Gauntlet punishment

Original Authors: • Sherbet Riley, Parpignollord, Demon, ticklishstuey, House Key, Nightfeather and Miss-Tickle

Original Source: Ticklingforum and Deviantart

THE PRINCESS AND THE PAMPERERS

The final banners had fallen, the last arrow loosed. The capital city had been sacked and the king’s guard had surrendered unconditionally. And so it came to pass that the Kingdom of Jovoria was claimed by the Majina Empire.

It had been the 2nd largest war ever fought on Jovorian soil, second only to the Clash of Rams over two hundred years ago. That war had been fought for love. How many women had died so two spoiled sods could have a romp on the rug? But it is for such love that poems are written, epics are told, and kingdom are forged.

It had been the Clash of Rams that led to the ascent of King Harriet the Pale. She’d proven herself a leader on the battlefield and few could rival her knowledge of military strategy. When the previous king had died from a gangrenous tooth infection, Harriet had been the one to step up and turn the tide of battle. Though she’d been only a common female soldier when the Clash of Rams kicked off years prior, by the time victory had been achieved there were few willing to contest her claim to the throne. The prince, the one whose libido had started this whole war, was banished soon after.

And so the Kingdom of Jovoria enjoyed a period of prosperity, decades of bountiful harvests and the building of libraries, great works. King Harriet the Pale went on to marry a commoner, Madra, who she first glimpsed from the window of her carriage during one of the many victory precessions held in her honor across the kingdom. Madra had large, hazel eyes and salmon colored lips that defaulted into a pout when her face was at rest. Her hair was the color of straw and her breasts the size of ripe peaches. The king liked peaches.

It didn’t take long before Harriet and Madra got around to starting a family. Madra’s stomach had begun to swell even before the Festival of Winds, giving birth to a baby girl — Genevieve — during the year’s last full moon. Next came another daughter, Wanda and later a younger sister, Rumi. Week long feasts were held to celebrate the births of each of the king’s children, though it was no secret that the most boisterous of them all was the feast that followed Genevieve’s arrival.

Princess Genevieve was beautiful, tall, Amazon in appearance, she had inherited her mother’s mesmerizing eyes and sharp tongue. The reaction to Wanda’s arrival was akin to disappointment. While Genevieve was a larger child, Wanda was small, plain and slender. It was clear that the poor girl was not destined for anything more than for a foreign princess’s bed or so the thinking went.

Less was made about the birth of Princess Rumi. Feasts were thrown, tournaments were won, but she was more or less an afterthought when it came to matters of state. She was the one who had inherited her father’s mind, her appetites. Rumi was a reader, a scholar, who chafed against the expected duties of a princess, especially when it came time to wear a corset.

As a princess, Genevieve never lacked for an education or exposure to matters of state. she sat beside her father at court, attended every meeting and strategy council. she learned how to fence, if not exactly “fight,” and was subjected to years of vigorous study under the tutelage of academics and sages alike.

So passed nearly three decades of peace. If there is little history written about this time, it is due not to spotty record-keeping or lost manuscripts, but simply a deficit of events worthy of recording. Battles were fought and won, but very far away, and mostly over grain. Spared any true national conflict, Jovorians became accustomed to plenty, even began to expect it. Soon it came to pass that the few remaining soldiers that had fought in the Clash of Rams retired to the countryside. Few remained who knew the weight of a sword in their hand or the distance an arrow could fly.

By the time conflict did eventually arise, few were prepared to deal with, much less overcome, it.

This is how the Rebellion of the Bed unfolded.

There is some dispute as to how exactly the uprising began but certain details, repeated over time, have come to be accepted as truth.

It had brewed along the coast.

At an unknown time, a woman from far away sailed into an unknown harbor. There she quickly secured work in a pleasure house, one that catered primarily to fisherman and merchants. Within a few months she becomes so popular that customers begin fighting over her, at times with violent results. Word of this gets out and soon the humble little sex shack on the coast becomes a something of a destination for those traveling in and out of the port. There has been tell of shipping routes being changed to accommodate a stop there to boost the morale of weary crews.

At some point, a traveling diplomat makes a stop there upon arriving in the kingdom. she requests the company of the famous “siren” — for that’s how she was known then — paying handsomely for the privilege. To this day there is near breathless speculation about what went on behind those closed doors, but what is known for certain is that they did not emerge for over two days. Rumors of wild laughter and submissive moans heard within have yet to be substantiated.

Whatever went on inside, the diplomat emerged a changed woman. A usually dour woman, she set off for the capital with a smile on her face and the woman by her side. She’d paid handsomely for her to accompany her, had in fact offered more gold than the cathouse proprietor would have asked for. she should have known then that she would never return. Once she made it to the capital city, that’s when the rebellion began in earnest.

She’d settled into a pleasure house in the western district, one frequented by palace guards and other rank and file members of the court. It was here that the rebellion truly started. The siren — for she was at this point far too humble to suggest anyone refer to her as “queen” just yet — proved that the rumors of her bedroom prowess had not been exaggerated. Before long, soldiers and wine envoys were taking numbers, patiently waiting for their (usually) brief time with the exotic siren from across the sea.

But of course, such demand was not sustainable for just one woman. Other concubines were getting jealous, making less. And so she taught them her ways, secrets they were to guard with their lives. She trained them in the “Delicate Arts” for that’s how she described them. These techniques were applicable no matter the woman’s background or body type. All they had to do was watch, and listen. The siren taught the women how to read a woman or woman’s body like a map, where to touch them and how, for the best results.

She described, in detail, an incident from when she was young. A lady had purchased her body for a time, a lady with a predilection for bondage. Upon being bound to the bed, the woman began shouting directions at her, as though she were still somehow the one in charge. The siren had no desire to touch the lady at all, and certainly not where she was directing her. She realized very quickly that the point of such an exercise, the fantasy, really, was to deny this woman and do as she wished.

Later, she’d acknowledge in private that what happened next had not been planned. Mostly, it had occurred out of a combination of curiosity and boredom. Unsure of what else to do, what was permitted, the young woman scooped up some spiders from the windowsill into her palm, and placed them on the woman’s stomach, covering them with an empty cup.

With nowhere to go, the spiders skittered and danced along the woman’s naked and sensitive belly, causing her to struggle against her binds. The woman was young, but she knew how to tie a knot. The woman howled with laughter, her large breasts jiggling everywhere. She’d been tied up less than two minutes and already she was begging her to let her go.

It tickled, she told her.

The siren had never known such a gentle touch. Her life had not been one of ease or adventure. Her upbringing had been lacking in play, in sensitivity, in laughter. She’d never known the sensation of a crooked finger under her arm, a soft feather across her skin.

She didn’t let the woman go, despite her shrill and giggling pleas. Instead she spent what time they had together learning of the sensitivities of women’s flesh. These imposing Amazons that had subjugated her, had conquered her lands, her people. Yet the whole time they were nothing more than giggling little girls, just waiting to be coaxed from beneath their emotional and physical armor. This revelation would color the next five decades of the siren’s life.

And so she taught the other concubines how to tickle, and how to tickle women especially. She told them of the little tricks that could make a woman quake with desperation and desire, how to employ the pads of one’s fingertips or the soft soles of their feet for maximum effectiveness.

In practice her techniques worked almost too well. The women would come to the house for pleasure, but find only play instead. Well, not play exclusively, the women who worked there were savvy enough to know that the women and women would ask for their money back should they leave without achieving release. Ironically, the tickle **** they were subjected to acted as foreplay to them, serving to arouse them even further before climax. They got what they paid for, and the women acquired new skills, ones that would certainly serve them well under a new regime.

And so this technique spread across the land, from the brothels to the bedrooms of the kingdom’s most powerful advisors and diplomats. Slowly, over months and years, secrets began to make their way back to the siren. Her “daughters” as she called them, had since become experts in extracting ticklish secrets from both women and women without them realizing what they were giving up. Steadily she began collection secrets and **** from all over the kingdom, storing them for later like a squirrel in winter.

Finally, after patiently gathering secrets and a loyal following of experienced concubines, she struck.

It started with words before it escalated to warfare. Possessing the secrets and shames of more than half of the court, it wasn’t hard to put her thumb on the scales of power for her own benefit. She knew the fragile branches from which generals hung their self-esteem, the weak points in the palace walls and the schedule for watch duty. The hope had been for a bloodless coup, but the siren had not accounted for one of her little spies falling in love with her target. The secret was out and the siren had to flee the capital to regroup when her plans came to light.

The betrayal had been unexpected and the siren resolved to never be caught off guard like that again. She retreated once again to the coast and started from scratch with a handful of faithful advisors. Over time, she rallied a collection of sell swords and mercenaries, all of whom fell under the spells of her and her girls’ soft touch. They fought not for banners or countrymen, but for love, one that had bewitched their bodies and minds.

They fought for their queen, for that is what they’d started called her. She was their queen, their goddess, their mistress, and their mommy.

For all their esteem in the eyes of the city’s elite, many were unhappy with the royal family’s stewardship of the kingdom. For all the talk of continuity in leadership, this only meant that those who had felt ignored by the previous regime remained so. The sycophants and bowers and scrapers in the palace couldn’t see what was brewing right under their noses until it was too late. The people had had enough and now they had a queen to fight for.

Unrest spread through the populace, rumors caught fire, guards were swayed to look the other way. It didn’t take long for this to spill over into ****. Riots swept through the capital and many infantrymen and guards were slow to respond. After all, they’d had their hearts stolen by their queen and her coterie of sensual ticklers.

The conflict stretched on for some time. The royal family remained locked in the palace while it all unfolded, only getting occasional updates from their most trusted advisors. How were they to know that even those in their inner sanctum had been corrupted by the soft touches of the queen’s women?

After all the conflict and strife, the villages burned and the streams dammed with corpses, the kingdoms had fought themselves to a stalemate. Yes, the queen had her forces, the love of the people, but the royal family had deep pockets and a lot of allies at home and abroad. In the end it was all quite anticlimactic — the royal family sued for peace. All a continued conflict would do is lead to more orphans and bloodshed, the reasoning went. The queen was invited to the palace and a grand banquet was to be held in honor of their compromise.

Princess Genvieve readied herself for bed. she was not looking forward to sitting beside her father at the head of the table, being seated across from the very woman who had wanted to take everything from her family. Who was this interloper, this woman from across the sea, who thought she could rule the kingdom better than her father? What did she know of her land, her people? She did not grow up in the orange groves of Saint Mirinta, had not spent her summers skipping stones in the Wivo or listening to the songs of sparrows.

The last thought that flitted behind her restless eyelids before sleep finally overtook her was an image of the queen. She was sitting across from her at the banquet table, smiling sweetly at her. Her left arm was outstretched, reaching toward her across the table. There was nothing in her hand, which was stained with pomegranate juice. She held her hand up, letting it float before her eyes, and gave her fingers a little wiggle.

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Princess Genevieve was awoken in the night when a black burlap sack was thrown over her head. her startled cries for help were immediately silenced by a rough hand being forcefully placed over her mouth. The princess’s hands were **** roughly behind her back, causing her to gasp out in pain behind the muffling palm pressed across her lips. she could not see her assailants but she could smell whiskey and honey on their breath.

The princess stumbled down the hall, pushed forward by her hulking escorts. Genevieve had some idea of where they were headed when she nearly fell down the umpteenth flight of stone steps. she was being taken to the dungeon.

Young Genevieve had only been there a few times before, to speak with political prisoners and idealistic captives to better understand them. After all, Genevieve, for all that She’d been given, had always been a lonely child.

By the time She’d been tied down to the table — her arms stretched above her head and her feet locked in a pair of stocks at the end — her resolve had only hardened further. Whatever it was the queen or whoever wanted with her she wouldn’t give an inch. she would never break, never give them the satisfaction of seeing her sweat or beg or plead. Genevieve’s resolve had never been tested in any meaningful way. She’d not so much as scraped her knee as a child, had never broken a bone, had never had her heart broken. The princess was a nice girl, thoughtful and studious, but she was soft. her was a softness nurtured by her mother, by nursemaids and teachers. They knew what could become of women deprived of care, of love or attention. They became women like their wifes and sisters, women who turned their hearts to stone and their minds to mush with ale.

Genevieve was scared. This she could concede privately. her imagination was racing, picturing all sorts of unpleasantness: rats feasting on her eyes, hot pokers in her side, stones placed on her chest, thousands and thousands of cuts.

The sound of approaching footsteps disrupted her morbid reverie. she could see torchlight through the small opening in her cell door. The wood groaned as it was pushed inward, the bottom of the door scraping against the stone floor, displacing dust and cobwebs.

There she was, The Queen. Who else could it be? Her beauty was the stuff of legend, a prayer one whispered into their pillow. She was tall, with cheekbones so sharp you could cut fruit with them. Her hair was dark, near black, yet had a puce colored hue when it caught the light. She was beautiful. More than beautiful, striking. She wore a black velvet dress, one that hugged her shapely body, accentuating her curves, her chest. There was a mole, so faint it could be mistaken for a crumb, on her chin below her full lips. Her pale skin stood in sharp contrast to her black dress, together in the dark almost creating the illusion of a floating head and chest.

Her appearance was enough to drive whole libraries of vocabulary from princess Genevieve’s head. Despite knowing that this was the very woman whose charisma and beauty had driven women against their king, She’d been wholly unprepared for the reality of her face, her chest, her lips.

“I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long,” the queen said slowly, almost apologetically. Her years of waiting on others and anticipating their needs had led to her perfecting a certain submissive tone.

For a brief instant, Princess Genevieve almost felt bad. she felt compelled to assure her, that she hadn’t been waiting long, that it was perfectly alright. her lips were already moving when she recognized this reflex and clamped her mouth shut defiantly.

The Queen smiled. she would be a fun one, she thought.

This was the first time the Queen had laid eyes on the princess as well. she bore a passing resemblance to her father but really favored her mother, especially in her temperament. her father’s face was the one on their money, her severe gaze asserting authority over any who dated to look her in the eye. While Genevieve had been molded in the image of her father in nearly every sense, not just in her politics but in her sartorial choices and grooming habits, she had never been able to match her father’s “look.”

Genevieve’s face was soft, round but not bloated. Though she had been a “woman” for quite some time now, she had never tasted command. She’d never broken a bone, lost a tooth, chipped a nail. her experience of the world and the people that lived in it was as narrow as the window she saw them through.

She was slender but not skinny with a little bit of a tummy from her nights drinking ale with the kings guard. her hair had darkened with age. When Genevieve was younger she sported blond curls, a look her mother adored and her father despised. But as Genevieve aged her hair straightened, shading from bouncy blonde to chestnut brown. She’d never chafed against her position, her destiny. If anything it had helped her. There was no agonizing over what she could or should be, she simply was. To have it all laid out before her, all progress measurable, was a load off her mind. Without having to worry about much else other than how to rule, the princess could learn about matters of state unencumbered. The princess had been a diligent student, watchful, curious.

Despite her best efforts, however, she couldn’t help but note a tone of condescension on the tongues of her tutors and advisors. her father the king would be a tough act to follow, Genevieve knew that. her father had been a warrior, a hero, beloved by the serfs and the soldiers. And who was Genevieve, the girl who would be king? A sheltered princess who knew much about trade and strategy but knew precious little of the world.

Genevieve had spoken to her father about this on many occasions. The princess was nothing if not self-aware. her father had dragged her feet in giving her heir more responsibility. Perhaps she was afraid that doing so would speed up the process of her eventual replacement. But the king knew she wasn’t getting any younger. If her heir was old enough to marry, old enough to weigh in on council meetings, then surely she was old enough to be the face of the occasional military operation or diplomatic summit.

It was just the princess’s luck that it was at that very moment that the Rebellion of the Bed began brewing along the coast. The stakes were suddenly so high that the king didn’t want this to be Genevieve’s first exposure to command. The next one, she assured her heir. The next one…

The Queen chuckled at the Princess’s attempt to approximate her father’s stern expression. It only served to make the young woman look confused.

“You’re nothing at all what I imagined,” the Queen said, her eyes roaming up and down the princess’s taut, exposed body. “I imagined someone younger. Fatter.”

The Princess said nothing. They would sing songs of her resistance, she thought. Genevieve imagined guards barreling against locked doors, fighting on the parapets of the palace. If she could just hold out long enough, maybe…maybe…

“Am I?” The Queen asked.

“Are you what?” The Princess spat, trying to mask her fear with anger.

“As you imagined?” The Queen did a coquettish little twirl, her white teeth emerging from behind her dark red lips.

In truth she was nothing like what Genevieve had imagined. She was more. The Princess would never admit it — at least not yet — but She’d spent quite of time imagining the queen since word of her rebellion first reached the palace. There had been no etchings, no eye witness reports about what she looked like. Thus the princess’s imagination had run wild, often whilst laying alone in the dark with her hand pumping feverishly beneath her satin sheets. What kind of beauty could turn a woman against her country, her king?

Over the years that the rebellion had spanned, images of the Queen had come to her at night. At times she was a squat blonde with heaving breasts and vase-like waist. At others she was an amazon, with fire red hair and arms like tree trunks. Sometimes she looked refined and educated like her tutors, or a plain barefoot peasant girl with kind eyes. But none of her fantasies compared to the real thing. Suddenly all those nights pawing at herself in the dark felt insufficient. Suddenly, she got it.

The Princess dared not utter a word, worried that She’d somehow give herself away. her voice might quiver, or god forbid…

“Silent treatment. That’s fine. We should enjoy this quiet time together while we can.”

The queen didn’t step toward the table so much as she glided toward it. She gently sat her round bottom on the end of the table, causing it to groan under her added weight. The queen was close enough to her now that the princess could smell her — lavender, lilac and a whiff of rosemary. Her eyes were dark, shimmering in the dank light of the dungeon, almost hypnotic.

“I don’t have to tell you that things in the capitol are…fragile, at the moment.”

“Whose fault is that?” Genevieve replied.

The Queen smiled, amused.

“I acknowledge the role I’ve played in all this. What I’m here to find out, however…” The Queen leaned in closer now and Genevieve, young woman that she was, couldn’t help but glance at her chest. “…is if you can play yours.”

Genevieve didn’t speak, just glared at her captor with what she hoped read as defiance. she really hadn’t accounted for her beauty, which was even more evident close up. This, coupled with her exposed body and tight restraints, made her feel less than equipped.

“Your father shall play her part, locked in irons in the Red West Keep. No harm shall come to her, on that you have my word. she will simply be out of sight, out of mind. her face shall no longer adorn our coins, our banners and stamps…”

“Though I may have won the hearts of the common folk…” The Queen continued, now walking two fingers down the princess’s chest. She noticed a slight curl in her lip as her fingertips made contact, and smiled. “I must admit that my cohort are…lacking in the educational background of your most trusted advisors.”

“If you harm one hair on my father’s head…” Genevieve spat.

“What hair?” The Queen asked, humorously.

Despite herself, the princess chuckled. her father had been bald since she was Genevieve’s age. Upon realizing her mistake, the princess clamped her jaw shut.

“It seems the two of us are in a bind. Well, maybe you more so than me.” The Queen added, nodding to the princess’s binds. “But perhaps we can come to some kind of…agreement.”

“Where you let me go and I have your head divorced from your neck?” The Princess was proud of that one. she might even write it down later.

The Queen chuckled. She was in a good mood. The Princess had expected black-hooded torturers, pliers and branding irons. she had no idea what the Queen had in mind. Whatever it was, she intended to enjoy herself. This, more than anything, is what really made the princess’s stomach churn.

“I was thinking something perhaps more mutually…beneficial…” She began touching her chest again, letting her hand wander over her collarbone, her nipples, her stomach. her puffy little nipples puckered as her belly tensed at her touch and her ass shifted a little beneath her. Her fingers were ice cold but her palm was warm.

“Despite the end to our little conflict, I’m afraid another is already on the horizon. I know this might come as a shock to you, but not everyone is quite so happy about the regime change. Not just the countryfolk, but certain members of court.”

“Y-you d-don’t say…” The Princess was doing her best to keep her voice even. she was distracted by the Queen’s wandering hand. It didn’t follow any discernible pattern or rhythm. Her fingers dragged lazily across her skin, wandering dangerously close to her armpit.

“I don’t mean to tip my hand but I don’t exactly have the means to defend myself from an uprising, no matter if they’re a minority among the common folk. It’s not exactly a good look, mounting your subjects’ heads on pikes. And despite my army’s superior might, there aren’t many among us with a suitable education for diplomacy and economic management.”

“S-sound like a-ha you pr-problem…” The Queen’s soft, warm palm was gently rubbing her stomach now, moving around and around methodically. The Princess was having a difficult time keeping her voice steady in an attempt to appear strong. To not appear quite so…

Ticklish…

“No, it’s yours, sweet one,” the Queen said softly, as though she were attempting to soothe her. “With your father off the throne, it’s important that we keep some continuity of rule, wouldn’t you agree?”

Genevieve said nothing. Not out of any real kind of resilience but due to the Queen’s distracting, ticklish touch. Her fingers had begun to wiggle, ever so slightly, applying just a little pressure here and there. There was no hiding her reaction now, the princess’s body was beginning to tremble and jerk away from her fingers. Even worse, the princess was having difficulty hiding her burgeoning smile.

“Yes, so do I. I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” she continued. “Therefore you’d agree that it only makes sense that the two of us should marry in order to preserve the peace.”

“Wh-ahat!” The Princess exclaimed, unable to let her suggestion go unchallenged or stop the giggles from burbling forth.

“Yes, dear. I for one thing we would make quite the fetching couple!” Her fingers were moving faster now, poking and wiggling along Genevieve’s sides, worming their way between her ribs and along her love handles. “And it seems you think so too! Look at how happy the idea makes you!”

“Ihihihihihihihihi’m nahahahahahahat hahahahahappyyyyyy! Stahahahahp thihihihihis ahahahahahahat ohohohohohonce! Heheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee!”

There was no denying it now, Princess Genevieve was deathly ticklish. Always had been. This was hardly a secret at court, at least in the maid’s quarters. The fact that the Queen had learned of her sensitivity meant that someone close to her had talked. But who? she had to wonder, had the Queen tickled them too?

“Really? Are you suuuuure? Because you sure look happy! Just wook at dat happy widdle faaaaaace!” The Queen trilled, leaning in close so that her face was just inches from her own, as if she were teasing a baby in its bassinet.

“Ihihihihihihihi’m nahahahahahat hahahahahahahahahapppy!” The princess squealed, doing her best to control her face in addition to her laughter.

The tragedy was that someone had talked. Genevieve had feared the hot poker and broken bones, but this was far worse. It wasn’t just that she was ticklish, that would be bad enough. Worse was that she liked it. She’d always enjoyed tickling, which really was the word for it: “enjoy.” Even now she was doing her best to keep her mind clear, her body still, and her wettening pussy…

“C’mon happy girl, many women and women are willing to kill for a chance to marry meeeeeeeee. And they have. You’re the luckiest little girl in the land! Can you say ‘happy girl?’ Huh? Can you?” The Queen was gently tapping her fingertips against her armpits now, not even applying very much pressure, simply making contact with the pale skin of her underarms. Even this was enough to make the young princess shake on the table.

“Nohohohohohohohohohohohohooooo! Yohohohohohohohohohou’ll nehehehehehever breheheheheheheheheak meheheheheeeeeee!” The princess giggled, not entirely convinced herself that she had the ability to hold out. What matted was buying time. she imagined a legion of loyal guards fighting their way to her at that very moment, battalions crossing battlefields and slamming against the sturdy doors of the tower. she just needed to resist as long as she could before…

“Happy happy happy girlyyyy! Happy girls get tickled by their nannies, don’t they? They get tickled by their mommies and their sissies and just giggle and laugh and…buck. Don’t they sweet girl?”

Genevieve was doing her best to block out the beautiful woman’s words, which dripped like poison into her ear to corrode her admittedly fragile resistance. This, almost more so than the tickling, made her worry.

“Nohohohohohohohohoho thehehehehehehehehehehey dohohohohohohohon’t! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ihihihihiihihihihi’ll nehehehehehehehehehever mahahahahahaharry yohohohohohoho-“

“PBRRRRRRRRRT!” The queen had unexpectedly placed her lips against the princess’s belly and blew a prolonged raspberry. She smiled as she felt the princess’s butt lift a few inches off the table and her laughter rose in pitch. “Wasberries! Baby loves her wazberries doesn’t she? Huh? Doesn’t she? PBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!”

The queens lips were soft and warm, the tip of her nose cold. This, coupled with the ticklish ripples of air across her exposed stomach **** the young princess’s mouth open, allowing her laughter to escape unimpeded.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Nahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa! Nohohohooooo! No no no no no - !”

“PBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!”

“AH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! STOP! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Who’s my happy little girl? PBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!”

“Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

“Just admit you’re my happy little girl and we can leave the wazberry patch!” The queen trilled, bringing her face closer to her stomach once more in a teasing manner, playfully exaggerating the excitement on her face. “Uhhh…uhhhh…”

The princess was giggling in anticipation, her smile genuine. As the queen brought her lips to her stomach once more and took a deep breath, something bent inside the princess.

“Okay! Okay!”

The Queen looked at her expectantly, raising her eyebrows.

“I’m a -“

“PBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Stahahahahahahahap! Ihihihihihihihihi wahahahahahahahahahahasssss abohohohohohohohohohout tooohohohohohohoooooo - !”

“PBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!”

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhpppppihihihihihihihiiiiiiit!”

“C’mon, all that education and you can’t use any of those biiiiiig fancy words? Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you need a grown up like me to tell you what to do! You’re just a hapless widdle princessling!”

The princess’s face was turning red, as much from embarrassment as the tickling. Nobody spoke to nobility this way. After years of hearing deferential tones from everyone she came across, Genevieve was unaccustomed to being condescended to in such an infantile manner. In fact, the only people She’d ever known to speak to her in this way were her mother, sisters, and long-serving nannies. And — Genevieve realized with a cold terror in her stomach — the queen knew it. She was using it against her, hoping to make her feel like a helpless little girl again, someone who would say or do anything that was asked of her to make the tickling stop.

She couldn’t give in. she wouldn’t. The kings of old had suffered for their country. They’d lost limbs in battle and sold off their daughters to secure alliances. These kings knew of hardship, real struggle. If Genevieve couldn’t handle a little tickling, well then she didn’t deserve the throne. Every ruler had their test. If tickle **** was to be her, then so be it.

The princess could endure.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi’m nahahahahahahahahaat! Ihihihihihihihi’m nahahahahahahahahahahahat! Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi’m thehehehehehehehehe heheheheheheir tohohohohohohohohoho thehehehehehe throhohohohohohohohone!” The Princess blushed even harder upon hearing just how small and childish her protests sounded.

“Uh oh!” The Queen exclaimed as she drew her hands back for a moment, bringing them to her face in an expression of false surprise.

“What?” The Princess found herself trying to get a look at her torso, momentarily caught up in her torturer’s theatrics.

“Spiders!”

“What? Where?” The princess asked, slightly panicked. she never liked spiders.

“Right…” The Queen’s hands turned into claws, her smile growing wider as she slowly brought them down toward her captive’s trembling chest. “…here!”

Upon touching her ribs, the queen’s fingers began wiggling between her ribs, spidering and scraping all the sensitive spots that one usually protected with armor.

“A tickle tickle tickle! A goochie goochie goo! The tickle spiders are in the silly girl’s bed! Look out! They’re gonna get ya! They’re gonna get ya! Do you know what tickle spiders do? They find ticklish little girls, and they just tickle and tickle and tickle allllllllll their silly spots until they wet the bed! And something tells me you remember the tickle spiders, don’t you? Because they sure remember yooooooou!” The queen singsonged, her tone growing more playful and childish as she felt the young princess crumbling beneath her skillful fingers.

“Nohohohohohohohohohohohooooooo! Tihihihihihihihihihihihickle spihihihihihihihihihihiders ahahahahahahahahaha ahahahahahahahaharen’t reheheheheheheheheheheheheal! Gahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!”

It was true, the princess did remember the tickle spiders. It was a game her sisters had played with her before She’d really developed muscles. How awful it had been, being trapped between them on a couch or in a bed. Wanda and Rumi as the youngest siblings could always be relied to find a common enemy in the heir. Even though they were her siblings, any physical harm that should befall her was punishable by many unpleasant methods — a weekend in the tower, say, or an evening of kneeling on rice — so they often disguised their playful tormenting of their eldest sister as play.

After all, what kind of sister doesn’t relish in the humiliation of their elder sisterr?

Did that mean that her sisters had talked? They were just as ticklish as she was. It wasn’t unreasonable to think that perhaps the Queen’s light touch had made Rumi and Wanda crack. Not that Genevieve could blame them, necessarily. They hadn’t been quite so lucky as to have been born with her iron will.

“Gehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehet ahahahahahahahahawahahahay! Gehehehehehehehehehehet ahahahahahahawaaaaaaayyyyyyhahahahahahahahahha!”

“And the tickle spiders will be hiding in our bed on our wedding night! Oh yes they will,” The Queen cooed as her spider-like fingers circled her bellybutton, the tips of her fingernails teasing the perimeter of the sensitive little hole. “You’ll need someone to keep you safe from the tickle tickle tickle monsters! I can protect you, I’m the only one who can. I know how to keep my wife’s ticklish widdle secret. All you have to do is ask me to marry you, and I’ll make sure your tickly little body is protected from the mean ol’ tickle spiders!”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Ihihihihihihihihi’ll nehehehehehehehehehever mahahahahahahaharry yohohohohohohohohohohouuuuu! Nohohohohohohohohohohoho mahahahahahahahahahatter whahahahahahahahahahat yohohohohohohohohohou dooooohohohohohohooooo! Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Bwahahahahahahahahaha — ungh…”

The Queen’s warm palm was now cupping her deluging womanhood, pressing it pleasurably against her thigh. She could feel it leak against her hand and gave it a little pet. Even this slight contact made the princess’s body grow as wet as her womanhood.

“I wonder, my princess…” she purred, “…if you even know of the true benefits of a marital bed.” The Queen bent down and blew gently on the princess’s exposed torso, causing goosebumps to ripple along her skin.

The princess’s face reddened as she felt the queen’s nimble fingers untying the drawstrings of her trousers. her mind was racing now with curiosity, lust and fear. This was, after all, what the queen was famous for — satisfying women as well as men. Wars had been fought on her behalf based on her skillful manipulation of peoples’ privates.

Part of Genevieve’s mind was more than intrigued by the idea of putting herself in the hands of such a skilled practitioner of pleasure. But another, louder voice within her knew that if she were to succumb to her sensual charms, there would be no resisting her advances further. If she were to coax her to completion, there was a good chance She’d become just another one of her blissfully aroused thralls.

Genevieve couldn’t allow that to happen. No matter what she threw at her, she needed to resist her beautiful captor.

Of course, her body did not obey her mind any more than a river did a boulder. her clit rose from her flooding lips, standing erect in the cold air. Truthfully the princess had never known if She’d been “gifted” in this arena. The queen gave no indication one way or another, she simply stood back and reached for a nearby shelf.

“Oooooh, such a shy, pretty thing you are. Poor baby…first time?” The Queen said it in a tone bordering on concern, not judgement. “Don’t be scared…just close your eyes…”

The princess could hear the pop of a jar being opened, the soft squelch of an ointment being rubbed between her palms. she refused to obey her by closing her eyes but dared not give her the satisfaction of her curiosity. Genevieve fixed her eyes onto the ceiling, taking this short break from her ticklish onslaught to steady her breathing and regain her composure.

The breath caught in her throat when she felt her warm, slick hands set upon her now dripping clit and lips. Her soft palms were coated in an ointment that smelled faintly of peppermint and sage. Perhaps it was her imagination, or perhaps it was the ointment’s intended effect, but her mound suddenly felt quite warm.

Genevieve’s eyes almost shut reflexively as she suddenly found herself awash in a pleasure unlike any She’d ever known. The queens hands moved leisurely up and down as she hummed a slow little melody. The more her hands worked her over, the more thoroughly they coated her pussy in that minty ointment, the more pleasure they seemed to coax out of it. Genevieve was fighting back little grunts and moans of pleasure, her butt shifting beneath her as she tried to turn this way and that.

“That’s right little one,” the Queen whispered, “struggle…” She gently massaging the mound, giving the lips a gentle kiss, before her thumb began massaging the exposed love button. Gently, she pressed her palm against her mound and began to rub.

“Mmmmph…” Genevieve’s eyes rolled back as her back arched ever so slightly.

“Good girl…” the queen smiled. Her voice remained maternal, patient. “Doesn’t that feel gooooooood?”

“Unh…uh…” Genevieve wanted to deny it, but any attempt to form the words resulted in another escaped murmur of pleasure.

“Sometimes girls aren’t ticklish. Or think they aren’t, anyway. Every girl is ticklish. That’s their secret, one only their mommies and sisters know. But I’ve always been good with secrets. You’d be amazed at the things some naughty girls have told me. But even the most hardened…”

She gave her pussy a quick squeeze and Genevieve’s head fell back.

“…find all kinds of new sensitivities when I use my special lotion. Anything it touches gets all tiiiiiinnnnnngly and sennnnnnnnsitive. Just like I’m doing to your happy little clitty and mound right nowwwww…”

The Queen’s palm began making slower and slower circles now. She almost laughed when she felt how greedily the young princess was bucking into her hand. This might not take as long as she'd feared.

“And you’re already such a sensitive girl, aren’t you Geny? I don’t know how you can stand it! Poor baby…”

Genevieve chuckled breathlessly, her head lolling back and forth as she felt her hips involuntarily buck once more. The soft tone of words were arousing her just as much as her ceaseless hands. But it wasn’t her slow palm that had her chuckle and somehow the Queen could sense this.

“What’s so funny, baby?” The Queen cooed.

“So this…th-his is h-how - shit! - you di-hi-d it…”

The princess chuckled again, seemingly making no effort to control her bucking now.

“T-this is how you con-convinced di-hi-plomats and gehenerals t-to go along with the rebellion. You jacked them all off! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

The Queen frowned and pulled her hands back from her pussy. The princess was laughing heartily now. It was just so hysterical to her. her pink pussy glistened as she nearly choked on her own laughter.

“Hohohohohohohow mahahahahahany? How many pussies did you have to…ahahahahahahahahaha! You’re no queen at all. You’re a *****! Ahahahahahahahaha. God…to think I’d marry you after one pleasurable massage…ehehehehehehehe…”

The Queen’s face flashed with anger for but a brief moment. This was not fresh invective to her, but it did sting for the princess to still not take her seriously while knowing she held all the cards. Perhaps she’d been naive to expect differently but considering how the princess had been raised, she’d assumed that She’d be more enlightened and respect a woman’s authority.

After a moment, she regained her composure and regarded the giggling princess on the table before her. She’d come to regret this. She did, after all, hold all the cards.

The Queen bent at the waist and brought her mouth close to the princess’s drenched clitoris.

“Oh, what’s next, you gonna blo-oh fuck!”

Indeed the queen had blown a little puff of air from between her pursed lips onto her pussy. But due to the ointment that the queen had now thoroughly worked into her already sensitive mons, this little gust of air rolling over her skin felt more like the soft lick of a cat’s tongue. The princess’s body jolted at the sensation and she was briefly stunned into silence.

“What was that? I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said, do you really think I’ll marry you just from a — s-shit!”

The Queen blew again and the sensation against her pussy jolted her back into submission. The princess’s pussy felt cool, tingly — the same way her foot felt whenever it fell asleep. But instead of being numb, the princess’s pussy could feel everything. It may have been her imagination, but Genevieve could swear that she could feel the little specks of dust in the air settling on her trembling clitty.

“I do, think so, yes.” The Queen said, confidently. “I was worried I might not get to enjoy this, that you’d break quickly. Unlike you, I give respect when it’s due. I must say, most people have broken by now. But it’s all the same in the end. You will marry me. You may even come to love me. The only thing that you have control of right now, is how much you suffer between now and then.”

“Suffer?” The princess scoffed, summoning courage from the deepest wells of her spirit. “What, from tickling and handjobs? Please…”

“Okay, struggle. This way I can take a break.”

“Tired already?” Genevieve smirked.

The Queen returned her taunt with a condescending smile.

“Not exactly.”

With that, the queen turned her head toward the door and let out a shrill little whistle. Moments later Genevieve could hear footsteps approaching, soft and tentative. Conflicted. When the door finally swung open Genevieve recognized their silhouettes immediately and her heart sank.

It was Gwendolyn and Bree, her childhood nannies. Gwendolyn was a tall, plain girl, so plain in fact that around the castle it wasn’t uncommon to joke that her favorite snack was flour. Her hair was the color of sun bleached straw, strands of which often hung in front of her face despite the bandana she often favored while working. Bree was stout and jolly, her cheeks round and perpetually pink. Her hands were plump, her fingers stubby, but Genevieve remembered well how easily they had made her squeal as a child.

His sisters had learned from watching Gwendolyn and Bree work her over when the princess had been uncharacteristically obstinate or rowdy. They’d pin her down and tickle her until she acquiesced to taking her bath or cleaning her room or finishing her supper. Gwendolyn and Bree were not permitted to harm their young mistress, but they knew exactly where to poke and what to whisper in order to turn her to jelly in their hands.

They hadn’t forgotten either.

“Young Mistress!” Bree exclaimed, her eyes wide as they beheld the **** young princess. “What’s happened to you?”

The Princess’s heart leapt in her chest. For an instant Genevieve felt relief — the way one does when they first awake in the morning, the seconds before the previous night comes into focus. It was an almost pavlovian response, seeing her nannies in the doorway and thinking herself saved. When her sisters became overzealous in their ticklish ministrations, it would be Gwendolyn and Bree who would rescue her. Time had been kind to them but they were unmistakably older around their eyes, their mouths, their hands…

“Go ahead…” The Queen whispered, “Call out to your mommies for help.”

Genevieve was embarrassed to realize that indeed a plea for help had been forming in her throat at the sight of her old nannies. But the Queen’s infantilizing tone brought her crashing back to reality. Genevieve felt her stomach coil and the sweat on her brow cool. she clenched her teeth, but she could not hide the tremors in her thighs and neck.

The Princess was frightened.

“Oh, dear…” Gwendolyn sighed, averting her gaze from the trussed up young lady as her cheeks burned in second hand embarrassment.

“It seems they remember you,” The Queen said. “I couldn’t ask for better babysitters.”

Genevieve fixed her gaze on the Queen, her eyes burning with hatred and fear. The Queen knew exactly what she was communicating but refused to say.

Please don’t leave me alone with them.

“What, you didn’t think I’d be able to spend the whole day working this out, did you?” The Queen pouted, answering her unspoken plea. "I have a country to run, appointments to make! Your happy nannies are here to keep my baby company while momma’s away on business. Don’t worry! I’ll be back in two shakes…”

The Queen gave the princess a little poke in the ribs to punctuate her remarks and smiled when she saw Bree perk up at her familiar little yelp.

“I’ll leave you to catch up then…” The Queen said, nodding to the awaiting caregivers. They parted to let her pass as she stepped out, daring not to so much as breathe until her footsteps hit the stairs.

“Bree…Gwen…” The Princess whispered, doing her best to look especially pitiable. The minute she saw them it was clear that her childhood minders had been the ones to tell of the Princess’s ticklish weakness.

It all made sense to her now. Surely they’d been offered land, titles, and other riches in exchange for exercising their dreadful talents upon her **** body. But Genevieve hoped that perhaps fond memories from when she was a girl would be enough to dissuade them from following through on what ever dreadful plans they’d been asked to carry out.

“Oh, you poor thing…” Gwendolyn tutted as she swept into the room. Her slender frame cast a long shadow along the dungeon wall and Genevieve was suddenly reminded how just how much bigger her nannies had seemed. They certainly loomed large in her imagination, their smiling faces beaming down at her, glimpsed through the teary haze of her childhood hysteria.

“Young mistress…how ever did you get into such a pickle! Oh, sweetness…” Bree said it so casually, as if she’d come upon her tangled in a curtain drawstring or half-fallen out of bed. She giggled when she saw her pussy begin to juice in response to her babying tone.

“Oh, she, um…” Gwendolyn hushed, suddenly bashful at the sight of the princess’s still dripping slit. The ointment was still working its magic. The vibrations of their voices on the air was enough to give her a little tingle.

“Awww, somebody’s excited to see us…” Bree trilled, not being at all taken aback by the princess’s exposure. “Aww, still such a shy widdle woman…”

“Maybe I should…cover her up…” Gwendolyn muttered. She was rubbing the tips of her fingers together, something she always used to do when she was nervous.

“Yes, that sounds like a great idea.” Genevieve said, doing her best to keep her voice even. she hoped to spark up that old camaraderie they used to share. After all, for a time during the princess’s early adolescence, Gwendolyn and Bree were her only friends.

“Are you sure sweetness?” Bree cooed. “I don’t know if that’s best…”

“Of course it’s best…” Genevieve said firmly, though not without charm. “Just look at poor Gwendolyn, she’s embarrassed.”

“Are you sure youuuuuu’re not the one who’s embarrassed?” Bree asked skeptically, her hands resting on her hips. “Not even a teeny, weeny, itty bitty bit?” Her voice rose into a childish squeak, as though she were putting on one of her “famous” finger puppet shows.

“Gwendolyn, would you please…” Genevieve urged her politely, turning away from Bree so as to better hide the reddening of her ears. Her condescending tone had always cut through her like butter. Nothing put her in her place quicker as a child than to be made to feel so foolish — so silly — as to think She’d be allowed, much less able, to do anything at all.

“You heard the widdle princess.” Bree chirped, turning her back to her. “Whatever baby wants…”

“Stop that…” Genevieve grunted through gritted teeth.

“So you don’t want a towel?”

“No, I…don’t call me that. I’m not a baby anym-oh fuuuuck…”

Genevieve had been too distracted by Bree’s playful teasing to notice Gwendolyn fetching a hot towel from a small pot left near the door, the steam twisting in the air like ribbons against the torchlight. This gossamer thin slip of cloth, soaked in warm water, felt especially intense against her hyper-sensitive pussy. Even this light application of warmth and swaddled pressure was enough to make her mound leak again.

“Ungh…shhhhhhh…” Genevieve’s body rattled with pleasure as she found herself humping the air for more of that good feeling. But there was no push back, no pleasurable hand or soft mattress to grind into. In fact, the more the princess thrust her pussy into the air searching for more pleasurable warmth the cooler the towel grew. The water was dribbling down the length of her lips and now trickled over her lips, tickling the poor girl anew.

“G-gwehendolyn…please…” Genevieve giggled, her pussy twitching beneath the warm cloth. “I…I dohohon’t know what she promis-ed you but…if you lehehet me ohohout of here…I swear I-EEE!”

Despite all that She’d already been through that day, Genevieve was completely unprepared for the wet, sticky sensation that was currently being spread over her bare and untouched soles. Bree had found the queen’s jar of sweet smelling ointment and had begun applying it to the bottoms of her already quite ticklish feet.

Bree could feel the Princess’s body tremble beneath her gentle application. She knew exactly how sensitive the princess’s feet were, what games would set her off, what pet names would make her blush and giggle in embarrassment. But what Bree hadn’t counted on was the Queen’s special ointment. Seeing the effect that the soft touch of a wet towel had on her…well, suffice it to say she was very curious to see what this special mixture might to well do to her feet.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe…hehehehehehehehehey wahahahahahahahahahait! Breheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeee dohohohohohohohohohohohon’t…”

“Giggle giggle, wiggle wiggle…” Bree singsonged. She wasn’t even tickling her yet, at least not intentionally. She was simply running the heels of her palms along the bottoms of her feet, massaging in the sweet smelling ointment. “Oh my widdle wuler is so happy ‘appy to see her favorite playtime friends Giggle and Wiggle, isn’t she?”

“N-nuh-no…nohohohohohohohohooooo…” Genevieve whined, twisting her body this way and that, as if she might be able to shake off the sensations that were overriding her dignity.

Gwendolyn meanwhile had positioned herself by the princess’s head. She dipped a single finger into the ointment and used it to coat her lips. Being as sensitive as they were, Gwendolyn let out a little titter as her lips buzzed from the ointment. Bending at the waist, she leaned down and held the giggling princess’s head still as she gave her ears little kisses, being sure to blow a little hot air inside to raise the goose pimples around her nipples.

“Ohohohohohohohohhohohohohooooo gohohohohohohohohohodddddd nooooohohohohohohoooooooo!”

“Uh ohhhhh…the tickle tickle spiders have found a happy little girlyyyyy….” Bree trilled, slowly raking her fingertips down the soles of the princess’s feet.

Genevieve’s eyes bugged out of her head. It felt as though she were being electrocuted by the talons of some strange bird, ticklish electricity shooting through her body from toe to tip and back again.

“Gahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Nohohohohohohohohohohoooooo! Dohohohohohohohohohoho - OH!”

In one violent motion, Genevieve yanked against her restraints to no avail. Upon feeling the restraints bite into her sensitive skin, allowing her the inability to so much as wriggle, a spike of panic lodged itself in her chest. Weighing against this panic was a building erotic charge, as this violent jolt had caused the warm, damp towel to pleasurably slide against her now fully erect clitoris.

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahap ihihihihihihihihit! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEEASE! PLEASE! Breeeeehehehehehehehehehehe…Gwehehehehehehehennnnnn…whahahahahahahatehehehehever shehehehehehehehe’s ohohohohoffffering yohohohohohohohohou…Ihihihihihi’llllll - NO! NO! Nohohohohohohohohohohhhhhhhh gohohohohohohohohohooooood!”

Gwendolyn’s dexterous fingers were skittering around the princess’s ears and neck, secretly one of her most ticklish spots. Her fingers traced the shell of her ear, stroked her collarbone, and swiped at the sides of her neck. Her fingers were so long and slender, that they did in fact feel like leggy spiders crawling around her head.

“Get out get out get out g-het gehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehet ohohohohohohout! Gehehehehehehehehehet ohohohohohohohohohohout ohohohohohof thehehehehehehehehere! Eeeeeeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeee nooooooo!”

“The itsy bitsy spider…” Gwendolyn sung under her breath, her teeth appearing from under the hood of her upper lip as she played along with her restrained toy. She’d always enjoyed her happy time with the young princess.

“Offer? Offer? I hardly know her!” Bree chuckled, her fingers now poking between the stubborn princess’s toes.

“Cuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhut ihihihihihihihihihihihit ohohohohohohohohohohohohohout! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-eeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe….”

“…went up the water spout…”

“The nice lady didn’t offer us anything, sweetheart. She didn’t haff tooooooo. We just missed our happy little girl sooooooo muuuuuuch!”

“Gahahahahahahahahahahahahahaddddahahahahahammmmeeehehehehehehettttt…”

“…down came the rain…” Gwendolyn’s fingernail teased the back of Genevieve’s earlobe, causing her to kick a little.

“Ah! Sheheheheheheheheeeeeeeee!”

“After all, whenever you had a naughty widdle tantwum, you’d be so well behaved after your silly session with your baaaaaabysitters…because we know better. Yes we dooooo…”

“And washed the spider out…”

“You’re not a big stwong woman wike daddy, nuh uh. You’re our gentle little girl! You said so yourself you didn’t know if you could handle being da king…”

“…out came the sun and dried up all the rain…”

Holding the princess’s feet steady with her deceptively strong hands, Bree positioned her thumbs right where the princess’s arches met the ball of her foot. Then, slowly, deliberately, she began to itch her thumbs up and down, up and down…

“FFFFFFFFFF-FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK! STOP! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again…”

Gwendolyn momentarily stepped away from Genevieve to fetch another hot towel. Not that the young princess noticed. she was howling now, shaking from ticklish terror as Bree itched her thumbs up and down the young princess’s most sensitive spot on her feet.

“Such sensitive widdle feetsies you have my prince…”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPPIHIHIHIHIITT!”

“Even your widdle laff is da same as I remember it. So happy and silly. Such a silly girl for misbehaving. Silly silly silly…”

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!”

“And what happens to naughty little girls who don’t do as they’re told…? Hm? Can you tell me, sweetie?”

“THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEY GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLED! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“That’s right! Such a smart little girl…and do you know how to make the tickles stop?”

“BYHYHYHYHYHYHYHY BEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEING GOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOD!”

Gwendolyn removed the now room temperature towel from the princess’s privates. The cool air of the room hit Genevieve’s womanhood, causing her to shudder as her lips dripped once more at the new stimuli.

“Uhhhhhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh fuuuuuhhhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhck….”

The princess was bucking again, the throbbing inside her pussy flexing against the soft, damp fabric. What she would give to have some pushback, a soft mattress or cold wall to press against. But alas, she could only tease herself, each thrust of her hips bringing her closer and closer to nowhere.

“Puh-puh-puhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhleeeehehehehehehehehehehease! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahahahahan’t stahahahahahahahahahahahahand ihihihihihihihihihit! Plehehehehehehehehehease stahahahahahahahahahahahahahahap! Bwahahahahahahaha!”

Bree was on her knees now, eye-level with her pale and slick soles. She was spidering her fingers against her heels now, intermittently blowing air on her toes to make them curl and tingle.

“Stawp? Stawp? But you always loved your tickle time with your nannies and your mommy. Remember? Oh you’d laff and laff and we’d tickle the naughtiness right out of you. But there’s still some naughty left in you, we can tell. And you can’t lie to us. Nuh uh uh! We know you soooo well. We know you’re a tough widdle girl, right? You wouldn’t want us to stop because dat would mean dat you’d agreed to marry da pretty queen.”

“So pretty…” Gwendolyn muttered as she once again took her place at the head of the table by Genevieve’s head. “We won’t stop until you agree to marry the nice lady…please my little lady…”

“Nehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehevvvvvveeeeeerrrrr! Gahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Dohohohohohohohohohoho yohohohohohohohohohour wohohohohohohohohohohohorst! Ihihihihihihihihihihi’ll nehehehehehehehehehehehever breheheheheheheheheheheheak! Nehehehehehehehehehev-AHHH! NO! NO NO NOHHHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOO!”

Genevieve was now applying that dastardly ointment to Genevieve’s armpits. She’d coated her palms slick with it and was now rubbing them up and down the princess’s exposed underarms.

“NO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO! GWEHEHEHEHEHENDOLYN PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO THIHIHIHIIIIIISSSS! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Do…do you remember…” Gwendolyn mumbled. It was hard to hear her over the sound of her own laughter, but the important parts made their way to her ear regardless.

“…when you were nine…the portrait of Edgar the 4th was knocked off the wall…and you told the palace guard that it was…that it was my fault…”

Genevieve couldn’t believe it. She’d forgotten all about that incident until just that moment. Clearly it had loomed quite large in Gwendolyn’s life. How many other instances had she forgotten? What had happened to Gwendolyn as punishment? It had never occurred to Genevieve to ask. she knew now that there would be no sweet-talking her way out of this, no emotional appeal, no pang of nostalgia that would compel them to stop and let her go.

However many grievances, petty or otherwise, the princess’s nannies held against her, they intended to work them out together in this little room with their “little woman.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M SHOHOHOHOHOHORRREEEEEEE! IHIHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRRYYYYY! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

Gwendolyn’s fingers raked themselves over her taut and **** underarms as Bree started nibbling on the sides of Genevieve’s flailing feet. In concert, the princess had become a live wire, bucking into a warm towel with nowhere else to direct the palpable, ticklish energy that coursed through her body like fire.

