Hello good people of the TMF.
I’ve posted a number of multi-part stories on here, and I always get ridiculously self-conscious when I do, since I wrote many of them not intending to “share.” Anyway, I wrote a little intro in front of the first one (“Night of the Blondes”) sort of putting my stories in context. Here’s the link.
But for thems that can’t be bothered, or have already read the stories…
My stories take place in a fantasy world populated by beautiful, ticklish, and usually scantily clad women. In this fantasy world, pretty much everything revolves around tickling and sensuality.
Sometimes, like in this story, there’s a male narrator. How did he get there? I don’t know. It’s a fantasy. Once upon a time I think I made up a goofy sci-fi explanation, like he was “trapped” in a virtual reality machine, or in another dimension, or something. So, if you need a reason, you can have that one.
“My Softbody Heroine” takes place on “Citadel Island,” the same “world” as my stories “Softbodies” and “Maki’s Seduction.” It also features one of the main characters from “Softbodies,” a super-zaftig country girl named Bindy (she actually first appears in Part 2 of “Softbodies”).
In the “Citadel” stories, the male narrator is part of the security forces. He’s not particularly good at what he does, and often gets in trouble…
But none of that really matters. Like I said, I get self-conscious. Many writers I admire here set their stories in pretty detailed worlds, and readers seem to like them, so maybe I should just shut up.
So… here’s Part 1 “My Softbody Heroine.” This chapter is ff/f, but there’s a male narrator.
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My Softbody Heroine
Part 1
It’s a good indication of how bored I was that helping two cute farm girls repair a broken wagon wheel was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in what felt like ages. It was towards the end of another long, monotonous shift — I was tired, and it was hot, and though the girls looked quite fetching in their hip-hugging cut-off shorts, I knew that my eyes were the only things that were going to be able to roam over their tanned, toned legs and shapely buns. But when my scooter turned the corner and came upon the scene — the wagon parked at the side of the dirt road, the two girls inspecting one of the rear wheels — my first thought was “well, at least it’s something to do.”
There had been precious little to break up the routine while I was out here on probation, but that was the point. A member of the security force in the Citadel, I was being disciplined for “excessive interrogation” of a suspect in a minor crime. My “victim” had been a known associate of our suspects. She turned out to be innocent. She also turned out to be one of the special friends of a bigwig on council named Belinda. So even though I hadn’t thought there was anything really “excessive” about my questioning of her, it wasn’t long before I had found myself hauled up in front of the disciplinary committee. The sentence: a period of probation, to be served out in a very remote, very sleepy county of the island.
The area was very far away from the Citadel, near the coast, and sparsely populated — mostly individual farms, a handful of small villages, and maybe three big homesteads owned and run by the Goodwomen of the area. There were no big towns, and certainly no cities. The police force itself numbered seven, including me, and I performed my duties under the watchful eye of Sheriff Cheryl, the commander of the outpost.
At least she treated me well. A slim, almost petite blonde with a bright smile, Cheryl was sympathetic to my troubles but a stickler for the rules and regulations, and absolutely adamant about me abiding by the conditions of my probation. When I first arrived, she briefed me on my duties and went over the terms of my probation item by item. “Look, I know this won’t be easy for you,” she told me at the end of the interview. “I really wish you were joining our team as a regular member of the force, and we could show you that even though it may not be the Citadel, there is plenty of fun to be had out here. But circumstances being what they are, we can’t do that. So, if you abide by the conditions of your probation, I will make sure you are treated with professionalism and respect, and when this is all over, I can send you home with a clean record.”
I agreed and promised to perform my duties as expected. “I think you’ll find it’s not so bad out here,” Cheryl replied. “As far as a reprimand goes… well, it could have been much worse for you.”
I had to concede that it could have been. I could have been sent to the Farm, I could have been assigned “training duties” at the Academy, I could have been sent on an extremely hazardous — or extremely boring — escort mission…
So yes, it could have been worse, but reminding myself that I had gotten off relatively easy didn’t go very far when faced with the dull, day-to-day routine of my probation. Most of my duties consisted of going on patrol. At the end of the day, I’d fill out a report, then give Cheryl a detailed itemization of everything I’d done that day. After a meal and a little leisure time, my day would end in my single, small room on the second floor of the station. True to her word, Cheryl treated me with professional courtesy, and the other five officers were friendly and professional to me as well. There was no teasing, no mockery, and if I was the butt of any jokes or sneering remarks, I never saw it.
Of course, part of my sentence was a prohibition on any fun whatsoever. No nabbing some buxom peasant girl to while away the afternoon, or sneaking out at night. To make it worse, I had a friend who lived in the area, a very sweet, very curvy farm girl named Bindy whom I had met on a previous adventure. She liked me a lot — I certainly liked her — and would have been more than willing to provide some discrete distraction. But my guidelines were very strict — I barely had any time that I wasn’t supposed to account for. More to the point, Cheryl’s reminder that it could have been much, much worse — that there were far more severe punishments than patrolling the countryside and filing in reports — was a good motivator for staying out of trouble.
One of my routes took me very close to Bindy’s farm, and every time I passed the crossroads near her place, knowing that a lot of fun could be had by simply turning right and traveling a few hundred yards down the lane was always a temptation. I was on that route that afternoon, maybe ten or fifteen minutes away from the crossroads, when I saw the wagon on the side of the road, with the two cute country girls inspecting one of the wheels.
The girls introduced themselves as Traci and Jane. Both slim but shapely brunettes, they were dressed in typical country girl attire — cut-off shorts, with a snug, threadbare yellow t-shirt for Jane and a mid-riff baring blue halter top for Traci. “Thanks so much for stopping,” said Traci. She was maybe an inch or so shorter than her companion, her brown hair light and curly. “Silly me didn’t get around to changing the wheel. I knew it was old, but you know how it is; just one more trip and then I’ll do it.”
Her companion Jane spoke up: “We can fix it ourselves, but we have to prop it up first and the two of us can’t do it.” She had a narrow face and thick, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She looked to be pretty strong. “Maybe if you and me lift it up, Traci can grab one of those logs over there…”
“I’d be glad to help,” I said. “Let’s see… where is it broken exactly…” I crouched down to inspect the wheel. “Huh… It looks fine to me. Where did you say…”
I saw the stun stick in Traci’s hand half-a-moment before the jolt hit me. My knees buckled and I crashed to the ground, the world spinning around me. The effects of a stun stick typically don’t last very long, and a jolt from one doesn’t knock you out. It feels more like being very, very drunk. The world spins, your vision gets hazy and blurry, you lose control of your limbs and you can’t speak. Everything seems like it’s happening a long distance away.
I felt myself being hoisted up and bundled in the back of the wagon, felt my clothes being taken off me. Traci and Jane were talking, but their words were indistinct, seeming to fade in and out as if they were speaking in another room. I heard one of the girls tell the other to hurry up. “Just bind his hands. We have to go before someone comes along…” My hands were rapidly tied in front of me, and I sensed one of the girls jump out the back of the wagon and close the doors behind her.
My senses were already returning by the time I felt the wagon start to roll. In just a few minutes I was almost fully recovered, enough to take in my surroundings, though there wasn’t much to see. It was a simple square wagon made of worn wood boards, perhaps eight feet long and six feet wide. The only window was a narrow rectangular slot in the front with vertical bars across it. When I got to my feet, I realized the wagon wasn’t high enough for me to stand up straight. I also realized the effects of the stun stick hadn’t quite worn off; my limbs were still a little wobbly. I went to the narrow window and raised myself up as best I could. “Hey! What’s going on?” I shouted at the back of Traci and Jane’s heads. “Do you know you’ve just kidnapped a police officer? This is a serious violation…”
The two girls only laughed. “Ooo, we’re scared,” said Traci.
