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48. Tickle torture
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Carrie grumbled in her gag. It had been at least an hour, according to her since Karen and Tamara had left her to release Miranda from the cuffs and chains. She figured it would not take that long to get the woman released and come back to her to release her. It had been fun to be tied up in the beginning, and when the twins had moved her to the bathroom and back to the bedroom, she actually was enjoying it, but now, being unable to move much, being unable to get rid of the wad filling her mouth, it had become less fun and more irritation.
“Hmmppffff.”
She had fought her bonds, both with all her strength and with her brain, trying to find an escape in the bonds, but neither method had resulted in her getting free from the ropes. The twins were good at tying people and escape had eluded her so far. Suddenly the door to the closet opened again.
“Well, what do we have here?” Miranda said, looking down at the tightly tied Carrie.
All Carrie could do was laugh, which sounded distorted due to the gag in her mouth.
“First she ties me up and then she gets herself kidnapped. I could have been tied to that pole forever.”
Miranda sat down next to Carrie and started on untying the ropes that held Carrie to the side of the cabinet.
“Hmmppffff.” Carrie muttered in her gag.
“No, I am not taking your gag out. I am just going to release you from being tied to the sides of the closet. This looks pretty tight to me; I can make you rock back and forth of you weren’t tied down to the sides.” Miranda said, looking at the hogtie.
Carrie nodded. It was tight and she started to feel her back, but she just had to endure it. It took a few minutes before Miranda had all ropes untied that held Carrie in position on the floor.
“Better?” Miranda asked.
Carrie shook her head. She wanted out of the hogtie. She could feel the rope around her ankles with her fingers, so tight had the boys made it. Her shoulders were pulled back and could not touch the floor and her knees were also off the ground.
“Tammie said you were ticklish.” Miranda stated with a grin on her face.
Carrie cursed in her gag. She knew she was very ticklish, having her daughter tell Miranda was not really what she wanted, as she knew what was going to happen.
“Hmmppffff.” She grunted in her gag, trying to crawl away from Miranda.
“Go on, try to get away.”
The bound, gagged, and blindfolded woman on the floor tried, but the hogtie was so tight that she did not make much progress, no matter how hard she tried. In the end she gave up, breathing heavy from the exercise.
“You moved a little, but not much.” Miranda said, before she dug her nails into Carrie’s sides.
“Hmmmppppfffffff.” Carrie screamed in her gag.
It was hard to determine if she was laughing or crying, but Miranda kept tickling her. Her sides, her arms, her feet, Miranda tickled all over and it did not seem to make a difference in the gagged noises coming from Carrie where she tickled. Carrie’s breathing had turned into short bursts of breathing in between fits of laughter. She shook her head, but Miranda ignored her. Having the gag in her mouth did not help, breathing was a lot more difficult than normal. The tickling continued and Carrie started to fear she would lose control of her bladder if Miranda kept going. Suddenly Miranda stopped.
“That was 2 minutes.” Miranda said.
“Only 2 minutes?” Carrie thought.
“I’ll let you calm down and then we’ll go for 5 minutes.”
With all her might, Carrie fought her bonds, shaking her head. The 2 minutes had been bad enough, let alone 5 minutes and, as Carrie suspected, maybe even more.
“Hmmppppfffff.”
She tried to remind Miranda that she had helped Carrie with getting her chained up in the shop, it had not been all her doing.
“Maybe I should take it easier on you, after all, I told you how to tie me up. I am partly to blame.” Miranda said, as if she had read Carrie’s mind.
Just as Carrie relaxed a little after that statement, Miranda’s nails dug into her waist again and she screamed in her gag.
“Nah, this is way too much fun.” Miranda said.
Another round of tickling followed. Even with the gag in her mouth, her screams were loud, but she figured all the others would be outside and not hear her, making it not very likely that somebody would come to her rescue. Tears ran down her face, the blindfold not stopping them, her breathing becoming labored again. Every time she figured Miranda was done, her fingers would touch somewhere else and Carrie would scream out loud. At least she could move a little more, not being tied to the sides of the closet again, but the tight hogtie did not make it easier.
“Come on, 3 minutes down, 2 more to go.”
To Carrie the 3 minutes had felt like a lifetime. The tickling attack was non-stop. Sweat stood on Carrie’s forehead, she was getting out of breath, not being able to suck in air through her mouth.
“One minute.” Miranda stated, going back to Carrie’s sides again.
The helpless woman couldn’t wait for the tickling to stop. She tried to count the time, but the tickling was way too distracting.
“Hmmmppppfffffff.” She pleaded in her gag.
“Time.” Miranda said, stopping the tickle attack.
All Carrie could do was sucking in as much air as she could.
“Had enough?”
The nod was almost imperceptible, Carrie was so busy trying to suck in oxygen.
“Too bad. The next one will be 10 minutes.” Miranda said.
“Hmmmppppfffffff.” She pleaded in her gag, shaking her head.
She would not survive 10 minutes of this, Carrie knew. Miranda knew exactly how to tickle her. Not too hard, not to soft, those fingernails would dig in just enough to make her very sensitive to the touch. Tamara was not as good at tickling as Miranda, this was way worse than what she had done earlier.
“Ready?” Miranda asked.
Carrie tensed, awaiting the fingers to attack her again, but nothing happened.
“That was fun to see.” Miranda said.
The body of Carrie visibly relaxed.
“Hmmmpppfffff.” She screamed when Miranda’s fingernails lightly stroke her sides.
“I think you had enough.”
Miranda started on the gag, allowing Carrie to breath easier. Big gulps of air were sucked in by Carrie. In the meantime, Miranda worked on the hogtie rope. The knots had gone tight due to the wild trashing Carrie had done, but eventually Miranda had removed all ropes. All that Carrie could do was lay on the ground, trying to recover.
“That was mean.” She said after catching her breath.
“What? A 5-minute tickle?”
“Yes.”
“It was fun though.” Miranda said, smiling.
She was still sitting next to the freed woman.
“I suspect you may want to take a shower. You look like a mess. It will not hide the rope marks all over your body, but there is nobody here that does not know what games are being played around here occasionally, so I would not worry about them.”
“I probably should do that, yes. And then I need some food. All I had today was this scarf. Not very tasting. Worst thing was that I could smell the meat on the barbeque, and I was not having any of it.”
“There is enough left.” Miranda said.
“We always have way too much during these parties.” Carrie grinned, slowly sitting up.
Miranda helped Carrie to her feet and walked her over to the bathroom. Karen had already put towels ready for her and some of her clothes that she knew would fit Carrie.
“Take your time, we’re not going anywhere, and we’ll see you outside when you are done, okay?”
Carrie nodded. She closed the door after Miranda and got ready for a well-deserved shower.