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Felicia was a drop dead gorgeous girl. At 18 years old, she was 5’5”, 110 pounds, with blonde hair down to her shoulder blades and beautiful blue eyes. She had a smile that truly lit up a room, and it matched her sweet and caring personality. She was literally one of the nicest people you could ever meet, a popular girl at school who made friends with anyone even when she didn’t try, and she volunteered at both a hospital and a homeless shelter. She was a senior in the local high school, and was on the cheerleading squad. She looked absolutely beautiful in her uniform, which she wore to school. Her shirt was red and black, and the team name “Tigers” was printed across her small (but not too small. In other words, juuuuust right) B-cup breasts in gold lettering. It was sleeveless, showing off her bare shoulders and smooth armpits. When standing normally, the shirt came down to just above her belly button, but when she leaned back her entire stomach was uncovered. Her skirt was very short and was red and the hem was gold. This showed off her smooth and beautiful legs. Her tiny size 5 feet were hidden in white cotton socks and white tennis shoes.
As mentioned before, Felicia was the sweetest and most innocent girl ever to walk through the hallways of a high school, but she may have also been the most ticklish. She was EXTREMELY ticklish and seriously feared really “getting it” (she didn’t have a phobia of tickling or anything, and she didn’t mind playing around even though she couldn’t even handle a playful tickling for more than a few seconds). One time, her big football player ex-boyfriend (current boyfriend at the time) was hanging out with her alone at her house when he grabbed her from behind and started tickling her sides and ribs. She was wearing a thick sweatshirt, not the thin cheerleading sleeveless T-shirt she was wearing today, and she still was out of breath after less than a minute. Her absolute worst spot is her feet, you couldn’t even touch her feet without her laughing hysterically!
Now her ticklishness hasn’t affected her life or anything, but today is a different story. As she was walking home from school, a black van pulled up beside her and the passenger came up behind her, put a chloroformed-soaked rag over her face that rendered her unconscious, put her in the back of the van and drove away without anybody seeing what happened. Felicia woke up an hour later, still fully clothed, in a dark and scary room. It was dimly lit due to the large torches in each corner and the small light that shined directly overhead (one of those lights detectives use to give crooks the 3rd degree), making her the only thing that a person could really see well in the room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were also made of brownish rock and were a bit damp. Skulls hung randomly from the walls, each with a small candle inside of them. That made Felicia more terrified than she already was, but what scared her more was that she couldn’t move at all.
The poor girl was strapped to a metal table of some sort. She was laying on her back with her arms above her head and her legs extended straight out. Her wrists were a foot apart from each other, as were her feet. Metal clamps restrained her wrists, elbows, and ankles. She was only able to wiggle her hands and feet, as well as lift her buttocks and arch her back. She could not even bend her knees the slightest bit. Her shirt now revealed her smooth, flat belly. Her feet, still in tennis shoes, hung off the edge of the table. “HELP ME, SOMEONE!” cried a scared and terrified Felicia. “I’M TRAPPED IN HERE, PLEASE GET ME OUT! PLEASE!” She was well aware of how vulnerable she was, especially due to her revealing cheerleader uniform. It was easy to see her white panties under her skirt from the foot of the table, and her legs were just far enough apart for someone to violate her in the worst way which only made her panic more. She screamed and screamed until, after 15 minutes, it seemed no one was coming. She lay there, controlling the urge to cry and praying to God to let this be a bad dream, and she continued to lay there unable to move for over 3 hours. She was practically on the verge of going crazy until she heard a metal door being opened. Ahead of her, a metal door opened (just like she heard, which proved along with being ticklish she also good hearing), and four figures entered the room, closing and locking the door behind them.
It was a family of four, a mother, father, brother, and sister. The father was short and stocky, roughly 5’8”, wearing a black leather vest over his bare, hairy, ugly chest. He was also wearing black leather pants and boots. He was bald, and he has a stern look on his face. His name was Robert.
The mother, Claudia, towered over her husband at 6’6”. She was a stereotypical Goth, with dyed black hair, black shirt that revealed her bare shoulders but still had a very small sleeve (A/N I have no idea what that type of shirt is called but it is made to emphasize the woman’s shoulders while not actually being sleeveless). She is pretty fat, maybe weighing 250 pounds. Her double D’s are in danger of coming straight out her shirt, and she is wearing black cotton pants and black high heels. She has black lipstick, long black fingernails, and pale white skin, as well as an evil smile as she looked Felicia up and down.
