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Taken and Tickled.
The redhead awoke groggily.
Her head throbbed terribly.
She tried to bring her hand up to her forehead to sooth the pain away but found that she couldn't.
Not yet being able to see clearly, she felt that both her wrists had been secured, tightly, to something, but she didn't know what.
The same went for her feet.
"What's going on?"
After lying there, wherever she was for a few minutes, the readhead finally got her bearings and looked around.
Her surroundings were completely unfamiliar to her.
White walls.
That was it.
Well, there were also chains and manacles hanging from the white walls and ceilings.
It reminded her of a hospital/dungeon.
And she wasn't exactly fond of either type of room.
"Where the hell am I?"
She looked down at herself.
The pretty redhead was shocked to find that she had been strapped down to a table.
She was also strapped down to the table in nothing but her bra and thong.
Her straps were placed around her wrists, elbows, underneath her breasts and just below her waist, her knees and her ankles.
She could barely move.
Her toes had even been tied up.
They were pulled back, streching her foot taut. Her toes were had been tied back with straps similar to the ones that held the rest of her body down.
The only body part that she could move freely was her fingers.
"What? How did I get here?"
She strained as she tried to remember anything that would give her a clue as to where she was.
*Earlier that evening*
Lita stood in the women's lockerroom packing her clothing into her bag.
She smiled widely at the Women's Championship Belt that she held in her hands and was about to place in her bag with the rest of her belongings.
After grabbing everything, she strode out of the lockerroom and towards her the parking lot to her car.
She opened her trunk and grunted a bit as she picked up her bag and tossed it in. The redhead then slammed the door shut and fumbled with her keys trying to find the right one for her car door.
She squealed suddenly when a strong arm wrapped itself around her body trapping her arms at her sides.
Lita tried to scream but her mouth was covered tightly with a cloth.
She smelled something weird on the cloth and tried her best not to breath it in, but the more she struggled, the more tired she became and more deeply she breathed.
The redhead was out like a light in a matter of moments.
*Present*
"Well, that explains how I got here, but it doesn't explain who the hell it was that took me, or why......."
Lita's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a clicking sound.
She looked over to wear it was coming from.
A door over in a corner of the room.
The redhead held her breath and closed her eyes as she waited for her captor to show himself.
The door opened and the kidnapper strode into the room.
"Hello Lita............"
She opened her eyes and became very confused.
Her captor sounded like a female.
Not only that.
It sounded like a very familiar female.
Someone she knew.
"TRISH!"
The blonde diva merely smiled at the redhead's shock. She stood there in her infamous black leather pants and her T&APA T-shirt tied in a knot exposing her flat sexy stomach.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! WHY AM I HERE? WHY AM I TIED UP LIKE THIS? WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!"
"Ooooh, so many questions. You're just a curious little kitten aren't you?"
"Trish........."
"What's the matter Lita? Are you not comfortable? I made sure that my boys made you as comfortable as they possibly could" she said as she walked towards the bound redhead, her heels clicking as she did so.
"How the hell am I supposed to be comfortable tied up? Untie me right now!"
"Sorry, no can do red. I went through a lot of trouble to get you here. Or should I say my associates did."
"Who? T&A?"
"Who else?"
"Trish, I'm warning you. If you don't let me go right now I swear I'll----------"
"You'll what? In case you've forgotten already Lita, you're in no position to make threats on my person............You may be in charge in the ring, but you're on my turf now. I'm in charge. I make the rules.........got it?"
Lita grumbled and muttered under her breath.
"Good girl..........." Trish said as she patted Lita on the head.
The petite blonde moved over towards the head of the table and placed a single nail in the palm of Lita's left hand.
"Now that we're all settled. I bet your wondering exactly why I brought you here right?"
Lita just layed there avoiding Trish's smug gaze.
"Right?" she asked again as she slowly began to trail her nail down Lita's palm and the inside of her forearm and bicep.
"Yeah........" the redhead forced out through gritted teeth.
"Well, it's simple really. I wanted you out of the way.........." she said nonchalantly as she continued to trace a path up and down the redhead's arm.
"Why?"
"You're in the way. I can't seem to get away with anything these days without you running up and interfering. Ruining my fun in the process."
"I can't help the fact that your a bitch........."
"Ouch...........Lita that hurt."
"Dammit! Would you stop doing that?" Lita shouted suddenly.
Startled, Trish pulled back and looked at the redhead.
"What's wrong Lita?"
"Your nail. Stop tracing your nail on my arm like that........"
"Like this?" the blonde asked as she did it again.
"YES! Stop it!"
"Why?"
"It's doesn't feel good......."
"No?"
"NO!"
"Well, let's see if we can make it more comfortable for you........"
Trish, starting at Lita's wrist again, lightly traced her nail down Lita's entire arm.
Only this time she stopped when she reached the middle of the redhead's armpit.
"Stop it you bitch" she ground out.
Ignoring her, Trish gently poked and prodded at the smooth hairless skin that was Lita's armpit. She smiled slightly as she watched the redhead jump slightly in her bonds and then try to remain still in order to hide it.
