Tammy the Torturer Goes Viral

DISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, please seek help instead. This story was not written by me, but by my friend Starwarrior. I am posting these stories here on his behalf.


The viewer had come upon Tammy's youtube channel during a search on tickling.  A quick read of the profile had informed the viewer that Tammy was a babysitter for hire.  There were a number of videos on Tammy's channel.  Some related to her life in high school, some were videos of her on vacation or doing random silly things.  And there was one playlist that was labeled "Tammy Tortures".  The viewer clicked on that and found a plethora of tickling videos.

 

..........

 

Tammy stepped into the living room of her latest appointment.  She spied a redheaded ten year old peering around the corner of the hallway and she grinned and wiggled her fingers in his direction.  The boy grinned anxiously and disappeared around the corner.  Tammy laughed to herself.  He was one of her usuals and was well acquainted with the routine of Tammy's babysitting.  The mother gave her all the usual information and closed with a smile and a wink, knowing there would be a quiet house and a slumbering boy when she got home.  The mother left and Tammy turned in the direction of the hall.  She saw the eyes peeking around the corner once more.  Taking a deep breath, she sprinted toward the hiding boy.

 

……….

 

The viewer watched one of Tammy's recent videos.  An eleven year old boy was standing in front of the camera.  He wore just his pajama bottoms and had his arms tied up above his head.  The viewer watched as Tammy stepped into view.  She introduced herself and the boy she was about to tickle.  And then it began.  The user watched with wide eyes as Tammy systematically tickled the boy within an inch of his life.  She was thorough.  She started with the armpits and worked her way down.  Nothing was missed.  Each and every individual bare rib was tickled.  The sides were tickled as well.  She tickled the neck, the chest, and the belly, giving special attention to the bellybutton.  The boy laughed so hard he could no longer stand and when he kneeled she turned her attention to his feet.  She tickled his tootsies until his strength had ebbed to the point that he would have fallen over if he wasn't tied.  She untied his hands and gently lowered him to the ground.  And the tickling continued still.  The boy laughed and giggled and squealed and screamed until one hour later the red faced and sweaty lad was little more than a blob of ticklish boy.  During the tickling Tammy alternately cooed and teased, encouraged and taunted, and the viewer couldn't tell if the boy was desperate for the tickling to stop or never wanted it to stop at all.  By all accounts it seemed as though the boy in the video wasn't sure either.  The viewer had seen enough.  He was convinced.

 

……….

 

Tammy was busily wearing out her current charge.  It had taken her some time just to catch the fleet footed lad but now he was tied up in a chair and was her tickle prisoner.  She had been putting him through the paces and his energy seemed to be flagging.  She tickled away at his bare tummy, wiggling her fingers into the skin and blowing raspberries upon it.  The small boy laughed and laughed.  Soon he was all worn out and ready for bed.  Tammy untied him and carried the exhausted child to his awaiting covers.  She tucked the boy in tenderly and ruffled his hair.  He was out like a light.

 

It was shortly after that her phone buzzed.  She flicked the call button and put the phone to her ear.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Yes.  Is this Tammy?"  A female voice said.

 

"Yes it is."

 

"I understand you do babysitting."  Tammy smiled.  Another customer.

 

"Yes I do."

 

"Well, I'd like to offer you a job.  My name is Shirley and I'd like you to babysit my son this Friday.  His name is Neville."

 

"I'd be happy to.  Where do you live?"

 

"……….Kipper Valley."  Tammy paused.  Kipper Valley was another town nearly twenty miles away.

 

"That's a long way."

 

"We'd be willing to give you a ride.  I know it's out of your way.  It's just…..we saw your youtube channel.  And we think you're just the right person for the job."

 

So that Friday Tammy found herself being driven to Kipper Valley.  Shirley was a smartly dressed working mother and in the backseat of the car was Tammy's charge, a nine year old boy named Neville.

 

"It was Neville who found your channel."  Shirley said as they drove.  "And he requested you."  Tammy found that surprising.  There were some kids who liked her when they got to know her but she hadn't met a single child who didn't flee in terror when they first learned of her favorite hobby.  Thanks to an encounter with one of her charges, a boy named Oscar, she had actually been changing her habits so that kids wouldn't find her so intimidating.  Although her reputation in the immediate neighborhood as "Tammy the Torturer" remained sealed.

 

"Neville loves tickling and he really loves to be tickled.  The little rascal can't get enough of it!"  Shirley laughed.  "When he saw your channel he was just thrilled.  He came to me and asked for you by name.  He thinks it would be awesome to have a tickling babysitter."

 

Tammy giggled.  This could prove to be a fun evening.

 

Once Shirley had settled the two in and driven off, Tammy now had time to size up her charge.  She looked him over appraisingly.  The lad was blonde headed and had a dash of freckles upon his nose.  He wore a black shirt and green shorts.  He had a friendly smile.  He was sitting on the couch and was in the process of untying his shoes.

 

"So do you know what they call me?"  Tammy said with playful mischief.  Neville grinned and toed off his shoes.

 

"The evil tickling babysitter."