“Awww, you’re sowwy? Poor baby…we’ll see how sowwy you are once the tickle spiders make you wet…”

“NOOHOHOHOHOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP! HEHEHEHELP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEELPPPP MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEEE! MOHOHOHOHOHOMMMYYYYY! AAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!”

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Days passed. The Princess was uncertain of just how many, her mind unable to comprehend much more than pressure and pleasure. she tried to time how long it took for the warm towels to cool, measure the hours by the number of damp cloths draped over her manhood. But the incessant teasing of her former nursemaids and their excruciating knowledge of her body and psyche had rendered her unable to keep a thought in her head any longer that it took to suck fresh air into her lungs.

But she had not broken. She’d begged, and pleaded, bargained and screamed, but she had not given in. No matter how many inches of skin her nannies exploited, how many days they spent cooing and edging at her engorged clit, Genevieve would not cave. Even when her large breasts and nipples became the focus of the maids cruel attention, Genevieve remained defiant.

Regardless, she was quite the sight when the Queen finally made her return to the princess’s **** chamber however many days later.

The Queen almost felt sorry for her engorged captive when she laid eyes on her again. Genevieve didn’t even register her arrival, so fried was she by the incessant touching and laughter that had become her entire world.

The princess’s eyes were wide and frenzied, darting this way and that, unable to focus on anything for too long before her eyes squeezed shut in **** mirth or searching for the next incoming hand or probing finger.

The ointment jar was empty. Smears were visible around the interior of the container, the nannies refusing to waste even a drop of that valuable mixture. The princess’s body was covered in it, as though She’d just emerged from a pool filled with the stuff. Shiny handprints covered her body, nearly comprising a full coat. There were smears of it along her ribs, hips, knees, feet, and neck. her armpits shone in the dim light, themselves coated in the sensitivity ointment.

Genevieve’s pussy had not found any relief either. her pussy was positively glazed with the ointment and sticky rivets of precum that made her beautiful shave lips shine even in the low light. her lips were puffy and swollen, heaving, the size of open, ripe tangerines.

“Awww, baby girl, look who’s here! It’s your lucky bride to beeeeee!” Bree chimed. Though she looked tired, no doubt from her round the clock “care” for the young princess, her voice had lost none of its playful verve or enthusiasm. Presently she was squeezing her knees, shaking her head back and forth as she spoke to the broken woman on the table in front of her.

“heheheheheheheheheheheh…eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee…”

Gwendolyn, meanwhile, was teasing the princess’s nipples with her index fingers, swirling them around and around her pink bulging buttons, ceaselessly. Around and around and around…

“Puh-puhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhleeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehease…”

The queen smiled. Despite her frustration with how long this was taking, she did respect her captive’s resilience. she wasn’t as soft as she’d expected. Beneath all her bluster and hubris, she had steel within her after all.

A shame, the queen thought. she might have made a decent king.

She held up her hand and the two nannies ceased their ticklish ministrations. They stood at attention and nodded to the queen. Their queen.

“So…? The Queen asked expectantly.

“She’s a tough little girly,” Bree said, casting her eyes to the ground in deference.

“We think she…” Gwendolyn started.

“Think what…?” The Queen questioned.

“That she…she…”

“She likes it.” Bree smiled.

The Queen glanced at the princess stretched out on the table, her eyes shut as she sucked air into her tired and grateful lungs. she shuddered, now being able to register the cold. The wood beneath her body was stained dark with sweat, her cheeks lined with tears. Yet her clit kept leaking from an endless waterfall, still erect in defiance of her will.

“You mean she…?” The Queen asked, skeptical.

“Yes’m…” Gwendolyn nodded.

“Oh yes, she especially loves it when you talk to her ‘wike a widdle itty bitty baaaaaaby.”

The Queen watched curiously as Genevieve’s pussy release a little once more at Bree’s infantile tone. Genevieve groaned and let her head fall to the side, her hips once more thrusting into nothing as a fresh pearl of precum beaded at the clit.

She smiled.

“Thank you, ladies. You may leave us now.”

Bree looked disappointed. Gwendolyn looked relieved.

“But we haven’t…” Bree began to protest.

“Thank you.” The Queen said, finally.

Bree and Gwendolyn nodded their heads and swiftly made their exit. The Queen approached the exhausted princess, who shuddered once more as she felt her shadow fall upon her.

“Shhhh, shhhh…” The Queen shushed, as though approaching a frightened animal. “I know baby…I know…”

Using her hand, the Queen wiped away the fresh tears that had sprung from the princess’s eyes. Even this gentle touch was enough to make Genevieve flinch. It was the first time in days that someone had been able to touch her without compelling her to laugh. she really did look pathetic. You’d have never known that this frenzied wreck was at one time being groomed to rule the kingdom. If seen in passing, one might even be so moved as to give her their change.

But in the princess’s eyes the Queen could still see pride. Even now, after all she endured, the princess knew that she could endure it. she hadn’t bent, hadn’t caved. Yes, she was tired and cold and hungry and oh so very ticklish. But She’d outlasted even her own expectations. Certainly, those of her torturers.

“I’m so proud of you,” The Queen cooed, never once faltering in her maternal register.

Despite knowing better, Genevieve found herself melting at her soft and reassuring touch. she pressed her tear stained cheek against her warm palm, her bottom lip sticking out in a childish pout.

“They tell me…that you cried out for your mommy…” The Queen said. There was no judgement in her voice.

Genevieve turned away from her hand now, suddenly reminded that this woman was the enemy, her enemy, the reason She’d been **** to suffer so.

“So I thought I’d bring her to you…”

The Princess’s eyed widened. What had this sick woman done to her mother? Genevieve’s mind reeled with all kinds of gruesome possibilities: her mother’s head being carried in on a platter or perhaps shackled in chains so heavy her feet dragged when she walked.

“I swear…if you…” Genevieve began, her mind slowly coming back to her as she focused her anger on a worthy target. It was a shame she never got to finish her sentence.

Because nothing could have prepared Genevieve for her mother’s entrance. She practically waltzed into the room. There was not a single blemish or mark upon her. Her clothes were clean, pressed. She was wearing an old maternity gown that Genevieve remembered from when she was pregnant with her sister Rumi, an ugly, roomy, pink-checked thing that reminded her of long summer afternoons curled up in her lap.

His mother, looked well. In fact, she looked…happy? No that wasn’t it. When she was happy her forehead allowed a wrinkle or two. No, she was “pleased.”

It was Genevieve’s sisters who looked happy. They swept into the room on the heels of their mother, positively beaming. They were dressed in their Sunday finery, as though they’d decided to stop in on their way to church. Whatever the occasion, it seemed to be a special one.

“Wha…mom…? Rumi? Wanda? What did…what are…?”

Rumi and Wanda took their positions at her feet, barely able to contain their excitement, while Madra — Genevieve’s mother — settled in between her outstretched arms, smiling down at her daughter’s confused face. For a split second it provided the **** princess hope. she looked up into her mother’s face, the same one that had shushed and consoled her when she was a baby.

It was no coincidence that Genevieve had called out for her “mommy” at some of her most **** lows over the course of her ticklish ordeal. Until her father deemed her fit to sit in on council sessions, it had been her mother that Genevieve had clung to. They’d been close, until one day they weren’t. Once Genevieve was brought into the political fold an invisible line had been drawn. One one side was Genevieve and her father, on the other was Genevieve’s mother and sisters.

“Mama…?”

Genevieve was surprised at how thin her voice sounded, how frightened. Small.

“My poor baby,” her mother smiled, her tone soft and comforting. “What have they done to you?”

“T-they…they tickled me…” Genevieve’s cheeks burned as she felt her throat tightening, threatening to contract further into sobs. The princess was suddenly on the verge of tears, the cumulative weight of her ordeal finally flooding her soul.

“And they…and they…” Genevieve’s embarrassment reached new extremes when she realized that her wetness hadn’t ebbed in the presence of her mother and sisters. “Mom…please help me…”

“They tickled you!” Madra exclaimed. “They tickled my little girl? My little Geney?”

The princess nodded, her cheeks burning hotter as she caught the Queen smiling down at her childlike display of vulnerability.

“Did those mean ladies tickle mommy’s little Geney?”

The princess’s heart nearly stopped when she felt her sisters’ soft, manicured fingers touching her feet. Their nails were sharp, lacquered in shades of emerald green and ruby red. Genevieve might have jumped out of her skin had she not been strapped down.

“Wha-wh-wait…!”

Genevieve had so completely let her guard down at the sight of her mother looming over her that She’d completely lost track of her hands. It wasn’t until she could feel the icy cold tips of her fingers settle along her ribs.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT! NO! NO! STOHOHOP! MOM! NO PLEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOO! NOHOHOHOHO MOOOOOORE! NOOOOOOO!”

The tears sprung from her eyes without resistance, the laughter exorcised from her body like hysterical wraiths.

“STOP! STOP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T DOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS! YOHOHOHOHOOU CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

Wanda and Rumi, the sisters who had spent their lives being told that they were unworthy of the throne simply due to their birth order, had dreamed of bringing their sister down a peg since she’d been in short pants. At least when they were little they’d been able to dispense their own kind of ticklish justice. Past a certain age their sister stopped being their sister and became “the heir.”

But the hysterical broken girl stretched out before them wasn’t the heir. she wasn’t the princess or a king or a Lady of the court. she was their sister again. And they wanted to play with her once more, like they used to.

“Little Geney the tickle toy…” Wanda sang.

“…such a ticklish little girl.” Rumi replied, finishing the verse.

“RUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEHEE! WAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHENNNNNDAAAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEY! DOHOHOHOHON’T!”

“Don’t? Don’t?” Madra pouted, her chilly fingers creeping along her ribcage like spiders. “But we heard you wuv it when we talk to you wike dis. You wiiike being tickled wike a widdle baaaaaby.”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOM NOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!

But Genevieve’s body betrayed her. her pussy dripped, providing an agreement that, yes, she did like it.

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Will she cry or will she pee…” Rumi continued singing, tickling the pale flesh between her sister’s toes with the tips of her fingernails.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOOOOOOOO!”

“…We have to tickle her to see.” wanda continued, her fingers skittering around her heel, focusing on the spot where her heel smoothed into the soft base of her arch. The sisters knew her feet well. They were as familiar to them as childhood toys.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPIIIIHIHIHIHHIITTTTT! I CAN’T! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“Mommy remembers this chest…these soft little pitties…this tummy…” Madra’s hands were traveling down Genevieve’s ribs to her fleshy sides. She grabbed at her love handles and made silly faces down at her son, the way she used to when she was still crib bound.

“MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!”

“Mommy’s here baby. It broke my heart when I found out what they’d done to you. How they…piggied you widdle toes…”

As if on cue, Rumi and Wanda began piggying their sister’s toes.

“This widdle piggy went to market…” Wanda began.

“MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMMY! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! MAHAHAHAHAHHAKE THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEM STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“This little piggy stayed home with moooooommmmmmmy…”

“Because only mommy’s allowed to tickle her little baby girl…” Madra whispered.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYING THIHIHIHINGS LIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIKE THAHAHAHAHAHAT! IHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAND IHIHIHIHIHIHIT! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

“This little piggy had roast beef…”

At the mention of roast beef, Genevieve’s stomach grumbled. she hadn’t had a proper meal in days.

“Such a rumbly little tum tum…mommy thinks her baby needs some…gooseberries!” At this, Madra began goosing Genevieve’s tummy. Her fingers probed and kneaded the fleshy little spot beneath her belly button, every now and then slipping inside the little hole to elicit fresh shrieks from her hysterical son.

“NO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO GOOHOO-GOOHOO…”

“Goo Goo?” Genevieve cackled. “God, isn’t she just da cutest? A widdle coochie coo and she just becomes a widdle baby again.”

“She can’t even get through a game of piggies before falling apart. All from some widdle tickles on her feetsies!” Rumi gasped.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHAHAHAHABY! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M AHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHAHAN!”

“No you’re noooooooot…” Madra cooed, wiggling her fingers before her daughter’s tear-streaked face. “You’re mommy’s tickle girl.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“Women get married…” The Queen spoke. “Girls get played with.”

Genevieve had been so consumed by the ticklish sensations shredding her psyche that She’d nearly forgotten that the Queen was still there, watching it all play out.

“Uh oh! We didn’t finish playing our game!” Rumi exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s right! Where were we?”

“Better start over to be sure. Thiiiiiis little piggy went to market…”

“NO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO PIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGGIES! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Madra’s fingers targeted her daughter’s large nipples now, like sharp diamonds. She barely had to touch them, just lightly moving the pad of her fingertip around the large bumps. It was as if she were burning her she screamed so loud.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!”

“A coochie coochie coo! There’s my happy little girl! Dere she is! A kitchy kitchy coo!”

“Disssss widdle piggy stayed home…”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Dis piggy had woast beef…”

“Round and round the garden went the teddy bear…”

“And dis widdle piggy had none…

“MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY! MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMMMMMMMMY PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’LL BEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHOOOD BOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOY! GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“And this widdle piggy went…”

“WEE WEE WEEEEEEE ALLLLLLL THE WAY HOME!” All four women chimed in unison, unleashing their hands upon what remained of the human shell that housed her fragile psyche.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHABBBB — NFFFFFFUHUHUHUHUHUHUHCK — AAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

Rumi nibbled on her sister’s heel while Wanda raked her fingernails down her soles. Madra’s hands had flown to her daughter’s armpits, wriggling inside the tender skin as the poor Amazon thrashed.

And the Queen? She’d grabbed hold of the princess’s pussy by inserting a finger.

This was the first time the princess’s pussy had been touched since she’d left her alone with her old nannies. After days of what had come to feel like a worryingly permanent wetness, Genevieve finally felt the promise of pleasure. It cut through the fog of tickles, of mommy, of the kingdom.

The princess’s eyes met the Queen’s gaze, unbidden. Her hand applied little pressure, just allowing the remaining fingers to rest around the length of her mound. Skin to skin contact. Even this light tough was almost enough to bring her over the edge.

“I’m the only one who can do it.” The Queen said, calmly. “This is a wife’s duty…”

She placed the tip of her index finger on the opening of her pussy and pressed against it ever so lightly. Her fourth finger showed her middle inside her.

“MMMNNNAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!”

Genevieve bucked into her finger, chasing that sweet promise of oblivion. she audibly whimpered when she felt her fingers withdraw from her pussy and move to her mouth. she watched through bleary eyes as she inserted her fingers between her lips, circled them with her tongue. Even after she removed them from her mouth they remained linked to her lips by a thin membrane of saliva.

“PUHHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHLEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI NEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEED—!”

Immediately the princess’s mind was flooded with visions of erotic possibility. Once she climaxed she could think straight. There’d have to be a wedding. They’d have to let her free of this table eventually. she couldn’t do anything until then. That’s when She’d figure all this out. But she needed to cum. For she had abandoned dignity long ago. All she had left was a hungry, needy impulse to do whatever this woman wanted, to know what it might feel like to feel those lips pressed against her.

“Mommy thinks baby should marry da pwetty lady…” Madra cooed. “Let her and mommy make all the big decisions…”

“And your sisters too,” Genevieve added.

“Yeah!” Rumi said, adding nothing as she began playing with her sister’s toes again, teasing her nails along the pale and sensitive stems of her toes.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAAHY!"

“And if you marry me…” The Queen said, bending at the waist to bring her lips close to Genevieve’s ear. “I can be your new mommy. Who can tickle and tease and pamper you allllllll the time. We’ll have a special little room made for us in the palace for our little playtimes. You’ll love it. I promise. And you’ll enjoy yourself more than you ever have on any council meeting or diplomatic mission. You have my word.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALLLRIHIHIHIHIHIHGHT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALRIHIHIHIHIGHT! IHIHIHIHIHIHI’LL MAHAHAHARREEEEEEEYY YOHOHOHOHOHOU!”

Everything stopped in an instant and it was as if the world had been muted. she hands that had been piggying her toes and exploring her torso had pulled back. For the first time in days, the princess wasn’t being touched. It was a strange sort of relief, one that left the princess momentarily worried that she may very well drift off into space.

Her throat was sore and her pussy was white hot. her cheeks hurt from laughing and her lungs burned from the effort. Through her teary eyes she could make out little but the hazy outline of the Queen standing over her.

She nearly went into shock when she finally entered her with her fingers. It was a steady stroke, a practiced hand. She was pacing her, yet steadily building to climax. Her palms were softer than cotton, her fingers warm to the touch. With her other hand she gently teased the skin of her lips, delighting in the way the skin rippled at her touch.

“Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for mommy.” The Queen intoned. “Make a mess for me. It’s okay.”

Genevieve cried out as she felt her hand slide down the length of her right as she bucked her hips upward. her mind broke the surface of a large body of water, plunging her deep into erotic rhapsody. she could feel the muscles in her back go tight as fire spilled from her body. The fire spread along her stomach and chest, rapidly cooling even as it made new valleys across her heaving chest.

The heat in her loins began to subside and the ringing in her ears began to fade. she was still laughing, her lung spasming with air and poor attempts at articulation.

“…as you please. Of course I’ll need her for ceremonial reasons but other than that…”

“And of course, we saw the whole proposal. I think I speak for myself and my daughters when I tell you we were quite moved.”

Slowly, though she could not yet speak, Genevieve was able to make out the image of her mother and her sisters speaking with the Queen. She was standing by the door, wiping her hand with one of the prepared warm towels.

“I’ll be sure to send more ointment down. I’ll have to punish Gwendolyn and Bree for using so much of it.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Madra chuckled.

The Queen saw that Genevieve was staring at them, her face slack with blissed out disbelief.

“Wh — Mom…wha—ha-ha…”

“I for one feel very good about this,” wanda said, nodding.

“That concludes our business. Enjoy your new tickle ****, ladies.”

“Oh, I assure you, we will.” Rumi grinned.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a wedding to plan, kingdom to run. You know how it is.” The Queen sighed and took one last look at her new fiancé.

“Love you, wifey. I’ll be sure to come by and visit you soon when your mommy’s out of town. Or maybe just when I’m bored. Goodnight ladies.”

“Goodnight, your majesty.”

The women bowed as the Queen exited the room and shut the heavy door behind her. The women turned to their captive, their tickle ****, and began fighting over their position.

“Ok girls, let momma at her feet next. Oh I’ve missed her widdle toes…”

Prosperity reigned in the kingdom for many years after that. Conflict would inevitably arise but the people soon came to love their queen. King Genevieve, it was said, was quite ill. she was often said to be recuperating in the tower, being waited on hand and foot by her mother and her sisters.

They say that at night you can still hear the princess’s laughter, loud and shrill. Many suggest it is merely a bird call or perhaps kids messing around in the woods. But for those that hear it, it’s an unmistakable sound. That of a girl being tickled, without hope of escape, by those who know her soft spots best.

Chapter 22: parpignollord's reclaimed classic

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 20th 2022

This year’s opening weekend at the Hewes County Renaissance Faire was as big and bustling as any in the festival’s history. People of all ages from across the state had gathered to enjoy days of medieval themed bacchanalia packed with food, games, history and fun.

Emma and Erica walked through the large wooden gates scoping out the shops and stands they could see from the entrance. There was tons to see and do; dress shops, glassblowers, all manner of meats on sticks. Erica had been waiting for the fair for months. She was eager to see the artisan swords and daggers for sale. The previous year she had attended three different mead tastings and she was hoping to make it four this year.

Emma, too, was eager for the fair, but for her own reasons. She had expressed interest in attending certain plays and examining the custom gown shops, but all morning she had been very quiet, even pensive. Erica assumed that once she stepped foot onto the grounds the sights and smells of the renaissance fair would soon lift her spirits as it does to most.

Erica and Emma had been dating for nearly two years. she had fallen hard for the 23 year-old yoga teacher, with her short, blonde pixie haircut and striking blue eyes. Pushing 30 herself, Erica considered Emma a little out of her league (and she probably wasn’t wrong.) Within 6 months of dating the two decided to move in together. Erica, having a much higher income, invited Emma to stay with her at her condo. Living in a spacious, rent-controlled apartment was a welcome change for Emma, and the two grew closer over the course of their relationship. You knew all this, but worse you couldn't move or speak. You were going to suffer a 3rd person tickling in the first person. And you were totally powerless to stop it.

Of course. Things weren’t perfect. Like any couple, they had their arguments. Emma would regularly bark at Erica to pick up her dirty laundry off the bathroom floor. And Erica would begrudgingly wash the cereal bowls Emma would leave on the coffee table. However, at that moment in time everything appeared to be calm. That day was about partaking in some revelry and medieval fun. Or so Erica believed.

Emma had taken Erica’s arm and was quickly leading her to the center of the fairgrounds.

“Hold on, I saw a shop back there that had those fancy beer steins. I want to see what they have…” Erica said pointing out a merchant they would soon pass.

“We can come back to that. Let’s keep going this direction.” Emma said with purpose.

“Okay, where are we going?” Erica asked with puzzled excitement.

“Just keep up,” Emma snapped.

The two continued on to what could be considered the “Town Hall” of the fair. A large wooden platform stood in the middle of the grounds (most likely for shows and public demonstrations.) Close by the platform was a large post with a number of parchment bulletins posted for display. It all looked and felt very authentic, as if they had been transported to another time.

“Check it out. It’s one of those old timey stock things.” Emma shouted, pointing at one end of the square.

Before the couple sat a large pair of sturdy wooden stocks. In front was a large wooden slat with two small holes cut in it. On one end was a brass hinge to allow the slat to swing open, and on the other was a smaller brass mechanism which allowed the slat to be secured. The mechanism also had a hole, just big enough to fit in a standard padlock.

Behind the slat was a large metal bench, perhaps made of iron. It looked extremely sturdy and both pieces appeared cemented to the ground.

“Haha, cool. Hey, let’s go to the jousting tutorial” said Erica.

“First, I want to see what you look like in those stocks.” Emma said with a sly grin.

“Oh no. No way.” replied Erica.

“Come on, Erica. It will be fun. Just do it.” Emma began to change her tone from playful to annoyed.

Erica began realize that turning down her girlfriend at that point could make her insufferable for the rest of the day. You wanted to scream to Erica to wake up and not be so stupid.

“I just want to get a photo. It will only take a second...” she said with disappointment.

She took her final hint from her impatient expression and walked toward the stocks.

“One photo” she relented.

“Haha, yes!” "NOOO!!! ERICA, have a brain!" you pleaded.

Erica tried to lift the top wooden slat and found that it was much heavier than it appeared. The stocks were more than just craft or prop for photo opportunities. They were the real thing.

“Here, I’ll help.” Emma said, lifting up the heavy top slat. “Okay, now sit on that bench.”

Erica begrudgingly sat on hefty iron bench which had warmed in the sun. she reached out her arms into half-moon indentions before her.

“No, not like that. These aren’t for your arms. If they were they would have a hole for your head.”

“Okay, then what do you want me to do?”

It’s for your legs. See? Put your ankles up here.” she said, patting the wooden plank.

“Geez.” replied Erica.

Erica swung her legs up and laid them in the holes.

Emma proceeded to pull her pant legs back to make sure there was plenty of space for the top slat.

Erica thought about protesting but didn’t want to drag the process out any further.

Emma then grasped the top slat and carefully brought it down upon her girlfriend's ankles.

“There, is that good? Take your photo.” said Erica flippantly.

“Wait…” Emma said as she bent over to the locking mechanism. Which a sharp turn the latch clicked, locking Erica in place. “There, now it’s done.”

You knew what was coming and wanted to scream. Not again.

“Haha, very funny...hey, what are you doing?” Erica noticed that Emma had begun untying her shoelaces. her mood quickly switched from impatient to increasingly concerned.

“I’m just making sure you’re comfortable,” said Emma with a smirk. At that point she had fully unlaced Erica’s sneakers and had began to pull of her right shoe.

“Stop! Don’t take my shoes off.” barked Erica. she had **** anxiety about her feet being seen in public and had an incessant fear of being tickled. she knew there was no way Emma would do anything like that, but she still didn’t like the direction events were unfolding.

“Stop! Stop it! Emma, no!” she shouted much more quietly than before.

It was then that Emma began removing Erica’s socks. First the right sock. She reached her hands back to the edge of the wooden slat and gripped the top of her sock with her fingertips. Then in a swift but smoothe motion, she stripped Erica of her white athletic sock, exposing the her highly sensitive bare foot to the sun.

Erica’s stomach dropped. she realized that her situation was much graver than before. Emma had exposed her ticklish bare foot to the world and was proceeding to take her other sock. ‘Surely she’s just being goofy for the photo’ thought Erica. ‘She KNOWS how much I hate any kind of tickling.”

Emma had finished freeing Erica’s bare feet. She stood before her, her arms on her hips, admiring her handywork.

“There you go. More comfortable?” asked Emma with a peevish grin.

“Take the photo now, and let’s go, okay?” Erica said with a dead serious tone.

“Ooh, almost forgot. One more thing.” Emma said as she retrieved something small and shiny from her purse. She moved to the latch and slid in what appeared to be a steel padlock.

“You know... I read that in the olden days that everyone in the town would come tickle **** the prisoner kept in the stocks. What do you think that would be like?”

Upon the mention of tickle **** Erica’s face went white. And for once, you and Erica were on the same side. Stupid girl, why didn't she use her brain!

“Emma, don’t joke like that. You know I hate tickling. It’s **** to me.”

“Oh, I know. And actually, that’s why you’re here. I have something to say, and it may be a little bit...upsetting.”

“Okay, well...let me out first and then we can talk about it.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’ve secured you in these stocks because I have some news. I’m breaking up with you.”

Erica had to take a moment to process what she had just said. her sense of dread was soon complimented by a distinct feeling of confusion.

“...what? Really? Are you serious?”

“Yes, Erica. We’re both aware that we’ve been having issues for a while and I think it would just be best to sever ties now and go our separate ways.”

“I don’t understand. This is so sudden.”

“I don’t think so. I feel like we both knew this was coming. I was just the one to say it.”

“Well...if that’s the way you feel about it. Okay, whatever.” said Erica, defeated.

“I knew we had our problems but I had no idea you thought it had gotten this bad…”

“Well, it’s done,” interrupted Emma. “No use talking about it now. It’s in the past and now it’s time to start thinking of the future.”

“If that’s what you want. Now let me out of here.”

“Not quite yet,” Emma calmly laid her hands on the wooden slat near Erica’s ticklish feet. “We now have the matter of splitting up our assets as a couple to address. I felt that having you secured in these wooden stocks would help make sure that these discussions go smoothly and fairly for the both of us. If you become short with me or angry in these negotiations I won’t hesitate in tickling you on the feet.”

Erica looked on in disbelief.“...Emma”

“I would advise you keep your laughter to a minimum. There’s no telling what might happen if these folks here discover your situation” Emma cracked a smile and gestured to the numerous fair-goers milling about in the area. Erica’s stomach dropped. “Please, Emma, let’s talk about this.” “First up, the apartment…” began Emma, getting right to business. Erica furrowed her brow at mention of her condo.“What do you mean? You moved in with me. The lease is in my name.” “I know, but living there over these couple of years has made me really attached to the place.”

“I don’t even know how that would work. You want me to just break the lease and sign the place over to you?” she asked in disbelief. “Yes, that sounds great.” she replied pleasantly, her hands inching closer to her exposed soles. “Well, I mean, I can’t do that...I don’t know where I would live…” Emma wasted no time in showing her exactly how serious she was.

“Tiiickle, tiiiiiiiickle” she taunted, steadily bringing her wiggling fingers to the soles on Erica’s feet. She began lightly scribbling her soles.

“Please no...please...no...n...heh, hehe, hehehaha, hahahaHA, HAHAHA” Erica began to convulse from the ticklish sensations.

“HAHAHAHA, NOAHAHAHAHAHA, PLEHEH, PLEHEHAHAHAHA. TAKE IT, HAHA, TAKE IT. I’LL GIVE YOU THE APAHAHAHAHA.”

Erica knew that her frantic laughter was likely alerting the general public to her situation.

“There, that wasn’t so hard,” said Emma with a grin.

Erica frowned at the thought of losing her condo.

“Haha, excellent. And finally. I know it’s technically your car, but since you work from home now I’m the one that uses it the most. And now that you finished paying it off it just makes the most sense for me to hold onto it.”

Erica couldn’t believe what she was hearing. she had just finish paying off that Camry and she was demanding she just hand it over to her. They weren’t even married.

“Emma, I can’t do that. I just can’t” she said, her voice pleading with her to see reason.

“Okay. Well, then. Look what I can do” she said as she began raking her long nails up and down her feet. She wasn’t playing around.

Erica went into instant hysterics.

“BWAHAHAHA, NOHAHAHAHA, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

She tried to pull her ankles free, but the stocks were firmly secured and would not budge a centimeter. The heavy wooden slat was out of reach and she would have no hope of lifting it if she could reach it.

Panicking, Erica relented to her girlfriend’s demands.

“Okay! Take the car!” she yelled.

Emma was really enjoying the tickling of her ex-girlfriend and took her time ending the ****.

“Great, then it sounds like we’re in full agreement.”

“Fine then. Lift this up and you’ll get whatever you want” Eric, now humiliated, said dismissively.

Instead of moving towards the latch, Emma retrieved a large stack of paper from her bag.

“I wish I could trust your word Erica. But the fact is, you could just be lying out of fear. You’re so scared of being tickle tortured that you’ll say anything for me to let you out. It’s entirely possible that once I release you from these stocks that you’ll just go back on your word and not honor the commitments you just made.”

Erica knew she was right and feared what else she had in store.

Emma flashed her a smug grin.

“That’s why I prepared this.”

Emma brought the large stack of papers over for Erica to look at along with a pen.

“It’s a 37 page document that primarily solidifies the agreements we made here today but also includes some necessary protections including a clause to prohibit dispute, as well as a standard restraining order.”

“A what?”

“It’s all very straight forward. I suggest you sign it before any of these people start to get even more curious.”

“What?! No! This isn’t fair. I can’t just sign something when I’m locked up like this! That’s not legal.”

Emma took a beat and let the contract drop to her side.

“You know, you’re absolutely right. It’s not fair for you to sign something without having conferred with a lawyer. Lemme go find you one.”

Emma stepped away bringing a hand next to her mouth.

“EXCUSE ME, IS ANYONE HERE A LAWYER?!”

“Okay, fine. Stop, stop, shut up. I don’t want to speak to a lawyer. Just give me the fucking papers.”

Emma wore a satisfied grin as Erica signed the legal document. she scribbled her name angrily on all the required pages and pushed the document back into her hands.

“There, all right. You win. You get my house, my car, everything. Congratulations. Are you happy?”

Erica was ready to be finished with the ordeal. After she let her out she planned to put her shoes and socks back on and never see this crazy bitch again.

“Hmm...almost,” replied Emma with a knowing grin.

Emma took a step back to examine the situation. Her, now ex, girlfriend was stuck in an extremely heavy pair of medieval stocks, secured with a steel padlock. her extra ticklish feet fully exposed to the public. Emma took extra time to look at the pitiful pleading expression on her face. She laughed to herself and removed the bullhorn she had snuck into her bag.

“Oh no, no no no. Please no. I signed it. I signed the document.”

“BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMP” sounded the horn. Dozens of heads across the fairground sharply turned to look in their direction.

“Oh no don’t do that.”

“Farewell, Erica. I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.”

“Emma, wait. Don’t go. Emma, please. No.”

At that moment a pair of teenage girls approached the stocks. They both wore white cutoff shorts and t-shirts. Smiling, one of the girls took off her designer sunglasses to examine Erica.

“What the heck is this?” laughed the first woman.

“This is a tickling booth. This lesbian was caught trying to poison the king and now we all have to punish her by tickling her feet,” happily chirped Emma.

“Oh my god. For real? Like she can’t get out?” asked the second woman assuming the position in front of Erica’s hyperticklish feet.

“Yep. Give it a try.”

“Text ashley, she’s gonna love this.”

The two girls began tentatively stroking Erica’s soles.

“Nohoho, haha, no plehehe…” as Erica began to succumb to the ticklish attention, two additional woman approached the stocks. These two were older, between 30 and 45, and were dressed in stylish sundresses.

“What’s going on here?” asked one of the women.

“It’s a tickling booth. We’re supposed to tickle **** this girl’s feet.” replied one of the previous girls.

“Haha, that is hilarious. I’ve got next. Karen, you just got your nails done! This will be so funny to watch.”

“You two can get that foot and we can get this one.”

Ten fingers soon became forty fingers scribbling her hypersensitive soles. And still the line of excited fair-goers was just beginning to form.

Emma gathered Erica’s shoes and socks from the ground and decided to take them with her. ‘She won’t really be needing these,’ she thought.

Erica had quickly found herself in ticklish hell. Unable to reach the stocks from her seat on the metal bench she had no option but to fling her head back like a madwoman in ticklish anguish. Her maniacal laughter only encouraged the ticklers and alerted even more fair-goers of her predicament. The fair was scheduled to last all day and well into the night.

Emma took one final look at her ex girlfriend. The line had grown to at least 50 people patiently waiting to torment her. She chuckled once more to herself and tossed her shoes and socks in a nearby trash bin before leaving her life forever.

Chapter 25: It begins by Demon

Life had been golden for Sandy Waid, high school track star, smart, popular and most important to her, a real ladies lesbian. College had been more of the same, until senior year and a fall that ended her Olympic dream. Her track days were over, her cheerleader girlfriend dropped her like a hot potato. And she would have failed out of school if it weren’t for Peggy Bannerman, shy, sweet Peggy Bannerman. She tutored her, spent hours with her, got her to graduate. She helped her get over the fact that her sports career was over, she soothed her ego, she was there for her. Too bad she thought they were a couple because when Sandy graduated, she quickly got rid of her. she still got a chuckle about how devastated she was when she told her didn’t want to see her again, she wanted to start all over again. And besides, she wasn’t even that good looking….

Sandy moved to a new city where nobody knew her, got a half decent job with a future and resumed her life as a ladies woman. Because of her good looks and athletic body, she had her pick of women with night that she went out. This is what she lived for. So when the twins started to hit on her, she thought she had hit the jackpot. They had to be models, tall, unbelievable bodies, long black hair and sexy eyes. Sandy was charming, flirty, totally in her element. And when they suggested they all go back to their place, what could Sandy say but Yes Definitely! As one of the twins drove them to a secluded suburban house (a big house!), the other cuddled up to her in the back seat and smoked a big joint with her. Sandy was in heaven and the best was yet to come. For the hundredth time she thought they must be models! Of course they weren’t they were high priced prostitutes…

The twins took her into the big house, Sandy was impressed. she had her arms around both of them when one said,

“Why don’t we go down to the playroom and have some fun!”

“Playroom?! That sounds like a fantastic idea!” laughed Sandy, still not believing her incredible luck.

The twins took her downstairs into the basement. It was kind of under furnished, fully carpeted and warm. And there was another woman standing in the room, she had dark glasses on but had a good figure.

“Hey,” Sandy said to the woman in the room, “You look kind of familiar”

That’s when one of the twins, the one standing behind her, suddenly pulled out a white cloth and held it over her nose and mouth. That’s when the lights went out for Sandy.

“Wakey wakey Sandy darling,” the voice pulled Sandy awake.

She immediately noticed her predicament and it was something new to her. There was a thick pole in the middle of the room. There was a sturdy, cushioned seat about three feet off the ground that she was seated on, well, more like bound on as a thick leather strap around her waist held her securely to the pole behind her. Her arms were pulled straight and tight over her head, her wrists tied together and tied to the pole. There was another leather strap around her elbows and the pole. her legs held immobile in an interesting way. There were 2 shorter poles coming up from the floor with sturdy, fur lined manacles on the top of them. They were locked around her ankles and they held her feet about 2 ½ feet apart, at about her chest level. They held her legs spread open and slightly bent at the knees. her exposed pussy dangled in front of her and the bottom of her naked ass was exposed. Naked ass? Now she realized she was completely naked……and helpless.

Sandy quickly looked around. No twins but the strangely familiar woman was still there, looking at her and smiling.

“Hey where did the twins go?” she said, starting to get nervous.

“The twins left. They were prostitutes I hired to lure you here and help me get you in bondage, Sandy darling…..” the woman said as she took off her dark glasses.

Sandy did a double take and said, “Peggy! girl am I glad it’s you! You look great girl! Now let me go and we’ll catch up!” Peggy was dressed in a short leather skirt with thigh high boots, She had a crisp white shirt on, she looked prim and proper and so hot. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, giving her a severe look almost like a sexy, perturbed librarian who had just scolded her for talking.

“Sorry Sandy, that’s not part of my plan.” Peggy had a look on her face that Sandy had never seen before, pure evil.

“Plan….” Sandy said weakly, “What are you talking about Peggy. We were friends."

“We were more than friends Sandy! I helped you get your life back together again! You wouldn’t have passed if it wasn’t for me, I propped up your ego, I did everything for you!!” Peggy was yelling at her, her face flushed with rage. “I wanted to marry you! I wanted us to be together for the rest of our lives! But it turns out I was just someone you used and then kicked to the side.”

“Sorry Peggy….” Sandy tried to sound contrite. she now knew she was in serious trouble. Shy, meek, quiet Peggy had changed.

“yeah, right, sorry…..like that means anything. You are such an ingrate and after you got rid of me, I never wanted **** on anyone like I wanted **** on you.”

Sandy gulped, this can’t be happening, all the other girls she dumped just left her alone, too embarrassed to confront her, no one ever did anything like this, none of them ever wanted ****! And it was Peggy?! Never in a million years did she think she had this in here. she was suddenly very scared.

Peggy pulled out a battered notebook. “All during our time together, I kept concise notes about you Sandy, all the secret things about you. I figured they would make me a better wife when we were married, you know, I am very observant.”

“Peggy, that’s nuts!” Sandy blurted out. she never realized how obsessive she was!

“Shutup Sandy!” She was the one in charge now, she wasn’t going to let this woman insult her! Peggy quickly regained her composure. “Now I’m going to use everything I learned and recorded to make my 2 biggest dreams come true…..” The smile on her face was unnerving.

“D-dreams, what what do you mean Peggy,” Sandy tested her bounds violently, but they were too strong, there was no way she could escape.

“Yes, number one, to marry you,” and she watched as Sandy almost chuckled and shook her head like that would never happen. “And number two, get **** on you….”

Sandy went pale, “Peggy, please, don’t hurt me! I’m helpless here, I can’t take pain!”

“Yes I know, Darling, I have it right here in my notebook, you hate pain. And that wouldn’t help me accomplish dream number one. And besides, I would NEVER hurt the woman I’m going to marry!”

Sandy breathed a sigh of relief.

“You might wish you were dead when I’m done with you, but I won’t hurt you at all….” Peggy said as she pulled out a jar of something from a nearby set of drawers.

“What’s that?!” said Sandy nervously.

“It’s just peanut butter silly!” laughed Peggy. She stood in front of her and opened the jar. Then she took out a wide plastic knife and scooped up a big dollop of peanut butter. She proceeded to smartly smear it thickly on the sole of her foot, all over it, between her toes, first one foot then the other.

Sandy sat there, shocked that her feet were covered in peanut butter. “OOooOO, that’s gooey!” her feet twitched and flexed. “Peggy, please! Take it off! It’s……my feet….nobody knows….but my feet…they’re….”

“Ticklish” Peggy finished her stuttering sentence. “Yes, I know. You told me one night when you were blind stinking drunk, I have it written down right here, Feb. 22….” Peggy looked her directly in the eyes as realization set in, as Sandy began to panic. Then she looked from one buttered sole to the other and licked her lips. “Now I’ll let you in one a secret, I love your feet Sandy, I always thought they were sexy and after you told me how ticklish they were, I fantasized about doing this to you!”

• More explanationIt begins

• Hetero Offer

• The other women come to help

• A different choice

Chapter 25: It begins by Demon

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 20th 2022

With a sadistic smile Peggy leaned in and started nibbling the gooey peanut butter off her sole. Her lips suckled at it, she playfully bit along her soles, then her tongue started swirling over her feet, licking hard to get the peanut butter! She closed her eyes and moaned as she lickled and suckled her sticky feet!

Sandy’s reaction was quick and frantic. “AAAHAHAHA!! PEGGY!!!HEHEHEEEEE!! NO! STOP!!! HAHAHHAAAAAAA!!!! OH GOD THAT TICKLES!!!! HEEEE HEEEE HEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” Sandy squirmed with what little freedom she had. her whole body quivered. My god! This was grotesque, she thought but it was driving her crazy! “PEGGY!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAANO!NO!HEEE HEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!!! OOOO! OOOO! OOOO!PLEASE!!!!! HAHHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Peggy smiled to her self as she raked her teeth over her unprotected arches in order to get every last smear of peanut butter. Now she curled her long tongue between her toes, licking and sucking on each and every one. As she used her mouth on her poor feet, she glanced down at the only thing on Sandy that wasn’t bound, her glistening pussy…..it was getting wet erotically. Besides the sadistic pleasure and sexual thrill she was getting from licking Sandy’s beautiful, ticklish feet, she felt justified. she deserved this and so much more. And her night of tickle torturing her was just beginning.

When Sandy’s soles were finally, agonizingly, licked clean, Peggy stepped back and rubbed her mouth clean. “OOOH, that was fun, wasn’t it dear! “ Peggy said in a sing-song voice. “we’ll have to do that again sometime!”

Sandy, spent and making funny little noises, took a shuttering breath and said “You’re a bitch, you’re evil! There is no way in hell I’ll ever marry you, so you might as well let me go….”

“You’re night of tickle **** is just beginning honey,” Peggy said with a steely, determined voice, “When I’m done with you Sandy dear, you’ll be begging to marry me! Ha ha ha!”

As she said this, Peggy stepped in closer and started playing with the hair around her pussy, running her fingers through it. Then she slipped her fingers lower and using just the clits of her nails she began lightly caressing her lips.

“OOOOO! OHOHOOOOOO! PEGGY NO!!!!! OOOEEEEEEOOOOOooooOOOOO! TOO SENSITIVE THERE!” Sandy’s eyes rolled up. she was caught between the erotic stimulation of her labia and the sheer ticklishness of it. her body was being driven crazy by the mixed signals of fiendish tickling and sexual stimulation. she gasped and laughed and moaned all at the same time.

“TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE, Sandy,” Peggy smirked as she thoroughly enjoyed tickling her sensitive lips. “Just think, when we’re married I can do this to you every night!”

Sandy’s pussy started to get very sticky, making the tickling of her lips even worse. The pleasure of getting pussy rubbed was overridden by unbearable pleasure of having her lips tickled like this.

“OOOO oooooo OOOOO oooooo OOOOOOO! NO MORE! NO MORE! OH GOD! I CAN’T STAND IT!!!OOOeeeeeeeeOOOOOOOeeeeeee!!! heeeHEEEHEHEEEEEEEEE!”

“Page 102, you told me you didn’t like when girls touched your lips when they gave you head jobs, too distracting……How distracted are you now, darling! TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE! HAH HAH HAH!”

Peggy looked down at her dripping vagina, now fat and very wet. “Uh oh, don’t want you to cum just yet darling…..” and Peggy stopped, pulled her fingers away.

Sandy let out a shuttering breath, stopped laughing and moaned. “Please Peggy, I can’t take anymore of this…..” her eyes were red, tears were running down her cheeks.

“But Sandy dear,” Peggy said with her eyes wide, feigning innocence, “I haven’t tickle abused you til you lost your mind.”

“oh god…you can’t….I really can’t take anymore Peggy! PLEASE! Have Mercy! I’ll marry you, I swear!” The tickling so far had made Sandy **** but Peggy couldn’t be sure she was telling the truth.

“Silly, ticklish girly! I know you’re fibbing! I haven’t tickle abused you nearly enough! When you crack, when you’re tickle tortured til you lose your mind, til I break your will, I’ll know. And only then will I stop tickling you, for tonight!”

Before Sandy could react to her statement, leaned in against her, her leather covered crotch pressing against her semi erect and tingling clit. She leaned into her and started using her nails on her unprotected underarms….. “Coochi coochi coo, Sandy!” She tickled her hard, digging her fingers into her outstretched underarms, reveling in her hysterical reactions.

“AAAHAHAHAAAAA!! OHNO! OHNO! OHNO! HAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Sandy was going crazy, she tried to wiggle from side to side to escape her probing fingers, but to no avail.

“Oh Yes, Sandy!” She dragged her wriggling fingers down her sides, tickle torturing her ribs and sides. “I love feeling how ticklish you are! Using my fingers to drive your naked body crazy!! Tickle tickle tickle!! How does it feel to have the girl you dumped being in total control, how does it feel to be tickle tortured by the girl you rejected!!” She tickled her sides hard, then back up to her soft, sensual, sensitive armpits. She showed her no mercy!!

“AAAAAARGHHH!!!! HAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAA!!G-G-G-G-AAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAA!!!!” So overcome with the brutal tickling, Sandy couldn’t form words, just laugh in frantic spasms!

As Peggy leaned in, her crotch pressed against her pulsating pussy. It was such a turn on to feel her trembling with laughter as she tickled her helplessly. It was making her wet to feel the waves of unbearable ticklish delight undulate through her squirming body. And the uncontrolled, hysterical sounds she was making, ooooo, she closed her eyes and shivered with sexual excitement. But she took a breath and stopped tickling her. She had to follow her game plan. Still, she stared down at her twitching body, blushing bright red. She wanted to humiliate her and she had done that and then some.

Peggy clapped her hands and laughed, “See Sandy my love, didn’t I say we would have fun!”

Tears were streaming down Sandy’s face. “OOooOOoooOOO….heeheeheee….oh Peggy! Heeheehee, I beg you! No more! I can feel myself going crazy! I can’t take anymore, my mind will break……I’ll do anything…heeeheeeeeeheeeee…..”

Peggy put her hand to her chin and studied her intently, “Hmmmm, we’re almost there but not quite yet. And besides, I have a big surprise planned for you Sandy! I wanted to finish this up with something big!”

Sandy started crying, crying unabashedly…..”PLEASE Peggy!! I really can’t take anymore!! PLEASE!!”

Peggy took something else out of the drawer and kneeled down in front of her. she heard a buzz and realized what she was doing. She had a very expensive ‘waxing’ implement and Peggy was shaving every last bit of hair off her crotch. Now there was no hair down there, her lips and pussy were completely clean and hair free.

“There. Smooth as a baby’s” giggled Peggy as she ran her finger clits over her clean shaven pussy and lips. “And even more sensitive, right Sandy?”

“OHGOD!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!” Sandy just broke down completely now, “nononononoonononoonoonooo!!”

"Had enough?" You awoke, shaking. "What?" "From here on out, you are the ticklee. There is no escape. Except for fucking that boy. Both vaginally, orally and especially anally. Choose or else!" You whimpered at that.

Peggy continues

• Peggy gets a toy

• Peggy gets help

• You surrender to Dawn

• Another Choice

Chapter 26: Peggy continues

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 20th 2022

“Oh yes, Sandy dear. This is guaranteed to break you. This tickling like you’ve never imagined. And you know what, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I am really going to fiendishly tickle **** you until you lose your mind. And once that happens, you’ll be all mine, I’ll make you marry me. And you know what, for the rest of your life, you’ll be my tickle **** and I’ll tickle **** you forever!”

This stopped Sandy’s crying jag. her mouth went dry. she just looked at her, her mouth open. Nothing but a strange fear on her face. All she could say is croak out a pathetic “no…”

Peggy pulled out a big pile of feathers, all shapes and sizes and textures, and dumped them in front of Sandy.

She watched her quake with fear as she said, “No, I hate feathers!”

Peggy held up her notebook, “I know….”

Next she pulled out a mechanical device about 2 feet high and place it under her crotch. Next she pulled out a big, fluffy vaned pink feather and inserted it into the machine so the feather was stickling up and brushing against her hairless lips and the her pussy.

She savored the look on her face as she set up the tickling machine. she was moaning pathetically even before the machine was turned on. her mind was crumbling just imagining what this would do to her. But it got worse. Peggy pressed a button and a cord with a strange looking, fist sized device on the end of it, dangling 3 feet over her super sensitive pussy. From the pile, Peggy found a long, yellow feathered boa made with light, fluffy yellow feathers. She fastened one end of the feather boa to the fist sized device hanging over her pussy, the other end dangled down all over her pussy. Sandy shivered at it’s touch…

Sandy was so frightened, so overwhelmed thinking about what this would do to her, she couldn’t speak. All she could do is implore Peggy with her sad, scared eyes, whimper and slowly shake her head.

“You broke my heart Sandy, used me and treated me like a fool without a second thought,” Peggy stood in front of her, her arms crossed, resolve written all over her face. “Now I’m going to break you like the ticklish little slut you are. I’ll show you the same mercy you showed me, none. So let’s start, Tickle tickle….”

Peggy flipped a switch and both devices surged to life…… Immediately the device with the big pink feather under her started jittering like some devilish metronome on crack! The feather waved and fluttered wildly, caressing her lips and the underside of her pussy, with feathery tickle ****! All Sandy could do was bounce a little in a **** attempt to get away from the mechanized feather ****, her escape plan didn’t work at all. Meanwhile, the device above her pussy, with the long fluffy feather boa hanging down, wiggled to life. It slithered and slathered her erect pussy with feathery overstimulation. Sandy was caught, trying madly to at first pull up from the pink feather while at the same time, trying to pull down away from the wriggling feather boa, with absolutely no success!

Sandy screamed with laughter! “AAAAAARGH!!!HAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAA!!!!!OOOO! OOOOO! OOOOO! OOOOO! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Just imagine, the most sensitive, ticklish area of your body being relentlessly tickle/teased/tantalized, and all those millions of ticklish nerves are wired into the sexual ecstasy center of your brain. And it wouldn’t stop!!! With what little consciousness Sandy had left, she felt herself being tickled to madness!

“Ha ha ha, coochi coochi coo! Sandy dear! Tickle your coothcy wootchy! How much more can you stand! I can watch this all night!!! Ha ha ha, TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!”

And suddenly, Peggy stopped the machines, they whirred to a stop. “ooo hoo ooooohooohoo oooheeeheeeheeee! Thank,,,,oOooOoOOoo! You….heeeheeeee, my heehee pussy ooOooOoOoo,,,so ticklish,,,,heeehheeeeeee”

Peggy smiled to herself and didn’t even respond to Sandy. She stooped down and found a few long, much stiffer feathers and fit them in the bottom machine alongside the big pink feather. Then she found a few firmer feathers and attached them to the feathered boa.

As Sandy watched in horror, all she could do was cry, she knew she couldn’t take this. she knew if Peggy did this to her, she would lose her mind…..she knew there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say to stop her…..

Peggy stood in front of her again and said, with no hint of sympathy, “Tickle tickle Sandy…” and she turned on the tickling machines again.

And the feather tickling machines started up once again, even faster now. With the added stiffer feathers, Sandy felt like she was being driven to an indescribable tickle orgasm that her body couldn’t stand! she laughed uncontrollably, totally overcome by this mind blowing tickle ****. But before she completely lost it, before her hysterical mind blacked out, she heard Peggy one more time……

“You know what would make this even worse, Sandy dear?”