"A little jumpy are we Lita? What's the matter? Afraid I'll do something to ya?"
"Fuck you....."
"No thanks.............but, moving on, remember when I said that you were in the way? Well, I'm going to get rid of you." she said as she slowly, ever so slowly began to swirl her finger nail in Lita's armpit.
"How-------How do you ------y-you plan on doing that----I'm not just gonna disappear you know........"
"Oh, I know that Lita. That's exactly why you're going to help me with that........"
"Yeah right.........."
"Oh you'll help me. You'll do anything I want to by the time I'm done with you.......Now, you are going sign a paper stating that you are quitting the WWF...."
"L-Like hell I will!!"
"You will trust me.........I have a plan. Do you know what it is?"
Lita remianed silent.
"Well, before I tell you how, let me ask you a question........"
The blonde leaned down near the redhead's ear.
"Are you ticklish?........"
Lita was gripped by confusion, realization and then fear.
She had never been too fond of being tickled. It was okay, but only when she could defend herself against it. But here she was, tied up and at the mercy of a merciless bitch.
"What the hell are you talking about Trish?"
"You heard me............are you ticklish?"
"No, I'm not ticklish."
"Okay, so I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this......." Trish asked as she used all five of her fingers to tickle the redheaded divas outstretched armpit.
Lita alternated between bting her tongue and her bottom lip to keep herself in check.
Seeing the struggle on her captor's face, Trish smiled and began taunting the redhead.
"Are you okay Lita?"
Lita dared not answer her. She wasn't about to give Trish the satifaction of making her miserable.
"Is something bothering you?.........Oh no, don't tell me that you are in fact ticklish?" she asked feigning innocence.
Her fingers never leaving Lita's armpit, Trish made her way around the head of the table and used her free hand to torture Lita's other armpit.
"No! S-stop it you b-bitch........"
"Sticks and stones Lita. Sticks and Stones......."
Alternating between soft and hard tickles, Trish laughed at her captive reactions to the tickling.
Lita bit her lip and whipped her head from side to side trying to shake Trish's hands from her ticklish pits, but with no luck.
"Come on Lita......I know this tickles you......" Trish whispered as she leaned down towards Lita's ear. "Just laugh and I'll stop.............."
"F-fuck you............"
"Like I said before.........no thank you........."
Trish suddenly blew into the redhead's ear.
The sudden sensation threw her off balance and she squealed.
She began to giggle and then laugh.
"hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahaaaaaaaa Trish you bihiihihihihitch stooohahahahahahahap"
"There you go Lita. Laugh it up girl!" she yelled as she dug deeper into the smooth surface.
"NO! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
Trish stopped tickling and moved her hair out of her eyes.
"Woo......that was fun......."
Lita just layed there glaring at the blonde while gasping for air.
"Wasn't that fun Li? You don't mind if I call you Li do ya? Didn't think so..........."
"Alright Trish........you've had you're fun, now let me go........."
"Hmmm. How do I say this? Oh I got it. No........."
"Trish........."
"Oh shut up Lita. Save your breath. Trust me, you're gonna need it.........now, lets see how ticklish these ribs are......"
Lita's eyes widened.
"No Trish......don't you dare......that's enough............"
Ignoring her, Trish climbed up onto the table and straddled the redhead's waist.
She leaned forward slightly, her massive chest nearly threatening to pop out of
T-shirt, and studied Lita's ribs.
Lita was in great physical shape. She wasn't overweight and she wasn't too skinny either. Her ribs were extremely well defined and Trish couldn't wait to tickle those Ivories.
Placing her hands on either side of Lita's ribcage, Trish hesitated when the redhead beneath her had protested.
"You want me to stop?"
The redhead nodded with tears in her eyes.
"Too bad......" Trish said as she began to massage the bound girl's ribs.
"Trish....noooooooooooooooooooo"
Lita was dying and Trish hadn't even been tickling her that long. The redhead knew how ticklish she was and having her body in the hands of someone like Trish was a very bad combination.
Trish rubbed furiously at the skin in top of Lita's ribs in hopes of getting the maximum laughter form her.
"Trihihihihihihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish.........nohohohohohoho mohohohohohore. STOP PLEASE STOP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!"
The ruthless diva then began to tickle the skin between the ribs and just underneath, right where the strap holding the redhead down was.
Hysterical laughter poured from the woman's lips.
"HAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH"
Trish kept this up for at least half an hour before stopping. Lita had looked like she was on the verge of passing out, so Trish decided to give her a break.
Despite what many others had claimed, Trish was not a dumb blonde. She had thoroughly done her research on tickling and how it affects females. She searched many different websites in searches of bondage tips and tickling methods that would get the most laughter out of the female form. She had been surprised to find so many websites on the subject. Pictures, stories, videos, much of which had turned her on.
But, despite that, she studied video tapes and learned how to watch the reaction of a captive. Watching for signs of weakening and labored breathing. She knew to stop when she saw this. An unconscious captive was no fun to tickle.
