Little Bad Riding Hood: A Ticklish Twist on an old Fairy Tale

Featuring Samantha Red and Chris Wolfgang © Ximon & Egger Righteous!

This is a work of fiction. No animal, vegetable or mineral was harmed, maltreated or detained in any way by the creation or execution of this story.

Written by Egger Righteous.

 

Prologue

We all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood, the good little girl who runs off to Grandmother's house to bring her some food and wine. She meets a wolf along the way that convinces Red to waste time picking flowers for her Grandmother. The wolf then runs off to Grandmother's house, eats up Grandmother, gets into Grandmother's clothes, and into her bed. When Red enters her Grandmother's house, the wolf eats up Red as well.

But how would the story end up if the wolf wasn't that smart and Red wasn't that dumb?

Chapter 1

Chris woke up with a terrible headache. Those two road gypsies looked helpless enough. Chris thought he'd be able to trick the gypsies and eat them up. They weren't so dumb. They tricked Chris into sharing some food and wine with them instead of allowing the wolf to simply eat the gypsies. Just as Chris was finishing the last of the wine, he was knocked out cold from behind. Those two sure knew how to swing a club.

He got to his feet slowly, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and found that his money pouch was gone. "Damn! Now how I am supposed pay my dues to the Wolf Pack?" He looked down the forest path leading deeper into the forest, hoping he might catch up to the gypsies and get his money back.

Chris started to run. The forest path seemed endless. Chris knew he was getting close to the gypsies, he could smell them. Just then, he felt the spiked wine kick in again and got really tired. He slowed to a walk and eventually stopped to rest near a patch of wildflowers. Chris's laid down in the wildflowers, his big wolf feet stuck out onto the forest path. Before long, he was fast asleep, snoring quietly.

As Chris had drifted off to sleep, Samantha Red happened down the forest path carrying her big picnic basket. She glanced over at the large pair of clawed bare feet along the forest path and smirked. Red walked over to the pair of feet and kneeled down, running her fingertip along both of the big soles. The clawed toes curled for a moment. The sleeping wolf giggled a little and turned over. Red snickered, running her fingernails down both his soles! This got Chris' attention. The big bad wolf shrieked like a cheerleader and curled up into a ball, snickering and protecting his soles with his tail. Chris looked up and snarled at Red.

"You know, you really should find a better place to sleep. You could get mugged out here," Red said.

Chris sat up and rubbed the back of his head again.

"Hey! Did you just tickle my feet?" Chris jumped to his feet and got in Red's face, snarling. "I don't like when little girls. . . tickle. . . my. . . feet! *snarl!*"

Red took a cautious step back and patted Chris' chest, "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. Meet me at my Grandmother's house in an hour and I'll make you a nice meal and give you a soft bed to sleep in." Red shook her picnic basket at Chris and he softened up quickly.

"Food?" Chris smiled, "Okay, but no tricks, or I will eat you instead!"

Red snickered and started down the forest path. Chris started to follow her. Without warning, Red scampered off the path and took a shortcut through the thick forest growth. Chris looked around for Red, confused. "Hey! Where did you go! Hey! Hey!" Chris snarled and growled looking around for Red but he couldn't find her anywhere. Red disappeared into the forest without a trace. Chris followed the forest path and eventually found the way to Grandmother's house.

Chapter 2

Chris walked up to the front door of the small shack that was Grandmother's house. The door was cracked open. Chris reached for the doorknob silently, trying to surprise the occupants. Chris opened the door and stepped inside, snarling and growling loudly. To Chris' surprise, no one was inside. Grandmother's bed was empty. Chris looked confused, scratching his head and looking around for Red, knowing full well she had a head start in getting here. Chris heard the floor creak eerily. The big bad wolf took a step back and gasped. Suddenly, he felt a wire wrap around his neck from behind. Someone had jumped Chris from behind, pulling the wire tighter and tighter around his neck. Chris jumped around and tried to scream but the wire was effectively choking him. Chris couldn't get the wire off his neck no matter how much he clawed at it; the wire was too tight. After a minute of struggling, Chris dropped to his knees; his eyes grew wide as he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Red smiled, examining Chris lying there at her feet and proud of her accomplishment. "That's the last time some mangy wolf tries to eat up Samantha Red," she thought. Then, Red saw Chris big wolf soles and smirked, remembering how ticklish they were and she got an idea. She would teach him a lesson he would never forget.