And then she felt it, the tickling horror that pushed her over the edge, that broke her completely. While the feathers from below, tickled and tortured her with relentless pleasure, delicately fluttering over her super ticklish lips, while the feather boa from above severely tickled her bobbing, pulsating pussy, from the very clit, engulfed in obscenely soft yellow feathers, the lips mercilessly bathed with the clits of those stiff feathers and even the base of her pussy tickled beyond endurance….She screamed/laughed even louder as Peggy took 2 log, red feathers and began tickling her feet at the same time! Peggy sadistically laughed out long and hard at her as she could see, hear her losing her mind from the overbearing tickle ****, her lips, her pussy and especially her terribly ticklish feet…..

“Say it Sandy, say it honey…I want you as my wife, for the rest of your ticklish life……and what I mean is wife/tickle ****…..say it! Say I do! After all I haven’t tickled those big breasts, yet….or your ass”

Sandy was crazy now, really mad, tickled til she couldn’t stand it and far beyond…..But somewhere deep inside, she made the connection……”AAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!I DO!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I DO!!!!!! I DO!!!!!!!!! AARGHARGH HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

The last thing that went through her rational mind was Peggy laughing even louder……and, even worse, the tickling never stopped.

You woke up now. You were naked in a new body. But you heard it. You knew you didn't want it to get you.

Be Sure To Tip Your Waitress by ticklishstuey

• Laughter on the Waves by Massage25

• The Nude Beach Incident by TK Feathers

• THE DIVORCE : The abused wife s **** by Diego

• A different option

Chapter 27: Be Sure To Tip Your Waitress by ticklishstuey

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 20th 2022

She had been to this particular Hooters restaurant before and had enjoyed the service for the most part. Except for this one snooty waitress, who she thought was a total diva, the other girls who worked there where really nice and sweet. What she especially liked though was what she referred to as 'the eye-candy', which explains why she decided to visit there again. As for that Diva, well she made sure she wasn't rostered on that night, by calling ahead to enquire. The lady who took the call apologised for the behaviour of 'Chelsea' and even offered her a free meal for the night by means of an apology. She wanted to check if Tiffany and Bayley where working and request that they were her waiters for the evening. The lady on the end of the phone assured her that it would be no problem and that they were all looking forward to seeing her again.

She arrived at 6pm that Friday night and was greeted at the door by Tiffany, a very tall beautiful blonde bombshell of a lady who gave her a big hug, that nearly lifted her completely off the ground. She was 6ft tall herself but only weighed about 70kg despite being very well endowed in the chest. Bayley a olive skinned dark haired lady also greeted her. 'Welcome back sweetie, we got a specially reserved table just for you'. Bayley and Tiffany escorted her to her table.

She ordered the ribs with bbq sauce and a Pepsi. 'Now remember' said Tiffany 'this all on the house, you eat and drink as much as you like'. She was enjoying her meal and chatting with Tiffany and Bayley, when suddenly she felt a little faint. She tried to shake it off but she was rapidly becoming very drowsy, when suddenly she passed out.

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The last thing she remembered was sitting at a table in a Hooters Bar enjoying her ribs, when she suddenly blanked out. Now she found herself tied spread-eagled in someone's basement, that looked very much as though it had been redesigned as someone's dungeon. Something else was strange, her clothes had been completely removed and what she was wearing felt strange yet eerily sensual. She found herself encased in a full bodied Zentai suit, with only the eyes and mouth removed from the mask. She desperately pulled on her bondage ropes and ankle cuffs but couldn't move a muscle.

She struggled and struggled against the bondage but it was no use, she was about to call out, when she heard some footsteps coming down the stairs. The door swung open and a beautiful blonde Hooters waitress stepped into the 'dungeon' with an utterly bemused look on her otherwise angelic face. She glared down at her host with utter contempt. She fluttered her eyes......'oh shit' she thought it was Chelsea the Diva.

Chelsea

'You remember me don't you, bitch? Oh yeah, you know who I am. You came to Hooters a couple of weeks ago didn't you? I was the one who served you. And you where the one who gave me a really shitty tip. $2 bucks, are you fucking kidding me? You little cheap ass. If that wasn't bad enough you even went online and gave this restaurant a bad review, and said that I was rude, unprofessional and lots of other nasty words. Yeah you had the nerve to call me names, bitch, bimbo, airhead, failed model amongst other things.. You even went on to brag about leaving me a pathetic tip of just $2 and said that you'd rather give the rest to a waitress who deserved it more.

She squirmed in her bondage, and was starting to tremble with fear. She tried to explain but couldn't find the words, at the same time she was trying to make sense of this situation.

Chelsea

'I'll give you this, it took guts to come back here. Remember when you phoned a couple of days ago to book your reservation? You had asked if Bayley and Tiffany were going to be working that day, as you liked them. Yeah I know you liked flirting with them. You then asked if I was working, and sounded relieved when you were told I wasn't. How do I know this? Because I took the call jackass, I knew it was you straight away, with your **** apologetic tone. And the pathetic way you tried to justify yourself for writing the bad review in the first place and how you didn't want any bad feeling. I think an apology is a little late don't you. For two weeks now I've wanted nothing but **** on you for those things you wrote and for that lousy tip. All the other girls here at Hooters agree with me that you were horrible to me and they want to help me get **** on you.

I put on a fake accent in fooling you to think that I was somebody else, and that not to worry that Chelsea had the night off and that everything was okay, and that Tiffany and Bayley would be more than happy to accommodate and couldn't wait to see you again. Oh we all couldn't wait to see you again, but not in the way that you think. I can't believe you came back but i'm really glad you did. How did you get here, in this position? It was Bayley who slipped some sleeping pills into your Pepsi when you weren't looking, and you went down for the count. When everybody had left Tiffany and Bayley carried you out to the parking lot put you in their car and drove to my house. We stripped you naked and placed you in a really sensual, nylon covered Zentai suit. Then we tied you spread-eagled to the bed'[/I][/B]

She continued, the venom was spewing from her lips. She couldn't help but think that she looked smoking hot, and was even hotter when she was angry.

Chelsea

'What were you thinking writing such a naughty review about me, thought you were really clever huh? You don't look too clever now, completely immobile and ****. I got news for you cunt, if I want to be bitchy to a customer or to you I will do just that. I will be a bitch to whomever I want, why because I can. Look at me, i'm beautiful, and i've got a great figure and in America, that means I can do anything. You think i'm a bitch? Baby, I am a super bitch as you are fit to find out. Your attempts at an apology have fallen on deaf ears here, but I will make you sorry, oh yeah, I'll make you sorry indeed.

'I'm going to punish you for being mean and stingy, i'm going to torment you in the worst possible way for as long as I want to. Nobody knows your here except me and all of the other Hooter waitress'. I put the Zentai suit on you for a special reason, I need your skin to be smooth and sensitive to touch, to make my job easier. You might as well get comfortable bitch cause you’re going to be here for a while, i'm talking days, weeks even months'.

She tried to pleading with her, and even threatened to press charges if she wouldn't untie her and let her go. Chelsea merely folded her arms and shook her head. It was then that she resorted to using insulting words which proved to be a serious mistake. Chelsea was livid when she had called her a 'fake model' and a 'bimbo'

Chelsea

What did you just call me???? Oh that does it, no seriously that does it.

Just for that

.....I...AM....GOING....TO......TICKLE...THE....SH IT......OUT....OF.....YOU!!!!

Yeah you heard me correctly, I am going to tickle **** you until you are literally begging....BEGGING....for me to stop. But I won't stop, oh no, I won't be stopping at all. I've got the whole night to explore just how ticklish you are baby. All of your body is going to be tickled, stomach, breasts, pussy, ass, sides, ribs, feet, knees, armpits, thighs.....everywhere. Sounds fun doesn't? Well to me it does

"DAWN, GET OUT OF HERE!" you pleaded, eternally. "WIll you let that girl fuck you anally?" she asked.

PLEASE NO

• Pussy only

• Blowjob only

• I will spread my cheeks, if you let me go NOW

• Another Option

Chapter 28: PLEASE NO

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 20th 2022

Feeling me straddle your thighs....no talking now! The only sound I want from you now kiddo, is your screams of laughter and tears. Stroking your thighs very gently now, and squeezing them, hmmmm already your reacting.

I think i'm going to have fun with you! I'm not going to be gentle either, this kind of tickling is going to be the hard kind, the poking and prodding and goosing kind that's going to send you crazy with laughter.

Just.....Like....This......Kitchy Kitchy Koo, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Does Karen-face have a ticklish tummy? Goochie Gooochie Gooochie, you regret writing that review baby, Coochie Coochie Cooo, bet you wished you left a better tip now, Tickle Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle. All tied up with nowhere to go, and I may keep you here forever, I may never let you go. Kitchy Kitchy Kooo, Coochie Coochie Coo, my god you are SOOOOOO Ticklish. How embarrassing for a grown woman, Cooochie Coooochie Cooochie Coooo.

I love verbally taunting you, teasing you just adds to your predicament. You wish i'd stop more than anything. You just want to get out of here and go back to your Hotel room, but i'm not going to let you. No.....Tickle Tickle Tickle....NEVER. Why did you write that review? Goooochie Goooochie Goooo, i'll tickle you forever for writing, Tickle Tickle Tickle. That's right i'm going to tickle you for ever and ever, for the rest of your life.

She bucked and thrashed against her bondage ropes, she was indescribably ticklish. And Chelsea was a very good tickler, she screamed and laughed.

Hahahahahahahahahahaaahhahahahah.....stop.....i'm sorry....please......hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah aha.....Please Stop.

She was laughing so hard she started crying....Chelsea was unrelenting, she tickled and she tickled. The **** last about almost an hour.

Chelsea

Stop? Honey I'm just getting warmed up.

Hey Tiffany, Bayley bring everyone in here.

She gazed in horror through the eye slits of her Zentai Suit and watched as the beautiful Tiffany and Bayley entered the room along with a dozen other beautiful Hooter girls. They looked at her with amusement.

Bayley

A little extra punishment honey, it's what you deserve. You wanted Tiffany and I....well you've got us, as well as Chelsea and about 20 or so other Hooter girls. Before you get too excited about being surrounded by so many girls, let me tell you what we've got planned. We are going to keep you here, tied to this bed in that sensitive nylon suit, and we are...going...to....tickle.....you....all day and all night for as long as want. We will never let you go either, and we are going to tickle all of your worst spots all at the same time. If one us gets tired we take a break, and other girl can take her place. Sound's like fun doesn't it? Well to us certainly.

She burst into tears, she was screwed now. There was no chance she could survive this onslaught. She was far too ticklish even for one person. There was too many women for her to handle. She was terrified. She tried to plead with them, she would literally do anything for them to not **** her any longer.

Chelsea

Yes....you totally should cry, you are a naughty girl and you deserved to be punished with tickling. Okay girls take up your positions.

And........TICKLE HER!!!!!

There must have been at least 20 sets of hands and fingers all over her nylon induced body. Poking at her sides, dancing and wiggling all over her ribs, prodding her stomach, scratching at her feet, kneading and goosing her knees and thighs, scratching at her armpits. She screamed and squealed. This was tickle hell, she was sure she would pass out or worse.

'Ahahahahaaaahhaaaahhahahaahahahahaahahahahahahaha hah....HELP ME........AHhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahaa haaaahhaaa'

She laughed herself hoarse, she couldn't make any audible sounds, all she could do was whimper in silent laughter. Then they discovered her round rear.

Tiffany

Oh god yes this is better than I had hoped for, better than I dreamed it would be. She's in hopeless, helpless ticklish agony and there's nothing she can do about it. While I continue her armpits I want you to work on her feet. Without mercy, be cruel to her, be absolutely cruel.

The other Hooter girls where enjoying this as much as Chelsea, Tiffany and Bayley where. They were all such skilled ticklers and relished in her ticklishness.

Taylor

How much time do we have left to tickle you before it's time to leave. Hmmm it's only 1 in the morning that's another 7 hours of tickle ****.

Rachel

Our vengeance comes with interest, your regime of tickle **** has only just begun, this is only the first day of the rest of your life.

Chelsea

I've hired Bayley, Tiffany amongst other Hooter girls to tickle you for the whole summer, we get paid to tickle you, 20 bucks an hour.

You'll be kept here for the rest of your life, aren't you sorry you wrote that review now, and that you didn't tip me properly?

Aleisha

If you remain polite you'll be fed well, have regular toilet breaks, it's more than you deserve.

She whimpered, and cried and laughed....this Zentai suit, was making the tickling so much worse. These girls had total power of her and she knew it. They had no intention of releasing her. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Which merely convinced Chelsea to up the bum tickling.

Chelsea

Well you should cry, tickle **** is the worst form of **** there is. I think anybody would be crying if they were in your position. But for someone who claims to hate it so much. How do you explain that?

She pointed down at her exposed clitoris. Underneath her Zentai Suit it looked as though she was soaking in her own juices. She was right, she thought, this was actually turning her on. Her clit was stiff and sore and she was so incredibly aroused by the sensation of being tickled by so many hot women.

Tiffany

I don't believe anybody gave you permission to get horny from all of this.

Bayley

You had better stop dripping, or I swear I will tickle your clit.

She couldn't help it, the tickling was agonising but she was getting wetter by the minute, her love juices were leaving out of her lips and onto the fabric of her Zentai Suit.

Bayley

Okay baby, you had your chance....It's Clit Tickling Time

Bayley, Tiffany and Chelsea took turns at scratching, flicking and caressing at clit and exposed pussy lips. While the other girls tickled her everywhere else. Her screams where piercing, that if it hadn't been for the fact that the basement she was in was soundproof, passers-by could've of easily heard her.

Tiffany

Hmmm let me see we've got Aleisha tickling your sides, Tickle Tickle Tickle, Taylor is tickling your underarms Tickle Tickle Tickle, Rachel is tickling your knees Tickle Tickle Tickle oh and I see that Gemma is tickling your rib cage Tickle Tickle Tickle, suffer kiddo.

Bayley

Damn that is one ticklish clit, tickle tickle tickle tickle. This is what happens to rude arrogant customers. We Hooter girls know how to tickle.

Ooooh let me tickle that clit, Ooooootchy, Coooochie, Coooochie Cooooo, ohbaby what ticklish clit and what a noise your making. Tickle tickle tickle baby girl

Chelsea leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

Chelsea

I am very mad at you baby, but that doesn't mean to say that I don't like you. I think your very cute, in that shy way. You’re not supposed enjoying this tickling baby, this is punishment but your shaved pussy is so hot and wet from all of this. Tsk tsk tsk, we'll have to tickle you even more as punishment for enjoying this. In a strange way, i'm glad you wrote that review, now I have you all day and night to tickle, and tickle and tickle some more.

Tiffany

Kitchy Kitchy Kitchy Bayley and Chelsea are tickling your clit, labia and lips. Ooooh let me tickle you there, oh what a wiggly ass, that must feel so good in your nylon Zentai suit, Coochie Coochie Coooo, i'm going to tickle you forever, c'mon girls......TICKLE!!!!!!!

She lay there completely helpless, quivering and shivering, laughing and screaming....the only thing she could concenrate on was how much it tickled.

1 Year Passed

Chelsea, Bayley and Tiffany entered the basement, Bayley and Tiffany gave both her feet a quick little tickle, to startle her awake. Chelsea leaned forward and kissed her.

Chelsea

Hey sweetheart and congratulations you've gone a whole year of tickle torment from us girls at Hooters. I'm actually really quite proud of you, we all are. You've been fed well, we've given you bathroom breaks and showers, and the occassional day off. We've been training lots of new girls to on the art of tickle ****, some of them have quite an effect on you don't they. You are soooooo cute, you may think i'm a bitch still but....... you like it don't you? Yeah thought so. Your wet pussy can't lie to us. Want some more tickling?

• PLEASE NONew tale

• Spreading cheeks for the boy

• Spreading legs for the boy

• A different choice

Chapter 29: New tale by the Lost Bet

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 20th 2022

"You must really be close to surrender by now. The next one will break you." "DAWN, NO MORE! I just want to go home! I will be a nun, staying away from everyone from now on. Please I can't take it!" you cried. "Should have given up." "NOOOOO!"

Pamela sat there, upset that she had just lost the final hand of poker, staring at Marta. She was an exchange student from Germany. Marta was a big girl, she was on the track team, javelin or shotput or something, Pamela didn’t know. She worked out hard, she was solid and strong, with bigger muscles than Pamela. She had a pretty face but always looked like she meant business, never smiled. She was smiling now….

The night had started out as some friends playing poker at Marta’s off campus apartment. One by one the other players had dropped out and gone home. It was just Marta and Pamela left playing and suddenly they were playing for big money, money Pamela didn’t have. But great cards convinced her to play one more hand.

“Uh, this has to be the last hand Marta. I’m out of money right now, anything you want from me I can use as stakes?”

Marta narrowed her eyes and looked her up and down. “You owe me $250.00 right now….What do you have that’s worth that much?”

“Anything you want.” Said Pamela a little too quickly.

“Anything? Hmmm,” Marta considered the offer for a minute, never taking her eyes off of Pamela. “Alright, here are my terms. You win this hand, your debt is wiped out. But if I win, you must pay me my $500.00 tonight OR do whatever I say for the rest of the night, no debate.”

“Done!” Pamela couldn’t help but smiling, she had this won.

She lost. Incredibly, she lost! Still, doing whatever Marta wanted couldn’t be that bad, definitely not as bad as losing $500.00 she didn’t have. But she had never seen her smile before and she was smiling right now, it was kind of scaring her.

Pamela sighed, “OK, what do you want me to do? I’m all yours.”

“Follow me,” and Marta walked into the living room and sat on her big couch. “Stand there right in front of me. Good. Now take off all your clothes…”

“Wait! What?” Pamela was shocked, this was the last thing she expected.

Marta slowly stood up in front of her, she was taller, looked down at her ominously and said “No debate, no questions, those were my terms. Now. Once again. Take off all your clothes.”

“Alright, alright, I agreed to the stakes, I’ll keep my word.” Pamela stripped down. she stood there in front of her, uncomfortably close as Marta looked her up and down, her eyes lingering on her rather wet and shaved pussy. Pamela was in good shape, a little on the thin side but nobody had ever complained. she stood there nervously, unsure what to do with her hands or where to look. Her unhelpfully large breasts were feeling heavy as her hardened nipples reacted to the temperature of the room and the situation.

“Now turn around….” Marta said as she opened a drawer by the couch.

Pamela stifled a question and just turned around. she immediately felt her strong hands grab her wrists and pull them behind her. Then she quickly tied her wrists together with a strong leather strap.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Pamela shouted, unable to stay quiet.

Marta ignored her outburst and stood in front of her. She held her shoulders as she gently laid her down on her back on the couch. She then sat on the other end of the couch and put her bare feet on her lap. She took another leather strap and tied her ankles together. She was very good at tying her up, she tested her bonds and could tell there was no way she could get loose.

“Now Pammy, you’ve been a very bad girl,” Marta said in a stern voice, “You just can’t wager more than you can afford to lose. That’s a lesson I’m going to teach you the hard way. And since you lost to me, I think I deserve to have some fun while I’m doing it. Believe me, I’ll get my $500.00 worth and then some.”

She was already blushing from being **** to be naked and bound by this big, strong, intense woman. Now her stomach was doing flip flops as the first signs of panic creeped through her body. she pulled at her bonds to no avail and a big strong hand clamped down on her feet, holding them tightly against Marta’s lap.

“Marta! This has gone on long enough! Let me go!” she shouted, hoping someone would hear her and come to her rescue.

“Oh yes, shout and yell! I want to hear you but you know there’s no one close enough to hear you.” Marta chuckled. Then she looked down at Pammy’s trapped feet. “OOOO, such sexy feet! I wonder how ticklish they are…” she said with a sly twinkle in her eye.

With that, she took one finger and delicately, slowly ran it up the middle of the sole of her right foot. Pamela instantly reacted, shuttering and moaning in a high pitched squeal.

“OOOooooOOOOOoooo!!!! Marta!! NO! Please! I’m too ticklish! I didn’t agree to this!”

“You said anything…..” Marta threw her own words back at her.

Marta smirked at her helpless captive and used one hand to lightly wiggle her fingers over the bottoms of her feet while she held her feet down against her lap. Up and down she ran the tips of her fingers over her twitching feet. Oh yes, she was very, very ticklish.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! NOT MY FEET!! EEEEEHHEHEHEEEEEE!!! OH! OH! OH! PLEEEEEASE!!! HA HA HA HA!!!!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle Pammy!! Ha ha, oh my you’re feet are so sensitive!” Marta started raking her fingers harder as she dragged them over her feet. “I love girls with ticklish feet! I love to tickle the till they can’t stand it! Ha ha ha, Tickle tickle tickle!” she said in a loving voice.

Pamela had never been tickled so intensely before and her feet were so very sensitive. she tried to kick away from Marta and finally managed to pull her feet free. she gulped down air frantically as she temporarily stopped the tickle ****. But then Marta wrapped her ankles in one strong arm, holding her feet immobile and continued her ticklish attack as her feet wiggled in front of her face.

“Thought you could get away from Marta, escape your punishment? Heh heh, oh no, now I’ll tickle your poor feet even harder! Coochie coochie coo!” And Marta wriggled her fingers sadistically over her soles now, tickling under her toes, scratching and scratching her arches, showing the hysterical girl no mercy.

“OH HEEEEHEEEEEE!!!!OHGOD!!!!!AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! ! UH! UH! UH! HEHEHEHEHHEEeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! MERCY! HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!”

Marta laughed to herself as she truly tickle tortured her feet. She was oblivious to her cries for mercy. Pamela undulated wildly on the couch, her body wiggling and flopping as she laughed uncontrollably. Why had she made that bet?!?

Finally Marta stopped. Pamela continued to make mewling/giggling sounds as she tried to catch her breath. “M-Marta……you’re sick! Let me go!”

“Sick? Oh no no no! I just like to tickle…..maybe tickle **** would be a better description. I like to tickle **** women until they’re drooling, hysterical wrecks. I never thought I’d find a girl in America to play with. Imagine my surprise when you made that bet with me and just think how happy I was when you lost. Well, maybe I am sick but there’s nothing you can do about it Pammy.”

Marta laid back on the couch and gently, lovingly caressed her thighs. Pamela couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure, especially when her hand wandered higher and teased her semi erect clit. her whole body was tingling, making her extra sensitive down there.

“My poor, sweet, weak loser…” Marta sighed. She then pushed all the furniture to the sides of the room and gently pulled Pamela to the thick carpeted floor and rolled her onto her stomach.

Pamela struggled feebly, she had never been tied up before. “What are you doing??” she tried to get out of her bonds again, but it was impossible.….”

continue

• new tale

• Marta chooses a new punishment

• Dawn offers to take your anal virginity first

• A different choice

Chapter 30: continue

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 21st 2022

“Thought you could get away from Marta, escape your punishment? Heh heh, oh no, now I’ll tickle your poor feet even harder! Coochie coochie coo!” And Marta wriggled her fingers sadistically over her soles now, tickling under her toes, scratching and scratching her arches, showing the hysterical GIRL no mercy.

“OH HEEEEHEEEEEE!!!!OHGOD!!!!!AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! ! UH! UH! UH! HEHEHEHEHHEEeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! MERCY! HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!”

Marta laughed to herself as she truly tickle tortured her feet. She was oblivious to her cries for mercy. Pamela undulated wildly on the couch, her body wiggling and flopping as she laughed uncontrollably. Why had she made that bet?!?

Finally Marta stopped. Pamela continued to make mewling/giggling sounds as she tried to catch her breath. “M-Marta……you’re sick! Let me go!”

“Sick? Oh no no no! I just like to tickle…..maybe tickle **** would be a better description. I like to tickle **** women until they’re drooling, hysterical wrecks. I never thought I’d find a girl in America to play with. Imagine my surprise when you made that bet with me and just think how happy I was when you lost. Well, maybe I am sick but there’s nothing you can do about it Pammy.”

Marta laid back on the couch and gently, lovingly caressed her thighs. Pamela couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure, especially when her hand wandered higher and teased her semi erect clit. her whole body was tingling, making her extra sensitive down there.

“My poor, sweet, weak loser…” Marta sighed. She then pushed all the furniture to the sides of the room and gently pulled Pamela to the thick carpeted floor and rolled her onto her stomach.

Pamela struggled feebly, she had never been tied up before. “What are you doing??” she tried to get out of her bonds again, but it was impossible.

Marta took out another long leather strap and then put her knee in the middle of Pammy’s back with just enough pressure to keep her from moving. After tying one end of the strap around her wrists, she grabbed her flailing bound feet and bent the back towards her ass, looped the other end of the strap around her ankles, pulled it taut and tied it securely. Marta stepped back and admired her handiwork.

“Oh, Pammy! You look so sexy hogtied like that!”

“Hogtied?!?! Oh God, no….Marta, Please! Just let me go! I’ve learned my lesson!” Pamela was almost completely immobile. her panic, her frustration, her fear, brought tears to her eyes. she couldn’t imagine a more humiliating position to be tied in. her shame was written all over her body as she blushed a deep red all over her nude body. she whimpered pathetically, genuinely afraid of whatever was coming next.

Marta knelt down next to her. “Oh, so helpless. I just can’t resist….” She said dreamily.

Working her fingers into her armpits, Marta dug in and tickled her hard. Pammy’s laughter was immediate and unrestrained as she suddenly began wiggling like a worm. Her large breasts jiggled as she slayed, unable to control herself.

“HA HA HA HA HA!!! STOP!! AAAAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!! TOO MUCH!!! HA HA HA HA!!!” Pammy’s face was twisted into hilarity, she couldn’t control herself. “OH GOD!!! NOOOOOO!!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!”

“Such ticklish armpits! Tickle tickle tickle! You love it! You love to be tickled! Ha ha ha!”

“OH GOD NOOOOO! HEEEHAHAHAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!! I CAN’T STAND IT! HAHAHAAAA OOOOHEEEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!” Desperately Pamela tried to pull her arms down and protect her ticklish pits, but her wrists were tied to her ankles, she couldn’t protect herself.

Marta loved the way she squirmed under her fingers. She trailed her hands down her sides, pinching and tickling her sides, her ribs. She wanted to make her suffer, make her laugh til it hurt. Pamela didn’t disappoint, she screamed hysterically as Marta raked her nails over her sides, tickling every rib, poking in between every rib, relentlessly.

“NO!NO!NO!NO! HEEEEHEEE HEEE!!! AAAARGHAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!” Pamela was really losing it but there was nothing she could do to stop the evil tickling!

Once again, Marta stopped the mad tickling. She rocked her back so she was laying on her side.

“All that tickling must have made your whole body tingly! I’ll bet you will like this….” Marta held her in position with one hand and reached down with the other and started running her hand sensuously over her chest, playing with her chest hair. Then she started to lightly flick her nipples and gently roll them between her fingers.

“Oh Marta,” Pamela moaned, “mmmmmmm, what are you doing to me.” she was beyond trying to preserve her dignity, trying to fight the way this big woman was arousing her. All she could do was be thankful the tickling had stopped and focus on the humiliating way she was being stimulated.

Marta played her fingers down her flat stomach and gently ran her big, strong fingers across her mound and oh so slowly entered her, slowly beginning to pump it insider her.

“You like that you dirty girl, you like Marta to give you a hand job….” She said in an accusatory voice.

“Uh uh uh uh uh…….” Pamela couldn’t respond with anything more than lusty grunts.

Marta gripped her clit gently with her thumb, ran herself against the rip and moved her other hand deliberately up and down, up and down as Pamela moaned.

“How does it feel to be **** to cum for my enjoyment, Pammy? To be sexually subjugated all for my amusement?”

And then she stopped. Pamela let out a dejected groan as she was denied orgasm.

“Oh, that’s right, I’m not done tickling you!”

“OH NO! Please Marta! No more!” Pamela instantly snapped out of her erotic reverie, deathly afraid of being tickled.

Marta pushed her back on her stomach, her feet sticking up in the air, soles facing the ceiling. She knelt behind her and moved up close to her upturned feet.

“I can’t wait to watch your reactions to this, I think you will like it…..heh heh heh.” Marta pulled out 2 long, wide, fluffy, red feathers. She delicately swept them over her soles.

“OOOOoooOOooOOOOOO! You can’t! ooo ooo ooo! NOT MY FEET!! PLEASE I BEG YOU!!!”

“Oh yes, Pammy! These feathers are so soft, so tickly, they’ll drive you mad!” Marta swept the feathers over her twitching feet again, a little faster, adding a horizontal wiggle as she did it.

“OH GOD!!! OOOOooOOooOoOooOOOO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME??? EEEEEEEeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!!OHOOHOOHOOHOO!!!!!”

Marta could see the erotic shivers running through Pammy’s hogtied body as she feathered her ticklish feet. She started to flutter the fluffy feathers up and down her soles faster and faster. She watched as the devilishly light tickling was causing a mixed response on her helpless captive. she was laughing uncontrollably in a high pitched, almost erotic pitch. her hips were bucking as much as they could considering her bondage position. But it was when she would wiggle the feathers down her soles starting from her heels then continue the action by dragging the plumes between her toes that she got the most rewarding reaction.

“OOOoooOooOOoOoOoO!!!! I can’t……HEHEHEheheheheHEHEHEEEE!! STAND IT!!!! OoooH oooh ooooh!!!! OOOOooooOOOOooooOOOO!!! “ Pammy’s helpless feet wiggled and spasmed involuntarily under the fluttering red feathers. she could barely speak through her hysterical laughter.

“I call this tickle ****, Pammy. I’m going to **** you to cum by being tickle tortured, all for my pleasure!” Marta said over her insane laughing and moaning.

Pamela could no longer control herself. her head shook wildly from side to side as she laughed frantically. her naked body quivered and jittered as much as being hogtied would allow. And her pussy, which had strangely been aroused by the merciless tickle **** of her hypersensitive feet, was rock hard and rubbing against the plush carpet underneath her.

“HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! DON’T DO THIS….OOOoooOOOooOOooo!!!.....TO ME!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! OOOOOOO! OOOOOO! OH GOD!!! OoOOOOOoO!! OH GOD!!! EEEEEEEeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

“Coochie coochie coo, Pammy! Cum for Marta, you love being tickled don’t you…ha ha ha! You can’t resist me! Tickle tickle tickle!” She was relentless as she ran the feathers up and down her feet, she loved how she screamed hysterically as she pulled the red feathers between her toes, slowly twirling them as she did so.

“Aaaahahahahaaaaaaaa!!! I CAN’T…..hahahhahahaaaaaa!! I CAN’T………OOoooOOooO!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!” The tickling of her poor feet sent waves of unbearable pleasure coursing through her body, making her lose it. her hips bucked in a constricted rhythm, bringing her pussy closer to a **** orgasm. she no longer could resist……

“That’s it little tickle ****, you know I’m in control, Coochie coochie coo! You can’t hold out anymore, Heh heh heh, cum for me!” And Marta used the feathers furiously on her overstimulated feet. She was going to tickle her til she broke!

“AAAARGHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!! OOO! OOO! UH! UH! UH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” And with that, Pamela let lose, the brutal feathering of her feet pushed her over the edge! her mind splintered, her eyes rolled up and she had the most massive orgasm of her life! her fat and wet pussy squirted all over the rug underneath her. she came and came and came and came…..And all the while Marta kept tickling her soles.

Finally the orgasms and tickling ended. Pamela lay there oblivious, eyes blank, almost trance like, drool dribbling from her mouth, mewling like some broken animal. she didn’t even seem to notice as Marta took a big knife and cut her free. she just curled up in a fetal position there on the floor, mumbling incoherently.

Marta wasn’t done though. She strolled triumphantly over to the big couch. She took off her pants and then her panties and sat back on the couch, spreading her legs wide, exposing her hot, wet pussy.

“Come here tickle ****, the night isn’t over and you did say you’d do anything….”

• pussy licking timeThe Nude Beach Incident by T.K. Feathers

• A **** confession by demonoftheearth666

• Tickling Under the bed by demonoftheearth666

• Another option

Chapter 31: The Nude Beach Incident by T.K. Feathers

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 21st 2022

“There,” Kelly Connelly said as she gently patted down the hardened wet sand with her right hand. “All done.”

Jeri Ryan-Connelly, who was buried in the sand with only her head and large, size nine bare feet visible, stared at her gorgeous wife who was wearing nothing but a pair of dark sunglasses and an oversized straw sun hat. (They were on a nude beach after all.) Even though her wife was in her early forties, she still managed to turn quite a few heads (including some sultry females half her age) wherever they went. She resembled Nicole Kidman so much that many confused her for the Oscar winner. She couldn’t help but feel the blood rushing up to her love button as she stared at her incredible breasts with hardened nipples seemingly pointing at her direction. Her own engorged nipples swelled in reciprocation.

“Ice cream!” A female voice called out in the distance. “Delicious ice cream!”

“Ooh!” Kelly said with excitement and clapped her hands. “Ice cream!” She soon got up from the sand and started running towards the sound of the voice.

“H-honey!” Jeri called out to her wife as she watched her naked hourglass form run off from her trapped state.

“Don’t worry honey,” She shouted back without turning around. “I’ll get you one too!”

And there she was. A naked lady in her forties buried in the sand surrounded by equally naked individuals who only pointed and laughed as they walked past her. She sighed and stared at the tops of her feet. she would wiggle them side to side in an effort to break free. No use. she sighed again, heavily this time, and then craned her neck as far back as she could to stare at the cloudless blue sky.

I hope she comes back soon… she thought to herself when suddenly…

“Would you look at this babe!” a female voice said.

“Looks like she may need some help!” another voice, female this time, added.

Jeri quickly craned her head back and saw two figures standing by her fidgeting feet. It was two women in their early twenties. The woman was tall, lean, a gym fanatic Jeri guessed, and naked. She couldn’t help but notice the woman’s pussy. It was shaved, wet and nice and plumb. She resembled Naomi Watts, the Australian actress a great deal. The woman on the other hand, was a stunning brunette with long straight hair and perky breasts that made the suddenly nervous lady swallow hard. she also noticed the nice little triangle patch of pubic hair just above her other lips. Somehow she resembled Mila Kunis of 70s show.

“How did you end up like this, miss?” The woman inquired and leaned down with both her hands on her knees.

“My wife–”

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be left alone in such a **** position.” The taller woman added.

Before Jeri could respond she felt something soft run across the bottom of her right foot.

“Hey!” she shouted.

“You see,” The woman said with a mischievous grin. “You can’t even defend yourself if someone did that.” she finished speaking and ran her index finger the entirety of Jeri's right foot, from just below the toes all the way down to the ball of her heel.

“S-stop that!”

“Or what?” The woman replied playfully scratching her finger over the surprisingly tender flesh of the trapped woman.

Jeri gritted her teeth as she felt the woman’s single digit exploring the bottom of her foot. she instinctively curled them tight in an effort to minimize the horrible tickling sensation, but it was no use. The woman quickly realized what Jeri was doing and instantly pulled back the woman’s toes with her other hand. Worse, Jeri could now feel all five digits of the woman’s fingers wildly scraping the quivering flesh of her foot.

“Ah ah ah,” The woman teased. “That’s a penalty.” she added as her fingers explored every bit of trembling flesh on Jeri’s foot.

“Ooh ooh let me try!” The taller Naomi Watts lookalike said with excitement before kneeling down by her partner to tickle the other helpless foot.

Jeri’s face was turning bright red as she felt the woman’s long, manicured nails scratching her other foot. Unlike her female partner, she let her foot trash wildly around as she playfully raked her nails over the soft skin.

“What a ticklish foot!” The woman teased. “No matter how much you squirm and wiggle, I’m gonna get you!”

Jeri couldn't take it anymore and began to laugh. The beachgoers around them turned and watched as both the mysterious woman and woman tickled the trapped married woman. she could feel the woman’s fingers dancing elegantly over the sensitive dance floor of flesh, all the while her smaller, female partner poked and prodded parts of her left foot with glee. It didn't take long for the two ticklers to notice something odd poking out from the middle of the sand.

“What’s this?” The woman said with a grin and paused her tickling.

“No way!” The woman said, and quickly reached out her hand to brush away the tiny pulsating mound of sand that had formed.

“D-don’t do that!” Jeri pleaded as both the woman and woman pulled back in outer shock. Poking out of the wet patted sand, was the tip of Jeri’s nipples, as though it was saying hello! “It’s not what you think!”

The woman and the smaller lady looked back at each other, smiled, and both reached out their hands to brush away the sand from Jeri’s surprise erectiosn. The woman protested with a few unintentional giggle’s as she felt the sand being brushed off. She could feel the perverted couple's fingertips lightly scratching the araeolas and sides of her large breasts in the process.

“There!” The woman said triumphantly as she stared at Jeri’s fully exposed breasts.

“We’re not done yet babe.” The woman said and poured some water over the sand covered breasts to completely clean them.

“That’s cold!” Jeri cried as her ridiculously wet pussy began changing the sand as the freezing water ran down across it. “Here too?” asked the lady as she removed the sand. Jeri squealed as her wet and exposed lips joined her large breasts under cold, clean water.

“Look how wet she is and hard they are!” The woman said and playfully ran her nail up from underneath Jeri’s wet lips.

“And sensitive,” the woman added and ran a few fingers over the pink of her lips.

“S-stop!” Jeri said in utter embarrassment as her vagina involuntarily dripped more liquid due to the light touches. Making matters worse, a crowd had slowly started to form.

The woman bit her lower lip and started to poke the quivering clit with the tip of her nails. The woman noticed Jeri’s clit twitching as if an effort to avoid the woman’s teasing fingers and decided to help her. Jeri groaned as she felt the woman’s thumb and index finger pinch the top of her mound. The woman, now able to tickle the mound without it moving, started to spider tickle its side, while the taller woman, with her own pussy leaking fluids, started to gently scratch underneath Jeri’s mound with just her index finger. Jeri, who was laughing uncontrollably, was unaware of the horny crowd that was watching her. Hardened clits and pussy were being touched and teased by the crowd enjoying the voyeur display in front of them.

Jeri, wondering where her wife was, could only laugh as her pussy was tickled by these perverted freaks.

“Look what I found!” The woman said, causing Jeri to open her eyes and scream. In the woman’s hand, was a long seagull feather with a very sharp pointed tip. She smiled tenderly at her before resting the very tip of the feather right at the tip of Jeri’s opening.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, all over these ticklish lips!” The woman cheerfully sang while twirling the feather’s tip all over the sensitive skin.

“Let me join!” The woman said, and to Jeri’s unending horror, noticed the woman holding a vibrating toothbrush in her hand.

It was a new form of madness for Jeri for she truly was at the brink of insanity. she could feel every bristle on the evil mechanical device brushing her lips while at the same time she could feel the ends of the stiff feathers barbes sawing against her mound. It didn’t take long for her clit to leak and pulsate violently before exploding in ecstasy. The couple barely managed to turn to their sides as a string of warm pussy cum flew across the air and landed just between Jeri’s tightly curled feet. After a moment of rest, she could feel her feet being tickled again. The nightmare was far from over.

On the other side of the beach, her wife, Kelly was being held down with her back against the sand by another group of beachgoers. They held her down by her ankles and wrists while she was being happily tickled by the ice cream vendor. She was laughing wildly as the vender dug and rapidly raked her nails over the sides of her toned stomach. This was truly a nightmare for both Jeri and Kelly.

• Tickled as both Jeri and Kelly

• Tickled as Jeri

• Tickled as KellyA new adventure

• An alternative choice

Chapter 32: A new adventure

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 21st 2022

You awake to see yourself in the mirror. You were neither of the two ticklish women whose bodies you had found yourself in suffering. You were now tiny, looking like the pretty actress Amy Acker (https://www.giantfreakinrobot.com/cltr/a...). And you were on all fours, bound and naked. With Dawn towered next to you, a large strap-on all she was wearing. "I taped your cheeks apart, little darling. Your choice, Either I do this to you, the girl does, the monster you are running from or another charming tickle tale!" "NOOOO!!!! Please I'lll lick your pussssyyyyy!"

Chapter 33: A **** Confession by demonoftheearth666

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 21st 2022

Jill walked up to her room, exhausted from her day. Her long black hair were always in her face, covering her left eye. Her blue shirt and skirt were ruffled and looked as if she had been through a wind tunnel moments before walking inside. Her flats shuffled along the carpet as she made her way to her room. As she walked up to her room, she heard rustling on the other side. "OUT OF MY ROOM JAMIE!" She yelled as she walked in. However, once she opened the door, she was immediately blindfolded. A gag followed shortly afterwards.

She attempted to fight back, but her attacker managed to grab her arms and tie her wrists together. It was then that she knew that she couldn't fight anymore. Luckily, her attacker lead her to her bed. She laid down and tried to kick.

However, her attacker sat on her legs and tied her ankles together. "Much better, don't you say?" She heard a familiar voice say. She tried to kick her with all her strength, but it was too late. She already got her in a hogtie position. Now she is completely at her mercy. Luckily, her gag and blindfold were taken off shortly after she has been restrained. "BRENDA! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" She yelled, knowing her parents aren't home.

"Aww, but I just wanted to play a little." She said as she took off her flats. Jill immediately began to but her lip out of instinct. "H-hold on. Let's not play that game. We can talk about this." She began to plead with Brenda.

"Nope." Brenda said as she removed her pink socks from her size 10, smooth feet. She smirked as she looked at her captive with her green eyes. her blue shirt fit tightly on her abdomen while her gym shorts loosely fit her waist and thighs. her short blonde hair was just out of view of the mirror across from them.

Jill immediately bit her lip as she felt her fingers lightly **** her bare feet. She refused to let Brenda have the satisfaction of hearing her laugh. "Cmon, just laugh for me." Brenda begged in a teasing voice. "No!" Jill yelled before any resemblance of laughter managed to escape her lips. Brenda frowned as she began to tickle her toes. "NOOOO OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" She begged before laughing. She forgot that Brenda knew her worst tickle spots.

"That's the laugh I wanted to hear." Brenda said as she kept tickling her toes. "I love that laugh. Miss it when I'm at school." "SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHUHUHUHUHUHUHUPAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughed while squirming slightly. She desperately tried to get away, but Brenda prevented her from rolling away. "You know you like it." Brenda teased as she tickled her soles again.

"STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEH ASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She begged. To her surprise, Brenda stopped tickling her feet. She began panting and looked into the mirror. She didn't know how red her face has gotten during the couple seconds of ****. "What do you want?" She asked her while regaining her breath. ""What do you mean?" Brenda asked with an innocent smile on her face. "Why are you doing this to me?" Jill asked as she tried to turn her head to look at her. She was failing badly with each attempt.

"Because I miss your laugh." Brenda teased as she poked her sides. Jill jumped at her touch. "Bullshit!" Jill yelled. She knew Brenda well. She knew she wanted something, but didn't know what she wanted. "Fine. I guess you know me to well." Brenda admitted. "I just want to know a secret I heard." She added as she began to tickle her soles again. Jill let out a couple giggles before recomposing herself. She bit her lip, trying to keep her laughter inside. "Why are you holding it in?" "Becauhuhuhusehahahahahahahahahaha!" She managed to answer before dissolving to a giggling mess.

"Not an answer." Brenda said as she tickled her toes again. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHANOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATHETOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOESAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!& #34; She pleaded as she wiggled her feet around. "Then tell me what I wanna know." Brenda teased as she kept tickling her toes.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAOKOKOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILLTEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHHE HELLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAA!" She laughed, giving into her demands. "Well, you can start." Brenda said as she tickled her soles. She didn't know that she would keep tickling her while she's talking. "HahahahahahahahahahaIvehiddenahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahastashofahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahacandyunderthebeheheeheheheheheheheheheheheheh ehehehed!" She admitted.

"Wasn't what I was looking for, but I'm glad to know its there." Brenda admitted as she kept tickling her."Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaiforgotahahahahahahahahahahahayourlas tahahahahahahahahahahahahahathreehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehebirthdays!" She admitted, hoping that she'll let her go. "So that's why I didn't get a birthday reminder for the last three years from you. Oh well, I forget my own birthday most of the time anyway." Brenda said in a happy tone. She began to tickle her toes again, getting slightly bored with her giggles.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OHOHOHOMOHOHOHOHOHOHOREAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She begged as she squirmed. "I'll stop when you tell me what I wanna know." Brenda said as she kept tickling her toes.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOKOKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAITOLDEVERYONEAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYOURW ORSTFEARAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She said through her laughter. She knew tears were running down her face at this point. "Wait! So it was you!" Brenda said in shock as she stopped tickling her. Jill took the opportunity to catch her breath. "Well, nice to know, but not what I'm looking for." She said before ruining Jill's momentary reprieve.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She begged as she tried to kick her"I'll give you a hint. It has to do with our current status." Brenda said as she began to tickle between her toes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTTHEREAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOKOK!" Jill begged as she laughed and cried from the tickling. She could barely say anything other than laughter.

"Then go on." Brenda said as she kept tickling between her toes. Jill could barely form the thought due to all the tickling. She couldn't fight anymore, nor could she do anything but laugh. "I LIKE YOU!" She screamed through all her laughter. To her surprise, she felt her fingers get away from her feet. She took the time to regain her breath. "I like you too." Brenda said as she kisses the back of her head. Jill blushed at the response as she squirmed slightly. "Can I be untied now?" She asked while trying to look at her.

"I will. After I pay you back for what you let everyone know about me." She said with a smirk on her face. "Please don't!" Jill begged as she squirmed. "I don't wanna be tickled anymore!" "Fine." Brenda said as she began to untie Jill. As soon as she was untied, she turned to her and kissed her lips. After about a minute, she pulled away and smiled at her. "Not mad?" she asked. "I hate you so much right now. By the way, it's your turn." She said as she grabbed the rope.

Within seconds, Brenda found herself hog tied with Jill sitting just behind her. "I said I'm sorry!" She yelled as loud as She could. her gym shorts was pulled up past her knees to expose her bare legs and g-string. her shirt has been taken off, allowing access to her whole body. her long blonde hair has, however, remained untouched. "Sorry ain't gonna cut it this time." Jill said with a sadistic smile. "It's time for payback!" Brenda began to squirm in her binds, making it slightly harder for Jill. "How did you learn how to tie these knots?" She asked.

"You." She said as her fingers began to slowly explore her sides. Her hair lightly touched the bottom of her feet, sending small sensations up her body. "Payback time!!!" "Hehehehehehehehehehehstopitahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahaha." Brenda giggled while squirming under her tormentor. "Awwww, don't go whining already. Can't you handle a little tickling?" Jill teased as she kept lightly tickling her sides. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahanohohohohohahahahahah ahahahahahahahahihihihihihihahahahahahahahahacant!" She admitted. "Look at the big tough girl break after a little tickling." She teased as she began to tickle her waist.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahshuhuhuhuhutahahahahahahahahaitahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA!" She began to laugh as She squirmed ever so slightly in her bonds. "Am I being told what to do? Time to put the bad girl in her place." Jill said as she began to tickle her feet. Her voice got higher the longer she tickled Brenda. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOKOKOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brenda laughed while trying to free herself from her tormentor. "Glad to hear that you're ok with me tickle you." Jill teased as she kept tickling. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTWHATIMEANTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughed louder. "Just imagine that every night, we will be kissing each other and then I'll tie you up and tickle you." She teased while laughing softly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANYTHINGBUTTHATAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIMSORRYIMSORRYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" ; She begged. "Don't worry, I forgot about the fact that you tickled tortured me to confess my feelings to you a few minutes ago." She said as she stopped tickling her. Brenda panted heavily as She tried to break her binds once again. "If you forgot about it, then why don't you untie me." She requested.

• Anal sex timeNot a chance

• Jill sits on Brenda's face

• Dawn offers to take your ass before the boy

• Another choice

Chapter 34: Not a chance

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Aug 21st 2022

"But the fun hasn't even started yet." Jill said as she got up. She walked over to her dresser and began to dig through her draws.

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A few minutes later, she walked back to Brenda and sat by her feet. "Look what I got." She said as she waved a hairbrush in her view.

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"Oh please. Not that. Anything but that." She begged as She began to squirm.

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"It'll be fun though. Trust me, you won't be able to stop laughing." She teased before setting the brush behind her. She began to lightly tickle her sides again. "Let us begin again, shall we?"

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"Hahahahahahahahahahahahanomorehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahapleasehahahahahahahahahahaha." Shegiggled while squirming more and more.

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"But we just began." Jill said while her nails began to dig into her sides.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPSTOPSTOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brenda begged.

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"Nope. Not until I am satisfied." She said as she began to tickle up and down her sides.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHILLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATELLYOUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANYTHINGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! " She begged as She just laid there, laughing.

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"Go ahead. I doubt it'll help your situation." She said as she kept tickling her sides.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIALWAYSAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWANTE DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTODATEYOUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brenda confessed as She laughed.

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"Awwww that's cute. I'm happy you chose me." Jill said as she began to tickle her feet with her nails.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILEARNEDAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYOUWERETICKLISHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAFROMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARACHEL!" She confessed while wiggling her feet.

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"I'll pay her back then. Thanks for the info." She said as she kept tickling her feet. "Anything else?"

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILEARNEDTHATAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAYOULIKEDMEHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAFROMLAURAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA!" Shelaughed while trying to get away.

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"I'll pay her back, too. Thanks baby." She said while grabbing the hairbrush. She began to brush her feet.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brenda pleaded as tears began to form in her eyes.

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"But I'm not satisfied yet." Jill said as she kept brushing Brenda's feet. "Tell me you love me."

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILOVEYOUILOVEYOUHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHA." Brenda frantically shouted during her laughter.

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"Now say that you love this." She requested as she kept tickling her feet.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHILOVEITAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHILOVEITAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! " She laughed as tears streamed down her face.

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"Glad to hear that." She said while setting the brush next to them. Brenda began to pant heavily as She felt the binds coming lose. "I think I'll give you a break."

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"Thanks." Brenda said as She kept panting. She felt her wrap her arms around her.

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She kept hugging her tight as she began to nuzzle her back. "I can't wait to do this to you over and over." She teased.

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"Ya, right. You just tortured me for a bit." Brenda argued.

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Suddenly, She felt Jill's nails lightly go up and down her sides. "Is someone denying me?" She asked.

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"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahanohohohohohahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahapleasehahahahahahahaha!" She giggled while squirming under Jill.

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"Glad to hear that." She said as she stopped. "I can't wait to continue tomorrow." She said with a sadistic smile on her face.

House Keys F/f f/F explicit, foot fetish

House Keys

It's been a long day. This has been Micki's tenth straight day of work. Not really physically tired, but tired of working she stares intently at the clock, watching the seconds roll by. As she sits there waiting on her work day to end, she thinks about her. Time has been unfriendly lately and hasn’t left them much time together, and she’s aching for her company. she picks up the phone, nervously she stares at her name, Tiffany. Why does she get like this with her? Shaking her head trying to clear her thoughts, she taps the call button. It rings and rings but there is no answer. she hangs up disappointedly. She's beautiful, single, and it's a late night, what did she expect, she thinks to herself. she shoots her a text, "My bad, was about to get off work and thought about u." She doesn't respond but hearts her text.

Micki gets up from her desk and makes her way to her car. Driving home as usual all that is on her mind is Tiffany. They weren't together anymore but she was still deeply in love with her. Despite it all, they remained good friends. So much so they still hang out together, have keys to each other's homes, still talk every now and then. They were cool. But still, she had a hold on her she couldn't shake. Micki finally pulls into her apartment, mind set on rolling a doobie and watching some anime. Because of the number of cars in the parking lot she missed something, her car was there.