The daughter was named Ester, and she looked a lot like her mother (she was also a Goth and had the same hair, nail, and lipstick color as well as the same skin tone). Her face looked similar to her mother’s except it was covered in acne and she just stared moodily at the kidnapped cheerleader. She wore mostly the same outfit as her mother, except more modest around the chest area, long sleeved and no bare shoulder, and she wore black sneakers rather than heels. She was also fat, and she stood rough 5’6”.
Her younger brother was named Bobby (real name was Robert II but everyone called him Bobby to differentiate him from his dad), and surprisingly he was the only one who looked anywhere near “normal”, though he still looked like a freak. He was a nerd, but only because of his youth. He was 14, had curly red hair and braces in his teeth. He was skinny and was wearing a red short-sleeved collar shirt that made him look like he should be part of the school’s chess team. His brown khaki pants were pulled up so high even Steve Urkel would think he’s crazy. He wore brown loafers, and stared at this beautiful older cheerleader, grinning ear to ear. He was also short and skinny. 5’3”, even smaller than Felicia.
Felicia immediately recognized Ester and Bobby, especially Bobby, because they both went to her school. Bobby was a freshman and he had the hugest crush on Felicia. He asked her out repeatedly, and she rejected him every time. At first she thought it was cute how this little boy liked her, then it became slightly annoying and soon it was downright irritating. Ester was in a couple of her classes, she was 17, but Felicia had no idea until now that they even knew each other. She and Ester weren’t really friends, not that Felicia didn’t want to be but that’s just how it was. Hey, you can’t be friends with everybody.
Upon seeing a couple of her classmates, Felicia began to feel more hopeful. “Ester? Bobby? Thank God you guys found me! I don’t know what happened! Someone knocked me out and kidnapped me, I don’t even know how I got here, or how long I’ve been here, but I can’t move. Quickly, find a way to get me out before the kidnappers return.” When the entire family looked at one another and then started laughing hysterically, Felicia realized just how naïve she was, as well as how hopeless everything had become. These people WERE the kidnappers!
“Dumb girl,” remarked Claudia. “Yeah, seriously,” added Robert. Felicia swallowed hard and her whole body started to tremble with fear. “Oh my God, what do you want with me?”
Bobby spoke as they all surrounded the table, boys on Felicia’s left and girls on her right. “This is revenge. I fell in love with you, I put myself out there just to talk to a pretty girl like you, and you ignore me? You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and I used to think that beauty should be rewarded. Worshipped like a Da Vinci painting. I would have treated you like a princess, but now I’ve realized that beauty is not as wonderful as people say it is. A Da Vinci painting shouldn’t be preserved, it should be slowly burned.” Felicia’s eyes went wide with terror as he spoke these words. Now she was certain they were going to kill her.
Now it was Ester’s turn to speak. “I tried out during freshman year to become a cheerleader, but I didn’t make the cut. Why? Because they liked you better, you little bitch. Because you look so damn good in that uniform and I look ugly. I tried to be your friend as a way to put that behind us, but you were always too busy to give me the time of day.” Ester was lying to herself and didn’t even know it; she had tried once to talk to Felicia but chickened out because her (Felicia’s) friends were there. She was, in reality, jealous of Felicia’s beauty and ability to attract boys as well as her loving and sweet personality.
“You made our children’s high school careers a living hell, you little whore,” yelled Robert angrily. Claudia added, “And now you will be punished, the suffering you receive will be worse than that you have inflicted upon our children.” “You are going to be tortured mercilessly,” said Robert in a harsh whisper, his face hovering just above Felicia’s, his eyes wide with anger. Felicia’s eyes were wide too, but with fear. Her mouth slowly dropped open and she felt tears begin to form. “N-no, please, wait. Don’t hurt me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do all that. Please don’t kill me,” she begged. She knew that these people were crazy, she had done nothing wrong but that didn’t matter. She was the one strapped to a table in a dungeon wearing a cheerleader’s uniform, not them.
The adults laughed at her. “Please,” said Claudia, “we said torture, not kill. And we won’t leave any marks on that cute little body of yours. My daughter found out something about you at school some time ago. Tell her, sweetie.” “A few weeks ago, you were in the cafeteria with your snobby friends, when Chris, captain of the football team, came up behind you an poked you in your ribs. I think you jumped clear up to the third floor. Then I heard your friends tell him that you are REALLY ticklish and how you can’t stand to be tickled. Especially on your feet, I heard that one time when you were in junior high, some girl sat on your foot and tickled you for about a minute and you started crying.” Felicia started sobbing about midway through Ester’s story, as she was absolutely terrified. To her, tickling was a sadistic form of torture, especially in the position she was in.
