“My brother has chosen me to be his best man. I “reminded” him about the old tradition.”
Glory knew that Jed had tricked his brother into something so he could get a crack at her, she just knew it.
“You know, Glory…the one where the best man gets a night with the bride? Luke wasn’t too sure about it, but then he told me what you two’d been up to in here. I agreed to forget about it…
Glory cautiously sighed.
“…If I could spend a few hours doin’ what he got to do. Luke was more than happy to grant me that honor.”
Jed hurried the others out of the small room and approached the bound girl with a malicious grin.
“I’ve been waiting to get one of you Swartswoods back for a long time, little girl…and since you’re already here and ain’t goin’ no place anytime soon, it might as well be you, darlin’….”
With the last wisp of sound she could muster, Glory screamed into her gag.
This time they’d gone too far, though. At least in her eighteen years of experience. Granddad seemed to shrug off the loss of a couple sheep, but she was a smart young woman. It was almost the 20th century, and women had to start stepping up, she thought. She was fully aware that the Bankcroft boys were testing them. If this worked, next it would be horses, pigs or cows. She loved her Grandfather, but secretly wished he was a little less passive about everything.
So, it was up to her.
The Bankcroft brothers had the luxury of relations to the local constabulary, their late parents having been of the Bankcrofts that had settled the town twenty years ago. Grudgingly, their exploits were often overlooked. But this time, she’d have evidence. She was going to sneak through the wooded area between their land and take a look in that barn. One sheep that belonged to her grandfather, and she would slip away to fetch the Sheriff before the boys knew anyone was looking for them. Then they’d be caught red-handed.
Her long dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail, she was ducking through the thick brush when she heard a familiar sound. The sound of sheep. She wasn’t far from their barn, she knew it. Her denim pants were protecting her from the thistles, but a few cuts had appeared as it got thicker toward the Bankcroft place. She buttoned the top button of her red flannel shirt, wishing she’d worn something under it. But it was her wash-day, and she couldn’t do the laundry and spy on the Bankcroft boys, now could she? Besides, it got hot this time of year, and even though it was still early morning, the sun would be higher by the time she went back to town and all.
So concerned was she with her surroundings that she barely heard the footsteps behind her before they were right on top of her.
“Whatta we have here?” said Luke Bankcroft. He was by far the dumbest (and that was saying a lot) and creepiest of the brothers. Top it off with the fact that he’d actually proposed to her on her 18th birthday. He even asked her grandfather if it “was’n ok if’n we’s get hitched”. Made a scene and everything. She didn’t like the way Luke was now leering at her.
“Luke Bankcroft,” she said, trying to sound as intimidating as she could, “you just go on home now, you here? I was chasin’ a rabbit through here and it’s mine, so you just never mind, you hear me?”
Maybe that would throw him off. She knew he loved rabbit stew, and from the smell of him, she often wondered if he’d discovered how to actually cook them yet.
“I didn’t hear no rabbit come by, Glory Swartswood, so’s you just tell me what yer doin’ out here by our barn!”
“Luke, you chicken-brain, you couldn’t hear a train rollin’ through a barrel of TNT….”
“Hey, Jed!” shouted Luke, “Git over here, we’s got a visitor!!”
Oh damn, thought Glory, if Jed Bankcroft was out here too, she’d have no chance of fooling Luke with a story, or her wiles if she had to. Jed was the oldest and the one who appeared to have gotten the single working brain among the four. And he was the meanest, too. He blamed her granddad for his father’s death, but it was a mine accident, nothing that could be prevented. Try telling that to big Jed.
“Whatcha got there, Luke?” she heard a deep voice holler.
“Got me a in-vader,” he slowly pronounced, “and a perty one, too….”
Glory most definitely did not like the sound of that.
Through the brush came Jed. All six and a half feet of him. She could smell the whiskey on his breath from here. Whiskey, or whatever hell they brewed up in that still they though no one knew about.
“Whatcho doin’ here, lil’ miss?” Jed asked, stroking his black mustache, “Ol’ Jock Swartswood sendin’ spies out now?”
“Jed, you know that ain’t true!” snapped Glory, shaking but not wanting to show it.
“I think maybe it is…Hank! Jesse!” he shouted to his lurking brothers, “Git yer stupid tails up here, now!”
Within moments, Glory found herself in the undesirable position of being face to face with all four of the Bankcroft brothers.
Alone.
“Boys,” said Jed with a glint in his eye, “why don’t you take little Glory here and bring her on up to the homestead. Make her….comfortable. I’ll go have a talk with her grand pappy.”
“Really, Jed, I can get home ok. You just let me go back now, you hear?” she told the oldest brother.