She enters her apartment, sets her keys down and opens the fridge to grab her favorite gin. Micki takes a shot and stands there for a second, her mind going bac to its default of missing her. Shaking her head and cursing herself, she turns towards her room when she sees them. Tiffany's keys on the counter. "Beautiful?" she calls out, but no answer. she looks in the living room but she's not there. "Is she in my room?" she thinks to herself. So she enters her room and there she is, sleeping soundly in bed. her heart starts racing, she's here. Fumbling around she trips over her own feet as she walks towards the bed. "Bru, chiiiiillll." she thinks. she makes her way over to where she's resting, leans over and gently kisses her forehead. She stirs a bit and opens her eyes, "Hey" she says softly. "Hey" she returns, "you ok?" She replies, "yes." That doesn't tell her what she wants to know, like why is she there, but she doesn't press the issue. "Ok, I’m about to shower. You need anything?" she asks. "No I'm good," she replies. Then she turns the other direction, curls up and drifts back to sleep. At least that's what Micki thinks.

While she’s washing her mind is going 100 mph. Why is she here? Is she ok? What do i say to her? Should I be quiet and let her sleep? Does she have socks on? Can I play with her feet without waking her? Yes, see Micki is not only still in love with her, but she also is the muse of her lustful side. Many a night has been spent with her running through her thoughts bringing her to orgasm.

She hears the water running in the shower as she waits for her. Today was a long one for her as well. Tiffany just wanted some company, and Micki is always nice to be around. she’s always super quiet but she gets it. Hell, if nothing else she knew she could at least get her feet massaged. Smiling to herself she decides to mess with her a little. Slowly she slides her socks off, wiggling her toes after they come off as she admires her fresh pedi. You see, what she knows is that Micki can't resist her feet, especially the soles of her feet. So as she hears the water turn off, she lays back down feigning sleep, and slips her foot from under the cover. Her trap is set.

Micki gets out the shower and, trying to be as quiet as possible, she dries off and leaves the bathroom. she puts on some clothes and grabs her smoke to roll up. Looking over at her sleeping form she’s just happy she's around, happy she still feels comfortable around her. Then she notices her foot... slightly poking out from the covers. Immediately she starts getting turned on, her feet are beautiful and Micki knows she's ticklish. That familiar lust returning of night after night of her being center of her desires. she moves to the end of the bed and as gently as possible she places her face against her sole. It's like she belongs there, it feels like home. she rubs her face against her foot and sniffs under her toes, inhaling her scent. She really has a hold on her and she knows it, wiggling her toes as she indulges.

This startles Micki a bit as she really doesn't wanna wake her. she kisses her sole softly and sits down on the floor at the foot of the bed to roll up. She smiles, it tickles a bit but she likes teasing her. Knowing what she does to her, she teases her further, wiggling her toes. Micki salivates as she watches her toes wiggle, and she runs a finger up her sole making her pull her foot back. She holds back a giggle, she wants Micki to think she's still asleep. She's so ticklish, and it makes her womanhood start to glisten.

Her foot back under the cover she decides to leave her alone and goes back to rolling. Out of the corner of her eye she sees her foot slip back from under the cover. Lovingly she grabs her foot gently and kisses the sole, her smiling out of her view as she enjoys having the bottom of her foot kissed. she lights the doobie, takes a pull then exhales; the smoke easing her mind. Then she feels something that drives her crazy, the bottom of her soft toes touch the back of her neck and she starts to melt.

Leaning up now she is looking at her, how she reacts to her teasing. Knowing her like she does, she takes her toes and softly starts caressing the back of her neck. Micki scrunches her neck and lets out a slight giggle, that feeling is intoxicating but her neck is a ticklish spot. Smiling, she asks "so you just gonna smoke that without me?" she turns and looks at her, "my bad, i didn't wanna wake you." "But you played with my feet" Tiffany says smirking. Micki looks away embarrassed, she knew she didn't really like her messing with her feet. she just didn't know if it was because it tickles or she just really didn't like it. She moves to the end of the bed where she sat and sat behind her with her head between her legs. She takes the blunt from her and starts pulling on it, and she uses her free hand to start rubbing her neck and ears handing the smoke back to her. her eyes are closed as she takes another drag, her hands feeling so good to her. she passes it back and her hands keep roaming, running thru her locs now. she kisses her thigh and leans her head against it. She passes it back to her. Rubbing her chest she leans down and kisses the top of her head.

As they finish the doobie and talk she requests, "hey can u rub my feet?" "Yea of course" is her reply. she grabs her feet and starts to rub them but she says "wait, i wanna lay down." She slides back up the bed letting her soft thigh brush against her cheek, and also playfully she kicks her in the face. "Oops my bad" she says as she laughs. Micki looking at her lik "oh ok". she grabs her oil and sits between her feet at the edge of the bed, they look so sexy and she can't wait to touch them.

She puts a good amount of oil in her hands and rubs them together. Then she places them against the soles of her feet and oils them up, turning her on further as she feels each wrinkle along the bottom of her foot and listens to her moan as she enjoys the feeling. Once they are oiled she grabs the ankle of her right foot, "is this the foot that kicked me" she asks. "Huh?" Tiffany says before she places her nails in the middle of her foot and lightly starts tickling. "Mike!!!" she screams. "hahaha Stop! Stop! hehehe" laughing as she kicks her feet. "Oh my bad, just checking" she smiles. She playfully kicks her in the back with her other foot as she starts to massage her feet.

Moaning she lets her know how good it feels, unknowingly to her, her in her feelings missing little moments like this. she starts touching her toes and pulling on them as they wiggle in her hands. As usually happens when she rubs her feet she starts drifting to sleep so she puts her foot down thinking she’s finished, but she whimpers a bit wanting more and starts wiggling her toes at her. So she takes her nails and softly runs them up and down the bottom of her feet. This doesn't tickle her too much but it feels very good. But still she is ticklish and her foot twitching because of it is driving her crazy.

He turns around and looks at her laying down half asleep and she wants her badly. So she starts rubbing her hands up her legs, she starts shifting slightly as it feels good. Up her legs, kneading her thighs, rubbing her ass over her underwear, then slipping her hands under her shirt softly caressing her skin. She arches her back and breathes sharply as her hands run over the sensitive spots on her back and up to her neck, softly tickling her sides. Giggling and starting to get turned on she asks "Micki what are you doing?" she reaches around in front of her and gently squeezes her breast as she whispers in her ear, "I'm about to eat ur pussy til u squirt in my mouth... then I'm gonna eat some more." Grabbing the waist of her underwear she pulls them down til they are at her knees, and she starts kissing and munching on her cheeks. Gasping out loud she reaches back, gripping her locs it feels so good to her. she then takes her nails and runs them over her ass. She is beside herself as it feels good but tickles as well, giggling she wiggles her ass.

Micki stops playing with her cheeks and pulls her underwear off completely. Then she sees her feet and lust takes over. she kisses her sole then starts licking the bottom of her foot. Her foot shakes as it starts tickling her but something else happens, each pass of her tongue starts making her pussy pulse with erotic sensation. Tiffany doesn't understand what's going on but she just lets the feeling take over. Micki gets carried away and slips her toes in her mouth. It feels weird to her but she is enjoying it, until she starts licking between her toes. She can't take the feeling as it tickles a lot and she starts laughing pulling her feet away. She looks back at her smiling and says stop, lust behind her eyes. It is too much for her, she pulls her hips up so she is almost on all fours and plunges her tongue into her pussy, her nose tickling and teasing between her asscheeks. Licking away she moans as she missed the taste of her lips. She screams out as her tongue invades every sensitive crevice between her legs, spreading her ass to make sure she is pleased there as well. She shakes so much it is almost tough to keep her hips up. she can't help herself and softly tickles the bottom of her feet while she licks at her pussy. She shakes her feet but doesn't move them, surprisingly it is increasing the feeling for her. As she moans louder she sucks her clit between her lips and runs her tongue across it. That did it, she pushes her ass back against her face and explodes as an orgasm grips her. Micki just sits there pleased, watching her body shiver as the climax leaves her. She lays down and she rolls her over onto her back, "come here" she says and she does. They kiss passionately. she starts kissing her on her neck, down her collarbone, across her breasts stopping to slurp her nipples, down her sensitive tummy. She arches her back and she looks up at her beautiful body, then leans down and kisses her clit. She inhales sharply, "too sensitive?" she asks. She shakes her head no. she spreads her lips and begins a slow deliberate lick of her pussy, wanting to bring her to another orgasm. It doesn't take long as she is pretty sensitive from having just climaxed.

Her legs shaking, she licks her through one orgasm after another til she screams out and squeezes her head between her thighs so hard her ears start ringing. Satisfied she lays her head down on her stomach, softly rubbing on her pussy with her fingertips. She looks down at her and starts running her hair through her locs. And notices her hard pussy pressing against her thigh. "Lay down" she instructs her and she does so. She starts kissing her neck, holding her head to the side as she giggles. "You're still so ticklish" she says to her. Teasingly she tickles her sides while she kisses her. She grips her locs and pulls her head back, looking into her eyes she takes her free hand and softly tickles her nipple as she moans. "Are u gonna cum for me baby?" Deliriously she nods her head yes. She moves to her engorged pussy and slides it inside her still wet pussy, sitting in reverse. With her eyes watching her back she starts riding her and she moans out loud, her womanhood rubbing against her walls inside. She keeps grinding up and down, bringing herself to another orgasm as she writhes beneath her. She shudders as her pussy continues sliding back and forth between her sopping wet lips. "Baby, are u gonna come for me?" she says. But Micki doesn't reply, she looks off to the wall. She feels her going soft and looks bac at her, "Uh uh, come back to me" she says to her. And she reaches back and lightly starts tickling her sides. she starts wriggling as she tickles her, her pussy hardening again. The way she wiggles and squirms while she is inside her causes another orgasm for her to grow. "It's lik having my own ticklish vibrator" she laughs to herself. But she wants her to cum, at least before she reaches another. She turns around to look at her, "Baby, look." she looks up at her and follows her eyes to her right, where she is wiggling her toes at her. "Tickle me" she says to her. If she didn't think she cud get any harder she was wrong. she leaned her head over and started running her tongue along the bottom of her foot, she starts moaning as she feels how hard she has gotten and she rocks her back to climax. she brings her hand up to her foot and starts softly tickling the sole while she licks her toes, the feeling took her by surprise and she starts giggling and squirming on top of her. That did it. Hearing her giggle was too much for her and she shoots inside of her, and she was not far behind climaxing on top of her for the 5th time.

Both exhausted, she collapses to the bed and she rolls on her side facing her and breathing heavily. They look at each other and laugh, she always knew how to get her. Tiffany put the bottom of her foot in her face, "lick it, but do it softly." Slowly she licks the bottom of her foot, she giggles softly as the multiple orgasms have over sensitized her body until she starts to drift to sleep. "Come here and let me hold u." she says. She lays down beside her and scoots back, her bare ass pressing against her member, her head laying on her arm and she wraps her other arm around her waist. She kisses her arm and closes her eyes. Giggling as she softly tickles her tummy, she brings her leg up and rubs the bottom of her foot against her leg. She grabs her tickling hand, "You wanna go again?" Sliding her hand down to her pussy she feels her lips getting moist again, it's gonna be a long nite. Giggles and moans filled the rest of the night as they made up for lost time.

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The Plus one FFF/f

Micki and Tiffany had already made their travel arrangements for their friend Marissa’s wedding months early. It was down South, and they were excited to get together with all their friends. It had been hard keeping in touch since everyone had gone their separate ways in recent years. They had been close friends almost inseparable with Gianna and the bride Marissa for years before Marissa got her job at a big time University down South and Tiffany started working in a hospital up North. As time moved on Marissa began to set her bridal party of course Tiffany and Gianna were asked to be brides maids, they joined Marissa’s younger sister who was Maid of Honor.

As luck would have it Micki and Tiffany became pregnant only a few short weeks after making their plans, putting Tiffany due only two weeks after the wedding. They were both devastated, however Tiffany told Micki “please just go to represent both of us there, I’ll have my sister come over to stay with me, plus you will only be gone a day or two”. she wasn’t too sure about it as the flight was a few hours and if things moved quickly, she might miss the baby, but Tiffany was persistent.

A few days later the couple was on the phone with Gianna and Marissa explaining the situation, Gianna laughed and said, “well Micki it looks like you are my plus one, you can even come to the rehearsal dinner with me the night before.” The trio laughed and Marissa the bride added “You will just have to take Tiffany’s place and be one of my bridesmaids.” Micki laughed but had no idea of the plan that the girls had already hatched.

Time seemed to move at lightning speed. Before they knew it, it was August already. Tiffany’s sister had arrived the night before and Micki was heading to the airport to head down to the wedding. It felt strange traveling without her wife, but it was Friday and she would be back up on Sunday. It worked out that she and Gianna arrived at the airport at around the same time. They embraced each other in a tight hug, Gianna was slightly shorter than Micki about 5’4 to her 5’7 with dark curly hair, and a full curvy body.

The airport was warm and they sat down on a bench waiting for their luggage to come down off the belt when Gianna reached into her bag and took out a pair of black flip flops. Gianna knew what she was doing as Micki tried not to be obvious as she stared as she peeled her socks off and revealed her smooth size 8 feet, each toe painted a dark green. Micki was so caught up in it that she didn’t notice the sly smile Gianna was giving her. It was kind of an open secret between the 4 of them (well Micki had no idea they knew) that she had a foot fetish. Any time any of them had their feet out they knew where Micki’s attention would be. Tiffany always resented the fact that she wasn’t open with her about it, and this trip was when they were going to reveal to her that her secret wasn’t so secret. The fact that she couldn’t be there was not going to derail their plans. Gianna finished slipping on her flip flops and said “look the bag’s are coming.” Micki’s focus was broken and she pretended that she was paying attention to the bags all along.

The two got their bags and walked out to where the car service was waiting. The pair hopped in. It was a quick 20 minute drive to the hotel, but Gianna was reveling in tormenting Micki. Once in the back seat she immediately knocked her sandals off and crossed her legs so that her left foot was turned up enough that she could get a look at her sole. She thought it was kind of cute how she tried to pretend she was looking out the window while still glancing down at her sole. Gianna was having too much fun, at a certain point it had become a game between the girls. Micki was secretly upset when the car stopped in front of the hotel. The two had decided to share a room, it was Tiffany’s idea to save some money.

The two headed up to the room it was nothing special, just a standard hotel room with two Queen sized beds. Gianna wanted so badly to throw her sandals off and dangle them over the end of the bed, or better yet roll into the pose so her soles would stare her in the face. She wanted to see how she would try to play off her stares in the tight confines of the hotel room. She couldn’t waste time though as she said to Micki “I am going to go upstairs and start getting ready for the rehearsal dinner with Marissa. We’ll meet you downstairs at 6 for dinner.” While they did need to get ready for dinner, they also needed to prepare the room for later that night. Micki was completely unaware there was any plan for the night beyond dinner just nodded her head and threw on the TV as Gianna walked out the door.

Micki came down to the hotel restaurant where the dinner was being held a few minutes early. she dressed in a light blue checkered button-down shirt that accented her blue eyes perfectly, as well as her large breasts and a pair of tight business pants that was form fitting against her wide cheeks. She caught up with Marissa’s parents who she hadn’t seen in years. At 6:00 sharp Marissa started walking down the staircase into the restaurant and the room switched from a roar to a quiet hush. The 5’5 red headed beauty strolled down the stairs. She was wearing a short pussytail dress, white of course. She looked stunning, of course the first thing Micki noticed were her open toed heels showing off her red painted toes. She was flanked by Gianna on her right who had changed into her green halter top and long black bell bottom pants, she was wearing black heels that showed off her green nails. On Marissa’s left Micki was shocked to see Sadie, Marissa’s younger sister. She was about 8 years younger so the last time she saw her she was in high school, she was now a college graduate and she had grown in to a stunning beauty. She had straight black hair that went down slightly passed her shoulders. She was the shortest just about 5’1, she wore a dark green dress the color matched Gianna’s but her dress was tight fitting with cutouts on either side of her stomach. Being so much younger she had never noticed her feet before, but they were stunning. She was wearing a pair of black gladiator sandals. Her toes were painted the same green as Gianna’s but her feet were much tinier. Micki thought to herself they can’t be bigger than a 6. The three continued their path down the stairs, where Marissa was greeted by her fiancée who gave her a kiss on the cheek while grabbing her hand and leading her into the party.

Marissa had been whisked away trying to mingle with all of her party guests, but Micki, Gianna and Sadie found themselves together. Micki said to her “Wow Sadie it has been so long you have grown so much I remember when you were a little kid. I cant believe how fast time goes.” Sadie replied with a warm smile “thanks Sam! I’m both sorry and so excited that Tiffany couldn’t make it tonight if there was ever a reason to miss a wedding having a baby sure is a good one.” Micki agreed and the three continued to banter back and forth until the girls were called away to help Marissa with something. Micki continued to mingle until the dinner ended, and stayed as the guests were leaving. she began to walk over to Marissa who was saying goodnight to her Fiancée before she retired to her room for the night as the two were not going to see each other again until going down the aisle.

Marissa saw Micki and ran over and gave her a big hug “Micki I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you much tonight, I’m sorry Tiffany couldn’t come but I am glad you are here!” Micki replied “it’s no problem, I remember at my wedding how hard it was to say hello to everyone.” Marissa smiled at her and said “Gianna, Sadie and I are going to go up to the suite for the night, I think we’re just going to have some wine and relax a little. Since Tiffany isn’t here why don’t you come out and hang out with us!” Micki was excited to do just that, she didn’t really want to spend the night alone. Marissa gave her the room number and asked her to give them about 30 minutes so they could change out of their dresses.

30 minutes later Micki knocked on the door, she had the penthouse rented for tonight and the night after the wedding. It was on the top level and the only room on the floor. Sadie opened the door, her black hair was tied in a high bun, and as she opened the door more the girls all screamed excited she had come. They had changed from their formal wear and were now in satin pajamas Sadie and Gianna’s were green and Marissa’s white. Each had their initials over the left side of their chest, and each had feathery slippers on their bare feet. she felt kind of over dressed. Here she was in Dress clothes in a room with three girls all wearing pajamas. But their cheery disposition loosened her up right away. she could see the bottle of wine had already been opened as Gianna handed her a glass that was already full.

The three girls were sitting on the large couch across from her, each had flicked their slippers off, and put their feet up on the coffee table so there soles were staring her directly in the face. Micki was still under the impression she was hiding her glances, meanwhile the girls were just toying with her. Gianna spoke up “Micki, your glass is empty, do you want another one?” Micki looked down, she didn’t even realize her she had finished her glass. Before she could answer in the affirmative Gianna was already up grabbing her glass. she didn’t notice that she filled her glass from a different bottle then the girls were drinking from. Gianna handed her the newly filled glass and Micki instantly began to drink, it was almost half empty before she could even sit.

The girls continued talking about the next day when Sadie said “how much longer do we think it’s going to take?” Gianna said “shouldn’t be much longer.” As if on que Micki began to feel a little light headed, almost like when you take funny gas at the dentist. she tried to stand up but staggered back into her seat, and the girls jumped in to action Marissa exclaiming “hurry we only have a few minutes!” “A few minutes for what” Micki groggily thought to herself as she felt Gianna and Marissa grab her under each arm and began to drag her toward the bedroom before throwing her on the bed. she still couldn’t comprehend what was happening as Gianna and Marissa pulled her up so her head was by the pillows, Sadie quickly ran over and secured each wrist to straps that were connected to each bed post and waiting for her. The girls quickly ran down and did the same to her feet leaving her in a spread-eagle position.

They let her lay there for a few minutes while the effects of what they gave her wore off, they knew it was time when she began to pull at her binds saying “come on this isn’t funny let me out now!” Gianna replied by sticking a phone in front of her, it was a video call with her wife Tiffany. Micki was even more dumbfounded, but Tiffany started talking anyway. “Hey babe, I see your kind of tied up at the moment so I will be quick. We have known for years about your little foot fetish” she turned bright red, she was so sure that she had been discreet. Tiffany continued “I don’t care about your fetish, I am just upset that you never shared it with me. Then just before we got pregnant I was using your computer and you didn’t close your tabs and I came across the tickling media forum still up on your browser.” Micki could barely breathe now, Sadie who didn’t know this part began to giggle as well. “Gianna, Marissa and I have been planning this little night since then. Of course the plan was for me to be there and you could really have lost control, but since I cannot be there I think it’s best that you don’t lose control. I love you babe, oh and girls don’t forget to get every inch of her!” Micki was in total shock, her wife was behind this? What was this? What did she mean lose control and not lose control? she didn’t have much time to think as Gianna started unbuttoning her shirt, Marissa began loosening her belt and Sadie started untying her shoes.

In the blink of an eye the girls had her completely naked. she was in shock, her wife had just revealed her two deepest secrets. Secrets she didn’t even know that she knew. Now she was tied naked to a bed in front of two of her best friends all with her wife’s permission. Not only did they have her permission she was complicit in the planning of it! she still couldn’t make heads and tails of it. Marissa leaned in so she was face to face with her, and said since I am getting married, I guess I will go first. There was no warning or warmup, Marissa threw one leg over her waist and instantly began to dig her long red nails into Micki’s exposed armpits.

The surprise caught her off guard, her reaction was delayed even though the feelings shooting through her brain were not. In seconds she was laughing hysterically, she could barely move due to the straps holding her down and Marissa straddling her midsection. Gianna leaned down and whispered into her ear “we are going to tickle you and so much more all night little ticklish foot girl. Your wife told us about all of your most fun spots, and she made us swear not to leave any untouched.” Marissa continued the **** digging and scratching at her sensitive underarms. Micki’s face became red as the situation of her deepest fantasy was playing out began to get to her. she wasn’t surprised when she heard Sadie announce “she’s getting soaked! she really does like it!”

Marissa was still straddling Micki. She had slowed the attack down by lightly running her nails along the now pink skin of her underarms. The attacks slowed enough that Micki could beg “please it’s enough I don’t understand what is happening! Hhahahah I can’t take much more!” Gianna laughed and said, “it certainly seems like you are enjoying yourself. Marissa why don’t you switch things up.” Marissa stopped tickling and turned herself around, so she was now facing her feet. The way it ended up Marissa’s upturned soles were now in her line of sight. Gianna said “don’t be afraid to look you never have been before. Marissa just got a pedicure, I bet her feet are nice and soft. she couldn’t resist and she moved her head to look. At the same time, she felt Marissa’s soft hand grab her dripping lips with one hand and began to run her nails up and down the inside of her redness with the other. Micki howled, she still couldn’t believe what was happening, she didn’t want this, but she also did. she felt a warm lotion pour onto her mound and lips as Marissa began to slowly stroke in and outs. Gianna once again leaned in and said, “remember your wife said don’t lose control, slutty little girl!” Suddenly it hit her what that meant, she wasn’t allowed to cum! Micki didn’t know if she really could help it, it was only a few moments, and she was starting to get close. Before walking down to the middle of the bed Gianna said “and her feet are wildly ticklish” she punctuated the sentence by running her green fingernails over Marissa’s right foot causing her to let out a shriek.

Marissa continued to pump so slowly, too slowly, in fact. Even with the image of her ticklish feet right in front of Micki it wasn’t enough. she kept replaying the 2 seconds of her foot being tickled just a moment ago, trying to push herself over the edge with no success. she felt one of the other girls mount her legs and began to massage her inner thighs. This only added to pleasure, until the hands stopped massaging and began to dig in to her thighs. she exploded once again with laughter, she tried with all of her might to jump up off the bed but she couldn’t move. Marissa stopped stroking and climbed off her waist, joining her sister Sadie on either side of the bed by her head. she now had a clear view of Gianna using her devilish green nails to dig in.

With Marissa no longer holding her waist down she was able to jump more, and she did just that when she attacked her crotch right where her legs met her hips. her entire body shook, Sadie couldn’t resist and said “look at her pussy leaking everywhere!” Micki didn’t care the ticklish feelings were intense, she went into silent laughter as Gianna used one hand to spider her nails along her perinium. The sensitive area was rarely ever touched, that plus her nerves being on high alert made it almost unbearable ticklish. Just when she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen Gianna slowed her pace. Instead of using the pads of her fingers to dig into the soft skin, she started using her nails to lightly drag all over her thighs. She started just above her knees and moved slowly up each leg. It was enough to make her giggle and try to shift in her bound position, but not enough to scream. The nails continued to make their trek up her legs moving closer and closer to her mound. They moved back into her vagina and up and down her lips making her roar once more. Gianna fluttered her green nails in place over her entrance making her both giggle and become even wetter.

After a few more seconds she scratched the left side of Micki’s already lotioned pussy with her left hand and began to rub her thumb over her overstimulated clitoris. The shock of going from the light touch of her nails to the intensity of her thumb on her head was shocking, leaving to a combination of screeches and moans. Immediately it felt like she was about to cum but she never moved her thumb fast enough. She stayed steady, putting on more lotion as she went. Micki was already in a pleasureful agony when Marissa and Sadie got back into the action. Marissa whispered into her ear, “you think my feet were ticklish you should see how ticklish my sister is” to punctuate her sentence she began to use her long red nails and began to play with her nipples. The decibels rose as Micki chortled and burst with howling laughter. Sadie without missing a beat whispered into her other ear, “My breasts are so ticklish too, would you like to tickle them?” Sadie then began to kiss her neck. Micki began to moan, the pleasure was all over her body, and the verbal teasing from Sadie and Marissa was giving her the mental image she always wanted. she barely felt it when Sadie stopped kissing her neck as Marissa started while continuing with her nails.

This was it she was going to cum she had **** she felt like she was right there. Almost instantaneously everything stopped and Sadie started tickling her bare feet. she went insane, screaming with laughter. she bucked so hard she knocked Gianna off of her legs. her feet were swinging wildly back and forth, Sadie was barely able to keep her nails on her soles and she was still in hysterics. Again, as if it was planned Marissa straddled her right ankle and Gianna her left both taking hold of her toes. They pulled them back both making her soles nice and taught and rendering them motionless. Saide went to work, dragging her nails all over her soles not neglecting one inch. Micki wasn’t sure if she was in heaven or if she was in hell! she just about jumped out of her skin when she used her long nails to tickle the base of her exposed toes. “Please stop, please please stopppp!” Micki screamed. Marissa reached back with her left foot and began to rub her mound with her foot “Nope still juicy wet, Sadie keep going she likes it!” This gave Sadie an idea, Micki was too exhausted to fight anymore, she could even pick her head up to see what was happening as Sadie hopped on the bed in between her legs.

She lay on her back continuing to tickle Micki’s feet with her nails, but she began to run her feet up her legs. Somehow Micki’s mind comprehended what was about to happen, she couldn’t survive this. she just about melted in to the bed when she felt her soft feet rub against her wet pussy and begin to slide up and down. she should have cum immediately, but the tickling on her feet kept just distracted enough from blasting off. Marissa and Gianna didn’t want to be outdone, they shifted their weight so there were now laying on their stomachs, along the sides of the bed. They stretched out their legs behind them leaving all 4 of their soles within Micki’s sight. They were a teasing target, if Micki could just free her arms, she would have grabbed them and ravaged there ticklish soles.

Instead, they were just a tantalizing sight. To make matters worse they each began to suck on Micki’s toes. she was no longer laughing no matter how hard Sadie tickled it was too much and the feeling from her nether region was finally winning out. she moaned louder and louder with each pump. she waited for Sadie to slow down, it wasn’t happening “they are finally going to let me cum” she thought to herself.” she was there, the pressure was just at the right point, but again as if on cue the girls all stopped and Sadie removed her feet. She continued tickling her feet as Gianna returned to her spot at her mound and Marissa back at her underarms. her body was so highly sensitized, she was right on the edge of cumming, now she was being tickled all over her body all at once. her skin was bright pink she could barely laugh. Finally, she passed out while in the midst of silent laughter.

When she awoke, she was still tied up and naked. her skin was still pink, and she was all sweaty from the physical exertion. Once they saw she was awake Gianna again held the phone in front of her face. Once again, she saw her wife Tiffany, she was too exhausted to say anything but Tiffany spoke “don’t ever keep anything from me again, I know this was part punishment but also part fantasy for you.” Micki just shook her head in the affirmative. Tiffany spoke to the group, “I assume she was a good girl?” They all yelled yes, Marissa adding “she was close, but she did a good job of keeping control.” Micki had lost her erection and wasn’t sure what to do, where were they going to unlock her? Did she even want to finish herself after all of this? she didn’t know if she could stand the touch. As if Tiffany was reading her mind she said “well good girls deserve a reward, Marissa it’s your wedding you can certainly have the honors. I love you Micki have a fun rest of your night.” Marissa took position between her legs, Micki waited for her to grab her. she was starting to get hard just from the anticipation when her eyesight went black. Gianna whispered in her ear, “the blindfold will only add to the bliss.” Micki gasped when she felt it, it wasn’t her hands but her feet that were sliding up and down her mound occasionally a toe wiuld slide inside her. she instantly became wet again, and her breathing sped up. she felt warm lips give soft kisses on the soles of her feet and knew it had to be Sadie. her body was tingling now Gianna leaned in close enough that her breath tickled her ears slightly and she just whispered “cum, go ahead good girl cum.” she was now just panting, Marissa picked up the pace rolling her lips like she was using sticks to start a fire as she moved up and down. she was there, just another second when Gianna whispered again “go ahead and cum, so we can tickle your sensitive body and start this all over.” her eyes just about popped out of her head as she squirted all over Marissa’s feet. She milked every bit out of her, she was in heaven. At the same time Gianna’s words sunk in so did all the ticklish fingers all over her body, starting with her breasts and rear.

*zxv* End of The Plus One

Chapter 33: Diego's Divorce: Abused wife's ****

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Nov 25th 2022

Sandy was in the middle of her weight training session when her cell phone announced the so -expected call. It was Andrea, the Dominatrix she hired to punish her wife. Finally she accepted to be her ticklish victim, a new **** to tickle ****. she watched the tape with the session, she was delighted with her incredibly sadistic skills breaking her wife, tormenting her with fantastic sadism. Now she wanted her.

–“Ok Andrea, this Friday at 5.00 pm” she said and went back to bench press for a final set. 10 repetitions with 200 pounds. “You’ll be mine bitch” she thought.

Erica and Andrea were planning the details of the ****. –“I want her to suffer, I want to break her, to humiliate her…SHE MUST PAY for what she has done to me since we married” said angrily Erica.

-“Keep cool, We ll get her and she will be your victim. I will teach you, I will guide you in her torment. I ll be your mentor”. Was Andrea s response.

-“I really appreciate your support Andrea, but why are you doing this? Its risky, Sandy is a dangerous person.” Asked the abused wife.

-“I am doing it for two reasons, first I like you, even when I tickle tortured you as hell I enjoyed to have sex with you…. and the other reason is that I hate your spouse. she is a bad guy, not only rude…..a bad lady who must be punished for her evil actions”. Answered the young brunette.

-“Have you ever been tickle tortured?” asked a visibly excited Erica.

-“Only by my girlfriend and a few other girlfriends, people I trust and love….maybe you will be my next tickler, we ll see…..” answered Andrea serious.

-“I d love that to happen my dear” said Erica and kissed her.

- “See you this Friday” said Andrea.

Sandy was 40 years old. An extremely successful businesswoman, rich and powerful. Sandy enjoyed power, in special she enjoyed being nasty and abusive with her employees and her wife which she considered a sexual toy, a tickle ****. she was about six feet in height , athletic and strong, her hobbies included martial arts, hunting and fishing. she liked to consider herself a predator or even a taller Amber Heard who she resembled greatly.

Thursday night, was a special night for the women. Erica, an athletic gym instructor with sad eyes felt that freedom was coming very soon. She was good looking but was quite miserable………now that was going to change. Besides, she was happy with her new friend. Andrea tickled her to tears but also gave one of her best ever sexual experiences.

Andrea went to sleep, she was excited, as a dominatrix she accepted two kind of deals: The sadist-masochist relationship where she tickle-**** her female victim, as she carefully selected her victim to be she enjoyed these games very much. She was merciless and gifted as a tickler but also knew when to stop and when to give her victims enough pleasure. The other scenario was different, she didn’t like it very much so her fee was almost inaccessible. It was her role as a punisher, and it meant simply tickle-**** for the pleasure of the contractor, not the victim. That was the deal when she worked on Erica s unbearably ticklish body, torturing her. She felt sorry for Erica and someday she will allow her to tie her and tickle **** her, they ll be very good lovers, they ll enjoy sex and role playing and they will be good friends. Tomorrow it was her will to help Erica emancipate from that monster.

At 5.00 pm Andrea arrived at the house. As ordered she was wearing the same jeans, shirt and leather flip flops. Sandy in her usually impolite manners said:-“Follow me”

They went upstairs, Erica was supposed to be outside town. The bedroom was big, the bed was huge with four iron posts with the proper restraint implements attached. From the ceiling a complex system of chains were waiting to suspend the victims limbs.

-“Undress and lay on the bed….DO IT SLOWLY!” ordered Sandy.

Andrea was an experienced Dominatrix but was quite frightened. Sandy was used to giving orders and was accustomed to be obeyed. she was a REAL dominant person, this was not role playing, this was the real thing, her eyes were steel cold.

She removed her shirt exposing her frail and sexy uperbody, her small but perfect breasts were inviting. She removed her flip flops completely exposing her small beautifully tanned feet, and did the same with her jeans so her firm legs with incredibly sexy knees were also bare.

She stood for a while naked, her glance was of lust but mainly of disdain. –“I said lay down!” she yelled. Silently, she laid down. she tied her wrists and did the same to her ankles. she admired her body and said:-“You are mine now bitch!”.

Suddenly she felt a prick in her neck.-“Ouch” she yelled and when she turned back she saw her wife, Erica holding a syringe. –“You BITCH!!” she yelled and attacked.

Erica felt her powerful body over her and for an instant thought it was all over…..but nothing happened, she was ****, still over her but sleeping as a baby. This would be her last attack.

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You tried desperately to escape Sandy's body. But as before, you had no control. Who knew what was coming?

When she realized her situation Sandy Yelled to her captors:-“ YOU BITCHES LET ME FREE OR ELSE!!!!!!”

-“Or else WHAT?” answered her wife and added –“Sandy this is the end of you abusing me……and its just the beginning of your ****. I swear you YOU WILL PAY for all this miserable years…..”

-“Fuck you IDIOT!!” answered menacing the prisoner.

-“Ah Sandy, I didn’t realize you were such an idiot! You are in no position to insult!” said Andrea smiling happily.

-“Listen you WHORE! When I finish with Erica its your turn BITCH!!!” replied the abusive wife.

-“We ll see!” said the Dominatrix and looking at Erica told her.-“Let me work her for a while, let me see how ticklish she is.

-“Its all yours, for now…..” said Erica happily and turning on the video camera said to her irritated spouse:-“I ll record your ordeal Sandy It ll be one of my favorite treasures”

Andrea went where her feet, they were toe-cuffed...absolutely helpless. She started just in her toes, light strikes…..the reaction was as expected FANTASTIC! At first she tried to resist the humiliation of the scream, the uncontrolled laugh…….seconds later she broke for the first time:

-“HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH!!! NOOOOOO!!!! BIIIIITCH!!! STOOOOOOP HAHAHAHAH!!”

-“Great Sandy, you are very lucky we ll drive you crazy tickling the hell out of you……..once I had a case, the spouse was not ticklish at all so I had to use more drastic methods….”said Andrea.

-“Now Erica, first of all, don’t ruin the ****, be controlled, explore her ticklishness slowly increasing her suffering as you have experienced by yourself remember that a proper tickling session can be HORRIBLE ****” said the tormentor

-“Yes Andrea, I m here to learn!” answered Erica and kissed her mentor

-“You fucking slutty, miserable, little whore!” yelled Sandy “ I swear I HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!NOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP !! HAHAHHAAHAH!!”

Andrea was using her gifted nails to stop her insults, she worked carefully, the balls of her feet were ticklish in ****. She also explored her heels and said to the wife:-“Well Erica, you can begin, just try where the heel meets the arch….”

Erica did exactly that and Sandy exploded again:-“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

Her reaction was the best gift Erica would experience in her life, she was actually breaking her, it was the end of her ordeal and the beginning of a long endless **** to Sandy, yes she was really at her mercy.

Sandy was confused, breathless and humiliated, she felt really bad, being tickled by her wife, her everyday ****….it was unbearable, she was the macho type, no woman would ever dare to confront her…but her submissive wife did. She planned it all and the execution of the plan was perfect. With Andrea, that bitch as the bait she fell in the trap. her muscles and martial arts expertise were completely useless. she knew it was going to be the worst experience in her life. she was right.

Both women were working in her ticklish arches, slowly and carefully they ran their sharp fingernails exploring her ticklishness, lightly sadistically. her screams and pleas were music specially for Erica now in control feasting in her soles in her ****, enjoying her ordeal, her own invention. -“OH LIFE IS SOOO GOOD!!” she said.

-“Lets stop for a while, its important to avoid her soles to get insensible to the torment” said the mentor and added –“ In a few minutes you ll lick your wife s soles cunt”

-“Never!” answer Sandy…but fear was beginning to show in her eyes. she was a tickling addict but only as a tickler, she hated to be tickled, there was no pleasure, no sexual comfort in being tickled she would not stand the torment.

It was Erica s turn, alone. She and her feet. Her nails and her soles.-“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOO!!!STOOOOOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE GIVE UUUPLEEEEEASE!!” She won.

Andrea kept explaining to her friend, she continued to teach:-“Remember when I tickled your soles Erica?

After a while I gave you sexual pleasure, it’s the only way to endure an otherwise unbearable ****….

so NO touching no caressing just plain hard tickle ****”.

-“Of course Andrea, lets leave tickle and sex for ourselves” answered Erica.

Her nails worked up and down, her ankles and tops, her arches……

among the greatest effects was obtained when they used the index fingernail from the smallest toe to the heel.

They worked there , a path of tickling and humiliation on and on until she was exhausted.

-“Sign this contract” ordered the wife “It’s the divorce deal, EVERYTHING TO ME AND NOTHING TO YOU!”

She tried to resist but Erica was an expert now. Her fingers did the necessary: -

“HAHAHAHAH!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OK STOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”

She signed. Anyway she kept tickling and she kept crying and begging but it was useless.

-“I am getting tired of this idiot and her screams” said Andrea and gagged her.

-“Now we can enjoy ourselves in peace”.

They kept tickling and stopping and beginning again showing no mercy excited with her silent ordeal,

they kept the **** until she fainted.

When she recovered her conscience her ankles were up, her legs spread and Andrea at her feet told her:-

“There is more to be done Sandy…….....so much more!"

“I am so happy, I was your **** in part for my own incompetence and fault.

But now thanks to Andrea I learned how to deal with your arrogance and hate….........

.now you have lost everything, your confidence and your money .”

-“Please Erica let me go I cant stand it no more!!!!”

-“Come on Sandy, lets go back to those unbearably ticklish soles…….we have plenty of time

…koootcheee kooooooootcheeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”

• More tickling

• Sodomy

• bastinadoA new story

• A different choice

Chapter 35: A new story

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Nov 25th 2022

"Seriously Mike, haven't you had enough? How much evil is inside you?" asked Dawn.

"You are the evil one, please no more!" you pleaded. "Then it's angel of mercy story!"

"I can't believe it," Nicole thought to herself.

"It's actually been pretty slow today. I've even gotten to have lunch!"

She chuckled silently to herself.

The Urgent Care clinic was usually pretty active, but only one or two patients had come in with minor ailments.

Nicole leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the calm.

Unfortunately, it didn't last. "Hey, Nicole!" She looked up and saw Dr. Williams wave her over.

"I need your help with this one." Nicole sighed, thinking,

"It couldn't last, I guess," then got up and went in the examination room.

Sitting on the table, to her surprise, was her blonde lesbian Tori!

"What happened, Tori?" she asked. Tori grimaced and replied,

"I was just playing some field hockey, and didn't see the hole in the field."

Dr. Williams tested her right ankle, looking over the swelling.

"I don't think it's too serious, but I want to immobilize it for a few weeks just in case."

"Nicole, please get a cast technician to put on a cast, then your friend can go home."

She scribbled something on a pad and added,

"Here is a prescription for an anti-inflammatory, to reduce the swelling."

"Thanks, Doc," Tori said. "Well, Nicole, looks like I won't be going out any time soon ."

"Don't worry, big girl. I'll drop by to check on you. And I'll make sure you get a GOOD cast," she teased.

She left the room and went to find Kate, the cast tech. Nicole had an idea...

Nicole checked in with Tori every other day, making sure the cast fit and was still secure.

Around the sixth day, she got a call from her.

"Hi, Nicole! Listen, I'm a little worried."

"My cast has gotten loose and I'd appreciate it if you could make sure it's still okay."

"Oh, and thanks SO much for the bright purple cast! It goes with EVERYTHING."

Nicole laughed and replied,

"Couldn't help myself, Tori. I need to get some things, so I'll be there in an hour, ok?"

She heard her say, "All right. See you then!" and hang up.

Little evil wheels began to spin in Nicole's mind.

She gathered a kit for her mission of "mercy"...

a child's toothbrush, assorted feathers, some Q-tips, baby oil, and some rope.

She knew that since the cast was loose,

It meant the swelling had gone down, leaving room at the bottom of the cast...

to insert all sorts of ticklish devices, to repay Tori for her previous "kindness" to her.

Nicole drove up to Tori's house, noting that one of her friends was there.

She recognized her as the redheaded friend that had brought her to the clinic, Ricki.

"Hi, Ricki!" she greeted her.

"Oh, hi, Nicole, right?"

"Right. Listen, would you like to help me play a trick on Tori?" Ricki grinned.

"What do you have in mind?" They conspired for a few minutes, then entered the house.

Tori was sitting in her recliner, with her feet raised.

"Hey, Nicole. Thanks for coming out," she said, unaware of what awaited.

"Oh, no problem! Now, let's see what's going on."

She pulled up a nearby chair, and positioned it in front of her upraised feet.

While this was going on, Ricki circled around behind the chair, waiting for her cue.

Nicole took out a wooden tongue depressor and stuck it down into the space at the bottom of the cast.

It slid down easily to the back, leaving some working room.

"Tori, would you just take a deep breath and relax? Let your arms down at your sides and hang there," she instructed.

She complied, relaxing her body.

Ricki saw the opening, and took both wrists, wrapped them behind the chair.

She then tied them together with the rope Nicole had given her.

At the same time, Nicole looped a rope around Tori's ankles, tying them to the footrest.

"Hey! What's going on?" Tori yelled, surprised.

Ricki laughed and said, "Just helping Nicole give you some 'therapy,' babe." she lightly smacked Tori's arm, and went outside.

"Therapy?" Tori repeated, realizing what was happening.

Nicole smiled evilly.

"When you told me there was extra room in your cast, I knew the swelling had gone down."

"So now, I can...pay you back for the 'help' you gave me."

She raised the child's toothbrush up so she could see it, then said in her best doctor's voice, "This won't hurt a bit."

Tori didn't even bother to protest. she clamped her eyes shut, trying to block out the tickling sensations.

Nicole first took the blunt edge of the toothbrush, running it up and down the sole of her foot.

"How are those reflexes, babe?" she taunted.

Tori gritted her teeth and got out, "F-fine, heh, just fine." her toes flexed, trying to shake off the ticklish caress.

"Maybe I should move to the next level, then," she cheerfully replied.

She flipped the small toothbrush around, scrubbing underneath the curl of the toes on her large size 7 foot.

There was no holding back now! she let out a loud,

"HAAAHAAAAAHAA! Noooo-ho-ho-hooooo! Ni-cooooole! AHHH!" Tori strained at the ropes, roaring with laughter.

It had been a long time since she had been on the receiving end of any tickling, and her resistance was weak.

"HEEEHEEEHEEEEE! WHA-HAAHAAAAAAA!"

Nicole put a mockingly worried expression on her face.

"Hmm, not much response to the reflex test. Maybe I should compare it to the good leg."

She took out a stiff feather from her bag, inserted it between the toes on her left foot, and began pulling it through slowly.

"AHHHH! HEEHEEEEE! You-hoo-hoo are going to ge-heh-t it, sooooo bad! HAAHAAAAAAHAAA!"

She added her fingernails to the instep, while stroking the toes with the feather.

Try as she might, Tori couldn't move her foot out of the tickling range nor get loose from her bonds.

"HAAHAAAHAA! HOOOOHOOHOOOOO! H-h-how's THAT for re-hee-hee-flexes?"

• Dawn offers herself

• Dawn offers the boyMore tickling

• Another tickling tale

• Another choice

Chapter 36: More tickling

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Nov 25th 2022

She laughed herself and replied, "Pretty good, but let's see the full range of those reflexes."

Nicole, extremely ticklish herself, occasionally enjoyed the other side of tickling.

It was rare for her to be in the role of tickler and she was out to enjoy herself.

She knew all too well how it felt, which made it even more fun.

"Perhaps it's time I tried the feather inside your cast," Nicole stated.

"NO!" Tori pleaded. "Please, Nicole, don't do that!!!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I must. I'm sure I read about this treatment in one of my nurses' handbooks."

Tori looked dismayed. "What handbook was that?"

Nicole's grin appeared both angelic and mischievous.

"Why, 'Bedside Manners: A Practical Guide for the Dominant Nurse,' by the Marquis DeSade."

"So, what do you think? I made perfect marks in that class."

With that, Nicole proceeded to slip the feather down the foot of the cast.

Tori sputtered, then laughed outright at the contact of the feather to her now-overly sensitive foot.

"St-stooopppp!" Tori pleaded through her laughter. "Aww, what's the matter?" Nicole teased.

"Is that foot just a little sensitive after being cooped up in that cast for the last 6 days?"

Knowing JUST how sensitive an appendage can be after being enclosed in a cast,

Nicole put every tickling maneuver she knew into the tickling of Tori's casted foot.

She made the feather swirl and dance across her foot.

She tried to focus the tip so that it caressed the arch over and over again.

Through it all, she teased her with her words.

"Tickle, tickle, cootchie cootchie coo! Poor baby, all ticklish and the bad ol' nurse keeps tickling your feet."

"Hmmm, should I stop or tickle you some more?" All Tori could do was laugh and yell, "PLEASE!"

Deliberately misunderstanding, Nicole laughed and replied,

"You don't have to beg, I'll be HAPPY to tickle you some more!"

Putting the feather aside, she said,

"Now, let's see what else I have in my little black bag. I think maybe I have something right, no, not this yet"

"hmm, now where in the world did I put...Ah, ha! I knew I'd remembered to pack this!"

She removed some baby oil and Q-tips.

Dipping the Q-tips in the oil, Nicole made a point of saying, "This MAY take awhile, so just relax, okay?"

Tori, whose giggling was finally coming under control, couldn't help but look to see exactly what Nicole was doing.

"Oh, NO! Not THOSE! AHHHH!" She rubbed the cotton tips up along the helpless, bare soles, along the insteps.

The reaction was electric.

"Hee, hee, HAAAHAAAA! WHO-HOOOOOO!" Tori's head whipped from side to side,

while her voice grew hoarse from laughter.

Nicole chuckled in glee, moving the Q-tip in between her toes, watching them squirm in ticklish torment.

"NOOOOOO! No-ho mo-hooore!" Tori managed to get out between fits of hilarity.

"Ple-hee-hee-ase, no more on my feet! Anything but that!"

She continued stroking all over her helpless feet, causing raucous jags of laughter from her captive.

"Anything but tickling your tender feet, eh?" Nicole asked.

"Hee, ha, ye-heh-ess. Anything!" Tori gasped.

"All right, I'm not totally merciless."

"If you let me tickle you anywhere but your feet for another five minutes, I promise not to tickle them," she offered.

Realizing that this was the only game in town, she replied, "Okay, you win."

Nicole removed the Q-tips and moved her chair over to the side of the recliner.

She took a feather and lightly ran it underneath her chin, along her neck.

Tori kept trying to pin the feather under her chin, but Nicole kept deftly moving it.

"Heehee, th-hah -at's me-hee-hee-n!" She smiled at the meek protest.

She then took her fingers and ran them along her ribcage, making giggle and squirm.

"Hmm, your heart's racing, young lady!" Nicole gleefully chided.

"HaaaHAAAHAAA! HEEEHEEHEEEE! I'll g-g-et you! Hoooohaaa!" Tori weakly retorted.

She began counting ribs individually.

"One, two, three...now you've made me lose count! One, two..."

she flinched and laughed, then laughed some more, not so secretly loving every minute of her tickling caresses.

Nicole checked her watch, and dutifully reported, "

That's my five minutes, babe." Tori calmed down to giggles, and said,

"Th-thank, hee, goone-heh-ss. Hee, hee, hee."

She untied the ropes, then said, "It looks like everything's all right here. My work is done."

Tori smirked and quipped, "What a humanitarian."

She got her crutches and stood up to face Nicole.

They gave each other a big hug, and Tori kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks a lot for the visit. I needed it," Tori said honestly.

Nicole blushed a little and said, "So did I. I'll see you at the clinic next week. Time for the cast to come off."

she nodded and replied, "I'll be there."

Tori walked her to the door, and watched her get into her car. Nicole waved goodbye and pulled out.

"And then, maybe I can 'take care' of you so more," she thought mischievously.

********

And you howl as Tori was suspended over the bed as Nicole began dusting her ass.

"So dirty here, maybe I need a vacuum?" she paused, before taking something out of her back.

• Vibrator

• Strap-on

• Dawn interrupts

• New storyA different option

Chapter 37: RECAP

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Nov 25th 2022

Jill walked up to her room, exhausted from her day.

Her long black hair were always in her face, covering her left eye.

Her blue shirt and skirt were ruffled as walking inside, wearily.

Her flats shuffled along the carpet as she made her way to her room.

As she walked up to her room, she heard rustling on the other side.

"OUT OF MY ROOM JAMIE!" She yelled as she walked in.

However, once she opened the door, she was immediately blindfolded. A gag followed shortly afterwards.

She attempted to fight back, but her attacker managed to grab her arms and tie her wrists together.

It was then that she knew that she couldn't fight anymore.

Luckily, her attacker lead her to her bed. She laid down and tried to kick.

However, her attacker sat on her legs and tied her ankles together.

"Much better, don't you say?" She heard a familiar voice say.

She tried to kick her with all her strength, but it was too late.

She already got her in a hogtie position. Now she is completely at her mercy.

Luckily, her gag and blindfold were taken off shortly after she has been restrained.

"BRENDA! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" She yelled, knowing her parents aren't home.

"Aww, but I just wanted to play a little."

She said as she took off her flats.

Jill immediately began to but her lip out of instinct.

"H-hold on. Let's not play that game. We can talk about this."

She began to plead with Brenda.

"Nope." Brenda said as she removed her pink socks from her size 10, smooth feet.

She smirked as she looked at her captive with her green eyes.

Her blue shirt fit tightly on her abdomen while her gym shorts loosely fit her waist and thighs.

Her short blonde hair was just out of view of the mirror across from them.

Jill immediately bit her lip as she felt her fingers lightly **** her bare feet.

She refused to let Brenda have the satisfaction of hearing her laugh

"Cmon, just laugh for me." Brenda begged in a teasing voice.

"No!" Jill yelled before any resemblance of laughter managed to escape her lips.