Robert added, “My and my wife own a BDSM club, and one of the things we specialize in is tickling. We have tickle tortured people who didn’t even think they were ticklish. My wife even made grown men cry, and these were tough guys who were barely even ticklish. We’ve taught everything we know to the kids so they can one day take over the family business. Bobby can torture someone like I’ve never seen before, and Ester has made boys her age pass out. But of course, no one can tickle torture someone like my wife, isn’t that right sweetie?” “That’s right, dear, and you aren’t so bad yourself,” replied Claudia with a wink before looking back down at Felicia. “And now, little girl, it’s time for you to suffer.” Ester and Bobby took their positions on either side of Felicia’s bare legs. Claudia went to the head of the table while Robert stayed where he was. They all slowly reached towards the poor, helpless cheerleader with their fingers.
“NO!! OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON’T—NO HA
HA HA HA
HA HA HA…..” Felicia’s desperate plea for mercy was lost in
hysterical laughter as they all began tickling her at once. They didn’t even
start slow and gradually up the intensity, these sadistic ticklers went all out
from the beginning. Felicia felt a pair of hands on each knee (one squeezing
just above the kneecap and one behind the knee), Claudia’s long fingernails
tickling her armpits, while Robert’s large, rough hands dug into her ribs
through her shirt. “
As Robert switched the focus of his assault from her covered ribs to her bare stomach, Bobby asked, “Can I get her boobs now like you promised? I want to see her boobies.” “Yeah and I want to tickle her feet,” said Ester. “You guys said I could. I REALLY want to make her suffer, so let me tickle her feet already.”
“No, you two will get your chance later, alright?” said Claudia. “But…” they both began to protest when their father angrily cut them off. “Listen to your mother, the both of you, or else you won’t even get to touch this girl again! Understood?” “Yes, Dad,” they both mumbled. In his moment of anger, the intensity of Robert’s tickling increased, which drove Felicia into a frenzy (which was amazing considering that she was already in one). Bobby kept one hand under her knee while using the other to tickle her inner thigh, just short of the hem of her skirt. Ester had one hand under her other knee and the other was tickling her calf. Felicia shook her head wildly back and forth laughing hysterically. She couldn’t even manage to beg anymore, she was just laughing. Tears streamed down her face.
This went on for little over an hour. It was the most horrible torture Felicia had ever received in her young life. Claudia’s torture of her armpits was constant, but Robert alternated between tickling her ribs, sides, stomach, belly button, waist, and hips. Their children made them proud, mercilessly working over every inch of Felicia’s legs. For the last 15 minutes, she had begun silent laughter, only emitting a terrified shriek whenever someone touched her in a different place. They let her rest for a bit. She lay there for 10 minutes catching her breath, her chest heaving was the only movement she made. Finally, she began to plead for her freedom again. “P-please, no more. I can’t take it anymore, I’m too ticklish. I’m sorry for everything I did, I swear, please I’ll do anything you want. Just let me go, I beg of you.” “Well it seems like the little princess is ready for more,” commented Robert maliciously. “C’mere son.” With that, Robert moved next to Felicia’s right arm, his son to her left. Ester stood next to her father, Claudia next to Bobby. “No! Please don’t! I’ve learned my lesson, I swear! Please don’t tickle me anymore!”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, however, as another wave of torturous tickling began. The men each drove all the fingers on one hand into her armpits, using their other hand to tickle her sensitive ribcage. Ester ran her fingers all over Felicia’s right hip and the right side of her waist while Claudia skittered her long nails (which made the tickling more excruciating) over her stomach while also tickling her outer thighs. For almost a half hour, Felicia’s hysterical laughter and shrill screaming was mixed with all sorts of pleas to stop the tickling, such as going on a date with Bobby, being Ester’s best friend, and talking to the captain of the cheerleading squad about Ester replacing her on the team. But they didn’t listen, all they wanted was for Felicia to suffer greatly, which she was. After that, all that was left coming from her mouth was choked laughter with a few Oh my God’s. Robert stopped tickling her armpits so he could tickle the side of her neck. When she leaned her neck over in order to stop the tickling, trying not to give him a space to tickle, he removed his hands from her ribs to hold down her forehead, immobilizing her head with his surprisingly strong hand while tickling her neck mercilessly. Having her head held in place made everything more excruciating for her (not even counting the fact that her neck was being tortured) because before, it was the only thing she was really able to move, with the exception of wiggling her hands and feet. She had also been able to see what they were doing, but now all she could see was the ceiling and every poke and prod came as an unexpected shock to her. It also made her more ticklish, in a certain sense. When a person is bound loosely and tickled, they will thrash around in attempt to make the mind concentrate on something other than the tickling, but when as tightly restrained as Felicia was, all the mind could concentrate on is the tickling. And when the ticklee is as sensitive as Felicia, that only made the sensation more unbearable.
