Nelly, the Ticklish Babysitter (Patreon)

Nelly, the Ticklish Babysitter

(M/F)

By: Featherscape

The tires of Nelly’s ‘03 Corolla crunched against the gravel of the Millers’ driveway. The car, handed down by her mother years prior, squeaked to a stop. A Tinker Bell charm hung by a lanyard around her rearview mirror. It swung as she braked and shifted the car into park. Nelly checked herself out in the mirror. She examined her hair and straightened it out with a slight brush from her fingers. Her hair was strikingly yellow, blonde to the point where many suspected it to be professionally colored. The hue framed her eyes in an array of yellow and green that begged images of a calm spring morning. She smiled back at her reflection before getting out of her car.

Nelly pulled out her phone and briefly checked her texts once more to make sure that she had arrived at the right house. Only one other car sat in the driveway, a '22 candy red Boxter, the kind of ride to make Nelly wonder if Mrs. Miller was still around. She made her way up the driveway to the front porch. She had dressed modestly, yet comfortably. The Summer season made the white cami top an easy choice. It left her arms room to breathe while subtly accenting her chest, an asset of shallow pride for the young lady. She had on jeans to not seem so eager to show skin for such an innocent line of work. Cute pink Vans held each foot in a warm, plush enclosure.

When she approached the front door, Nelly gave it a couple of knocks before stepping back. Nelly gave her hair a little toss behind her ear before the door opened. She smiled up at the man standing within the frame.

“Hey, you’re right on time,” Mr. Miller said. He was a tall man. A firm jaw highlighted by the faint darkness of stubble gave his smile a firm punctuation. He was well kept, standing in a business casual polo and khakis. Nelly smiled up at the man.

“Hey, well, you know I said I’d be here at six,” Nelly said with a little chuckle.

“And here you are,” Mr. Miller replied. He stepped off to the side, gesturing for her to follow. “Well, come in. Thank you again for helping me out here.” Nelly nodded and walked inside the house. Instantly, she noticed the fresh scent of a home taking full use of the more typical Yankee Candle selections. It was much like the rest of the house at first glance. Nice, but basic. Comfortable, yet uninspired and inoffensive. Still, she saw the money in the man and in the pristine walls around her.

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” Nelly said, walking inside. “Thanks for letting me do this. I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of applicants.” Nelly slid off her shoes and left them neatly side by side by the front door.

“Well, you might be surprised,” Mr. Miller said. “Most just up ghosting after a while.” Nelly cocked her eyebrow. For a moment, she considered speaking up in disbelief regarding the abnormally high pay for something as simple as a babysitting position, but could only hear the words in her head as tasteless.

"Well, I appreciate you choosing me," Nelly said sweetly.

"And I appreciate you being professional in your communication, i.e. actually getting back to me," Mr. Miller said. He laughed a little before looking off toward the stairs. "Jack should be around. He knows you're coming and is very excited."

"He is?"

"Oh yeah," said Mr. Miller. He paused. "It's been really hard on him since his mother left. He really likes the company." Nelly felt the tone in the room shift. She nodded solemnly.

"I-I'm sorry to hear that," she said, her eyes looking the man up and down. Mr. Miller smiled and shrugged.

"It's fine," he said. "All for the best, I hope. But Jack’s getting along fine. He loves having people come over. Big into games, that one."

"I love games," said Nelly.

"Good," Mr. Miller said. "He's a playful one." His volume lowered to a brief hush. Nelly leaned in to hear. "And I know that eleven is kind of old to need a babysitter, but it's really just to keep him company. He's very friendly. I just don't like leaving him alone, you know?" Nelly nodded.

"I understand," Nelly said. "No worries, because we're going to have a lot of fun."

"I bet," Mr. Miller said. He gave a hearty chuckle. "You're not ticklish, are you?" Nelly recoiled at the question. She paused slightly before following up, her eyes squinting curiously.

"What?" Nelly asked. Mr. Miller smirked. He reached over and gave Nelly’s side a little pinch. Nelly yelped. She jumped back, giggling and squirming to protect the area. "Whaaheheehee! Hey!"

"Haha, you'll have a lot of fun tonight, then," Mr. Miller said. "Jack’s a big tickler." Nelly rubbed her side and smiled through the awkwardness of the man's playfully invasive gesture.

"Hehe, yeah, I guess I'll have to watch out for that," Nelly said, rubbing the back of her head.

