Gilligan’s Island - Island Madness - Part One
Gilligan’s Island
Island Madness
by Barton J. Donnelly
10 years on the island has made the 7 castaways very close. They’re a family to each other now. & like all families, there is the occasional sibling rivalry. This story is about Ginger & Maryann. They can be like sisters at times, but they are such opposites that their personalities tend to clash more often than not.
Living in the same hut has been frustrating for Maryann, especially.
She’s tolerated Ginger’s ’holier-than-thou’ attitude & her prima donna upbringing. Maryann is a VERY patient girl. . . up to a point. & her patience is almost exhausted.
Then, Ginger, being her usual self-obsorbed self, sent Maryann over the edge . . .
It was almot 11 AM. Ginger was still asleep.
Maryann burst into the hut she shared with Ginger.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
Ginger, still in bed & half asleep.
“Wha? What’s wrong now, Maryann?”
‘YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE UP 2 HOURS AGO & HELP ME DO THE LAUNDRY & MAKE BREAKFAST FOR THE OTHERS.”
Maryann was really angry & screamed as loud as she could.
“THIS IS THE LAST TIME THAT I DO ALL THE WORK AROUND HERE.”
She moved closer to the startled Ginger. her voice became lower, but just as forceful.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to teach Miss Prima Donna a lesson.”
Ginger was fully awake now from Maryann’s tirade. She shot back, “Listen to me, Mary Poppins. I told you a thousand times. I DON’T . . DO . . . HOUSEWORK.”
Maryann’s face turned beet red. Her eyes were blazing with pure hatred for this woman.
Without thinking, Maryann grabbed Gingers’s wrists & they struggled for a few moments.
Maryann’s anger made her fearless & stronger.
She noticed part of a bamboo rope that was used to tie Ginger’s bed together hanging from her bed post.
She held Ginger’s wrists with one hand while she reached over & grabbed the hanging piece of bamboo rope.
Maryann wrapped the bamboo rope around Ginger’s wrists a few times so that Ginger’s arms were now over her head & behind her, leaving no room for much movement.
Maryann, then stepped back & whispered, “Now I‘ve got you, you spoiled brat.”
Ginger was frantically trying to get herself loose, but Maryann secured her well to the bed post.
“What are you gonna do?” Ginger started to panic.
Maryann had a devilish look on her face that Ginger never saw before.
In a manacingly low voice, Maryann said, “Everyone else is on the other side of the island. They’ll never hear you scream.”
Ginger was really frightened now.
“You’ve gone mad, Maryann. Stop this now before you go too far.”
“Too far? Hah. I haven’t even begun yet.”
Ginger struggled again. “Let… me.. GOOO.”
“Sorry, HONEY. It’s almost time for your first lesson.”
Maryann pulled the covers off of Ginger. Ginger was wearing a very short nighty. Maryann saw her legs.
“Oh, yes. We must keep your legs from flailing all over the place.”
She turned to leave. When she got to the door she turned back at Ginger & said, “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere. Hahaha.”
When Ginger was alone, she struggled frantically to get loose. She tried in vain to undo the knot that Maryann made. She didn’t want to break a nail, so she tried with the sides of her fingers. Didn’t work.
Maryann came back with some more bamboo rope.
“Miss me?”
Ginger was getting angry now.
“Shut up you lunatic. Get me outta this thing.”
“That’s it. Keep it up. You’ll only make it worse.”
Then, out of shear desperation, Ginger used the only form of persuasion she knew very well. . .Seduction.
In a low sexy, soft voice, Ginger said, “Maryann. . . Please don’t do this.”
Maryann stopped & looked at her in disbelief. “You ARE kidding, right?”
“Oh, please stop this, whatever it is you’re think of doing.”
“Sorry. No more time for 2nd, 3rd or 4th chances. I’ve had to put up with you for 10 years. 10.. YEARS. No more, Ginger.”
Maryann grabbed Ginger’s left ankle & quickly wrapped the bamboo rope around it, then secured it to the corner of the bed. All the while Ginger was trying to kick her, but being so lazy, she didn’t have the strength to really stop her.
Maryann, then, secured her right foot to the other corner.
She stepped back & admired her handi-work.
“See Ginger? When you do chores, you learn how to do all kinds of things. Like how to make knots that cannot be easily undone. I learned that from building this hut with the others while you stood there & filed your nails.”
“I have to look good for my fans.”
“FANS? WHAT FANS? WE’VE BEEN STUCK HERE FOR 10 YEARS, GINGER. WHAT FANS ARE YOU REFERRING TO?”
That hurt Ginger‘s feelings, but Maryann couldn‘t care less.
Maryann’s rage began to build up again from Ginger’s self-obsorbed remark.
Maryann went to her dresser drawer & pulled out a small stiff feather.
She showed it to Ginger.
“I’ve been saving this for a special occasion.”
Ginger looked at the feather & didn‘t make the connection right away. Then it dawned on her. Her eyes bulged out. “Oh NO. Maryann… You wouldn’t… You COULDN’T”.
