The young mother didn’t like the sound of that. She had let them demonstrate their knots because she felt guilty over the missing money and cookies, but she didn’t realize how helpless she would end up. A rope wrapped around her wrists and elbows securing them together. With her elbows pressed together, her already untucked blouse had rode up more exposing her pale taut midsection. The blouse buttons strained slightly at the pressure. Another rope kept her ankles and thighs together. These were secured to the four legs of the ottoman restricting any movement she had hoped to have. Thankfully, they hadn’t removed her slippers, but they dangled precariously from her toes. One good tug and they would come free, leaving her sensitive soles at the mercy of wandering young fingers. The idea sent a shiver through her.
“Okay, you’ve had your fun. Now I need you to untie me and we can figure this whole thing out.” Hillary stammered trying to assert her authority.
“Cash or cookies.” Gabby simply repeated.
“I told you, I don’t have them,” Hillary stated, her mind racing, “But what if I offered something else?”
The girls gave her a skeptical look. “Okay, we’ll hear you out.” Katie said, taking a seat beside the bound woman. Gabby sat on the opposite side.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Hillary started, "I truly don't have $200 or any cookies. But I'd like to help your troop in another way.” As she was talking, she felt small fingers gently stroke her sides. “H-how about I-ehehe donate $20 and bake some cookies to -mmmm- to bring to your next meet-eeheehee-ing?" Another pair of fingers lightly walked up her ribcage. She squirmed, but couldn't move away pinned between the couch and the girls.
Katie glanced at Gabby, who shook her head. "Not enough."
“What if I also write a letter of recommendation for your troop?" Hillary pleaded. She gasped as Katie’s fingers reached the top of her ribs and began sliding over her armpits. “Or let me volunteer to help!”
"I'm afraid that won't do," Gabby said, shaking her head at Hillary's offer.
“Yeah! Payment is due today!” Katie added. “Time to start talking lady! Where are the cookies or the cash?” The young girl leaned in close to Hillary.
“I already told you I don’t have them!”
“You expect us to believe that? You barely looked around. We know you’re hiding something.”
“Please, I’m telling the truth. Can’t we work something out?” Hillary said nervously.
“No more deals, we want answers.” demanded Gabby. Her face was so close to Hillary’s that the woman could feel some of the girl’s messy strands of hair brush her cheek.
“I… I don’t know what to tell you.”
After a tense staredown, the girls backed off and huddled together, whispering too low for Hillary to hear. She tested her bonds one last time to see if there was any chance of escape, but there was none. With mischievous smiles, the scouts broke the huddle and addressed the bound woman.
“Since you were so kind to let us demonstrate our knots on you, we thought it would only be fitting to also demonstrate some of our enhanced interrogation techniques.” Gabby announced.
“Th-that won’t be necessary.”
“Yes, it’s clear you need some motivation to be more honest with us.” Katie added with fake sympathy.
“Girls, please.” Hillary was suddenly very conscious of the fact that a few of the lower buttons of her blouse had become undone exposing the smooth skin from her pants waistline to her lower ribs.
“We know you’re hiding something, but don't worry, we’ll get it out of you one way or another.”
Hillary braced herself as the scouts circled around her bound form. Without warning, Gabby darted forward and started scribbling her fingers all around her bare tummy. The woman immediately dissolved into helpless giggles and laughter.
“Nooohohohohoh pleeeheeeeze! noooo Ti-heheheh-ckling!”
Katie joined in the attack, scratching at Hillary’s lowest ribs through her blouse, the thin material providing no defense from the probing fingers. The powerless mother whipped her head back and forth, the only part of her body that wasn’t expertly tied down. Her mouth was forced agape in a frenzied smile at the hands of these devilish scouts.
“Where’s the money? Talk!” Gabby demanded between attacks. Her small hands dug into the sensitive tummy doling out ticklish assaults by the handful. Hillary couldn’t answer even if she wanted to as she was rendered incoherent by the dual ticklers on either side of her. The logical part of her mind was not surprised these two earned the interrogation badge (If such a thing existed). It also found the situation absurd, that two girls her daughter’s age, had her trussed up like a bird, and were torturing her over some cookies, admittedly a lot of cookies.