"You'll be fine," Mr. Miller said dismissively. He raised his wrist to check his watch. "Here, I'm about to head out, but let me show you around. He's already eaten, but feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

Mr. Miller gave Nelly a quick rundown of the house. He showed her where the kitchen was, where each of the bathrooms were, as well as the storage closets for other necessities like first aid kits, emergency supplies, and blankets. Nelly followed along and listened closely to the man's instructions.

"It's incredibly simple, really," Mr. Miller said. "He'll probably want to play a bit, but really he's cool doing his own thing. Very low maintenance."

"Hey, no worries," Nelly said. "I'm very good at playing games and such."

"I bet," Mr. Miller said with a smirk. "You do seem like a fun young lady." Nelly smirked. Had the comment come from anyone else, she may have had more reservations with it, but something about Mr. Miller's charm left her shy looking away and smiling. That, coupled with the residual spark left over from the sudden tickle attack before, gave Mr. Miller an appeal that Nelly had not expected.

"I try," Nelly said. Mr. Miller nodded.

"There is a spare key under the mat if you need it," he continued. "I left a list of emergency contacts on the fridge just in case. I'll only be gone a few hours, if that. Again, this is really just for him to have a friend rather than actual babysitting, but that's not the kind of job people respond to. I hope you understand." Nelly raised her eyebrows and grinned. At the rate the man was paying, she was more than willing to humor the man's son for a few hours.

"Absolutely," she said. "I'll make sure he has a great time."

"I know you will," Mr. Miller said. He walked Nelly to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. "His bedroom's the first one at the top. Hey Jack!" The man's voice boomed as he called out. "Nelly’s here!" A series of eager footsteps thumped at the top of the stairs. Nelly peeked upward to see a bedroom door swing open, with a spritely young man rushing from it. She could make out his smile before the boy started hurrying down the stairs. Sandy blond hair rustled against his neck and cheeks. He bore a striking resemblance to his father with a complexion caked in youthful charm.

"Hey!" Jack said, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. Nelly smiled back.

"Hey there, Jack," Nelly said. "You ready to have a good time tonight?"

"Yeah!" Jack replied. His voice was energetic and beaming with enthusiasm. His father laughed and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Alright? Well, you two play nice now," Mr. Miller said. "I should only be gone a few hours, maybe a little more." He turned back to Nelly. "My number's also on the fridge if you need anything at all."

"Great, thank you," Nelly said.

"No, thank you," the man replied. "You have no idea how much this means to us. Right, champ?" Mr. Miller gave Jack’s hair another tussle. Jack laughed and played along.

"Yep!" Jack said.

"Alright then, I'll be off," Mr. Miller said. "Call if you need anything."

"Will do," Nelly said as Mr. Miller made his way to the front door.

"Bye, dad!" Jack called out. Mr. Miller walked out, locking the door behind him. Before Nelly was sure the man would have made it to his car, she felt her wrist being caught by Jack’s hand. "Come on, let me show you my room."

"O-oh okay," Nelly said. She giggled through her nerves. Before she could even get the words out, she was already being pulled up the stairs toward Jack’s bedroom.

Jack pulled Nelly into his room. He giggled as he ran and was eager to show it all off. It was all fairly typical. The walls were a pale blue with white scuffs from accidental bumps. Framed posters from various anime and western cartoons hung where there was space for them, adding a striking amount of color. Jack had shelves lined with small stuffed animals and little league sports trophies. The boy held Nelly’s hand as he gave her a quickfire listing of the things around his room, going in the order of what he saw first.

"So, this is where I keep a lot of my figures," Jack said, leading Nelly to a display case with several standing figures of popular characters. He inquired about which Nelly knew and if she watched any of the shows. Nelly knew none of them, but engaged in his detailed description of each. When he was done, Jack moved over to his dresser.

"Ohh, Legos," Nelly said. Jack stood and smiled proudly in front of his Lego sets, mostly half built.

"Yep," he said. He talked energetically about each set and where they were all from in their respective franchises. He went on and on in great detail, picking up each and showing off all of the intricate features.

"That's so cool," Nelly said. "My brother and I used to play with Legos all the time."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, we'd put together these massive castles and cars and stuff, sometimes just making it up as we went along," Nelly said.

"That's cool," Jack said. He pulled his attention away from the Legis to shoot a wide grin at Nelly. Nelly chuckled.

"Hehe, yeah," she said. "What else do you like to do?" As if via an invitation, Jack’s hands sprung out toward his babysitter. They latched onto her sides and gave both a flurry of quick squeezes. Nelly shrieked. She jerked back once again, giggling and holding her sides where Jack’s hands had just been. "Aaaahhheheheeaaa! Hehe, y-yeah, your dad told me you like to tickle." Jack giggled cheekily.

