This idea comes from aceman88
There was currently an ongoing war between Screaming Gaffers and Killer Grips alike, as they had been given a war film themed challenge, and for the final part, both teams were given the task of trying to capture the enemy team's flag. Whoever ended up coming out successful would win the challenge, in addition to the "Chest of Mind Blowing Secrets".
While Beth came up with the plans of attacking for the Grips, Lindsay had taken up the role of being their de facto leader, dubbing herself as "Admiral Lindsay, her Hotness', despite it not actually being the correct rank. She was currently relaxing after sending her team off to capture the flag, and was awaiting their successful return.
However, such a hope did not come to pass, as she was attacked from behind, and had a chloroform-soaked rag stuffed into her face. As she struggled to try and break free, she quickly lost consciousness, and collapsed out cold on the ground.
Unbeknownst to her, Harold and Duncan, usually bitter rivals, were now grinning solemnly at each other as they were now ready for the next part of the plan they had in mind. "Alright then, let's get her back to the base for the interrogation process." The uber nerd suggested as he grabbed the knocked out blonde by the arms, while the delinquent grabbed her legs, and they carried her off to the Gaffers base.
The two boys made it back in no time flat, and got a chair, a stepping stool, and some long rope from their supplies pile. Duncan placed their captive into the chair and put her legs on the stool, while Harold tied her down tight with the ropes, using his knot tying skills, courtesy of Knot Tying Steve's Knot Tying Camp. Each of them grabbed one of her long boots, and pulled them off to reveal her long, lovely legs and her gorgeous bare feet, albeit a slightly large pair.
Just then, she was starting to come around back to consciousness, but was still a bit groggy. "Urgh...Hu-Huh, what? What happened? What's going on, where am I?" She asked as she looked around at her surroundings.
"Your at the Gaffer base, sunshine. And we're here to convince to surrender the victory to us." Duncan told her, with his arms crossed. She looked at him like he had two heads, before giving him a glare of confidence that admittedly surprised him, coming from her.
"No chance! I won't give in!" She turned her head away as she boasted. "I wouldn't say your in any position to refuse, for we have our ways of getting you to agree." Harold warned her in an ominous tone, for dramatic effect. Lindsay did not deter. "Do your worst!" She said, still not looking at them.
Duncan just gave a confident smirk of his own, while chuckling evilly. "Oh, trust me, we will." He said as he turned to nod at Harold, and the two of them walked over to her legs before grabbing hold of them and beginning to run their fingers on them, starting from the thighs to the knees to the calves.
This feeling made Lindsay's eyes go wide open, as a smile slowly crept onto her face. She tried biting her lip to restrain herself, but it ultimately proved futile, as she had soon gone into a giggly fit. "Hahahahaha heeheeheeheehee! Stohohohohop thahahahat, it tihihihihickles!" She demanded between chortles.
"Stop, after just getting started? Pfft, yeah, that'll TOTALLY happen." Duncan muttered sarcastically as he and Harold continued their interrogation method. They poked and prodded and lightly pinched every inch of her smooth, sensitive skin that they could manage. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Beheheheheth! Ohohohohohowen! Anybohohohohohohohody, hehehehehehehehehehelp mehehehehehehe!" She cried out in desperation.
"It's no use, Admiral. Your team is captured in a trap, and struggling to free themselves as we speak." Harold told her while he and his teammate went on to her shins and ankles. They also opted to go at a slightly faster pace, getting her to laugh more loudly. "So, still not willing to give in to our request?" Duncan asked.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohoho, nehehehehehehehehever!" She remained adamant in her choice, a choice that the Gaffer boys would be sure to have changed.
Meanwhile elsewhere, the rest of the Grips were all stuck in a net trap that Duncan had set for them, should they try to attack their base. They struggled and failed to escape, before sighing simultaneously in disappointment.
"Oh, I hope that Lindsay's doing better than we are." Beth stated in worry for her bestie. "I wonder what she's up to right now." Owen wondered, and this got them all to ponder what their leader could possibly be up to.