Her thoughts were shattered as she felt two hands scribble their small digits across her lower tummy right above her pants waist, an especially sensitive spot. At the same time, two more hands dug into her ribs, roughly rocking back and forth, over the fabric covered skin.
“Nooo!-hahahaha St-ahahahahahaah-p!” She cried sucking in her belly, but Gabby’s hands easily kept contact with the flushed skin. Her pony tailed counterpart worked her hands up and down the ribcage playing it like a piano. The scouts shared a smirk at the sight of the older woman helplessly laughing under their touch. With arms pinned behind her back, Hillary could only struggle fruitlessly, her pale skin flushed crimson as her shrieking filled the house. After a few minutes, Gabby and Katie relented. It had been a short session, but it was intense enough that Hillary was out of breath. The redhead panted, while the two girls snickered at her.
“Please, I’m telling the truth!” She managed.
“I don’t think so. What kind of secrets are you hiding from us, miss cookie thief?” Gabby said, poking the mother in the side.
“Ahhh! Just untie me and we can all figure this out. I promise I won't be upset." Hillary begged, putting as much gentle pleading into her voice as she could muster. The impish smiles on the girls’ faces dashed her hopes.
“I think I know what will really make her crack.” giggled Katie. She leaned over and whispered something to her friend.
“Ooooh that’s guaranteed to make any ticklish grown up talk!”
Hillary followed their gaze and saw that it landed directly on her cute ball shaped outie.
“Oh no… you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t both tickle my helpless belly button at the same time? Not theeeeeerrrreeeee!”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The scouts descended on her midriff. Katie slowly circled her fingers torturously around the rim, while Gabby spidered across the surrounding flesh. Hillary bucked and twisted even harder than before, unable to control her hysterical laughter. Of all her ticklish spots, her belly button was one of the worst. Tears began to form in her squeezed shut eyes.
“Bet you regret not telling us now!” Katie teased. Her two fingers zeroed in on Hillary’s exposed belly button like missiles locked on target. She began swirling her fingers slowly in tight circles, feeling every nook and cranny of flesh inside. Hillary immediately let out a high-pitched squeal and bucked hard from side to side.
"Nahahaha-heehee stohohop tihihickling m-my ouuutie!"
Gabby joined in on the other side, seizing Hillary's quivering outie between her thumb and forefinger. She gave it playful wiggles and squeezes in a way that made Hillary howl. She switched between this and rubbing tight circles around the perimeter, while her partner teased the insides.
"Ahahahahaha! pleeehease it tihihihickles too muuuuuch!"
Ignoring her cries, the girls kept it up relentlessly. Gabby and Katie showed no mercy. They would switch off with one focusing on her lovely navel, while the other would target her neck or armpits, and then trade places. The bound redhead thrashed and screamed, begging and pleading for them to stop, but they just giggled and continued their attack.
After what felt like an eternity to Hillary, the scouts finally slowed their tickling but didn't fully stop, keeping a single finger circling Hillary's overstimulated belly button as they spoke.
"You know, no one has lasted this long under our tickle interrogation before without giving in," remarked Gabby.
"Mhmm, usually they're begging us to stop and willing to tell us all their secrets after just a few minutes," Katie added.
"You must reeeaaally have something good hidden if you could withstand our tickling for so long," Gabby said.
Hillary was still struggling to catch her breath, panting with residual giggles. Through sputters of laughter she protested, "I t-told you girls...n-no cookies or m-money, just p-please stop t-tickling me!"
Katie's finger continued teasing slow circles around Hillary's belly button rim as she replied, "Are you sure that's everything? We're very good at getting to the truth..."
Gabby joined in again, carefully drumming her fingers around the indentation. "One more time - any cookies or cash stashed away?"
Hillary groaned weakly, on the verge of hysterics again. "N-noooo I s-swear!"
Katie looked Hillary in the eyes and said…
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