"I love playing tickle games," Jack said. Nelly laughed it off.

"I bet," she said, coming closer. "Like what?" Jack started to smirk.

"Well, there's this tickle game that I'd play with other babysitters," Jack said. "Where I tie them up to my bed and see how long they can take it." Nelly paused before nervously chuckling and rubbing the back of her head.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!" Jack said, his energy rising. "Wanna play?" Nelly cocked one eyebrow.

"A tickle game on your bed?"

"Yeah," Jack said. His smile started to fade. He shrugged his shoulders and looked away briefly. "If you wanna…"

Nelly sighed and looked to Jack’s bed. It was unmade, light blue sheets and a matching comforter balled up at the bottom. It was about as wide and long as the bed furnished to the dorm room she remembered having on campus freshman year. It sat on top of a metal frame, complete with wooden headboard and oddly mismatched metal footboard. Nelly’s smile cocked sideways before looking back to Jack.

“You want me tied up on your bed?” Nelly asked quizzically. Jack sighed into a defeated chuckle.

“That’s part of the game,” Jack said.

“You know how that sounds though, right?” Nelly asked. “I’m not stupid, kid.”

“Me either,” Jack said, “but it's just a 'tie up and tickle' game. It's a lot of fun. I know you'll like it. You definitely seem ticklish enough.” Nelly paused and studied the kid’s direct sincerity. Her eyes narrowed. The smile widened across her face as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Alright,” Nelly said, “but only because I am stronger than you… probably. And if you try anything…”

“I won’t,” Jack said excitedly. “Just tickling. I promise.” Nelly gave the moment a lingering beat before drawing in a long, loud breath. Excitement sparkled in the boy’s eyes. His mood and general demeanor lifted, his posture held with a beaming energy. Nelly looked back at the bed. She put her hands on her hips, her mind tracing the scene before her.

“Alright, so how do you want me?” Nelly asked. A fleeting flash of unease shot through her mind at hearing herself ask that of a boy so young, but she brushed it aside. Jack bounded toward his bed, pulling away the last of the covers still clinging onto the bottom in an unkempt pile.

“Just longways, like normal,” Jack said. Nelly figured as much. She came closer to the bed and took a seat. Nelly swung her feet down toward the metal bars of the footboard.

“Like this?” Nelly asked, positioning herself in the center of the bed. She fit perfectly, if a little cramped to ever sleep comfortably. She stared up at Jack looking her body up and down.

“Almost,” Jack said. “Come down a little more.” Nelly twisted and scooted down farther down the bed. Her socked feet touched against the metal frame. “Little more.”

“More?” Nelly asked. Jack nodded. Nelly slid down a little more. Jack grabbed onto Nelly’s ankles and fed them through the gaps of the frame. Her feet hung just off the edge of the bed.

“Alright, right there,” Jack said. He turned and went to his dresser. Pulling out the bottom drawer, he began taking out several coils of plaited rope. Nelly stared off at the ceiling, pondering over how she got to where she was. Jack brought the ropes over to the end of the bed. He knelt down and started lacing the ropes around Nelly’s ankles. He forced them together on opposite sides of a center bar before roping them securely to the foot of the bed. Nelly swallowed as she watched him work.

“You ever… done this before?” Nelly asked.

“Yep,” Jack said. “On other babysitters.” He finished by tying off the ends of the rope into a crude little bow. Nelly looked away. She wiggled her feet a bit, feeling the tightness of the rope binding them to the end of the bed. She pulled a little harder, then a little more, testing to feel slack. She swallowed once more when she detected none.

“You’re… uh, really good at that,” Nelly said. “How’d you learn?” Jack brought another pair of ropes up to the head of the bed.

“Dad taught me,” he said with a smile. “Boating, hunting, you have to know how to tie stuff.”

“Well, maybe you can teach my boyfriend a thing or two,” Nelly said, nervously chuckling at her attempt to lighten the tension with comedy, going as far as to make up a fictitious boyfriend for the sake of it. Jack smirked and nodded.

“Yeah, maybe,” Jack said. Nelly suspected he might have been too young to get the joke, so she elected not to explain it and just let the uncomfortable miss hang in the air. “Alright, now hold your arm up.” Nelly paused before raising her arm straight into the air. “No, like this.” Jack took Nelly's wrist and guided it back to the matching top corner of the bed. Her wrist reached the top of the headboard, where Jack began wrapping more rope around it by the edge. Tighter and tighter, the rope gripped onto Nelly’s wrist, binding it securely against the top corner of the headboard. Nelly blushed a bit, thankful that no one was around to get the wrong impression of what she was doing. The more she thought about it, the less she was sure there was a ‘right’ impression.

