Danica’s eyes widened at the sight of the mother and daughter, tied side by side on the couch. Her gaze snapped over to Gabby and Katie, who stood there innocently with hands behind their backs.
“Progress!? W-what kind of progress could you possibly be talking about?”
Gabby chimed in. "Well, we've practically trained Maxie to lick on command!" She gave the clicker a demonstrative click. The good boy perked up before diving back into the peanut butter covering Brie’s belly.
“We might even get a new badge soon.” Katie said aloud. She had turned off the mixer and was now using her fingers to scritch lightly around Hillary’s midsection. “I know! The belly button badge!” With that announcement, she snaked her pointer finger into the older woman’s tender divet and began wiggling it around.
"THAHAHAHAT'S NAHAHAHAT a REEEAAAL BAHAHAHADGE!!" Hillary cackled in response.
"Th-that's it, I'm putting a stop to this… right now!" Danica declared in her best leader voice.
Gabby and Katie shared a mischievous look, as if to say, “you and what army?” They were about to find out. Danica let out a shrill whistle and the living room descended into gleeful chaos as the rest of Troop Twelve in their crisp uniforms swarmed in through the front door.
"Girls, get them!"
Despite their best struggles, the mischievous pair were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer numbers and they found themselves on the floor, secured just as tightly as their former captives. Danica breathed a sigh of relief as the chaotic situation was finally brought under control.
At least, that's what she thought, until she heard the whir of the feather mixer start up again. Unfortunately, the rowdy scouts took what Danica said as carte blanche for fun rather than rescue. One of the scouts, a short haired girl, had picked up the fiendish device and was applying the whirling plumes against Hillary’s bare feet.
"Wh-what? NOHOHOHO wait, Hihihiahahahaha!!" Hillary howled. The new entrants seemed blessedly oblivious to her state of undress, though it didn’t stop them from targeting her bared skin.
"Hehehe, she sure does have a cute little belly!" One girl said, lightly poking Hillary's quivering navel.
"I'll bet she's super ticklish there!" Another chimed in, squeezing the woman's sides lightly.
Hillary's shrill pleading and laughter fell on deaf ears as the scouts swarmed over her in a frenzy of feathers and kneading fingers. With the mom sufficiently preoccupied, the girls shifted their attention to Brie, fresh squeals erupting from her mouth as the Troop descended upon her ribs and squirming sides. One girl grinned mischievously and looped her arm around Brie’s ankles, using her free hand to aggressively scratch the girl’s heels.
Their former captors weren’t faring any better. Their "teammates" took full advantage of their now bound state. Two girls quickly pounced on Katie relieving her of her shoes and socks. The dark-haired girl's shrill giggles spiked as the relentless digits scribbled up and down her soles and dug between each wiggling toe. Her companion, Gabby, was just as overwhelmed. The blonde scout writhed and thrashed as another of her troop mercilessly attacked her armpits. Her screams of laughter found a new voice as she felt a new sensation bubble up, the adorable wiggling of fingers in the hollows behind her knees.
Poor Danica had lost what little control she'd gained. The 19-year-old troop leader frantically tried to restore some semblance of order amidst the torrent of tickling. She tried calling out sternly, but her commands were largely drowned out by the squealing laughter filling the room. Her physical attempt also ended in failure, grabbing fistfuls of squirming uniform as she tried to tug the wriggling girls away. For every one she managed to get off Brie or Hillary, another took her place.
Someone calling her name caught her attention.
"D-Danica! Please...ahahahaha...m-my rohohohoobe!" Hillary cackled desperately. The fluffy white garment was dangerously close to falling off her shoulders. Thankfully, Danica managed to regain a sliver of her composure. With a firm determination, she gently shooed the snickering scouts away from Hillary and reached down to grasp the slipping fabric. With a few deft tugs, she pulled the robe's lapels and cinched the sash tight once more. Hillary's face shone with relief for the moment. Unfortunately, the smiling scouts were having none of that respite. As soon as Danica finished re-tying the robe's belt, they gleefully resumed the attack.
