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tickletherapy · 7 years ago

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A Ticklish Sleepover

Robyn sat in the pristine living room of her college friend. The walls were clean and pale, surfaces freshly dusted. The carpet hosted a series of tracks from a vacuum cleaner. The air smelt of ammonia. Knick knacks sat in immaculate alignment with one another. A painting of a wolf, lurking in snowy woods, hung above a mantelpiece with perfect level. Moist clouds rose from the amber ripples of a teacup fit tightly in Robyn’s fingers. She sipped the jasmin nectar while sitting back in a plush couch. The house was silent, save for a distant aria singing out, muffled by the basement door. “Mmm, still a little too hot,” said Robyn, setting her cup on a saucer atop a small end table next to her chair. She looked over to Stephanie, sitting upright with poise on the other end of the couch. A neatly ironed, professional white blouse hung over Stephanie’s shoulders while Robyn causally had thrown on a shirt and red cardigan. “Fresh pot,” Stephanie commented, setting down her own cup for the same reason. Stephanie dodged eye contact with her friend, twiddling her fingers in her lap. “Robyn, I don’t know what to say, honestly. I guess I just wanted to say sorry. This was something terrible, something that I simply cannot forgive or allow. Trust me when I say that Taylor has never been this. She’s never done anything like this before.” “She’s been through a lot recently,” said Robyn. “You both have. Sure, it came as quite the shock, I don’t think Sara even filled me in on all the details, but I’m sure we can move past this.” Stephanie chuckled. “I don’t know how you can always be so calm, so sure about everything,” said Stephanie. “I’d be fuming still. I think I may be. I just don’t know how something like this could happen and I wish I could offer you a better explanation. I feel you deserve that in the very least.” “Like I said, I’m sure we can move past it,” said Robyn. “Not that it was your fault, Steph, I still accept your apology. Our girls just need to be responsible for their own actions.” “Right,” said Stephanie. “Sorry, it’s just going to take some time getting over. How’s Sara doing?” Robyn picked up her cup and blew away a billowing pillar of steam. “She’s dealing,” said Robyn, taking a sip. “I think she just needs some time to be alone. Or… I don’t know.” “What do you mean?” “Usually Demi comes by to help lift Sara’s moods whenever she has a bad day,” said Robyn. “Granted, nothing like this has ever happened before, but I think that the incident caused them both to fight with each other. I think, anyway. It’s hard to get all the information with Sara crying so much.” “That must be really hard for you,” said Stephanie. “It’s not easy knowing that it was mine that did it. You know, I love Sara. I would do anything for the two of you.” “I know, Steph,” said Robyn. “We don’t blame you, I promise.” “I’d blame me,” said Stephanie, lifting her cup. “I do blame me.” “It will all get worked out and we can move on, sooner than you think,” said Robyn. “Taylor’s not getting off that easily,” said Stephanie, sipping away at the scalding tea. “That’s why you invited me over, isn’t it?” Robyn asked. “I know it’s an odd request,” said Stephanie, looking down to her lap. Her face stoney with purpose. “It would make me feel better.” “You think so?” asked Robyn. Stephanie nodded without looking at her. “Well, I won’t argue with you. Whatever I can do to put this all behind us. “How’s Demi?” Stephanie asked. “Have you seen her?” Robyn shook her head. “Not today,” said Robyn. “I gave Sara the day off of school. She really didn’t want to go, not that I could blame her. I don’t know what Noel decided to do with Demi or if she even knows. Usually, the girls stay up way too late talking on the phone, but I haven’t heard any talking coming from Sara’s room.” “That’s a shame,” said Stephanie. “They’re so cute together.” “Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to,” said Robyn, as if reciting the slip from a fortune cookie. Stephanie looked over to her, resting her head up against her fist, elbow cocked against the top of the couch. “You’ve always been so chill,” said Stephanie. “All this has been eating me up since the minute I found out. Ask Taylor, I was livid.” Robyn laughed. “You’ve always had an adorable anger, though,” said Robyn. Stephanie smirked. “You’ve never seen my ‘mommy’ anger,” said Stephanie. Robyn laughed once again. “I just don’t know how you can remain so posed during all of this. Glad to see you haven’t changed much.” “I don’t think you’ve changed as much as you think you have,” said Robyn. “Certainly don’t look like you have. Stephanie batted at her arm as she peered away, looking down and smiling. “You’re too sweet.” She looked back up to see Robyn cheekily smiling back at her. “The times definitely have.” “I’m sure Kyle didn’t make it easy on either of you,” said Robyn. “I’m just glad you got out of it before things got worse.” “Yeah, it’s for the best,” said Stephanie. Two adult cats entered into the room from the master bedroom hallway. The tabby jumped up on Stephanie’s lap, demanding to be rubbed, while the calico brushed up against her leg. “He still insisted on moving even though his daughter’s been needing him most. I just don’t know how I can do this by myself.” “Hey, listen, you need any help at all, you call me,” said Robyn. “I hope you know that I harbor nothing from what happened. I’m here to help us all get past it and on with our lives.” “That’s why I called you,” said Stephanie. “You’ve always been the biggest help. Even when Kyle was around, I don’t know how I would have made it this far without you.” “That’s what friends do,” said Robyn. The pair sipped from their cups, letting the bright day from out the bay window house their scene. “You ever think about the old days?” “‘Old days’,” said Stephanie. “You make it sound like we’re old ladies.” “Okay, then, college,” said Robyn. “The music we were into, the weirdos on the quad, your anthropology major keeping you up most nights.” “Yeah, I’m sure that’s what kept me up most nights,” said Stephanie. The women giggled. “Among other things,” said Robyn. “The Sisterhood,” said Stephanie in a hush. Robyn nodded and smirked as the warm tea brushed down her throat. “That was where we met and where we spent most of our time.” “Those were good times.” “Life changing, really,” said Stephanie. “I had no idea that ‘tickle sororities’ could even be a thing, let alone know how much it would affect who I became.” “You talk to any of the others?” Robyn asked. Stephanie looked down to the swirling ripples in her cup. “Sometimes,” said Stephanie. “Cat had a party not that long ago. A ‘party’ party.” “I remember the invite,” said Robyn. “I couldn’t make it out. Did you go?” Stephanie nodded. “I did,” said Stephanie. “You missed quite a show. She had some new entertainment.” “Cat wouldn’t have thrown a party without something fresh,” Robyn interrupted. “Cute little thing,” said Stephanie. “Surprised she lasted as long as she did. Hours, when she looked done within minutes.” “Maybe I’ll catch the next one,” said Robyn. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen either.” “Don’t here much of Lyn,” said Stephanie. “Didn’t see her there. We’ll throw emails back and forth every now and then, but she’s pretty illusive.” “Yeah, can’t say I hear from her much either,” said Robyn. “That’s a shame too,” said Stephanie. “I know you two were close.” Robyn shrugged. “That’s life,” said Robyn. “They went off to be big successes and we had two beautiful, amazing young girls.” “And I wouldn’t trade that for anything, even if mine can be a pain sometimes,” said Stephanie. “I’d like to not have her turn out too much like her father.” “I'm sure she's just going through a phase.” Robyn sat her cup, newly emptied, back into the saucer. “We'll get her back on track.” Stephanie finished her cup of tea and brushed the cat off of her lap. “You're so sweet and supportive,” said Stephanie. Her face darkened with a smile. “I don't know if you remember the night of the tea party?” Robyn nodded. “Of course,” said Robyn. “That was brutal, for all of us. I thought that you would have passed out long before you actually did.” “Trust me, it felt like it,” said Stephanie. “You remember what you and I did after? Back at your dorm? You probably don't; we both had a lot to drink.” “How could I forget?” Robyn asked smirking and looking away. “I didn't have as much to drink as you might remember though.” “Neither did I,” said Stephanie. The following moment lingered in the favor or their company. Robyn reached over and light stroked Stephanie’s arm before pulling away again. “I don't want to keep her waiting too long. You ready?” “Sure thing,” said Robyn. The two women stood. Stephanie led Robyn over to a door adjacent from the kitchen. Beyond the door was a set of stairs leading downward. The opera music rang out from the basement below. “She hates my classical pieces,” said Stephanie, leading Robyn down the stairs. “I figured that could keep her company while we caught up.” “You're so bad,” Robyn said playfully. The bottom of the stairs opened up to a large, stuffy basement. Grey, stone walls hung barren, save for clusters of storage bins and random frivolities pressed up against them. The stone floor clicked beneath Robyn's sharp heel. A stereo played a well known aria, a piece that Robyn recognized as an early Scarlatti. Against the farthest wall was an old fashioned wardrobe, chained off with a padlock. In the center struggled Taylor, sitting upright in a chair. Her wrists were locked to the armrests, ankles to a padded plate below by the same style of buckled cuffs. She wore a blindfold and cringed through the music, unable to hear the women enter the room. “As you can see, I’ve made some adjustments to the ‘time out’ chair from when she was little.” Stephanie walked up to the stereo and turned it off. “Ugh, thank you,” said Taylor, exhausted. “Can I get up now? This is so stupid.” “Not yet,” said Stephanie. The woman walked up to her daughter and removed her blindfold. Taylor squinted into the fluorescent lightscape around her before narrowing her eyes on Robyn. “Mrs. Brown?” Taylor asked. “Hey, sweetie,” said Robyn, waving back at the girl. A decent amount of sweat had formed across her forehead and shoulders from the humidity of the musty basement. “Sara got me kicked off the volleyball team! She had it coming,” Taylor blurted angrily. “Shh, don't worry about any of that right now, dear,” said Robyn. “If you'd like to play around a bit,” said Stephanie to her friend, handing Robyn a small key on a long, metal chain. “I know how you like to change things up.” “Thanks, dear,” said Robyn. The women shared a cheek kiss before Stephanie started for the stairs. “If you need anything at all, just come get me,” said Stephanie. “I'll just be cleaning up in the kitchen.” “Thank you, but I'm sure we'll be fine,” said Robyn. The woman turned back to Taylor, trapped in the chair. “Won't we?” “What's going on?” Taylor demanded as she struggled to free herself. “Let me go!” Stephanie paid her daughter no mind as she left the basement and Taylor alone with Robyn. “Don't tire yourself out too early, dear,” said Robyn, walking around the bound girl. “Knowing your mother's collection of binds, you aren't going anywhere.” Taylor continued to struggle as she grunted obscenities. Robyn paced around slowly, admiring Stephanie’s bondage chair and basement set up. “How come I'm the only one without a ‘room’? I really have to step up my game.” “Look, what do you want me to say?” Taylor asked. “I don't know what you're getting out of this, but it's weird.” Robyn walked up to a small table sitting in front of Taylor. On it sat Taylor's cellphone. Robyn picked up the device and examined it. “Hey, that's mine. Put it down.” Robyn ignored the girl as she noticed the locker room video already pulled up to her homescreen. Robyn played the video. Taylor scrambled to justify her actions. “They were so overreacting; it wasn’t that bad. It was funny and I know they both secretly liked it, them being into the weird stuff that they are.” Robyn hushed Taylor with a raised index finger, without taking her eyes off the video. Taylor listened to the events unfold and paired each with Robyn’s stoney facial expressions. Robyn leaned against the table, her eyes plastered to the scene before her. Taylor sank into the taunting laughs of her friends and desperate screams of Demi and Sara circulating the room. Robyn watched the video all the way through before setting the phone back down. Taylor looked up, expecting to see her fuming, burning with the desire to cause her physical pain. Robyn instead shook her head, inhaling deeply. “Your technique is