“So, you’ve tickled your other babysitters like this?” Nelly asked, flipping her hair out of her face. Jack finished tying up one wrist and started making his way around the bed to get the other.

“Yep, they all had a lot of fun,” Jack said.

“I bet,” Nelly said. Nelly figured Jack would be mirroring the setup. She held her other arm up and in place for Jack to wrap up her other wrist to the headboard. Before long, her arms were splayed behind her, leaving the girl stuck in a ‘Y’ formation. Her feet continued to squirm down below. She tugged at each of the ropes holding her wrists. Jack’s talents stayed true as neither felt even the slightest opening to slip out. He stood staring over his work.

“Alright, you good?” Jack asked. Nelly huffed a little and played along.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Nelly said. Jack walked down to the foot of the bed, his hands clasped innocently behind his back. He stood in front of Nelly’s bound feet, wiggling slightly in their rope. “So, uh, how do we start? What’s the game?”

“I tickle you.”

“Yes, I got that,” Nelly said, her voice cracking a bit. “And what do I do?”

“You take it.”

“For how long?” Nelly asked. Jack shrugged his shoulders. He smirked and launched both of his hands against Nelly’s socked feet. Nelly squealed. Her body jerked against the ropes, causing the frame to creak. Her back arched and arms instinctively tried to shoot down, rendered impossible by the ropes.

“Neeeaaaahhhhhahahahahahaaaaa!!” Nelly squealed. Her laughter was soft and higher pitched, yet feverishly intensive. Jack’s fingers held no mercy for her trapped soles. They scribbled wildly against the warm, plush cotton. His shallow nails scratched quickly without frictional resistance. Jack giggled along a playful, boyish laugh.

“Haha, tickle, tickle, tickle!” Jack teased, a sportive lift in his voice. Jack went down to his knees in front of Nelly’s feet. Her feet tried to wiggle away from the tickles. Her toes scrunched. One would alternate protecting the other one with feeblish martyric gestures. Jack giggled as he scratched away with a youthful energy and skillful precision. Nelly had recalled being tickled by people in her past. Friends at parties, boyfriends on the couch, her mom and dad when she was younger than Jack, but never had she been tickled in such an explosively effective manner.

“Faaaaaaaahahahahahahhahaaaa!! Jahahahahck!!” Nelly squeaked. She twisted erratically against the bed. Her legs pulled against the rope holding her feet in place to be tickled. Her voice peaked with squeaking giggles and fluttering laughter. Never before had she experienced such vulnerability or ticklish subjugation. The most she ever endured at one time were brief jolts of tickles here and there. Being so confined in the position to undergo constant tickles was a new sensation entirely.

“Wow, you really are ticklish,” Jack said. “Hehe, I like you. Let’s have more fun.” Jack stopped tickling for a moment. He took a tight grip on Nelly’s sock and impatiently tore it off of Nelly’s foot like eagerly breaking into a gift on Christmas morning. Nelly’s eyes widened. She looked down at Jack and shook her head.

“No, wait, keep my socks on!” Nelly begged.

In an instant, both socks had been yanked off of Nelly’s feet, despite her efforts to press them tightly together. Her feet laid bare and on full display for the boy. They were pale in color and creamy soft. Her toes were painted a fun candy red while her soles blushed a gentle shade of pink. Jack paused to admire, but only for a second before his incessant urge to play returned in full force. His fingertips pressed once again against the soles of Nelly’s feet. Engaged in the intimacy of direct contact, he wiggled and scribbled her humid, delicate soles with full intention to inflict as much ticklish unrest as he could.

“No, no, naaaahhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahaaaa!!! Jaaahaahhahahaha!!!” Nelly shrieked with laughter. Her laughter was far more candid and unreserved. She squeaked with louder and louder giggles, twisting wildly against the boy’s bed. Her feet flailed in the ropes. Her toes curled, her feet were in a constant state of movement to avoid the tickles flushed through them. But Jack kept up with them well, clearly experienced with how a ticklish body reacts.

“Coochie coochie coo!” Jack teased through his giggles. His fingers danced up and down the silken softness of Nelly’s soles. With one hand to a foot, they teased her heels before scratching up the length of her arches. The skittered onto the balls of her feet before dipping into her supple, squirmy toes. Every little brush of Jack’s fingers sent currents of tickles up through Nelly’s body. She writhed against the bed, squealing with mad, ticklish laughter. She tossed her head back and forth, sending her hair into a flying mess.

