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Bree and the Blackmailer by poisonberi Bree and the Blackmailer by poisonberi
Bree Hodge was a very protective woman, especially of her family's image, and she would do anything to sustain a lifestyle where she could go out, put on a smile and say 'Extra servings, anyone?'. But, once again, that lifestyle was being threatened again by a 17 year-old boy named Jake Barker. You see, he had evidence - photographs that could ruin Bree's social stature in Wisteria Lane.

Bree blamed no one but herself. If she hadn't abandon Andrew, none of these would ever happen. When Andrew was on the streets, he had to resort to prostitution in order to get some money, and some of his customers were the creme de la creme of Fairview's upper class. People like Dr Greg Vernon - once voted the best veterinarian by Cat Fancy magazine - and Marshall Shores, the tupperware king.

How is Jake connected with all of this? Well, Jake was a freelance investigator and he was hired by Dr Vernon's wife to trail him. Dr Vernon met Andrew, they slept together and Jake took some photographs of their illicit affair. After staking out for a few days, Jake noticed that Andrew's clients were mainly wealthy men and he thought he could blackmail them one day if he was ever in a desperate need of an income. A year later, that time had come and he'd made a terrible mistake of blackmailing Bree first.

When Bree offered Jake to come for lunch at her house, he thought that she wanted to pay him in exchange for the photographs. Yes, he had lunch there and yes, Bree added some sleeping pills in her famous marble cheesecake, and not long after, Jake was knocked out cold on the sofa. Across from him, Bree sipped her champagne and then, dragged the boy into the garage.

When Jake woke up, he found himself in a rather precarious situation. He blinked his eyes a couple of times but he couldn't see anything other than the rough layers of a blue cloth. When he tried to shout, he could only gave soft muffles. He felt his his hands tied tightly behind his back and he could feel the rough texture of the ropes strewn across his chest, arms and legs. He could tell he was only wearing his Billabong underwear as most of his skin were exposed to the cold surroundings. Bound to a chair, gagged and blindfolded in his underwear, Jake felt scared and helpless. Maybe working in Mr Schavo's pizzeria wasn't that bad after all.

Jake tried to loosen the bonds around his hands but his arms were tied to the chair, making it hard to be flexible. Not only that the ropes around his hands were tied to his legs. So, if he moved his hands up, he would be pulling his legs back. He could feel the ropes being tied around his chest and abs as he shifted his body forward a bit. Thick, green ropes were wrapped around his whole body, from the thighs to the ankles, restricting his movement even more.

But the worse part would be the harness. His upper thighs, directly below his hip, were tied to the chair and they were very tight, making it rather torturous for Jake to sit down comfortably on the wooden chair. He wanted to close the space between his thighs but it was impossible to do so.

'I see you've woken up, Jake. I hope you like the cake.' Jake heard the familiar voice of his captor and grumbled softly. 'Tell me where are those photographs and I'll let you off. I've taken the liberty of ironing your clothes while you're asleep just now so you won't look like some disheveled yob when you leave my house. So, tell me where they are?' Bree demanded strictly.

Jake gave a sign of defiance by trying to swear at her. 'You leave me no choice, Jake,' Bree said after her third attempt. 'Bring it on lady,' Jake thought, wondering what this middle-age housewife with stick-straight red hair was going to do to him. Then, Jake felt something like a feather tickling his nose and he jerked his head to the right, but it followed him. Then, there was another tickling sensation, this time from his left ear, and he bowed his head down, but the tickling continued. His body was twitching uncontrollably and he protested for Bree to stop. Bree, then, turned her attention to his abdomen, and slided the feathers gently up and down across his torso. Jake breathed in and out heavily as he tried to endure the tickling.

After a few minutes, Bree stopped and asked Jake the same question again but Jake was unmoved by her attempts to make him talk. 'Is that the best you can do?' he dared.

Bree, who looked calm and composed, put away her feather and stared at her perfectly manicured fingernails. She didn't want to ruin them but she had no choice. She placed her hands on Jake's ribs and began to tickle him with no mercy. Jake laughed like a mad man, but it was muffled by the gag. His whole body squirmed to and fro, but Bree's handywork made it difficult for him to avoid her tickling fingers. He tried pushing the chair back with his feet but to no avail. As Bree moved her fingers from his thighs to his armpits, Jake could only twist and wiggle under his ropes. With his blindfold on, Jake couldn't keep track of Bree's fingers.

After 20 agonizing minutes, Bree finally stopped. Jake slumped back against his chair and breathed in deeply with his head bowed down. 'Now, you are going to tell me where those photographs are or else, you'll be here the whole day - with me,' Bree threatened.

Jake nodded his head. He was defeated. Bree removed the gag and Jake told her it was in his digital camera at home. 'Well, I hope you've learned your lesson young man,' Bree said. As she was about to remove the blindfold, Bree's daughter, Danielle suddenly walked in. 'Mom, what the hell are you doing? Why is there a boy tied up in the garage?!' Danielle said shockingly. She had heard some noise coming from the garage and went in to investigate, only to find her mother torturing a young good-looking boy. 'Hey, I recognize this guy. He dumped me a few months back.'

'Danielle! Help me! Your mom is crazy. She put me to sleep, tied me up and tried to tickle me to death!' Jake shouted, hoping that Danielle would rescue him. Danielle looked at her mother with an evil grin. 'Oh, is that so?'

'Well, I guess I leave you two kids alone,' Bree exclaimed gleefully, and handed to Danielle some feathers.

'No!Wai-' Before Jake could finish his sentence, his mouth was gagged yet again and he groaned in despair. Danielle looked at her perfectly manicured fingernails, and said to her ex-boyfriend with a rather malicious tone, 'It's payback time, Jake.'
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gizzzzard Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2015
OMG it's going to be a long night for this Billabong clad boy.
fuckstones Featured By Owner May 16, 2015
oh my goddd i would love this until the tickling starts XD XD XD XD
Terraqueous87 Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Oh gawd I would love to be tied up like this.
artemismoonguardian Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2009
HAHAHAHA!! Desperate Housewives is such a guilty pleasure, that dude better hope he has an empty bladdeer for the tickling hes about to get from Danielle.
artemismoonguardian Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2009
Bree may look perfect but when shes mad this happens!
runescapeandmaple Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
very cool drawing, nice story too.
alexi77 Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2007
I wish I was him ;-)
Baron-Munchausen Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2007
Unless this guy is Houdini, he'd better prepare for some serious tickling. LOL.
artemismoonguardian Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2009
I knew Danielle had something to do with this
harukatsukino123 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2007
draw more male tied okay, hot
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