Trish had also ordered a few toys for her and Lita to play with, but she would try those out later.
"Are you alright dear?"
Lita was a complete mess.
She layed there weezing and gulping fresh air into her lungs. Her hair was weighed down with sweat and matted to her forehead.
"T-Trish please.........I-----------"
"I could have sworn I told you to save your breath.........."
Trish scooted back and sat on Lita's thighs.
She traced her fingernail around Lita's deliciously inviting belly button.
"hahahahahaheehehehehehehehheehehehehTrishheheheheehehehehehehehheheheheh"
The frantic redhead's stomach contracted and quivered. She tried her best to shake Trish's probing fingernail but this only served to have Trish accidently slip her finger inside the deep crevice before she had planned to.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE"
Trish pushed and swirled her lone finger around and around as her other hand lightly tickled the redheaded diva's sides.
"Tickle Tickle Tickle Lita! You're not so tough now are you bitch?! Nope, now your just a little girl. A very ticklish little girl!" Trish taunted.
Trish removed her finger from Lita's naval and placed both her hands on Lita's tummy.
She sat there for a few minutes watching Lita squirm. She knew that the anticipation to be tickled was driving her crazy.
Besides, what fun would tickle torture be without a little but of psychological torture?
"I'm gonna tickle your tummy Lita..........I'm gonna make you scream and beg me for mercy.................but, I might stop if you just sign the papers right now............"
"GO TO HELL! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL! I--NO WAIT ! TRISH TRISH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
Trish tickled Lita's sides and tummy with vigor, relishing in her laughter and screams.
The ecstatic blonde then leaned into the redhead's face.
"Kootchie Kootchie Koo little Lita......................who's a ticklish little girl? Huh? Who's a ticklish little girl?.................Come on Li give me an answer................."
Lita merely shook her head and laughed and laughed.
"Won't cooperate huh? Well, looks like more tickling for you................."
Trish then brought her mouth into play by nibbling on the outer edges of Lita's naval and plunged her tongue inside, bringing forth squeals from the tortured woman.
"TRISH! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA----PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
"Who's a ticklish little girl?"
No answer, just laughter.
"Well, I'm not gonna stop until you tell me............."
Trish stopped tickling Lita's belly button with her mouth and brought it just above the ticklish surface of her stomach.
She looked up at the giggling redhead.
"Now this is going to tickle a little bit..............." she said before she brought her mouth down and blew one big raspberry.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE"
Between each raspberry, Trish would ask Lita the same question over and over again.
"Who's a ticklish little girl? Come on Li, it's not that hard. You know the answer. I'll give you a break if you say it........................"
Trish continued srabbling her nails all over Lita's tummy and sides so she managed to keep her laughing when she took a break from the raspberries.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHIMMATICKLISHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHGIRLHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"What was that Lita? I couldn't understand you?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIMMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTICKLISHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALITTLEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHGIRLHIIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IMMATICKLISH LITTLE GIRL!HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA"
"Now, was that so hard?" Trish said as she never stopped tickling.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYOU-----------YOU SAID----------HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA---THAT YOU-------WOULDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!"
Trish smirked.
"I lied................sue me........"
Nearly two hours later, Trish had become lost in her tickle bliss. She reveled in the softness and sensitivity of Lita's skin. The power of being able to control the fiery redhead with a little wiggle of her fingernail in the right spot and she could make her do just about anything.
And with a little time, anything.
Trish had been so caught up in the tickling that she hadn't even noticed that Lita had passed out a few moments before.
"Aaaaw, poor thing. Couldn't handle it................."
She moved Lita's matted hair away from her face to find her sleeping peacefully.
"Oh well, I'll give her a few minutes...........wouldn't want her to pass out too quickly when I move............................lower.
TBC...
Chapter 2
"Wakey, wakey sleepy head........."
Lita slowly awoke to find herself still strapped to the table.
And worse yet, Trish Stratus was still there smiling an evil smile.
Lita instantly began begging.
"Trish, Trish please don't do this! I can't take anymore. I hate to be tickled. It's torture....."
"Aaaw sweetheart.....I know that it's torture..........that's exactly why I'm doing it......."
"Trish please I----I'll do anything------just please, no more........" the redhead whimpered tearfully.
"Will you sign the papers?"
Lita opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
She closed her mouth and then turned her head to avoid Trish's piercing gaze.
"Stubborn huh?.............Good, I love a challenge............." the blonde said as she made her way down towards the end of the table tickling Lita's thighs, knees and calves along the way.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhhahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehahahahahahahaheehaeihaheaheaheiaheihaeiha"
Trish drew her nails along the tops of Lita's feet and then pulled away.
She stood there at the end of the table waiting for Lita's giggles to die down.
Trish stood there and examined Lita's soles.
They were milky white with little tinges of pink here and there. Not a blemish or callous marred the beautiful surface. Trish couldn't wait to get her hands on those feet.
"Do you know what I'm gonna do now Lita?"
Lita just looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Do you?"
No answer.
"DO YOU?"
The redhead nodded.
"What am I gonna do now?"