“Now, now, missy…we can’t have you younguns’ runnin’ all over here, so us grown-ups is gonna have a talk. Don’t worry,” he looked into her eyes, “my brothers are good company….”
Any further protest Glory was about to make was cut off by Hank, the tall lanky one, placing a burlap feed sack over her head. Before she knew it, Glory was covered in the large sack, and felt several hands tying twine around and around the bag. She struggled as well as she could, but the combined strength of the four men was more than she could overcome. She felt herself slung over a shoulder and before she knew it she was being carried through the woods.
Toward the boys’ house, she knew.
“Whatta we s’ posed to do with her, Jesse?” Luke asked. He had ideas of his own, and his actions were becoming more childlike in his enthusiasm.
“We’s gonna keep her ‘til Jed gits back, that’s what,” the second oldest Bankcroft brother said, “so don’t you go gittin any strange idears now.”
It took nearly fifteen minutes for the boys to get the struggling girl back to the shack they called home. Dumping her unceremoniously on the large bed they shared, the three brothers caught their breath.
“Luke, you just never mind what yer thinking’…” warned Hank, “you hurt her or get at her and Jed’ll have your head.”
“Awww, I wasn’t gonna do nothinn” Luke whined, “but she did get me good last year, didn’t she? Come on Hank, you know how she humilanat…huminilat…hunim….made me look stupid. I was jus’ tryin’ to marry myself off. I ain’t a young chicken no more, right?”
“Luke, you never was a chicken, you dope!” said Hank, happy to catch his brother with his superior intellect.
“No, boys, I mean…..” he looked around the room. His brothers thought that he was either about to have the first intelligent thought of his life, or he was distracted by something shiny…one or the other.
“What is it, you dolt?” spat Jesse, growing impatient.
“Well,” Luke went on, “If’n I gets hitched to Miss Glory, then all the land will be in the family, right?”
“Luke you….” Jesse started, then stopped as the uncharted territory of Luke’s brain was finally explored, “you may have sumthin there.”
Hank spoke up. “Yeah, Jesse! If Glory marries Luke, we can have all the land when the old man…OWWW!”
Jesse smacked his brother in the mouth.
“Don’t you talk about anything happenin’ to the old man in front of the G-…ummm…R-I-L, you idiot,” he whispered in Hank’s ear.
“Oh, yeah, right….”
During this intellectual think-fest, Glory fought to break free of the confining sack. The boys had wrapped her up too tight for her to get free. Here she was, all tied up in a sack, with only her feet sticking out the bottom. Some spy, she thought with disdain. Her attention being on her attempted escape, she only caught bits and pieces of what the boys were saying outside the doorway. She caught the word “married” however, and escape became more of a desperate concern. She had no idea what those boys were up to, but knowing them, it wasn’t going to be good.
“An’ wouldn’t Jed be pleased as a pig if’n he got home and we tol’ him that we’s getting’ married?” Luke continued with his one great thought, “he wouldn’t hafta do all this stuff no more! And he’d be happy with us, oh yes!”
“You know, you might have a point there, ol’ boy.” said Hank.
“An how do you suppose you is gonna git her to agree to marry the likes of you, Luke Bankcroft?” Jesse asked.
“Well,” he said as he went deeper into virgin brain cells, “how’s about we tell her if’n she don’t we’s a-gonna chuck her in the swiminn hole nekkid?”
“Luke, you idjit,” Hank cut in, “Glory’s always up at the swiminn hole nekkid…”
“And how would you know that, Hank?” asked Luke curling his fists.
“Oh, that….I heard tell from the girls in town….yeah….”
“You better of…” Luke said as he put his hands down.
“Shut up you idiots!” Jesse interjected, “I got an idea….”
“Whassat, Jesse?” Luke asked.
“Remember what ol’ Aunt Milly used to do to us boys when we was caught takin’ summthin? How she’d make us tell her where her apples was at?”
“Yeah……” Hank said, understanding boring through the layers, “Oh Yeah! Hot damn, Jesse…you’s gonna tickle that poor girl?”
“Hold on a second!” shouted Luke, his fists back up, “If’n she’s marryin’ me, ain’t no one touchin’ her but me! And that’s that!”
“Ok, ok, cool y’self down,” Jesse said, “But we gits to watch!”
“Alright,” Luke replied, “But hands off!”
The three brothers reentered the bedroom and saw that Glory had grown weary of her struggle.
“Oh, Miss Glory,” said Luke, “you gotta do something for me, ok?”
Through the fabric of the sack, the boys heard pure venom from the young girl.
