for Chako tickle story: The Trap II
I Curse Alot
I was a slave. A slave to the little sister of the girl I wanted to
marry. Brenda , my love, was heart-broken when i called off the wedding. But
there was nothing I could do. Her little sister, Cassie, had a sample of my
semen on one of her outfits and she warned me that if i didnt do as she said,
she would cry rape. Maybe I would get lucky with a good lawyer, but even if i
had won in court, Brenda still would never trust me completely again. That was
Cassie's plan all along. And it worked. Me and Brenda were finished. I broke
her heart. But whats worse, the orders from Cassie didnt stop there. She had
the upper hand and she knew it.
Cassie started to use me as a slave after that. Making me run errands for
her, taking her wherever she wanted to go, doing embarassing things in front of
people for her amusement. All the while she would remind me, "If you don't do
as I say, Ill show the dress tomy father and we will press charges of rape
against you." One ofthe worst things she would have me do is order me to lay
on her bed to be tied and tickled. She would invite her friends over to watch,
including my ex-girlfriend Janet, who had leaked the information that helped
Cassie blackmail me in this way. The next two months were very trying, although
i must admit somthing. Either I was getting used to it, or there was somthing
about taking orders from Cassie that turned me on. None the less...I couldn't
live this way, not for another minute. It was time for a plan.
As I was picking up Cassie's clothes from the dry cleaners, I noticed Janet
walking down the road, on her way to the bank i presumed. I decided to put my
plan into action. "Janet, I need to talk to you." I said. "What's up,
slaveboy?" she said sarcastically. "Thats just it, actually,"I retorted, "Its
about being Cassie's slaveboy." She listened as I layed it all out for her:
"So, I know that Brenda was a huge mistake....Cassie actually saved me from
making that mistake. But Cassie is greedy, she wants me for herself. I told
her that i really want to be with you, but you know Cassie...she doesnt care
what I want. So I need your help, Janet. We have to get Cassie alone, and
make her tell mewhere the dress is. I want to be with you Janet, I miss you.
But I can't as long as Cassie has this over me. Will you help me?"
Janet listened to every word. If she were to tell Cassie anything I had
said, it would be all over for me. But I had to chance it...It was all or
nothing. Janet thought for a long moment. Then she reached out and hugged me.
"I missed you too Patch!..Yes, I'll help you. Just tell me what to do." So I
told her my plan.....
Cassie was sitting in her room as usual, her father and my long lost "true"
love downstairs. Janet went to the house as planned and got Cassie to follow
her to an apartment. I think the ruse was that Janet had somthing "cool" to
show her. Perhaps I had overestimated Cassie...If it were me, I would've been
suspicious, maybe even weary. But afterall, Cassie was still young...and
fortunatly for me, very niave. The sleeping tablets I put in BOTH of thier
drinks would work out nicely.
Janet kept Cassie there as they drank, never knowing that her own drink was
spiked as well. It was easy work binding the two of them up after they had
fallen asleep. When Cassie had woken up first, the look in her eyes as she
realized what was happening was almost priceless. "Good morning sleepy
head...."I siad to her. Cassie was dressed in all black. She was never the
same person two days in a row, and I guess i caught her on her "Gothic" night.
She was wearing a tight nylon tank top, and mathing think nylon skirt. Her
black sheer hose and gothic punk boots completed the outfit. Cassie had blonde
hair, and a body that had blossomed a little too early. Janet, being tall and
lanky, however, was Cassie's opposite. Janet was wearing plain jeans and a
tee-shirt, that showed off her small but perky breasts. I smiled as I looked
at Janet's feet, encased in cowboy boots; her sesitive feet was one of the
reasoned I stayed with her as long as i did. But Cassie was waking up, and it
was time to seek revenge.