sloppy,” said Robyn. Taylor's eyes narrowed. “What?” “Your scribbling wildly technique, it's extremely novice,” said Robyn. “You got the taunting down; points certainly go toward setting up a real brutal picture, but there's something important that you deliberately ignored.” Robyn walked up to Taylor. “Tell me, do you think either of these girls found it as funny as you did?” “Well, no, but they liked it,” said Taylor. “I read the diary. I know you know that they're both into that weird stuff.” “Uh huh, but wanting it with each other and wanting it with you, like this, are two different things, wouldn't you agree? Because it appears to me that they didn't want this and that you invaded in on their personal lives. Liking it or not is irrelevant; they didn't want this or like this and you know it. You caused them both more harm than you know.” “Ugh, I’m sorry or whatever. There. Now let me go.” “Oh, in time, sweetie,” said Robyn. The woman patted Taylor on the cheek. “I’m still going to need you to mean that. Then, I'm sure we can all move past this soon and get on with our lives, right?” Taylor's eyes squinted, one brow slightly cocked above the other. “This is so stupid.” “Maybe,” said Robyn. “There's still some things I'd like to go over with you.” Robyn walked up to the wardrobe against the wall behind Taylor. She unlocked the lock and thrust open the doors. “Beautiful, just like I remember it,” said Robyn. The collection before her shimmered with glorious variety. Taylor twisted her head to try and see behind her. “What?” Taylor asked. “Your mother was always a marvelous collector,” said Robyn. Her eyes scanned over an extensive array of tickle tools. On the inside of one door hung a neatly organized display of feathers in clear sleeves, all ranging in size, color, and species. On the other door, rolls of thick twine dangled above metal toe locks and strings of tiny, fuzzy bobs. Inside the cabinet, toothbrushes of varying functionalities were set in their own supports. Below them, a bottle of baby oil and a water flosser sat fully filled in a small chiller. Underneath, Robyn inspected a series of drawers. Each relinquished an impressive collection of brushes. The top yielded paint brushes next to pens, paints, inks wells, and a single feather tipped quill. The middle drawer contained a carefully placed arrangement of stiffer, wider hairbrushes, all with plastic tipped prongs and sturdy handles. The final drawer at the bottom was mostly empty, save for a small jar of a yellow substance and a single, finely tipped paintbrush. “No she isn't,” said Taylor. “A collector of what?” Robyn breathed in all of the wonderful options before turning back to the girl. “You'll see,” said Robyn. The woman came up next to the chair and pulled a lever against the side. The footrest pulled upward, straightening Taylor's legs out in front of her. “What the hell is going on?” Taylor asked in a sweat. Robyn knelt beside the chair and stroked Taylor's hair. Taylor jerked her head out of the way, shooting the woman a disgusted scowl. “Nothing that you don't think is all that bad, apparently,” said Robyn. The woman stood up and came down to the foot of the device. “I'd say that you may even find it funny.” Robyn began unlacing Taylor's right sneaker. “Just a punishment that fits the crime." Robyn removed the shoe entirely. Taylor succumbed to a laugh as her head fell once again. “Really? That's what you're going to do? You're going to tickle me? And you really thought that that would scare me? Oh my god, this is so dumb.” “Is that so?” Robyn asked, grinning widely as she removed the other shoe. “You think you can last what you did to that girl?” “I know I can,” said Taylor, releasing a slight twitch in her voice. “It's just tickling. There's nothing scary or hurtful or traumatizing about it, like they’re pretending it is. If this is what I have to do to prove to you that those two were overreacting, then fine. Let's get this over with.” Robyn tossed aside Taylor's other shoe, along with the rest of her reserve. Robyn breathed deeply and smiled. She pinched the ends of both of Taylor's socks and pulled. “Taylor, I am so glad to hear you say that,” said Robyn. The bands of the socks slowly rose like stage curtains revealing Taylor’s silky smooth soles. Robyn let the socks fall where they may as she inspected the trapped girl’s feet. Taylor’s feet, larger than that of Demi’s or her own daughter’s, but only slightly, waved in their stocks. Her soles were soft pink with pale arches. Much sweat had built up within her shoes and socks, glistening the soft surfaces and releasing a tart, dense odor. “What, do you have that same weird thing your daughter has?” Taylor asked. Her head tilted backwards. She watched Robyn with narrow eyes. Taylor grasped the edges of the arm rests, her feet twitching away from Robyn’s lingering gaze. “Stop it, it’s creeping me out.” Robyn chuckled behind closed lips. She reached up and softly caressed the side of Taylor’s foot, causing it to twitch away from the woman’s touch. “A bit sensitive, are we?” Robyn asked. “You don’t scare me,” said Taylor. “Whatever you do to me, I can take it.” Taylor’s face held a stern scowl, yet her throat quivered. “I know you can, sweetie,” said Robyn. “I believe in you, because not only do I know that you can take it, I know that you will take it.” Robyn reached into her pocket and retrieved her cell phone. She fidgeted with the device before setting it upright on the table, pointed at Taylor. “What’s that for?” Taylor asked. “Are you recording this?” “Just a little insurance policy,” said Robyn. “I’m sure you’re aware of the ramifications. You did initiate them yourself, didn’t you?” “You’re insane,” said Taylor. “The waiting getting to you?” asked Robyn. “I’m sorry, I just thought that you were a fan of the theatrics from that show you put on.” “Listen, lady, I’m not scared of you or your stupid threats,” said Taylor. “The sooner this is over, the sooner you can leave and I can go about my day.” Robyn walked back up to Taylor’s chair, stroking Taylor’s trapped forearm with one finger. Taylor twitched away at the sensation of the nail dragging against her skin on impulse. She gasped and looked down to her arm in disbelief. “That tickle?” Robyn asked. Taylor looked back up at Robyn, her face twisted in confusion. “It did, didn’t it? Your forearm, right there. Never imagined that you’d be ticklish there, did you? Well, you’re