tickling birds

the library ticklers part 1 and 2

The dank old library carried its own personality. Always foreboding, yet Amy found it comfortable most of the time. Like wrapping yourself in an old blanket….Amy had a tendency to kick off her heels. Nobody could see behind the oak desk anyway.  It was the perfect time to look at some tickling videos, and write tickling fiction, Amy’s absolute favorite setups. Some sensual touching here, a little teasing there, and endless erotic laughter filled the area behind Amy’s desk. Sometimes even a real tickle session sprang up in those halls, and Amy was always ready in her best tickle outfit. 

Closing time approached. The library slowly emptied. Amy noting each patron as they left and let a few of them wander into the tickling fiction in her mind. Yeap. One of those nights. She would have to relieve some pressure just to get home. Time for her last rounds. She stood and smoothed her skirt. Leaving her shoes behind she headed for the third floor. The spookiest part of her day. The library slowly getting darker…the fantasies in her mind gathering like storm clouds. 

The third floor was clear and as she turned off the lights she heard a clunk on the second floor. She buzzed with fear. 
“Hey. Who’s down there?”
She didn’t expect an answer and didn’t get one. Probably just the old building settling down for the night. She grabbed a newspaper stick and held it in front of her like a sword as she wafted down the stairs. Willing herself calm. 

The blurry recollection of the evening’s patrons spun around in her head as she crept onto the second floor, padding carefully around each stack. As she attempted to place each one into their exit time, she quietly retrieved a small flashlight she had tucked into her wide waist belt. The click of the light igniting was far too loud, and she once again heard the clunk. “The library is closed!” she exclaimed, holding her makeshift weapon outward. As her bare feet treaded the old carpet, it was almost as though the library was closing in on her. She stifled a giggle as the carpet fibers slid across her instep. Given how often she brushed her feet on the floor for a little spark, she couldn’t believe she left her shoes behind now. And those little giggles certainly did not go unnoticed. 

The library had an old spiral staircase between the first and second floor. Amy often used the landing to tease people with peeks up her skirt. Which is exactly why her pursuers lied in wait here. The arms came out of nowhere. Faster and stronger than anything shed ever felt. Her wrists suddenly above her head and the click of heavy cuffs.

“What. Hey..knock it off!!!”

Suddenly she was dangling in the spiral staircase.  Her wide belt at floor level, her upper body on the second floor, her lower body on the first floor. All of it in danger. She squirmed and twisted, trying to get her feet to touch something solid, squealing her frustrations as her captors - at least two. They moved around in the dark of the second floor, not talking but obviously working well together. Amy heard steps going down to the first floor as a blindfold was whipped around her head and tied tightly. Through her fear a nugget of excitement, just a grain of lust. She was helpless and now blind. She wondered what was coming next….and her mind was betraying her.

She drew a deep breath and tried to ascertain the situation. Her toes danced, her fingers wriggled. She’d read that one’s senses amplify if one sense is deprived, but her lack of sight didn’t give her the clairvoyance to know who was there or what they were planning to do. She tried to rock back and forth in her bonds, but limply bumped against the wall. “Better be careful, I know kung…jitsu!” She kicked her legs out in a mishapen stance, as she thought she sensed moving shadows through her blindfold. Suddenly, Amy became very aware of her vulnerability. Each and every tickle spot was like a bright mental red light, flaring up and sending out warning signals to her mind.   

She felt her ankles grabbed. Legs spread slightly and two very loud clicks. Her legs could now only squirm, wriggle. She was captured, helpless.

“Aren’t we in a fine mess?”