Annie And Scooter
Annie sat at the kitchen table, at
Scooter's house. Scooter had stepped out
into the garage to get something. He had
told Annie that he had a surprise for her.
Now, here she sat in his kitchen, blindfolded, and waiting for the
surprise. A thousand thoughts raced
through her mind, as to what the surprise could be. She heard him coming back in, and felt his
presence as he walked up next to her.
"Okay," Scooter said,
"just come with me."
Taking Annie by the hand, Scooter
led her down the hall, into the back bedroom.
He led her over to the bed, and sat her down.
"Now," Scooter said. "Lay down on the bed."
Annie just followed along, not sure
what to expect. Scooter was always full
of wild ideas, though lots of times they were mischievous. Scooter helped Annie position herself in the
middle of the bed.
"Now, give me your hand,"
Scooter said.
Annie reached her right hand out,
and Scooter took it.
Earlier, before Annie's arrival,
Scooter had prepared ropes on either side of the headboard, and one more rope,
tied to the lower support beam, came out from under the foot of the bed, at the
midway point.
Immediately upon feeling the rope
looping around her wrist, Annie's made her questioning audible.
"Hey," she started. "What are you doing?"
"Just be patient," Scooter
said. "You're going to like
this."
"But, you're tying me up."
"Don't worry," Scooter
said. "I'm not going to hurt
you."
"I'm not worried about you
hurting me," Annie argued.
"I'm worried about what else you might do to me. I know how your mind works."
"Just take it easy," Scooter
urged her.
Annie closed her mouth, and
continued to lie still, while Scooter finished tying her right arm to the
headboard, and then went around to the other side, and did the same. She opened her mouth again, when she felt him
tying her ankles together.
"Okay, now," Annie
said. "I think I'm tied up
enough. You don't need to tie my feet
to."
"Oh, but I do," Scooter
said. "That's the most important
part."
After securing Annie's feet, Scooter
stepped back to admire his prize. Annie
was wearing a red crop top, a tan miniskirt, and strappy sandals with two inch
heels. Just for the record, Scooter was
wearing blue-jeans, a green t-shirt, and tennis shoes.
Now that Scooter had Annie helpless,
in front of him, he decided that she needed to be a little less mobile. Taking some remaining rope, he tied her legs
together, just below the knees.
"Alright, Scooter," Annie
said. "That's too much. I can hardly move, now. What fun is it going to be?"
Annie still had no idea what Scooter
actually had in store for her. She
figured he was just going to sit there and watch her struggle, trying to get
free, which she immediately started.
Scooter watched for several minutes, as Annie squirmed and fidgeted, to
no avail. Scooter then opened the box
that he had fetched from the garage, and removed all of the tools, contained
therein. Once he had all of the tools
laid out on the bed, he walked up next to Annie's head, and removed her
blindfold.
"Surprise," Scooter
exclaimed.
It took a few seconds for Annie to
focus her eyes. Once she was focused,
she saw all of the Scooter tools lying on the bed. There was a toothbrush, paintbrushes, q-tips,
yarn, and all kinds of stuff. Annie
still didn't grasp the entire situation, until she saw the feather.
"Oh my God," Annie
froze. "No you're not!!!"
"Oh, yes I am," Scooter
replied.
"No! No!
No!" Annie was scared. She was extremely ticklish, everywhere on her
body. Now, she was lying tied to a bed,
helpless to defend herself, and looking at the largest arsenal of tickling
utensils she had ever seen.
"No," she said, in a more
pleading voice. "You can't tickle
me. I'll die, for sure. I'm way too ticklish to be able to take
it."
"Well see about that,"
Scooter said, with a laugh in his voice.
Annie continued to plead with
Scooter, as he sat down on the bed, and began to rub her stomach.
"You can plead all you want to,
Annie," Scooter said. "Nothing
is going to keep me from finishing what I've started."
With that, Scooters rubbing of her
stomach turned to light scratches. Annie
felt the tickling sensations surge through her body. She tried to hold back the laughter, but she
was just too ticklish.
"Nohohohoho. Stahahahahop it. Ihihihihihi'm tohoohoohoo
ticklihihihihihish."