not, you’re just nervous. And if I can tickle you in a place you’re not ticklish…” Robyn reached down and swiped several nails up Taylor’s sole. Taylor jumped and gasped once again, much louder than before. “Just imagine what I can do down here.” “Phfft, you don’t scare me,” said Taylor. “Good,” said Robyn. “In order for this to be as much fun for me as I was hoping, I need you to put up a fight.” Robyn started slow, lightly dancing one hand if nails against Taylor's left sole. Taylor clenched, her jaw and eyelids tightened. She squealed through her teeth, fighting the urge to laugh. “That… won't… work…” “Oh, please sweetie, you're not fooling me,” said Robyn. “Just go ahead and laugh. You won't tire yourself out as quickly that way.” Robyn maintained technique. Her nails scratched against the plush, warm surface of Taylor's soles. Her navy painted nails wiggled with her toes, scrunching to avoid the tickles, but only creating wrinkles for Robyn's fingers to explore. The girl shivered and swung her head back and forth. “You're already breaking and I haven't even begun trying yet. Coochi coochi coo…” “Phhhhttttt….hehehehahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Noooohahahahahahahahahaha!” Taylor cracked. She threw her head and let the gates of laughter burst open. “That-a girl,” said Robyn, her soothing tone condescending and patronizing. “See, that's not so bad. Maybe you were right all along.” Robyn added her other hand to Taylor's vacant foot, following the same tenderly scribbling pattern. Taylor's reacted instantly with a jump and shriek. “Eeekkk!!! Hahahahahahahah! I caaahahahnn taahahahakkkee ittthahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” “Oh, I’m sure you can take this,” said Robyn. The woman made free-form dragging spirals with her nails against Taylor’s arches and heels. “I had absolutely no expectation to break you so soon, but we’ll get there. Just be patient.” Taylor continued to fight the laughter, breathing heavily in and out of her flared nostrils. Her lips spread wide, showing off two rows of pearly white teeth clashed together. Taylor pulled and pulled on her legs, wiggling her feet side to side to escape the endless supply of tickles, but Robyn kept up with Taylor’s motions with near perfect anticipation. “Oh my goddddheheheeheehahahahahahahahahahahahahah! You caahahahahan’t do thissshehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!” “Funny, your mother said this was okay,” said Robyn. “And it’s not bad, right? You can take a little tickling, can’t you? Surely you must be overreacting.” Taylor’s face began to darken. The fortress of full laughter quaked behind quivering limbs and clenched eyelids. “Eeeeeeekkkkkhehehehahahahahahahah!!! Okay okaahahahahahayyyyyy!!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!” Taylor’s jaw unhinged to let out a uninterrupted fleet of ticklish laughter. Her toes wiggled and crunched. Her fingers twitched. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. Robyn remained insistent on her leasure introduction for several minutes before pulling away. Taylor’s head fell limp. She coughed and struggled to catch her breath. “You good? Still with me?” Robyn asked. “O-ok-okay… okay…” Robyn stood and retrieved a chair from the far wall. She scooted the seat over in front of Taylor’s trapped soles. “Well, I hope you don’t mean that you expect me to be done,” said Robyn. “We have a lot of work to do.” Taylor groaned. “F-fine,” said Taylor, released on a loud exhale. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” Robyn walked over to the wardrobe. “You’re not ready to give in, are you?” asked Robyn, scanning over Stephanie’s elaborate collection. “It’s not too much for you, is it?” “No,” Taylor growled. “You’re not going to get the best of me. I can take anything. You won’t beat me.” “Taylor, I am simply trying to teach you. You should be able to understand the kind of torments you give to others first hand, and know that they might not be as funny as you think. Whether you admit that sooner or later is irrelevant; we’re still going to have a lot of fun down here. Now, let’s see…” Robyn searched over the contents of the wardrobe before reaching for a spool of twine. Robyn also grabbed a white feather and a black feather, both with stiff edges. Around the quill of the white unravelled a small scrap of paper reading ‘To my wolfy’. Robyn smiled and muttered to herself. “She really kept it.” “Please, just hurry up,” said Taylor. The frustration snarled her voice. “You already have a video of me doing this, what more do you want?” “For you to understand, Taylor,” said Robyn. “Fine, I get it,” said Taylor. “Demi couldn’t handle this and I shouldn’t have been so mean to Sara. There. Happy?” “You’ll have to be more convincing than that,” said Robyn, making her way back over to Taylor. “That’s okay, you will. I promise.” Robyn worked quickly with fastening the itchy strand of twine around Taylor's big toes. The insertion caused Taylor to twitch and giggled, clamping her mouth shut as the string slid across the tender crevasse between her toes. Robyn tied both toes together and fastened their knot to the stockade, stretching back her soles as taut and far as they would go. With no room left to wiggle, Taylor could only squirm her toes a distinctly limited amount. Taylor shuddered, her confused state led to a horrible realization as the beads of sweat racing down her arches was only then enough to send tickling chills through her body, with sensitive nerves pressed so vulnerable against the soft, stretched surfaces. “Don't be scared,” said Robyn, twirling the white feather in her fingers, tantalizing Taylor's line of sight. Taylor sucked in frivolously through her nose. The room started to fill with the odor of her sweat, particularly from her feet. “I'm not scared,” said Taylor. Her eyes narrowed, staring down the woman with the feather in between her nails. Taylor’s fingers fidgeted. Her chest heaved with each gulping breath. “Good,” said Robyn. “Because with us having such a long history, you being Sara's best friend for years, me watching you grow up, I may have even changed your diaper once or twice, I hope you know that I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“You don’t know me,” roared Taylor. “You saw what happened; I run that school, or at least I did until your daughter ratted me out. She’s the little snitch who needs to be put in her place.”