“Yeah, terrified,” laughed Jane.
“I’m serious! I’m with the county station. If I don’t report in…”
“We know who you are,” Jane said.
“You know who I am?” I was confused. “What’s going on here? Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Traci said. “It’s not all that far, but we do have a bit of a journey, so why don’t you just relax and enjoy the ride.”
More demands to know where I was going, who they were, and why they had been looking for me got only the same mocking, vague responses, and a threat to gag me if I didn’t shut up. After a while I gave up, and turned my attention to the inside of the wagon. A little light filtered through the slats between the boards, and the whole thing rattled and shook as we rode along the dirt road. But soon a steady banging sound caught my ear, louder and a little more regular than the other noises the wagon made. It sounded just like someone clapping two boards together. IIt tended to become more pronounced when we hit a rough patch of road. One particularly loud series of “clacks” drew my attention to the back of the wagon.
It was the two sides of the door, banging together as if it were slightly ajar. Every time we went over a bump or rut, a narrow gap from the floor to the ceiling appeared between the two sides. The gap was small, maybe two or three inches wide, but from where I stood, it looked as though the door had not been shut all the way. I moved closer to get a better look. Indeed, the door wasn’t completely secured. The only thing holding it closed was a narrow bar in the center, slid between two loops on the outside. There were similar loops at the top and bottom of the doors, but they hadn’t been locked in place. Their respective bolts both dangled from small chains.
I could only assume that in their haste, the girls hadn’t bothered to check that all the bolts were fastened. But I didn’t waste much time wondering where my good luck had come from. I slipped my fingers through the gap between the doors, pinched the narrow bolt between my first and second fingers, and began sliding it, inch by inch, out of its loop. I worked quickly, casting glances over my shoulder to see if anyone was checking on me. But the bolt slid easily, and it was only a matter of minutes before I had slipped it free.
I held the door close, peering through the gap in between the sides. It appeared my luck still held. The road was winding its way through a heavily forested area, and though there was nothing to distinguish this strip of country road from any other, I had traveled it enough to recognize that we hadn’t come very far from where I had been taken. Just a few hundred yards behind us was the crossroads that lead to Bindy’s place. Farther beyond that was the spot where Traci and Jane had kidnapped me, where presumably they had left my scooter. I still felt a little “off” from the effects of the stun stick, and didn’t trust my legs to get me all the way to where I hoped to find my scooter. But I could, with a little luck, make it to Bindy’s farm by cutting through the forest…
It was risky — the forest was thick, I was still naked and bound, and if I made it to Bindy’s farm, I didn’t know what kind of reception I’d get. But it was my best shot at a hiding place.
I let the doors swing open and jumped out the back, legs pumping even as I hit the ground. In seconds I was in the trees, the wagon still rolling behind me. Cursing the tangled undergrowth that tripped me and hindered my path, I made my way through the woods as quickly as I could. Over my own heavy breathing I listened for signs of pursuit, but heard nothing. Once again, I wondered who Jane and Traci were. It wasn’t that uncommon for a few country girls to form little raiding parties every now and then for a bit of fun. But I hadn’t been some random mark. They had been looking for me.
The strong sunlight ahead of me indicated I was coming to the end of the woods. My calculations had been correct — a few yards in front of me was the narrow lane that went by Bindy’s farm, and right beyond that was the split rail fence that marked the borders of her property. I could see the roof of her farm house and small barn over the field of tall grass and wildflowers on the other side.
I dashed across the lane, through the fence and into the grass, crouching low. In a few moments I was on the other side, looking over the yard of Bindy’s tiny homestead — a simple white farm house and small barn, with a field of corn stalks stretching out behind it.
I saw Bindy almost immediately. She was across the yard, kneeling in a small patch of garden near the house, pulling up weeds, her back towards me. She was wearing overall shorts stained with smudges of dirt and a wide-brimmed hat. As I watched, she paused in her work, standing up and stretching. “Bindy!” I called, my voice almost a whisper. I wasn’t sure why I was being so quiet, since I could neither nor see any sign of Jane and Traci, but I wanted to be cautious. “Bindy!”
Startled, she spun around, the rapid motion triggering a great deal of activity under her overalls. “Who is that? Who’s there?”
“Bindy, it’s me,” I said, standing up.
Her hazel eyes opened wide and her whole face seemed to light up. “Oh my gosh!” she cried, bouncing over towards me. “Oh my gosh!”
Bindy had blondish hair and she was a little on the tall side, with broad shoulders, generous hips, and a ripe curvy body. She was a big girl; in fact, she actually verged on being chubby. You could probably pinch more than an inch on her belly and the love handles of her waist. She was also extremely busty. I could see, as she bounded towards me, that she wasn’t wearing anything under her overalls. Her pumpkin-sized breasts bounced so vigorously as she ran that I thought they’d break the clasps of her overalls. The rest of her was well-padded to say the least, especially her thighs and upper arms, but her height and general size meant she carried all her extra fleshiness very well.
She threw her arms around me, almost knocking me to the ground in her excitement. “Bindy, I… mmmpphhh…” My words were smothered by a big kiss, which I obviously would have enjoyed if I hadn’t been so worried about my pursuers. Bindy began covering my face with kisses, still squeezing me to her in an affectionate but strong embrace. “What are you doing here?… oh, I am so happy to see you…”
“Bindy, wait… oh! … cut it out… ahhh!…” Her mouth planted little kisses on my neck and her hands began to wander, caressing and gently teasing me. I squirmed and protested, but apparently she was so thrilled to see me that she didn’t notice I was naked and bound.
“What are you doing here?” Bindy asked.
“Bindy, I…” I held up my bound hands.
She gasped. “You’re tied! And naked, too! What’s going on? Who did this to you?”
“I don’t have time to explain, but there are two women after me…”
“Who are they?”
“I don’t know. They look like ordinary country girls. But I don’t know who they are or what they want… Look, I know you must have a hundred questions, and I swear I’ll explain everything to you later. But right now, I need to hide. They could be here any second. Please, Bindy, I need your help.”
As if on cue, we heard the sound of wheels on the lane leading to Bindy’s. Bindy looked around. “The barn,” she said. “Hide up in the loft. Hurry. I’ll handle them. Go!”
I thanked her and ran to the small barn. There was one main room inside, with a loft about ten feet up on three sides. A ladder lead up to the loft immediately to my right;.
Negotiating the ladder was tricky with my hands bound in front of me, but I managed to make it up. Once up in the loft, I pulled the ladder up after me and then made my way to the front of the barn, peering through a knot hole in the wood that gave me a great view of the yard. Jane and Traci strode into my line of sight. Though they were smiling and appeared friendly as they greeted Bindy, they were scanning the yard at the same time, looking for signs of me.
If Bindy was nervous or jumpy, I couldn’t tell. She looked the picture of innocence, the simple farm girl working on a warm afternoon, giving two unexpected visitors a friendly welcome. “What brings you two girls out here on this hot day?” she asked.
“We’re looking for someone,” said Traci.
“Oh? Well, there’s no one here but me. Unless I’m the one you’re looking for. My name’s Bindy, by the way. What’s yours?”
“Hi Bindy. I’m Traci and this is Jane. And no, we’re not looking for you. We’re looking for… well, a prisoner, actually. They escaped from us not too long ago, and was headed this way.”
Bindy gasped. “A prisoner? Are they dangerous?”
“Maybe.”
“Goodness. Are you the police?”
Traci laughed. “Not exactly. We’re just… well, this ne’er do well we’re looking for is a poacher. We know someone who wants a word with him.”
“Oh! Well, I haven’t seen anyone. They were coming this way?”
