Andy and Thomas 4
Thomas invited me stay over again the next time his parents were out of town. He promised me his brothers wouldn't try anything funny but I should have known better. I walked in and they were already wrapping his fists with duct tape.
"Sorry Andy but they made me call you."
"That's enough talking" Rob said and shoved one of his socks in his mouth and taped it in.
They taped my fists up and then Rob gagged me with his gross sweaty gym sock. I gagged as soon as it touched my tongue and tried to spit it out but he covered my lips with tape to keep it in.
"Tastes pretty terrible huh?"
"MMHM" I grunted under my gag.
They dragged us down to the basement and set us down the cots and use more tape to bind our ankles. Rob tickled my feet as he was taping them and I let out an angry grunt.
"Give them a break" Mark said. "Besides we have all weekend to tickle them." We just groaned into our gags when we heard that.
Fran showed up later on and we groaned again when we realized she had a bag that was filled with her old clothes.
They untied us so Fran could paint our fingernails and toenails. She used pink nail polish. Then we changed into the clothes she brought for us. Trainer bras, panties, dresses, and pantyhose. My pantyhose were red and his were pink.
"They look so adorable in my old clothes."
"Do you want to be tied up again or do you want to clean?" Mark asked.
We couldn't answer because we were gagged so we pointed to the floor and they knew what we were saying.
They gave us pink frilly aprons to put on over our dresses and made us dust the whole house. Then we swept and vaccuumed and did laundry. They saved the kitchen and bathroom floors for later. I found out from Thomas that his brothers would always take credit with their parents for the work we did. They would tell their mom it was them who cleaned the place up.
Mark and Fran went back to her house to hang out so we were left at the mercy of Rob.
"Would you like to go back downstairs?" Rob asked.
We grunted and shook our heads NO.
"Too bad. Just one thing before we go back downstairs." He lifted our dresses and gave us major wedgies. After turning the girls panties we were wearing into thongs he used tape to wrap under our waist and tape the underwear in place.
We laid on the cots and Rob made us put our hands together so he could wrap them with tape from the tips of our fingers to our wrists until we could not separate them. Then he took rope and tied our ankles tightly.
It was obvious what came next. He took turns tickle both of us switching back and forth. "Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted us. If the tickling wasn't torture enough the wediges deffinitely were.
"Sorry Andy but they made me call you."
"That's enough talking" Rob said and shoved one of his socks in his mouth and taped it in.
They taped my fists up and then Rob gagged me with his gross sweaty gym sock. I gagged as soon as it touched my tongue and tried to spit it out but he covered my lips with tape to keep it in.
"Tastes pretty terrible huh?"
"MMHM" I grunted under my gag.
They dragged us down to the basement and set us down the cots and use more tape to bind our ankles. Rob tickled my feet as he was taping them and I let out an angry grunt.
"Give them a break" Mark said. "Besides we have all weekend to tickle them." We just groaned into our gags when we heard that.
Fran showed up later on and we groaned again when we realized she had a bag that was filled with her old clothes.
They untied us so Fran could paint our fingernails and toenails. She used pink nail polish. Then we changed into the clothes she brought for us. Trainer bras, panties, dresses, and pantyhose. My pantyhose were red and his were pink.
"They look so adorable in my old clothes."
"Do you want to be tied up again or do you want to clean?" Mark asked.
We couldn't answer because we were gagged so we pointed to the floor and they knew what we were saying.
They gave us pink frilly aprons to put on over our dresses and made us dust the whole house. Then we swept and vaccuumed and did laundry. They saved the kitchen and bathroom floors for later. I found out from Thomas that his brothers would always take credit with their parents for the work we did. They would tell their mom it was them who cleaned the place up.
Mark and Fran went back to her house to hang out so we were left at the mercy of Rob.
"Would you like to go back downstairs?" Rob asked.
We grunted and shook our heads NO.
"Too bad. Just one thing before we go back downstairs." He lifted our dresses and gave us major wedgies. After turning the girls panties we were wearing into thongs he used tape to wrap under our waist and tape the underwear in place.
We laid on the cots and Rob made us put our hands together so he could wrap them with tape from the tips of our fingers to our wrists until we could not separate them. Then he took rope and tied our ankles tightly.
It was obvious what came next. He took turns tickle both of us switching back and forth. "Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted us. If the tickling wasn't torture enough the wediges deffinitely were.
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