Robyn interrupted by gliding the white feather up Taylor’s right sole. Taylor gasped. “Oooohhmyyygodddhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Ohhhmyygoddd ohhhmyygoddd oh my godddhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!” “Aww, does that tickle?” Robyn asked as she lazily continued to stroke up and down Taylor's soles, alternating between each one, with the stiff plume. “And I’m still not putting in any effort yet. It really makes it worse, not being able to move your toes, doesn’t it?” Taylor dove in and out of laughing fits, only meeting her breaks for air with frustrated growls. Her toes clenched around the twine. The string sank into their stems when the bulbs wrapped around them in feeble attempts for protection. “What about this?” Robyn raised the other and added its feathery effects to Taylor’s torment. Taylor threw her head back and squealed as both feathers caressed her soft, pink soles. “Eeeeeeekkkhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!! AAAAHHHHHHHahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Sttttahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!” “I'm sorry, what was that?” Robyn asked. The slithery grazes of the feather tops against Taylor's soles made delicate, raspy sounds to accompany her laughter. “Are you asking me to stop?” Taylor groaned as she shook her head. “Good, because I am having a lot of fun. Aren't you?” Taylor threw her head side to side, her neck falling limp over one side of the chair as sweat raced down her face in streams. “Fascinating, isn't it? How just the simplest of movements from the most harmless of objects, when applied to the right area, can completely break a person, reducing them down to a husk lost within a singular drive of flight or fight. In your case, however, the case that you bestowed on poor Demi, the options of flight or fight are taken from you, and you are only left with waiting out the torment. Coochi coochi coo…” Robyn slipped the feathers upwards. She gently began teasing the undersides of her toes with the two plumes before sawing them through the spaces in between. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! OOOHHMYYYGODDDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! PPPLEEEHEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHASSSSSEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” A violent surged raced through Taylor's body. She pulled at her binds. She thrashed her head back and forth. Her eyes dripped with tears, creating salty pools beneath her. Her face darkened with red. Her feet twitched as much as they could, still leaving Robyn plenty of safe immobility to explore her more transparently sensitive areas. “Oh my, found the spot, did we?” Robyn teased. “Aww, I’m going to be here for a while, getting all of these cute little toes nice and dusted. I know you think you may pass out any second by this point, but from my experience, you still have a lot of laughter left to give.” The space between each toe deserved full attention to the feathers. Robyn dedicated many excruciating minutes to just torturing those spots alone. Teasing phrases like ‘coochi coochi coo’ and ‘tickle tickle tickle’ repeated on regular intervals in between monologues. Taylor's chest heaved, inflamed by its own need to capture more and more air. When her laughs had turned into desperate gasps, Robyn retreated, leaving Taylor to stew in her of delirium. “O-o...kay… Ok...ay...You’re d-done, ri-right?” Taylor asked, her sweaty hair hung down with her limp neck. Robyn smiled and rose. “You still haven't learned, so no,” said Robyn. Taylor groaned, letting the tears drip from her eyes. “It's been a long time since I've felt this alive, and I'm going to take full advantage.” Robyn walked back over to the wardrobe. “Y-you’re crazy!” Taylor growled. “W-what more do you want?” “Let's see,” said Robyn, scanning over the collection. She placed back both feathers and reached for the electric toothbrush. Robyn also picked up the water flosser, dumping out the water and replacing it with the baby oil. “Yes, this should do nicely.” Robyn walked both items back over to her chair and took a seat. “You know, it's not hard to see why you and Sara made such good friends back then. You two have always been extremely hard headed.” Robyn held up both tools for Taylor to see. Taylor's eyes went wide in reddened, horrified confusion. “Technique is just as much skill as it is picking the right weapon. Tickling is not a brutish act of exploitation, but rather a heated exchange of information in the most primitive, yet so complex, way. For example, you may look at these and think you know the full extent of their purpose in the field of dental hygiene, and yet to me, they mean so much more. You'll know all about that soon enough, but right now, you don't, and it's the lack of communication that frightens you. You feel it, don't you? The tickles already are just in your mind. Much like they are out here, you are helpless to stop it. You feel them scratching their way down to your toes. I haven't even begun and you don't even have a clue as to how devastating these will be for you.” “Just get on with it!” Taylor pleaded. “Still think you can take it?” Robyn asked. “I can take anything,” Taylor argued. “You’ll see. I’m not afraid of you or whatever weird crap you or Sara are into.” “Not quite there yet,” said Robyn. Robyn held the water flosser up to Taylor's toes and turned it on. A thin, but highly pressurized jet of oil streamed out and began soaking Taylor's toes. The very second, Taylor lurched in her chair as far as her bonds would allow and let out a wail of laughter. “OOOHHHMMMYYGODDDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WWWHHHAHAHAHAHAHTTTTIISSTHAHAHTTT?!?!” Taylor screamed and howled as the frail jet wedged its stream into the sensitive crevasses of Taylor's toes. “Not only was your mother quite the collector, she was also the smartest out of all of us,” said Robyn. “She was the innovator that got more creative with different common tools than anyone we knew. And while she always played apprehensive with it, would deny it on the spot, she was always the one most eager to be first in the chair.” The oil slid down Taylor's soles from the base of her toes. Slowly, the flosser needled the sensitive nerves of her toes. Her toes struggled to fight back against the device. One by one, the jet covered every spot in torturously tiny diameters around, underneath, and in between each of her toes. The oil dripping down Taylor’s stretched sole only added to her ticklish torment. “And now, time to scrub it in.” Robyn switched on the electric toothbrush and inserted the spinning bristles directly onto Taylor’s oil soaked big toe. “WWWWWHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! OOOHHHMYYYGODDDDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” A new wave of ticklish hysteria raced through Taylor. The bristles made quick work of viciously scrubbing the slippery skin. Taylor’s cheeks flared bright red. Sweat cascaded down her face like oil down her sole. Tears covered her cheeks. Her arms and legs no longer fought, but twitched in primitive reactivity. Robyn moved the flosser down her sole, allowing the jet to begin working on her arch down to her heel. The spinning toothbrush continued to rub in the oil one toe at a time. Robyn giggled and kept taunting the girl, making her defencelessness painfully transparent. “You know, it’s often speculated that tickling was used as actual torture, be it for punishment or interrogation,” said Robyn. “For only brief periods throughout history, but those times yielded some fascinating research into how much the average person can last under such conditions. It’s a shame it’s still not a regular practice, if you ask me. No lasting pain or bodily harm, and yet could be just as effective, if not more, than what we use today, especially with our advances in technology. Wouldn’t you agree?” Taylor’s ticklish nerves burned, screamed, with the dual assault across her single foot. A strand of drool escaped out of one side of her mouth. With careful attention to assessing the frail jet of oil against every spot between her heel and the ball of her foot, while the electric toothbrush scrubbed her immobile, spread toes, remorseless to her suffering, over half an hour passed by through Robyn’s thorough assessment. She pulled back, watching Taylor gasp as she slumped in her seat. The girl twitched in seemingly random areas and intervals. “O...oh g-god….” Taylor prayed. “And that was just the one,” said Robyn. “We have a whole other foot to cover.” “I… di-didn’t do… anything l-like th-this to… Demi,” Taylor said. “No, but you had several girls working on her,” said Robyn, “so you’ve forced me to compensate.” Robyn started up the flosser again on Taylor's other set of toes. The oil gushed from the jet, lathering up Taylor's sweaty toes in glistening lubricant. Taylor's groan turned into a crying wail before succumbing to laughter once again. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! PPPLLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASSSEEEE!!!! SSSTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPP!!!” Taylor’s body jerked against the tormenting stimulus before falling back into defeated exhaustion. She recognized that her feet and toes were wholly Robyn's playground until she earned her mercy. “You said it yourself that it's not so bad,” said Robyn. “‘Demi was just overreacting’, right? ‘She loves this’, isn't that what you suggested?” The oil pressed into each of her tender toes until they shined in the light by the overhanging bulb. It dripped down in strands, tickling Taylor's sole as before. “Just like then, we got to get these toes all nice and slippery for the brush.” “NNNNOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I CAAAHAHAHAHNNNTTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Slowly, Taylor felt herself more and more unable to concentrate on anything else but her torment. Her body stopped responding. Her mind faded from wondering how much longer she could last to screaming pleas of anguish. Her vision started to swirl. The sweat began to sting her tear soaked eyes, forcing them closed in a pain minimal to the ticklish torture in which she dwelled. With each toe sufficiently coated in baby oil, the toothbrush switched back on. Taylor had little time to react to the sound of the buzzing before the insidious bristles found their way into her slick toes. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! NNNNAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTTTTHHHHAHAHAHTTTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” “‘Got to get them clean’” said Robyn, misquoting Taylor's video of Demi. “I'm just copying your philosophy, allowing you to see what hell you inflicted on that poor girl. But it isn't hell, is it Taylor? I'm sure you like this and you're just overreacting.” Robyn wasted little time in maneuvering the flosser down to Taylor's sole, spraying her milky white, pulled back arch. The electric toothbrush covered across each pad of Taylor's toes, turning them all into succulent little cherries. With carefully attention devoted to letting each and every spot suffer complete ticklish insanity, Taylor was quickly finding her own composure reduced to a quivering, laughing mess of jelly. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! MMMMMMHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAahhahahah……...hahahahaHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKKKKKEEEIIITTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAahahahahaha…….ahahahahahSSSSSTTTTTHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” With her laughter fading to struggled, inhumanly gargled gulps of air, Robyn retreated. She admired her work. Bright pink around the heels and ball, Santa red plums for toes, and pastel up and and down the arches. Taylor's soles trembled, drenched in oil. Taylor herself slumped back in her chair, far too weak to stand, let alone to attempt to free herself any longer. Robyn stood and brushed her sweaty hair out of her face. Taylor's cheeks burned as bright as her toes. Her chest heaved painfully, yet slowed as her breath began to return. “Anything you have to say?” Robyn asked. Taylor paused, unable to exert the air needed for coherent words. “T...th-that….that's… it…,” Taylor panted, spraying sweat and saliva with each word. “‘That's it’?” Robyn asked. “You ready to confess?” “Th...th-that’s… the wo-worst… it c-can… g...get,” Taylor continued. “I… p-proved… I c-can… take i-it…” A warm smile came to Robyn's lips as she patted Taylor's head. “There, there,” said Robyn. “You are so precious, you know that? I never questioned whether or not you could take it; I knew you could.” Robyn stood and walked back over to the wardrobe. “But you are so cute, not because you think it's over.” Robyn replaced her tools and opened one of the drawers. “But because you think that that's the worst it can get.” She looked at the collection once more. Robyn wrapped her hands around two handles, letting her fingers sink into the rubbery grips. A confidence of mystic conquest rushed through her as she held her weapons like war-ending swords. She swaggered back over to Taylor, the girl's eyes barely open. “I… I d-don’t… kn-know what… you w-want me… to say…” Taylor pleaded. “Simple,” said Robyn. “I want you to say that you can't take it. I want you to understand, first hand, the torture you inflicted on those innocent girls and confess the severity of your mistake. Until I feel you can offer a genuine apology, you will stay right here.” Without warning, behind Taylor's fluttering eyelids, Robyn began her ticklish torture once again, with two thick bristled hair brushes scrubbing violently against Taylor's hypersensitive soles. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OOOOHHHMYYGODDDDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! PPPLLLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Taylor screamed a scream that cracked her voice. She lunged forward in her chair before slinking over one side. Tears dropped from her eyes in steady streams. Her chest and jaw ached from the ceaseless laughter forced out of her. “And yes, Taylor, it can get worse,” said Robyn. Taylor's soles glowed. With no build up to the rapidity of her scrubbing, each new pass bought with it a new shimmering coat of red and higher sensitivity. Loudly, the bristles scraped against the soft, slippery flesh, sounding of fighting stains out of a shallow carpet. Taylor’s laughter reverted to raspy screams and desperate cries. Each wail came with it a plea for mercy. “PPPLLLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSSEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! PPPLLEEASSSEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! OOOHHHGODDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” With little friction against the still, stretched, nearing purple surfaces of Taylor’s soles, Robyn’s brushes effortlessly caressed against every inch of ticklish flesh. Each prong dragged, every swipe measured, Taylor found herself being pushed farther into complete hysteria than she had ever been before. Each scream of laughter belted its own cry for sympathy. Robyn counted every one. ‘Thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven…’ Robyn continued noting each pitiful shriek for forgiveness in her mind, her hands never wavering from delivering the most vigorous of punishments against the girl’s tender soles. When she had counted to fifty, the woman spoke up. “You finally ready?” “AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahaha…….ahahahahahahHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! YYYYEEEESSSSSSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahahahahaha…...ahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLLLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Robyn continued for a few more seconds. She soaked in Taylor’s liberated laughter just as she drank in the power she had behind it. When she pulled back her brushes, Taylor coughed as she gasped for air. Robyn noted how thirsty she must have been from losing so much water through her pores and tears. “Whenever you’re ready,” said Robyn. “I….I…. I sh…. shou…” Taylor managed through a rushed airway. “Breathe first, honey,” said Robyn. “No sense passing out now.” Robyn allowed Taylor all the time she needed to regain her ability to speak. When she had better recuperated, Taylor began through a dry throat. “I… I’m s-so sorry,” Taylor said, her head hung over from near complete exhaustion. “W...wh-what I did w-was wrong. I shouldn’t h-have done what I d-did to Sara or D-Demi. S-she shouldn’t have h-had to go through this. Th-that was terrible. I’m so sorry. P-please…” Robyn sat back and let Taylor pour out her heart. “And you’ll apologize to them both?” Robyn asked. Taylor nodded slowly, lifelessly. “Y...yes…” Robyn gauged Taylor’s claim in relation to her exhaustion.