“Jaaaaahahahahahhack!!! Aaaahahahahah!! Plehehehahahssee stahahahahp!!!” Nelly shouted. Jack cursed Nelly’s feet with an onslaught of tickles, far more than she had ever endured. Nelly groaned deep breaths through her laughter. Her chest heaved and bounced. Her arms pulled at the ropes holding them over her head. Nelly could do nothing but bear the tickles until the boy simply decided to stop.

When he did, Nelly laid back panting. She sighed a heavy, relieved breath. Her body had started to warm, forming sweat against her forehead and back of her neck. Jack stood up from Nelly’s feet, leaving them hanging off of the edge of his bed, still tingling with the tickles he had supplied. Nelly groaned. Slowly, her breathing began to stabilize. She looked up to the boy smiling down at her.

“You’re really ticklish,” Jack said. Nelly sighed again.

“You’re really quite the little monster, aren’t you?” Nelly replied. Jack chuckled.

“I don’t think that’s very nice,” Jack said.

“Yeah, well, neither is tying up and tick-neeeeaaaaahhahahahahahhaaa!” Nelly started before being thrust back into a surge of ticklish laughter. Jack’s hands plunged down onto Nelly’s midsection. They latched onto her sides and started squeezing wildly. Nelly shrieked. Her face contorted and arms pulled even harder at the ropes holding them. Her back arched. Her legs pulled. Jack simply laughed along with her, watching her explosive reactions to the sudden tickling.

“Aww, see, you’re having fun,” Jack said. The boy’s skilled touch in tickling Nelly’s sides sent her into a thrashing frenzy. The persistence behind it stacked the devastating effect. The longer Jack tickled Nelly’s sides with gnawing squeezes, the more they seemed to ravish her body with tickles. Nelly groaned, her laughter becoming louder as the tickling continued.

“Aaaaahhhhahahahah!!! Ffffaaaahahahahahaaa!!! Oh gaaahahahahahahhad!!!” Nelly thrashed and bucked against the bed. She twisted side to side, still unable to dodge any of the tickling that the boy expertly administered. Jack giggled with a jovial, impish laugh. He knelt one knee on the bed to have better control over tickling against Nelly’s inconsistent reactions. His fingers kneaded into Nelly’s sides. His hands clawed the supple bands that ran beside her stomach.

“You’re laughing so you must be loving this,” Jack said through a grin. He continued pressing tickles all through the girl’s sides before stopping briefly. Much like before, he took the opportunity not to give Nelly a break but to make the tickling more personal for them both. In Nelly’s short rest, Jack pulled up the end of Nelly’s shirt. He slipped it up to just above her stomach. Nelly quickly caught on and looked down, her eyes furrowed curiously.

“Wha… what are y-eeeeeekkkkkhhhhhahahahahahahaaaaaaa!!!!” Nelly shrieked into an instant fray of laughter. Jack scribbled ten devious fingers against Nelly’s bare belly. A massive surge of tickles erupted through her. The babysitter threw her head back, screaming to the unbearable tickles emanating from her tummy. Her body jerked hard against the ropes holding her so vulnerably. She thrashed and howled with laughter. The area yielded more intensive tickles than her sides or her feet. Her stomach clenched and tensed. It squirmed and writhed beneath Jack’s mischievously tickling fingers.

“Oh wow,” Jack said with an amused chuckle. “You’re really ticklish here, aren’t you?” Nelly had no answer to give. She had no words to speak through an endless stream of laughter. She tossed her head side to side. Her eyes watered. Her chest and stomach churned with the ache of constant laughter. Her cheeks started to brighten a telling shade of red. Jack delighted in her ticklish hysteria, continuing forth to explore all over her belly with his scribbling fingers.

“AaaaahahahhahahahahaAHAHAHAHAH!!! FAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHA!! JAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Nelly screamed with laughter. Jack’s eyes switched between her tickled facial expressions and her quivering belly. His nails quickly scraped against the skin with soft skitters. Like little bugs devilishly playing across the area, his fingertips lapped away at Nelly’s sensitive tummy. It laid out so helpless for him to toy with, pulsing in a restless rhythm. It was soft and tenderly smooth to the touch, overwhelmed with absolute sensitivity. Each little swipe of his boyish fingers sent powerful ticklish shocks resonating outward. Nelly continued to squeal and shriek with laughter, panting and fighting for air.

“Tickle, tickle, little tummy,” Jack taunted. After scouring every ticklish nerve across Nelly’s stomach, Jack turned his attention to another nearby spot. He snickered and brought one hand down closer to Nelly’s navel. It was shallow and gyrated with the rest of her midsection as she laughed. Jack smirked. The closer to it his fingers scribbled against her belly, the louder her shrieks of laughter became. Nelly shook her head. Her hair flew carelessly with it. Jack had his eyes locked, however, with an impregnatable urge. With one scribbling finger, Jack poked inside of Nelly’s belly button, lightly scratching into it.