 

"Yep!  They also call me Tammy the Torturer."  Neville bent down to pull his socks off one by one.  He didn't pause at the revelation of such an insidious sounding moniker.  He even retorted.

 

"Well we'll see about that."

 

"You don't believe me?"

 

He smiled and wiggled his toes.

 

"I have the most ticklish feet in the world and I've been tickled by lots of people.  I don't know if you're really the toughest.  My Dad's a pretty big tickler too.  Compared to him, I think you're just Tammy the Annoyer."  His eyes narrowed and there was playful challenge in his voice.

 

"Well squirt, I'll make you a bet.  If I can't convince you I'm Tammy the Torturer by the end of tonight, I'll buy you a carton of ice cream."

 

"It's a deal!"

 

And Neville squealed as Tammy pounced upon him.

 

……….

 

"This is pretty tight."  Neville commented as he wiggled on his belly.  He lay upon his bed as Tammy was tying him up in a tight hogtie.

 

"It's supposed to be, squirt!"  She said, poking his nose playfully.  He giggled and blinked his eyes.

 

"Can I be on your youtube channel?"  Neville asked.

 

"Well…I'll take a video tonight but your Mom gets final say on whether I post it.  It's her decision."

 

Neville nodded.

 

Tammy finished her tying and Neville tested her handiwork.  He found he was bound tight hand and foot.  No amount of wiggling was going to get him loose.  He felt a tingling thrill in the pit of his stomach, a lot of excitement and a healthy dash of fear.  He reveled in the game he was about to take part in.  He felt like he was on a rollercoaster that was climbing up for the big plunge.

 

"Alright sweetie, you'd better start taking some deep breaths.  Cause for the rest of the evening you're going to be doing nothing but laughing."

 

Neville did as she said.  His heart raced with excitement.

 

"How long is it gonna go?"  He asked.

 

"As long as I decide!  And I decide its gonna be an eternity past what you can stand!"  She teased and ruffled his hair.  "By the way, you're on the hook too, short stuff."

 

"How?"

 

"Well you want me to prove that I'm really Tammy the Torturer.  I figure it's only fair that you prove that these tootsies - "  She poked his feet and the toes wiggled.  "really are the most ticklish feet in the world.  I'm putting you to the test too."

 

Neville grinned.  Tammy set up her cameraphone and made her introductions.  And then she counted down.

 

"Five…four…"  Neville joined in and counted with her.  "three…two…one…TICKLE!"

 

Tammy started with feathers.  She pulled out two long blue plumes from her arts and crafts supplies and began brushing the feathers up and down the soles of Neville's feet.  There was a burst of giggling at first and then Neville quieted down.  But she could see his toes curling and flexing in ticklish agony and she knew the feathers were getting to him.  She continued to brush up and down for the next five minutes, wearing at his resolve.  She teased the pads of his toes and watched shivers course through his body.

 

"Gee, you're so quiet.  It's like this doesn't tickle at all."  Tammy stated, rolling her eyes as she did.

 

"It doesn't."  Neville said, though she could hear strain in his voice.

 

"I guess these feet aren't the most ticklish in the world."  She teased.

 

 "They are too!"  Neville retorted.  "You're just not a very good torturer."

 

With that Tammy started dragging the feathers in between Neville's toes and his body immediately jerked as if he had been shocked.

 

"Oh gosh!"  Neville shouted and with that he broke and little boy laughter poured into the room.  Tammy laughed, herself, and ran the plumes willy nilly between each of those wiggling little toes.  The boy was now laughing heartily.  Tammy was delighted at how reflex forced Neville's toes to fan apart with each brush of the feather.  This kept the feathers safe and opened those tender in between spaces up for maximum tickle torture.  She spent another five minutes letting the feathers gobble the toes up with ticklish touches.  Neville was giving some very cute laughter and she listened to the musical notes as she conducted his symphony of laughter.

 

As the webbing in between Neville's toes grew pink from stimulation, Tammy set her feathers aside and switched back to the bottoms of his feet.  She drummed her fingertips upon the bobbing soles and the boy twisted on the bed as his laughter continued.  As she tickled she could see Neville wiggling within the bonds but he appeared to be squirming more than trying to get loose.  She took note of the fact that not once had he asked, even playfully, for her to stop.  He truly was loving this ticklish ride.  And she did he best to give him a good show.  She ran her fingers like caffeine crazed spiders willy nilly over those bare, tender soles.  She was rewarded with guffaws and belly laughter as the little boy showed his appreciation for her effort.

 

After fifteen minutes of non stop tickling she let the youngster have his first break.  She paused in her tickling and turned the boy on his side so he could breathe easier.  His chest heaved up and down.

 

"So how was THAT?"  She asked with a grin.  And he smiled back impishly.

 

"I…dunno…"  He panted.  "I still…don't think…you're a very good…torturer…"

 

"Well I don't think you have the most ticklish feet in the world either."  She shot back.  "Guess we'd both better up our game!"  She said with a wink.  She turned Neville back onto his stomach and prepared to unleash a new onslaught of tickle torture.