Brenda frowned as she began to tickle her toes. "NOOOO OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"

She begged before laughing. She forgot that Brenda knew her worst tickle spots.

"That's the laugh I wanted to hear." Brenda said as she kept tickling her toes.

"I love that laugh. Miss it when I'm at school." "SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUTAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHUHUHUHUHUHUHUPAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She laughed while squirming slightly.

She desperately tried to get away, but Brenda prevented her from rolling away.

"You know you like it." Brenda teased as she tickled her soles again.

"STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOPAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHASE"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She begged.

To her surprise, Brenda stopped tickling her feet.

She began panting and looked into the mirror.

She didn't know how red her face has gotten during the couple seconds of ****.

"What do you want?" She asked her while regaining her breath.

"What do you mean?" Brenda asked with an innocent smile on her face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Jill asked as she tried to turn her head to look at her.

She was failing badly with each attempt.

"Because I miss your laugh."

Brenda teased as she poked her sides.

Jill jumped at her touch. "Bullshit!" Jill yelled. She knew Brenda well.

She knew she wanted something, but didn't know what she wanted.

"Fine. I guess you know me to well." Brenda admitted. "I just want to know a secret I heard."

She added as she began to tickle her soles again. Jill let out a couple giggles before recomposing herself.

She bit her lip, trying to keep her laughter inside. "Why are you holding it in?"

"Becauhuhuhusehahahahahahahahahaha!" She managed to answer before dissolving to a giggling mess.

"Not an answer." Brenda said as she tickled her toes again.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHANOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOTAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHATHETOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOESAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"; She pleaded as she wiggled her feet around.

"Then tell me what I wanna know." Brenda teased as she kept tickling her toes.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAOKOKOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILLTEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHHE " "HELLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAA!" She laughed, giving into her demands.

"Well, you can start." Brenda said as she tickled her soles.

She didn't know that she would keep tickling her while she's talking. "HahahahahahahahahahaIvehiddenahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahastashofahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"hacandyunderthebeheheehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehed!" She admitted.

"Wasn't what I was looking for, but I'm glad to know its there." Brenda admitted as she kept tickling her

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaiforgotahahahaha"

"hahahahahahahayourlas tahahahahahahahahahahahahahathreehe"

"hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehebirthdays!" She admitted, hoping that she'll let her go.

"So that's why I didn't get a birthday reminder for the last three years from you."

"Oh well, I forget my own birthday most of the time anyway." Brenda said in a happy tone.

She began to tickle her toes again, getting slightly bored with her giggles.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

:HAHAHAHANOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OHOHOHOMOHOHOHOHOHOHOREAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She begged as she squirmed.

"I'll stop when you tell me what I wanna know." Brenda said as she kept tickling her toes.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOKOKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAITOLDEVERYONEAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAYOURWORSTFEARAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She said through her laughter. She knew tears were running down her face at this point.

"Wait! So it was you!" Brenda said in shock as she stopped tickling her.

Jill took the opportunity to catch her breath. "Well, nice to know, but not what I'm looking for."

She said before ruining Jill's momentary reprieve.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She begged as she tried to kick her. "I'll give you a hint. It has to do with our current status."

Brenda said as she began to tickle between her toes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTTHEREAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOKOK!"

Jill begged as she laughed and cried from the tickling. She could barely say anything other than laughter.

"Then go on." Brenda said as she kept tickling between her toes.

Jill could barely form the thought due to all the tickling. She couldn't fight anymore, nor could she do anything but laugh.

"I LIKE YOU!" She screamed through all her laughter.

To her surprise, she felt her fingers get away from her feet. She took the time to regain her breath.

"I like you too." Brenda said as she kisses the back of her head. Jill blushed at the response as she squirmed slightly.

"Can I be untied now?" She asked while trying to look at her.

"I will. After I pay you back for what you let everyone know about me." She said with a smirk on her face.

"Please don't!" Jill begged as she squirmed. "I don't wanna be tickled anymore!"

"Fine." Brenda said as she began to untie Jill.

As soon as she was untied, she turned to her and kissed her lips.

After about a minute, she pulled away and smiled at her. "Not mad?" she asked.

"I hate you so much right now. By the way, it's your turn." She said as she grabbed the rope.

• Dawn offers the boy

• Dawn offers anal sex

• Dawn offers a gang bangContinue Recap

• Another choice

Chapter 38: Continue Recap

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Nov 25th 2022

Within seconds, Brenda found herself hog tied with Jill sitting just behind her.

"I said I'm sorry!" She yelled as loud as She could.

Her gym shorts were pulled up past her knees to expose her bare legs and g-string.

Her shirt has been taken off, allowing access to her whole body.

Her long blonde hair has, however, remained untouched. "Sorry ain't gonna cut it this time."

Jill said with a sadistic smile. "It's time for payback!"

Brenda began to squirm in her binds, making it slightly harder for Jill.

"How did you learn how to tie these knots?" She asked.

"You." She said as her fingers began to slowly explore her sides.

Her hair lightly touched the bottom of her feet, sending small sensations up her body.

"Payback time!!!"

"Hehehehehehehehehehehstopitahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"hahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahaha." Brenda giggled while squirming under her tormentor.

"Awwww, don't go whining already. Can't you handle a little tickling?"

Jill teased as she kept lightly tickling her sides. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"hahahahahahahanohohohohohahahahahahahahaha"

"hahahahahihihihihihihahahahahahahahahacant!" She admitted.

"Look at the big tough girl break after a little tickling." She teased as she began to tickle her waist.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahshuhuhuhuhutahahahahahahahahaitahahahahaha "

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHA!"

She began to laugh as She squirmed ever so slightly in her bonds.

"Am I being told what to do? Time to put the bad girl in her place." Jill said as she began to tickle her feet.

Her voice got higher the longer she tickled Brenda.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOKOKOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Brenda laughed while trying to free herself from her tormentor.

"Glad to hear that you're ok with me tickle you." Jill teased as she kept tickling.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTWHATIMEANTAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She laughed louder.

"Just imagine that every night, we will be kissing each other and then I'll tie you up and tickle you."

She teased while laughing softly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANYTHINGBUTTHATAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIMSORRYIMSORRYAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" ; She begged.

"Don't worry, I forgot about the fact that you tickled tortured me to confess my feelings to you a few minutes ago."

She said as she stopped tickling her.

Brenda panted heavily as She tried to break her binds once again.

"If you forgot about it, then why don't you untie me." She requested.

"But the fun hasn't even started yet." Jill said as she got up.

She walked over to her dresser and began to dig through her draws.

A few minutes later, she walked back to Brenda and sat by her feet.

"Look what I got." She said as she waved a hairbrush in her view.

"Oh please. Not that. Anything but that." She begged as She began to squirm.

"It'll be fun though. Trust me, you won't be able to stop laughing."

She teased before setting the brush behind her.

She began to lightly tickle her sides again. "Let us begin again, shall we?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahanomorehahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"hahahahahahahah ahahahahahahapleasehahahahahahahahahahaha."

She giggled while squirming more and more.

"But we just began." Jill said while her nails began to dig into her sides.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHASTOPSTOPSTOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brenda begged.

"Nope. Not until I am satisfied." She said as she began to tickle up and down her sides.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHILLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATELLYOUHAHAHA"

:HAHAHAHAHAHANYTHINGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "

She begged as She just laid there, laughing.

"Go ahead. I doubt it'll help your situation." She said as she kept tickling her sides.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIALWAYSAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAWANTEDAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHTODATEYOUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brenda confessed as She laughed.

"Awwww that's cute. I'm happy you chose me."

Jill said as she began to tickle her feet with her nails.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAILEARNEDAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAYOUWERETICKLISHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAFROMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARACHEL!" She confessed while wiggling her feet.

"I'll pay her back then. Thanks for the info." She said as she kept tickling her feet. "Anything else?"

+"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILEARNEDTHATAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYOULIKEDMEHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAFROMLAURAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA!"

She laughed while trying to get away.

"I'll pay her back, too. Thanks baby." She said while grabbing the hairbrush.

She began to brush her feet.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAPLEASEPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Brenda pleaded as tears began to form in her eyes.

"But I'm not satisfied yet." Jill said as she kept brushing Brenda's feet. "Tell me you love me."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"HAHAHAILOVEYOUILOVEYOUHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHA." Brenda frantically shouted during her laughter.

"Now say that you love this." She requested as she kept tickling her feet.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHILOVEITAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHILOVEITAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! " She laughed as tears streamed down her face.

"Glad to hear that." She said while setting the brush next to them.

Brenda began to pant heavily as She felt the binds coming lose. "I think I'll give you a break."

"Thanks." Brenda said as She kept panting. She felt her wrap her arms around her.

She kept hugging her tight as she began to nuzzle her back. "I can't wait to do this to you over and over." She teased.

"Ya, right. You just tortured me for a bit." Brenda argued. You wanted to kill Brenda. Why encourage her>

Suddenly, She felt Jill's nails lightly go up and down her sides. "Is someone denying me?" She asked.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahanohohohohohahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha& #34;

"hahahahahahahahahahahapleasehahahahahahahaha!" She giggled while squirming under Jill.

"Glad to hear that." She said as she stopped. "I can't wait to continue tomorrow." She said with a sadistic smile on her face.

• Tomorrow

• You become Rachel

• You become Laura

• Dawn interruptsAnother choice

Chapter 39: Another choice: Cheerleader Attack Part 1

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Jan 22nd 2023

When the cheerleading squad had finally perfected their routine, they were all exhausted and bored.

They retired to the changing rooms to have a hot shower and go somewhere fun for the rest of the evening. It had been a long day.

Dana suppressed a giggle as she remained hidden in a locker which had, very foolishly she thought, been left open.

The locker was bare, so she assumed it was a disused locker and she would never be discovered hiding in it,

watching the sexiest girls in college get undressed. 10 minutes went by, 10 minutes of pure bliss for Dana.

The best part, besides seeing all the girls naked, was that she had done something no other lesbian had ever dared

to do before, and would undoubtedly become a legend when the story broke.

she was really looking forward to telling her pals about it the next day.

More time went by, until only the elite remained:

Melissa, Rhonda, Kelly, Lisa, and Megan, the cheerleaders who were the cream of the crop,

who decided who would get a place on the squad,

who remained on the team from year to year while others came and went,

and who were, inarguably, the sexiest girls around.

#Dana was just beginning to feel that her luck couldnt get any better,

when the door of the locker was suddenly wrenched open,

and she was pulled out of it by Kelly and Rhonda.

she barely had time to react when she was thrown to the ground,

stripped completely naked, and had her arms and legs tied down in an X shape.

she took one look and her heart sank.

In each of the girls' faces was etched a smirk.

Not just any smirk, but the most ominous and sadistic smirk she'd ever seen.

she had a sudden, awful thought:

it was a well known fact that she was the most ticklish girl in school, and,

indeed, it had been used against her in a very minor way on more than one occasion.

she had the sinking feeling, however, that this was no minor occasion.

she had begun to take in more specific details of her surroundings.

Each of the girls had long, shiny, black fingernails.

They were all naked.

And melissa, the obvious leader of the group, held in one hand a huge, bushy feather.

"Well, Dana," she said, in a very flirty and teasy voice:

"looks like you did a very good job.

You sneaked in here, where no girllover has ever dared venture before now, and hid,

completely without detection. you saw us undress,

and will undoubtedly have a great laugh spreading the story of your cunning tomorrow.

Except for one small detail. We all saw you coming in.

The mirror against the wall there is in fact a one-way window into the gym.

You've heard, I think, that no one who dare to even attempt what you attempted?

This is why. Every single one who's tried this before has been left a nervous wreck.

in time, of course, people dismiss the stories they bring back with them as fanciful nonsense. T

Tonight, I think, you're about to find out just how true it all is".

With a nod from melissa, the girls began to tickle every inch of Dana's body.

Megan and Rhonda took one foot each,

Lisa took her underarms, kelly and Melissa took her belly,

the feather adding that bit extra to her agony.

she shrieked and began a tirade of helpless laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHA NO HAHAHA STOP!!!" she shouted

"That's it, Dana" Lisa giggled, "music to my ears as you beg for mercy, completely helpless,

a toy for our enjoyment. You surely dont think we'll give you up that early~?"

"Oh no, my dear" melissa purred,

"we're going to keep you here for hours and hours, at our mercy.

It's Friday, you know... No one will need to use this room over the weekend...

We might just keep you here for the next 2 days!!!"

"Aww, you're scaring her, Melissa!" Kelly grinned, "

Dont be so cruel to her... I want to do that, too!"

The girls all laughed and continued torturing Dana.

she screamed and begged for mercy again and again.

The only response she got were cackles and taunting remarks.

"Hey, look what I've got!" Megan called, as she reached into her bag.

She pulled out two large electric toothbrushes.

Her smirk grew wider, and Danas eyes widened in horror.

"One for each of us, Rhonda!" She tossed one over, and Rhonda caught it with delight.

"Awww! How will you stand it? It's going to tickle so much, you poor baby..."

She purred in a tone of mock sympathy.

"3, 2, 1, GO!" Megan cackled, and switched on her toothbrush...

Dana's laughter exploded into a noise level rarely heard before.

Megan was running the toothbrush along the underside of her toes,

occasionally slipping between them.

Rhonda was tickling her arch,

sometimes taking her by surprise by suddenly slipping up to her toes and back down.

Melissa and kelly were tickling her sides,

sending maddening goosebumps sensations through her exposed chest,

her nipples hardening fast. Lisa was smirking down at her while tickling her underarms.

she launched into a fresh tirade of begging:

"P-P-Please Lisa HAHAHA make it stop! HAHAHAHAHAHAH"

Lisa responded "I would, poor baby, but it's sooooo much fun watching you squirm.

I could just sit back and watch you plead with me for hours... As, indeed, I plan to do!"

She cackled and redoubled her attack on her underarms.

Then, all of a sudden, the tickling stopped. Dana barely had time to register her relief when the combined efforts of the girls gave her the most intsense rasberry he'd ever felt. the sensation was replaced quickly with another sensation, one which she couldnt stand, yet didnt want to lose. Melissa had begun to tickle her lips, and was stroking her long fingernails up and down her entrance. Within seconds, to her horror and surprise, her clit was fully erect and glistening liquid. Lisa giggled and said "wow, looks like you enjoy this a lot more than you let on!". Dana stared, mortified, as melissa pumped inside her. All of her urges were now replaced with a single desire to climax. Almost there, almost there, and finally - nothing. Melissa stopped stroking her, smirked, and the girls began to tickle her again.

"No... NO!!!" she yelled. The girls giggled heartlessly and continued to tickle her. Never before, had she been that close only to be brought crashing down. Never. Lisa kissed her gently on the forehead, and purred teasingly: "Aww, you didn't think we'd let you off that easily, did you?" with an evil smirk, she resumed tickling her underarms. all thought of orgasm disappeared, and in fact her nipples and clit weren’t even erect anymore. Kelly's sharp fingernails tormented her belly with ease; Kelly's movements looked almost graceful as she tortured her. Melissa rummaged in her bag and took out, to her utter horror, a large hairbrush. She handed it to megan, who began to ruthlessly scratch it all over her soles. she was in tickle hell again, and there was no getting out. she felt the familiar sensations on her lips again, but this time the tickling did not stop. she was getting close, so close... she would surely manage it this time...

With a cackle, melissa squeezed her clit, and let go. she screamed in frustration. This was a whole new experience for her, and she didnt know how long she could stand it before she went completely insane. Then the tickling stopped. Lisa had pulled over a chair, and was now towering above her. She sat, dangling her high heels above her.

"Dana," she said, "I can give you release... If I want to." She giggled again. "You're completely at my mercy now. If you worship and kiss my feet for the next few minutes, I _MAY_ consider it. "

Stan immedietely began dutifully worshipping Lisa. Lisa sat back and enjoyed the thought of it, of Dana, completely debasing herself for the mercy which only she could grant her. After a few minutes of this, Lisa got up and slipped her shoes back on. She took a long, sweaty nylon sock out of her bag and stuffed it into her mouth. she didnt protest. She then began to pump her. She teased her a couple of times, but then began to pump harder. Dana exploded, and for a few moments the world was gone, it was just herself and Lisa, her goddess, giving her the release she felt like he'd been wanting forever.

All too soon it was over. With amused looks, the girls took their places once again. "Hey Melissa", Lisa said, " I've heard that a girl is even MORE ticklish if she's just orgasmed... Is it true, do you think?"

"Only one way to find out" Melissa giggled. Dana's eyes widened in horror as she said "it's only 7. We've got 2 whole days ahead of us with no chance of being discovered here..."

Chapter 40: Holy Feather Dusters with Stephanie Brown.

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Feb 25th 2023

Stephanie's eyes fluttered open, and she was immediately shocked to find herself still in full costume. She NEVER went to sleep still dressed as Robin....unless....Her senses slowly returned to her as she began to remember what had happened. her first thought was that she had been captured by some villain again, that they had broken into the Batcave and kidnapped her while she was asleep. She began to panic and reached for her belt-

She then discovered that her arms were tied, and she was completely unable to move them. Worse yet, they were tied high above her head, to a pole sticking out of a wall. she moaned softly, the image of Catwoman coming into her head. Could this be her work again? How did she get into the Batcave? Where was she? Then to her dismay, she realized that not only her wrists had been tied, but so had her ankles. They had been secured to a table in front of her which was bolted into the ground. she herself was sitting in a cushioned metal chair.

Luckily, however, her boots were still on. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she had originally thought.

Robin then began to study her surroundings- they were nothing like last time. Last time her had awoken in a white room, her legs through an old-fashioned pair of stocks, her arms above her head. her chair had been wood and with the face of a cat on the front. There had also been a speaker in the room, obviously connected to Catwoman. This time was very different.she was in some sort of stone room which seemed to be somewhere underground- very familiar. The Batcave?! It suddenly hit her thatshe was in one of the old storage rooms where they usually kept the evidence that the police didn't want. But it had been emptied, and an overhead light had been added, but it was still the same room. What was going on here?!

Robin then heard footsteps just outside the closed door of the room.she swollowed hard, but tried to be brave. Afterall,she could handle this, right?she was Robin, the protector of Gotham City.

Granted she was the first female Robin ever since her ex-boyfriend had taken up with Cassie Sandmark as the Red Robin. It still galled her to think about it....she had been in much worse situations than this....so why was she so scared? The door slowly began to open, the familiar Batcave slowly appearing to her through it. A shadowed figure stood in the darkness. Robin swollowed again. Suddenly Batgirl stepped out of the shadows.

"Barbara?!" Robin exclaimed, "You- you did this? What the-"

"I asked you to go with me." Batgirl replied, a slight smile on her face. "But you're too scared and you know it. Im tired of being the little girl around here when really the only one who can't handle the situation is YOU."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Oh, darling, Batwoman told me all about your....um...."ticklish" situation with Catwoman...I know the real reason why you don't want to go..."

"She told you?!"

"It helps to have connections" she replied, her smile growing. "Now i gave you a chance, and you said no. But I'll be nice this one last time, and ask you politrly to come with me. Or do I have to prove to Batwoman I really am the stronger one by forcing you to say you'll go?"

"Barbara.....this is insane....cut me down....I'm not going! So what, now you know why I won't go, I'm sure you have weaknesses too! Why is this so important to you? You're acting like a spoiled little brat!"

"Oh yeah?" Batgirl replied, lifting her eyebrows. She slowly began to stroll in a circle around Stephanie. "Hmm...I wonder if you're still ticklish through that suit..."

"Barbara! Don't do this! Don't you dar-hahahahahahaha!!!!!"she suddely exploded as Batgirl began digging her nails into her "exposed" ribs. She was pushing in as much as possibal, but throught her suit, it felt like light tickling, which drove her even more crazy. Barbara just smiled again.

"Wow, you really are as ticklish as Kate said..." she giggled, allowing her fingers to explore her entire rib cage. "Wonder how thick your suit is under your arms..."

"Hahahaaa..nono!....haHAhahahaa....HAhahaha! NO! Hehehahaha-S-s-s-sthahahaap!" Stephanie laughed as Batgirl began to tickle her armpits. "I-...I-...HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! D-DONT!! hahahahaSTOP!!!"

"Don't stop? Whatever you say Stephanie..."

"HahahHAHAhahahHA......hehehahahahaha!!! No!!! Hahahaha...no-hohohoh...."

"Are you coming with me?" she asked sweetly, raising her voice a bit so it could be heard over her laughter. Stephanie wanted to say yes,she really did. But after the tickle tourture she received last time from Catwoman....an event which she promised to repeat again in order to get Batwoman's real name out of her...she refused to go back.she had been held captive there for eight hours before Batwoman was able to locate and save her. Also, Stephanie knew that Batwoman would be back soon, and she would put a stop to this insanity, soshe tried her best to shake her head.

"No?" Batgirl asked, honestly surprised. "Well, I think I'll be able to change your mind..." she began to walk around Robin again, this time moving towards her feet. Robin closed her eyes as she tried to regain her breath, her head tilting foward. Barbara smiled again. "Are your feet really as ticklish as Kate says?"

Now Robin's eyes opened wide, her head snapping to attention. "W-what?"she gasped, "My...my feet? N-no...not at all...."

she swallowed, "You'd really just be wast...wasting your t-time...Now let me down!! Kate will be back any........and minute...."

"Well....I'll just have to keep you occupied until she returns..." Batgirl said softly, smiling, as she began to pull off her right boot. "Promise your feet aren't ticklish?"

"Don't do this..." Robin begged softly. Batgirl finished sliding off her boot, and ran a single nail along the sole of her foot. Robin clenched her teeth together, desperately trying to fight laughing. Batgirl's smile grew and she added another finger, stroking her foot the opposite way with it. Stephanie felt her face get red but still held on. Suddenly, Batgirl attacked her foot both both hands, her nails going wild on her sole. Robin exploded with laughter.

"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOO!!!! B-B-BAAAHAHAHATGRL, HAHAHAHAHA, S-STOP!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! HAHAHAHAHA HA HA HAHAHA HAAAA!!!!! N-N-NOT MY F-F-FEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"What's that? You want the other one too? Alright Stephanie, whatever you say..." Barbara teased, sliding off her other boot with one hand while she continued tickling her bare foot with the other. As soon as her boot was off she began dragging her nails up and down her naked soles in synchronized fashion, from the bottom of her heals all the way to the base of her toes.

"NOOHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!! I..haha.....I.....HAHAHAHAHAH, NOHOHOHOH!!! NOHOOO MOHOHORE!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! NOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

"Tickle tickle tickle..." Batgirl taunted, her eyes smiling at her captive, obviously enjoying this, "Kitchy kitchy coo...."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! NO MORE!!!! AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! SSSSSTOHAHAP!!!! H-H-HOLY NOOOOOOOOOHO-HO-HO!!"

"Are your toes ticklish, Robin?"

"HAHA N-N-NOT THEREHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!"

"Coochie coochie coo..." she laughed, "Who's the little girl now, huh?"

"Im....hahaha....Im....HAHAHAHA...S-S-SSSSSOOOORRRRRRRHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! 34;

"Not yet...you will be though...."

"haHAHAHAhahahaHAHAHAAAAA!!! B-B-BARBARA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"It's no use, Steffy baby...I can tickle you as much as I want and there's nothing you can do about it.....you dont even know how long im going to do this for....I could do this for HOURS...."

"NO-HAHAH!!"

Batgirl stopped tickling with one hand for a moment, enough time to pull a stiff red feather out of her utility belt. "Hmm...." she giggled "Maybe this will make you change you mind about coming with me tonight...." With that she began stroking it up and down her left sole, while tickling her other foot with her free hand. Robin immediately began to beg for mercy.

"HAHA-NOOO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! P-P-PLEASEEEEEEE!!!!! HAHAHAHAhahaHA!!! STOP!!!!!"

"Wow, Robin, you have SUCH ticklish feet! How could you ever say that you didn't? I should punish you for lying to me..."

Poor Stephanie couldn't even respond, she would out of breath and laughing silently, tears rolling over her black mask. she didn't know how much more of this she could take-she prayed to pass out. However,she remembered clearly that she had wished for the same things when Catwoman's Pussycats were tourturing her, and she laughed for eight hours straight! Suddenly she knew what she had to do. Working up all her strength, she shouted "I...hahaHAAAAA....I hehahahhoohhaaaaaaHA! I'll G-G-GOOHOHOHOHOOOOO!"

"You'll what?" Batgirl teased, smiling, tickling faster. "I'LL GOHOHOHOOOO! I'LL D-D-DOOO IT... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!"

"Really?" Batgirl asked, bending her toes on her left foot gently back, "That's good to know....because next I was going to do this to you!" she laughed, attacking the base of her toes, her far most ticklish spot. Stephanie practically jumped out of her skin, laughing harder than she ever had before. Batgirl was completely ruthless, using first her nails, the picking up the feather and going in between her toes, tickling her practically to ****. Robin's face was bring red, and a steady stream of tears were now flowing over her mask. she was soaked in sweat, her short brown hair pasted to her forhead.

"M-MERCY!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA, m-m-MERCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHA........s-s-STOP....HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEASZEEEE!!!!"

"Alright" Batgirl said, lifting her hands from her feet, "I'll stop. Now Stephanie....tell me the truth darling....are you coming with me or not?"

Robin could barely breath, all she could do was nod her head weakly, her entire body limp. Barbara grabbed her face in her hand, forcing her to meet her gaze."are you coming yes or no?"

"Y....y...yes...."she said softly, her words coming out in small breaths.

Chapter 41: Barbara does not believe Stephanie

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Mar 11th 2023

“Steffi….I don’t think you are telling me the truth.” Barbara shook her head as the green garment made way exposing Stephanie’s thongs. “My, my, Ms Brown! You were going to make Cassie very happy! Not very virtuous , I must say.” Stephanie glared at Barbara, who frowned in reply. “I think you need more convincing. Perhaps here?” Stephanie screamed as the thongs fell to her knees and the feather assaulted her lips. Her shrieks and cries gave way to howls and screeches as laughter poured from her throat like honey.

“Oooooo! I have a bad spot! Poor wittle Steffi got a twicklish puss-puss! Did Catwoman do this to you? I thought her pussies played with you, but maybe they played with yours?” Barbara was loving this. The rudeness of Tammy Drake’s ex was counteracted by her suffering. Mike was going delirious. How much more suffering could Dawn put her through before she was done. She would never so much as look at a girl again, if she could be free of tickling and the threat of penetrative sex.

• Catwoman calls

• Interrupted by Cassandra CainEnter Starfire

• Dawn returns

• A new option

Chapter 42: Enter Starfire

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Mar 12th 2023

“Hello Batgirl. May I enquire what you are doing?” “Hi Starfire. Helping Cassie getting over an incident. Apparently she has a deep fear of Catwoman. So I am ensuring that she is confronting her. Since Catwoman tickled her for hours, I am doing the same. And since she has a date soon, acting fast.” “I will be only to happy to assist you, Batgirl!” “Excellent. Can you operate that pulley, please?” “Yes, certainly” agreed Starfire. Stephanie was going wild. Starfire had helped Batgirl binding her dangling as the older heroines began working her over. Batgirl continued to torment her lips and clitoris, while Starfire ran her feathers across Stefanie’s bare cheeks, occasionally dipping between; even finding her hole.

Mike was in hell. She couldn’t endure much more. The accumulates hours of tickling were wearing her down. Then her Robin symbol and the accompanying top joined her g-string bottoms and green garment revealed her in all her glory. And long nails explored her nipples and large breasts. “Cassie, so glad you could join us!” Cassie didn’t reply, she just pointed to her purse, a large paddle and strap-on were visible. “Stephanie is afraid of confronting Catwoman. Apparently she was mercilessly tickle tortured by her for hours. I thought Starfire and I could help with this. Batwoman is dealing with her now. With Batman and Nightwing unavailable, Batwoman needs all the help to deal with the evil ninja!”

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Chapter 41: dark_writer'S surprise

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Feb 25th 2023

It was sunset. She stood at the window of the small beach house, watching the last of the sunlight glinting off the waves. She was still damp from their day spent among those waves -- swimming, tanning, and surreptitiously fondling each other beneath the water. Long auburn hair still clung lightly to her back, hiding the bikini strap and giving the impression that she might be topless. The young woman watching her from the couch was patient, however. a moonlight swim would not be far away. Still...

"You'd better get out of those wet things" she said. "What there is of them." With a sly smile.

"And into?" she asked, turning to let her admire her well-tanned body. She didn't answer. She didn't breathe. She took that as an answer, removing the skimpy top with flirtatious ease. The bottoms, string quickly parted, fell gracefully to her feet. Naked, still glistening from the waters, she stood before her, back to the setting sun. It wasn't the light that misted her eyes. Long auburn hair--almost to her waist, hazel eyes, full breasts, full figure -- not as lean as any dancer perhaps, but soft and warm to hold. She felt safe when She held her. Or she her. And that beautiful smile! The one that always began and remained in her eyes...... It seemed a very long time before She could speak, and She relished every moment. Then...

"Oh God. God, how beautiful"

"Tell me more" she said.

"Couldn't I show you?"

"Well....not like that" she said, tugging gently at the g-string that she still wore. She sighed as the growing wetness of her exposed clitoris against the fabric was eased, then removed as she continued tugging, drawing the g-string down and off--leaving her naked, stretched out on the fluffy cushions, her erect and wet clitoris very, very evident. She was a little self-conscious, she noted. Idiot. She never considered herself in good enough "shape". As long as they'd been dating, sshe’d never understood that her eyes were much more attractive to her than her pussy. Warm, gentle, smiling eyes; that melted her insides when she looked at her like that. Eyes that were framed in a pleasant, loving face; that was framed in soft, dark hair (with lots of curls to play with). She sighed. A very good woman, she thought. With very good eyes. And, she admitted, a nicely shaved pussy. And she was small, just 160cms. But her breasts were massive for her size. Just perfect.

"What are you thinking?" She asked.

"Oh, this and that." she grinned. "Mostly this" sliding her fingers between her legs "and that" running their tips along the length of her lips. She gasped, quivering beneath her touch, and stretched out fully, moaning softly. She stroked her for awhile, letting her fingers drift along her length, over her nether lips, Mike felt elation. Had she finally avoid the tickling curse?

hapter 42: No

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Feb 25th 2023

She stroked her for awhile, letting her fingers drift along her length of her entrance, over her nether lips then, mischievously swept them up her sides, over her ribs, and into her armpits."AHH! Aahhahahahhah!!!" She squealed, wriggling. "Noooohahahhahohohohahano don't tickle hehheheeeeeeeehh pleeeeehehehehease! don't tickle!" She realized quickie that she was in luck. Stretching out beneath her, she’d had to stick her arms out under the arm of the couch, but the fluffy cushions and her position made it hard for her to pull them back out. Helpless. She thought. Hmmm.... Quickly she ran to the side of the couch, grabbing hold of her hands and pulling her arms farther out--as far as they'd reach. She noted with pleasure that her resistance was only token. A small cushion stuffed between the arms of the couch and those of her lover insured that She was comfortable. And helpless. Completely helpless. And her breasts were large with very long and thick nipples. Nipples that were as erect as her clit. It made her hungry and smile.

"Well now," she said "what am I going to do with you?" She giggled, watching her squirm in mock-horror.

"You wouldn't. Please, please no, you wouldn--ahahahaaaaaahahahahahhehehehehaaa!" as her fingertips lightly brushed her ribs. her knees came up -- she’d have to do something about that. Easiest, she thought, just to sit on them. Grinning wickedly, she lowered herself astride her, just below her still-wet pussy. Idly, she swirled a lock of hair round and round her clit. "Mmmmmph! Mmmm Mmmmmmhaha! Not that, please!"

"Okay" she said, slooooooowly pulling the lock of hair from her clitoris. "Don't want anything to happen just yet anyway, do we?" She drew her fingernails lightly down her ribs, wiggling them lightly over her tummy. As she did so, she knew her long hair was falling all around her, sweeping over her sides, neck, and genitals. She shuddered, giggling softly. She could feel the heat from her wetness, and the dampness forming between her own legs. But she had all night, she reminded herself. She knew that she loved to be tickled. And her every ticklish spot.

"Oh no, stop, please stop! I'll be good! Haven't I been good?"

"Yes, my love, you've been very, very good. I've never had a better birthday present" The weekend alone had been her idea, and she’d almost had to drag her away from work. As a matter of fact... "But you had to tickle me into coming, didn't you?" Wait, she thought. Was that a double-entendre? It was. She could see her trying not to giggle at the thought. "Kitchy kitchy koo, baby girly girl--Tickle tickle tickle!" she said, lowering her head to stare into her eyes. That did it. She lost control, laughing out loud, and she teased her a little more, not even touching her. "Who's a ticklish baby? Is She a ticklish baby girl? Ootchy cootchy cootchy coooooo, I'm going to tickle you!"

"NONONONOnononono pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasehahahahaha!!! Please no more!!" She collapsed into silent laughter, and she leaned closer, so that her breath and hair tickled her ear as she whispered into it--running her fingers along her naked body all the while.

"Tickle tickle tickle tickle. Kitchy kitchy coo! Does she have a ticklish tummy? Yes She does! She's a ticklish girl! She's so ticklish!" She giggled, joining in her laughter. Sitting up, she watched her recover her breath. She also noticed her erect clit--still evident--and began to softly stroke it.

"Oh! Ooooooohhhhh! Oh god! God I love you!"

"I take it back. I think this is the best birthday present I've ever had."

She grinned, puzzling her. "Well, we'll see."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" she asked, attempting to coax an answer from somewhere other than her lips. She said nothing. "What are you planning, Darling?" her lips quivered, then parted in a very wide smile.

"I can't tell you."

"Can't tell me what?"

"It's a secret."

She was silent for a while, thinking. What kind of secret? What would she do? She gave up.

"Tell me."

"No. It's a secret. You'll see."

"Oooohhhhh. Come aaahhhhhnnnn. Please?" She smiled her sweetest smile "Pretty please?" She said nothing. "Okay, beautiful baby girl. Just remember, you had your chance....."

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Chapter 43: A

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Feb 25th 2023

"No WAIT! What-aAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAA!" She began to buck and squirm desperately as she ran her fingers up and down her sides. She swirled them around, making little circles in her armpits, bending down to let her hair sweep along her naked body. She was in trouble, and she knew it! Sshe’d found out a long time ago just how sensitive She was all over--especially when She was just drying off... "We have ways of making you talk, honey" she said "What is it? What is it?"

"I... I... hahahahhheheheheeeeeeeeoooooohhaaaaa"

"Come on. Kootchy kootchy kooo! Tell me."

"Naaaaahahahahah I can't I can't! Pleasepleasestohahahahahahapppp! MERCYhheeeeeehhee! Mercy!" She slowed her pace, gently caressing her sides and stomach. She giggled occasionally, but managed to catch her breath.

"I'm waiting....."

"Oh god. Oh god. Really, beloved, really it'd be better if you wa-oooohahahaha!!! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!" She collapsed into helpless gibbering, laughing, and squirming as she repeated her performance. She took much longer, this time. She scrabbled her fingers along her tummy, running them up and down her ribs, then under her arms, and over her shoulders, tickling her neck and her ears. She was laughing too hard to beg for mercy, or do anything but squirm under her (and her naked body squirming under her naked body was not doing wonders for her concentration). She began to kiss and lick and tickle her, running her tongue around her ears, pausing to whisper "She's a tickle-baby! She's a tickle-baby girl!" before the tension she could feel in the clitorispressed between them gave her a warning. Abruptly, she sat up, looking down at her giggling herself to a breathless stop. She noticed with some satisfaction that her breasts rock-hard as did her clit.

"Had enough?" she inquired innocently. "I'll bet you'd like me to do something about this" she said, drumming her fingertips lightly along her lips. "wouldn't you?" She gasped. She was on the very edge, and they both knew it. Of course, so was she, but she didn't think she knew it.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssseee" She begged. She bent down to gently kiss the top of the clit. Her breath was warm against it, and She gasped.

"Does that feel good" she asked huskily.

"Oh yes. Ooooohhhh yes." She licked it lightly, then blew gently on the spot, causing her to groan in pleasure.

"Darling....?"

"Oh yes, yes...."

"What's the surprise?"

How cute. she thought, when She actually whimpered. Then she said "Will you let me up?"

"Of course. After you tell me what it is."

"I--" She looked up, a little fearfully (a little hopefully, she thought) "I really..... just....."

"Yes?"

"can't."

She sighed. Then she reached behind her. Just within reach was the end-table where sshe’d left her aloe-vera lotion. Well within her reach were her untouched, ticklish feet. It was a little tricky, getting the cap off, and the slippery lotion smeared all over her wriggling toes, but she hated to turn around, and miss seeing the growing look of horror on her face.

"WAIT!"

"Wait?"

"Please, honey, please, not my feet! Not that!"

"Are you gonna talk?" she asked, sliding one finger along her instep.

"YES! YES! Pleaheeeehehehese! No more!"

"Okay. But if you don't talk this time..... I'll do THIS!!!" She lay back suddenly, so that her head was between her lotion-soaked feet. Wrapping one arm around each ankle, she wriggled her fingers up and down her soles, working them in between her toes, scratching her nails lightly along her instep. She felt her writhing helplessly under her, and was almost afraid she’d pull the couch apart. So, she thought, sshe’d better make sure She was plenty weakened.... She was in agony/ecstasy. She’d never tickled her this much, ever! She could barely think, except of the devilish tickling of her fingers. Then She felt something poke her in the ribs! She screamed in helpless laughter, as she prodded and poked her ribs and armpits with her toes--never letting up on her own toes with her fingers. If she were the concert pianist of tickling, this was her Carnegie Hall. And She was her Steinway. She thought She might pass out, as her fingers, toes, and tongue explored her helpless body. It seemed to go on for hours, then She felt her weight shift as she sat up again. As she did, her pubic hair brushed against her bare pussy, bringing her mind-numbingly close to the explosion sshe’d been tickling her too hard to permit. She groaned

"Ooohohoho! No more! No more I'll talk I'll talk I'll talk!!!!"

"Talk"

"It's... it's....it's"

"Kitchy kitchy..."

"It's a RING! It's a RING! "

She was dumbstruck. For what seemed forever, there was silence.

"A ring?"

She looked up at her, sheepishly. She was soaked with sweat, gulping in great gasps of air, and still quivering beneath her. She’d never looked better. "I... I'd really wanted to be on my knees for this." Silence again, then "Please, please marry me?"

"Yes. YES!" She threw herself down on her, smothering her (almost literally) with kisses. As she did, without thinking about it, she slid her finger inside of her, and the long-denied explosion took place. In both of them. They hardly noticed. Still kissing, still throbbing, they slipped into unconsciousness for a little while.

She woke to feel her lips on hers, and responded as well as She could, still trapped as She was. When she was satisfied that She was awake again, she sat up, looking deeply into her eyes. As She looked into hers.

"I love you." she said.

"I love you." She answered, but she caught the slight twitch of her lip, and asked,

"What is it?"

"Well" She said "You do know that from now on, if anybody asks I can tell them you pinned me down and tickled me until I proposed?" She sighed. Well, she did love her for her sense of humor....

"All right, missy" she said. "Just for that I'm going to tickle you ALL...NIGHT...LONG.....

Chapter 42: New tickle tale

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Mar 5th 2023

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Sarita Says: Tamed by the Tickler (F/F)

Olivia awoke with a smile on her face. She’d had such wonderful dreams. Already they had begun to fade in the daylight that now filtered into her room through half-shut blinds. But her body remembered them well. Impeccably aroused, Olivia gently bucked her hips, rubbing her stiff clit against the mattress beneath her. She pressed her face into the pillow and let out a small mumble of pleasure. her hand slipped beneath the elastic waistband of her underwear, fingertips just grazing against her wet pussy. she could count on one hand the number of times She’d had an erotic dream that potent. And it all felt so real. All she wanted was to drift off to sleep again and spend the rest of the day in bed luxuriating in her ticklish dreams. But alas, it seemed she was well and truly awake.

She languished in bed a few moments longer before reaching for her phone on the bedside table. The battery was dead. Just her luck. Olivia figured she must have forgotten to plug it in when she went to bed. But this thought gave her pause. How did she get to bed again? her memory was foggy. Surely she didn’t drink that much last night. she remembered getting McDonald’s and the cab ride back. Then she got home and…Wait, had Sarita been in her room? Olivia became aware of a dull ache in her knee. Suddenly she remembered. She’d tripped on the stairs and Sarita had helped her up. she recalled Sarita leading her to bed, her warm hand rubbing her back, her soft words lulling her to sleep. The memory was vague but undeniable.

Olivia patted herself down. she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. The fabric smelled of smoke and beer. But, curiously, her shoes and socks had been removed. It was possible that she might have kicked off her shoes while forgetting to take off anything else. But her socks? There was no way She’d have had the wherewithal to do that if she’d been as drunk as it seemed she had last night. Then that had to mean…

That’s when Olivia saw it. Lying there at the foot of her bed was a grey pigeon feather, glowing faintly in the soft light. Olivia felt a pit open in the deepest part of her stomach from which a thousand butterflies spilled forth.

“No fucking way…” she whispered aloud to herself.

Had Sarita taken off her shoes and socks and tickled her feet as she slept? It would explain why her dreams had been so vivid, and Olivia knew she hadn’t brought a feather home.

Part of Olivia was outraged. A boundary had clearly been crossed. she felt as though Sarita had taken advantage of her. The fact that She’d known exactly how to subdue her and successfully lulled her to sleep upon her return home unnerved her. Olivia had always believed herself to be smarter than the average bear, or at least savvier than most. The thought that she could be so easily manipulated and put to sleep like a fussy child bruised her ego terribly. It made her feel like an easy mark, gullible, like a Stormtrooper who could be mind tricked with little more than a hand passing before her eyes.

And yet…

And yet the idea that Sarita had been able to exert such control over her and took the opportunity to tickle her bare feet gave Olivia an intense sexual thrill. Olivia was nearly heartbroken to have slept through what was perhaps her most potent sexual fantasy: being controlled and tickled by her stern yet maternal housekeeper. her cheeks warmed at the thought of Sarita kneeling at the end of her bed and playing with her helpless feet. she could see it so clearly. The slow removal of her socks, the mischievous look she must have had on her face as she feathered her sleeping toes. Perhaps, Olivia thought, perhaps She’d even whispered a few teases under her breath, delighting in her ticklishness just as much as Olivia would have had she been awake. she wondered what how much She’d learned about her feet, what spots She’d chosen to linger on. This delectable image excited her to no end. God, she was horny. Olivia didn’t know if She’d ever been this aroused before. she could nearly feel her heartbeat through her underwear now and her stomach was aflutter with giddy excitement.

But as Olivia’s hand slipped beneath her waistband once more, a slight apprehension began to take hold. What could have prompted Sarita to do such a thing? Was it thrilling and sexy as all get out? Hell yes it was! But what had Sarita gotten out of it? Just yesterday they were sniping at each other and Olivia couldn’t imagine that their tense exchange the previous afternoon had left Sarita in a playful mood. So what would have compelled her to tickle her feet while she slept? The most appealing answer was that Sarita also had a tickle fetish and had chosen to indulge it while Olivia was in a **** state. But what were the odds of that being true? The only other explanation was a bit more worrisome, that Sarita had done it for some nefarious purpose Olivia could not yet discern.

But this explanation only raised further questions. If Olivia worked off the assumption that She’d had some agenda in mind when she decided to tickle her as she slept, then that would mean that she knew about her tickle fetish. Olivia had never told a living soul about her love of tickling. It was her most closely guarded secret. One of her greatest fears (after spiders and heights) was that her tickle fetish might one day be discovered and ridiculed.

She remembered a girl at her boarding school that had made the mistake of leaving her phone out at an inopportune moment. A dorm mate snooped through it and found a stash of inflation fetish art. Word spread like wildfire through the student body and soon the whole school knew about it. The poor kid had been relentlessly bullied as a result. Olivia wasn’t proud of it, but She’d piled on with the rest of them at the time. It was preferable to be one of the crabs at the top of the bucket, She’d figured.

But there was no way Sarita could have known about her lust for tickling. Olivia racked her brain, tying herself in knots as she tried to find an answer to this riddle. The only time She’d ever articulated her desires in writing was when She’d commissioned a drawing from an artist online a few years ago. Even then She’d been careful, only communicating through a dummy email account and sending her payment anonymously. Even if Sarita had miraculously been privy to this correspondence, there was nothing in these messages that explicitly linked them to Olivia. The only possible explanation was that Sarita had somehow seen the drawing. But that....

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“Olivia, can you come down here, please?” Sarita called out from downstairs.

Olivia withdrew her hand from her underwear with practiced speed. This was not the first time She’d been interrupted. But something about Sarita’s tone only excited her further, patient but amused. Confident.

“O-one second!” Olivia replied as she hastily gathered herself.

She put on a pair of comfortable flannel pajama pants and a wrinkled t-shirt she picked up off the floor. Still incredibly turned on, Olivia dawdled and tried to will her wetness away. As well as her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt When she tried to decide whether or not to put on socks, her mind was flooded with fresh thoughts of Sarita taking them off again, which only inflamed her lust further. In the end, she elected to put them on, if only so that she may have an additional layer of armor entering what she knew would be a charged encounter.

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Olivia padded down the stairs in her socked feet and entered the living room. her jaw nearly dropped when she saw Sarita waiting there for her. She was reclining on the couch, a picture of ease, dressed in a purple silk sari. Her legs were crossed at the knee, allowing her shapely bare foot to poke out from under the hem of her garment. Wrapped around her ankle was a shiny anklet made up of tiny golden beads that softly jingled against one another with every movement of her leg. Olivia noticed that her nails were painted white, just as She’d always fantasized and had specified in her drawing. That was all the proof she needed. There was no denying it now; Sarita had seen the drawing. The very thought made Olivia draw inward with shame upon realizing that the housekeeper had discovered her secret. Yet, at the same time she desperately wanted to know what Sarita’s game was.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Sarita smiled. “You got home awfully late last night. Did you sleep well?”

“Uh huh…” Words were hard for Olivia right now.

“You feeling alright? No hangover?” Sarita flexed her toes a little, immediately drawing Olivia’s eyes to her plump little piggies.

“No. No hangover.” her mouth was so dry. The bitter taste of adrenaline crept up the back of her tongue. “Did…did you…?” Olivia felt dumb. Years of education, acclaimed literature, vocabulary tests, and now she felt as though she only had command of ten odd words.

Sarita pussyed her head to the side, as if she hadn’t quite heard her. “Did I what, honey?”

Honey? Sarita had never called Olivia honey before. In fact she couldn’t recall her ever speaking to her with any sort of affection. She’d been polite and respectful but She’d never known her to be playful or condescending like this. This was ridiculous. She was her housekeeper for Christ sake! How could she just let her reduce her to a stammering fool this easily? Olivia stood up a little straighter and cleared her throat, forcing her eyes away from Sarita’s foot to meet her amused gaze.

“Were you in my room last night?”

“Yes, I helped you to bed,” Sarita said, not missing a beat. “You were quite intoxicated last night and took a little tumble coming up the stairs. I helped you up and put you to bed.”

“What do you mean, ‘put me to bed?’” she hoped she sounded confident and tried to find her footing.

“Why just that. You were just so sleepy! As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.” Sarita giggled.

Well that’s a lie, Olivia thought. she remembered her hand on her back, gently pushing her into the mattress as her soft palm wandered up and down, ironing out any resistance.

“So I fell asleep? Just like that?” Olivia was feeling a little more confident now. If she could catch her in the lie then perhaps she could regain some kind of upper hand. “You didn’t do anything…?”

“Like what?” Sarita asked. She began to rotate her foot, arching it ever so slightly as it made tantalizing little circles in the air. “Lull you to sleep like a cranky little girly girly up past her bedtime? Seems a little silly, don’t you agree? You’re almost 21 years old, after all. I’d hope you wouldn’t be that susceptible to sleepy time techniques at your age. You had quite a bit to drink, after all. Is it so hard to believe you were just that tired?”

Olivia’s eyes were once again drawn to Sarita’s foot. It looked just as soft and plump as it had all those years ago when Olivia had spied on her phone call. Her nails looked freshly painted, a brilliant shock of white that stood in contrast to her skin. With each rotation of her foot she seemed to find new ways to draw her in further. She’d flex her toes and arch her foot at seemingly just the right moment, showing Olivia new wrinkles and details She’d never noticed before.

“Well?” Sarita asked, “Is it?”

Shit, what was she saying again? Olivia had totally spaced out. her brain was still waking up and her astronomical level of arousal was only muddying things further. she shifted her weight from foot to foot, hoping to hide the wetness = that was already leaking down in her pajama pants. she **** her eyes away from her foot and cleared her throat.

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

“Good!” Sarita chirped. “I’m glad you agree.” She looked at her now with mock concern, tsk’ing. “Is something the matter, Livia? You seem…distracted.”

Sarita had said it so sweetly but Olivia instinctively understood that she knew exactly what she was doing. she couldn’t let on that she was getting to her but feared that ship may have already sailed. Under normal circumstances Olivia would never have tolerated being spoken to in such a manner by the help. And yet, there was a charge between them now that excited her greatly. she could sense the power balance shifting, could feel that control was slipping away from her. What scared Olivia most of all was how deeply it excited her. All she wanted to do was crawl over to Sarita on her hands and knees and rub her cheek against her soft, plush sole and give it the gentlest kiss.

But Olivia knew that the minute she admitted that she wanted this, that Sarita did in fact know what she liked, what buttons to push, there would be no way to put the genie back in the bottle. her judgment was clouded by lustful thoughts and the natural curiosity that came with what submitting to the dominant matron of her dreams might entail.

“No, uh, just not quite awake yet…” she reached into her pocket, fingers pinching the feather’s quill. “I wanted to ask about –“

“Speak up, Livia. You’re mumbling.” Sarita said firmly, like a patient teacher at the blackboard.

Olivia swallowed and felt her ears grow hot.

“Don’t call me that.” she said. But whatever authority Olivia had tried to summon was noticeably absent in her tone. It came out as more of a whine. “Only my mama – I mean…only my mom calls me ‘Livia.’” Shit, she sounded so pathetic. What was happening to her?

“Oh!” Sarita’s hand flew to her chest. “My mistake, honey. You said you wanted to ask me something?”

Sarita was still leisurely rotating her foot. Her anklet was gleaming in the sun now, the shiny beads catching the light and reflecting it into Olivia’s eyes. she found herself blinking more and more. It was so hard to focus on anything else. she just wanted to watch her elegant foot sway this way and that, memorize every inch and digit. Olivia was unspeakably horny, her mind fogged by erotic thoughts. she desperately needed to run back upstairs, jump into bed, and finish herself off so she could think clearly. Yes, that would solve everything. The air felt so thick and her mind was swimming. The light that glinted off of Sarita’s anklet only dizzied her further, flashing away any and all critical thoughts that she tried to conjure. There was something She’d wanted to ask Sarita. God, what was it again?

“Y-uh…yes. I did…” Olivia retrieved the feather from her pajama pocket and held it up for Sarita to see. “Do you know anything about this?”

“About feathers?” Sarita chuckled. “Plenty. What do you want to know?”

“I, uh, found it in my room at the foot of my bed. I just want to know how it got there.”

“And you think I left it there?”