“Yeah. Naked. Hands tied in front” Traci said.
Bindy giggled. “Gosh, I certainly would have noticed something like that. But I’ve been in the yard pretty much since lunch, and I haven’t seen a thing.”
“Hmm…” Traci looked over Bindy’s shoulder at the field behind her, then over towards her house. Jane was staring directly at the barn.
“Do you girls want something to drink?” Bindy asked. “I have some lemonade I just made this morning up in the house…”
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, but no thanks,” Traci said. “We’re kind of in a hurry to find this criminal. Do you mind if we have a look around? Maybe he slipped past you.”
“Sure, go ahead…”
“Could you show us the barn, Bindy?”
“Sure …”
I left my position at the knot hole and buried myself in a pile of hay, lying flat on my stomach with a good view of the barn below me. In a few moments Bindy entered, Traci and Jane following behind her. “Go ahead, have a look,” she said.
The two women glanced around, Traci scanning the length of the loft, chewing her lower lip, contemplating climbing up and giving it a more thorough search. Jane strode over toward the far wall and crouched down. “What’s this?” she asked, grinning at Bindy. Her hand was on a small set of foot stocks against the wall.
“Oh!” Bindy laughed, covering her mouth and blushing. “I found those. They’re not mine.”
Jane laughed. “Relax, girlie,” she said. “Like we said, we’re not the police.”
“Well, I sometimes have problems with poachers, too,” Bindy said.
“No need to explain…” Jane said, returning to the center of the barn. The three women were positioned in a sort of triangle, with Bindy facing the entrance of the barn and Traci and Jane standing in front of her on either side, facing her. They were both looking at Bindy now, moving towards her. Without knowing exactly why or how, the atmosphere suddenly seemed to change. Traci and Jane slowly converged on Bindy in a way that made me nervous. Bindy sensed it, too; her smile faltered and she moved back half-a-step as the women came closer. “Well, feel free to look around some more,” Bindy said, her voice less certain and less cheerful than before. She swallowed. “Not too many places for someone to hide in here, but ummm… maybe somewhere else…”
The two women continued to move slowly towards her, making Bindy back up. From my hiding spot in the loft, I saw that they were basically maneuvering her towards the back of the barn.
“Yeah, maybe somewhere else,” Jane said. “Like where?”
“Well… I don’t know… maybe in the meadow, or the field… maybe he snuck in the house…”
“Maybe,” Jane said. “That’s a lot of places to check, though. Do you want to know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think he is here,” Jane said. “I think you’re hiding him somewhere.”
“What?! No! That’s not true! Why would I…”
Traci chimed in. “You’re all out here by yourself, nothing to do on this hot afternoon but work, and all of a sudden, someone makes their way into your yard, naked and tied… Are you sure you didn’t tuck him away somewhere so you could have him all to yourself later on?”
“No!”
“I’m getting tired of this,” Jane said. “Just tell us where you’ve hid him and we’ll go!”
“He’s not here,” said Bindy. “I’ve told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You can search all you want…”
The two women suddenly leapt at her. Bindy screamed and staggered backwards, flailing her arms. Her hat fell off. She was bigger than either of the two girls, but they were faster than the curvy peasant. They pushed her against one of the posts holding up the loft. Bindy slid to the ground as she fought against her attackers, but Traci had already taken hold of Bindy’s wrists and pulled them behind the post. Bindy tried to stand up, protesting all the while, but Traci pulled her back down with a jerk. She pulled the rope she used as a belt from around her waist and went to work binding Bindy’s wrists. Jane, meanwhile, had picked up the small set of stocks and was hauling it over towards Bindy and Traci.
“You can’t do this!” Bindy cried as Traci finished binding her wrists to the post behind her. “This is my farm! Stop it!”
Jane had already grabbed Bindy’s ankles and — despite some spirited struggling and few well-placed kicks — managed to secure them in the stocks. In practically no time they had Bindy helpless, sitting on the floor of the barn with her legs stretched out in front of her and her arms tied to the post.
“I think you know something,” Traci said.
“No! I promise! I didn’t see anything!”
Jane knelt in front of where Bindy’s feet poked out of the stocks. “Your feet must get tired working this farm all by yourself,” she said. “How about a little foot massage while we talk? I’ll take the right foot. Traci, you take the left…”
Bindy protested and started to wiggle her feet even before Jane and Traci made contact. “No-o-o please don’t…please don’t…ah ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!”
The two women began rubbing her feet. Bindy twisted against the post, making her tremendously large breasts wobble left and right. Giggles poured out of her. “Eee-hee-hee-hee! Stop it! Ohh-ho-ho! Hahahaha!”
“This is nothing compared to what we’re going to do to you if you don’t tell us where he went,” Jane said.
“Ohhh… I don’t… hee-hee-hee… I t-t-told you… hee hee hee…” Bindy shook her head.
“Like we said, we don’t have much time. Just tell us where he is.” Jane said.
“We know you’re hiding him,” Traci said.
Bindy was giggling so much she could barely talk, but she managed to squeak out another denial.
“Still won’t talk? Okay…” Jane stopped massaging Bindy’s foot and began rapidly scratching the bottom of her sole. Gales of body-wracking laughter burst from Bindy’s mouth; her feet began a frantic, wriggling dance. Her torso twisted, shaking her massive breasts from side to side, and her blondish hair flew around her flushed face. “Eeee-hee-hee-hee… Stahp! Nooo…!”
Traci looked over at her companion. “I don’t get you,” she said to Jane as she tweaked Bindy’s toes one-by-one. “This girl has tits the size of pumpkins, and we’re playing with her feet?”
Jane laughed. “We just need some information,” she said. “Besides, I’m really enjoying the show, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I am,” Traci said, standing up. “In fact, I’d like to see more of it…”
“Okay, we’ll try it your way.” Jane stopped tickling as Traci walked over to Bindy’s side. Bindy’s head slumped forward, her hair hanging in front of her face. Her breasts heaved under her top as she gasped for air.
“Where are you hiding him?” Jane asked.
“I’m not,” Bindy whimpered. “I told you, I didn’t see anyone… please…”
Jane sighed. “I told you things were going to get worse for you unless we had some answers, didn’t I?”
“But I don’t know anything!” Bindy cried. “Please! You have to believe me!” She looked up at Traci, who was standing just over her left shoulder. “Please!” said Bindy, a mixture of fear and entreaty in her eyes.
Traci just grinned and, bending down, undid the clasps of Bindy’s overalls. “No!” Bindy screamed. “Don’t take off my…! Don’t…!” The front of her overalls fell forward, and her enormous, round breasts spilled out, so large that in her current position, sitting and bound to the post, they almost obscured her belly. Normally a creamy white, Bindy’s breasts were now the same pinkish hue as her face. Traci peeled the bid of Bindy’s overalls lower, leaving the exceedingly curvy farm girl with nothing covering her torso.
Traci kneeled beside Bindy, on her left, and leaned in very close. “Where is he?”
“I don’t… AHHHH! AHH HAA HAA HAA! HAA HAA HAA!”
Traci squeezed Bindy’s fleshy waist with one hand while pinching her left thigh with the other. Bindy’s head flung backwards as laughter exploded from her throat. Tears trickled down her red cheeks. Her body rocked to the right in a desperate attempt to escape Traci’s tickling fingers.
"Ahhh! Haa haa haa! No-ho-ho-ho! Ahhhahahaha…”
While Traci tickled Bindy’s waist and plump thighs, Jane knelt at Bindy’s feet just watching. Their captive twisted and writhed, jumping in the bonds as if every touch sent a jolt of ticklish energy shooting through her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face was bright red. Jane let her fingers stroke up and down Bindy’s sole.
