Just then, a curt knock sounded on the suite's open balcony door. A familiar face glared in - it was the rude blonde woman from check-in. Hillary's heart sank. Of all people to find her trapped like this!
"Do you have any idea how loud those bratty kids of yours have been? Some of us are trying to relax," she snapped, resting a thin hand on her hip.
"Sorry for the noise, we were just having a bit of fun," Hillary replied calmly from her blanket cocoon. She was suddenly acutely aware of her bare feet and tummy. "The girls are just excited to be on vacation."
"Well their shrieking is disrupting the peace. If I hear one more peal, there'll be a complaint. Get them under control," the woman said, nose wrinkled judgmentally.
She turned to leave, but smirked at the bound Hillary. “Though given your state, it looks like you’re the one under their control.”
Hillary could only glare in response. The mother’s bare feet were clearly visible above the layers of blankets, small pink-painted toes flexing and wiggling involuntarily. Her pale tummy peaked out of the folds. A wicked smile crawled across the woman's lips at the delightful idea suddenly dawning on her.
"How rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself. Celia Middleton."
“Hillary.”
Celia sauntered back over till she was towering above the bound mother. Hillary eyed her warily.
The blonde woman traced a manicured nail lightly across Hillary's defenseless sole, eliciting an involuntary giggle.
"Let's talk about those kids of yours," Celia purred, continuing to trace slow circles.
Hillary stifled some giggles, wanting to pull her foot away but unable to move. "What mmm about them?" she asked nervously.
"They seem quite loud and unruly," Celia observed, applying more pressure for just a moment. Hillary gasped at the sudden sensation, but didn’t let it get to her.
"Kids will be kids," Hillary replied.
"And yet they are a nuisance to everyone around," Celia said. Her fingers began lightly spidering up Hillary's arch, making her toes curl reflexively.
"Oooooh I'll talk to them, please stop," Hillary begged, as Celia continued to scratch her arches.
"Please stop what?" Janet asked innocently, pausing her fingers.
Hillary caught her breath. "S-stop tickling… the bottoms of my feet," she muttered weakly.
"My, how clumsy of me," Celia cooed, as if noticing Hillary's predicament for the first time. "I do apologize."
Her fingers trailed lightly up the sheets wrapped around Hillary.
"I suppose we should move our discussion elsewhere, to avoid any...accidents."
Hillary strained against her bondage, but there was no escape from the rude woman’s touch as it crept undeterred towards her pale tummy.
"Now, where were we? Ah yes, rules for the little ones. Do tell me again how you plan to keep them from causing mischief?" she prompted sweetly, while tracing delicate patterns across Hillary's lower stomach.
“Eeeh! No! Hehehe.”
“No? But then what if they disrupt my peaceful getaway again?”
“No! you’re still tickling me!”
Celia cocked her head. "I'm not tickling you. We're just having a chat about keeping the noise down, remember?" She drew her finger around Hillary’s plump little outie.
"I'll t-talk to them a-again!" Hillary gasped out between giggles. "Explain they ne-hehe-ed to be quieter."
Celia paused, considering this while Hillary gulped for air. "Try again," She purred. "I'll need more assurance than that." Her fingers poked the mother’s helpless navel for emphasis.
Hillary cried, "W-we'll stay in m-more! Hahahehe Play games in o-our room instead!"
Celia clicked her tongue in mock disappointment. "Not strict enough. Try again." She increased the speed of her fingers.
"Q-quiet time at all times and we will avoid wherever you are!" Hillary shrieked desperately.
Finally Celia ceased, watching Hillary pant with a self-satisfied smile. "See, that wasn’t so hard. I expect you to enforce those rules, otherwise..."
Hillary immediately dissolved into hysterical laughter, as the woman’s nimble fingers descended upon her defenseless soles.
"Noooo hahaha please! Ahhhhahahaha stoooop!" she howled.
Celia then attacked Hillary's midriff with ruthless glee. The bound woman shrieked, bucking madly to escape. "Nooooo not there hahahah hohoho, so ticklish!" Her ears burned red with humiliation at being so helpless.
Chuckling, the woman hooked her nail into the sensitive whorl of her belly button and wiggled it mercilessly. Hillary screeched like a banshee, thrashing wildly in her bonds.
After a few moments of this, the rude woman withdrew her fingers, letting Hillary recover slightly through gulping breaths. “Had enough?”
Hillary nodded frantically, fearing what fresh ticklish torment lay in wait if she didn’t comply. Satisfied, the woman continued, “Then you’ll control those brats of yours. No more noise, understand?”
Hillary hesitated, protective motherly instincts warring with her current helpless state. She felt the woman’s nails resting on her belly, not moving. “Y-yes! I promise, just please no more tickling!”
A pause, then the scratching assaulted Hillary’s belly button once more. Through hysterical screams, the woman hissed, “Say you’ll keep them in line!”
“I’ll keep them in line, I swear!” Hillary bellowed desperately between shrieks. Finally the nails retreated, leaving her gasping. The woman condescendingly brushed the strands of hair out of Hillary’s face.
"How precious you look all tuckered out," she mocked, "I do hope we've come to an understanding about proper decorum on this voyage."
Hillary gazed back angrily, unable to respond lest she invite more torture.
Slowly, gracefully, the intruder rose to leave. Her designer heels clicked as she walked out the door, leaving Hillary trapped, but at least in peace for now.
After a few moments, the sound of cheerful chatter and rolling suitcases approached: Tina and Brie had finally returned. They immediately noticed something was amiss.
“Mom, you look… worse than when we left you.” Tina said.
Hillary gazed wearily at her daughters. "Girls...I'm so glad you're back."
"What happened, Mom?" Brie asked gently, kneeling beside her.
"That unpleasant woman from earlier, Celia...she was not happy with the noise earlier. When she found me like this… Well, let’s just say you girls did an excellent job wrapping me up and exposing my ticklish parts." Hillary forced a chuckle.
It slowly dawned on them what had happened, while they were gone.
“I’m so sorry, mom! We never meant for this to happen!” Tina cried.
“Me too! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Brie asked. She quickly unraveled their flustered mom, while Tina got her a bottle of water.
After taking a big gulp, Hillary responded, “I’m fine, I’m fine. At least it was only tickling right?”
"We need to get her back somehow," Brie fumed.
"Reporting her to the staff is a better idea," Tina said.
Hillary shook her head wearily. "That won't solve anything, girls. The best revenge is to move on, enjoy our vacation, and be happy."
"But Mom, she hurt you!" Brie protested.
"And she'll just keep tormenting people if we don't stop her," added Tina.
The three talked for a while before finally deciding…
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