"I thought...you were...gonna...HAHAHAHAHA...STAHAHAHAP THEHEHEM?!?" Hillary cried as she felt fingers wriggling up the robe's loose cuffs to attack her armpits. Two more scouts took flanking positions on either side of her pushing their troop leader aside. Their little hands darted all around her robe, spidering over Hillary's ribcage in a flurry. The hapless mother pleaded desperately as her cackling resumed, twisting and flailing as much as her bonds would allow. But there was no escape.
The bound troublemaking scouts soon had their own set of new problems. The family's extra-large jar of peanut butter had been used to spread a thick layer of stickiness over their wrinkled soles and enthusiastically between their wriggling toes.
"Oh fudge..." Gabby whimpered, her and Katie's eyes going wide as the ever faithful Golden Retrieve eyed his new prize. A sharp click sent the eager dog into action. With a series of noisy lapping slurps, Maxie set to work greedily licking the peanut butter from their trapped soles and squirming toes. Gabby shrieked through explosive bouts of laughter, her arched feet wiggled uselessly as Maxie's rough, raspy tongue dragged from heel to toe over and over. Poor Katie simply dissolved into wordless hysterics, thrashing and bucking against her bonds. The feel of that slobbery tongue dragging through every ridge and wrinkle across her soles was unbearable. The uncontrollable laughter was made worse by the fact that the other scouts had taken positions around Gabby and Katie’s upper bodies and were squeezing, scritching, and scratching any ticklish part they could find.
While most of the giggling Troop was thoroughly occupied tormenting Gabby, Katie, and Hillary, one of the younger scouts approached Brie with the improvised tickle-mixer, its feathery tendrils spinning in a soft spiral. Brie's eyes went wide, instinctively shrinking back against the couch cushions. "H-Hey, what're you gonna do with that crazy thing?"
The adorable girl didn't respond, simply leaning in closer with an impish grin. Brie braced herself expecting the sensations to bubble up on her feet or tummy, but was surprised when she felt the spinning plume travel up her cheekbone along the delicate curve of her ear.
"AHH! C'mahahahan, cut it ou- OU-OUUTTT!!" Brie yelped, frantically jiggling her head as the maddening teasing caressed neck. It took every ounce of willpower to stifle her giggles and not burst into hysterics. The girl showed no mercy, teasingly flicking the feathers along Brie's jawline before circling back around behind the ear with tantalizing slowness. Her other hand cruelly pinned the thrashing teen's head in place, restricting desperate squirms. The maddening feathery tendrils swirled in light, skittering patterns around her ears, temples, nostrils, and cheeks, each area getting just enough torturous attention to revive the slowly mounting tingle before retreating. It was a unique form of torment, not directly explosive like the probing fingers or slobbery licks of peanut butter, but more insidious in its own way. Brie made a mental note of this technique.
The room fell into a sudden, startled hush as the front door creaked open. Like deer caught in headlights, every giggling girl and hysterical captive froze. There stood Hillary’s eldest daughter, Tina, regarding the scene before her, purely unperturbed: her mom and little sister bound alongside two others she didn’t recognize, all disheveled on the couch, in the midst of apparent tickle torture at the hands of what looked like an entire Girl Scout troop. Tina broke the silence with a loud sigh. Hillary watched her slip off her shoes, close the door behind her, and make her way around the corner up the stairs, all without a word. The sound of her footsteps gradually faded and ended with a door opening and closing in the distance. Tina’s arrival and subsequent absconding seemed to knock some sense back into the group. Danica was about to say something, but the scouts seemed to get the idea and began to untie Hillary and Brie, murmuring sheepish apologies. Once freed, Brie, being Brie, immediately began investigating the feather mixer, while Maxie finished off the last of the peanut butter from Katie’s toes.
Danica rushed over to Hillary as soon as she was untied. The young troop leader chewed her lip with an apprehensive expression. "Hey, Hillary..." she began in a mumble, unable to quite meet the older woman's eyes, but soon a flood of apologies came pouring out of her mouth. With the worst of it over, Hillary, being who she was, gently, she reached out and lifted Danica's chin until their eyes met, offering the abashed girl a warm, indulgent smile. With kind words and a comforting shoulder pat, the mother reassured the ashamed girl.
"Just promise me you'll try and keep better control over your rambunctious little crew next time, okay?" She flashed a teasing smirk. Her playful tone and irreverent smile earned another sheepish chuckle from Danica, who gave an emphatic nod. “Oh and one more thing…”
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