Bindy screamed. “Yaiii-hee-hee-hee! No! No! Stop! Oohh-ho-ho!” The small barn reverberated with her high-pitched shrieks. I watched from my hiding place in the loft, conflicting feelings swirling inside me. Guilt over what Bindy was going through for my sake fought with my own fear of being caught and the anxiety that Bindy would soon break and tell Traci and Jane about me. Many times I thought about making a run for it, but I knew couldn’t get far, especially since my hands were still bound. Yet while seeing Bindy tortured was heart-wrenching, I was mesmerized by her bouncing breasts, the way every inch of her flesh seemed to quiver as she struggled and laughed.
Bindy was so lost in hysteria that she seemed unable to form coherent words. At a gesture from Jane, Traci stopped tickling, and the two women let their captive recover for a few moments. Beads of sweat dotted Bindy’s face and forehead. She gasped and moaned, her breasts still trembling.
Jane moved up to Bindy’s right side, across from Traci. Kneeling, she ran a finger over Bindy’s shoulder. “You know what comes next, don’t you?” Jane said, idly stroking her shoulder. On the other side, Traci ran her hand gently over the tops of Bindy’s breasts. Bindy whimpered.
“We’re going to tickle your tits,” Jane said. “We’re going to tickle and tickle and tickle… We’re going to tickle those big, naked titties of yours all over. Does that sound like fun?”
Bindy groaned. “No… no, don’t…”
“I’ll bet you’re really ticklish there, aren’t you?” Jane went on.
“Ohhh…”
“Then tell us what we want to know,” said Jane. “Tell us and we’ll leave them alone.”
Traci was already gently rubbing the underside of Bindy’s left breast. “But I don’t know anything,” Bindy said, her voice quavering. “I didn’t see anyone. I’m not hiding anyone. I swear…”
Jane slid a hand across one massive breast. Bindy began struggling again, protesting with renewed vigor. “No! No! Don’t touch my… Please! I swear I don’t know anything! Please…” There was an extra edge of panic in her voice. “No-ho-ho…please!” she cried. “I’ll….I’ll do anything just please don’t please…” She was babbling now, desperate, and in her pleas I recognized a very real fear: that if they tickled her breasts, she would completely loose what little control she had left and tell them whatever they wanted to know.
Part of me knew I should make a run for it, even though it meant almost certain capture. If she broke, they would find me anyways, but if I ran, I could at least spare her further torture. Bindy’s abject pleas stabbed at my heart. But by this time, both my reason and my conscience had been overpowered by my lust. I stared, terrified and fascinated at what Traci and Jane were going to do to her next.
“Last chance,” Jane was saying. “Talk, or we start tickling those titties.”
Bindy’s enormous bosom rippled and jiggled. “No! My breasts are too ticklish! I’ll go crazEEEEEEE…!” Traci wriggled her fingers into the rounded side of Bindy’s left breast. Bindy screamed and threw herself to the right, only to be given a few ticking pokes by Jane on that side. Back and forth she rocked as the two women took turns, tickling one breast and then the other, driving Bindy into screaming hysteria. Soon they stopped their back-and-forth game, both poking and prodding and squeezing Bindy’s breasts at the same time. Bindy was flushed red and sweating, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide, laughing uncontrollably even as she continued to try to twist away. “Ahhh ha ha ha ha ha! Nnaahahahaho! Ahh haa haa haa!”
Bindy’s screams reached a desperate pitch. Perhaps sensing their victim was in danger of passing out, Jane and Traci gave her a break. They stopped tickling, treating Bindy’s breasts to casual caresses as they waited a few moments for her to get her breath back. “Do you want some more of that?” Jane said. Bindy shook her head. “Then where is he? Tell us.” Bindy groaned. “I don’t… WAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!”
The poor girl exploded in laughter as Jane and Traci attacked again, their fingers tickling all over Bindy’s bouncing boobs. Bindy flung her body side-to-side, screaming at the top of her lungs. “No-hoo-hoo-hoo! Plee-heeheezzee!”
Even while they concentrated on her chest, the two girls began tickling other parts of her body as well, sneaking a few pokes to Bindys belly and sides, or squeezing her thighs. Bindy struggled frantically, her high-pitched shrieks piercing the room. Once Bindy was reduced to silent laughter, Jane and Traci stopped. Bindy continued to “laugh” after the tickling ended, her mouth wide open and her body racked with silent howls. Several moments passed before she regained her voice. “Ooo-hoo-hoo… no more…plee-hee-heezze,” she sobbed, slumped in her bonds and still shaking. “Ahh… I don’t kno-ho-ho…”
Jane suddenly stood up. “There’s no way she could have resisted this long,” she said.
“I think you’re right,” Traci said. “Too bad, I was having fun.”
“Me too,” Jane said. “But come on. We have to find him. He couldn’t have gotten too far.”
“What should we do with her?”
“Leave her tied up,” Jane said. “Let her cool down a bit. We don’t want her getting any bright ideas about forming a posse of her friends to come after us once she recovers.”
Traci gave Bindy’s breast a final squeeze before the two women headed for the door. “It’s a shame we can’t take her with us,” she said.
Jane laughed. “Yeah. But we have to get serious. It’ll be the rack for us if we don’t find him.”
I waited until I saw them leave the barn before I crawled out from the haystack. Then I crept along the loft to the front of the barn, peeking out of a gap between the boards. I watched the two women hurry across the yard, and then down the drive. Once I was sure they were gone, I clambered down the ladder and rushed over to Bindy. She was still trembling, covered in sweat, her blonde hair a mess. “Oh, Bindy,” I said. “Bindy, I’m so sorry…”
She gasped with relief as I began to untie her, freeing her hands and unfastening her ankles from the stocks. I held out my own bound hands to her and asked her to untie me. Still dazed, she managed to loosen the ropes enough for me to get my hands free. Then I tried to lift her to her feet. She threw her arms around my neck, almost pulling me over as she tried to stand on shaky legs. I put one arm around her waist to hold her up. With a moan, she suddenly flung herself against me, pressing her lips against mine in a hungry kiss. She whispered my name, her voice thick with desire. “Oh please,” she breathed. “Please…”
“I’m so sorry, Bindy. That must have been horrible…”
“But I couldn’t let them take you. I just couldn’t,” she said, sounding like she was half-asleep. She continued to kiss me. “But please… please be nice to me now… I need you to be nice to me…”
She hardly needed to beg. I was so grateful for what she had endured to protect me that I would have done anything for her. But my own desire was just as overpowering and desperate as hers. After witnessing her beautiful body being mercilessly tickled, then having that same body pressed against mine, all after having been deprived of any fun during my probation… I led Bindy in to the shadows at the back of the barn underneath the loft and laid her down on a mound of hay. She pulled me to her, moaning and cooing and whispering endearments. I soothed her jangled nerves and ravaged body, licking her swollen nipples, caressing her limbs, kissing her from head to toe… After a while she began to revive, and reciprocated the tenderness I had shown her, until we fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied, entangled in each other’s naked limbs, my head cradled in her enormous bosom…
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Part 2 is right here. But before you go...
I commissioned an image of Bindy from an artist called Blazbaros (here’s his deviantart page). Blazbaros isn’t “one of us,” but among his work are lots of curvaceous pin-ups — the combination of sweetness, cuteness, and curvyness made me think he’d be great for Bindy…
And he did not disappoint! She looks amazing! What a cutie!
I wanted her with her top off, since that’s how she spends most of the stories she’s in, but Blazbaros doesn’t do NFSW (you gotta respect the artist). But you know… when she looks this adorable, busting the seams of her overalls, who cares? He really captured the vibe I was going for with her.
