Synopsis: Danny gets locked in a bondage device, completely at the mercy of her friend Jen. Danny, up until that moment, was unaware that her friend was a closeted kink and is now unable to prevent Jen from tickling her mercilessly...
It was a hot summer day. Jen and Danny were each wearing sports bras and shorts, trying their hardest to stay cool in Jen's basement. Even the AC had a difficult time keeping the basement a bearable temperature it was so hot out. Danny was laying on a couch, fanning herself with her cap while the two girls watched a movie. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, letting the moving air of the fan flow over her exposed skin.
Jen was similarly spread out on the couch on the opposite side, her blonde hair tied back identical to Danny's. The pair sat in silence, watching their movie, silently sweating in the heat. As the movie ended, Danny sat up, stretching her arms and yawning.
"That wasn't a bad movie."
"Yeah, it was OK. Its so hot though, its hard to enjoy anything."
"Yeah."
The girls sat in silence for a while longer. Jen was thinking hard about whether or not she wanted to ask her friend if they wanted to do something else when she had an idea.
"You want to check out my parent's museum?"
"Your parent's what?"
Jen stood up and led Danny to one end of the basement.
"My parents own a private museum that they keep climate controlled. If anywhere is going to be anything but hot, it'll be in here."
Jen pushed open a door into a dark room. She flipped a switch and the lights turned, revealing a small, private collection of artifacts that her parents, being wealthy, had been able to collect over the years. Danny entered, feeling cool, conditioned air flowing over her body as she sighed in content.
"Dang, it's pretty nice in here!"
Danny had never been in the basement museum before. There were many things that took up large portions of the room. Vases sat within glass cases, scrolls and pictures on tiny stands and larger objects on their own platforms. Danny walked around, looking carefully at the interesting artifacts.
As Danny was looking, Jen had an idea. "Hey Danny, come over here and look at this one!"
Danny walked over to her friend who was standing in a corner near a large object. It consisted of a single recliner-looking red padded chair with four extensions coming off from each corner. Danny didn't know what she was looking at, so she asked Jen what it was.
"This is an old torture chair! This is a replica of what they would do in ancient times, like in Egypt. They used it to get information out of people in a non-lethal way."
"Oh, that's kind of cool!"
"You want to try it out?"
Danny blinked, unsure if she had heard correctly. "Try it out?"
"Yeah, why not! Just to see what it was like, being restrained like that."
"I mean, sure why not."
Danny sat down on the chair. The red padding was comfortable under her body. She applied the first strap around her waist herself, then another strap around her chest. They seemed just like seat belts so she knew she couldn't possibly break them. She held a hand up to the bar, allowing Jen to secure it in place. She put a strap around her wrist and elbow, cinching them down tight. Doing this for the other hand secured Danny's upper body tightly in place. Her arms were now held up above her head and out to the sides at angles with her chest and waist unable to wiggle side-to-side.
Jen quickly moved to Danny's legs. She applied straps to each ankle and one strap for each above and below the knee. Her legs were spread out at angles, her bare feet wiggling as she tested out the restraints. Each leg was also at a slight incline, making it even more restricting for Danny. When Jen was finished, she couldn't budge in the slightest.
"Wow, this is... really tight..."
"Do you like it?"
"It isn't terrible, I feel fine for being in a 'torture chair'. Not gonna lie, its kind of enjoyable, being stuck here. It's kinda comfy." Danny laughed as she wiggled her body, testing her restraints.
Jen, seeing her friend tied up like this, was unable to control herself. She walked away from the chair and grabbed another artifact from the museum. This one was labeled, on a yellowed old label, 'Grade A Itching Powder'. Jen smiled deviously, looking forward to what she was about to do.
Danny, still unaware of her coming fate, was learning to enjoy her bondage. As Jen approached with the bottle, Danny asked, "what's that?"
"Oh nothing, just another of my parent's collections..." Jen smiled sadistically at Danny. "Did you know, back when this chair was used, the people torturing, in order to get information out of people, would tickle the person?"
"No I didn't, that's kinda interesting."
"Yeah, they would use things like feathers, brushes, combs, anything that can tickle people. Something else they would use is this thing called 'itching powder'..."
Jen sat down on a stool next to the chair that Danny was locked in. She took the cover off the itching powder, revealing a top similar to that of a salt shaker. Acting swiftly, Jen quickly shook out some powder onto the bottom of each of Danny's soft soles.
The effect was immediate. Danny instantly felt the worst itchiness she had ever felt in her life on the bottom of her feet. She instantly tried to pull her hands out to itch them but found her arms and hands restrained in place. She began pulling on her legs, trying in any way she could to itch the bottom of her dainty soles.
"OHH THAT ITCHES! AHHH NO PLEASE LET ME ITCH IT! AHH IT ITCHES SO BAD!!"
"Oh, that's just a taste of what you'll be getting..." Jen laughed as she the torment Danny was thrown into by her.
"NO PLEASE JUST ITCH THEM! I CANT- AAAA IT ITCHES SO BAD NO PLEASE LET ME GOOOO!!!" Danny was thrashing about in her restraints, unable to move an inch. Her feet were on fire, she needed to itch them so bad. She continued to fight against the restraints in her discomfort.