 

This time Tammy didn't mess around.  Instead of drumming her fingertips upon the lad's feet, she dragged her fingernails up and down the boy's defenseless soles.  Neville was now catapulted into hysterical laughter and Tammy worked him slowly into a frenzy.  She dragged her fingernails up and down.  Neville's toes clenched down in desperation, wrinkling his soles.  She dragged her fingers from side to side and his toes fanned out, smoothing his feet once again.  She switched back to up and down strokes once more.  His poor feet could form no defense against the nonstop tickling.  One foot twisted and turned upon the other, shielding both feet from being tickled at the same time.  She sent all ten fingers into a tickling onslaught against the one open foot until it could bear no more and abandoned its mate.  The new foot covered its tickle tortured companion, bearing the nails for as long as possible before once more exposing the other foot to tickle torment.  Then Tammy held both feet apart so that neither could protect the other.  As she tickle both soles simultaneously, Neville howled.
Neville was in uncharted territory as he laughed his heart out.  He had never been tickled so intensely in all his life!  This definitely blew the cap off of anything his parents could come up with.  It was nothing short of amazing.  The tickling utterly captivated his defenseless feet.  He was helpless before it.  The tickling drove wave after wave of squealing laughter heaving from his body.  His body was no longer his own.  As he lay upon the bed his reflexes took the wheel, driving him to wiggle frantically and laugh with all his might.  Neville was completely out of the pilot seat.  He simply lay there, enveloped in a world of tickling and laughter, letting the electrical sensation course through him.  This was the most ticklish wave he had ever ridden.  And he was loving every second.

 

After scourging his feet for ten minutes, Tammy quizzed the laughing youngster.

 

"How's the tickling now, kiddo?  Am I Tammy the Torturer yet?"

 

She most certainly was.  But Neville wasn't giving up that easily.  He intended to plumb the depths of this ticklish well to see how far down he could journey.

 

"NAAAHAAAHAAA!  NOOOHOOOHOOOOO!"

 

The tickling stopped.  Neville's forehead dropped upon the bed as he once again panted for air.  His feet tingled awfully and he rubbed his feet together.  He took deep breaths of air, enjoying the relief.  Unbeknownst to him, Tammy was preparing to play her ace card.  He startled when he felt yarn slide between his big toes but he relaxed and allowed her to tie the two digits together.  Unawares of what was about to befall him, he simply continued to drink in air.  His hair was damp and a trickle of sweat dripped down his nose.  He blinked it away.  He felt his toes stretching as Tammy pulled them back.  And then he felt a hairbrush begin to purl over his soles.

 

It was like an atomic bomb went off in his mind.  Pure, unfiltered, absolute, raw ticklish electricity exploded across his soles.  He screamed.  This was tickling at its height.  No other reaction was fathomable.  Just wild, screaming laughter.  He arched his back and thrashed upon the bed.  The tickling overwhelmed every ounce of his being.  And there was no escaping it.  His toes tried desperately to clench.  They couldn't move.  His feet tried to cross.  It couldn't be done.  Tickling bristles dances across his skin.  His arches were sweaty from all of his laughter and the brush glided effortlessly.  His mind struggled to find some way of expressing just how unimaginably ticklish it was.  In the end, he could only screech and laugh.

 

"Am I Tammy the Torturer?"  Tammy tried once more.

 

"YEEEESSSSS!  YEEEEESSSSSS!  WAAAHAAHAAAHAAHAAAA!"

 

"And you have the most ticklish feet in the world!"  She proclaimed.  And to give proof of this she continued to buff away at his soles.  Neville laughed as he had never laughed before.  One thing was certain, if he survived this then he would never forget this night.  And if he didn't survive, he would die happy.

 

Tammy tickled and tickled until those pink little feet could take no more.  Neville's energy was utterly exhausted.  As she untied him the boy lay upon the bed, moving not a muscle.  When she had unbound him she rolled him into his back.  She grinned playfully as she lifted his shirt.  She had one thing left to do.  Placing her lips around his bellybutton, she blew a loud, long raspberry.  Neville giggled and laughed but moved neither arms nor legs in response.  He was utterly wiped out.

 

"Was it fun, kiddo?"  She asked as she looked into his eyes.  He managed a nod.  She reached down to give the boy a big hug and felt the faint squeeze of his weary hug back.  She sat the boy up.  He hung in her arms like a wet noodle.  She pulled the covers back and got him into position on the bed.  She didn't bother getting him into pajamas.  She knew right now he was ready for sleep.  She stroked his hair a few times and turned to his feet.  They were still tinged pink from all the tickling.  She pulled them into her lap and rubbed them, releasing the tingles and tension of the night's workout.

 

Neville felt warmth surging through his body in response.  He took in a deep breath and let out a long contented sigh.  He blinked once and then dropped into the deepest most relaxing sleep he had ever had.  As Tammy tucked the tired boy in he was already deep in dreamland.

 

Shirley came home to a quiet house.  She found her little boy slumbering peacefully, worn out by the ministrations of Tammy.  He would sleep throughout the night and into the morning, giving both mother and son a quiet and peaceful Saturday of rest.

 

Shirley knew she would hire Tammy again.


END