“Naahahahaha!! Naaaahahahahahah!!! EEEEKKKKHHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Nelly’s laughing fit broke into a shrill scream. The singular, consistent tickling exploded through her body, wrecking the hypersensitive nerves within. A tickling unlike anything she ever knew, Jack’s curious finger sent her body into a thrashing, spasming upset. It scratched deep into her belly button. It scraped against the inner walls. Every little poke and touch erupted tickles, reducing Nelly to a pleading, shrieking ticklish toy.

“Uh oh, heehee, ticklish belly button,” Jack teased. He continued to giggle through her hysteria, amused by her overactive reactions. Jack focused the single index finger on exploring through Nelly’s ticklish navel while his other rain kept raining scribbling tickles all over her belly. Tears fell from Nelly’s eyes. She bucked and pulled hard at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles. She bellowed hard, desperate laughter. Her face blushed a deep shade of red. Her body danced restlessly with hard, thrashing twitches and jerks against the bed. The persistent belly button tickles controlled Nelly like a ticklish puppet, flailing in her binds for the amusement of her giggling captor.

“AAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STTAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH!!!!” Nelly shrieked. The bed creaked when her arms and legs tugged violently at her ropes. She heaved through her laughter. The tickles tormented her nerves from the inside. Jac’s scribbling finger worked deaf to Nelly’s ticklish squealing. The boy giggled with a glee that was equally as sadistic as it was playfully blind, as if Nelly’s ticklish nerves were nothing more than another plaything. He wiggled and scratched his finger all inside Nelly’s delicate navel until the girl’s laughter broke into pitiful, pleading sobs.

When he pulled back, Nelly’s sweat had given Nelly’s skin a light sheen. She heaved tiredly. Her arms and legs ached from the consistent tugging at their ropes. Her gasps for air were almost as loud as the laughter that had brushed her lips just seconds prior. Her body laid back exhausted, far too fatigued to be concerned with anything beyond catching her breath. Jack walked farther up her body, standing up by her head. He smiled down at her, waiting for the next chance to play with his new babysitter.

“Al-alright… alright… y-you had your fun…” Nelly panted. Her belly still tingled from the residual tickles. It pulsed, along with her heaving chest, as she fought for air.

“No, we’re having fun,” Jack said. “Come on. Admit it. You’re having fun too.” Nelly gave him a sly glance.

“Does it look like I’m having fun?” Nelly asked with a slight snarl.

“I think so,” Jack said. “You’re laughing a lot. Just say it.” Nelly huffed. She grinned and looked away, too tired to fight back against the kid.

“Fine, I’m having fun,” Nelly said. “Now let’s do something else. Please.” Jack smirked.

“Hehe, nope, you just said that you’re having fun, so…” Jack started. He raised his hands up, wiggling all ten fingers deviously. Nelly watched the tools used for her ticklish turmoil so far wave in the air above her. She noticed Jack’s eyes fall upon her armpits, only then realizing the full weight of being unable to protect them.

“Wa-wait, Jack, no…” Nelly said. “Please, no, not my armpits. Please, they’re way too ti-nneeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhahahahahaaaaa!!!!” Nelly erupted into a sudden explosion of laughter. Jack’s eager hands plunged down against Nelly’s pits, his fingers scribbling against the delicate hollows. Nelly’s face contorted into a hardened cringe before melting into an expression of uncontrollable laughter, her eyes glistening with tears and desperation.

“Heehee really ticklish pits too, huh?” Jack commented. His fingertips danced with an experienced touch against the plush mounds beneath Nelly’s arms. Each was slick with a fragrant sweat and made tracing his fingers in quick scribbles remarkably easy. Faster and faster he tickled both pits at once, leaving Nelly screaming in much louder laughter the longer the tickling persisted.

“NNNNAAAAHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! FAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! NHAHAHAT THEREEEEAHAHAHAH!!!!” Nelly shrieked. Her body thrashed. She bucked with all the energy that she had previously spent. Her back arched and hips wiggled against the bed. Her arms tried their hardest to get free and protect her armpits, only to be more painfully reminded of their unmoving entrapment. Her pits, bare from the top and completely available from the ropes, surged with maddening tickles flooding throughout. Each pit proved to be extremely responsive to Jack’s ticklish clawing. The nerves within screamed with unparalleled ticklishness. Every little swipe from his nails was its own match added to two raging fires of tickles from both sides at once. Jack played along with Nelly’s natural and pleading reactions as blind to her endurance as he had been.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle…” Jack taunted as he giggled. He kept up the melodic taunts and the laughter that served as a constant reminder that her suffering was directly linked to his amusement. His nails scraped over and over again against the same ticklish nerves of Nelly’s armpits, compounding the surge of tickles racing through her second by second. Nelly’s mind was frayed. She was unable to think of anything beyond the state of constant ticklishness waged against her. Her bodily autonomy was reduced to reactionary jerks and twitches, pulling hard at the rops holding her hands and feet. She pleaded through her laughter, but even that quickly faded, adding more to her position as his new toy.

“JAAAAAAAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! OH MY GAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Nelly could only laugh. Her words were laughter. Her breaths were laughter. Every noise was permeated by laughter. The room was filled with both hers and his, Jack giggling along to Nelly’s obvious anguish. The air was cut with a thick, fragrant musk. Sweat beaded across Nelly’s body, trickling down her collarbone and chest. Faster and faster Jack’s fingertips glided against the slick, supple skin of Nelly’s pits. Each second was filled with tickles that wrecked the girl’s most delicate nerves. She twisted and cried out in laughter, her mind locked in the present, unable to comprehend anything beyond the tickling.

“Hehe, I love a ticklish pair of pits,” Jack said, not stopping his sadistic scribbling. Nelly’s head shook side to side. Her toes curled and fists clenched. Her chest heaved with rapid exaggeration. Her laughter became more pathetic and pleading, strained from the hopelessness of a seemingly unending ticklish assault. She cried out, her face turning a deepening shade of red. Tears of her hysteria fell from her eyes. Her pitiful, ticklish laughter subsided into hard gasps. When her voice started to fade, Jack finally pulled back, finding little effort to continue without the full amount of laughter.

Jack went back down to the floor. He stretched out his arms and legs, cracking his fingers. He wiped hair, moist with a thin layer of sweat, out of his face. Nelly laid as she had before, panting with little response to anything else in the moment. Her eyes rolled and closed. Her mouth hung open. Her arms and legs laid weakened by the constant tugging at their binds. Jack bent down to the floor. He pulled out a small silver box from beneath his bed, sliding it out and unhooking the latch. He opened it up, gazing down into the contents.

“Wha…. what….” Nelly started, her voice raspy and worn out.

“I know where you’re most ticklish now,” Jack said cheekily. Nelly groaned.

“N-no… please…” Nelly begged. Jack paid no attention to her plea. He pulled up an electric toothbrush, a couple of feathers, and a small roll of body tape. Nelly could barely comprehend the weight of what it was she was seeing. Jack gave her state of exhaustion little to no heed. All that mattered was playtime.

“This really got the last babysitter,” Jack said with a soft chuckle. “Maybe why we had to get a new one. Dad didn’t mind though. We still had fun.” Jack briefly turned the toothbrush on. It hummed loudly. A small circular brush at the top violently rotated. The whole thing rumbled in Jack’s hand. He turned it off and set it down by Nelly’s side, still laid bare from Nelly’s shirt having been lifted.

“Pl-please…” Nelly started.

“You said you were having fun,” Jack argued with a smirk.

“B-but… it’s too much…” Nelly said. Jack picked up the tape. He pulled out a short strand, tearing it free from the roll.

“No, you can never have too much fun,” Jack said. His eyes glimmered. He reached for the toothbrush and brought it onto Nelly’s stomach. Jack pressed the head of the brush into her belly button, bristles facing down and pushed against the skin within. Jack taped the brush to Nelly’s tummy. Tearing off a few more pieces of tape, several had the device firmly in place against Nelly’s midsection, with the final piece behind the head itself, effectively securing the brush inside her belly button. Nelly whimpered, feeling it stuck in place. She wiggled around slightly, but much like her wrists and ankles, nothing she could do would loosen the device from her belly.

“Jack, please… I can’t take anymore…” Nelly said. Her heart pounded in her chest. Panicked breaths escaped her lips. Jack merely smiled.

“Oh, sure you can,” Jack said. “That’s what they all say.” He picked up the feathers and held them in his hands. They were small, yet stiff, vermillion red feathers. His eyes fell back to Nelly’s armpits, slick and sensitive with sweat. One hand drifted down to the brush taped to her stomach. “Ready?”

“No, please, I’m begging you,” Nelly started.