“You boys let me outta this sack right now! I’m gonna skin you all alive for this! I mean it!”
Unfazed by her diatribe, Luke bent in closer to the where he figured the girl’s head to be.
“Glory Swartswood,” he asked, “would you do me the honor of marryin’ me?”
“Are you outta your cotton pickin’ mind?” she screamed, “You tie me up in a sack and expect me to marry you! You go straight to hell, Luke Bankcroft, and the rest of you, too!”
“Well,” said Jesse, taking a seat next to Hank, “I think you do got some par-swayed…persade….you got some convincing’ to do, boy!”
“Yeah, I figure I do,” said Luke as he sat on the overstuffed bed and put his hands on Glory’s boots.
“I don’t think you’s gonna be needin’ these anymore, Glory…” he slipped them off her feet, then retightened the ropes around her ankles.
“Luke, just what in blazes are you doing?” Glory screamed.
Luke looked down at Glory’s bare feet. Reaching down to the floor, he picked up two chicken feathers from the dirty wood. Turning around, he flipped Glory onto her stomach and sat on her calves.
“I’m gonna ask you again…” he said, pointing the feather’s at her soles, unknown to the trapped girl, “Would you marry me?”
“I done told you to go to hell, Luke BankcroooAAAAIIIGGHHHH!!!!!”
Peals of laughter escaped from under the burlap as the feathers stroked against her trapped soles. Naked against the flurry of motion that Luke was inflicting upon her, the sensations shot up her legs.
“You gonna marry me?” he asked again as he played the feathers over and over her bare soles, “Kitchie Kitchie Koo……..I’m gonna tickle yer feet ‘til you says yes…….tickletickletickle…”
“NNO!!!!…AAAHAHAHHEEEEEE…GODDAMMITLUUUUKE!!!!….HHA HAHHEEEEE…Y-YOU…HAAHAAA…ST-STOPTHATNOW!!!!!……HHAAHAAAHAAAHAAHAAHHEEEEHAAAA!!”
“Not until you says yes,” Luke said, dropping the feathers and pulling the toes of her left foot back, “I’m gonna tickle you good now…..”
“No…Don’t pleeeeaaseeeAAAIIGGHHH!!!!OHSWEETJESUSHAAAHAAAHHHE EEHHAAA!!”
Glory started screaming as Luke raked his fingertips over her stretched sole. He scraped his thick fingernails over the skin beneath her toes, causing her to buck wildly within her burlap prison. Luke’s weight was too much, however, as her feet remained helpless. The tickling was driving her mad, and then Luke let go and pulled back the toes of her other foot.
“Whattya say, Miss Glory?”
“Luke…..I-I…Ain’t gonna marry you, you snake. I’d die before I…AAAIIGGHH!!!!!NONONONOOOOOO!!!!!……HHAHAHA…HAHAHA HA….OHSTOOOOPPP!!!”
Luke began tickling her right sole in the same manner as he tormented her left. Up and down the length of her smooth soles his fingers wriggled. Powerless to do anything but bear the horrible tickling, Glory was laughing herself hoarse.
“NOOOO!!!!!…HAAHAHAAAA……I-I--…HAAHAAAAA!!!!!…IAIN’TGONNA…HHAAHAHAHEEEEE…MARRYYO OOOOOUU!!!!!!…”
As Luke attacked Glory’s bare feet over and over, Jesse and Hank watched in rapt attention. They were happy to see that perfect little trollop get hers, and both were glad that Luke had finally found something he could do without hurtin’ hisself.
“Tickletickletickle…..kitchiekitchiekoooo….” Luke was like a small child with a new toy. He tickled poor Glory’s feet until she stopped thrashing.
“Luke,” said Jesse, “I think you gotta give her a break afore she passes out on ya. Besides….you might have to try something’ else to break that filly.”
Stopping the torture of the young woman’s bound feet, Luke looked at his brother with an expression usually reserved for dead people and Bassett Hounds.
“Whatchoo mean there, Jesse?”
“I mean,” Jesse started, “that Glory’s little feet don’t seem to be doin’ the trick. I think we oughta tie her to that bed there and really let you have at her.”
“You guys just never mind that!” Glory managed to holler from within the confining sack.
“Ok” Luke started as he got off of Glory’s legs, “But you’s just helping’ me tie her up! You’s two ain’t touchin’ my bride!”
“I know, I know, you just relax now, Luke Bankcroft, and let me an’ ol’ Hank help you out now.”