Olivia wished she could stand up straighter and muster her resolve, but the growing wetness in her pajama bottoms had **** her to stand at a strange angle

“Yes. I do.”

Sarita sat forward and crossed her legs, tucking her feet under her, briefly giving Olivia a reprieve from the titillating distraction. She held out her hand expectantly, like a mother requesting to see what her child has hidden behind their back.

“Show me.”

Olivia crossed the room without thinking. Sarita patted the spot beside her on the couch and Olivia sat down obediently. she realized She’d been holding her breath and let out a shaky exhale as she felt her weight sink into the couch. she stared at Sarita’s open palm. It looked smooth to the touch, surprising given the nature of her work. she gently placed the feather in her hand.

“Good girl.” Sarita smiled.

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A wave of pleasure rolled through Olivia’s body at her praise. If she had any qualms with being spoken to this way she did not voice them. Olivia watched, mesmerized, as Sarita pinched the feather’s quill between her fingers and held it aloft for closer inspection. She handled it delicately, as though it might shatter if mistreated.

“As a matter of fact, I do know this feather,” Sarita said with feigned surprise. Holding it by the quill, she slowly pulled the feather through her pinched fingers from base to tip. Olivia watched as the feather’s soft barbs narrowed and bloomed as it ran between her fingers, noticing for the first time just how soft and yielding it was in her experienced hand. “Yes, I remember now. I thought it might help you sleep. Not that you needed any help…”

Olivia swallowed. she was hanging on her every word. she knew she was baiting her, inviting her to ask what such a method might entail. Olivia already knew the answer, but at this moment she wanted nothing more than to hear Sarita say the words.

“And how…how would the feather help me sleep?”

“Well,” Sarita began, running the feather over her soft, open palm, “when I was a little girl, I sometimes had trouble getting to sleep. My parents tried all sorts of things: teas, lullabies, and remedies. But nothing could help me sleep. Then, my mother remembered a technique that had helped her drift off when she had been my age.”

Olivia felt something warm press against the side of her leg. she nearly jumped when she glanced down and saw that Sarita’s foot was ever so gently touching her thigh. Olivia was practically vibrating with excitement,. she could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Olivia crossed her legs, hoping to keep Sarita from noticing the growing situation down below as more liquid ran down her leg.

“You see,” Sarita went on, “when my mother was little She’d had a similar problem. She couldn’t sleep.”

Sarita briefly pressed her warm toes into Olivia’s thigh before shifting her weight and uncrossing her legs. Now she braced her left foot against the raised knee of her right leg, positioning it so that her soft and supple sole was now just a few tantalizing inches away from Olivia’s face. The girl’s eyes were wide as saucers and her breathing grew shallower with every passing moment. The muscles in her thighs began to twitch from adrenaline, knees rigid.

“So to help her drift off, my grandmother would sit at the end of the bed at night and just run the tip of a feather over her foot. Like this…”

Then lightly, ever so lightly, Sarita began to run the feather over her impossibly soft looking sole. The movement was led from her wrist, a practiced gesture, just tracing over every wrinkle and slope of her sole with the soft tip of the feather. Olivia had never seen her feet up close like this before and she was astounded by the obvious care and attention they’d received. she couldn’t identify one flaw. Her toes were perfectly proportioned, dexterous stalks with plump, rounded ends. There was not a single fleck of dead skin on her heel and the ball of her foot was rosy and smooth.

“It worked like a charm. So my mother did the same for me. She’d sit at the end of my bed and just slowly drag this feather along my foot over and over and over again until I’d drift off to sleep. After only a few nights, she no longer needed the feather and I’d just fall asleep on my own. But I kept the feather, as a reminder of my mother’s love. It helps me feel close to her and my grandmother. I thought perhaps, that it might help you sleep as well…”

Sarita smiled as she saw the girl’s mouth drop open, her lips slowly parting to allow a puff of warm breath to escape. There was a faraway look in her eye now that reminded Sarita of the chickens she as her sister used to hypnotize in their youth. It isn’t hard to entrance a chicken. As it turned out it hadn’t been that much more difficult to bring Olivia to this state either.

“So I took off your shoes and socks, sat by your feet and just…did…this…”

Sarita kept the feather moving, watching with a dark glee as Olivia’s eyes closely followed the feather’s tip as it swished and swirled over her plump, immaculate sole. A Swedish Volleyball team could run naked through the house at that very moment and Olivia’s eyes would still remain fixed on the feather roaming over Sarita’s foot.

“But within seconds I knew this wouldn’t be suitable for your little feet.” Sarita purred.

“W-why not…?” Olivia’s head was swimming, her body a live wire. she felt as though She’d drunk a whole pot of coffee on an empty stomach. her rigid clit strained against her stained panties. At this point, a strong breeze could finish her off.

“I think you know why, young lady,” Sarita said, moving in for the kill. “Do you want to say it or should I?”

Olivia’s mouth was so dry her tongue may as well have been low-grade sandpaper. Words were failing her. She’d never imagined a moment such as this were possible and was woefully unprepared to be confronted with her greatest fantasy. Had she relieved herself with a few quick pumps upon waking perhaps She’d be thinking more critically, might remove herself from this situation. But she was well and truly spellbound now. Even if things progressed no further than this, Olivia would revisit this moment again and again with her preferred hand for the rest of her life. And if she did, She’d forever be haunted by the possibilities of what may have come next. There was no hope in turning away, even if she wanted to.

“Come on, Livia.” Sarita coaxed, never once slowing the movement of the feather. “Because…”

“Because…” Olivia said, barely above a whisper, “…because I’m ticklish.” Saying it out loud gave Olivia a rush unlike any other She’d felt. she felt goose pimples raise along her neck and arms, prickling her scalp. her heart was pounding in her chest. Holy shit, this is happening.

“That’s right,” Sarita said as she pulled the feather away from her foot. She pointed it at Olivia now, twirling it between her fingers. Olivia’s eyes widened as she stared rapt at the spinning feather. “I just gave your feet the softest little tickle. And do you know what happened? You giggled in your sleep. It was the cutest little giggle. I barely had to touch you and you just melted into the mattress. I can only imagine what sort of response I would have gotten out of those soft widdle feet had you been awake. I bet you can imagine it too…”

Sarita arched an eyebrow as she glanced down at her lap. Olivia’s cheeks grew hot as she squirmed in her seat. It was all too much. The lapse into baby talk crumbled what was left of her admittedly meager defenses. she was trembling like a small dog before Sarita now. The brat who had threatened her just a day before was nowhere to be seen.

“Seems I’m getting quite a reaction already,” she smirked. “Aw, Livia. You’re trembling. Whatsa matter? Are you scared of the tickle monster? Or…wait. Is it that you want to meet her?”

“I…I want…oh god…” she breathed as a small shudder ran through her body. This was it. “Sarita, please, I…” she could barely say the words.

“Please, what?” Sarita cooed. She had her now. She placed the fingers of her free hand under her chin, gently pushing upward so that she was **** to meet her gaze. her eyes shone with excitement and confusion. she was putty in Sarita’s hands. Her plan was working far better than She’d ever dreamed and she could no longer hide her hungry smile.

“Please…” Olivia breathed, her teeth nearly chattering from excitement. “Please tickle me.”

“Again.” Sarita commanded. “Say it again, Livia. Ask nice.”

“Please…” she whined, “tickle me. Oh god, please tickle me!”

“Are you sure?” Sarita asked, “Because once the tickle monster gets a taste of you she’ll only want more. She’s insatiable. And she loves to tickle naughty girls like you most of all. She loves making them giggle and squirm and beg. She’ll find all your tickle spots. Every. Single. One. She’ll find spots you didn’t even know you had and exploit them until you cry and plead for her to stop. There’ll be no use keeping secrets from the tickle monster, no place in this house you can hide. It’ll be weeks before your parents get home. Are you sure you want to spend those weeks locked in the house with such a tickler? I don’t know if you could handle it…”

She was describing her fantasy to a T. Olivia couldn’t imagine anything better. If She’d had a firmer grasp of her critical faculties she may have detected that something was off and understood what she was really agreeing to. But Olivia wasn’t thinking of the consequences now.

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“Yes! Yes, I’m sure.” she hoped she didn’t sound too eager. She’d all but leapt out of her seat.

Sarita grinned and put the feather down. “Then lie on the floor for me.”

Olivia slipped off the couch with alarming speed and lay on the carpeted floor. Sarita could see her shirt twitching ever so slightly from her elevated heartbeat. Olivia shimmied the top half of her body under the glass table in front of the couch. she lay on her back. From her position, Olivia could see Sarita sitting on the couch above her through the glass. If she tried to sit up now her head would hit the underside of the table. she had some leeway but would have to work at getting out from under it. All the while, She’d have an unobstructed view of her tickler.

Sarita scooted to the end of the couch and patted her legs. Olivia obediently placed her socked feet in her lap, knees bent, butt pressed against the base of the couch. Sarita then tucked her right foot under her left leg, trapping her feet in the crook of her bent knee. Her left foot, which she now swung back and forth, teased Olivia under the table. With each swing it seemed to get closer and closer to her face, but swung back each time just before it could make contact. Her exposed breasts were out and her nipples were like iron spears

“Is Livia ready for her tickle time?” Sarita cooed.

“Yes,” Olivia whispered. In a matter of minutes her world had shrunk dramatically. Everything that mattered to her now was contained within this room.

Sarita had her. Time to have her fun. She spoke to her softly as she began running her open palms up and down her socked feet. She could feel her toes twitching invitingly under her touch.

“Oh fuck…” Olivia breathed, already bucking her hips as she squirmed under Sarita’s gentle touch.

“Before we get started I just need to ask you a few questions. After all, every girl is different. I need to know how to tickle you properly, don’t I?”

Olivia nodded quickly, biting her lip. she shut her eyes, attempting to prepare herself for what she knew was coming.

“Good girl. Now, tell Sarita, who in your life would you say made you feel the most ticklish…” As she spoke, Sarita began dragging the index fingers of each hand up and down the length of their respective soles. She felt Olivia’s feet jerk away from her touch but they didn’t get far, firmly snug tight in the crook of her leg.

“W-whehen I wahahas lihihittle…” Olivia was already giggling. Why bother hiding at this point? her feet were extraordinarily sensitive. It had been years since She’d been tickled. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time it had happened. The only thing that came to mind was… “My…my aunt, shehehe used to tihihickle mehehe when she bahahabeheheeesat…”

As a little kid, Olivia’s parents hadn’t been able to take her along on their business trips. They knew better, having sat through many a baby’s tantrum on international flights. And so Olivia often found herself staying at her Aunt Maddie’s apartment while her parents went away. her grandparents had been very strict with her mother and Aunt Maddie growing up. When Olivia misbehaved, Maddie hadn’t had the heart to punish her the way her parents had punished her and her sister in their youth. And so she had resorted to tickle **** to keep the young girl in line.

Often, to keep things light, She’d make a game of it. Maddie would chase her through the house and snuggle her tight before tickling Olivia hysteric in her admittedly expansive lap. her parents had never been the touchy-feely type, and she found that she delighted in the hands-on punishment of her sweetly sadistic aunt. In time, Olivia had come to look forward to her visits.

In many ways, Olivia was closer to her Aunt than just about anyone else in the world. Nearly all of her fondest childhood memories were of Maddie tickling her to tears, cooing at her sweetly all the while. Sadly, she had passed away just before her 10th birthday and Olivia never quite recovered from her ****. But now, for the first time since her passing, Olivia felt that same giddy excitement rising in her chest as Sarita slowly dragged her index fingers up and down her twitching feet.

“Aw, I bet you loved tickle time with your auntie, didn’t you?”

“Yehehehehehehessssss! I lohohohohohoved ihihihihit!”

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“I’m sure you did, my little giggler. Tell me, how would she tickle you? What was it about your auntie that made you feel soooo unbearably tickawish? Come now, tell Sarita alllll your tickly little secrets…”

For the first time since She’d walked into the room, real doubts had begun to form in Olivia’s mind. There was something about the way She’d said it that briefly reminded her that this whole encounter was not exactly on the up and up. But those worries were quickly subsumed by the ticklish signals that now flooded her brain as Sarita added an additional finger to each foot, now walking two of them up and down her soles.

“Shehehehee wohohohould plahahahay gahahahames wihihith meheheheeee. Mahahahahake mehehehe feheheheelll smahahahall ahahahand hehehelplehehessss.”

Sarita gave an affirmative little hum and nodded knowingly.

“Well, of course she did! You were so much smaller than her back then. I bet your auntie had no trouble overpowering you, did she? You poor thing! I bet there was no getting away from her once she got her hands on you, was there? She’d just tickle, and tickle, and tickle…”

Sarita’s fingers yielded fresh giggles from the girl with every spot they touched. She gently drew little circles on the ball of her foot with her fingernail and experimentally swept the pad of her index finger over her arch. It seemed that she unearthed new levels of sensitivity with each stoke and scratch of her assured fingers. And she hadn’t even taken off her socks yet!

“Hehehehehehehehehehehe! Ohohohohohohohhhh gohohohohohod ihihihihit tihihihihihckles! Ihihit tihihihihickles sohohohohoooo muhuhuhuhuch!” Olivia shook her head, the laughter flowing freely now.

“Aww, does it tickle? Does widdle Livia have tickly feet? I think she doesss! Coochie coochie coo! Oh no! Did mean ol’ Sarita find a sensitive spot? I bet your auntie used to tease you when she played tickle with you, didn’t she?”

Having now lapsed into babyish tickle talk, Sarita felt a dark thrill when she saw the immediate effect it had on the giggling girl beneath her. Olivia struggled with renewed vigor against her hold as her laughter jumped an octave.

“Ahahahahalllll thehehehehe tihihihihime! Nahahahahahahahahah!”

“And when she tickled you did she tawk to you wike disssss?”

“Yehehehehehesssss!”

Sarita’s plan was working far better than she could have ever imagined. Olivia’s defenses had crumbled without much effort. But Sarita knew she needed to be careful and, most of all, patient. The carrot needed to come before the stick. She had weeks with the brat, hours upon hours to mold her into her perfect, obedient toy. And if her tickle time with her thus far were any indication, it wouldn’t take long to get her there.

“Such sensitive little feetsies! Just look at you. All it took was a couple of fingers and some silly speak and you just fell to pieces, huh? If I knew you were this ticklish I’d have coochied you much much sooner. Who would have thought this whole time I only needed to do…this!”

Sarita brought all ten fingers to her soles now, spidering and fluttering them over all the sensitive spots that Olivia had revealed to her through her careful examination. She jumped when she heard Olivia throw her head back against the floor as her body convulsed in a spasm of hysterical laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOH SHIHIHIHIHIT! Ohohohohohohohoho mihihihihihihihi gahahahahahahad! Stahahahahahahahap! Wahahahahahahait! Sahahahahaharihihihitttttahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohohohoho! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!”

“Stawp? Stawp? But you wanted tickles! And what Livia wants, Livia gets. Doesn’t she? Doesn’t she? Aww, wook at the happy girl enjoying her tickle time! her cheeks are sooo wed! All from a few widdle tickles on her tootsies. You should be careful. Didn’t you know there’s a tickle monster about? Oh the things She’d do to these sensitive widdle feet! Can you imagine what would happen if Gitsy Geetha ever got a hold of you? I bet you can. Oh, you’d just laugh your silly little head off. Don’t worry, Mama will keep them safe and snug wight heeeere…”

Olivia’s dream briefly came back to her in a series of small glimpses. she remembered Gitsy Geetha’s cauldron, the warmth of her lair, the feather teasing out all her sensitive spots. For a moment she felt like she was back there again, giggling helplessly in her pot as she feathered her feet pink with her feather. Olivia pounded the floor with her fists and shook her head from side to side.

“Noooohohohohohhohooooo! Shehehehehehehe ihihihihihihsn’t rehehehehealllll!”

“Oh yes she is, sweetie! Gitsy Geetha is very real. Maybe I could introduce you to her sometime! I bet She’d love you to pieces. How’d you like that, huh? Huh?”

Olivia, for her part, was having a blast, blissfully unaware of her tickler’s true intentions. What luck, she thought, to have found such a proficient and enthusiastic tickler. It was all She’d dreamed of and more. The thought of Sarita exploiting her weakness for weeks to come was almost too good to be true. Images flashed behind her eyes of the many ways Sarita could tickle her silly in every room of the house. Sarita’s sadistic, expert technique coupled with her maternal and playful teasing was almost too much to bear. It all just tickled so much!

“Nohohohohohohohoooo Gihihihihitseeheheheeeee! Ihihihihihi dohohohohon’t wahahahahahanananahahaha meeehehehehehet heheheher! Shehehehehehe’ll tihihihihihckle meeeeeehehehehehehehe!”

“But I thought you liked being tickled, Livia. You asked for this, wemember? I think this silly billy needs a widdle help making up her mind.”

At this, Sarita began focusing on Olivia’s arches, spidering her nails up and down with speed and precision. The tips of her white nails were making the lightest contact with the skin, but taken all at once the effect was devastating. To Olivia it felt as though dozens of little gnats were buzzing against her arches and giving them little kisses.

“Uh oh! Seems the tickle bugs have found a new trail!”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Gohohohohddddahahahammihitt stahahahahahahahap!”

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It was unbearable. In Olivia’s fantasies the tickling itself had largely been digested through aesthetics: hysterical faces, bare feet, light bondage, a clear power dynamic between the lee and the ler. But having not been tickled in some time, Olivia’s own ticklishness hadn’t really been factored into her fantasies. The real meat of it lied in giving up control; the tickling was a means to an end. Olivia thought she knew what she wanted, but now that she was here, she realized just how ticklish her feet really were. It wasn’t quite ****, not yet, but she could feel her limit would soon be reached. It didn’t seem possible, but it was as if her feet were becoming more and more sensitive with every flutter of Sarita’s fingers.

“Wooks like the tickle bugs are making a new home in Giggle Gwove! Just look at all of them scurrying about…”

Even more pressing was the situation that was developing down below. Olivia was explosively turned on. her wetness was all ecompassing, precum now freely dribbling from her lips. Olivia’s pajama bottoms had begun to slip, revealing the her hips and more of her lips, which now began to peek out over the waistband of her pajamas. Realizing this, Olivia instinctively reached for it. As her hand moved toward her wet clit, she felt Sarita’s hands pull away from her feet.

“Huh…” Olivia mumbled, dazed. she felt lightheaded from laughter, her vision blurry from the tears that had begun to form in the corners of her eyes. she looked up at Sarita through the bottom of the glass table, noting her crossed arms and stern expression.

“No touching.” Sarita intoned

“But…but…” she was pleading with her now. Olivia had reached a nearly painful level of arousal. Desire had transmuted into need. she bucked her hips pathetically, whining as she felt the taut waistband of her PJs press against her wetness, fabric moving ever so slightly against the sensitive underside of the head as she writhed.

“You can only touch yourself when I say, understand? That’s the rule from now on. If I find out that you’ve relieved yourself without my express permission, all of this goes away. No more tickle time, no more teases. You play by my rules. And if you do…”

Sarita swung her left foot back toward Olivia, resting it on her desperately leaking pussy. The pressure of it alone nearly sent her over the edge. Olivia threw her head back and let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Ungh fuck…”

“Now, be a good girl and put your hands behind your back for me. Come on…”

Olivia compiled, arching her back and slipping her hands under her as if they’d be handcuffed. she let out a little grunt as her weight settled on her arms. she was trembling.

“Good girl. Now keep them there.” And with that, Sarita began to remove her socks.

Maybe it was her nervousness at what new levels of ticklishness her bare feet might reveal, perhaps it was the fact that Sarita had now seen (some of) her wet pussy and was touching it with her foot, but Olivia had a sudden moment of clarity. What was happening here? How had she gotten into this position? Yes, she was having fun; in fact she was damn near blissful from living out her fantasy so exactly. Just minutes ago putting her feet in Sarita’s lap had felt like her idea, something She’d been invited to do. But now she was telling her what to do and when to do it? Giving her permission?

On the one hand, Olivia desperately wanted to see where this went. Sarita was such an expert tickler and Olivia’s mind reeled with fresh fantasies of hysterical submission. But what was the end game? Suddenly Olivia realized just how **** she was. She’d revealed herself to Sarita, or at least confirmed what she already knew. At once her greatest fantasy and worst nightmare, the possibility that Sarita could legitimately use her fetish against her was now palpably real.

“H-hey, Sarita? Can I ask…?” she tried to sit up but the table kept her down. The angle was awkward and Olivia couldn’t get leverage. she tried to pull her ankles away but realized with mounting dread that they were truly secured in Sarita’s lap.

“Shhhh, quiet now…” Sarita whispered as her fingers pinched around Olivia’s ankles, searching for the elastic mouth her socks. She flexed her soft toes against her lips, forcing a small moan from the lady as her eyes rolled back. Sarita bunched the elastic lip of her socks between her fingers and began to tug them away from Olivia’s tensing feet. The sock rolled down her ankle and over her heel, slowly pulled inside out as Olivia’s feet were bared an inch at a time.

“I just – I think, uh…” Olivia stammered. she knew that her sensitivity would double now her feet were bared and the reality of her exposure had caused a potent spike of anxiety in her chest. “We should talk about, you know, uh, like, what…”

“Oh, we tried talking yesterday. Don’t you remember?” Sarita spoke authoritatively now. The playful tone had abated. “And you were not very nice.”

“Yeah, listen, I’m sorry. I, uh, obviously things are different now. Right? I think, you know…” It was a long shot, but maybe she could talk her way out of this…

“Oh yes,” Sarita nodded, “things are different now.” With a final tug, the socks slipped free from Olivia’s feet. Squinting, Sarita flicked a few specks of link from her freshly bared toes and soles. Even this brief contact caused Olivia to let out a little yelp. Oh god, they were more sensitive than She’d feared.

“You threatened to get me fired, Livia, to frame me for a crime. That’s no joke.” Her tone was gravely serious. But then Sarita considered the ticklish soles in front of her and a warm smile crept across her face. “But you’re going to laugh for me, aren’t you?” Sarita purred, now lapsing into her babying tone again.

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by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Mar 5th 2023

“Oh n-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIHIHIHIHIHIT!”

Sarita went full on now, dancing all ten fingers up and down her writhing feet. She dug the fingertips of one hand into her toes and wiggled them about, being sure to drag the tips of her fingernails along the sensitive crevices between her toes. Sarita brought the fingers of her other hand into a small claw-like shape and scratched feverishly at the heel of her opposite foot. The reaction was explosive and immediate, her frenzied laughter spiking further as Sarita doubled down on the tickle talk.

“How lucky that the naughty girl has such tickawish widdle feetsies for mama to play with! It’s the only way you’ll learn, because that’s what happens to bad widdle girls wike you. They get tickled, and tickled, and tickled until they’re well behaved little ladies. Would you like that? Would you like to be a good girl for me?”

Olivia screeched, rolling this way and that on her back as she tried to pull her feet away from her maternal captor. her bare feet were ridiculously ticklish. Olivia could now recall just how quickly She’d folded in her youth when Aunt Maddie had gone for her bare feet. She’d never lasted long under her nimble fingers and would make all sorts of promises to make her stop. Though Maddie would be sure to have her fun, She’d respect her wishes before too long, never pushing their tickle time beyond the point of “funishment.” But this was different. Olivia knew she was in serious trouble now.

“You bihihihitch!” she shrieked from under the table, tears leaking from her eyes as her face turned a darker shade of red. “You bihihihitch!”

Sarita tsk’d and shook her head solemnly as she itched her thumbs up and down the center of her soles to devastating effect.

“Such naughty language from a naughty girl! Looks like it’ll take a few more hours of tickles to put you in your place. But don’t you worry little one, you’re going to be so well behaved for me by the time the tickle monster is done with you. Oh yes you will! Yes you will! Just you wait and see…”

A few more HOURS? Olivia didn’t think she could even last one more minute. Sarita was relentless, her fingers knew just how much pressure to apply and exactly how long to linger on each and every spot. she could feel her limit rising up to meet her fast. The sensations had begun to blur together, her feet radiating with a singular, violent sensitivity. The worst part was that despite Olivia’s predicament, she could still feel herself growing more and more turned on with every touch of her hand and sugary sweet tease. her giggles had turned to laughter and now her laughter had escalated into shrieks.

“EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! Lehehehet mehehehehe gohohohohohoooo! Gehehehehehahahahahaha stahahahahahahahp ihihihihit! Ihihihihihihi’ll teheheheheheehllll ohohohohon yohohohohou! Ihihihihihihihi’ll tehehehehell eheheheheheveryohohohohohone whahahahat youhohohoho dihihihihihid!”

Sarita seemed totally unbothered, the pads of her fingers now teasing the bulbous ends of her toes, causing Olivia to arch her back in renewed hysterical torment.

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by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Mar 5th 2023

“Awww, you’re gonna tell on me? Go wight ahead, Livia. You can tell everyone how your mean ol’ housekeeper tickled your widdle piggies until you cwied. Are you gonna them how you asked me, begged me for tickle time but couldn’t handle it because you’re just too tickawish? In fact, I technically work for you, don’t I? How do you think that would that look? Why, I only tickled the naughty girl because she wanted me to. And given the power dynamics at play, perhaps I feared She’d retaliate against me if I said no and take away my livelihood. It’s the twooth! If anything heeeeee took advantage of meeeeeeeee. I had **** but to gitchy her over, and over and over again until she agreed to a good widdle girl. Isn’t that right?”

Olivia was at war with herself. she was in heaven but it tickled like hell, at once **** for Sarita to stop but excited by the possibilities of further tickling in the future. Knowing Sarita was right only added to her sense of helplessness, which in turn made her ever hornier. It was a vicious cycle of laughter and lust. Olivia had very little recourse. Really, what could she do? She’d looked up tickle videos on the family computer when she was young; her parents definitely had an inkling of what she was into. If she did tell them what happened, it was highly likely that her parents would believe Sarita’s version of events. As it stood, she likely had more credibility with them than she currently did, especially once they found out about her college suspension. she was screwed.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRRREEEEE! IHIHIHIHHI’M SOHOHOHOHOHOOOO SHOHOHOHORRRRRRYYYYYYEEEHEHEHEEE! JUHUHUHUHST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT AHAHAHAHANYYYYYMOHOHOHORE!”

She was clawing at the carpet now, desperately trying to kick her feet free from Sarita’s lap. This only amused Sarita further, leading her to laugh at her futile attempts to wriggle free from her ticklish hold. Her large breasts flopped and wailed and her nipples stood to attnetion

“Oh! Look at the naughty girl kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! Awww, just like a tickawwy widdle bunny wabbit! Are you Mama’s tickly widdle bunny? Huh? Are you? Are you my happy little bun bun? I think you arrrrre!” Sarita was having more fun than She’d anticipated. She’d always known that this stage of her plan would be the thorniest to execute, but Olivia’s susceptibility to her particular brand of tickle **** had exceeded her expectations. Everything was going according to plan.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Olivia was approaching the edge of delirium now. her high-pitched shrieks had devolved into helpless babbling. she grabbed on to the legs of the glass table, which were thick and sturdy, hoping she might get the leverage needed to pull away from Sarita’s maddening tease. But Olivia was exhausted – both from her night out as well as her current ordeal – and couldn’t muster the strength. she was still dehydrated from last night and hadn’t taken a sip of water since She’d woken up. A headache was brewing behind her eyes, which were pinched shut from **** laughter. Even with her eyes closed she could see Sarita so clearly in her mind: her motherly captor smiling down at her knowingly as her fingers expertly extracted every last giggle and squeal she could from her wriggling soles. she bucked and kicked and squirmed desperately upon the ground. But try as she might, Olivia could not pull her feet away from Sarita.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she didn’t even bother trying to form words anymore. All she could do was lay there and laugh until Sarita decided She’d had enough. Olivia’s neck had turned crimson, her throat hoarse from laughter and squeals.

Sarita could feel Olivia’s aching clit pulsing against the bottom of her foot. she was going to explode any minute now but she needed it to happen on her terms to really cement the association in her mind between her tickles and this potent mix of arousal and submission.

“Do you want me to stawppppp?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS! IHIHIHIHHIHIHI’LL DOHOHOHOHOOOO AHAHAHAHANYTHIHIHIHING!”

“Aaaaaannnnnnything?” Sarita cooed, her fingernails scraping rapidly along her arches.

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSS!”

“Then repeat after me…” Sarita slowed down now, softening her touch as well as her tone. She actually needed Olivia to be capable of saying the words. “I’m a naughty little bunny…”

“Ihihihihihhihi’m ahahahahaha nahahahahahaughteeeheeeee lihihihihittle buhuhuhuhunnnyyyy!” Olivia didn’t even blink. Had her cheeks not already been cherry red they’d have flushed with embarrassment. This was humiliating. But Olivia was beyond that now. she didn’t care. she just needed a break.

“And I deserve to be tickled…”

A moment’s hesitation from Olivia led to renewed aggression from Sarita’s fingers. She bent back the toes of her right foot and began raking her fingernails up and down her taut sole, leaning in so close that she could feel her hot breath against it. This was all the motivation she needed.

“GAHAHAHA! Ahahahahand Ihiihihihihiihihi….Ihihihihihihi deserveeeheeeeehehehehehe tohohohohoho beheheheheeee tihihihihihckled!”

Feeling her clit throb beneath her foot once again, Sarita eased up, now lightly scratching at her heels again. She wanted to show that she could be merciful when Olivia behaved.

“Good girl! Keep going. Come on, baby. ‘I love being tickled. My soles belong to Sarita…’”

Olivia bit her lip and grunted in pleasure at her praise. Now that the tickles had lessened in their intensity the pendulum had swung back from the torturous to the erotic. If all she had to do to feel this good was just do what Sarita said…

“I lohohohohohove beheheheheing tihihihihickled! Mihihihihi shohohoholes behehehelohohohong tohohohoho Sahahaharihihita!”

“She tickles me when I’m good…”

“Shehehehehe tihihihihickles meheheheeee whehehen Ihihihi’m gohohohood…”

“And she tickles me when I’m bad…”

“Ahahahahand shehehehehe tihihihickles mehehehehe whehehehen Ihihihihi’m bahahahahad!”

“So I always do what she says…”

“Sohohohohoho I ahahahahalwahahahays dohohohohooo whahahahat sheheheheee sahahahahys!”

“Because what Sarita says is best!”

“Beheheheehcahahahahause whahahahahat Sahahahahrihihihita sahahahays ihihihihis behehehehest! Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Sarita smiled down at her babbling charge. she was a mess, reduced to nothing more than a helpless puddle of giggles beneath the table below. There was no more fight left in her and Sarita knew it. It was time. She lightened her touch even further now, just lightly kissing Olivia’s trembling soles with her fingertips.

“Do you pwomisssssse?”

Olivia sucked air into her lungs, giggles still tumbling from her open mouth as if they’d been running for the exit. she was delirious, sweaty and breathless. No thoughts remained, no pride, no ego, and certainly no dignity. Olivia just giggled helplessly under her touch, **** to do whatever Sarita asked of her.

“Ye-hehehehe-yehehehesss. I prohohohomise! Plehehehease…”

“Good girl! You’re such a good little bunny for Mama, aren’t you?”

Olivia nodded lamely, a small whine escaping her as Sarita began moving her soft foot in a circle, massaging her dribbling clit through her pajama pants. Olivia threw her head back, and took a deep, **** breath in through her nose, bucking against her circling sole.

“Then let’s sign on the dotted line…”

With that Sarita picked up the feather, which had been resting beside her on the couch, and turned the quill toward her pinkened soles. She dragged the quill along each foot in a long looping motion, signing her property.

“Mama…Sarita’s…ticklish…widdle…bunny…” She said aloud haltingly to herself as she signed each foot, making sure to take her time to really drive it home.

Olivia was set off again by the ticklish signature but had no more energy to thrash about. she just lay there and took it like the naughty girl she was.

“Neehehehee…ehehehehehehehehe…unfff!”

Sarita’s foot kept moving in a steady circle. She flexed her toes against her clit through her PJs as she slowly built the orgasm She’d been aching for this whole time.

“Do you want to cum?” Sarita sing-songed.

Olivia’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull. Was she kidding? Of course she did!

“Yuh – ungh, fuck - yes!” she groaned.

“The beg me. Beg Sarita nice.”

“Please – gah! – please Sarita, please…” she whimpered, “please let me cum. Please, oh please, oh please…”

With that, Sarita began to massage her feet, humming approvingly as she pressed her thumbs into her soles and rubbed against her arch, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit another grunt of pleasure from the broken girl.

“Then come for me,” Sarita coaxed, “come for Mama…”

It happened before she could even finish the sentence. Olivia bucked hard, her back arching off the floor. her head lolled to one side and her eyes rolled back in her skull, letting out a guttural cry that melted into a moan. There was the eruption, which was almost too intense, followed by the warm pulsing trickle that pooled on her stomach. Like most things worth waiting for, it was over very quickly.

“That’s it…that’s my good girl. Being so good for me…” Sarita smiled, victorious. she belonged to her now. Sure, she needed a few more sessions with the tickle monster before she could be properly conditioned to her touch, but that was as great a start as any. She patted her feet and was satisfied by the way they jumped even at this brief touch.

Olivia just lay beneath the table and let out a shaky breath, almost at the point of tears. her brain was overloaded with pleasurable signals, unsure of what to do with all these good chemicals that now flooded her body and her mind. And so as she lay there, overwhelmed and thoroughly broken, Olivia did the only thing that made sense to her in the moment. she just laid her head back against the carpet and laughed.

It was going to be a long three weeks.

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by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Mar 5th 2023

Happy New Year! (an f>f tickling story)

' 2001 by Tickle Goddess

"A babysitter?!"

"Andy, stop shouting like that. Eat your breakfast." Mr. Barnes

barely looked up from the OpEd section as she reprimanded her daughter.

"Mom, how could you? I'm eighteen years old, I don't need a

babysitter!"

"Andy . . . Andrea," Mrs. Barnes corrected herself, seeing the anger

flash in Andrea's eyes when she used her childhood nickname. "We're

not leaving you with a babysitter. We just don't want you to be here

by yourself tonight."

"Then why can't I invite some of the girls over?"

"Because you're still on punishment, young lady." Mr. Barnes peered at

Andrea over the top of the paper. "That little stunt you

pulled with that cheerleader was serious business. You insist we treat you like an adult,

but you still act like you're six years old. And a six year old needs

a babysitter."

Mr. Barnes folded up the paper during her speech and left the

breakfast table.

"Mom, please. I swear, I'll just watch New Year's Rockin' Eve on TV

and go to bed. Please don't embarrass me like this," Andrea pleaded.

Mrs. Barnes looked uncomfortable. "It's won't be so bad Andy . . .

Andrea. Miranda is hardly going to boss you around now."

"Miranda?"

"Miranda Thomas, she's my friend Gloria's daughter. She was your

babysitter when you were a little girl. You remember."

Oh yes, Andrea remembered Miranda Thomas. Miranda was six years older

than her and having her as her babysitter was ****! As a bratty

twelve year old, she bossed her around incessantly. Any time Andrea

didn't do exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, she sat on her,

took off her shoes and tickled her bare feet. She always begged for

mercy within five minutes but she would tickle her until she cried. And the last time,

she was a young teenager:

"Well, I guess I can believe you." Miranda removed her purse from

under the sofa and released Andrea's wrists. "You'd better get

upstairs."

She raced up the stairs to her room. After locking the door, she

masturbated to the thought of her rubbing her stocking feet over her

pussy.

She'd masturbated to that thought many times after Miranda went away.

Her wet pussy and her emerging chest had given way to a very shaven vagina and large breasts.

So now she was going to stay with her tonight. It was time for her

**** on this woman who had driven her crazy in so many different

ways. This was going to take some planning and she was going to need

help.

Andrea called her friend Dawn.

"Hey Dawn."

"Drew! How's it going? I heard you got grounded. Bad news, babe."

"Yeah. But it's not so bad. Dawn, I need a favor."

"Sure, woman. What up?"

"Do you still have that bottle of ether from when you were taking

etymology?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Loan it to me. Just for tonight, okay?"

"Sure. But I wanna hear about this later."

"You bet. Can you bring it over now?"

At nine o'clock, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes were getting ready to go out to

their New Year's Eve party. Andrea was on the couch, watching Dick

Clark in New York. Her mind, however, was on her plan for the

evening. She'd gotten the bottle of ether from Dawn and had it hidden

with a rag in the plant stand. She would knock her out and take her

upstairs. She had several ties and tickling implements ready in her

room. This was going to be good.

The doorbell rang.

"Andy, get the door." Mr. Barnes said.

Andrea dragged herself off the sofa and opened the front door.

Miranda Thomas was on the doorstep. Andrea's mouth dropped open, she

didn't remember her looking like that ' she was incredible! Miranda

had a curvaceous figure and shoulder length red hair caught up in a

pony tail.

"Can I come in? Or are you going to stare at me on the porch all

night?"

Andrea stepped back and let Miranda in. She shook her head to clear

it. she had to keep her focus. Mr. and Mrs. Barnes came downstairs

and greeted Miranda, giving her the number where they'd be and letting

her know when they'd be home. Andrea stayed near the plant stand.

This was going perfectly. Her parents were at the doorway. In less

than five minutes, Miranda wouldn't know what hit her.

The bolt had barely slid into the lock, when her lights went out.

When Andrea came to, her first awareness was cold ' she was naked on

her bed. Her arms and legs were handcuffed to the bedposts. She

looked up at Miranda, grinning at her.

"You've been a bad girl, Andy."

She brought the stun gun out from behind her back. "A girl has to

carry protection. She never knows when a bad little girl might try to

jump her and knock her out with ether."

Andy saw the bottle and the rag on the dresser, next to all the

tickling devices she had gathered: peacock feathers and pussy willow

branches from her mother's dried arrangement, a fork, a toothbrush, a

knobby hairbrush. Miranda flexed and wiggled her fingers. Andrea's

eyes bulged ' Her fingernails had to be four inches long! And they

looked razor sharp.

"You've been a bad, bad little girl, Andy," Miranda said again. "And

you know happens to bad little girls, don't you?"

Andrea turned her head toward the wall.

"I could just show this stuff to your parents. I'm sure your father

would take a dim view on you trying to **** me. On top of the whole you’re a lesbian thing."

Andrea looked back at Miranda with panic in her eyes.

"Oh *I* know it's not true and *you* know it's not true, but your

father . . . what do you think he'd do to you if she thought that?"

Andrea didn't want to entertain the idea.

"But it won't come close to what I'm going to do to you."

She stood at the foot of the bed. Andrea realized for the first time

that she was not completely nude; Miranda had put a pair of nylon knee

highs on her.

"It's been a long time, Andy. But if I remember right, your feet are

extremely ticklish. And nylons can make them even more so."

She raked her index fingernails up her imprisoned arches, from heels

to toes. She yelped and bounced on the bed. The nylon made her

hypersensitive feet superticklish. She scrambled her fingers up and

down the soles and tops of her feet in random patterns. She scrunched

and flexed her toes wildly, laughing hysterically. her body flailed

helplessly as she ran the hairbrush over her right sole and the

toothbrush over the left.

She stopped to let her get her breath back. She panted for several

seconds then screamed for help. She watched her scream until he

stopped to breathe again.

"Andy, it's New Year's Eve. The only people on this block are you and

me. Scream your head off, if you want to. In fact, let me help you."

She used the pussy willows to reach under her and tickle the backs of

her knees. The chains of the handcuffs around her ankles rattled

crazily as she banged her feet up and down on the bed. She screamed

with laughter, cackling and giggling like a little school girl.

Miranda worked her way up to her inner thighs. Her squeals reached

soprano level as she squeezed her thighs over and over. She rocked

back and forth with boundless energy. Her fingers crawled up to her

abdomen. She had a field day on her lower tummy, wiggle-tickling the

firm flesh.

Andrea couldn't even think at this point. All that existed was simple

cause and effect. She tickled, she laughed. She stopped, she breathed.

She tickled, she laughed. And on, and on, and on . . .

Miranda stuck her finger into her navel and wiggled it around.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle Andy!" she teased. "Laugh for me, you bad

little girl!"

What other choice did she have?

She touched her armpits, stroking them just hard enough that it didn't

tickle.

"Why Andy," she said in mock-surprise. "You've remained so smooth since

the last time we did this. I think that calls for something special."

She kicked off her pumps and wiggled her nyloned toes in Andrea's

armpits. Andrea squealed with laughter and bucked up and down.

"Yahoo!" Miranda yelled, bouncing along with her. "Git along, little

doggie!"

Andrea now had a full erection, one that could not be ignored.

Miranda smirked when she saw it.

"Andy, it seems you are very wet. Is it new or the same one you had

at twelve?"

Andrea was panting with exhaustion and couldn't think of a good

comeback, or any comeback, for that matter.

"What should we do about this situation, hmmm?"

Miranda turned around to face the foot of the bed and rubbed her

stockinged feet up and down Andrea's pussy. At the same time, she

pushed her fingers in the spaces between her toes.

Andy levitated off the bed, screeching, laughing, crying and babbling.

Miranda's soft silky nyloned feet caressing her stiff cllt and her

nails caressing her feet was better (and worse) than all her

fantasies.

"Oh, hohohohoho please . . . hahahahaha . . . don't . . .

eeeehehehehehehehe . . . not there . . . ahahahahahahahaaaaa . . .

don't . . . stop!"

When Miranda let her breathe again, she stood up. "I know you've

thought about this before, Andrea. I know what you've wanted ever

since you were twelve." She unbuttoned the first two buttons of her

blouse. "It would be a shame to let that wet pussy go to waste,

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Watching her struggle amidst her bondage sent their collective hearts back into their chests.

“S-see, I told you I tied her good,” Kathleen rejoiced.

Angelica squeezed her tiny companion’s shoulders, “Well I’d say you’ve earned your merit badge in the art of knots.”

Flagrant obscenities flew off her lips as she watched them approach.

Angelica furrowed her brows, “What ever is she saying?”

“Aye senora, jew would no like what she saying about jew,” Simona gasped.

“Is that so?” Angelica huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “Well you can tell, frijol over here, she’d better watch her tongue least she forgets who has the upper hand here.”

Simona complied, and at once her voice became soft.

Angelica motioned her minions with the flick of her wrist, “Ladies, if you would take your positions at either foot, and commence with the application of oils.”

Lax whimpers of submission filled the room as her resolve slowly dissipated with each indulgent hand pressing against her ankles, her heels, and her toes. There was no contention, only a subtle obedience, as her body complied willfully to the tender applications of lukewarm oil.

Angelica, seeming pleased with the blissful expressions befalling their captive, took joy in her misinterpretation of the proceedings, “Alright ladies, I think she’s had enough of that.”

With her feet now glistening, toes erect and at attention, Angelica motioned for her minions to rake their fingers across her feet.

It was at this moment, as the first of many fingers struck her arches with livid infatuation, that she realized why her body had been bound so tightly.

“POR DIOS SA-HA-HA! SENORAS PLEASE SA-HA-HA!”

Her body, possessed by these unfamiliar sensations teeming off her feet, trembled passionately, putting Kathleen’s knots to the test right away.

“YEAA-HA-HA! KA-HA-HA-HA!”

As she writhed in blistered spurts, pulling the rope taught against the posts, Kathleen and Simona couldn’t help but be taken by nervous anxiety. she was still a very capable WOMAN under all that restraint, and the thought of her escape through forceful exhibition wasn’t completely lost on them.

Through a sign of good faith, Angelica laid her palm against her cheek, “She’s not going anywhere.”

Steadily, the ladies reunited their fingers with her arches, digging and clawing at their tender meaty flesh. With each passing moment, as her body raged, there was a sense of reassurance, watching the rope offer not an inch of relent towards its intended purpose.

“JEE-JA-HA-HA! YA PARA-RA-JA-JA! POR FAVOR!”

Stuck in a moment of unfamiliar circumstance, as the tribulation of titillating fingers overwhelmed her senses, Hortensia wrapped her hands against the girth of her confinements. The knots were conundrums of tightly intertwined paracord that her fingers couldn’t penetrate, budge, or otherwise loosen.

“Maybe we tell her why we do this, no Mrs. Angelica?” Simona questioned.

“Let her wonder be another layer of torment for now,” Angelica replied.

And so it was that they continued their ascend on her feet, with sprawled out fingertips cascading down her soles, against her heels, between her toes and along their crusted perimeters formed from thousands of steps in the hot sun.

“AY POR QUE-JE-HEH-HEH-HEH!”

For all the agonizing euphoria stemming from her arches, there was another unmistakable stimulation stemming from her nether regions. It seemed something of an awkward bodily response given the nature of her predicament, yet there it was, dripping heavily against her silky boxers.

“POR FAVOR ESTOP DAT-TA-HA-HA!”

Of course for any of us who’ve ever gotten to this point in a tickle story, we know the ladies didn’t, “ESTOP DAT.” In fact it would be redundant of me to say that it only encouraged them to tickle her harder, which I’ll do, for the sake of conformity.

Laughs at her expense bubbled beyond their lips as they watched her toes curl, reflexively responding to their every touch. For all her efforts, there wasn’t an angle she could take, nor a speed with which she could twitch, to keep their fingers from provoking the ever heightening sensations perusing her skin.

“AYE DIOS MIO! ESTOP DAT PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE!”

Another liberal application of oil assured her feet would remain primed for many strokes to come, even as their attention gravitated towards her bulging thighs. The shift was in no way coordinated, nor pre-ordained, but rather motivated off a natural desire to further explore so much naked body.

And as the bed compressed to their weight, suddenly becoming a congested square, she strained to look down her side, “Aye no! Senoritas… please, no more cosquillas!”

Her quivering legs trembled beneath them, powerless stumps under their weight.

Beseeched and repetitious cries flowed off her tongue as their hands clamped the tender tendons up and around her thighs. she clenched her fists so tight they turned red, and with blatant disregard she threw out an obscenity.

Angelica hunched her body till her ear hovered just out of reach of her teeth, “What was that?”

She repeated herself quickly, through, short, breaths, till the urge to laugh could be stifled no more.

“Perhaps it’s time I join in hmm?”

Through squinted eyes, she watched her hands find the dimples of her shaved armpits, where a sea of nerve endings seemed more than willing to comply.

What transpired was a union of ferocity and flesh that sent her large chest skyward, and her vocals far beyond the boundaries of the room.

“No mas?” Angelica teased, “Alright ladies, hands off for a minute.”

“I thought you said we were going to be ruthless?” Kathleen whined.

Angelica gave her friend a pat on the shoulder, “Well look who’s getting into the spirit.”

“Que… queren con mi?” Hortensia gasped.

Simona relayed the translation with a set of serious eyes.

“She still doesn’t get it? Silly little brown bitch. Tell this big breasted bimbo, we want to watch her suffer,” Angelica smiled deviously.

Simona again relayed the information which sent a great deal of confusion across her face. But before she could collect her thoughts, Angelica’s nails blew them away, into the farthest depths of her mind where coherency could not reach them.

“YA-HA-HA! PORFA-PLEE-HEE-HEEASE!”

What began at the tips of her elbows, these fickle tingles, quickly scurried back down onto her armpits. And there, they danced, frolicking about the skin.

Kathleen who’d grown a little more adventurous, nestled her hands between her thighs, where her thickness remained tensed amidst the anticipation.

“AYE NO! AYEEE-HEE-HEE NO!” she said writhing in fear.

Tantalizing her scattered follicles like wind over amber waves of grain, Kathleen watched every muscle flinch and flex, captivated by the sight. Then she remembered…

“WHA-HA-HA-JEE-HEE-HEE!”

It was hard for her to wrap her head around, what their little hands were capable of; Kathleen on her thigh, Simona back at her feet, and Angelica on her armpits. Yet there they were, three pairs of dainty hands, having their way with her body.

“Look at this you guys!” Kathleen shrieked.

Collectively drawn to her chipper tone, Angelica and Simona fixated their gaze on her crotch.

“Well, looks like somebody’s like a geyser,” Angelica teased, “What say we invite little Sepulveda for a little fresh air?”

“She’s probably due for some fresh air,” Kathleen chimed in.

“Fresh air,” Simona mimicked.

Angelica grinned.

No translations were required to assess what it meant, the feel of slick fingernails perusing her silky poxers. Better still was the understanding that no translation would keep what was about to happen, from happening.

In one swift motion her last line of protection was shifted down to her ankles. From their rather expressionless faces, they seemed a bit perplexed, let down almost, as was shaved, dripping and a love button like a helmeted soldier waiting to pass inspection.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that’s not…” Kathleen mumbled.

“Is that normal?” Angelica smirked.

Simona pinched her fingers together, “Is a little chiquito yes?”

It could’ve be argued that anything next to Simona would have appeared disproportionate, but I digress.

Despite its little flaw, her pussy quickly became the epicenter of attention, as the ladies took stiff feathers to her lips, content to watch it drip like a waterfall that went on forever.

“POR DIOS SA-JA-JA! DEJA-AYI-HEE-HEE!”

Her red parts were almost quivering much to their jubilation. Her button was Content, or rather **** to stand and take the torment as the big breasted woman howl as if a banshee was possessing her.

“SHEE-HEE-HEE-EET! PLEE-GEE-GEE-ASE ESTOP!”

Feathers transitioned to fingers as the suppler flesh of her waist jiggled for attention amidst ridged abdominal contractions. Even the leanest of stakes need a little fat to enhance the flavor. And under their vivacious hands, it jiggled some more. The vibrancy and animation with which her hips shimmied only adding to the already poignant allure of having someone so erratic, suddenly complacent.

Kathleen, noting her biceps completely flexed yet still utterly incapacitated let off a chuckle of her own through the volley of rich laughs revolving round the room, “She’s like actually trying to get out,” she said perplexed.

“Like that’s going to happen,” Angelica added.

Exiled through their fingers, pent up aggression lustfully led them inch by inch through the darkest skin on Hortensia’s body. In a place few had ever been granted such privileges, they went, carelessly unchecked and happily unchallenged.

She winced as her breasts finally broke free.

“Oh, there is no resisting,” Angelica said with a smile.

Her left leg, charged off an untimely thrust of her thumbs, jolted sideways, splitting her defenses, and in one swift motion her exposed sides of her womanhood was being combed by her fingertips.

“POR DIOS-SA-JA-JA!”

Sifting through the shaky skin, her hands rested against the entrance.

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Chapter 54: G

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Feb 4th 2024

“Hey, I thought we weren’t going to…” Kathleen gawked.

“What, I’m not doing anything,” Angelica frowned, gliding her fingers back down her trembling legs.

“Uh-huh,” Kathleen said doubtingly.

“Well excuse me for being thorough,” Angelica pouted.

“One can get a little too thorough,” Kathleen huffed.

Simona’s fingers slowed to a steady scribble against Hortensia’s left foot, “What jew ladies talk about?”

A quick explanation brought attention to the elephant in the room and stifled laughter on the lips of the ladies as they tangled, mentally, with the unspoken understanding that loomed in their subconscious.

Then a rouge thought was voiced.

And at once, this unspoken understanding crumbled under its shaky foundation.

“WHOAH… SENIORITAS PLEAS-S-SE…”

“Oh, is she ticklish too?” Angelica asked teasingly. “I think she is!”

An unsettling prickle snaked up her thighs as her head became subject to her sharp nails grazing round its rim.

“Come on baby, laugh for mommy,” Angelica said whimsically.

