Tommy 'toad's' victory

Kendra was fuming! AND laughing her head off at the same time. Not that there was anything even slightly funny about the whole situation, though.

About an hour ago, she and Val had been sitting at her friends room, in silence, being bored stiff. Eventually, Val had proposed to do a little bondage, take some pictures and put them on the net. Unrecognizable of course, just to see what kind of weirdo's they could attract. They had done so before, and the reactions had been hilarious, from time to time.

Some fifteen minutes later Kendra was sitting on the bed, her hands tied, not uncomfortably, at the small of her back, her wrist connected to a simple rope harness. Valerie had left the house, pretending she wanted to buy a few beers before they started, but Kendra knew better. Sure, she would get the beers, but that was not what this was about. Valerie loved to leave her like this! It gave her a tremendous kick, to freely walk the street, while her friend was sitting back home helpless, with nothing to do than wait for her to return.

She walked around the room a little, then sat back on the bed, almost toppling over backwards, quickly stretching her legs out in the air, to regain her balance.

With a thud, her heavy boots hit the floor again, and the wait continued.

Sooner than she had expected the door opened again. She hadn't even heard Val coming up the stairs. "That was quick...", she started. But it wasn't her friend. In stead, her younger brother's face peeked around the door. Kendra slumped back. "Run along, little toad. Val's not here!" The disdain in her voice came naturally, Valerie and she hardly acknowledged the boys existence, ignoring his childish jokes and comments on their appearance completely.

But Tommy did not run along. In stead, he came in, closed the door behind him, and sat down next to her on the bed. She looked at him with a blank face, then turned away. In the room, out of the room: what did it matter? He was of no importance wherever he went. "Well look at you!", Tommy said. No reaction. He grabbed the hem of her short black dress and pulled it up to her waist. Even now, the best he got was an slightly annoyed glance, as she started to move away from him.

You can't pull it back down, can you?" Disgusted by his snickering she got up from the bed, expecting the dress to flow back down. But it's material was to stiff, and it kept clinging to her waist like a dis functional corset. What now? She certainly wasn't going to jump up and down in front of the toad. But just standing there like that didn't do much for her dignity either. She wanted to sit back down again, but before she could, he was standing beside her. Like a snakes head, his hand slid into her panties. NOW he had her attention! 'Hey, back off you little..." But she never finished.

In stead, her body stiffened, and she snorted with laughter. With his left hand, the boy had targeted her side, and incredibly, he had landed exactly on her worst tickle spot. It took him about one second to realize that, and from there on, she was his puppet.

Kendra was fuming! Here she was, with this total nobody manhandling her and all she could do was giggle like an idiot! His actions were completely intolerable, and yet she just stood there, taking it, making uncontrolled snorting sounds, alternated with bellying laughter. What made things even worse, was that she was sure she could have fought him off, even without her hands, but the tickling sapped all strength from her muscles, and she felt as weak as a baby.

Where the hell was Valerie?!