As Glory put up a valiant struggle, the three brothers removed the sack and quickly pinned the young woman. She was no more a match for them now as she was in the woods, and having the added weakness of being tickled for so long, she couldn’t stop them from tying her to the old bed. Her wrists were lashed together by Jesse as Luke and Hank each sat on one of her feet, tying each to a bedpost. Jesse then raised Glory’s arms up over her head and took another piece of the tough cord to tie her bundled wrists to the head of the bed.
“Ok, you guys….you let me loose right now, and I mean it!” Glory spat out.
“She still gots a fight in her, Luke…you best break her afore Jed gits back.” Jesse said.
“I will, don’t you worry none,” Luke said as he took his pocket knife and began to cut away the pair of jeans that Glory was wearing.
“What the hell you think you’re doing to me, Luke Bankcroft?!?!?” Glory squealed.
“I’s just making you more comfy, Miss Glory…..”
By the time Luke got his self proclaimed fiancee comfy, she was covered by nothing. Her jeans cut away and her red shirt unbuttoned and pulled open, she felt the cool breeze against her bare skin.
“You’s two just leave and git now!” Luke said to his brothers, “You ain’t apposed to be lookin’ at my bride like that!”
“Ok, ok….but one thing brother…” Jesse said as he pulled two red bandanas from the shabby dresser, “I don’t want her outthinkin’ you, so she’s a-gonna stays quite whilst you convince her.” He looked down at the squirming blonde girl, “You just shake yer head Yes when you’s ready to come around to some sense….”
“Why you dirty horseshit covered…MMNNNPPHHH!!!” Her curses were cut off as Jesse shoved one balled up bandana into her mouth, and quickly tied the other one around the back of her head, gagging her.
“Now, you two play nice…..” Jesse said as he escorted his leering brother Hank out of the room.
Luke looked his captive up and down.
She sure was pretty, Luke thought. He face was cute, even though she was a bit flushed. The gag only added to her beauty for some reason. Her young breasts, unseen by any man (well except Jimmy Harlton in the hay barn, but that was another story), were perky and pointing up at the ceiling. Her ribs were rubbing against her tight skin because of the way she was so tightly tied up. Glory’s flat belly rose and fell with each nervous breath. Luke had never seen a woman fully naked before, and Glory’s unknown regions had him enthralled. With a mighty effort, he brought himself back to the task at hand.
“Now, you gonna marry me, or do I gotta tickle you again? And don’t go thinking’ you’s gonna go back on it if’n you says yes,” Luke said with his record-shattering second bright thought in one day, “cause if’n you do, Jed and them’ll bring you back again as many times as it’s gonna take. Dontchoo go thinking’ that ol’ grampa of yours is gonna stop Jed from getting’ you. We all now how much of a sissy that ol’ man is.”
Glory screamed unheard curses at Luke through her tight gag. What he’d done to her feet was horrible, but Glory was getting very scared now. The very thought of Luke tickling her all over her naked body was making her shake before he ever touched her.
Which didn’t last long.
“So,” Luke said as he straddled the young girl’s hips and lowered his fingers into the smooth hollows under Glory’s stretched arms, “you gonna marry me an’ make me happy?”
“MMrrrggghh!!!!…MMMM…Mmmmrrgghh..!!”
Luke hadn’t the foggiest what she was trying to say, but her head didn’t shake Yes, so he knew that it was time to start convincing young Glory of the responsibility she had to both families. He started at her elbows and lightly trailed his fingers down her soft skin. The closer he got to her armpits, the more she started to giggle under the gag.
“Boy, you sure is a ticklish one, Glory Swartswood. This is gonna really tickle now….”
She shrieked as he wriggled his fingers over the smooth skin. Up and down he stroked, his fingers wildly tickling the tender flesh. As her giggles became muffled laughter, Luke poked into her armpits, digging into to a sensitive spot and tickling in a solid motion. Glory was going out of her mind.
“MMMMM!!!…MMMNNNPPPHHH!!!!…MMM….MMM…MMMNNNNHHH!!!! ”
The screams only served to get Luke going, engulfed in tormenting the pretty girl in this wonderful new way.
“Whattya say, Glory, you wanna get hitched?”
“MMMNNGGHHH!!!!!…MMRRGHH!!!”
No head shake, so on Luke tickled. Going lower with each torturous pass, his hands rested on the girl’s tight ribs.
“I’m gonna tickle you if’n you don’t say Yes….” he teased. Venomous screams issued forth from the helpless girl, but she was not giving in.
“Ok, have it yer way……Tickletickletickletickletickle!!!!!” Luke was quite enthusiastic in tormenting the ribs of his bound captive, rubbing bone against skin in a whirlwind of tickle-torture. The soft skin between each rib was tormented by poke, prod and caress as Luke mercilessly tickled the poor young woman into sheer hysterics. The ropes were stretching slightly as her body tightened, desperate to escape the terrible fate she’d walked into.