 

Chapter 3

Red scooped up the big wolf and dumped his limp body onto the bed. She was far stronger than her frail appearance alluded to. Red pushed Chris onto his back and put his ankles together at the foot of the bed. Then, Red went over to her picnic basket and dumped its contents onto the floor; a long coil of rope, a pair of scissors, two very sturdy leather cuffs, a roll of duct tape, a serious looking ball gag and harness and lots of evil looking toys. Taking the cuffs from the pile, Red locked the leather cuffs around each of Chris' wrists before tying the cuff tightly to the sturdy headboard. Red took the coil of rope, unraveled it and began to wrap it around Chris' ankles. After several wraps she tied his ankles down to the foot of bed, his big soles and toes stood at attention. The wolf was now very vulnerable and totally helpless. Red picked up the ball gag, adjusted it for Chris' muzzle size and locked it in place around his head, shoving the shiny red ball into his muzzle.

Red crouched down to pick up the shiny scissors as Chris eyes opened slowly. Red stood up as she ran the shiny blades of the scissors along Chris' neck. Red started to cut the arm sleeves of Chris' shirt, slicing the garment open and cutting the bound wolf on the arm in the process.

She sneered at Chris, "Don't move, Wolf."

Chris winced as Red opened the scissor blades under Chris' neck and turned them downwards. She started to cut his shirt open, slicing down the length from top to bottom, exposing his furry chestruf. Red smirked a bit, pulling his shirt apart and exposing the vulnerable wolf down to his undergarment. Red pulled the tattered shirt cloth away from Chris' chest, making him feel even more vulnerable.

Chris tried to free himself but the bonds were tied too tightly. Chris wiggled around and growled at Red. He bit down angrily into the ball gag as Red just chuckled at his hopeless attempt to free himself.

She walked down to the foot of the bed and stuck out her fingertips at Chris' bound soles, grinning. Chris' expression went from incensed rage to frozen with fear. Red clawed her fingernails into Chris' soles firmly. Chris' eyes grew wide as his muzzle cracked a smile. Red grinned, starting again at the tips of Chris' clawed toes, scratching over his toes and around the curved arches of his soles. This got Chris' attention in a very big way. The poor wolf closed his eyes tightly and started shaking with ticklishness. The big wolf toes curled down tightly as Chris tried his hardest not to laugh. Red picked up a red ribbon from the pile and slid it between Chris' toes. Then, she slid the ribbon back and forth briskly making Chris scream with laughter!

"Mmmmmrrrrrrrph!!! Mmmppphhh!! Mmmpphh-phhhh!!" "Mmmmhhhhhhuuuuu- hhhhhuuuuumpppph!!! Mmmm!! Mmmm!!"

Red smirked, "Not so tough, are you now?"

Chris was laughing and panting so heavily, he couldn't hear Red mocking him. Chris knew how ticklish he was, but no one dared try to tickle him. He pulled on the tight bonds holding him down, but it was hopeless. He couldn't escape. He was at the mercy of the evil little girl at his feet, sliding that awful ribbon between his toes.

"Nnnnnmmppppffff!! Nnnnn!!! Mphhhhphhhhh!! Mrrrrph-Mrrrph-MMMMRRRRPH!!"

Red twisted and slid the red ribbon between Chris' toes, wrapping it around a toe or two and driving the bound wolf out of his mind. Just then, Red got an idea. Red tied the ends of the long ribbon to both of Chris' big toes, wrapping the ribbon around Chris' shoulders and behind his head, tying his toes back and keeping his feet bound tightly.

Red reached into her picnic basket and pulled out a wicked looking fork with very long tines. She jumped onto the bed and straddled the helpless wolf over his tummy. She poked the fork's tines at Chris in various places testing where Chris would be most sensitive, but when she combed the fork under his arm, Chris nearly knocked Red onto the floor. She poked and prodded with the evil fork until Chris was crying with laughter!

"Hhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhh!!! Nhhhhhppphhhhhf!!"

After a few minutes of this, Red jumped off the bed and walked to the foot of the bed again. As she approached, she noticed Chris' feet were trying to get away, toes curling and soles wrinkling. Chris tried anything he could do to stop this horrible tickling torture. Red held Chris' toes back with one hand and sent those sharp fork tines up his soles starting at the heel.

"WWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!"

"Kitchy kitchy kooooooooo! Who's a ticklish, helpless, little wolf? Who is?" jeered Red.