Scooter added his left hand to the
mix, using all ten fingers to lightly graze Annie's stomach. The crop top left her stomach fully exposed,
for easy tickling access. Annie was
swaying her stomach from side to side, as much as her captive status would
allow. It wasn't enough, however, to keep
her away from Scooter's tickling fingers.
Scooter slowly increased the intensity of his tickling, gradually adding
more pressure to her stomach, while gradually increasing the speed at which his
fingers were moving.
"Aaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Staaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahop."
Her pleas were music to Scooter's
ears. He had long wanted to hear the
sound of her begging, as he tickled her helpless body. Now, his dream was coming true. Annie was totally helpless to defend herself,
and he could tickle her as long as he wanted to. The sudden feeling of power surged through
Scooter, and it was as if he'd been zapped.
He suddenly dug deep into Annie's rib cage, with rapid squeezing motions
from his fingers.
Annie surged against the restraints,
trying as best she could, to curl up and hide her unbelievably ticklish ribcage
from Scooter's sadistic tickling fingers.
Scooter could barely hear the desperation in Annie's laughter. At this point, he was totally engulfed in
finding every spot of ticklishness, possessed by the power and the joy of
inflicting this merciless tickle torture.
"Eeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaheeheeheeheehahahahohohahahahahahaha."
Tears streamed down Annie's face, as
Scooter only tickled harder and more rapidly.
It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
The once caring, polite, sensitive Scooter had turned into a
madman. The harder Annie laughed, the
faster Scooter tickled. The more
violently she struggled, the deeper he dug his fingers in.
This went on for about fifteen
minutes, to the point that Annie felt sure she was going to pass out, or have a
heart attack. Then, Scooter stopped.
Annie continued laughing for several
minutes, after Scooter stopped. She was
still trying to catch her breath. Then, Scooter grabbed a toothbrush. Annie's eyes were wide with horror, as
Scooter straddled her mid-section, and put the toothbrush against her highly
sensitive tummy. Annie's violent
struggles and horrific laughter started again, as Scooter started scrubbing
little circles all over Annie's stomach.
Several times, Scooter took the brush into her navel. Annie wet herself, during this time frame,
and was laughing so hard that she could scarcely breathe. Just when Annie though it couldn't get any
worse, Scooter reached over, with his free hand, and grabbed the feather.
While Scooter used the toothbrush to
scrub Annie's hyper-ticklish stomach, he started dragging the feather up and
down the backs of her arms. It was way
too much for Annie's mind to comprehend, and she soon lay limp, as explosive
bursts of silent laughter erupted from her body. After few minutes, Scooter swapped spots,
using the toothbrush on the backs of her arms, and the feather on her
stomach. Annie's mind was nothing but a
frenzy of thousands of tickling sensations, surging in one right after the
other. Her laughter could not keep up
with the tickling, and her muscles were starting to ache from the endless
laughter.
For almost twenty minutes, Scooter
used the feather and toothbrush to mercilessly torture Annie's arms and
stomach. After that, he gave her a short
break.
And it was a short break. After two minutes, Scooter stuck his hands up
the sides of Annie's shirt, and started scratching her armpits. Annie's sleeves were very short, but they
did protect her armpits, slightly. They
couldn't protect them from Scooter's probing fingers, though. Within seconds, Annie was laughing harder
than she had laughed, at any point before.
Annie arched her back against the rabid tickling, trying desperately to
find a way to shield her armpits from the insane ticklish sensations that were
invading her helpless body.
Annie's throat was starting to hurt
form laughing so hard, and she felt sure that one of these surges was going to
leave her without an arm, or something.
Annie didn't think she could laugh any harder, than she did when Scooter
was scratching her underarms, but she did when they met the feather. The lightness of the feather proved to be
more than she could take, and she finally passed out.
When she woke, Scooter was ready,
waiting to start again, with the feather.
Scooter stuck the feather down her short sleeve, and slowly methodically
scratched Annie's right armpit, as she laughed uncontrollably, shaking
violently, and jerking again, trying to escape.
Scooter produced another feather, and started doing the same thing to her
left armpit. Annie's heart was beating
rapidly, sweat covered her face, and the hair was starting to stick to her face
and get in her mouth. She didn't care,
though. She couldn't care. She didn't have enough usage of her brain to
care. Her brain was totally engulfed in
fielding and responding to the tickling sensations that tortured her helpless
armpits. The way her wrists were tied,
she could not pull her arms down at all.
