"Oh no!" I gasped, "I've been kidnapped!" She giggled and nodded sweetly. "Where are you taking me to?"
"My teepee," she replied and lead me down and to her room. She wasn't joking. In the time it'd taken me to change, she'd done the same and then built a 'teepee' out of blankets and a heavy coat stand she'd dragged from the hallway. A rocking horse had been left outside and she'd dropped a bow and arrow outside. She pushed me inside and lit an electric lantern then turned off her room lights.
"So Pocahontas," I said when she dove rough the opening, "What are you going to do with me?" She picked up the rope. "Of course," I shrugged as she began to pull me. I let her manhandle me as she knelt me down and put my feet either side of the stand and put my hands behind it and my head. "Oh no!" I cried when she tied up my knees and wrists keeping me stuck to the coat stand. She grinned at her handy-work. "So what n-" I began then shut up when she put a finger to her lips.
"I ask the questions!" she pouted then giggled like she couldn't keep a straight face, "Understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. You stole our horses. Where did you take them?"
"Never!" I replied, "Bandit Jane ain't given up no horses she stole fair and square!" I giggled, unable to keep a straight face either.
"Do you think this is funny?" she snickered with an evil grin. "Is this funny?" She lifted the edge of a blanket and picked up a feather duster. Oh no. "Last chance," she smiled sweetly. I didn't know how but an eleven year old had just set me up for tickling and I'd let her. Well if it was going to be like this...
"Do your worst!" I sneered. She needed no further invitation. I giggled as the feathers kissed my midriff and fluttered up and down my belly. I squirmed and jerked but Maria must have tied the rope better than I thought. All I could do was laugh as she gently stroked the duster up and down my side, sitting there and smiling so innocently.
"I think you have a ticklish tummy," she said sweetly, flicking the feathers across my ribcage, then the sensitive skin a few inches below my belly button.
"Ok! Ok! I'll talk!"
"But this is way better than horse riding." The duster teased across my back, caressing the few inches of exposed skin between the bottom of my shirt and the hem of my shorts.
"Ok, alright, I'll do whatever you want!" She paused to think for a moment and I sighed with relief as the duster left my body.
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