Lita bit her lip before replying.
"Tickle me"
"Tickle you?"
"Yes........"
"What am I going to tickle?"
She whimpered.
"What am I going to tickle Lita?"
"My feet......."
"What?"
"My feet........"
"What am I going to do?"
"Tickle my feet......"
"What?"
"Tickle my feet......."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, but you asked for it........."
"No-----wait----Trish you tricked me-------noooooooooohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho"
Trish began running her nails up and down Lita's tautly stretched soles.
She made a mental note of various places that drove Lita mad with laughter.
The balls of her feet, the base of her toes, in between her toes, her heels, arches.
Lita laughed insanely as she felt the wicked kiss of Trish's manicured fingernails go to work on her poor defenseless soles.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY FEET!!!! TRISH PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
"You've got such soft, ticklish little feet Lita. Does Matt know about these babies? I'm sure he'd have a lot of fun with you........"
Lita's mind couldn't even focus on Trish or anything that she was saying.
The only thing her mind could comprehend were the torturous sensations that she traveled through her ticklish feet and bombarded her brain.
It probably wouldn't have been that bad had she been able to wiggle her feet and scrunch her toes, but her feet were tied down too tightly for that. He ankles were latched down and her toes were tied backand spread wide, making her soles even more vulnerable.
The only thing she could was shake her head, beg for mercy and laugh her head off.
Laugh and laugh and laugh until Trish decided when she should stop.
And in one of last fleeting thoughts was that the tickling wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.
Trish suddenly abandoned her tactic of tickling all over Lita's feet to tickle wildly at the base of her toes.
The blonde diva laughed right along with her captive as she began laughed and banged her head on the table.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHE"
Trish then tickled the pad of each and every toe before settling into the spot between the base and pad of Lita's big toe.
The table rattled with Lita's efforts of trying to break free of her bondage.
Trish kept up the toe tickling for a few minutes more before digging in between each toe.
"TRISH NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAH
AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHANOMOREHEHEHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAEHAHEHAE!"
"Trish no!" she mocked.
Trish pulled her nails away from the ticklish flesh of Lita's feet.
Lita continued laughing an entire minute after the tickling had stopped.
Lying there gasping for breath, she tried to speak.
"Trish----------Trish please-----------I-I'll do------do anything----------------------you want-------I'll sign----I'll sign the papers--------------------------just please-------please no-------more---------"
Trish smiled at Lita.
"I know that your gonna sign the papers, but I can't stop while I'm in the mddle of exploring your ticklish little feet-----------it just wouldn't be right Li----------"
"What! Trish-----------y-you said that you w-would let me go if I agreed to sign--------------"
"Lita, when are you going to get it through your head, I'm a liar----------get used to it---"
"NO! THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
"I never said I was a fair person either--------------besides, I have a few toys that I'd like to try out on this entire ticklish surface-----------"
Lita didn't like the sound of that.
"Toys-------------" she gulped.
"Mmmhmm-----------feathers, toothbrushes, pens--------dozens of things-------------"
"Oh no-----------" she whimpered.
"Well, I think you've rested long enough-----------"
"No Trish please-------not my feeehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehet nooooooooooo"
Trish smiled widely as she tickled those luscious feet once more.
This time around, she concentrated on the balls and high arches of the redheaded diva.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHHEAHEHAEAHEHAHAEHEHEHEHEEHEHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHAHEHAHEAHE"
Trish would tickle one foot with fast, hard scratches while tickling the other with light tracing and fluttering of her nails.
This kept Lita completely off balance and dissolved any resistance that she might have had left.
"THAT'S IT LITA! LAUGH IT UP! LET IT ALL OUT!"
After tickling with her fingers, Trish decided to bring her mouth into play.
Lita nearly jumped out of skin when she felt Trish's tongue at the base of her toes and in between.
"DON'T NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOURHAHA AHA HA AH AH AH AHA TONGUE! HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOSTOOOOOOOOOHAHHAHAHAHAP!"
Trish would envelope Lita's toes with her mouth, running her tongue around them. She even nibbled at the base of Lita's toes driving her into even further hysterics.
"TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISH HHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Trish kept up the tickling for hours, determined to make the redhead scream and beg for mercy.
Lita heaved and lurched as much as her bonds would allow.
Her face was red, tears poured from her eyes and her mouth began to hurt slightly from laughing so much.
The redhead began to feel lightheaded and her vision became fainter. In the back of her mind she rejoiced at the fact that she would soon pass out.
Suddenly, the tickling slowed and then came to a complete stop.
Trish had been watching Lita again and decided to stop before she passed out again.
The blonde gave Lita's toes one last kiss before making her way to the head of the table once more.
Lita layed their still giggling from her ordeal.
Trish smoothed the redhead's hair form her forehead and gave her a tiny kiss on the forehead.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" she whispered.
"I hate you------" Lita managed to growl.
Trish just smiled.
"Well, you're really gonna hate me in a little while.
"What? Why?"
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.
Both divas looked at the door and then at one another.
"That's why.........." said Trish.