Jen ignored her friend's pleas to be released. Enjoying herself, she slowly stepped behind the chair, positioning herself behind Danny. Danny continued to thrash about in her restraints, unable to concentrate on what Jen was doing. Her dainty, soft feet had ever been subjected to anything this uncomfortable before. The things that a simple powder could do to someone was insane to Danny.
Suddenly, Jen began to aggressively tickle at her Danny's ribs. Danny's arms were secured up above her head, providing full access to Jen.
"Coochie coochie coo..." Jen teased.
"AAAAA NO STOP THAT TICKLES STOPAHHHAHAHAHAA!! STOP PLEEEEHEHHEEEASEEHEHEEE!!!! AHAAAHAHA!!!"
Danny fought against her restraints harder than ever. She strained against the straps around her chest and waist, pulling as hard as she could to twist her body away from Jen's prying hands.
"STOP PLEAEEEHHEHEEEASEEHEHEE! AHAAAHAHAA NO AHA STOP IT I MEEEHEHEEENN IT AHAA!!
"Goochie goo! Tickle tickle tickle!" Jen giggled and teased, completely in her element.
"I BEG YOU STOP AHAHA NO STOP AAHAHHAAAAA AHHAA PLEEHEEEE-EEAASEEEHEEE STOP NO STOP AHAAA!!"
Jen did not let up in the slightest. She continued tickling and torturing Danny as she was restrained so tightly and securely to the rack. Danny, her senses overloaded, her feet tortured by the powder, her ribs and armpits being violated by Jen, was unable to concentrate on anything. She begged with Jen to stop, to let her go. She was completely at her mercy, unable to prevent anything from being done to her. Jen, after several minutes straight of intense tickling, finally obliged Danny and took a break.
Danny hung from her restraints, twitching and gasping for breath. She continued to jerk her legs involuntarily, her feet still being tortured by the itching powder.
"Why.. why would you... no... just... untie me... please... I beg you... my feet itch so bad... just untie me... please..." Danny begged with Jen, out of breath from the last torture session.
"Well why would I do that? Your feet still need some attention!" Jen giggled again.
"My... what? No... just... take the powder off... just untie me... please... I- what is that?"
Jen had picked up a hairbrush from another of the display stands in the museum. "Oh, you are gonna love this!"
Jen sat down criss-cross at Danny's tortured feet. She grabbed one of her ankles and, holding it steady, began to fiercly scrub her soft, unblemished sole with the brush. "Teehee hee hee! Goochie Goo!" Jen teased.
Danny was thrown into yet another tortured straining fit, using her entire body to try to pull the afflicted foot away from Jen. The itching powder, combined with the fierce scrubbing of the brush, was unbearable for her.
"NOO NOT MY FOOT PLEASE AHAHAAA STOP AHAHAA AAAA STOP PLEASE STOP I AHAA BEG PLEASE NO AHAAAA!!!!"
Jen kept this relentless attack up for several minutes, occasionally switching feet. At one point she noticed that most of the itching powder had come off in her scrubbing of Danny's feet.
"Tee hee hee! Coochie coo- oh wait, the powders gone." Jen sat back on her legs, a pout on her face.
"Ahhaa ahaaaa *hic* please just aaahaaha stop I *hic* mean it just aaaaaa stop..."
Jen ignored Danny, grabbing the bottle of itching powder again.
"This oughta do it!" She shook out a ton of powder, at least three times as much powder as she had initially put on Danny's feet. Danny instantly began fighting again, her feet tortured yet again. Jen quickly began scrubbing with the brush again, further compounding the torture her feet were undergoing.
"AAAAA NO I AAHAAHA YOU AHHAA STOP PLEASE I AAAAHHAA STOP I BEG YOU AAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Jen continued her teasing and never once let up on the tickling. For over ten minutes Danny was subjugated to torture beyond anything she had ever dreamed of in her life. Her entire was tested, straining against the restraints, pulling her arms and legs, twisting her body, doing everything in her power to get away from Jen's prying hands.
"NOO I BEG YOU STOP PLEASE I AAAAAAA STOP PLEASE LET AAHAHAAA ME GO PLEEEHEEHEEEASEEEEHEEHEHEE!!!!!!"
Jen finally relaxed, leaving Danny exhausted in her chair. She hung from her restraints in exhaustion, completely out of breath and shaking from her tired muscles. Jen gave her a moment to breathe before returning back around behind her.
"No... please... I just want... no don't do it aga-AAAHAAHAAA NO STOP PLEASE AAAHAA!!!!!"
Jen began to attack her ribs and armpits yet again, rendering her to a straining, fighting, exhausted girl, completely at her mercy. After several more minutes of teasing from Jen and yelling and begging from Danny, Danny finally slumped over in the chair, unconscious.
Danny had passed out from the intensity of Jen's onslaught. Once Jen noticed, she rocked backwards with a look of disappointment on her face. "Well, that ended quickly". Jen took her time standing up and walking around in front of Danny. She brushed the itching powder off her feet, giggling as they twitched at her touch. She began to carefully unstrap Danny from the rack, taking care that she wouldn't fall off.
"We should do that again sometime..."