WILKYS TICKLE GIRL Wilky's basement was starting to get full. So far he had three girls, each in a seperate cell. He loved the time he spent caring for and spending with his collection: there was no end to the shopping" clothing and make up, furniture and other creature comforts. Like all of the items in his collection,from frogs to rare paintings, he wanted his items to thrive, to increase in value... And when it came to young women, there was also a huge variety to collect. And for the last few weeks, Wilky had had somethinf special in mind, something very specific... Wilky pushed the shopping cart around the market. he stopped here and there and place this or that into his cart, but it wasnt food he was after, it was another collectable. He saw one, and did what he had done a dozen times that day at a dozen different markets: he followed her, and watched her. She was petite, with blond hair in a pony tail, perhaps twelve to fifteen. She had braces, and wore a leotard with tight jeans and white sneakers. She was beautiful, and as she grew to adulthood she would blossom. Perfectr. Wilky walked up behind her and gave her a poke in the side and said "Excuse me," as he tried to squeeze by her. The young girl gave a huge squeel and jumped in the air, a smaile on her face. "Oh, sorry, Im just ticklish," she said as she made room for him. "that's okay," said Wilky, and he moved down the aisle... He watched her check out, and followed her to her home as she rode her bike. He watcxhed her home for a few hours...it was obvious that the chubby woman with the high hair was her only parent. Also perfect. Wilky would visit her the next day. Wilky stood back, and looked at the woman, Her name was Irene. Her hair was poofy with hair spray, she had a large nose, but was pretty. She was in her late thirties and had small crows feet near her eyes. her eyes at the moment were huge with fright. The woman was bound and gagged to a chair. Her ankles and knees and thights were tied together. Her wrists were tied in front of her, and in turn tied to her knees. Rope encase her like a mummy to the chair. Her mouth had been stuffed with a pair of pantyhose from her drawer, and tied tightly around her mouth were more pantyhose. Faint "mmmmmmph"ing sounds came from the woman as she bucked and kicked. Wiilky walked foward and raised a hand to her. "Be good," he said, and the woman nodded. "Good. You'll know what to do when the time comes, and then I'll be on my way," Wilky said. The woman nodded again, looking frightened and confused. Wioky left her there and went to the daughters room. He went into her drawers until he found what he wanted: a leotard and pantyhose. He returned to the living room to find the mother on the floor, sideways, the chair tipped over. Wilky smiled. "I think I'll leave you that way. Better dramatic effect," and then he laughed as if it were a hguge joke, and waited. Jeneane, the daughter, came home an hour later. "MOM!" she cried as she dropped her books. Wilky shut the door and was on her before she knew it, a sack thrown over her head. her poor mother had to watch as he daughter was wrestled to the ground, tied, and dragged from the room, screaming... She was brought back about 15 minutes later. her daughter was now tied to the long, slim coffe table. her ankles, and knees were tied, her wrists were tied behind her back, and rope bound her tightly to the table at the ankles and kness and waist and stomach and chest and neck. She had been changed into the dark leotard and pantyhose. Wilky had taken a seat at her feet, a glass of soda with ice was in his hand. the TV was on, the volume loud. It was an old Star Trek episode. Wiolky looked at both woman, and smiled. One hand reached out and hovered over Jeneans right foot. "Are you ticklish?" Wilky asked. Both females went silent and still. It was quiet in the room. "I said, are you ticklish?" and Wilky strtoked one finger up her foot. The young girl shook her head and screamed into her gag, but the scream was a stifled laugh. Her mothers eye went wide and she mmmmphed into the gag. "You ARE ticklish," said Wilky. He let his fingers run up and down the stockinged foot, and was delighted to see the girl buck and squirm. Her eyes opened and shut and her nostrils flared, and he could actually see the muscles under her skin contract and move with the fultile effort of struggling. the girl simply could not control herself! Wilky was entranced. he had never seen anyone react so hard to a simple tickling. he let it go on and on, and after about twenty minutes he stopped. The girls face was flushed, her chest heaved up and down as she took in great gulps of air, and she was making noises that sounded very much like the noises of love. But they werent-they were gagged pleas for mercy, distorted by the stuffing. The girls fingers clutched and unclutched, and her small feet still darter back and forth, toes curled and uncurled. Her mothers face was red with tears, and Wilky got up and went to her, unable to control himself. He places his hard penis in her hands, and the mother started to stroke him right away. he came minites later, shooting across the room. he would have to clean that up, he though absently, cant leave any evidence. Jeneane didnt even notice, her eyes were closed and she looked like she might even be asleep from exhaustion. Wilky zipped his pants back up and smiled and said, "I'll take her," The polive got the anonymos phone call about five hours later: there was a woman in trouble at this adress, her life was in danger, and then hung up. The [olice went to the adress, knocked the door down. and found a woman, but she wasnt in danger. She was, however, bound and gagged: Wilky had wrapped the mother up l;ike a mummy from head to toe and wrapped her to the coffe table. When she was freed she told the story: the polifce found no evidence, the place was wiped clean...and all of her daughters clothes and possesions, as well as her daughter, had been removed from the home. And three states away, Wilky was pulling into his mile long driveway, with a new item for his collection in his trunk. |