TBC...
The redhead awoke groggily.
Her head throbbed terribly.
She tried to bring her hand up to her forehead to sooth the pain away but found that she couldn't.
Not yet being able to see clearly, she felt that both her wrists had been secured, tightly, to something, but she didn't know what.
The same went for her feet.
"What's going on?"
After lying there, wherever she was for a few minutes, the readhead finally got her bearings and looked around.
Her surroundings were completely unfamiliar to her.
White walls.
That was it.
Well, there were also chains and manacles hanging from the white walls and ceilings.
It reminded her of a hospital/dungeon.
And she wasn't exactly fond of either type of room.
"Where the hell am I?"
She looked down at herself.
The pretty redhead was shocked to find that she had been strapped down to a table.
She was also strapped down to the table in nothing but her bra and thong.
Her straps were placed around her wrists, elbows, underneath her breasts and just below her waist, her knees and her ankles.
She could barely move.
Her toes had even been tied up.
They were pulled back, streching her foot taut. Her toes were had been tied back with straps similar to the ones that held the rest of her body down.
The only body part that she could move freely was her fingers.
"What? How did I get here?"
She strained as she tried to remember anything that would give her a clue as to where she was.
*Earlier that evening*
Lita stood in the women's lockerroom packing her clothing into her bag.
She smiled widely at the Women's Championship Belt that she held in her hands and was about to place in her bag with the rest of her belongings.
After grabbing everything, she strode out of the lockerroom and towards her the parking lot to her car.
She opened her trunk and grunted a bit as she picked up her bag and tossed it in. The redhead then slammed the door shut and fumbled with her keys trying to find the right one for her car door.
She squealed suddenly when a strong arm wrapped itself around her body trapping her arms at her sides.
Lita tried to scream but her mouth was covered tightly with a cloth.
She smelled something weird on the cloth and tried her best not to breath it in, but the more she struggled, the more tired she became and more deeply she breathed.
The redhead was out like a light in a matter of moments.
*Present*
"Well, that explains how I got here, but it doesn't explain who the hell it was that took me, or why......."
Lita's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a clicking sound.
She looked over to wear it was coming from.
A door over in a corner of the room.
The redhead held her breath and closed her eyes as she waited for her captor to show himself.
The door opened and the kidnapper strode into the room.
"Hello Lita............"
She opened her eyes and became very confused.
Her captor sounded like a female.
Not only that.
It sounded like a very familiar female.
Someone she knew.
"TRISH!"
The blonde diva merely smiled at the redhead's shock. She stood there in her infamous black leather pants and her T&APA T-shirt tied in a knot exposing her flat sexy stomach.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! WHY AM I HERE? WHY AM I TIED UP LIKE THIS? WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!"
"Ooooh, so many questions. You're just a curious little kitten aren't you?"
"Trish........."
"What's the matter Lita? Are you not comfortable? I made sure that my boys made you as comfortable as they possibly could" she said as she walked towards the bound redhead, her heels clicking as she did so.
"How the hell am I supposed to be comfortable tied up? Untie me right now!"
"Sorry, no can do red. I went through a lot of trouble to get you here. Or should I say my associates did."
"Who? T&A?"
"Who else?"
"Trish, I'm warning you. If you don't let me go right now I swear I'll----------"
"You'll what? In case you've forgotten already Lita, you're in no position to make threats on my person............You may be in charge in the ring, but you're on my turf now. I'm in charge. I make the rules.........got it?"
Lita grumbled and muttered under her breath.
"Good girl..........." Trish said as she patted Lita on the head.
The petite blonde moved over towards the head of the table and placed a single nail in the palm of Lita's left hand.
"Now that we're all settled. I bet your wondering exactly why I brought you here right?"
Lita just layed there avoiding Trish's smug gaze.
"Right?" she asked again as she slowly began to trail her nail down Lita's palm and the inside of her forearm and bicep.
"Yeah........" the redhead forced out through gritted teeth.
"Well, it's simple really. I wanted you out of the way.........." she said nonchalantly as she continued to trace a path up and down the redhead's arm.
"Why?"
"You're in the way. I can't seem to get away with anything these days without you running up and interfering. Ruining my fun in the process."
"I can't help the fact that your a bitch........."
"Ouch...........Lita that hurt."
"Dammit! Would you stop doing that?" Lita shouted suddenly.
Startled, Trish pulled back and looked at the redhead.
"What's wrong Lita?"
"Your nail. Stop tracing your nail on my arm like that........"
"Like this?" the blonde asked as she did it again.
"YES! Stop it!"
"Why?"
"It's doesn't feel good......."
"No?"
"NO!"
"Well, let's see if we can make it more comfortable for you........"
Trish, starting at Lita's wrist again, lightly traced her nail down Lita's entire arm.
Only this time she stopped when she reached the middle of the redhead's armpit.
"Stop it you bitch" she ground out.
Ignoring her, Trish gently poked and prodded at the smooth hairless skin that was Lita's armpit. She smiled slightly as she watched the redhead jump slightly in her bonds and then try to remain still in order to hide it.