Back at the Gaffer base, Duncan and Harold were still having a field day with tickling Lindsay's legs. They found that they were getting nowhere with this, so they figured the next best choice would be to move on to another spot. One that they were certain would be a much worse spot for the blonde than her legs.
They stopped and allowed their victim to catch her breath. When she did, she saw both of them looking at her with a serious look in their eyes. "Last chance to comply, otherwise, get ready for more." Duncan told her. She gave a nervous gulp, but still had remained defiant to their demands. "No." She responded.
"Very well, just keep in mind, we gave you multiple chances to get out of this, so you brought this on yourself." Harold told her as he got some brushes out, and passed one to Duncan before they walked over to her feet, and started brushing them vigorously. Lindsay immediately erupted with laughter, as her feet were her most sensitive spot.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHOH NOHOHOHOHOHO! P-PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOHOHOHOT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!" Her confidence had completely shattered, and she was now begging for mercy, only after using up her last shot at getting out of this. The bristles of those brushes felt even more unbearable than their fingers did, as they brushed at her heels rapidly.
They slowly traveled their way up, and rubbed the brushes in a circular motion on her soles. She tried pulling them away from them, but it proved to be a failure. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She was cackling maniacally, much like a hyena or Izzy would. But her frantic laughter failed to dissuade her tormentors from stopping, as they slowly brushed across her long arches.
The worst part of it came when they targeted her curly, wiggly toes. That was when they knew they hit her biggest sweet spot, so they held her toes back, and made sure to tickle each individual one, as well as under them, and especially between them, too. By this point, Lindsay was a broken, laughing mess, as her mascara was running from how many tears were trickling down her cheeks. She didn't care about winning anymore, she just wanted out of this.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOHOHOHOT MY TOHOHOHOHOHOHOES! OKAHAHAHAHAY, OKAHAHAHAHAY! I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP, I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP! JUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUST STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" She begged to be let go.
Harold and Duncan shared a grin of satisfaction, as they knew their work was done. They pulled the brushes away, and untied Lindsay from the chair. "Wise choice." Harold told her before he and Duncan went to go tell Chris about the news.
In the end, the Gaffers won that day, however, Duncan and Harold were dismayed to learn that the Chest of Mind Blowing Secrets was revealed to not actually have anything in it, so their biggest motivation of the day was all for naught.
The Grips eliminated Izzy that night, and now Lindsay was explaining to Beth about what had happened to her during the challenge. And even though she was happy to not have to deal with that torture anymore, she still felt upset.
This was now the second time where she was in charge of their team, and yet they lost because of her. Unlike last time though, where she cost them the win for her bossiness, this time it was because she had ended up stuck in a helpless situation, and couldn't help but think of it as a moment of weakness."They finally stopped after I agreed to give up. I feel like such a failure." She sadly finished her summary of today's events as she weeped softly into her hands.
The farm girl could only watch in sympathy as her best friend cried at her poor performance as a leader. She pondered what she could do, before getting an idea. She placed her bare feet in Lindsay's lap, to which Lindsay looked up at the glasses wearing girl, who gave her a gentle smile.
"It's alright, I don't hold our loss against you. You were put in a tough spot, so I thought after getting tickled all day, you might want to vent your frustrations by GIVING someone tickles, to see what it feels like to be in control, in that situation." She explained.
"Are you sure? I don't want to see you suffer the same way I did." Lindsay was doubtful, but Beth was absolutely certain. "Your not like those two, and besides, this is just some friendly fun between us girls, nothing else."
Lindsay wiped her tears away, and gave Beth a grateful smile. "Thanks Beth, you're such a good friend." She told her before beginning to tickle her feet happily, getting Beth to laugh at the sensation. This continued on deep into the night, as after the horrible experience that day, Lindsay felt a whole lot better now.
Alright then, that's another idea down. I feel like I should apologize, because yesterday was the one month anniversary of when I started this series. I had wanted to do something special for the occasion, but I was just feeling unmotivated, and tired, and sweaty from how hot I felt outside on that day. So at the very least, I hope that this chapter is enough to make it up to you guys.
