Contains: F/F tickling, feet tickling, some bondage, non-con tickling, kidnapping
Taylor slammed the door of her rural house, kicked off her worn sneakers, and flopped down on her sofa, angry at the day's events. After only a few dates, she was certain that the man she had been seeing—Jon—was just another selfish prick. Just that day he nearly caused a scene in a crowded restaurant, then proceeded to ditch her without footing the bill. And now, he had the audacity to ghost her. Taylor groaned, and unfurled her scrunched form, kicking her white sock-clad feet up onto the coffee table.
As Taylor typed out another, calmly-worded text message to Jon, she heard a knock and ring at her doorbell. "Pizza!" A woman's voice shouted from the other side.
"I didn't- Whatever!" Taylor half-yelled, rising from the couch and marching to the door.
Taylor unlocked the front door and aggressively opened it, and was greeted by a face concealed by a baseball cap.
"I didn't-" Taylor started, but suddenly the woman lunged forward, and cupped her hand around Taylor's mouth, and Taylor's world went dark.
-
Taylor's head felt heavy, as if she had been drinking until the early hours. She tried to rub her temples, but suddenly felt resistance. Whatever grogginess Taylor felt washed away as she realized her arms had been tied over her head and behind her, and that she was now in the backseat of a car. Taylor instantly jerked and pulled at her bound arms, and soon found that her legs were also tied: lengths of rope had been wound and tied above and below her knees, still clad in blue jeans. The most bizarre detail of her predicament, however, was that her ankles had been tied and secured under the headrest of the front passenger seat.
Taylor jerked and pulled at her legs, trying to free her trapped feet, but found that the headrest simply wouldn't give.
"Help!" Taylor cried. "Somebody help me!"
Suddenly, the driver-side door opened, and a long-haired brunette ducked in, not facing Taylor. "Shut up," the woman said, closing the door.
"H-hey, l-" Taylor pleaded. "I said
quiet
," the brunette said, clambering over the console to seat herself in the front passenger seat. Taylor finally shut up at that, scared by who was likely her captor.
"Do you know who I am, Taylor?" Taylor shook her head, short blonde hair falling before her face. "Well," the brunette said, patting the headrest. "My name is Jane, that ring a bell?"
Though the name did sound familiar, Taylor shook her head lest she anger this woman.
Jane grunted. "I'm Jon's ex," she said. Taylor felt a pang of fear, and she had an inkling of a feeling about what was going on.
"You," Jane snarled, "You
stole
him from
me
. And I think you need to be taught a lesson."
"Nonono please!" Taylor begged. "I-I was just going to break up with him, he's a-"
"Too late,
bitch
," Jane said, cold brown eyes staring into Taylor's own. "I'm going to make you
pay
." Taylor whimpered, unsure what the clearly unwell Jane was planning.
"Tell me, Taylor," Jane said, hands resting on the passenger seat, next to Taylor's restrained feet. "Are you ticklish?"
Taylor shivered, and she instinctively jerked her legs. Were she not restrained in such a strange fashion, Taylor would've curled up into a ball. Jane clearly noticed this, and smirked.
"N-No, I'm-" Jane snarled. "
Liar!
"
Taylor clammed up, lip quivering. "You know what I'm going to do to you now, don't you?" Jane teased, forming claws with her hands.
"P-Please!" Taylor begged in a small voice, the fight gone from her. "I told you," Jane said. "It's too late." Jane's hands disappeared behind the car seat.
Unable to see Jane's hands, Taylor squirmed as much as her bindings allowed, covering one socked foot with the other, unsure what Jane might do next. Without warning, Jane spidered her nails on Taylor's heels.
"EEEeeehahahahaha!" Taylor yelled, twisting in her bonds. As Jane's slightly sharp nails scratched away at her socked soles, Taylor did all she could to avoid the tickling, scrunching her toes and flapping her feet about, but the headrest allowed little leeway.
"My my," Jane said, still tickling. "Such big, ticklish feet, even though you're wearing socks!" Taylor blushed. "STOHOhohohp! Le-eeeAHAHAHA!" Taylor yelled, interrupted by Jane tickling just under her toes.
Jane tickled up and down Taylor's feet, covered by ankle socks, seemingly dedicated to scraping the lint off the socks with every touch of her nails. Jane switched her finger-tickling tactics, going from spidering to clawing, almost harshly scratching at Taylor's feet to tickle her through the socks.
Jane teased the contours of Taylor's socked feet in addition to the tickling, making the trapped Taylor giggle when she scratched at her inner arches, or traced the subtle gray prints on the sock's soles, outlining her arches, toes, and heels.
"Nohohoho! Nohohot- NOHOHOhohot there!" Taylor squeaked out, still struggling in her bonds. "I'll- hihihi do anythinhehehe!"