"A little jumpy are we Lita? What's the matter? Afraid I'll do something to ya?"
"Fuck you....."
"No thanks.............but, moving on, remember when I said that you were in the way? Well, I'm going to get rid of you." she said as she slowly, ever so slowly began to swirl her finger nail in Lita's armpit.
"How-------How do you ------y-you plan on doing that----I'm not just gonna disappear you know........"
"Oh, I know that Lita. That's exactly why you're going to help me with that........"
"Yeah right.........."
"Oh you'll help me. You'll do anything I want to by the time I'm done with you.......Now, you are going sign a paper stating that you are quitting the WWF...."
"L-Like hell I will!!"
"You will trust me.........I have a plan. Do you know what it is?"
Lita remianed silent.
"Well, before I tell you how, let me ask you a question........"
The blonde leaned down near the redhead's ear.
"Are you ticklish?........"
Lita was gripped by confusion, realization and then fear.
She had never been too fond of being tickled. It was okay, but only when she could defend herself against it. But here she was, tied up and at the mercy of a merciless bitch.
"What the hell are you talking about Trish?"
"You heard me............are you ticklish?"
"No, I'm not ticklish."
"Okay, so I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this......." Trish asked as she used all five of her fingers to tickle the redheaded divas outstretched armpit.
Lita alternated between bting her tongue and her bottom lip to keep herself in check.
Seeing the struggle on her captor's face, Trish smiled and began taunting the redhead.
"Are you okay Lita?"
Lita dared not answer her. She wasn't about to give Trish the satifaction of making her miserable.
"Is something bothering you?.........Oh no, don't tell me that you are in fact ticklish?" she asked feigning innocence.
Her fingers never leaving Lita's armpit, Trish made her way around the head of the table and used her free hand to torture Lita's other armpit.
"No! S-stop it you b-bitch........"
"Sticks and stones Lita. Sticks and Stones......."
Alternating between soft and hard tickles, Trish laughed at her captive reactions to the tickling.
Lita bit her lip and whipped her head from side to side trying to shake Trish's hands from her ticklish pits, but with no luck.
"Come on Lita......I know this tickles you......" Trish whispered as she leaned down towards Lita's ear. "Just laugh and I'll stop.............."
"F-fuck you............"
"Like I said before.........no thank you........."
Trish suddenly blew into the redhead's ear.
The sudden sensation threw her off balance and she squealed.
She began to giggle and then laugh.
"hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahaaaaaaaa Trish you bihiihihihihitch stooohahahahahahahap"
"There you go Lita. Laugh it up girl!" she yelled as she dug deeper into the smooth surface.
"NO! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
Trish stopped tickling and moved her hair out of her eyes.
"Woo......that was fun......."
Lita just layed there glaring at the blonde while gasping for air.
"Wasn't that fun Li? You don't mind if I call you Li do ya? Didn't think so..........."
"Alright Trish........you've had you're fun, now let me go........."
"Hmmm. How do I say this? Oh I got it. No........."
"Trish........."
"Oh shut up Lita. Save your breath. Trust me, you're gonna need it.........now, lets see how ticklish these ribs are......"
Lita's eyes widened.
"No Trish......don't you dare......that's enough............"
Ignoring her, Trish climbed up onto the table and straddled the redhead's waist.
She leaned forward slightly, her massive chest nearly threatening to pop out of
T-shirt, and studied Lita's ribs.
Lita was in great physical shape. She wasn't overweight and she wasn't too skinny either. Her ribs were extremely well defined and Trish couldn't wait to tickle those Ivories.
Placing her hands on either side of Lita's ribcage, Trish hesitated when the redhead beneath her had protested.
"You want me to stop?"
The redhead nodded with tears in her eyes.
"Too bad......" Trish said as she began to massage the bound girl's ribs.
"Trish....noooooooooooooooooooo"
Lita was dying and Trish hadn't even been tickling her that long. The redhead knew how ticklish she was and having her body in the hands of someone like Trish was a very bad combination.
Trish rubbed furiously at the skin in top of Lita's ribs in hopes of getting the maximum laughter form her.
"Trihihihihihihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish.........nohohohohohoho mohohohohohore. STOP PLEASE STOP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!"
The ruthless diva then began to tickle the skin between the ribs and just underneath, right where the strap holding the redhead down was.
Hysterical laughter poured from the woman's lips.
"HAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH"
Trish kept this up for at least half an hour before stopping. Lita had looked like she was on the verge of passing out, so Trish decided to give her a break.
Despite what many others had claimed, Trish was not a dumb blonde. She had thoroughly done her research on tickling and how it affects females. She searched many different websites in searches of bondage tips and tickling methods that would get the most laughter out of the female form. She had been surprised to find so many websites on the subject. Pictures, stories, videos, much of which had turned her on.
But, despite that, she studied video tapes and learned how to watch the reaction of a captive. Watching for signs of weakening and labored breathing. She knew to stop when she saw this. An unconscious captive was no fun to tickle.
Trish had also ordered a few toys for her and Lita to play with, but she would try those out later.
