"I have just the thing in mind for this. I play this game with my friends a lot. Well, something like it. You tell me the phone number of one of your friends. Then I invite them over and we both tickle you until you cough up a third number, and that person comes over until you cough up a fourth, etcetera etcetera. How does that sound, hmm?" She idly traced a pattern over my sensitized stomach as she explained the rules, seemingly oblivious to my discomfort.
"Hehehe! And what if -hehehe!-don't want to tell you their number?Hehe."
She turned and smirked down at me. "Oh, I'm sure I can convince you eventually..." She started dancing her fingernails over my sides again, and I braced myself for the renewed assault. Truth is, there were quite a few people who would like some vengeance on me for a few, uh, light tickles that may have occurred in the distant past. Still, I was too surprised to question it when she stopped. "I'm starting to think I simply don't have enough arms to tickle you with. Fortunately, I came prepared." She turned and jogged out of the room, and once she was gone I struggled at the duct tape still holding me firmly against the chair. Hearing those words had given me an idea as to what she was going for - I had probably said something quite similiar myself in the past - and knew just how long I could typically last against that particular little implement...
My struggles came to naught, save reminding me why I rarely used duct-tape as a restraint (it was quite uncomfortable to reflexively pull away from) as Katelyn dashed back into the room and knealt at my feet. She was holding something I couldn't make out, and strapping it to my foot with duct-tape. I chortled at the slight feeling of bristles worming into the skin beween my toes, and hoped she wasn't using a toothebrush. Those devious little things tickled like mad in the right hands! She was onto the other foot by now, and I squirmed my toes to confound her efforts as best I could, and to avoid the little tickles that accompanied her work. Grinning evilly, she stepped back and looked over her handiwork. "Well, big-boy, this ought to be fun! Ah, sometimes I feel so evil I could just torture myself!" With that announcement, she leaned forward and touched something on my feet.
Tickles exploded upwards through my body without warning. I burst into renewed laughter as my nerves lit up, all yelling out the primal message 'Make it stop!'. My body struggled to fulfill that command, and I bucked and writhed desperately but futiley. I could feel dozens of tiny, stiff little bristles working away furiously in the space between my biggest and second toes on my right foot, and the base of the arch on my left foot. "Ahahahahaha! You little monster! Ahahahah! I'll get you for thihihis!" Katelyn wasn't even looking at my face though, simply examining my twitching feet.
"You know, I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something to go with this...Oh! That's right!" She pulled out a few more pieces of tape, pressing the instruments of tickle - which I was now fairly certain were electric toothbrushes - harder into my sensetized flesh. "And, while I'm at it, remeber you can always stop this by giving me a number. Though I can't promise I won't use this technique when your friend gets here!"
"Ahahahah! Turn them off! Turn them offhoffhoff!!! Ahahahah!" As determined as I was to not give her the satisfaction of surrendering, and fairly used to tickling, I still hadn't been tickled like this in a long, long time. And as I felt myself tearing up, the idea finally came to be in the back of my mind that if I gave her a number, perhaps whoever she wound up calling might decide to get their revenge later and actually spring me now.
With that in mind, I quickly gasped out a number when Katelyn held up a third brush and started lowering it towards my navel. "That's it? Splendid!" She went to retrieve the phone, not bothering to turn off the devices on my poor, poor feet.
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