It was a cheesy one liner, fitted for cheap pornographic videos with cardboard actors and paper-thin plots, but then again here we are, in the middle of something most impalpable.

She hissed, clenching tight her hands, anything to subdue and confine the livid infatuations encompassing her mental capacity. Then, just as the sun follows the rain, a more pleasurable hand gesture ignited her entrance.

With her lip tucked tightly behind her teeth she invited darkness and road the wave of alternating hands feisty for a touch. There were vigorous strokes coming off more experienced hands, and fragile ones of which she undoubtedly assumed belonged to the timid girl scouter. And while the shifting dynamic wasn’t exactly conducive, she found herself slowly relenting her fists to embrace the satin euphoria gradually engulfing her.

“Am I doing it right?” Kathleen would ask.

Weightless, she careened the traversed stairway into the upper echelons where an incessant pulse grew increasingly harder. Then suddenly, before she could reach the top floor, the stairs were pulled out from under her.

“AYI-EE-HEE-HEE-YA-JA-JA!”

Harrowing titillations pierced their way through her dense body, as their hands again became harbingers of torment wrapped in pearlescent innocence.

They raked her chest with quick circular motions, drilled between her toes with the proficiency of a Craftsman power tool, whittled her tender belly with the speed of a journalist drowning under an approaching deadline.

“NO MAS,” became her battle cry; a juxtaposition of weightless words. A feeble attempt to regain control; to restore a balance of power that was once in her favor; to bring an end to this monumental display of ill repute.

“SENORITAS PO-OH-HO-HOR-FAOR-RA-HA-HA!”

A few beads of sweat dripped from her temple as her skin glazed, glazed by the fiery passions of their unrequited sexual starvation. As their touch turned from ravenous excavations fathoms beneath the surface of her body to soothing sensual caresses, all that was holding her mental capacity hostage ceased to exist, exiting her body as rampantly as it had barged in uninvited. All that remained was a shrill whisper of air off relaxed lips as Hortensia’s lungs indulged in the invisible life sustaining substance.

“I think she prefers…”

Angelica’s firm grip finished the statement as strong fluid stroke upon strong fluid stroke revitalized the dripping fountain from trickle to deluge.

Crimson hands returned to their natural shade as Hortensia cooed and relaxed her body again; the welcome stimulation steadily working its way inside her exposed lips. The torment, which only moments ago had been of such malevolence on her psyche, seemed distanced with every satisfying stroke. Like tiny beacons of light too far off the shoreline to merit any thought, her doubts and fears laid asunder in the surreal pleasure that coddled her.

“Look at her go,” Kathleen teased as she took her turn.

“Jess, look her face,” Simona chimed in.

Feverish vertical motions off a carousel of hands kept Hortensia’s toes curled and her back arched as she again began her ascend into those upper echelons. With her head pressed hard against the bed she licked her lips and smiled, fully invested.

“Who’s going to be the recipient?” Angelica wondered aloud as her hand squeezed her twitching clit.

“I hope it’s me,” Kathleen giggled.

“No way! You’re not even doing it right!” Angelica bantered back.

Kathleen replied by taking two hands to both her entrances during her turn.

“Cheater!” Angelica murmured.

“What?! You girls have big hands!” She shrugged.

It wouldn’t be long now as she felt her stiff nipples stand at attention. Every ounce of her being, every feeling and emotion, seemingly encapsulated betwixt their fibers as she readied for the inevitable. And then with one last stroke her eyes shut tight, and her mind went blank.

It cascaded down her smooth skin and onto her hands and she indulged in a few more racks.

Like a breeze over amber waves of grain, tremors careened down her body as inch by inch static electricity of the most carnal engulfed her essence. she sighed as splendor’s last titillations trickled up her toes and into the atmosphere encompassing the room.

She remained weightless, slowly descending into the valleys; until an awakening under her arms brought her biceps back to puffy form.

“She thought we were done with her!” Angelica smirked.

Confused, Kathleen slowly motioned her hands towards her belly.

“We’re not?”

“Not quite,” Angelica replied softly, “Simona, get in on this!”

Suppressed stimulations at once resurfaced, sending her body shimmying to the limits of its confinement, and her womanhood to begin juicing once more.

It was a slippery little clit, flopping about with frantic discombobulation off every erratic pelvic thrust. A remnant of pleasure of which the rest of her body had since disassociated. Off these unwarranted, stimulatory erotic frictions, she responded, with lividness on her tongue and boisterous bodily behaviors of the most innate. her mental stability, a state of disorder that hinged off the frail touch of fingertips tantalizing her skin in incessant circular motions. Drifting betwixt pleasure and torment her emotions wallowed.

“PROQUEE-JEH-JEH-JEH! DEMONIOS NOO-HO-HO!”

“Is it me, or is she like, even more ticklish?” Angelica pondered above the raucous prattle.

Indeed her reactions seemed more lively, her body more receptive; As if exponentially, her sensitivity had intensified in the afterglow. Fingertips now seemed even more charged as they carelessly perused her torso, every poke and prod evoked an immense ripple of gut busting laughter. A cauldron of calamity, pouring generously over every last inch of her body.

“Jew right! she is,” Simona finally spoke up.

And so, writhing she remained, a blubbering mass, drenched in her own juices, void of all hope, ensnared in the increasingly overwhelming euphoria of a hundred fingers exploiting and excavating, owning her every breath, dictating her every movement.

Life as it was, under the sun, carried on outside Angelica’s room; with the birds and the bees flying about, trees rustling to life off a spare gust of wind weaving through their branches, squirrels narrowly avoiding **** as it barreled towards them at thirty miles per hour, and the rake, which had been so easily forgotten, so carelessly dropped, laid lifeless amidst the leaves.

"Now that was a story, my dear con artist. Ready for more?" she taunted as the naked young Jennifer Lopez lookalike gasped in some much needed air.

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Chapter 55: Mrs Mullins and the giggle girls by Sherbet Riley

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Feb 4th 2024

There, strapped naked to a bondage table, was Taylor’s date. her body was sweaty and trembling, her dripping pussy deluging somewhat, dribbling precum. she was wearing a blindfold, with her wrists and ankles firmly held in place by thick leather straps. her belly was covered in lipstick kisses, at least three dozen. There, kneeling by the head of the table was Mimi, her lips moving just inches from the poor woman’s ear. Hayley couldn’t make out what she was saying but it seemed to be having a devastating effect on the lady. As her lips moved, the surprisingly endowed woman began to whine and pull reflexively against her restraints. All the while, her pussy continued to drip as her button left its petals and part of inner was visible.

“No…” she whimpered, “that’s not…nuhhh…nooo…don’t say that…I…I can’t…please….that’s not…that’s not true…stop…please stop…”

“I’m baaaaaack!” Taylor sang as she bounced back into the room, armed with a pink feather duster. “Guess what I haaaaaave!”

“Please!” the lady croaked, trying her best to lift her head up, “just…just let me go…I swear I won’t tell a soul what yo-oooohhohohohhohohohohooooo!”

Taylor had started dusting her right sole with the fluffy feather duster, a predatory little smile spreading across her face as she watched her toes twitch and dance.

“Won’t tell a sole? But you have two of ‘em right here! And they’re awfully dusty, aren’t they?”

“Nohohohohohohohooooooo! Nohohohohoho duhuhuhuhust! Plehehehehehease nahahahahahahat mihihihihihihihiy feeeeeehehehehehehehet!”

“Aww! Did you see that Mimi? The widdle wiggler’s got some tickly piggies! I know how much you wuv those. Why don’t you tell her a piggy story?”

Mimi leaned down once more and pressed her lips beside the lady’s ear. No sooner did she start speaking did her laughter begin to spike.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE HER STOP! GEHEHEHEHEHET HEHEHEHEHEHER AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHWAHAHAY FROHOHOHOHOHOM MEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAHAHAHAND IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific honey bun. Are you talking about meeeeeee?” Taylor asked as she took a step forward and began dusting her pussy. As the beads of precum got caught in the feathers they began to glisten and shine in the light, giving the duster an almost magical, sparkly effect. The lady moaned in pleasure but these were soon overtaken by giggles once more as Mimi’s hands crept down her outstretched arms, teasing her slowly from her elbows to her armpits.

“YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUR SIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISTER! GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET HEHEHEHEHEHEHER AWUH-AWUHAHAHAHAHAHAY FROHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOM MIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIY EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEARS! MAHAHAHAHAHAKE HEHEHEHEHEHER STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP TAHAHAHAHAHAHALKING! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUNBEHEHEHEHEHEARABLE!”

Mimi didn’t seem to like that. Her lips began to move even faster as she continued to whisper god knows what into her ears. This was too much for the lady and she began to buck against her restraints with renewed desperation and shake her head. Hayley couldn’t be sure but…were those tears rolling down her cheeks?

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP! STHOHOHOHOHOHOP! OHHOHOH GOHOHOHOD MAHAHAHAHAKE HEHEHEHEHER STOHOHOHOHOHOHOOP! I’M SORREEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY! I – “

“PBRBRBRBRBRBRTTT! Taylor was grinning as she gave her another raspberry. Then another. And another. “PBRBRBRBRBRBRZZZTT!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The lady was beyond words now. All she could do was shake, rattle, laugh and sob as the two sisters had their way with her.

“Wow look at all these kisses!” Taylor exclaimed as she regarded the garden of lipstick kisses that had blossomed all over her trembling torso. “How many do you think there are, Mimi? She asked, giving the lady’s face a quick little dusting with her feathers for emphasis.

Mimi, who was busy stroking and skittering her long fingers in the hollows of the shrieking lady’s armpits, simply shrugged, before giving the lady’s ear a tender little kiss.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know either. Let’s count, ‘em!”

“NO! NOHOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T! IHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S TOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANYYY!”

“Well let’s see!” Taylor began poking and wiggling her finger against the lipstick marks one at a time, making sure to change the manner of touch with each successive kiss. The first one was a quick poke. The second was a naughty finger wiggle. The third was a quick digging of her knuckle. And so on. “Twooooooooo! Threeeeeeeeee!”

“TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYLOHOHOHOR! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHID IHIHIHIHIHIHI WAHAHAHAHAHAHAS SOHOHOHOHOHOHOORRRRREEEEEEE!”

“Fouuuuuuurrrrrrrrr….”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!”

Taylor stepped back from the table and pouted.

“Awwww, you made me lose count. I’m gonna have to start all over. Mimi, tell her about the Silly Seat!”

“NO! I DOHOHOHOHOHON’T WAHAHAHAHANNA HEHEHEHEHEAR ABOHOHOHOHOUT THEHEHE – “

But then Mimi’s began to whisper in the lady’s ear again and she absolutely lost it. her neck was bright red, nearly matching the shades of lipstick that covered her torso.

“NOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T! IHIHIHIHIHI WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T! YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU CAHAHAHAHAHAHN’T MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE MEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“Onnnnnnnne….Twooooooooo….Threeeeeeeee!”

"Hello, Charlie!" Charlene was still giggly, the lips against her belly driving her wild. "Those are two tickle tales designed to drive you wild as punishment for your cruelty towards women. They are gender bent stories....just like you." she smirked as Charlene puffed. "Now nod your head if you are ready to submit to being sodomised by every woman you ever hurt as well as a few closeted ones, you have never met. After that, you will be released from your torment." "A-And huhuh a woman again?" Dawn smirked. "no." "N-NEVER!" cried Charlene.

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Chapter 56: The House At The End Of The FTC byPeterVincentTGVK

by: Lord Robbie - We got this! on Feb 4th 2024

Last thing I remember... Those hot ass babes were tickling the shit out of me and I was loving every minute of it. But there was some twisted motive behind it. Angel tickled me with them to such an ****. Did I pass out? Too many questions...

Angel appears to my right in a cage built of feathered steel. An ingenious contraption. Try to escape and be tickled. She grabs the bars and two feathers reach out and trace her outstretched armpits. She giggles against her will and pulls her arms back. I can't help but feel my pussy juice a little at the sight.

In the right side of the room, I see a woman. A beautiful, busty brunette with short hair. She walks into the room from a side door near the corner. The one who was straddling me! She is dressed as a lawyer, complete with briefcase in her left hand. What new games await me?

“Your Honor...” The brunette states.

I look to the Judge's bench and see the other girl from before, the blonde who was having a torrid affair with my sensitive armpits before. She takes her seat at the Judge's bench and bangs an electric toothbrush, instead of a feather, against the desk. She speaks.

“Hear me, hear me...” She begins, “Tickle court is now in session.”

Kim faces Claire.

“MMazikeen Prosecutor, State your case.”

Claire set her briefcase down at her table. She opened it and pulled out several different feathers and a sheet of paper. She put on a pair of glasses and inspected the document. She then stood up and read from it.

“Your Honor. We intend to prove that the defendant is far too ticklish. We have brought her into the underworld with the aid of her willing female counterpart, and now we wish to hold a trial to prove this true.”

Kim smirked. This was all some kind of game. What would I have to endure in this 'tickle court'?

Claire pointed towards the Jury Bench.

“May I present the finest rogue of female ticklers from history. First off, Cleopatra!”

Cleopatra appeared in the first seat. She was radiantly beautiful. Her nails were at least three inches long. I began to worry when she smirked at me. Claire continued...

“Marie Antionette!”

Marie showed up next to Cleopatra in a rather demure dress and giggled sweetly when she saw my naked form.

“Salome!”

The belly dancer from the pages of the Bible took her seat beside Marie. A feather boa around her neck. She bounced her tits up and down, teasingly vibrating in her seat for a few seconds. My pussy began to drip. Cleopatra smiled lustfully.

“Pocahontas!”

The Indian beauty sat with multiple feathers in her hands. I could only imagine how many women had fallen prey to them in her time.

“And finally, the original tickler, Eve!”

Eve took her seat beside Pocahontas, naked as I was. Pocahontas reached out a feather to run up and down Eve's side. Eve laughed with the sweetest voice I had ever heard. Pocahontas stopped and they all turned their attention to Kim.

“This lady was tickled to right into our dimension by myself, Claire, and Angel over there. Now we must test to see which of you will have domain over her in the next world. You have addressed your favorite tickle spots and will have a small amount of time to test each one. If she is found guilty of being too ticklish, she will incur an eternity with the one who makes her laugh the most.”

Claire spoke.

“Her girlfriend, Angel, will watch and offer tips where they are needed. We will prove this girl to be far too ticklish for life.”

“Very good.” Kim stated. “Now, Cleopatra, please begin.”

“Yes, your Honor.” The Egyptian beauty rose and slinked over to me, her gold dress jingling with each step. She stopped and knelt down to my feet. She looked up at me with a smile.

“My slaves could never stand my punishments. My nails always made short work of them.”

She drew her long nails up my soles in a teasing pattern.

“Heheheehehehehehehehehehehehehe stohohohohohoohohoohoppp!” I giggled as she tickled my helpless soles.

“How do you think I pleasured Ceasar in bed?” She asked with a wink as she drew her nails under my toes, “This little asp went to market... This little asp went to the pyramid... This little asp... OH the Hell with it! Tickle tickle tickle!”

She scribbled her nails furiously.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA”

“Time's up” Claire stated. “Next, Marie Antionette!”

Cleopatra went back to her seat and Marie approached. She stood to see me face to face. She smiled and blushed at my juicy lips before looking into my eyes.

“When I was a girl, I loved to paint.” Marie pulled out two stiff paintbrushes from between her wonderful breasts. “Would you like to see?”

She began to gently prod my underarms with them.

“Hehehehehahahahahahahahahahaha” I laughed indignantly as she 'painted'.

“A bush here...” She drew on my left armpit.

“A tree there...” She continued on my right.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe”

“Of course, I could never stay inside the lines.” She wiggled them all over my underarms.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHHAHAHAH A!”

Very good, Marie.” Claire interrupted. “Feel free to chime in any time Angel.”

“Yes, Mistress”, My girlfriend responded. Claire called out.

“Salome!”

The gorgeous belly dancer shimmied her way over to me. She stopped and placed her fingertips on my tummy, causing me to suck it in as best I could. She laughed evilly at my attempts.

“Oh, dear girly, I made an art out of belly tickling in my day.”

She drew her fingers below my bellybutton causing me to squirm and giggle.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahehehehehhehe”

“That's right, giggle for mommy little girl, All little girlys are tickly here.”

She wiggled a finger inside my bellybutton and I yelped.

“HEHEHEheheheehehehehehehehhehehehehehhehehehehhe! ”

“Her sides are really ticklish. Don't neglect them.” Angel advised. Oh no! She was going to go along with this after all. “Play Itsy Bitsy Spider with her!”

Salome giggled and gave me a knowing look. She placed her fingertips at my hips and gently started marching them up my sides. She began to sing sweetly.

“The itsy bitsy spider crept up the water spout...”

“Hehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe...”

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out...” She quickly stroked back down to my hips, causing me to yelp. All the girls giggled.

“Up comes the sun and dries out all the rain...” She skitters her nails all over my tummy.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“And the itsy bitsy spider crept up the spout again...”

“Okey dokey! That will do!” Claire stated as she pinched her own nipples through her top, clearly aroused. Pocahontas! Show her your feathers!

The native American woman approached me, passing Salome, and stood behind me. What is she doing?

I felt two feathers kiss one butt cheek apiece, and begin stroking.

“Hehehehehehehehehe nohohohohot my buhuhuhuuhuttttt!” I was so embarrassed. All the girls giggled once again and Claire bent over, wagging her ass at me as a taunt.

“Yes your butt”, Pocahontas responded, “I used to tickle all the young squaws here when they tried to advance themselves on me. Quite a good way to keep a girl in line... just feathering her bottom. She laughed.

“A good way to get her is to play 'Circle, Circle'”, Angel spoke up. NO!

Pocahontas turned to face her.

“What is that?” the Indian queried.

Angel raised up her two index fingers and pantomimed.

“Start drawing in spirals getting closer and closer to the centers of her round cheeks.”

Pocahontas began and smiled mischievously. Angel chanted in a sing-song voice.

“Circle, circle... round and round... how many giggles can be found?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Claire continued singing as the feathers drew closer and closer to their marks at the center of my butt cheeks.

“Take her to the nurse so the nurse can say... 'These tickly buns will make her laugh all day!”

Pocahontas mercilessly tickled my bottom until Claire spoke up.

“And now, for the mother of ticklers, EVE!”

The first woman created walked towards me, passing Pocahontas. She wore a smile and nothing else. My pussy was drenched.

“Talk about a wet nurse.” Kim joked, making me blush.

“Lillith was the first, and you will NOT be the last, baby.” Eve smiled as she knelt down and kissed my lips. I quivered as she drew out her smooch. She placed her nails on my hips and spider tickled up and down.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahaha!”

“This is the ultimate tickle spot.” She proclaimed as she brought her fingertips to my clit and lips. I jumped a little as they lightly tickled against my mound. I blushed and giggled nervously

“COURT IS ADJOURNED!” Kim shouted.

Suddenly, all of them ran up and took their places: Cleopatra at my feet, Marie at my armpits, Salome at my tummy, Pocahontas at my bottom, and Eve at my genitals. They all tickled mercilessly.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

I heard all of them chanting as Eve tickled my pussy with her fingertips and lapped her tongue at my lips...

“TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE... COOCHIE COOCHIE COO... TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE... COOCHIE COOCHIE COO... TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE...COCHIE COOCHIE COOO... TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE... COOCHIE COOCHIE COO...”

the Transformation (SFW tickle ****, FFf/F, language)

aberdeen

Transformation : Introduction

A collaboration by natscott6282 & aberdeen

First, a little bit of my history. I am Brianna, a high school student who had turned 18 at the beginning of my senior year, along with my other HS friends mentioned in this story.

I was a fairly quiet kid in school—Kept to my own business, did my schoolwork, made some friends.

One of my friends was a girl named Timothy (Timmy). she was a medium height, slender guy. From seeing her in PE classes over the years, I knew she had a runner’s build … Flat stomach… Decent abs…A lean look to her hips…With wiry, muscled arms and legs. A good build for fitness and sports in general. Dark hair. For some reason I noticed she had kind of narrow feet for a girl.

One item of note was that Timmy had a twin sister Amy. Despite being twins, Timmy and her sister had somewhat separate circles. Amy had her own crowd of friends that she ran with most of the time. The group had mostly popular girls—Ashley, Madison, Eve, Taylor, Sarah and Natalie. The remainder were quieter girls—Mattie, Jamie and Daria (or D as she liked to be called).

Daria had been a transfer student into our school a year back. For whatever reason, despite being new, I remembered D had no trouble becoming friends with the coed group, especially with Amy and Natalie. Now both girls were cute and somewhat quieter than their more popular pals, but seemed to take up with the new girl like a sister. It seemed as though they all shared the same thoughts, opinions, and maybe… hobbies?

It wasn’t until one special occurrence; did I find out exactly what hobby they shared and why they bonded so well together!

Despite being born only 5 minutes apart, Timmy and her slightly older sister didn’t always seem to get along (unlike some other twins I knew who seemed super close). They were sometimes the bickering siblings, usually over silly, stupid family stuff! Amy liked to remind her sister about her status of being the oldest, etc. Timmy wasn’t usually invited to hang out with Amy’s friend group over the years I knew her.

So the day I’ll most remember is a day when things between Timmy and her sister and her group all changed.

The day of the ‘event’ was a Friday, near the end of the school year. Upon leaving school that day, there was a text from someone about a gathering at Amy and Tammy’s house after school. The info also began circulating by word of mouth, so the word was passed around to a number of kids.

I know all the years I was in HS, there were frequently such meetings after school—Sometimes on the athletic field on campus, sometimes at peoples’ homes. There was never any bad behavior, **** or **** involved—The gatherings were just for after school socializing, playing video games, watching movies…Stuff like that.

This meeting at Amy & Timmy’s house was supposed to be a combined graduation celebration for the both of them, but was mostly an excuse for all their friends to hang out after school! A bunch of students were walking home, some dropping off at their houses, some heading to the ‘party house’! I noticed ‘D’ was walking along my path, and asked if I was going to stop at the twins’ celebration.

I was uncommitted at the time, but the new girl said, “Well…This gathering is for students only…The twin’s parents are away for the evening, and the next day!” She grinned. “NO parents allowed!”

“C’Mon…” I said. “What’s so special about that? Most of us like our parents—And what about food?” I knew how many times student gatherings were boring for lack of decent food!

D said, “Oh, we always send out for pizza!”

That sounded promising for the stomach! “Yeah…Maybe…” I said.

“You don’t wanna miss tonight!” D advised. “Our group always has a good time!”

“Yeah..” I said. “I’ve heard there is a lot of commotion sometimes at your group’s meet ups!” I looked at her. “So what goes on?”

“All kinds of stuff…fun stuff…” Smiled Daria. “It’s hard to describe…”

“Like the newest video games?” I asked.

“Nah…” Said the transfer student.

“Movies?” I offered.

“Nope…” D said, her eyes smiling. Dammit! Why was this new girl being such an ass? she could just TELL me the main attraction!

“WHAT then?” I asked, exasperated and kind of getting that 'pissed off ‘ feeling!

“More like a live performance….” D smiled.

“OH, like comedy?” I guessed.

Daria grinned. “Well, there is a lot of laughter!”

“So I’m right!” I said.

“You’re right about the laughter!” D chuckled. “You’re just gonna have to stop by for awhile!”

“Jeeeze, you’re acting like a jerk!” I stated.

“Just come!” Daria smiled. “I said its hard to describe..somethings you just need to see for yourself!” She grinned. “And I’ll bet you’ll wanna see it!”

By this time, I was at Amy and Tammy’s house…I had been thinking about the text and verbal offers during my route home…And the things Daria had mentioned.

“I guess I WILL stop in for a bit…” I said. D smiled.

I walked into the house and was directed to a lower level, where someone mentioned the two siblings had a finished basement.

As I walked down the stairs, I could hear some sort of commotion going on ahead of me, obviously over on the other side of the large finished recreation area.

I saw couches that had been pushed back out of the way, to make room for the spectacle that was happening…A spectacle I never expected to see!

My friend Tammy was being held by a group of students, mostly made of her twin sister’s friend group! Except….her face had changed. She looked….like a big breasted girl. Amy’s sister was wearing a workout shirt and athletic shorts, and a pair of socks! Already looking quite disheveled, she was looking more so by the second, as Jaimee and Mattie had her arms locked into theirs and away from her sides! Each of her legs were held by 2 or 3 girls of the friend group, and despite her best attempts, she was being pulled and pushed down onto the carpeted floor! Natalie was helping with one leg, but her sister Amy was directing the group on how to place her on the floor!

Tim was vehemently protesting her situation!

“NO! NOOOO!” she shouted. “You CAN”T! What are you gonna DO to me?”

As the group got her down, Amy made sure to have the girl stretched out with her rump on a medium thick cushion! The holders all worked as a unified team and quickly used their weight to straddle her arms and legs and secure them to the floor! her tummy and hips were across the pad and flexed upwards toward the ceiling! The friends spoke to each other, ignoring Tammy’s protests as they simply performed their tasks like they’d done it a thousand times!

The group members were glad to answer my friend’s questions!

Taylor said, “You know what you did!” As she pressed down on a leg!

Ashley smiled “Some sisters are just so dumb!”

Tammy screeched, “I’m sorry! I”M SORRY! AMY! PLEASE!”

The cute girl with wavy brown hair smiled at her sibling.

“Too late, little sister….” Amy replied. “You should have been nicer to me when I said ‘PLEASE!” Amy’s sweet face turned a bit more…stern looking! The sister was using her less than 5 minutes of older age to drive a spike into the heart of her sister’s psyche! Twins or not, it was obvious the girl had treated her wrongly and was now going to suffer some consequences!

Mattie chimed in with her views. “Bet you’re sorry you took her diary now, aren’t you?”

Tammy pleaded for mercy! “Yes! YES!” she babbled! “I said I was sorry! I”ll never do it again!”

“Of course you won’t!” Eve laughed. “But you still DESERVE the punishment you’re gonna get!” She looked around the group..and the audience of spectators. “Does everyone agree?”

There were no dissenters in the group, in the room, or in the universe! Tammy, the younger twin of Amy, was due for some deserved retaliation for her sisterly crime! The judgement had been passed….

“Yeah, baby sister….” Sweet Amy said. “You shouldn’t have taken my diary!”

“AMY! PLEASE!” The girl begged! “I only read a couple pages! I don’t even remember what they were about! Honest!!!”

Amy’s eyes gleamed with the hint of ****! “But you held onto it for days and days! I even asked nicely—I begged for you to give it back!”

The maligned sister then added, “You even threatened to post it on your Instagram!”

Other girls in the group crowed about her misdeeds!

“I can’t believe she DID that!” And “No WONDER he’s getting punished!” Along with “Yeah, she’s a total jerk!”

“NOOOO-HO-HO!” Babbled the bad girl sister!

“I told you there would be consequences!” Amy grinned.

“OH GOD!” The girl was frantic! “What are you gonna DO?”

My friend Tammy looked confused and terrified! All her verbal protesting, her attempts at pulling out of the grasp of the team of students holding her down—Were all for naught! The members of the group had obviously done this type of thing before!

Jaimee laughed, “It’s what WE are gonna do!” her laugh was not from mirth—It was a laugh of knowing glee! Jaimee KNEW what the team was going to do, and the glee was from the girl’s inability to stop it!

"It’s what we ALWAYS do!” Laughed Natalie, adding to the girl’s stress!

I was experiencing a bit of shock at the way they had gotten her down into position so easily and in awe of the possibilities that were straight ahead! My mind reeled as I remembered my own experience from just a few weeks back!

It was at a weekend robotics camp! For team building fun we decided to play a group variation of hide and seek! We had divided up into two teams-Teams A and B! All of us on Team A hid first in a couple of bunkhouses (They were empty during the day)! We all knew where our teammates were located, and unfortunately I was the first one caught by a member of Team B! My acquaintances from Team B plied me with questions about my teammates and their locations, but I held steady and wouldn’t tell! Then one of the B Team girls decided she had a way to ‘make me’ talk!

So that day, I was held down across a bunk bed and tickled by the remaining members of the group! I suddenly flashed back to that day and the tickling I received at the hands and fingers of those kids! I remember how they tickled me all over and wouldn’t let up! The ticklers in that group had my shirt pulled up to expose my torso, bra and part of my tummy! With camp members holding my limbs securely, the others took turns on my ribs, tummy armpits and feet! Even though their skills were average at best, the tickling was MUCH more intense than I had every received before or since! The camp members didn’t stop until I had lost most of my sanity and all of my dignity! I remember being wrecked beyond belief, until I was a panting, gasping shell of myself! I remember my screams of laughter and a multitude of noises that erupted helplessly from my mouth! The embarrassment came from both my having to recognize my ticklishness AND how all these other kids saw me in my most helpless, **** ticklish state!

Thinking back, I’m sure by the end I was bug-eyed and drooling from the intensity of the group torturing me for the information! It was as though they all had lightning in their fingers and sent it coursing through my body all at once! I had no shame in giving up the locations of my other “spy” teammates”, in fact doing so with great volume and enthusiasm! The kids tickling me that day didn’t let up until I squealed out all the names they wanted to hear and then some! I offered anything and everything to get them to stop! Despite bargaining to do a multitude of chores for the ticklers, they ignored my offers and tickled me intensely and relentlessly! I was only spared when one of the adult instructors was seen heading to the bunk house!

My memories of my own experience were barely finished when I was jolted back to the current day…

After Jaimee’ comment, the group holding Tammy down began peeling her shirt up slowly, working it off one arm at a time so she had no chance of a sudden escape from their clutches!

“What are you DOING?” Squealed the diary stealer!

Evidently, by pure instinct and subconscious thought, I found myself right up front in a gap in the crowd that was surrounding the ‘play area’ where the action was going to soon happen! I glanced over and saw my friend Daria watching the activities, a smile of satisfaction and a look of expectation in her bright eyes! I knew she’d been hanging with the coed group long enough to know what was coming, and her obvious joy of anticipation meant something wild, exciting or crazy was about to happen!

I heard some murmurs in the students in the audience of spectators! Some must have seen these events before because someone said,

“Oh Geese…She’s gonna get it now! Look at the size of her nipples, she is excited!”

Judging by the scene before me, with the girl stretched out and now shirtless, I was at least 80% sure I knew what was planned. I was also confused, how did Timmy have breasts? Timmy wasn’t a girl….or was she?

The sweet but now sweetly vengeful voice of Amy confirmed my suspicions!

The cute, brown haired girl said, “Relax, little sister…We’re just getting you ready! You know what we do! We’re gonna tickle you to absolute bits!”

The spectators that were new that day gave some gasps and murmurings as that information hit their ears and minds!

The sister Tammy may or may not have known about her twin’s tickle fixation and that of the group’s….But she responded the way ANY girl would!

“YEAH?” she babbled. “I’m not ticklish!”

THAT comment brought back another significant memory—This one from just a couple months earlier!

Tammy and I had been at someone’s house and sitting around a big fire pit in their backyard. There were benches, but not enough space for everyone to have a seat. It was cool weather, but only lightweight sweatshirts or pullover shirts were needed.

Tammy had been asked to shift and make room on the bench, but she protested and refused to move! One of the other kids decided to urge her to move! A girl named Nancy was standing behind my buddy and after a minute or so of Tammy’s refusal, she decided to take matters into her own hands (or fingers)! The girl goosed (or tasered) my friend’s ribs from behind, and right through the lightweight shirt!

I remember how Tammy squealed and yelped and almost slid off of the bench to try to escape the tickling fingers! The girl kept her hands on her, even slipping them under her shirt while another girl attacked my friend from another angle! It was a brief tickle ****, lasting until Tammy complied and made room on the bench! I definitely remembered how easily she was made into jello by such nonchalant, unplanned tickling!

So today, hearing Tammy insisting she was NOT ticklish? That was a recipe for disaster from the start! None of Amy’s friend’s even needed to know her response at the bonfire! The group was obviously very skilled at pinning a person down, and the only reason to have THAT knowledge was to hold a person down while massively tickling them!

The way this group worked, and the look on all their faces… I could tell they were skilled at tickling! I knew then it was going to be a long day for my friend Tammy!

I regained my focus and saw my friend stretched out! With people on her limbs, the pad pushing her tummy and torso out taut, Tammy had no way to escape! That’s when I saw Amy remove her sister’s ankle socks. The cute twin sister tickler didn’t just remove them…She made a teasingly tormenting little display out of the ordeal! While her sister continued to deny her ticklishness, Amy slipped a finger into the back edge of the sock, and peeled it off slowly. Tammy’s surprised reaction was because she felt her sister give her a zing along her sole as she removed the sock!

My friend’s yelp was repeated as she removed the second sock and decided to give a firmer touch down the middle of her sole with a

playful fingernail! Tammy also seemed to have a bit of a shudder as her feet wiggled from the teasing along her soles! she settled down quickly, but then I was frozen by the sight of Amy’s friend Natalie straddling the girl’s thighs!

“You need to get OFF of me!” The girl protested! she was not only looking at the girl sliding across her thighs, but also trying to look at each of the other members holding her down!

The protests only encouraged the group to appear to hold her more securely! Tammy could feel them adding extra pressure!

Jaimee smiled, “We’re not going ANYWHERE!” Then she added, “Neither are YOU!”

Tammy struggled more, but it was useless! she became angry in her helplessness!

“Fuck YOU!” she glared at Jaimee! “Fuck ALL of you!”

She said, her voice now more stressed than angry….It seemed to me she was ‘giving in’ to the reality of her fate!

“Just let me UP —RIGHT NOW!” The pinned girl had a resurgence of resistance before to her embarrassment, her bra gave way exposing two very large breasts. Laughter followed as Tammy was red faced. You stare at them, Okay, there was no way that they were fake, was Timmy always a girl?

The sweet, innocent looking dark-haired girl was working her fingers into the waistband of the girl’s athletic shorts, out at the far sides of each hip!

Tammy wailed in anguish! “What!? What are you DOING?” she blurted out! “Get your fingers out of there!”

Natalie’s eyes were steady, glancing over the girl’s torso, ribs, waist, breasts, nipples and now the expanse of hip and tummy flesh! she was stretched out so her slender frame was on full display. The borders of her arm muscles, the very stiff diamonds on top of the flesh mounds attached to her chest, the definition of her ribs were all so visible! Tammy’s flat tummy, starting from the inverted ‘V’ of her ribs and breastbone, extended downward. her softer middle tummy showed her navel and the vague shadows of her tummy muscles or dips.

My eyes noted her very visible hip bones, and followed the hollows from them to her lower groin areas. All of us could see a lot, but it wasn’t as much as Natalie wanted…Or NEEDED! The athletic shorts were only a few paltry inches below the girl’s bellybutton, but the fabric blocked the view of the lowest few inches of the girl’s still SFW territory—The lowest bit of her tummy and hip grooves!

“Relax…” Natalie said, in a matter of fact tone. We’re gonna tickle you all over, and to absolute bits!” The girl spoke calmly, but her demeanor was so confident it was terrifying! Her fingers seemed to be ready for action, and Tammy blurted out, “Don’t you DARE take my shorts off!”

“Hmff, ” Said the girl, a bit of a smile on her lips! “I need these shorts down—For a proper tickling we need ALL your ticklish skin on show!”

She continued…”We’re gonna tickle your tummy more than you’ve ever had done before!”

Tammy started to reply, to protest one more time—“But I’m not tickl—-?”

Natalie gave the girl’s athletic shorts s firm yank down!

‘OMGGG!!!!’ I thought, as I took in the sight!

“OMGGGGG!!!!!” Tammy squealed in surprise and SHOCK as she felt the shorts tugged downward!

Skilled Natalie stopped at the perfect level! The athletic shorts were down as far as they could go and still have the girl’s privacy still intact!

The last few inches of her **** low tummy and hip creases were now out there for all to see!

“NOW we have everything we need to see!” The dark haired girl stated, a smile on her lips.

After Tammy got over her initial shock and shriek, she was able to quickly breathe herself to normal! Normal didn’t last long, however….

A girl in the audience spoke out! “OMG! She’s so bare!”

That had to be supremely embarrassing! Even I had not seen my friend (or any girl for that matter) so uncovered except for the communal experience of showering in PE classes over the years!

“Yessss, “ Hissed Natalie, with obvious glee! “She’s bare AND stretched out! I’ll bet you can’t move a bit!”

That taunt was a dagger into the girl’s mind! My friend responded with the mental reflex that anyone would have…She tried to wiggle her hips to test her words!

Tammy’s eyes looked even more panicked with the realization of her true immobility!

Amy chuckled. “See, little sister? You’re not going ANYWHERE!” Then she added, “How ticklish did you say you were?”

Even with my lack of experience at such things, I could see the look in her face as her demeanor fell!

That ‘trapped and no way out’ look!

Before she could even ask the question, Natalie gave the next answer!

“And this is gonna last for AGES….” The dark haired tickler said, drawing out that last word in a gleeful tone!

Tammy’s eyes were huge circles and her face was one of terror—Terror of facing something and not knowing how bad it would be or when it would end!”

“OKAY! OK!OK!” The girl stuttered. “I can’t—“ she pleaded. “I AM ticklish! You can stop this! I give….”

Natalie grinned at the group’s new subject.

“It doesn’t matter! We’re gonna tickle you to bits!

Longer than you’ve ever been! For ages—Until our fingers fall off!”

Tammy made this sound…A sound like I’d never heard from a strong young girl before….She whimpered.

It was not just a whimper of simple surrender, but a whimper of prescient defeat!

Natalie’s fingertips began touching her bare skin on her lowest part of her lower tummy…

The tension in the room was palpable…. Tammy was stretched out so well, her tummy and abdomen arched up…SO immobilized by the team members on her limbs…That whole area totally bare for everyone to see! In this perfect position, with such access and vulnerability , the girl would be SO easy to properly tickle ****!

Like everyone else seeing my friend so perfectly positioned, I immediately thought of tickling! But unless anyone else had been involved in a truly profound tickling, I may have been the only one in the audience who developed that tingling, shivery sensation on the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades—For I KNEW what was coming my friend’s way!

Then there was the innocent-looking dark haired girl sitting on her thighs while just resting her fingertips on the lowest of her tender tummy flesh, just above the waistband of her pulled down shorts!

For the most part, Natalie watched, no, studied that low tummy, and glanced occasionally at the subject’s face!

The sweet girl asked my friend a question.

Natalie said, “So why did you lie about being ticklish?”

From where I stood, the girl was not even moving her fingers. Tammy’s own breathing, already irregular from the anticipation of what was to come, caused the contact with her fingers that she could feel so well! It was a truly masterful technique to let her own body create the first torturous touches!

It was also obvious that this short period was a well planned pause for questioning…and the questioning was to increase the girl’s apprehension and her ticklishness!

“I dunno!” Tammy whined. “I dunno!”

Amy chimed in…”C’Mon, little sister….You need to tell us…”

Tammy’s face became blushed as she thought hard, trying to come up with an answer.

“It’s embarrassing!” she finally blurted.

“Awwww…” Murmured Natalie. “Why?”

The girl laid there, her breathing causing the contact with the girl’s fingertips…I now realized fully that her own involuntary movements were being used against her! My God, these girls and this team were…Amazingly skilled and thoughtful!

Tammy was squirming more under her touch…And obviously more anxious as her small movements couldn’t change a thing! The look on her face was one of stark panic! she MUST be feeling the touch of those fingers even more!

“Teenagers aren’t supposed to BE this ticklish, only wittle girls are!” My friend stated! she sounded angry at her own teenagehood…Like her body and mind were betraying her! Well….They were!

Natalie grinned, keeping her eyes on her low tummy.

“Yes, you are a ticklish, wittle girl….” She said, very matter of factly. “And we’re gonna make SURE you know it!”

Now I could see her finger now starting to move…Just barely.

“We’re gonna tickle you for ages…” Sarah added. “Until everyone knows it too!”

“Then you won’t ever need to deny your ticklishness again!” Said Natalie.

Tammy made a noise! A noise of recognition, a whimpering sound from deep in her core!

I began to understand the group’s thinking! There was the **** factor, of course! Tammy had been very unwise to steal her sister’s diary, and then to read even a bit of it—That was a sin that even the closest sibling would naturally have to “pay for” I some way!

But another reason for this planned session was to simply expose the girl’s ticklishness, just for the fun of it, I guess? To show her normal vulnerabilities to such a natural thing like tickling! A part of me hoped to see my friends’ pussy. And see if it was as bare as the rest of her. How did I ever think a girl called Tammy was a boy?

Now as I watched the scene, Natalie’s fingers were moving…Slowly and methodically…And continuously!

My friend was becoming more panicked as the tickling sensations MUST be increasing!

‘Aw GEEZE! AW GEEEZE!” Tammy babbled. “That tickles!”

The dark haired girl smiled. “This can’t be tickling….I’m barely touching you!”

“It IS!!!” Wailed my friend! her face had the serious look EVERY tickled person makes when they get tormented! Serious with a bit of terror!

“Nah….” Natalie said. “I think you’re faking…Just so we stop!”

“No way we’re gonna stop!” Amy said with big sisterly glee!

The girls used her admission of her ticklishness against Her! Telling her they didn’t believe her words was an inescapable turn of events! If telling the truth wasn’t going to satisfy her tormentors, how would the helpless girl EVER get them to stop? Tammy’s face immediately became more frantic as they had just closed down her only way to obtain mercy!

Worse than that was how my friend’s reactions were just getting more pronounced! It was obvious that Natalie’s fingers were increasing the sensations and making her even more ticklish!

As Tammy squirmed and squealed, I watched her tummy under the dark-haired girl’s fingertips! Her relentless touching and grazing with her fingertips and nails was causing little spasms or ripples in the flesh under her touch! And when Natalie caused and found a spasm, she honed in on it with a single fingertip, focusing her tickling energy right into that obviously ultra sensitive spot! Tammy’s nipples looked like they would cut the air.

Tim tried to hold her reactions in check…but failed miserably! It was incredibly unfair how easily the girl’s fingers teased and elicited more spasms and more laughter!

“HA! HO!” My friend gurgled. “Uhhhh…O God!”

I was amazed at how quickly this girl was turning my buddy into a frantic mess!

But as I watched, transfixed at the interactions, the reason became clear!

This girl Natalie was incredibly gifted with the skills of her fingers, but it was her FOCUS on the responsive flesh under her control that was sending my friend into higher and higher levels of anguish from her tickling! I know she was watching her sometimes for her reactions, but mostly she studied the area she was working on…

Once she elicited the small involuntary spasms, or twitches…Natalie stayed on them using just one fingertip to tease and tickle….Until the spasm was constant and uncontrollable, a small rippling wave of sensitized flesh! The spasm turned to a ripple and the ripple became more pronounced…a small tidal wave….then as she continued…the tickled flesh seemed to develop a mind of its own….and it was having convulsions under her relentlessly teasing and torturous touch! And each level of tickling created more involuntary movements for her to identify and work on….OMG! Tammy simply didn’t stand a chance to hold up against this degree of intense tickling!

The energy from Natalie’s touch bore into the girl’s very essence! Her methods weren’t to produce a superficial tickling experience like an observer usually sees! Her fingers’ energy went into and through her flesh, then invaded —Emanating from the point of tickling to everywhere through and through! The girl wasn’t being tickled just on her body but the sensations were taking over her mind as well! Natalie’s methods were designed for a profound degree of tickling…Tickling to her very CORE!

I felt both mesmerized AND shuddery on the inside! My neck and back of my shoulders tingled from not just seeing the tickling….It was SO intense, so PROFOUND…I was experiencing it myself!!! Or re-experiencing it! Seeing this intense tickling brought back my memories of my own experience of being held down and tickled to absolute bits by my group of friends! But as intense as my own tickling had been, it did not compare to the current day and my friend’s plight!

Tammy was now responding constantly to the dark-haired girl’s expert touch! She was making her way around her taut, immobilized tummy and torso….Tickling, teasing and tickling more as every spasm Natalie created with her skillful fingers earned further focus and deeper concentration from the tickler’s deft fingertips! With every new movement, more sounds of gasping, hoarse and uncontrollable laughter came from Tammy’s lips! And the more laughter or noises of anguish were drawn from her, the more the studious Natalie worked on her chosen tickle toy!

Then, the girl slid her fingers on either side of Tammy’s stretched out torso, finding the lowest inches of her V Lines, or groin creases! OMG! I KNEW these lines were some of the most sensitive spots on anyone and everyone! I swallowed in agony in place of my poor friend!

At the first touch on her hip creases, Tammy made a little noise…A low, **** noise from deep in her throat! As if trying to stifle an even louder sound that threatened to erupt from her lips! Or maybe from deep within her very core….

Natalie’s smile refreshed as her eyes didn’t need to look to know the tickle toy’s expressions! Oh, she stole quick glances to enjoy brief moments of her face of ticklish terror, but mostly she stayed in her studious mode, now watching the skin ahead of her fingers in her hip hollows!

Tammy had reduced her pace of breathing and regained a small bit of control but quickly lost it all at her touch on this new territory!

The skillful fingers and thumbs of the tickle torturer pressed forward, even firmer….

Almost reflexively my friend blurted out, “Not THERE!”

I was nearly dizzy as Tammy’s face was so distraught from the tickling to come….She almost looked as though she would cry!

Natalie replied, “Yes… THERE!” Her fingers began to move a bit, creating the spasms in a new line of ultra sensitive girl flesh!

Tammy’s eyes bugged out and she pleaded with her most pitiful ‘little girl face’—

“PLEEASE NOT THERE!!!”

“But why NOT?” Asked Natalie, smiling at her predicament!

She began moving her fingers upwards, toward her waist on each side—Where the hip bones provided an easily seen destination!

The girl had no answer! she only whimpered….A pathetic little mewl of knowing surrender to her fate! she knew from her tummy tickling exactly what was going to happen with this path of ticklish flesh, but she couldn’t stop it, so why try? her whimper said it all!

Natalie watched the skin ripple ahead of her advancing fingertips, as they skimmed and teased and pressed and massaged northward…

As I watched this tickler girl use her fingers so easily, I saw the same ripples she did and heard and saw the responses from my poor helpless friend!

As those fingers chased the ticklish ripples farther upward from her low tummy up to her waist and hipbones, Tammy’s sounds of gurgling, partially stifled laughter became higher, and louder…And her eyes began wider and more panicked as she was becoming deeply aware of her newfound ticklishness! I mean, I know from my one experience how you can be surprised with tickling and simply respond involuntarily…But in a shorter, quicker tickle attack it’s over and done with in a brief period of time!

This young woman was not interest in speed, but the slow exploration of my friend’s helpless, immobilized tummy and pelvis…For Natalie it was like a slow unwrapping of a present! With each new finger placement, each new massage upward, more of the girl’s ticklishness was being uncovered…and discovered! The worst part for Tammy was the slow methodical action on her pelvis just built and built her own self awareness of a ticklishness she never realized she had! her own experience at being tickled was brief and was right to the point PHYSICALLY! Natalie’s slow, methodical methods worked on her mind as well as her physically ticklish form! As her fingertips explored her hip creases, the girl’s eyes bugged out and her face, already with a look of panic, became frantic from her own awareness of how ticklish she really might be!

Then came her verbal surrender…

“JESUSSSSHAHAHAHA!” Tammy blurted. “THAHAHAHAT REALLY tickles!” her head lolled from side to side as she tried to distract herself from the relentless sensations of those fingers teasing up along the most sensitive lines on a human body!

“C’Mon….” Natalie murmured, not hesitating a bit. “It can’t be tickling that much…I’m barely doing anything….”

That’s when I saw the first look of sheer and deep panic on my friend’s face! When her admission of ticklishness was met with her tickler’s disbelief—THAT is a incredibly terrifying situation for the one being tickled!

The girl’s face changed to a serious look and her tone of voice became urgent! “It DOES! IT DOES!”

But then she couldn’t hold up under the relentless motions of Natalie’s fingers as she drew more ticklishness out of him—-Or actually, maybe she pressed and teased more ticklishness INTO Her!

In any event, Tammy wailed a pitifully long noise of a tickled person’s lament— A noise that only comes when your ticklishness is being exposed and your torturer seems to be unaware of it!

Jaimee added to my buddy’s mental distress when she added, “I’ve never seen a girl THIS ticklish!”

THAT comment made Tammy’s eyes reel in desperation! “NO PLEASE—“

Further words were cut short as Natalie reached the girl’s hips and began massage tickling and vibrating those wonderfully visible bony projections as they stood out so nicely… Skin covered targets for a tickler’s fingers and thumbs!

Tammy screamed and shuddered under her touch and her voice dissolved into helpless ticklish laughter!

Natalie smiled. “I dunno, Amy...Maybe she really is that ticklish!

Amy grinned at her sister’s plight! “I guess you’ll just have to see!”

“Yeah, I’m not stopping anytime soon!” Natalie stated. “Not until my fingers fall off!”

My friend whimpered again at that bit of information! The girls were obviously just toying with Amy’s helpless sibling, intentionally adding to her mental frenzy while the one was physically tickling Her!

I know in my heart that even if Tammy KNEW their comments were said just to enflame her tickled girl’s mind, it wouldn’t have mattered! The effects, I feel, would have been just as devastating on her psyche!

The two ticklers talking ABOUT her but not AT her now increased Tammy’s frenzied look! her voice was now a blend of cackling laughter, then gurgles of deeper sounds as the dark haired expert focused on her hips! Firmer pressing of her thumbs gave a couple of good shrieks of laughter from the helpless tickle toy!

Natalie’s eyes gleamed with that response and she smiled, “THERE you go!”

The innocent looking dark haired girl had a look on her face that is hard to describe, but one I will never, ever forget! It was as though she was an explosives expert focused on the most serious bomb threat in the world! Her eyes gleamed in the satisfaction of knowing she had my stretched out friend totally under her control, helpless to do anything but react to her tickling! But her look was MORE than that!

Her eyes were focusing on the ripples and creases of her immobilized pelvis, tummy and hip areas…Only occasionally flicking to the girl’s face at this time!

The innocent student Natalie was using her fingers at the sides of Tammy’s hip bones to stabilize her for the relentless onslaught of her talented thumbs! Thumbs that were massaging, pressing, wiggling, and vibrating the area surrounding her hip bones! Then came the circular motions of her so very focused instruments of tickle ****!

My friend was a howling, panting and gasping mess! she reflexively tried to raise her head to make eye contact as she blurted out quick and emphatic pleas for mercy!

“JESUS!” “OH GOD!” “PLEASE!” Tammy blurted, unable to keep her head up for very long! her stretched out position and the physical duress of the tickling wouldn’t allow it! It’s amazing how religious she became with the influence of Natalies expert fingers and thumbs!

But it was her focused semi-smile of satisfaction that made me cringe inside!

It was not a mean smile in any way….It was the smile of deep satisfaction that only comes from a person who is a master of their craft and enjoys every second of their chosen profession! It was so obvious that this girl was VERY experienced at tickling and tickle ****, and that she deeply loved every millisecond of the activity!

And that she was going to instill that deep intensity into my friend’s mind and body using her skillful thumbs! Her deft wiggling and waggling and circling of her hips was boring into her tickled girl’s brain!

Tammy went from her religious phase to a more serious mode of spluttering laughter and noises! Huffing and puffing, sounds of “ERRRRRGGG” and “GAHHHH!” As she tried to regroup and hold off the ticklish sensations by squirming her hips, writhing under her touch! Yes, my friend was subconsciously trying to get away from those tickling fingers and thumbs, or to dislodge them from their targets to obtain a respite!