"Are you alright dear?"
Lita was a complete mess.
She layed there weezing and gulping fresh air into her lungs. Her hair was weighed down with sweat and matted to her forehead.
"T-Trish please.........I-----------"
"I could have sworn I told you to save your breath.........."
Trish scooted back and sat on Lita's thighs.
She traced her fingernail around Lita's deliciously inviting belly button.
"hahahahahaheehehehehehehehheehehehehTrishheheheheehehehehehehehheheheheh"
The frantic redhead's stomach contracted and quivered. She tried her best to shake Trish's probing fingernail but this only served to have Trish accidently slip her finger inside the deep crevice before she had planned to.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE"
Trish pushed and swirled her lone finger around and around as her other hand lightly tickled the redheaded diva's sides.
"Tickle Tickle Tickle Lita! You're not so tough now are you bitch?! Nope, now your just a little girl. A very ticklish little girl!" Trish taunted.
Trish removed her finger from Lita's naval and placed both her hands on Lita's tummy.
She sat there for a few minutes watching Lita squirm. She knew that the anticipation to be tickled was driving her crazy.
Besides, what fun would tickle torture be without a little but of psychological torture?
"I'm gonna tickle your tummy Lita..........I'm gonna make you scream and beg me for mercy.................but, I might stop if you just sign the papers right now............"
"GO TO HELL! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL! I--NO WAIT ! TRISH TRISH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
Trish tickled Lita's sides and tummy with vigor, relishing in her laughter and screams.
The ecstatic blonde then leaned into the redhead's face.
"Kootchie Kootchie Koo little Lita......................who's a ticklish little girl? Huh? Who's a ticklish little girl?.................Come on Li give me an answer................."
Lita merely shook her head and laughed and laughed.
"Won't cooperate huh? Well, looks like more tickling for you................."
Trish then brought her mouth into play by nibbling on the outer edges of Lita's naval and plunged her tongue inside, bringing forth squeals from the tortured woman.
"TRISH! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA----PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
"Who's a ticklish little girl?"
No answer, just laughter.
"Well, I'm not gonna stop until you tell me............."
Trish stopped tickling Lita's belly button with her mouth and brought it just above the ticklish surface of her stomach.
She looked up at the giggling redhead.
"Now this is going to tickle a little bit..............." she said before she brought her mouth down and blew one big raspberry.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE"
Between each raspberry, Trish would ask Lita the same question over and over again.
"Who's a ticklish little girl? Come on Li, it's not that hard. You know the answer. I'll give you a break if you say it........................"
Trish continued srabbling her nails all over Lita's tummy and sides so she managed to keep her laughing when she took a break from the raspberries.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHIMMATICKLISHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHGIRLHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"What was that Lita? I couldn't understand you?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIMMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTICKLISHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALITTLEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHGIRLHIIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IMMATICKLISH LITTLE GIRL!HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA"
"Now, was that so hard?" Trish said as she never stopped tickling.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYOU-----------YOU SAID----------HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA---THAT YOU-------WOULDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!"
Trish smirked.
"I lied................sue me........"
Nearly two hours later, Trish had become lost in her tickle bliss. She reveled in the softness and sensitivity of Lita's skin. The power of being able to control the fiery redhead with a little wiggle of her fingernail in the right spot and she could make her do just about anything.
And with a little time, anything.
Trish had been so caught up in the tickling that she hadn't even noticed that Lita had passed out a few moments before.
"Aaaaw, poor thing. Couldn't handle it................."
She moved Lita's matted hair away from her face to find her sleeping peacefully.
"Oh well, I'll give her a few minutes...........wouldn't want her to pass out too quickly when I move............................lower.
TBC...
Chapter 2
"Wakey, wakey sleepy head........."
Lita slowly awoke to find herself still strapped to the table.
And worse yet, Trish Stratus was still there smiling an evil smile.
Lita instantly began begging.
"Trish, Trish please don't do this! I can't take anymore. I hate to be tickled. It's torture....."
"Aaaw sweetheart.....I know that it's torture..........that's exactly why I'm doing it......."
"Trish please I----I'll do anything------just please, no more........" the redhead whimpered tearfully.
"Will you sign the papers?"
Lita opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
She closed her mouth and then turned her head to avoid Trish's piercing gaze.
"Stubborn huh?.............Good, I love a challenge............." the blonde said as she made her way down towards the end of the table tickling Lita's thighs, knees and calves along the way.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhhahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehahahahahahahaheehaeihaheaheaheiaheihaeiha"
Trish drew her nails along the tops of Lita's feet and then pulled away.
She stood there at the end of the table waiting for Lita's giggles to die down.
Trish stood there and examined Lita's soles.
They were milky white with little tinges of pink here and there. Not a blemish or callous marred the beautiful surface. Trish couldn't wait to get her hands on those feet.
"Do you know what I'm gonna do now Lita?"
Lita just looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Do you?"
No answer.
"DO YOU?"
The redhead nodded.
"What am I gonna do now?"
Lita bit her lip before replying.