“Oh, I would & I could. . . & I WILL!“
Maryann brought the feather closer to Ginger‘s exposed armpits.
The tip of the feather made contact with Ginger’s smooth hollowed armpit.
‘NO NO AHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Kitchy kitchy koo, Ginger. Tickle tickle tickle.”
“NOOOO. HAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE MATYAN STO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHA!”
Maryann stroked Ginger’s sensitive armpits for about 5 or 6 minutes.
Ginger jumped all over the bed, but still was not able to get loose.
Ginger snapped (No pun intended) , “HAHAHAHA STOP IT YOU CRAZY- HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“My my. Ginger is so tickly under her arms, aren’t you? Yes you are. A-tickle tickle tickle, Ginger.”
‘STOP SAYING THAT! HAHAHAHAHAHA THAT MAKES - HAHAHAHAHA -IT WORSE - HEE HEE HEE HAHAHAHAHA!”
Maryann puts the feather down.
Ginger, trying to catch her breath says, “Oh thank you. I’ve (gasp) learned my (Wheeze) lesson now.”
“Learned your lesson? Ginger. . . this is just the beginning. A warm up. Now it’s time for your first lesson. This is called, ‘Common Courtesy 101’”
Maryann picked up the feather & walked over to Ginger’s bare feet.
Ginger began to really panic.
“Oh no. No no. Maryann. NO. You Can’t tickle my feet. That is too mean. Even for you.”
“I can… & I WILL.”
Maryann crouched down at Ginger’s soft feet. Ginger’s feet were perfectly pedicured. No callouses, no redness, not a hint of dryness. Maryann held Ginger’s right foot in her hand.
“I must admit, Ginger. . . I DO have perfect feet.”
“Oh thanks. I try my best to keep them - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Maryann stroked Ginger’s bare sole with the feather.
“The softer your feet, the more ticklish they become.”
“NO PLEASE STOP IT - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - I CAN’T STAND IT - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE NO MORE - HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Kitchy kitchy Ginger! Oh you love this. Admit it.”
“NO. I HATE IT - HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Maryann put the feather down & started to use her nails. She scribbled the ball of her foot.
Ginger started screaming & laughing so loud & hard that Maryann thought she might have a stroke.
Maryann stopped for a moment to make sure Ginger was alright.
When Ginger was breathing normally again, Maryann tickled her foot again. She held Ginger’s toes & pulled them back. She then raked Ginger’s taut sole & heel.
Ginger started to laugh silently as Maryann’s nails slowly scritched her sole.
After a 6 long minutes of this intense tickle torture, Maryann stopped.
Ginger was almost passed out from the intense sensations inflicted by Maryann.
She was dazed from lack of oxygen to her brain & lungs.
Maryann left the hut to get some water.
When she returned, she gave Ginger a few sips of the water.
Ginger’s breathing returned to normal.
“Ok, Maryann. I‘ve learned my lesson. I’ll do my share from now on.”
“We’re not done yet. Lesson 2 - Consideration Of Others 101”
Maryann crouched down again at Ginger’s feet.
“OOH, no.. Not my feet again.”
“Yes, Ginger. We must complete the lesson. So you’ll learn better.”
“Oh God please no.”
Maryann held Ginger’s left foot & began to slowly stroke her sole.
Ginger’s eyes werer closed tightly, her lips quivered. Her body shook . She grit her teeth, trying so hard not to laugh. Finally .. . “MWAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“There ya go, Ginger. Good girl.”
Ginger’s mind was no longer on the island. She didn’t know where she was anymore. She just knew that her foot was being tickled & she had no way of stopping it.
Maryann scritched the ball of Ginger’s foot & under her toes. Ginger’s toes flexed in & out at Maryann’s gentleness.
After what seemed like an eternity, Maryann, mercifully stopped tickling Ginger’s foot.
She stood up & watched Ginger still cunvulsing & laughing.
She walked over to her & whispered, “Have you learned your lesson now, Ginger?”
“Yes.. Yes. please no more tickling.”
“Remember this day, Ginger. The next time you shirk your chores, you WILL be tickled.”
Ginger was finally catching her breath.
“I swear, Maryann. I’ll do my share from now on.”
“Are you sure you’re not just saying that?”
“No, really. Please untie me now. I’ll do my part. I swear.”
Feeling confident that Ginger may be sincere, Maryann untied her.
After being untied, Ginger rubbed her wrists. As Maryann was leaving the hut, she turned to Ginger.
“Oh, & by the way. . . If you EVER tell any of the others about this, you WILL get it a lot worse. BELIEVE me.”
“Oh, I believe you Maryann. I do.”
Feeling humbled by Maryann’s method of control, Ginger quickly showered & got dressed, hoping that Maryann would not still be angry with her.
During the course of the day, Ginger was uncharacteristically quiet & obedient to Maryann’s demands.
Maryann felt confident that she did the right thing & helped Ginger become a better person & contribute possitively to the survival of all concerned.
That evening, while Maryann slept in the bed next to her, Ginger began to plan her revenge. . .
End of part 1
