Something soft and smooth caressed the sole of Summer's foot, drawing her out of her unconscious state. It began slowly, at her heels, slowly crawling up the length of her foot to the base of her toes, then back down again. She shifted uncomfortably and tried to pull away, but something held her legs fast. The sensation continued, slow and gentle, teasing her sensitive flesh. Her face split into a wide grin, and before she could control herself, a peal of girlish giggles erupted form her diaphragm. Whatever it was, it wasn't stopping. In fact, it only seemed to feed on her mirth, now flicking up and down the length of her soles, switching from one foot to the other at random. Summer squealed, unable to contain herself. Her body writhed against her control as her giggles escalated into full belly laughter. Her eyes bugged in surprise.
She was in the family living room. The room seemed darker than it should be, but she couldn't tell why. All she could focus on right now was her predicament. She sat upright on one end of the love seat, and someone had gone to great trouble to tie her up. Her wrists had been bound together, secured to another rope coiled around her chest, keeping her hands elevated and visible. Her legs had been tied together, just above the knees and at the ankles. The coffee table had been pushed up close to the small sofa's cushions, her legs stretched out across its surface, another rope securing her ankles down to the table's leg. Someone had removed her shoes and socks; she thought she could see them discarded haphazardly on the floor. Her big toes had been tied together with a bit of string, allowing her toes to curl, but preventing her feet to pull away from one another.
A woman knelt on the floor before her trapped feet, tormenting her soles with a white feather. It tickled her like crazy, like nothing she'd ever felt before, and she thrashed and struggled in vain to free herself or evade the feather's kiss. But this woman knew exactly what she was doing; a tiny, sadistic smirk had quirked up one corner of her mouth as she meticulously feathered the teenager's bare feet. Before long, Summer collapsed into the love seat, her muscles going limp with over-exertion.
"Hahahahahahaha--ohohohoho plehehehehease!" She begged, hoping the woman would show some mercy. "Stahahahahap!"
Surprisingly, she did stop, pulling the feather away. As her laughter faded into giggles, Summer puffed out a sign of relief. Her tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies. She had no idea what was going on. The last thing she remembered before blanking out was researching the Code that Dad's notes had gone over. She had been so close to cracking it...
She gasped audibly. The Code! That must be what this was all about. But before she could open her mouth to speak, she saw the woman lowering the feather again. Not towards Summer, however, but another, smaller pair of bare feet that had also been tied down atop the coffee table. Twisting her head, she saw Mouse seated next to her, tied up in an identical manner. She was still unconscious, but rapidly came to as the feather began stroking her soles. The younger sibling yelped and began squirming almost immediately. Summer felt pity for her little sister, but at the same time, was glad she wasn't the one being tickled anymore.
It took less than a minute for Mouse to crack. Very quickly the feather had gotten to her, eliciting peals of frantic laughter as her back arched and legs kicked helplessly.
"Nohohohohoho mohohohohohohore!" She begged, desperation ringing in her voice.
Again, the woman complied, pulling the feather away. She simply sat back and watched the girls, her baby blue eyes weighing and measuring them. She passed a hand through her honey-blonde hair, pushing it away from her eyes. Her rose-red lips curled into a wicked smile.
"You children are quite ticklish." The woman said. Summer recognized the undertone of an accent in her voice, but could not place it. "It would be a shame if I had to continue torturing you like this."
A chill ran down Summer's spine, making her shudder. Her toes curled unconsciously at the thought of enduring that feather's touch again. "W-what do you want?" She asked nervously.
The woman smiled. "Smart girl." She reached under the coffee table and slapped two things on the surface: Dad's folder containing his notes on the Code for his story, and Summer's notebook, which she'd been taking notes in while trying to decipher the Code. "These notes are incomplete." The woman said. "I need you to translate the code for us."
"Why should I?" Summer asked, trying to sound defiant and hoping her nervousness didn't show through.
"Because if you don't, you and your sister are in for the tickling of a lifetime." The woman said simply.
"No..." Mouse whimpered, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "Summer, I don't know what's going on, but I don't think I can take another tickling like that. Just tell her what she wants. Please?"
Summer looked away from her sister. "I...can't, Mouse."
"But why not?!" She insisted, desperation in her voice again.
"Because that Code Dad's been working on is very important. I don't know who this woman is, but if she gets her hands on it she can decipher top secret documents used by the US government. Or the Russian government." Summer tried to shoot the woman a defiant glare. "I don't know who you think you are, but I don't think anyone willing to break into houses and torture children should have that kind of power. I won't help you. Final answer."
"It's a shame, really." The woman said, giving a faux sigh. She turned her head to someone else, a large man standing near the picture window facing out into the front yard. "Keep an eye out for the mother's return. If the girls don't talk, perhaps we can persuade Mommy to give us what we want." She turned back, flashing Summer with an evil smile. "Perhaps their ticklishness is inherited."
The man didn't say anything, only nodded and continued watching out the window through a crack in the curtains. Summer now understood why the room was so dark. The curtains had been drawn just enough to leave that crack for the man to watch through.
"Now then," the woman purred, wafting the feather in the air for Summer and Mouse to see. "Who should I start with?"
Summer felt nauseated and questioned whether or not she'd made the right call. She couldn't stand being tickled! And she knew Mouse was going to pay for her defiance. Mouse whimpered pitifully, and Summer saw her trying to back into the couch cushions despite the ropes. Their eyes met, and Summer hoped hers didn't look nearly as wide-eyed with fear as her sister's. "It'll be okay, Mouse." She tried to reassure her. "Someone will come for us. I'm sure of it." She almost believed it herself. Almost.
"How touching." The woman said. "I think I'll start with..."
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