Chris closed his eyes tightly, tears soaking his face fur and rolling down his face. He screamed as his whole body grew very tight, shaking the bed. Red's torture was absolutely devious. She held that fork so lightly yet firmly in her hand. Every millimeter was horrific ticklish torture for Chris. Red traced the fork's tines around Chris' sole edges, making the wolf howl with laughter once again.

Red looked at the fork and put it back into her picnic basket then she walked out of the room and rustled with something out of Chris' view. Chris thought this was his chance to escape. He pulled hard, trying to wiggle his way out of the bonds but the only thing he could manage was to make the red ribbon release from behind his head. Chris wiggled his toes and flexed his arches; they were really starting to hurt.

Chris heard Red coming back. He looked up weakly and glared at Red, carrying a cold bottle of milk and a kitten.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!" Chris growled and sneered. Red put the milk down and petted the kitten in her arms. Then Red noticed Chris' toe ribbon had come undone. Red put the kitten down in a chair and removed the red ribbon, retying Chris' toes back once again. This time, she wrapped the red ribbon tightly around his neck.

"If you try that again, wolf, you'll choke yourself to death." Red glanced at the wolf and pointed her finger in his face dominantly, as if he had broken a window or knocked over a vase.

 

Red picked up the kitten and sat down in the chair gazing at the tortured bound wolf tied and gagged in Grandmother's bed. Red knew that the wolf's spirit had been broken. Chris' expression was priceless; his facial expression went from angry to submissive. He was powerless to stop Red from torturing him. Chris could only hope that Red would be merciful soon.

After a few minutes of staring at the wolf, Red got up and said, "Feeding time."

Red reached down onto the floor for the bottle of milk. Red walked over to the foot of the bed and popped the top off the milk bottle. The kitten took attention, as did Chris. Chris' eyes grew wide with fear again, trying to wiggle his feet away. The red ribbon tied between his toes and neck started to strangle the wolf so he stopped struggling.

Red put the kitten down on the bed and reached for the chair, sitting down next to Chris' big clawed feet. Red started dripping the cold milk over Chris' toes and soles. The little kitten pounced Chris' big soles with paws and tongue.

"Nnnnnhhhhhhhmpppphhhhh!!! Mppphhhh!!! Mphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Chris whined and giggled non-stop as the kitten fed on Chris' milk-covered soles.

"Go on, little kitty. Drink up. There's lots more in the kitchen!" Red grinned, watching the kitten lick up the milk on Chris' soles. The kitten was so small it couldn't reach the big wolf toes. Red picked up the kitten and held it right over Chris' toes so it could get at the toes.

Chris howled with laughter from behind his gag. The rough kitten tongue scraped and tickled terribly. The kitten's tongue probed his feet completely. It licked and tickled every inch of his sensitive soles and toes. With every lick, Chris' wished he were dead. The tickling was just too much for him. Chris couldn't defend himself at all, even if he moved his toes he would receive a punishing choke by the ribbon wrapped around his neck.

"Nnnnn!!! NnnnNnnnnnNNNNNNNNppphh!!!"

Chris was a mess. His eyes were wet with tears and he had drooled all over himself during his ordeal. He couldn't remember when the kitten finally finished all the milk or how many bottles Red poured over his feet. He couldn't remember when he had passed out, but his surroundings had changed.

Chris opened his eyes slowly. He didn't know where he was. He tried moving his arms but they were tied behind his back. Making matters worse, someone had covered his muzzlelips with a thick piece of duct tape. As his eyes focused clearly, he realized that he was bound and hanging from a tree, facing his tormentor, Samantha Red.

Chris squealed from behind his duct tape-covered muzzle. He suddenly realized how defenseless and vulnerable he really was. While Chris was out cold, Red had hoisted the wolf into a nearby tree and bound him tightly.

Red looked up at her handiwork and smiled at the broken and bound wolf that had so terrorized her as a child.

"Now you know what it is like to be on the other side. The terrorized. I left you intact this time, wolf. Next time, I won't be so generous."

Red sneered at his bruised face and held up her excessively sharp, shiny scissors, poking them at his untouched undergarment.

"Tell the others of your ilk to leave my Grandmother alone or else they will share the same fate as you have."

Red pinched Chris' squirming toes, making the wolf howl in pain. She left him there to hang in the tree nearly naked. Red smiled slightly as she walked away, her picnic basket of bondage equipment held tightly in her hand. She thought to herself how much fun it was to have the upper hand against Chris. She almost hoped he would try to get at Grandmother again someday.