Hope you like her.
I’ve posted a number of multi-part stories on here, and I always get ridiculously self-conscious when I do, since I wrote many of them not intending to “share.” Anyway, I wrote a little intro in front of the first one (“Night of the Blondes”) sort of putting my stories in context. Here’s the link.
But for thems that can’t be bothered, or have already read the stories…
My stories take place in a fantasy world populated by beautiful, ticklish, and usually scantily clad women. In this fantasy world, pretty much everything revolves around tickling and sensuality.
Sometimes, like in this story, there’s a male narrator. How did he get there? I don’t know. It’s a fantasy. Once upon a time I think I made up a goofy sci-fi explanation, like he was “trapped” in a virtual reality machine, or in another dimension, or something. So, if you need a reason, you can have that one.
“My Softbody Heroine” takes place on “Citadel Island,” the same “world” as my stories “Softbodies” and “Maki’s Seduction.” It also features one of the main characters from “Softbodies,” a super-zaftig country girl named Bindy (she actually first appears in Part 2 of “Softbodies”).
In the “Citadel” stories, the male narrator is part of the security forces. He’s not particularly good at what he does, and often gets in trouble…
But none of that really matters. Like I said, I get self-conscious. Many writers I admire here set their stories in pretty detailed worlds, and readers seem to like them, so maybe I should just shut up.
So… here’s Part 1 “My Softbody Heroine.” This chapter is ff/f, but there’s a male narrator.
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My Softbody Heroine
Part 1
It’s a good indication of how bored I was that helping two cute farm girls repair a broken wagon wheel was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in what felt like ages. It was towards the end of another long, monotonous shift — I was tired, and it was hot, and though the girls looked quite fetching in their hip-hugging cut-off shorts, I knew that my eyes were the only things that were going to be able to roam over their tanned, toned legs and shapely buns. But when my scooter turned the corner and came upon the scene — the wagon parked at the side of the dirt road, the two girls inspecting one of the rear wheels — my first thought was “well, at least it’s something to do.”
There had been precious little to break up the routine while I was out here on probation, but that was the point. A member of the security force in the Citadel, I was being disciplined for “excessive interrogation” of a suspect in a minor crime. My “victim” had been a known associate of our suspects. She turned out to be innocent. She also turned out to be one of the special friends of a bigwig on council named Belinda. So even though I hadn’t thought there was anything really “excessive” about my questioning of her, it wasn’t long before I had found myself hauled up in front of the disciplinary committee. The sentence: a period of probation, to be served out in a very remote, very sleepy county of the island.
The area was very far away from the Citadel, near the coast, and sparsely populated — mostly individual farms, a handful of small villages, and maybe three big homesteads owned and run by the Goodwomen of the area. There were no big towns, and certainly no cities. The police force itself numbered seven, including me, and I performed my duties under the watchful eye of Sheriff Cheryl, the commander of the outpost.
At least she treated me well. A slim, almost petite blonde with a bright smile, Cheryl was sympathetic to my troubles but a stickler for the rules and regulations, and absolutely adamant about me abiding by the conditions of my probation. When I first arrived, she briefed me on my duties and went over the terms of my probation item by item. “Look, I know this won’t be easy for you,” she told me at the end of the interview. “I really wish you were joining our team as a regular member of the force, and we could show you that even though it may not be the Citadel, there is plenty of fun to be had out here. But circumstances being what they are, we can’t do that. So, if you abide by the conditions of your probation, I will make sure you are treated with professionalism and respect, and when this is all over, I can send you home with a clean record.”
I agreed and promised to perform my duties as expected. “I think you’ll find it’s not so bad out here,” Cheryl replied. “As far as a reprimand goes… well, it could have been much worse for you.”
I had to concede that it could have been. I could have been sent to the Farm, I could have been assigned “training duties” at the Academy, I could have been sent on an extremely hazardous — or extremely boring — escort mission…
So yes, it could have been worse, but reminding myself that I had gotten off relatively easy didn’t go very far when faced with the dull, day-to-day routine of my probation. Most of my duties consisted of going on patrol. At the end of the day, I’d fill out a report, then give Cheryl a detailed itemization of everything I’d done that day. After a meal and a little leisure time, my day would end in my single, small room on the second floor of the station. True to her word, Cheryl treated me with professional courtesy, and the other five officers were friendly and professional to me as well. There was no teasing, no mockery, and if I was the butt of any jokes or sneering remarks, I never saw it.
Of course, part of my sentence was a prohibition on any fun whatsoever. No nabbing some buxom peasant girl to while away the afternoon, or sneaking out at night. To make it worse, I had a friend who lived in the area, a very sweet, very curvy farm girl named Bindy whom I had met on a previous adventure. She liked me a lot — I certainly liked her — and would have been more than willing to provide some discrete distraction. But my guidelines were very strict — I barely had any time that I wasn’t supposed to account for. More to the point, Cheryl’s reminder that it could have been much, much worse — that there were far more severe punishments than patrolling the countryside and filing in reports — was a good motivator for staying out of trouble.
One of my routes took me very close to Bindy’s farm, and every time I passed the crossroads near her place, knowing that a lot of fun could be had by simply turning right and traveling a few hundred yards down the lane was always a temptation. I was on that route that afternoon, maybe ten or fifteen minutes away from the crossroads, when I saw the wagon on the side of the road, with the two cute country girls inspecting one of the wheels.
The girls introduced themselves as Traci and Jane. Both slim but shapely brunettes, they were dressed in typical country girl attire — cut-off shorts, with a snug, threadbare yellow t-shirt for Jane and a mid-riff baring blue halter top for Traci. “Thanks so much for stopping,” said Traci. She was maybe an inch or so shorter than her companion, her brown hair light and curly. “Silly me didn’t get around to changing the wheel. I knew it was old, but you know how it is; just one more trip and then I’ll do it.”
Her companion Jane spoke up: “We can fix it ourselves, but we have to prop it up first and the two of us can’t do it.” She had a narrow face and thick, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She looked to be pretty strong. “Maybe if you and me lift it up, Traci can grab one of those logs over there…”
“I’d be glad to help,” I said. “Let’s see… where is it broken exactly…” I crouched down to inspect the wheel. “Huh… It looks fine to me. Where did you say…”
I saw the stun stick in Traci’s hand half-a-moment before the jolt hit me. My knees buckled and I crashed to the ground, the world spinning around me. The effects of a stun stick typically don’t last very long, and a jolt from one doesn’t knock you out. It feels more like being very, very drunk. The world spins, your vision gets hazy and blurry, you lose control of your limbs and you can’t speak. Everything seems like it’s happening a long distance away.
I felt myself being hoisted up and bundled in the back of the wagon, felt my clothes being taken off me. Traci and Jane were talking, but their words were indistinct, seeming to fade in and out as if they were speaking in another room. I heard one of the girls tell the other to hurry up. “Just bind his hands. We have to go before someone comes along…” My hands were rapidly tied in front of me, and I sensed one of the girls jump out the back of the wagon and close the doors behind her.
My senses were already returning by the time I felt the wagon start to roll. In just a few minutes I was almost fully recovered, enough to take in my surroundings, though there wasn’t much to see. It was a simple square wagon made of worn wood boards, perhaps eight feet long and six feet wide. The only window was a narrow rectangular slot in the front with vertical bars across it. When I got to my feet, I realized the wagon wasn’t high enough for me to stand up straight. I also realized the effects of the stun stick hadn’t quite worn off; my limbs were still a little wobbly. I went to the narrow window and raised myself up as best I could. “Hey! What’s going on?” I shouted at the back of Traci and Jane’s heads. “Do you know you’ve just kidnapped a police officer? This is a serious violation…”
The two girls only laughed. “Ooo, we’re scared,” said Traci.