“Anything else you’d like to add?”

“I… I ca-can’t take it” Taylor continued. “Y-you were r-right. I kn-know now and I am s-so sorry…” “Now, I know you’re being genuine,” said Robyn. The woman walked back over to the wardrobe to replace the brushes back into their drawer. “Stephie!” Several seconds passed with Taylor still breathing heavily before Stephanie entered back into the room. “How’s everyone?” Stephanie asked. She descended the stairs with a tall glass of ice water. “Good,” said Robyn. “We came to an understanding and an agreement.” Taylor nodded. A slight smile came to her face as she glanced at the water and knew her torment was over. Stephanie brought the water to her helped her drink. “That’s good,” said Stephanie. “You sure were making a lot of noise down here.” “That’s what you invited me for, was it not?” The women laughed. “I’m sure she’ll have a lot of questions for you to answer.”

“Yeah, well, that was bound to happen eventually,” said Stephanie. Stephanie removed the empty glass from her daughter’s lips and stroked her hair.

“Mom...,” Taylor sighed. Robyn retrieved her phone and ended her recording. Stephanie walked over to the wardrobe and took a look.

“I hope everything is still in place,” said Stephanie. Robyn rolled her eyes.

“Yes, of course I know how you like to keep things neat,” said Robyn.

“And in their place,” said Stephanie. “Everything looks good.” Stephanie reached into the bottom drawer of the wardrobe and removed the tiny jar of yellow gel. She brought it back over to Taylor. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Everything is fine. We’re going to get you all cleaned up now, okay?” Taylor shot her a puzzled look in her drenched fatigue. Stephanie opened the jar and proceeded to pour its contents across the bases of Taylor’s toes. Taylor shot up once again, having regained a bit of strength.

“Ahhhhh! Wwhhahat’s thhahat?” Taylor cried. The cool chill of the gel seeped in between her toes and down her soles in thick droplets. Stephanie shushed her daughter, lingering a comforting smile over her.

“It’s nothing dear,” said Stephanie. She capped the jar and set it on the table. Stephanie started up the stairs with Robyn right behind her.

“What’s g-going on?” Taylor panicked. “Let me out, please!”

“You going to let her out?” Robyn asked upon reaching the top of the stairs.

“Of course, after she’s out,” said Stephanie.

“‘After she’s out’?” Robyn asked. Stephanie opened the door. In rushed both cats, eager to feast away at the succulent nectar dripping down Taylor’s soles and toes. Robyn shot Stephanie a daring grin.

“What? You got her back for Demi, but she did want Sara to lick her toes, did she not?”

“I didn’t say anything,” said Robyn. “After what she just went through, I can’t imagine she won’t last much longer anyway.” Stephanie walked out of the basement stairwell with Robyn following. Taylor flooded the room with frantic objections to the cats sniffing out the honey butter flavors nearing her bare, trapped toes. Robyn lingered in the doorway. She pulled up the video on her phone.

“You won’t do anything with that, will you?” Stephanie asked.

“Of course not,” said Robyn, deleting the video. “But she doesn’t have to know that.” The woman waited to leave and shut the door behind her when the room suddenly exploded with Taylor’s newly energized laughter, an aria most beautiful.

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