"Tickle me"
"Tickle you?"
"Yes........"
"What am I going to tickle?"
She whimpered.
"What am I going to tickle Lita?"
"My feet......."
"What?"
"My feet........"
"What am I going to do?"
"Tickle my feet......"
"What?"
"Tickle my feet......."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, but you asked for it........."
"No-----wait----Trish you tricked me-------noooooooooohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho"
Trish began running her nails up and down Lita's tautly stretched soles.
She made a mental note of various places that drove Lita mad with laughter.
The balls of her feet, the base of her toes, in between her toes, her heels, arches.
Lita laughed insanely as she felt the wicked kiss of Trish's manicured fingernails go to work on her poor defenseless soles.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY FEET!!!! TRISH PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"
"You've got such soft, ticklish little feet Lita. Does Matt know about these babies? I'm sure he'd have a lot of fun with you........"
Lita's mind couldn't even focus on Trish or anything that she was saying.
The only thing her mind could comprehend were the torturous sensations that she traveled through her ticklish feet and bombarded her brain.
It probably wouldn't have been that bad had she been able to wiggle her feet and scrunch her toes, but her feet were tied down too tightly for that. He ankles were latched down and her toes were tied backand spread wide, making her soles even more vulnerable.
The only thing she could was shake her head, beg for mercy and laugh her head off.
Laugh and laugh and laugh until Trish decided when she should stop.
And in one of last fleeting thoughts was that the tickling wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.
Trish suddenly abandoned her tactic of tickling all over Lita's feet to tickle wildly at the base of her toes.
The blonde diva laughed right along with her captive as she began laughed and banged her head on the table.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHE"
Trish then tickled the pad of each and every toe before settling into the spot between the base and pad of Lita's big toe.
The table rattled with Lita's efforts of trying to break free of her bondage.
Trish kept up the toe tickling for a few minutes more before digging in between each toe.
"TRISH NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAH
AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHANOMOREHEHEHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAEHAHEHAE!"
"Trish no!" she mocked.
Trish pulled her nails away from the ticklish flesh of Lita's feet.
Lita continued laughing an entire minute after the tickling had stopped.
Lying there gasping for breath, she tried to speak.
"Trish----------Trish please-----------I-I'll do------do anything----------------------you want-------I'll sign----I'll sign the papers--------------------------just please-------please no-------more---------"
Trish smiled at Lita.
"I know that your gonna sign the papers, but I can't stop while I'm in the mddle of exploring your ticklish little feet-----------it just wouldn't be right Li----------"
"What! Trish-----------y-you said that you w-would let me go if I agreed to sign--------------"
"Lita, when are you going to get it through your head, I'm a liar----------get used to it---"
"NO! THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
"I never said I was a fair person either--------------besides, I have a few toys that I'd like to try out on this entire ticklish surface-----------"
Lita didn't like the sound of that.
"Toys-------------" she gulped.
"Mmmhmm-----------feathers, toothbrushes, pens--------dozens of things-------------"
"Oh no-----------" she whimpered.
"Well, I think you've rested long enough-----------"
"No Trish please-------not my feeehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehet nooooooooooo"
Trish smiled widely as she tickled those luscious feet once more.
This time around, she concentrated on the balls and high arches of the redheaded diva.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHHEAHEHAEAHEHAHAEHEHEHEHEEHEHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHAHEHAHEAHE"
Trish would tickle one foot with fast, hard scratches while tickling the other with light tracing and fluttering of her nails.
This kept Lita completely off balance and dissolved any resistance that she might have had left.
"THAT'S IT LITA! LAUGH IT UP! LET IT ALL OUT!"
After tickling with her fingers, Trish decided to bring her mouth into play.
Lita nearly jumped out of skin when she felt Trish's tongue at the base of her toes and in between.
"DON'T NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOURHAHA AHA HA AH AH AH AHA TONGUE! HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOSTOOOOOOOOOHAHHAHAHAHAP!"
Trish would envelope Lita's toes with her mouth, running her tongue around them. She even nibbled at the base of Lita's toes driving her into even further hysterics.
"TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISH HHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Trish kept up the tickling for hours, determined to make the redhead scream and beg for mercy.
Lita heaved and lurched as much as her bonds would allow.
Her face was red, tears poured from her eyes and her mouth began to hurt slightly from laughing so much.
The redhead began to feel lightheaded and her vision became fainter. In the back of her mind she rejoiced at the fact that she would soon pass out.
Suddenly, the tickling slowed and then came to a complete stop.
Trish had been watching Lita again and decided to stop before she passed out again.
The blonde gave Lita's toes one last kiss before making her way to the head of the table once more.
Lita layed their still giggling from her ordeal.
Trish smoothed the redhead's hair form her forehead and gave her a tiny kiss on the forehead.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" she whispered.
"I hate you------" Lita managed to growl.
Trish just smiled.
"Well, you're really gonna hate me in a little while.
"What? Why?"
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.
Both divas looked at the door and then at one another.
"That's why.........." said Trish.
TBC...
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