She said nothing to me in return of my greeting. She just pouted like a
little kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "I think you know what I
want. And I think you know what Im going to doto you to get it." I said,
getting straight to the point. I knew howticklish Cassie was. I had never
tickled her myself before, but when your a tickle fetishist like me, you pick
up ion things like that. Perhaps Brenda had told me a story once aboutCassie
being tickled, right now i oculdnt remember, but the fact that she was
extremely ticklish stuck in my mind like super-glue. Janet I knew from
experiance to be ticklish, but it was Cassie i owuld have the most fun with.
Finding her breaking point, exploring until i find her weakest spots, this was
really going to be fun.
Cassie had a stange look in her eyes. It un-nerved me a little because
although I knew i had the upper hand, there was no fear in her eyes. As if she
had for some time expected this to heppen..or somthing like it anyways. I
started to take off her boots. She struggled a little but there really wasnt
much she could do bound to all four corners of the bed as she was. After i had
her left boot off, it was easy to get the right off by threatening to tickle
her left foot with my fingers. Janet was still out of it.
"Now, were going to play a game...its called 'tell or be tickled'. Now the
rules are, I tickle you until you tell mewhere this so called 'dress' is.
Wanna play? lets play." She looked at me as i spoke, and then rolled her
eyes and said "Fine, do whatever you want, freak. Im not ticklish like you
are." "No?" i said feigning dissapointment. Oh well, might as well try
anyways right?" I asked. "Like i said, whatever." She was good at bluffing,
I'd give her that much.
I started to trace little lines on the bottom of her left foot with my
index finger. Making little circles, gaugng her reactions in the process. She
closed her mouth, and her foot stopped moving alltogether as if she was
straining the muscles in it to keep it still. I imagine her teeth were gritted
behind her lips as well. I smiled at her..."Sure your not even a little
ticklish?" I scraped the bottom of her foot with one finger all the way up.
Her foot jerked. so I soninued scraping lightly...all the way up her left
foot. "How come your foot keeps jerking?...you said your not ticklish
right..." I teased, as i tickled her stocking clad foot. I started to move all
my fingers on both soles of her feet, very very slowly, and slowly building up
speed. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep a staright face as each
second passed. "Since your not ticklish, this should feel good....maybe i
should speed up a little...you know make it feel better......like
that..yeah..hows that feel?" Her legs were jerking now beyond her control.
Trying all on thier own to escape the ministartions of my tickly little
fingers. Any rational person wouldve given up on thsi ruse by now and admitted
to being ticklish. It was obvious already. But she looked at me and said "I
told you Im not ticklish...I dont want you touching me...thats all." "Really."
i said. Growing old of the ruse I scrabbled my nails all over the insteps of
both her nylon covered feet. She couldnt hide it anymore...she winced, and
began kicking wildly, finally, she started making sounds....
"Aahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! awwww, quit it!...c'mon stop it stop it!! "She
began pleading already. "Tell me where the dress is, and Ill stop." Janet was
waking up from all the noise Cassie was making. "Wha....wh, whats?" she began
to say. I stopped tickling Cassie for a moment to tend to Janet. "Good
morning Janet, glad you could join us." Janet relized now where she was and
that she was tied up along with ehr friend on the other bed in the hotel room.
"But...But we had a deal!!" Cassie looked over at Janet, "Waht deal?!?" I
laughed out loud. "Cassie, Janet helped me set you up. Some friends you
have...and as for you Janet...Cassie told you that she blakmailed me all for
you...i hope you know by now that Cassie had her own interests in mind. Either
way, you two were meant for each other...a couple of liars!"I said to both of
them. They looked at each other in disgust, blaming each other for thier
current predicament.
I started tickling Cassie again as Janet stared on nervously. Cassie was a
tough girl, but it onlytook a matter of minutes to break her. She told me
exacly where the dress was, along with all the pictures she tookof me ove rthe
past two months. Phase one of my plan was a complete success. it was time for
phase two.....because now, I'd have to make sure that Cassie and Janet never
interfered with me again....
To be continued..............
Mr. J.L.
DrJohnnyLove