“Yeah, terrified,” laughed Jane.
“I’m serious! I’m with the county station. If I don’t report in…”
“We know who you are,” Jane said.
“You know who I am?” I was confused. “What’s going on here? Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Traci said. “It’s not all that far, but we do have a bit of a journey, so why don’t you just relax and enjoy the ride.”
More demands to know where I was going, who they were, and why they had been looking for me got only the same mocking, vague responses, and a threat to gag me if I didn’t shut up. After a while I gave up, and turned my attention to the inside of the wagon. A little light filtered through the slats between the boards, and the whole thing rattled and shook as we rode along the dirt road. But soon a steady banging sound caught my ear, louder and a little more regular than the other noises the wagon made. It sounded just like someone clapping two boards together. IIt tended to become more pronounced when we hit a rough patch of road. One particularly loud series of “clacks” drew my attention to the back of the wagon.
It was the two sides of the door, banging together as if it were slightly ajar. Every time we went over a bump or rut, a narrow gap from the floor to the ceiling appeared between the two sides. The gap was small, maybe two or three inches wide, but from where I stood, it looked as though the door had not been shut all the way. I moved closer to get a better look. Indeed, the door wasn’t completely secured. The only thing holding it closed was a narrow bar in the center, slid between two loops on the outside. There were similar loops at the top and bottom of the doors, but they hadn’t been locked in place. Their respective bolts both dangled from small chains.
I could only assume that in their haste, the girls hadn’t bothered to check that all the bolts were fastened. But I didn’t waste much time wondering where my good luck had come from. I slipped my fingers through the gap between the doors, pinched the narrow bolt between my first and second fingers, and began sliding it, inch by inch, out of its loop. I worked quickly, casting glances over my shoulder to see if anyone was checking on me. But the bolt slid easily, and it was only a matter of minutes before I had slipped it free.
I held the door close, peering through the gap in between the sides. It appeared my luck still held. The road was winding its way through a heavily forested area, and though there was nothing to distinguish this strip of country road from any other, I had traveled it enough to recognize that we hadn’t come very far from where I had been taken. Just a few hundred yards behind us was the crossroads that lead to Bindy’s place. Farther beyond that was the spot where Traci and Jane had kidnapped me, where presumably they had left my scooter. I still felt a little “off” from the effects of the stun stick, and didn’t trust my legs to get me all the way to where I hoped to find my scooter. But I could, with a little luck, make it to Bindy’s farm by cutting through the forest…
It was risky — the forest was thick, I was still naked and bound, and if I made it to Bindy’s farm, I didn’t know what kind of reception I’d get. But it was my best shot at a hiding place.
I let the doors swing open and jumped out the back, legs pumping even as I hit the ground. In seconds I was in the trees, the wagon still rolling behind me. Cursing the tangled undergrowth that tripped me and hindered my path, I made my way through the woods as quickly as I could. Over my own heavy breathing I listened for signs of pursuit, but heard nothing. Once again, I wondered who Jane and Traci were. It wasn’t that uncommon for a few country girls to form little raiding parties every now and then for a bit of fun. But I hadn’t been some random mark. They had been looking for me.
The strong sunlight ahead of me indicated I was coming to the end of the woods. My calculations had been correct — a few yards in front of me was the narrow lane that went by Bindy’s farm, and right beyond that was the split rail fence that marked the borders of her property. I could see the roof of her farm house and small barn over the field of tall grass and wildflowers on the other side.
I dashed across the lane, through the fence and into the grass, crouching low. In a few moments I was on the other side, looking over the yard of Bindy’s tiny homestead — a simple white farm house and small barn, with a field of corn stalks stretching out behind it.
I saw Bindy almost immediately. She was across the yard, kneeling in a small patch of garden near the house, pulling up weeds, her back towards me. She was wearing overall shorts stained with smudges of dirt and a wide-brimmed hat. As I watched, she paused in her work, standing up and stretching. “Bindy!” I called, my voice almost a whisper. I wasn’t sure why I was being so quiet, since I could neither nor see any sign of Jane and Traci, but I wanted to be cautious. “Bindy!”
Startled, she spun around, the rapid motion triggering a great deal of activity under her overalls. “Who is that? Who’s there?”
“Bindy, it’s me,” I said, standing up.
Her hazel eyes opened wide and her whole face seemed to light up. “Oh my gosh!” she cried, bouncing over towards me. “Oh my gosh!”
Bindy had blondish hair and she was a little on the tall side, with broad shoulders, generous hips, and a ripe curvy body. She was a big girl; in fact, she actually verged on being chubby. You could probably pinch more than an inch on her belly and the love handles of her waist. She was also extremely busty. I could see, as she bounded towards me, that she wasn’t wearing anything under her overalls. Her pumpkin-sized breasts bounced so vigorously as she ran that I thought they’d break the clasps of her overalls. The rest of her was well-padded to say the least, especially her thighs and upper arms, but her height and general size meant she carried all her extra fleshiness very well.
She threw her arms around me, almost knocking me to the ground in her excitement. “Bindy, I… mmmpphhh…” My words were smothered by a big kiss, which I obviously would have enjoyed if I hadn’t been so worried about my pursuers. Bindy began covering my face with kisses, still squeezing me to her in an affectionate but strong embrace. “What are you doing here?… oh, I am so happy to see you…”
“Bindy, wait… oh! … cut it out… ahhh!…” Her mouth planted little kisses on my neck and her hands began to wander, caressing and gently teasing me. I squirmed and protested, but apparently she was so thrilled to see me that she didn’t notice I was naked and bound.
“What are you doing here?” Bindy asked.
“Bindy, I…” I held up my bound hands.
She gasped. “You’re tied! And naked, too! What’s going on? Who did this to you?”
“I don’t have time to explain, but there are two women after me…”
“Who are they?”
“I don’t know. They look like ordinary country girls. But I don’t know who they are or what they want… Look, I know you must have a hundred questions, and I swear I’ll explain everything to you later. But right now, I need to hide. They could be here any second. Please, Bindy, I need your help.”
As if on cue, we heard the sound of wheels on the lane leading to Bindy’s. Bindy looked around. “The barn,” she said. “Hide up in the loft. Hurry. I’ll handle them. Go!”
I thanked her and ran to the small barn. There was one main room inside, with a loft about ten feet up on three sides. A ladder lead up to the loft immediately to my right;.
Negotiating the ladder was tricky with my hands bound in front of me, but I managed to make it up. Once up in the loft, I pulled the ladder up after me and then made my way to the front of the barn, peering through a knot hole in the wood that gave me a great view of the yard. Jane and Traci strode into my line of sight. Though they were smiling and appeared friendly as they greeted Bindy, they were scanning the yard at the same time, looking for signs of me.
If Bindy was nervous or jumpy, I couldn’t tell. She looked the picture of innocence, the simple farm girl working on a warm afternoon, giving two unexpected visitors a friendly welcome. “What brings you two girls out here on this hot day?” she asked.
“We’re looking for someone,” said Traci.
“Oh? Well, there’s no one here but me. Unless I’m the one you’re looking for. My name’s Bindy, by the way. What’s yours?”
“Hi Bindy. I’m Traci and this is Jane. And no, we’re not looking for you. We’re looking for… well, a prisoner, actually. They escaped from us not too long ago, and was headed this way.”
Bindy gasped. “A prisoner? Are they dangerous?”
“Maybe.”
“Goodness. Are you the police?”
Traci laughed. “Not exactly. We’re just… well, this ne’er do well we’re looking for is a poacher. We know someone who wants a word with him.”
“Oh! Well, I haven’t seen anyone. They were coming this way?”