Bobby inserted his slender fingers through the armholes of Felicia’s shirt, tormenting her sides just under her underarms and the area just above her chest next to her armpits. Felicia desperately tried to move her arms down in order to cover her body and prevent the boy from tickling her, but the metal clamps that held down her wrists and elbows were too powerful and left her tender hollows in the most vulnerable position possible.
Claudia’s fingernails lightly flicked each side of Felicia’s slim, sensitive waist. The kidnapped teenager tried to move her body to escape the torturous fingernails, but all she could really do was arch her back and lift or swivel her buttocks, and she could only move her body an inch or so. After a minute of this, she was too exhausted to try to move, making an already easy target an even easier target.
As Robert began tickling under her chin, Ester reached over and began tickling her panty line right through her skirt. Again, Felicia tried to move her body to avoid this, but Ester applied pressure with her hands, both restraining AND tickling her captive.
Felicia began desperately gasping for air, as she was running out of breath. Her lungs ached and her throat was sore. She tried to beg and plead again, but she could only mouth the word “please”. Silent laughter began again along with the occasional scream. Whenever somebody went to a new position, she seemed to find a new source of energy, laughing and screaming and begging and pleading. She felt a moment of very slight relief when Robert let go of her head, but her eyes bulged and she erupted into another wave of intense giggling as he began tickling her wrists (she didn’t even know her arms were ticklish). His hands tormented her forearm and bicep. She was even more sensitive than she thought. This went on for FOUR HOURS, until Felicia slipped into unconsciousness. Out of Claudia’s pocket came smelling salts, which woke the girl up. Once she saw her 4 torturers standing over her, she broke into tears. “Please, no more! No more! I can’t take it anymore!”
“Boy, doesn’t Little Miss Perfect sound like a broken record?” remarked Claudia. “You said it, sweetheart,” replied her husband. “Well now you feel just a fraction of the pain my children went through, but it will take much, much more tickle torture for you to learn your lesson.” Felicia’s eyes went wide at the thought of more tickle torture. “NO! PLEASE, I’VE LEARNED MY LESSON!!!!” “No you did not! You do not feel bad about your crimes, you just can’t take the punishment anymore. Well you are going to have to, because you will be here for days, weeks even,” replied Robert. Felicia felt any remaining traces of hope flow right out of her body. Did he just say she would have to endure this horrible torture for WEEKS? She could never hope to do that. She wouldn’t make it.
Claudia spoke, her words only making things worse. “Today was just a warm-up, we only went after the areas that you left exposed and bare, which there ARE quite a bit of. Wait until we really get you, wait until we get those really sensitive, private spots. And of course, wait until we get your most ticklish spot: your feet.” As she said this, she slowly looked down to Felicia’s feet, still clad in tennis shoes and socks. The fetish dom turned to her kids. “But now it’s late, and you two have to get to bed.” Ester and Bobby started to protest, seeing how tomorrow was Saturday, but Claudia held out a hand and silenced them. “Not another word from you two. Don’t make me embarrass you in front of our ‘guest’.” With that the whole family turned to the door. Robert pressed a button next to it which looked like a light switch, and the door unlocked.
Somehow, Felicia worked up the courage to speak, almost to make a threat. “You guys know that the police are probably looking for me, and so are my parents since I didn’t come home yet.” Robert turned to her and laughed. “Don’t worry, this room is soundproof. And no one saw us abduct you, no one saw us take you here, and no one would even think to question us. People will suspect you were captured by terrorists or something ridiculous like that before they even begin to question us. Don’t worry sweetheart, we’re quite safe. No one will ever find you. Good night then.” He flicked another switch (let’s clear this up now. Next to the door there are 3 “light switches” lined up horizontally about 6 inches apart from each other. The first one is actually a light switch, the second locks the door and there is also a switch for this outside, and the third releases the metal restraints that traps Felicia on the table) and the lights went off, even the torch lights. Apparently, the tortures turn on and off using electricity. The family closed the door behind them and a metal click was heard, the sound of the door locking. The room was pitch black and Felicia was all alone. She felt like a prisoner on Death Row awaiting execution. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.
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