Her armpits were totally at Scooter's mercy.
Annie just thought the feather
tickled. A whole new wave of tickling
insanity took over her body, when Scooter put the toothbrush to work in her
left armpit. Sure enough, Scooter had a
second toothbrush, which a quickly put to work in her right armpit. Scooter scrubbed her armpits with a fervor
that Shakespeare could not have described, in all of his vast vocabulary. The noise coming from Annie's mouth was no
longer laughter; it was more like grunts, as it tickled too much for her to
laugh.
Seeing that brush was liable to make
her pass out again, Scooter decided not to spend too long with it. After about thirty minutes of armpit
tickling, which included the time spend with the toothbrushes, as well as the
feathers and the fingers, Scooter gave her another break. This time, he let her rest for about five
minutes, because he knew that he was going to spend a long time tickling her
feet.
Annie started shaking her head and
pleading, as Scooter walked to the foot of the bed.
"No, Scooter. Please, don't tickle me anymore. Please, don't tickle my feet."
Scooter acted as if he didn't hear
her, slowly untying the straps around her left ankle, unwrapping them, and
sliding off the sandal. After doing the
same on her right foot, Scooter decided that her feet had too much
freedom. Taking some of the yarn, he
tied her two big toes together, and pulled them back tightly, tying the loose
ends to the ropes that bound her ankles.
Annie tried to wiggle her feet, but
there was very little movement allowed, and she could not scrunch her toes very
well, either.
"Oh, my God," Annie was
desperate. "Please, Scooter,
don't!!!!"
Scooter went to the bathroom, and
returned with a Styrofoam cup, filled to the halfway point with water. Annie's eyes grew wide with horror, as
Scooter took two paintbrushes, dipped them each in the water, and used to start
lightly stroking her helpless soles.
"Noooooooooooooooooooohohohohohohohohohoho."
Annie tried to move her feet, but
she could not. She tried to scrunch her
toes, but she could not. Her laughter
started once more, as Scooter used the brushes to paint an invisible picture on
the bottoms of her feet. Annie laugh
loud and hard, as Scooter moved the brushes all over her feet, underneath her
toes, and in between her toes. He used
the brushes for about ten minutes, and then cut off another string of
yarn. Annie surged with violent
laughter, as Scooter pulled the yarn between each of her toes, using it like
dental floss. After flossing her toes
for several minutes, he used the ends of the yarn to lightly tickle the bottoms
of Annie's feet, which did not cause extreme laughter, but it still tickled,
nevertheless.
As Annie lay laughing, Scooter
grabbed the feathers, and started lightly scratching her soles. He started at the heel, and then proceeded
slowly up along the arch, then across the ball, and into her toes. Then he started back down. For several minutes, Scooter continued in
that slow, methodical fashion, grinning from ear to ear, as tears of ticklish
laughter streamed down Annie's face. The
pitch of Annie's laughter was gradually getting higher. She was laughing harder and harder with each
tickling stroke. She always jerked more
violently, when the feathers reached the sensitive undersides of her toes. At one point, Scooter spent several minutes
torturing the undersides of her toes, with the feather.
After about fifteen minutes of
feather tickling, Scooter put the feathers down.
"Are you ready," Scooter
asked.
Annie shook her head, still laughing
and unable to speak.
With that, Scooter pulled out the
toothbrushes, again, and started to scrub the bottoms of her feet. Within seconds, Annie was jerking with
outrageous laughter. She went back into
silent laughter, and was pulling as hard as she could, against her
restraints. She wet herself again. She didn't care, though. All she cared about was the time when the
tickling stopped. Her struggles soon
stopped, again, and she just lay limp, laughing almost uncontrollably. Scooter soon abandoned the brushes, and
started using his fingers, to try to find every ticklish spot on her feet. He tickled the tops and the bottoms, and
listened joyfully, as Annie screamed with laughter. Just when Annie felt sure that he was going
to tickle her for eternity, Scooter stopped.
Annie was still laughing so hard,
that she didn't notice when Scooter untied her wrists, knees, and ankles. Scooter left the room, for a few minutes, and
when he came back, Annie was lying on the bed, fast asleep, her body still having
little spasms, from the tickling she had just endured. Scooter though to himself, how easy it would
be to tie her back up, and give her another dose when she wakes up........