“Too bad,” Jack said jokingly. He chuckled a little. His thumb pressed the ‘on’ switch on the handle of the toothbrush. Instantly, the device hummed to life. The handle rumbled as the gears and motors within turned. The bristles of the brush head were launched into a powerful rotation, each sliding against the inner walls of Nelly’s navel. Nelly let out a piercing shriek. Her back arched, her seat flew up against the bed, before collapsing back down. The girl was thrown into a newly evolved fit of laughter, one where her ticklish torment was entirely at the mercy of a machine mindlessly toiling through its sole function.

“FAAAAAAAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! OHGAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Nelly threw her head back and screamed. Her eyes shot open and rolled. The singular, machinist tickling of the spinning bristles inside her bellybutton resonated tickles outward like shock waves of an atomic explosion. The devious brush reached every delicate nerve within the shallow dip, brushing ticklish strokes against them over and over again on an endless loop. Nelly howled with untamed laughter. Her water eyes spilled tears down her burning cheeks. Her belly pulsed. It, much like the rest of her body, burned and gleamed with sweat. Yet no matter how she moved or twisted in her frantic reaction to the devastation, the brush remained firmly planted within her navel.

“Hehe, I knew that would do really good for you,” Jack said. Nelly was far too lost in her own ticklish whirlwind to notice the boy hold the feathers over her stretched pits. He snickered to himself. Jack lowered both feathers at once, touching them down against the plush mounds of Nelly’s pits. Nelly was almost too far distracted to notice when the tickling of her pits picked up again, but when she did a moment later, her voice cracked into a new volume of absolute laughter.

“EEEEEKKKKKAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! GGGGAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!” Nelly’s laughter exploded. Her voice cracked over and over again just trying to keep up. Maddening tickles flowed in from all three of her most ticklish spots at once. Jack’s laughter also rose, his amusement rising in tandem with Nelly’s ticklish plight. He dragged the plume ends of both feathers up and down Nelly’s pits. The contact was faint, yet ticklishly destructive. As Nelly’s body jerked impulsively beneath him, Jack kept up a constant, casual pace in feathering her sensitive pits. The feathers never left her skin. They rose and fell. They swiped side to side. They circled over and over again. The feathers in his hands tasted every inch of Nelly’s ticklish pits again and again.

“Heeheehee, awww, you must be having a lot of fun by how much you’re laughing,” Jack taunted. The boy gleefully continued to subject his babysitter to his special playtime. Nelly shrieked with laughter until her voice grew horse and faint. The feathers kept a consistent, devilish rhythm of strokes against her pits. The toothbrush whirred away within her navel, tickling away at the delicate button incapable of mercy. The rumbling vibrations of the handle added their own tickling to Nelly’s stomach. Through it all, Nelly endured while screaming with laughter.

“PLEEEEAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!” Nelly gave one final attempt to beg before her voice and her laughter faded into needful gasps of air. Her ticklish fit melded into a hysterical blubbering of laughing, sobbing, and wheezing. Fatigue was quickly taking over. Her arms and legs failed to pull as hard. Her eyes, slick with tears, rolled and closed more. Her chest rose and fell much more frequently. Her skin burned from within. Jack noticed Nelly’s state. He gave a reluctant sigh and finally pulled back.

Jack made quick work of removing the brush from Nelly’s stomach. As before, Nelly could only lay against the bed, panting and huffing painfully deep breaths. Her voice was reduced to a faint whisper. Her mind swam, her chest pounded. Sweat dripped down her face, her hair disheveled and clinging to her forehead. Her mouth hung open. Jack watched for a bit to make sure Nelly was still conscious before putting away his tools.

“This was fun, wasn’t it?” Jack asked. Nelly answered in a hard sigh. Her head pounded. Her eyes fluttered. Her armpits and navel continued to tingle with sensitivity long after the tickling had stopped. Sweat trapped her hair across her forehead. Jack placed the brush, tape, and feathers back into the box and shoved it under his bed. After a while, Nelly turned her head toward the boy. She continued to pant heavily, her throat dry from the constant heaving.

"Ja… Ja-Jack…" Nelly groaned. "Le-let… me up…." Jack rolled his eyes and shot Nelly a sideways grin.

"Ugh, fine," he said. "But only if you admit that you had fun." Nelly had one single chuckle left to give. She grinned back at him a tired smile, her eyes fluttering open and closed. Nelly let out a small sigh.

"O-okay…" Nelly said. "Okay, that… that was… fun…" As the words spilt from Nelly’s unthinking mind, she realized a strange truth in them. Beneath the exhaustion, the hysteria, the pounding of her head and chest, there existed a strange glimmer of enjoyment. Still, however, her eyes narrowed back at Jack. "Now untie me."