“Maybe I should go lower ‘til you give up?”
“MMMNNGGHHH!!!!!” was the only sound Glory could make in her defense as Luke got off of the girl and sat down next to her tied body on the old bed.
“I bet you have a real ticklish tummy, dontcha Glory? Sure you don’t wanna marry me?”
Before she even had a chance to scream, Luke walked his fingers quickly up and down her sides. He started wriggling his fingers over the tight skin right below her ribs and continued down until he reached the protruding hips. Over and over he tickled the stretched body of the bound captive as her body arched against the cruel restraints. Bucking like a show horse, she was helpless as Luke clawed his hands around her waist, gripping both sides and pressing in. Looking Glory straight in the eye, he asked her again.
“You gonna marry me, or do I hafta tickle you hard right here?” he gave her waist a quick squeeze, causing her to flinch. With tears streaming down her face, she pleaded with her eyes and shook her head no as her muffled voice came with the sound of a woman who was begging for her life.
“Have it your way, missy…” Luke said as he dug in. He squeezed her waist, feeling the tightening muscles under his fingers. No matter what she did, he was ready with another poke, tickle or stroke. He followed her arching body everywhere. If she bucked up, he tickled her ribs or poked her taut belly. If she tried to scrunch over, he tickled under her arms until she arched again. By the time he got back to her midriff, she was a sweating wreck, her head whipping back and forth, the cloth of the gag the only thing keeping the animals around from coming to investigate.
Luke picked a spot on either side of the girl’s flat stomach. Halfway between her navel and side, a few inches above her hips, he discovered her weakest point. The crack in her armor. He pointed both fingers into these spots and pressed in.
“One more time, Glory, and if’n you don’t agree, I ain’t stopping’ this ‘til ol’ Jed comes back and decides what to do with ya…..now…will you marry me?”
He didn’t even wait for her answer as he rubbed his fingers back and forth over the deadly sensitive spots. Hopping back onto her hips, he tickled the same weak places over and over as one long scream escaped the bound girl.
“Whattya say, Glory? Marry me….or more…tickletickletickletickle….”
Glory was near passing out, but knew that if she did, this would only start over again. She had no choice. And she knew that Luke was right. If she went back on it, Jed would surely snatch her again out of her very bed. There was no way she could live through this again, especially not if Jed had anything to do with it. This would seem like a day at the fair if Jed ever got his evil hands on her body.
As Luke tickled her into a pile of quivering flesh, Glory used the last of her strength and shook her head Yes violently. Luke, however was in his own dark little world and didn’t notice her submission. He was tickling up and down her tight body, showing no remorse and less mercy. He was ruthless as she screamed with everything she had left.
Luke, finally seeing her shaking her head, let up on the tortured girl and slowly got off of her.
“So that’s a Yes, right?” Luke asked, making sure she was sure.
Again Glory shook her head Yes, but this time with less vigor, as she gave in to utter exhaustion.
“Great! Thank you so much! I’m gonna make you soooo happy Miss Glory!. Wait’ll I tell the others…” Luke exclaimed as he rushed from the room, leaving Glory still bound and heaving.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, she tried to convince herself. After all, Luke would be easy to control. And once Jed was dead through whatever means she could come up with, the other two wouldn’t be to hard either. Except for having to sleep with Luke occasionally (verrrry occasionally, she swore), she’d still have the run of the places for Granddad.
Almost pleased with herself, she started to relax.
Until she heard the sound of the door opening and the sight of Jed walking into the room.
“So,” he said, drooling at her, “Luke here says you’ve agreed to marry him?”
Glory weakly shook her head yes.
“That’s just wonderful, Miss Glory, Congratulations. By the way….”
Glory had a bad feeling about the tone of his voice.
“My brother has chosen me to be his best man. I “reminded” him about the old tradition.”
Glory knew that Jed had tricked his brother into something so he could get a crack at her, she just knew it.
“You know, Glory…the one where the best man gets a night with the bride? Luke wasn’t too sure about it, but then he told me what you two’d been up to in here. I agreed to forget about it…
Glory cautiously sighed.
“…If I could spend a few hours doin’ what he got to do. Luke was more than happy to grant me that honor.”
Jed hurried the others out of the small room and approached the bound girl with a malicious grin.
“I’ve been waiting to get one of you Swartswoods back for a long time, little girl…and since you’re already here and ain’t goin’ no place anytime soon, it might as well be you, darlin’….”
With the last wisp of sound she could muster, Glory screamed into her gag.