“Yeah. Naked. Hands tied in front” Traci said.
Bindy giggled. “Gosh, I certainly would have noticed something like that. But I’ve been in the yard pretty much since lunch, and I haven’t seen a thing.”
“Hmm…” Traci looked over Bindy’s shoulder at the field behind her, then over towards her house. Jane was staring directly at the barn.
“Do you girls want something to drink?” Bindy asked. “I have some lemonade I just made this morning up in the house…”
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, but no thanks,” Traci said. “We’re kind of in a hurry to find this criminal. Do you mind if we have a look around? Maybe he slipped past you.”
“Sure, go ahead…”
“Could you show us the barn, Bindy?”
“Sure …”
I left my position at the knot hole and buried myself in a pile of hay, lying flat on my stomach with a good view of the barn below me. In a few moments Bindy entered, Traci and Jane following behind her. “Go ahead, have a look,” she said.
The two women glanced around, Traci scanning the length of the loft, chewing her lower lip, contemplating climbing up and giving it a more thorough search. Jane strode over toward the far wall and crouched down. “What’s this?” she asked, grinning at Bindy. Her hand was on a small set of foot stocks against the wall.
“Oh!” Bindy laughed, covering her mouth and blushing. “I found those. They’re not mine.”
Jane laughed. “Relax, girlie,” she said. “Like we said, we’re not the police.”
“Well, I sometimes have problems with poachers, too,” Bindy said.
“No need to explain…” Jane said, returning to the center of the barn. The three women were positioned in a sort of triangle, with Bindy facing the entrance of the barn and Traci and Jane standing in front of her on either side, facing her. They were both looking at Bindy now, moving towards her. Without knowing exactly why or how, the atmosphere suddenly seemed to change. Traci and Jane slowly converged on Bindy in a way that made me nervous. Bindy sensed it, too; her smile faltered and she moved back half-a-step as the women came closer. “Well, feel free to look around some more,” Bindy said, her voice less certain and less cheerful than before. She swallowed. “Not too many places for someone to hide in here, but ummm… maybe somewhere else…”
The two women continued to move slowly towards her, making Bindy back up. From my hiding spot in the loft, I saw that they were basically maneuvering her towards the back of the barn.
“Yeah, maybe somewhere else,” Jane said. “Like where?”
“Well… I don’t know… maybe in the meadow, or the field… maybe he snuck in the house…”
“Maybe,” Jane said. “That’s a lot of places to check, though. Do you want to know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think he is here,” Jane said. “I think you’re hiding him somewhere.”
“What?! No! That’s not true! Why would I…”
Traci chimed in. “You’re all out here by yourself, nothing to do on this hot afternoon but work, and all of a sudden, someone makes their way into your yard, naked and tied… Are you sure you didn’t tuck him away somewhere so you could have him all to yourself later on?”
“No!”
“I’m getting tired of this,” Jane said. “Just tell us where you’ve hid him and we’ll go!”
“He’s not here,” said Bindy. “I’ve told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You can search all you want…”
The two women suddenly leapt at her. Bindy screamed and staggered backwards, flailing her arms. Her hat fell off. She was bigger than either of the two girls, but they were faster than the curvy peasant. They pushed her against one of the posts holding up the loft. Bindy slid to the ground as she fought against her attackers, but Traci had already taken hold of Bindy’s wrists and pulled them behind the post. Bindy tried to stand up, protesting all the while, but Traci pulled her back down with a jerk. She pulled the rope she used as a belt from around her waist and went to work binding Bindy’s wrists. Jane, meanwhile, had picked up the small set of stocks and was hauling it over towards Bindy and Traci.
“You can’t do this!” Bindy cried as Traci finished binding her wrists to the post behind her. “This is my farm! Stop it!”
Jane had already grabbed Bindy’s ankles and — despite some spirited struggling and few well-placed kicks — managed to secure them in the stocks. In practically no time they had Bindy helpless, sitting on the floor of the barn with her legs stretched out in front of her and her arms tied to the post.
“I think you know something,” Traci said.
“No! I promise! I didn’t see anything!”
Jane knelt in front of where Bindy’s feet poked out of the stocks. “Your feet must get tired working this farm all by yourself,” she said. “How about a little foot massage while we talk? I’ll take the right foot. Traci, you take the left…”
Bindy protested and started to wiggle her feet even before Jane and Traci made contact. “No-o-o please don’t…please don’t…ah ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!”
The two women began rubbing her feet. Bindy twisted against the post, making her tremendously large breasts wobble left and right. Giggles poured out of her. “Eee-hee-hee-hee! Stop it! Ohh-ho-ho! Hahahaha!”
“This is nothing compared to what we’re going to do to you if you don’t tell us where he went,” Jane said.
“Ohhh… I don’t… hee-hee-hee… I t-t-told you… hee hee hee…” Bindy shook her head.
“Like we said, we don’t have much time. Just tell us where he is.” Jane said.
“We know you’re hiding him,” Traci said.
Bindy was giggling so much she could barely talk, but she managed to squeak out another denial.
“Still won’t talk? Okay…” Jane stopped massaging Bindy’s foot and began rapidly scratching the bottom of her sole. Gales of body-wracking laughter burst from Bindy’s mouth; her feet began a frantic, wriggling dance. Her torso twisted, shaking her massive breasts from side to side, and her blondish hair flew around her flushed face. “Eeee-hee-hee-hee… Stahp! Nooo…!”
Traci looked over at her companion. “I don’t get you,” she said to Jane as she tweaked Bindy’s toes one-by-one. “This girl has tits the size of pumpkins, and we’re playing with her feet?”
Jane laughed. “We just need some information,” she said. “Besides, I’m really enjoying the show, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I am,” Traci said, standing up. “In fact, I’d like to see more of it…”
“Okay, we’ll try it your way.” Jane stopped tickling as Traci walked over to Bindy’s side. Bindy’s head slumped forward, her hair hanging in front of her face. Her breasts heaved under her top as she gasped for air.
“Where are you hiding him?” Jane asked.
“I’m not,” Bindy whimpered. “I told you, I didn’t see anyone… please…”
Jane sighed. “I told you things were going to get worse for you unless we had some answers, didn’t I?”
“But I don’t know anything!” Bindy cried. “Please! You have to believe me!” She looked up at Traci, who was standing just over her left shoulder. “Please!” said Bindy, a mixture of fear and entreaty in her eyes.
Traci just grinned and, bending down, undid the clasps of Bindy’s overalls. “No!” Bindy screamed. “Don’t take off my…! Don’t…!” The front of her overalls fell forward, and her enormous, round breasts spilled out, so large that in her current position, sitting and bound to the post, they almost obscured her belly. Normally a creamy white, Bindy’s breasts were now the same pinkish hue as her face. Traci peeled the bid of Bindy’s overalls lower, leaving the exceedingly curvy farm girl with nothing covering her torso.
Traci kneeled beside Bindy, on her left, and leaned in very close. “Where is he?”
“I don’t… AHHHH! AHH HAA HAA HAA! HAA HAA HAA!”
Traci squeezed Bindy’s fleshy waist with one hand while pinching her left thigh with the other. Bindy’s head flung backwards as laughter exploded from her throat. Tears trickled down her red cheeks. Her body rocked to the right in a desperate attempt to escape Traci’s tickling fingers.
"Ahhh! Haa haa haa! No-ho-ho-ho! Ahhhahahaha…”
While Traci tickled Bindy’s waist and plump thighs, Jane knelt at Bindy’s feet just watching. Their captive twisted and writhed, jumping in the bonds as if every touch sent a jolt of ticklish energy shooting through her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face was bright red. Jane let her fingers stroke up and down Bindy’s sole.
Bindy screamed. “Yaiii-hee-hee-hee! No! No! Stop! Oohh-ho-ho!” The small barn reverberated with her high-pitched shrieks. I watched from my hiding place in the loft, conflicting feelings swirling inside me. Guilt over what Bindy was going through for my sake fought with my own fear of being caught and the anxiety that Bindy would soon break and tell Traci and Jane about me. Many times I thought about making a run for it, but I knew couldn’t get far, especially since my hands were still bound. Yet while seeing Bindy tortured was heart-wrenching, I was mesmerized by her bouncing breasts, the way every inch of her flesh seemed to quiver as she struggled and laughed.
Bindy was so lost in hysteria that she seemed unable to form coherent words. At a gesture from Jane, Traci stopped tickling, and the two women let their captive recover for a few moments. Beads of sweat dotted Bindy’s face and forehead. She gasped and moaned, her breasts still trembling.
Jane moved up to Bindy’s right side, across from Traci. Kneeling, she ran a finger over Bindy’s shoulder. “You know what comes next, don’t you?” Jane said, idly stroking her shoulder. On the other side, Traci ran her hand gently over the tops of Bindy’s breasts. Bindy whimpered.
“We’re going to tickle your tits,” Jane said. “We’re going to tickle and tickle and tickle… We’re going to tickle those big, naked titties of yours all over. Does that sound like fun?”
Bindy groaned. “No… no, don’t…”
“I’ll bet you’re really ticklish there, aren’t you?” Jane went on.
“Ohhh…”
“Then tell us what we want to know,” said Jane. “Tell us and we’ll leave them alone.”
Traci was already gently rubbing the underside of Bindy’s left breast. “But I don’t know anything,” Bindy said, her voice quavering. “I didn’t see anyone. I’m not hiding anyone. I swear…”
Jane slid a hand across one massive breast. Bindy began struggling again, protesting with renewed vigor. “No! No! Don’t touch my… Please! I swear I don’t know anything! Please…” There was an extra edge of panic in her voice. “No-ho-ho…please!” she cried. “I’ll….I’ll do anything just please don’t please…” She was babbling now, desperate, and in her pleas I recognized a very real fear: that if they tickled her breasts, she would completely loose what little control she had left and tell them whatever they wanted to know.
Part of me knew I should make a run for it, even though it meant almost certain capture. If she broke, they would find me anyways, but if I ran, I could at least spare her further torture. Bindy’s abject pleas stabbed at my heart. But by this time, both my reason and my conscience had been overpowered by my lust. I stared, terrified and fascinated at what Traci and Jane were going to do to her next.
“Last chance,” Jane was saying. “Talk, or we start tickling those titties.”
Bindy’s enormous bosom rippled and jiggled. “No! My breasts are too ticklish! I’ll go crazEEEEEEE…!” Traci wriggled her fingers into the rounded side of Bindy’s left breast. Bindy screamed and threw herself to the right, only to be given a few ticking pokes by Jane on that side. Back and forth she rocked as the two women took turns, tickling one breast and then the other, driving Bindy into screaming hysteria. Soon they stopped their back-and-forth game, both poking and prodding and squeezing Bindy’s breasts at the same time. Bindy was flushed red and sweating, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide, laughing uncontrollably even as she continued to try to twist away. “Ahhh ha ha ha ha ha! Nnaahahahaho! Ahh haa haa haa!”
Bindy’s screams reached a desperate pitch. Perhaps sensing their victim was in danger of passing out, Jane and Traci gave her a break. They stopped tickling, treating Bindy’s breasts to casual caresses as they waited a few moments for her to get her breath back. “Do you want some more of that?” Jane said. Bindy shook her head. “Then where is he? Tell us.” Bindy groaned. “I don’t… WAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!”
The poor girl exploded in laughter as Jane and Traci attacked again, their fingers tickling all over Bindy’s bouncing boobs. Bindy flung her body side-to-side, screaming at the top of her lungs. “No-hoo-hoo-hoo! Plee-heeheezzee!”
Even while they concentrated on her chest, the two girls began tickling other parts of her body as well, sneaking a few pokes to Bindys belly and sides, or squeezing her thighs. Bindy struggled frantically, her high-pitched shrieks piercing the room. Once Bindy was reduced to silent laughter, Jane and Traci stopped. Bindy continued to “laugh” after the tickling ended, her mouth wide open and her body racked with silent howls. Several moments passed before she regained her voice. “Ooo-hoo-hoo… no more…plee-hee-heezze,” she sobbed, slumped in her bonds and still shaking. “Ahh… I don’t kno-ho-ho…”
Jane suddenly stood up. “There’s no way she could have resisted this long,” she said.
“I think you’re right,” Traci said. “Too bad, I was having fun.”
“Me too,” Jane said. “But come on. We have to find him. He couldn’t have gotten too far.”
“What should we do with her?”
“Leave her tied up,” Jane said. “Let her cool down a bit. We don’t want her getting any bright ideas about forming a posse of her friends to come after us once she recovers.”
Traci gave Bindy’s breast a final squeeze before the two women headed for the door. “It’s a shame we can’t take her with us,” she said.
Jane laughed. “Yeah. But we have to get serious. It’ll be the rack for us if we don’t find him.”
I waited until I saw them leave the barn before I crawled out from the haystack. Then I crept along the loft to the front of the barn, peeking out of a gap between the boards. I watched the two women hurry across the yard, and then down the drive. Once I was sure they were gone, I clambered down the ladder and rushed over to Bindy. She was still trembling, covered in sweat, her blonde hair a mess. “Oh, Bindy,” I said. “Bindy, I’m so sorry…”
She gasped with relief as I began to untie her, freeing her hands and unfastening her ankles from the stocks. I held out my own bound hands to her and asked her to untie me. Still dazed, she managed to loosen the ropes enough for me to get my hands free. Then I tried to lift her to her feet. She threw her arms around my neck, almost pulling me over as she tried to stand on shaky legs. I put one arm around her waist to hold her up. With a moan, she suddenly flung herself against me, pressing her lips against mine in a hungry kiss. She whispered my name, her voice thick with desire. “Oh please,” she breathed. “Please…”
“I’m so sorry, Bindy. That must have been horrible…”
“But I couldn’t let them take you. I just couldn’t,” she said, sounding like she was half-asleep. She continued to kiss me. “But please… please be nice to me now… I need you to be nice to me…”
She hardly needed to beg. I was so grateful for what she had endured to protect me that I would have done anything for her. But my own desire was just as overpowering and desperate as hers. After witnessing her beautiful body being mercilessly tickled, then having that same body pressed against mine, all after having been deprived of any fun during my probation… I led Bindy in to the shadows at the back of the barn underneath the loft and laid her down on a mound of hay. She pulled me to her, moaning and cooing and whispering endearments. I soothed her jangled nerves and ravaged body, licking her swollen nipples, caressing her limbs, kissing her from head to toe… After a while she began to revive, and reciprocated the tenderness I had shown her, until we fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied, entangled in each other’s naked limbs, my head cradled in her enormous bosom…
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Part 2 is right here. But before you go...
I commissioned an image of Bindy from an artist called Blazbaros (here’s his deviantart page). Blazbaros isn’t “one of us,” but among his work are lots of curvaceous pin-ups — the combination of sweetness, cuteness, and curvyness made me think he’d be great for Bindy…
And he did not disappoint! She looks amazing! What a cutie!
I wanted her with her top off, since that’s how she spends most of the stories she’s in, but Blazbaros doesn’t do NFSW (you gotta respect the artist). But you know… when she looks this adorable, busting the seams of her overalls, who cares? He really captured the vibe I was going for with her.
Hope you like her.
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