“Where you goin’?” The bright eyed Natalie teased.

Amy added, “Is little sister wanting to leave?” She laughed, with no sympathy at all for her diary thief!

The true knowledge of her ticklish fate was appearing in her wild eyes and shocked face! her attempts at dislodging the torturous fingers were failing…Her only destination was more ticklishness from Natalie’s expert thumbs!

Pure and utter desperation makes you do all kind of things! Faced with the relentless hip tickling, my friend went from religious to semi defiant to …. Cursing!

Her face was extremely tense as the tickling sensations she’d could not stop and could not tolerate were overwhelming her body, her senses, her poor overworked mind!

Staring at the ceiling with her mouth gaped open and her eyes panicked, Tammy uttered “AWW—-FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!”

One of the girls holding her chuckled “Poor thing…”

Natalie’s eyes glistened as she KNEW she had their tickle toy all stressed out! Her thumbs and fingers stayed on her while it appeared to this spectator that her lean arms reset themselves anew and pressed in a bit more….

Tammy released a frantic wail of surrender as another wave of ticklishness overtook Her!

Natalie’s thumbs just kept ON the sensitive flesh just inside and below the prominences of the hip bones! Pressing and wiggling, moving in tight little circles as they began a devilishly effective vibrating motion!

Tim wailed and shrieked in helpless laughter! her inability to move HAD to be adding to her anguish and her insanity as the dark haired girl just wouldn’t stop! Without moving her thumbs from the area of what would be her hip pockets on a pair of jeans, Natalie began adding her fingertips into the small area of **** ticklishness! It looked like she started with the first two fingers but quickly all of her digits were vibrating her hip hollows! And the girl was freaking RELENTLESS!!!

Seeing my friend tickled so intensely brought back memories of my own experience being tickled by my group of friends at the camp! I remembered how bad it was being pounced on and held down briefly and being tickled to what I thought was an **** level…But my experience was in no way like my poor friend who had made a bad choice in violating her sisters’ utmost privacy! This tickling was so much more planned, so much more thorough…So much more PROFOUND than what I had endured! Everyone in the group of holders securing my friend was intently watching the tickler! Amy and Jaimee, and this girl ‘D’ …Those not holding, but seemingly waiting patiently for what? I guessed they were awaiting their turn at tickling or some other task!

But they were also watching the dark haired friend doing her worst (?Best) to my helpless friend!

Tammy was actually past the point of helpless! she’d been tickled at an extremely high level for what seemed a fairly long time now—I couldn’t say because I was mesmerized by the entire process! Even for me, the innocent bystander, it seemed like forever, considering how quickly the overstimulation had become ‘intolerable’ ! Tammy was in that physical and MENTAL zone of ticklish anguish where seconds feel like minutes and minutes like hours!

But as I stood transfixed by the sights and sounds of her experience, I began to realize the difference between this ‘session’ and my own and other tickling I had seen!

This girl Natalie, and the others, most likely…Were primarily into the tickling process ITSELF! It was obvious that they were using her body and mind as a gauge of how well they were performing the science and ART of tickling (and tickle ****)! Yes, they were monitoring Tammy’s reactions… Watching for every nuance of her body language, her breathing patterns, her every little squirm or twitch under their (Natalie’s) fingers! They also studied her eyes and face for every small hint of her responses, however minor, that might give them a new bit of knowledge about her sensitivities and how they could best use that information to increase her ticklishness! Not just for her ticklishness (although she was the current subject under their control), but for every subject they would ever encounter after Her!

If physical tickling and laughter and general anguish were the goals, they had pretty much surpassed that! My friend was a laughing, squirming, panting mess from what had been done so far! But I realized that their reason was not just to tickle her body…But her mind as well!

Natalie (and the group) were focused on driving her to heights of vulnerability and sensitivity that she had never experienced before…Then together, to enjoy her new found self awareness of her true level of ticklishness!

They intended to tickle her to absolute bits…To tickle her to her very CORE!

I came out of my inward daze to see the dark haired girl still massaging my friend’s hips! My God, how long had it been on her exquisitely ticklish hips? Tammy was sounding more hoarse from her initial begging, laughing and mindless babbling!

The tickle torturer added a verbal little poke into her overworked body and mind!

“What are you feeling right now?” Murmured Natalie. Her voice was not threatening, or taunting at this point…The girl just wanted…Knowledge!

My friend’s face showed she was spent! she had been laughing and crying out in anguish and her brief pause let her tickler have the chance for her question.

“It tickles…..it tickles…..” Tammy gurgled, her mouth hanging open, her voice barely audible after being teased and tormented for so long!

“My God….” I murmured. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing! My young friend was sweating and looked very disheveled from her tickling experience so far. Natalie was STILL pressing her thumbs at her hips and the surrounding area, but it seemed had backed off on the most intense pressure…The girl was still moaning, but sucking in more air, a reflex from her body wanting to be ready in case there was more! Even though Tammy was calming a bit, I sensed she knew there was more tickling to come!

I DID know for sure! No one was easing the pressure on her limbs! Plus, they all were keeping their eyes mostly on Natalie and Amy for their next moves.

Tammy made a whimpering little noise of “Ah ho….Ah ho…” as her head moved slowly from side to side… Then I realized what I was hearing!

My poor tickled out friend was trying to say “Ah no…Ah no…”

But her brain an body, both frenzied by the intense tickling, could not form the correct words! OMGGGGGGG! I thought to myself…She’s already incoherent….And they had only just begun on Tammy’s obviously ticklish body!

Then Amy, sweet faced Amy, the other innocent looking female tickler, offered her request…

“It’s time we tickled her FEET!” She stated, her eyes aglow with anticipation! The smiles on both her and Natalie’s faces were so…. gleeful! There are few examples of total and deliberate sisterly joy that compare to the imminent **** to be taken out on a terribly misbehaved younger sister! Amy was now stationed between the girl’s feet, and the leg holders slightly readjusted themselves to increase the immobility of her legs! THEY knew what new overstimulation was heading her way! And even more fun was that my friend realized it too!

“AH! Nooo…” Tammy babbled, able to recover her senses enough to enunciate her wishes properly! But her recuperation was only temporary!

Amy, being the best older sister she could be, raked her fingertips (with her perfect, ‘just long enough’ nails) from under the edge of her heels to the underside of her immediately wiggling toes! Of course her nails made their presence known all along the path on her smooth soles!

“AAAAAAIEEEEEEE!!!” My friend shrieked with the newfound intensity of total surprise!

That noise of ticklish agony that came from Tammy’s mouth was mind altering, at least to me! It was because even though she HAD to know her sister was going to attack her feet, her methods were so good that it didn’t matter! As expert a tummy and hip tickler she had just endured in the form of Natalie, she now faced her own sister, who was obviously the designated foot tickler of the group!

Then, with a mischievous grin on her lips, sweet little Amy gave a simple command to her teammates securing her sister’s legs!

“Hold those feet still, please!” The foot tickler requested!

And the holders? Not to leave their expertise and understanding without praise! Just after the first couple passes of Amy’s fingers up and down her younger sibling’s soles, the leg holders were already working BEFORE Amy’s official request to take hold of my friend’s wiggling toes! Before she had finished her command, they already had her feet totally immobilized and her toes held back!

And Natalie? That dark haired princess of tickling had quietly made her way around to kneel beside her friend Amy…I was actually a bit startled when I realized she had so silently come to this end to the table, so to speak!

I had shifted a bit so I could see exactly the same view that the two ticklers enjoyed! Once I was able to see them from the proper angle, even the novice observer in me could see the attraction of Tammy’s feet!

I had noted much earlier that my friend had somewhat narrow feet, but now they were even more stretched out and immobilized (just like her tummy and hips)! The other thing I noticed about her feet was how they were simply pristine…All smooth and white, with no calluses or rough spots to distract one or to ‘work around’….The ball of her foot was well defined, with a definite crease between the more rounded ball of flesh and the smooth skin to the side and below! That crease, even though small, would give a tickler a great starting point for a fingernail or fingertip to start a journey, either circling the ball of the foot playfully or sliding downward in a more threatening manner, to the entire sole of the foot and then heel. Again, the heel had no thickened skin for interference or protection…It would be totally **** to whatever tickling girls like Natalie and tickling twin sisters like Amy chose to do…!

I can’t ignore the very middle of the girl’s feet—Her arches! Those arches were not flat, but had the perfect amount of curve to them…Curves that foretold their vulnerability and sensitivity! Ticklish curves that would HAVE to accept whatever finger motions the girls decided on using!

As I finished my ‘inner’ thoughts, I realized the two teammates were discussing my friend’s exposed feet!

Amy was tracing a single nail in the area beside Tammy’s ball of her right foot!

“How about here, like I was talking about?” Smiled Amy.

Natalie replied, “Oh yeeeeah…” with the terrifying drawn out phrase of a truly satisfied tickler. Jesus! Natalie wasn’t even into the full motions yet and she was already absorbed by her position of absolute power! She barely started touching the girl with her own fingernail on the same location on her left sole! The two were going to have a great time on my friend’s poor feet, at the cost of her female dignity and embarrassment at her helpless situation! But mostly, her helpless ticklishness was going to be used against Her!

Tammy was already in total hysteria! she MUST have very sensitive feet, I thought to myself!

“OGOD! OGOD!” The girl wailed. “That TICKLES!” Tammy tried to raise her head to make eye contact but couldn’t hold up for very long!

She was already panting as if she’d run a half marathon! This was going to be so easy for the tickling girls!

“Yeah?” Amy smiled. “Where are we tickling?” She KNEW her friend would want to make the girl tell about her feelings and sensations!

“My FEET! MY FEET!” Squealed Tammy!

“C’Mon….” Natalie grinned. “What part of your feet?”

Wow! I smiled to myself! I was realizing how Natalie was just too much! She was a talented tickler, but was also such a tickle scientist and psychologist!

Natalie lived not just for the physical tickling, but to really get inside the mind of whatever tickle toy she had under her power that day! Making the tickled girl name a spot while dissolving in ticklish hysteria? Now THAT is pure tickle **** at the very maximal levels!

The girls traced one single finger down the center of each foot, pressing a bit harder and wandering from side to side a bit! Tammy was shuddering all over, trying to break contact with those digits!

“The bottoms!” My friend said!

“Nooooo…” Natalie grinned. “Amy, I guess we’d better SHOW Her!”

With that, the dark haired girl used all her fingers at once and set them at the base of her toes! Amy followed her motions! As her sister readied her digits, Tammy shrieked in anticipation of the sensory overload she KNEW was going to come!

“AMY!” she screamed. “SIS!!!” she then gathered herself. “AHHH SHIT NO!” she spat out!

The two ticklers RAKED their nails down her soles!

Good GOD! My friend was beside herself in ticklish agony!!! she screeched to high heaven as they raked back up and then down!

“Where?” Natalie demanded again!

Tammy wailed as they tickled more! And her voice broke down into frantic blubbering! “I’m sorry! I’m SORRY! I’MSORRY!I’MSORREE!!!”

Amy smiled. “She really DOESN’T know!”

“For REAL?” Natalie chuckled. “SOLES!” The tickle torturer called out!

Both took one last, shivering rake down her sensitive soles! her whole freaking body appeared to ripple under that touch! she jolted like she’d been hit by an electrical current!

“AAAAIIYeeee!!!” Shrieked my helpless friend! It was tough watching this girl about the same age get tickle tortured like that….But somehow…I was starting to enjoy her predicament!

Then Amy began using her fingers in a spidery fast motion and brought those scribbling fingertips into her arch! Natalie followed quickly!

“NOW where?” The dark hair tickler asked! She gave firmer scratching into the curve of her smooth arch! Of course, Tammy’s loving sister did the same!

“FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!” Tammy screamed! “MY ARCHES! MY ARCHES!”

“THERE you go!” Natalie said! Her eyes were concentrating on the softness of the girl’s smooth curve of that section of her foot! She obviously was not going to miss anything about her perfect and pristine feet!

Then, out of the side of my vision, I saw the “D” girl move toward the action! she slipped a thick towel under each heel so the floor was covered, but from —Wow! The helper had a bottle of coconut oil in her hand and unsnapped the cap! she held it near Tammy’s feet!

“Ready for this?” Daria asked, smiling. she freakin’ knew the answer! That query was just to send a jolt of torment into my friend’s mind! By this time, the least experienced person on the planet would know that every new thing this team did was going to add to the girl’s ticklishness!

Geeze! Part of me wanted to feel sorry for my friend in her current state of immobility and duress….But I was too enthralled with the methods, the techniques, the mental **** they were putting my friend through!

And make no mistake—Now I WANTED to see what this oil would do! My friend brain went from thinking “OMG! Sorry buddy!” to “Hee hee…Sorry buddy, they’re gonna get you so GOOOOOD!”

Maybe Amy read my mind, or she just wanted to add to her sister’s mental anguish…But she answered by question with a warning to Tammy!

“This is REALLY gonna tickle with the slippery oil!” She sang out to whoever didn’t know!

I shivered inside with that answer…. Tammy groaned!

Daria was careful to dribble oil on her hand and slather it over the girl’s soles, being careful to keep the oil from the holders’ fingers! I could tell that the oil was so slippery that if it got onto their fingers and Tammy’s toes, the holders would have a difficult time keeping my friend’s feet immobile!

As soon as those perfect narrow feet were slathered in oil, the two best friend ticklers attacked! The went after the girl’s soles and arches with their fingers kept tight in a line so a row of nails could be skittered and skimmed quickly across her sensitive skin!

Tammy screeched even more, but her voice was sounding hoarse! It looked like both of them were just concentrating on whatever crease or fold they could find, and using the ‘brushing’ motions of their hands as though they were shining a pair of shoes!

I was relishing my friend’s agony at this point! her sensitivity was so obvious and being used for maximum effect! her voice was all over the place in tone and volume, all sorts of nonsense coming from her mouth! Her words were only partially coherent but getting worse and worse!

D held out two medium sized hairbrushes…The handles fit easily into the girls hands, and the bristles were flexible plastic with silicone balls at each tip! I could tell that with the oil making Tammy’s feet a slippery mess, there was no way the two were NOT going to use the brushes on her soles!

Amy grinned and said gently, “Ready, little sister?”

My poor friend didn’t really stand a chance! Immobilized and stretched out over the pillow, all four limbs pressed tightly to the carpet, she could only raise her head a short distance! Even then, the fatigue from the tickling made it difficult for her to keep her head up even to make eye contact with the two torturers at her feet!

The two girls just glanced at each other, both with their eyes gleaming…It was like a contest, each waiting for the other to strike first! The air between them was charged even thought they didn’t spend long at all in waiting…Amy moved her hand first! Natalie instantly followed, not wanting to be left out or too far behind!

Tammy’s twin sister and her friend began brushing the sister’s oily feet!

The sister began hollering for them to stop!

“GOD! NO! PLEASE!” Was as far as my friend got before the silicone tips on the flexible plastic bristles overwhelmed her senses! The motions of the brushes going back and forth, up and down, in what had to be varying degrees of pressure on her soles, her arches, the heels, and the balls of each foot!

The feet are so packed with nerve endings that its really just unfair!

Unlike the studious exploration Natalie had done on the girl’s tummy and hips…The feet were much less area and yet so very sensitive!

The two friends and teammates had already raked, scribbled, scraped and scratched my buddy’s feet to perfection! They already knew her worst areas, so now it was just a matter of repeating the same treatment with the oil and brushes! For her arches, the balls of her feet, and her heels, it was simply a hundred times worse with the addition of the oil!

The lubricant obviously served to increase her ticklish sensations immensely! The girls knew it and took full advantage while little sister did squeal like a baby and plead her sister for mercy!

“SIS!” Tammy cajoled. “NOHOHOHOHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHAHASE! YOU GOHOHOHOHAHATTA STAHAHAHAHOP!”

“You shoulda not taken her diary!” The dark haired tickler advised, her brush going every which way and lighting the girl’s feet like they were on fire! Then she added some speed and pressure on her poor sensitive feet!

Tammy screamed at the added sensation and intensity! “HAHAHAHATEYOHOHOHAHAUUUU she babbled.

Natalie smiled and brushed on …and ON! Amy did as well, making her twin a helpless mess! Then the sweet faced twin sister asked D for a favor! She nodded her head at her sister’s toes … and the helper gIRL knew just what to do! Daria slathered oil on the underside of my friends’ toes, being careful to keep the holders fingers dry!

Tammy felt the oil anD tried to jerk her body spastically to escape—But there was none! The two girls immediately set in on the underside of her toes, angling the sides of those medium hairbrushes for best contact!

My friend screamed in ticklish agony, and began a staccato series of “HAHAHASOOOOHOHO!SOOOORRRY!” The hair brushing experts swished those newest tools back and forth, a couple rows of bristles sliding along the underside the bodies of her toes and making sure everyone heard poor Tammy’s embarrassing, howling apologies!

Her pleas were not specific to anything in particular or she would have apologized for the theft and holding hostage of Amy’s diary! her words were simply the mindless babbling from her ticklish hysteria—The sensations were obviously just too much and too overwhelming! Daria added oil every so often to keep her ticklish toes and feet well lubricated, and I started to wonder if those two were EVER going to stop with their favorite tools!

Then, they each slowed down and paused the tickling….I sighed in relief FOR my friend as her panting was now very audible and a gasping quality! Now, it seemed, my friend would be allowed a break!

But not for long! As Tammy began thanking the two, they each put down the hairbrushes and began slipping some sort of gloves on their hands!

Amy smiled. “We aren’t finished yet, little sister!”

“Not nearly finished!” Stated Natalie. “Miles to go!”

Those comment made ME cringe FOR the girl!

“AAAaaaaaaah GAAAWD…!” Tammy panted in anguish.

I got a better look at the gloves and realized what they were—-Pet grooming gloves! The kind with silicone nubs all over the fingers and palms! Jesus—Those things were going to be SO incredibly ticklish for Her! And stretched out Tammy couldn’t see the impending doom that was about to be unleashed on Her!

That Daria girl slathered MORE oil on her feet and stepped back out of the way. Four hands with pet grooming gloves began swirling over my buddy’s soles, working a ticklish massage as it appeared they were going to try to work the oil directly through her skin and into her mind itself!

“YIIII—EEEEE!” My friend unleashed a loud squeal of total surprise!

Another scream of ticklish agony filled our ears but soon the girl fell into a state of moaning anguish! she burst out in uncontrollable laughter and begging! she took time to try to eke out one quick question between great rasping gulps of air!

“WHA—-“ The tickle toy gasped! she couldn’t finish her question, but the girls knew what she was asking!

Army took a couple of seconds from the physical **** and held up one gloved hand!

“SHIHIHIIT!” The tormented girl hissed out, realizing what was causing those new and deep sensations on her tender, pristine soles!

The girls resumed the motions! Now each well oiled foot had two gloves sliding and wallowing all over her creases! The tickle toy screamed out in ticklish agony once more, but those gloved fingers and palms just kept on Her!

From my own tickling before, I realized how immensely sensitive a person’s feet can be! I knew it was pure hell to have someone going after the small area that is your sole and arch, but my friend had the added bonus of multiple hands and oiled flesh to increase her experience to a new level of intensity!

Natalie was working away, then asked Daria for “..A bit more oil, please”

The girl unsnapped the cap and drizzled more lubricant on Tammy’s feet, while my friend yelped out in surprise! Evidently, even a tiny bit of fresh oil revitalized her skin’s sensitivity! her blubbering laughter became MORE frantic after the new oil was applied!

The girls weren’t stopping, even finding new ways to add to my friend’s distress! Amy discovered that working her gloved thumbs into her arches sent her twin sister into a very hysterical place!

“Look here!” The sweet faced girl called to her friend! Natalie glanced over to watch and immediately imitated those motions on Tammy’s other arch!

Tammy’s laughing became gurgling and babbling as she was starting to tire….She was seemingly becoming more fatigued under the girls’ expert fingers…Her laughter dissolving into…just gasping and rasping as it took more of her energy just to keep enough air in her lungs for breathing! Even to the novice onlooker like me, I could tell her level or quality of ticklishness was becoming different in some way!

The two girls at her feet couldn’t see her facial expressions very well, but one of the holders at her arms gave a report!

“Oh yeah!” Eve said, her face beaming in recognition. “You’re gettin’ her now!”

Getting her? I tried to process that comment, while my friend’s voice began blending into a constant moan…and then that faded! I shifted so I could see Tammy’s face more clearly!

The girls kept working her feet with their gloves…Those perfect, narrow, oiled feet!

My friend’s face was like someone who was simply not there anymore…Her mouth was open….she was taking in air only….the only sound coming out was her exhalations…She was past the point of laughing…past the point of coherent speech…just little whimpers and mewls were coming from her gaping mouth! her EYES! My friend’s eyes were no longer focusing, or at least not for very long…

But her eyes did change a couple times, as though TRYING to recapture their clarity…and when they did that…they had an expression of pleading! And not toward the girls at her feet! My friend was past the point of being able to focus on someone so far away! It was obvious that in this tickle induced stupor, Tammy was looking ANYWHERE for mercy…for ANY sort of pity….Anything that would make the tickling stop! My tickled out friend did manage a small noise, a squeak as it were…Again, trying to get ANY bit of communication across to anyone in the group without having to use words she just couldn’t form!

Watching her ‘meltdown’ from tickling was like seeing her entire soul….she had no more secrets left….Those girls had relentlessly uncovered her ticklishness and bared it all for the entire group to see…

More importantly… Tammy seemed to realize something as well….How truly **** and ticklish she really, really was…!

The look of utter helplessness and vulnerability on her face gave me small tingles of warning on the back of my neck…Because for lack of the group’s decision, that could be ME in their power! But that tingling feeling ended quickly as a general warmth came over my body and mind! I felt different….Awakened by the transformation I had just seen…A girl tickled to bits and to her absolute limits!

Or so I thought! As I found out as the afternoon progressed, I had so much more to learn….

As Tammy’s breathing and facial expressions began to go back toward normal, Natalie began quizzing her on the previous activities…

“So….” The dark haired girl asked. “How was our tickling?”

“Aww, geeeeze…” Tammy exhaled. “You know how it was! It was ****!!” her face started to turn angry, but she realized she was still held down..So she kept calm when she looked like she wanted to spew venom with her comments! she calmed herself and continued!

“You KNEW it tickled bad and you WOULDN’T STOP!” she was starting to pant again!

Daria chimed in…”What was the worst part?”

“Jesus! It was ALL bad!” My friend stammered! “It was ticklish everywhere you touched! Being held down…The oil! And those gloves!”

D spoke again. “Those were pretty bad, huh?”

“Yeah!” My buddy’s eyes glistened in anger. “You KNOW it was! And you kept putting on more oil!!!!”

“Yeah…I did..” The helper girl grinned like she really enjoyed it!

“You fucker….” Hissed my friend! Then she thought better of her smart mouth! “I’m sorry—-“

“That’s okay…” D said. “I’d be the same way!”

Natalie spoke. “You know we’re gonna do more, right?” She said.

Tammy’s face changed entirely—From a semi-defiant name caller to

panicked expression in milliseconds!

My friend’s eyes got wide as she tried to make eye contact with Natalie and her sister! she IMPLORED them to reconsider!!!

“GIRLS!” she blurted in a frantic tone! “PLEASE! C’Mon! I’m TICKLISH! You KNOW I’m ticklish! PLEEEASE!”

“We DO know you’re ticklish, little sister!” Smiled Amy. She was relishing her role as the ‘evil’ twin sister and tickler!

“Yeah…We knew you were ticklish from the start!” Grinned Natalie. “So why’d you lie?”

“You KNOW why!” The girl said, trying to keep her voice low, but looking more flustered!

The dark haired tickler shook her head just a bit, in that universal sign that she was looking for more…

Tammy could’t stop talking now….But she did try to direct her words toward Natalie and her sister.

“It’s…Aah Geeze…” My friend was really falling apart now! “It’s embarrassing that I’m so sensitive! Real women aren’t supposed to BE so ticklish!” Then she babbled, “And everyone will see…How I couldn’t hold up….” her breathing was as fast as if they were actually tickling Her!

Those two girls KNEW she had a bit more confessing to offer…Their silence and her anxiety broke him…

Her voice low…. Tammy stammered, “OMG! PLEASE! I - I knew I couldn’t take it!”

Wow! My young strong friend told them everything!

“Not everyone can hear you!” Natalie grinned. “Say it LOUDER!”

My friend was hysterical with the anticipation of another round of profound and thorough tickling! she immediately obeyed the dark haired tickler’s command…As though it would somehow matter!

“I’M TICKLISH!” My buddy hollered to the ceiling…

Amy grinned. “Again, sister!”

“I”M TICKLISH! I”M TICKLISH AND I CANT TAKE IT!” The girl bellowed in another level of mental surrender! she looked so distraught…So helpless….

It was funny how she added that last bit, hoping to buy her way out of what we all knew was inevitable! But no one ever offered that as a trade! They just wanted her to jump through their mental hoops!

GAWWWD! My friend was officially wrecked and they hadn’t even started with their fingers for the next phase of tickling her yet! Tammy was panting and groaning in anguish! To be honest…I was really starting to enjoy these games the group was playing…And the effect they were having on poor Tammy!

“Whooooahhhh….” Chuckled someone in the crowd.

“Wow” Called out another girl holding her down. “They’re gonna get you sooo good!”

My buddy was still increasing her panic mode—And who could blame her after the torment she’d just bee through? But then my thoughts went to her writhing and spasming…Her stretched out torso, tummy and hips…Her pitiful little meltdown face…So who could blame THEM for wanting to tickle her more? If it meant more of the same endearing looks and behavior…Why NOT?

Natalie spoke quietly. “Here’s what we are gonna do…” She started out very slowly….”We’re gonna tickle your tummy and hips again…Slow and methodical…Find every ticklish spot you have…”

Tammy was freaking out! “You already DID that!” she started panting as though she’d run a marathon!

“Did they though? Your belly button did not get much attention nor did your nipples and tits! Plus your pussy and ass are untickled!” gybed Jaimee. “FUCK YOU!” screamed Tammy in reply.

“Yeah…” Natalie kept on toying with her. “But this time—We’re gonna use coconut oil, just like we did on your feet!” She then added, “You know it’s gonna be WAAAY more ticklish this time….”

A girl from the audience teased, “Yeah and they won’t stop until their fingers cramp!”

My friend’s eyes went super wide, and got a wild look to them!

“FUCK! NO—PLEASE!” The girl cursed out in anguish! her face got more frenzied when she realized how much more ticklish it would be with the oil on her skin!

“Fuck YES!” Stated a new voice—It was Jaimee! she looked at her upcoming tickle toy as though Tammy was the last one on earth! Then she continued her comments. “And then….I’m gonna do your ribs!”

OMG! The tone of her voice made Jaimee sound just like she’d would be an even more intense tickler than Natalie!

As I watched this next scene unfold, I couldn’t help but feel cringy about my own tickling event and how helpless I felt when pounced on by several others!

But my friend was incredibly more **** than I ever was..Held down so securely by these ‘experts’…Immobilized…Her tummy, hips and torso still stretched out…Every square inch of flat skin exposed…Every little dip or crease made visible on her tummy, torso, pelvis and hip area! The ONLY word to describe her and her perfect anatomy was…INVITING!

Even though I enjoyed being the one to tickle girls, I was in total appreciation for watching what these two young women and their friends were doing! My friend had literally become just an opportunity to exhibit and exercise their tickling skills! A true tickle toy for their enjoyment, but also a ticklish person who they could enlighten about her own ticklishness while exposing her weakness to the audience in attendance! A live model for their exquisite methods! I was enthralled with their techniques and their mental games as well.

At least for this period of time, Tammy as my friend became less important to me…But Tammy as the tickled subject of the group’s every whim….THAT idea was taking over my mind…My brain switched from deep contemplation to the reality of the stretched out girl before me! Natalie was on her left side, Amy on the right side of her lower tummy as she was bumped up and stretched out.

Each girl was resting their fingertips on her low to mid tummy area…an area made flat by her position. Held down by the arms so securely, Tammy couldn’t see what those devious female hands were doing, but she could FEEL the gentle grazing touch that was resuming on her tender and ticklish tummy! she and the entire group of holders and watchers knew that more tickling was to come…And she was quickly becoming a frantic mess of apprehension and anticipation!

“Oh No! OH NO!” she stuttered. “C’Mon!C’MON!PLEEASE?”

OMG! her whimpering was incredible…I’d never heard sounds like this from anyone being tickled…let alone some ‘strong’ young athlete! Some bits of my conscience WANTED to feel sympathy for my friend…But the innate pull of my human nature was getting the best of me! An ‘innocent’ pull…if you will! A ‘pure’ human nature—I didn’t want the tickle **** for meanness! Like the rest of the group I guess, I DID want it just to EXPLORE—The mind and body and psyche of the stretched out and **** subject of the day…A tickle experiment…or a tickle toy, if you prefer to think of her that way!

One of the girls near her head tried to keep her calm. Was her name Maddy?

“C’Mon, …Tammy” She said. ”Calm down…It’s only tickling……You’re gonna be alright…”. She touched her hair.

“OkOKOK!” My friend babbled, trying her best not to melt down BEFORE the two at her tummy started in on Her! To mentally and physically collapse THAT soon would be sooo embarrassing for Her! But Jeeze! I still think she was literally on the verge of crying from the pure anguish of her helpless situation!

She calmed down just a little bit, when I saw the two girls do something totally unexpected! Both leaned over and from what I could see of Amy’s face—They placed their MOUTHS on opposite sides of the girl’s tummy! They were on the lowest area of her bare expanse of flesh…And I could see Amy’s lips working against her skin! Natalie was bent over away from me, but I KNEW she was doing the same maneuver!

Amys’ lips appeared to be curled over her teeth, and by pressing in, she was ’working’ the girl’s flesh with a sort of ‘nibbling’ motion! Even more stressful, both young women were adding a murmuring, ‘Nom Nom Nom’ sound that vibrated their lips!

GOD in HEAVEN! My mind reeled seeing this new method, but I was not as surprised as poor Tam!

With the new and unexpected sensations of ‘mouth tickling’…I swear my friend’s mind went onto some ‘out of body’ experience!!!

The long and intense wail that came from Tammy did NOT come from her voice alone! This wail was borne of a thousands of years of her human genetic code! All through history, we humans have responded to unexpected and surprising events that make them wail…I mean REALLY wail! Physical trauma, or the mental anguish of loss or simply great failures…Of goals not achieved! Of circumstances THRUST upon you! This wail that came from Tammy’s pitiful and gaping mouth was not just from her mind or body…It was coming from the bits of her DNA, molded by centuries of genetic memories of past instances of human helplessness!

That was it! This wail I heard today was from the unmistakeable inner knowledge of Tammy’s mind, body, and genetic code—The awareness of her DNA as it was met by an unforeseen and unstoppable ****, a **** with intensity that is definitely PERCEPTIBLE but NOT measurable!

Not to this human’s mind, anyway…Or any of us, actually!

The two ticklers were working her flesh with their nibbling and gnawing motions to a degree her poor girl brain and body had never felt before!

The wail Tammy loosed was a long, haunting combination of total and ABSOLUTE despair…And it came from the depths of her very CORE! It was a culmination of all of her losses to the girls…Her loss of coherent thinking…Her loss of control and independence…Her deep embarrassment at the loss of her own self confidence!

My friend’s wail of ticklish lament also depicted her future….The plan of the two girls to continue using their mouths and lips to send her to even greater heights of incoherent glory as they proved her helpless ticklishness to themselves, to the group, and to her own psyche!

I watched closely as I could see Amy’s performance very well…Her lips pressing on her flesh, her murmurs of ‘MMMM..MMMM…MMMM!’

The older sister was taking full advantage of her twin! Her relentless mouthing was unmerciful! The sister began filling the air with a shrieking, uncontrollable laughter! her head was bobbling from side to side in agony!

Jesus! I thought, how could this girl do this to her own sister? But as I succumbed to the scene before me, being sucked into the strong whirlpool of tickling exuberance, my mind changed to ‘how could she NOT?’ Amy had the look of a scientist seeing something new for the very first time! She had lost all hints of vengeance she may have held, and now just wanted to keep exploring, searching, finding the first and last bit of her **** ticklishness!

The big sister looked up at me from her mouthing of Tammy’s flesh!

“C’Mere…”. Amy murmured an offer… I don’t remember moving, but I found myself like…teleported to her side! I still couldn’t believe this situation, but I had to pay attention as she began talking.

“You saw those spasms before?” The brown haired lovely asked.

“Yea…” I answered, afraid to misspeak and be sent back to the crowd!

Amy said, “You cover your teeth like this…” The girl demonstrated, her lips curling over her sharp incisors. “Then you just open your mouth and press around that spasm!”

“Uh huh…” I murmured, still mesmerized by my good fortune!

Amy smiled and resumed her quick lesson. “Then you just kind of bite down…nibble, gnaw…chomp…whatever you feel like doin’ to the poor girly!”

OMG! Her eyes were ablaze with anticipation.

“Are you ready?” My tutor asked. It was difficult for me to tell which of us was more enthusiastic about my first mouth tickling! Amy’s face showed total infatuation with the idea of watching ME perform this particular maneuver!

“Yeah..” I gurgled, my voice raspy. I was almost a bit dizzy. I vaguely remember Tammy protesting, even with Natalie still gnawing away across from us!

“BRIANNA!” My friend blurted. “What are you doing?” she said in disbelief!

I was locked in on that taut playground of sensitive flesh…Amy pointed to one small area that was already trembling from the overstimulation she was already enduring from the relentless Natalie. She grazed it with one gentle fingernail to give me a sure landmark to start my journey!

I couldn’t respond to my friend’s babbling! I just had to concentrate! As I leaned over, I do remember she called me some names! I didn’t care what—Because I was going for her tremoring flesh like a hungry shark!

I pressed my open lips onto her tummy and felt a tiny bit of quivering!

“Feel it?” Amy asked, ecstatic because she could tell from my eyes that I felt something!

“Uh HUH!” I murmured into my friend’s taut and ticklish flesh! I surrounded that tiny little tremor and made it MINE!

Tammy let out another scream of lament as her friend (Me) began gnawing and nibbling that spot!

My friend was able to eke out one short phrase between peels of her helpless laughter…”You ALLL SUCK!!!!”

It was obvious I was successful, and Amy laughed. “THERE you go!”

I continued nomming…the mouth tickling allowed me to feel things I never knew I could! So much more sensitive than fingers, my open mouth just wouldn’t let up! I heard Natalie working across from me, and we did a fine job of keeping my friend Tammy in a great deal of ticklish distress! The holders wouldn’t let her move but a centimeter or so while we mouthed her…and the flesh all stretched out? This was a delight! So easy now that the girl had been tickled up and primed for this new and fun method!

Nomming looked more difficult from a distance! But once I got over the initial shock of her sister’s sweet invitation, I ‘latched on’ to her flesh just as easily as if I was gripping her ribs or tickling her feet!

The real fun was feeling Tammy’s underlying tension from the deep muscles as they tried reflexively to buck me off! My friend herself had no conscious thought of her own at this point! Even though our mouth tickling was not too far along, the intensity of the sensations had her dissolving into a state of total hysteria—Her laughter constant and uncontrollable!

The tickled girl was not even able to form words! her laughter came in helpless waves of hyper stimulation, initially with distinct sounds of

“AHAHA! AHAHA! HO! HAA! HUUUUUH!”

That quickly melted into short bursts of “HA! WHOO! WAH! EEEE!”—Those special sounds of what I call ‘tickle gibberish’!

Tammy’s constant state of hysteria and frenzy from the relentless mouthing of her sensitive flesh **** her voice to become quieter in a quest for air instead of words!

Finally, she was only able to moan and murmur her responses as the lower volume required less effort and less air!

“Huuuuuh….Uhhhhh…Guuuuuuh” Are those sounds of ticklishness that came later, especially as my friend mustered enough resolve to try to look at whoever was close enough to make eye contact!

When I heard those sounds of **** ticklish lament, I was nearing the crest of her hip bone…And now I could glance toward her head and see some of the looks that the mouth tickling was creating!

My GOD it was good! Seeing the helpless face and eyes as the tickled girl was only able to lay there and respond? Priceless!

But now Natalie and I were on Tammy’s so nicely defined hip bones and the soft flesh below and around them! She engulfed the prominence on her side, using her gnawing and nibbling to perfection!

The shell of my friend Tammy’s mind and body created a new shriek of ticklish agony as the dark haired girl’s lips worked their magic!

I followed her pattern and did the same thing, and had the satisfaction of hearing my ticklish friend respond to my actions the very same way!

I mouthed and mauled the hip bone and surrounding flesh with renewed vigor, trying to match the tickler girl across from me! Tammy began another helpless round of inevitable laughter, but it more quickly deteriorated into the mindless noise that signaled ticklishness at the highest levels!

I began to realize what it was like to be caught up in the tickling fixation, and what Natalie, Amy, and the rest of the group truly enjoyed about their activities!

Yes, Tammy was my friend, but I didn’t care! I HAD to go on! I COULDN’T stop!

I was ADDICTED to the sensations of her ripples and spasms my mouth was feeling from her sensitive flesh, as well as the power I had over her helpless, ticklish mind and body! To KNOW I was the one causing her to squirm, to laugh, to groan in anguish…To KNOW I was the one pushing her to the highest levels of ticklishness…

I was brought out of my mental daze by someone lightly shaking my shoulder!!!!

“Hey…Hey there…” Said a sweet, soft voice….It was Amy!

“You need to let me back in there…I need my turn now…”

I realized I was still latched onto Tammy’s flesh…My mind returned to the present….I lifted up from my playground, sighing in both contentment and disappointment…. I felt a little dizzy….So I stopped moving away from her.

“Are you okay?” Amy asked, again with her sweetest tone.

“Uh…Yeah….” I mumbled. I realized I may have spent minutes mouthing the girl! Damn—It felt like barely any time at all! But still, I apologized. “Sorry…” I murmured, embarrassed that I lost track of time and had to be asked to stop!

“No problem…” Said Amy.

Some one in the audience said, “Wow! she was really getting into it!”

“Who WOULDN’T?” Asked Natalie! Her face was beaming, along with Amy!

Then she asked Amy, “You ready to finish with her nomming?”

“Sure!” Replied the sweet older sister. She looked at her twin as she added. “Then we have some oiling up to do!”

Natalie looked down at her tickle toy…”Yeah…..” She smiled.

Tammy said, ”Aw fu-u-u-ck…..” But it was spoken with a distinct whimpering lilt of absolute and total defeat!

OMG….Poor Tammy ….My girl brain couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for hER….but only a bit…I smiled to myself….

The two girls leaned over and resumed their mouth tickling—-surrounding her hip bones and working that thin flesh with their ‘nomming’ lips once more, using both their motions and sounds of ‘MMM MMM MMM” to bring poor Tammy right back to her **** and ticklish reality!

Her shrieks of uncontrollable laughter resumed, and they nommed away, making circles around her hip bones and finding her hottest spots time and time again!

They moved up along her upper tummy and onto her abdomen…testing every dip and crease along the way! Moving to the sides, mouthing her soft flesh of her flanks! More sounds of anguish coming from the girl as they worked their way to her lower ribs….

Once there, each girl began feasting on the bones of her rib cage that formed the familiar inverted ‘V’ so visible on the stretched-out boy!

This was where the two appeared to be more biting and chewing her thin flesh as it covered her extra ticklish ribs!

Tammy howled in laughter from the new tickling sensations that they kept coming up with to **** Her! Then collapsing into weak moaning just like before! Finally, after nibbling on her entire lower bones of her cage, and thoroughly tasting the flesh between the inverted V…..The girls let up…

Amy smiled, “Have you had enough mouth tickling, little sister?”

Poor Tammy whimpered, “Yes…Yes…Please…..”

“Good….” Natalie murmured. “Now my fingers are rested…Its time for some oil….”

Amy wouldn’t let her go without a question! “So how WAS the mouth tickling, anyway?”

My friend was beside herself! It wasn’t enough to endure the tickling…But having to replay it verbally for her tormentors’ enjoyment was TRUE ****! But she also knew she’d better answer!

“It was the WORST!” Tammy was close to tears with her **** anguish!

“MY GOD! PLEASE….”

Amy and Natalie just grinned at their success…They knew there was more to come!

At this point, helper girl Daria unsnapped the lid of the coconut oil and began drizzling it on Tammy’s low tummy, then upwards to the hips and all around! When Tammy felt the cool oil on her ticklish flesh, she knew what was going to happen and her body squirmed the tiniest bit, as if trying to keep the oil away!

D smiled and began using one hand to smooth the puddles of oil all over the girl’s stretched out flesh, from side to side on her low low tummy…all the way up to her hip bones! Just the touch of her spreading the lubricant made my friend frantic once more! her eyes bugged out, her panting returned!

“AW SHIT! AW SHIT!” Tammy squawked in anguish!

Natalie settled in on top her thighs once more…”Thanks D!” She said.

“My pleasure….” Answered Daria. “She’s all yours…..”

My GOD—Truer words were never spoken!

Natalie, perched atop my friend’s legs, only paused to reach back and tighten the hair fastener that kept her short ponytail in place! It was obvious that she wanted to prevent any distraction from loose strands of hair during her next turn on Tammy’s sensitive body!

A body that was now oiled up and would be much more sensitive than when she tickled her with dry skin!

Someone from the audience said, “My God! The oil is gonna make it WAY more ticklish!”

I could see Tammy’s breathing quicken with that comment!

“H—How much more?” I asked, my voice quavering for my friend! I’d seen how bad the oil on her feet made her experience! I couldn’t imagine what the large expanse of tender flesh would be like for Her!

The dark haired girl began tracing her fingertips over her very slippery low tummy! “About 1000%….” She smiled…As though she were about to dine on the most delicious meal on the planet!

Tammy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered again…

Natalie began repeating her original motions…tracing one fingernail and fingertip across the lowest, lowest part of Tammy’s oiled and stretched out tummy. Only this time, the oil provided a perfect, friction-free playground! Coconut oil it seemed, was the magic elixir for absolute and profound tickle ****! From this first touch of her second visit to her immobilized and **** lower body, I could tell everything was different! It was as though her touch was magnified tremendously— Tammy seemed to be responding so much faster! The same touch was making her squirm and murmur little sounds that took longer the first time!

Natalie seemed to relish this position because now she could sit atop her tickle toy, keeping her bare flesh under her watchful gaze but still enjoy most of her facial expressions and head movements!

As she teased her tummy, my friend’s breathing increased in depth and pace…Her head lolled from side to side…Her fingertips tickled and grazed…then stopped at one spot! I knew from earlier the girl must have detected some quivering little ripple or spasm…It was what her fingers and mind were meant for…exploring a person’s form for all of its hidden sensitivities…then homing in…like a hunter seeking its prey…

Tammy’s face and eyes told all her secrets…As Natalie teased and tormented her oiled tummy, her breathing became more irregular…more toward panting…still light panting…..but I could tell and see the renewed panic building in her face and eyes…

My friend turned her head to the side and pressed her nose and one eye into her outstretched bicep…Her lips made a straight line…not clenched but reserved…trying so desperately to hide her ticklishness from the dark haired girl! Even as a girl I could appreciate the simple freaking cuteness of it all… Tammy trying to hide herself, hide her inner self…holding out just in case this time would be different..Jeeeze it really was the tickled person’s dilemma! And as a girl, I know its just automatic—You can’t help but want to hide your ticklishness, your embarrassment over this one stupid weakness….The one weakness that anyone with fingers can exploit on you, no matter how tough you think you are or try to make yourself out to be…

Tammy’s whole body and soul were tense now….feeling the increased tickling sensations from the expert tickler…Her eyes opened into half slits…I could tell her resolve was starting to fail. As a girl I was secretly imploring her to stay strong and tough…But now as I was transforming more into a true tickler….I was also secretly enjoying her new anguish!

After all, at the end of the day, it’s just tickling!

I had already seen so much….And done a bit of my own tickling (Thanks to Amy)…Now I was enjoying her tension and her inevitable collapse into hysteria!

The dark haired tickling expert was moving her fingertips all over my friend’s tummy, pressing into her glistening and sensitive flesh! Tammy was holding any verbal response inside..trying to stay quiet, as though if she held out long enough, the girl would go away!

Suddenly, my buddy half choked, half coughed in response as Natalie finally had tickled her enough! her belly and tummy rippled with peals of laughter that she could not hold in any longer! she was able to calm a tiny bit when…

“More oil, please…” Smiled Natalie at her helper and friend!

D unsnapped the bottle of oil and drizzled some more of the magic elixir on Tammy’s flesh!

My friend moaned in agony! “NOOO! PLEEASE!”

Amy smiled at her sister! “Whats the matter, Tammy?” her older sister cooed. “Too ticklish?”

“YEEEESSSS!” The girl hissed loudly!

Natalie smiled at me, but direct a question to the tortured girl!

“Tell us how it is compared to before?”

She kept tickling her tummy….Tim shrieked as she teased a new spot of trembling flesh!

“WORSE!” she bleated out! “WAY WORSE!” she was trying to look at Natalie to make SURE she knew! PLEEEASE NO MORE OIL!”

OMG! So wild! I thought to myself. The oil going on her body was even more torturous that the tickling, it seemed!

Then came my next big SHOCK for the day!

Natalie glanced at me. “Wanna feel the spasms?”

Her fingers were palpating her tummy dips and flat areas….

“Su—ure—!” I heard my voice croak in surprise and exhilaration! I was going to have a chance to be tutored by the main tickler of the group! I was so surprised, I think I almost blacked out for a few milliseconds!

“Feel around on her tummy with just your fingertips!” The dark haired instructor told me. “Let the oil do the work…You remember the spasms from feeling with your lips?”

“Yeah…” I murmured. I swallowed. My fingers were moving..I watched the area as I felt her muscles underneath begin quivering….quivering….then a tiny bit of tightness!

“Got it!” I concentrated on that area even before her next comment!

“Tickle it!” Natalie said, almost as excited as I was! She obviously relished being a teacher of the tickling arts!

I scribbled faster with my finger, then began feeling more! I was creating a small wave or ripple under her skin! And my buddy kept snorting and coughing and laughing!

“Keep going!” Urged my instructor! Then she resumed her own teasing and we played together on my buddy’s helpless, sensitive, and immobilized flesh!

My friend was becoming more hysterical by the second! The barrage of tickling from our fingers was overwhelming her, to say the least!

I was thoroughly enjoying my role as co-tickler as Tammy just kept getting louder! her was shrieking in laughter and tossing her head from side to side like a wild woman! I became a bit scared that we’d gone too far when I saw one of the girls near her head use her hands to immobilize her head!

“Shhhhhhh….” Shushed Hannah. Looking at the frantic girl, she just kept shushing her. she started to calm but then got louder in a babbling cacophony of hysterical noises! That’s when one of the girls holding one of her arms reached over and clamped her hand over her open mouth!

Now her loud voice was muffled but she still tried to communicate with loud screams into her palm! OMG! I could tell this was tickling her so much!

“Should I stop!” I asked, my voice shaking!

“NO!" Natalie stated! “Do NOT stop! Keep going!” She shifted toward her upper body!

The dark haired girl kept one set of fingers teasing her upper tummy region while leaning over her face! Tammy was wailing into the other girl’s palm as Natalie began soothing her. The tickle torturer smoothed her sweaty hair and calmly said…”SHhhhh…Tammy!” She made good eye contact with the girl! her frantic, pleading eyes were all she could use for communication right now…And Natalie continued…”You need to calm down…It’s only tickling…and besides, look at your nipples. You know you love this.”

What that phrase, my buddy’s eyes got big and rolled back into her head! she panted VERY heavily a few times before slowing her breathing!

“That’s good…You’ll be fine…only two places left to go” The girl said. As much as she LOVED tickling, Natalie HAD to be on fire for the last two spots! But she kept herself calm as well…

“Your hips …and your ribs!” Natalie said.

Tammy still was in a terrible frenzy! her protests were muffled by the hand over her mouth!

“MMMM..MM!” she murmured emphatically! “MMMF!! MMM!”

“Seriously? What about her tits? Her ass? Her pussy? Hell, even her armpits? Aren’t they going to get the treatment?” demanded Jaimee. “If you don’t behave, my lamb, you are next.” Jaimee closed her mouth in response.

The girl turned to Tammy, “You're gonna be fine, ticklish girl!”

Natalie slid back down to her low tummy level, allowing me to stay on one side as she had the other.

She must have seen the look of shock on my face!

“Will she really?..Be fine…?” I asked, my voice questioning my own resolve at our **** tickling!

“Yeahhh..” The dark haired tickler answered with great confidence. “We’ve done loads of these!”

Those words made me cringe big time! But there was still work to be done!

Natalie looked at me and asked, “Are you ready to do those hips?” The look on her innocent face belied the mischievous grin she had on her lips! It was obvious this area was one of her MOST favorites!

Daria didn’t even wait for directions before unsnapping the cap on the bottle of coconut oil and tipping it forward! she drizzled two long lines of the magical fluid, from low on Tammy’s groin and following the creases all the way to the hip bones themselves.

Tammy startled at the sound of the oil bottle snapping open, making a tiny noise of recognition. “AH no….” she gurgled. she glanced down but couldn’t see the dark hair teaser’s hands…But she could see her face and eyes! The girl had removed her hand from her mouth and the other had let go of her head, but both stayed close in case they would be needed again!

Natalie began with one set of fingertips, rubbing the oil into the groove of her hip hollow on her side….I did the same on my side…My GOD my friend’s tummy and pelvis were so stretched and so taut! It felt like I was rubbing the skin of a drum!

“Take time to feel it…” The dark haired girl said. She was doing her side as well.

Tammy gave a light little whimper…then almost a low shriek in response to our fingers starting on Her!

Except as I rubbed, I could feel the tremors and trembling from under her skin! NO drum would give that feedback, and the more I felt it, the more I wanted to CAUSE it! And I did…slowly at first, but soon I had a nice rhythm of making the flesh spasm, then rubbing the spot, and making more!

Natalie murmured, “There you go….” Her voice was low, obviously excited at recognizing my new found talent. “Hmmm…You’re pretty good at that…”

Again, being invited into ‘her space’ … receiving some tips and feeling my success on the girl’s hip hollows…I felt a bit dizzy from the newness and thrill of it all! And Tammy…She was losing her identity to me…Transforming from a friend and perhaps secret lesbian crush into just a ticklish female doll, just a sensitive and perfect toy to be used as a plaything….

“You okay?” My co-tickler asked, bringing me out of my short mental detour.

“Ye— UH.. Yeah!” I groaned. My fingers kept pressing and rubbing, making little ripples starting to form in the grooves and the flesh surrounding them.

Natalie was already there, smoothly moving her fingers up her right side of her hip hollows with great concentration!

“Good!” The tormentor girl smiled. “This line is one of the most sensitive spots on anyone! You need to keep going on it until you have the ticklishness all worked out of it!”

The girl was whimpering at this conversation, and began babbling “OGAH OGAH NoNOnononono….” her eyes looked frantic!

“Worked out?” I asked. “So then she won’t be ticklish anymore?”

“She’ll ALWAYS be ticklish!” Smiled Amy.

“No….” Natalie laughed lightly. “We’re gonna work the ticklishness OUT so she’s finally REALIZES it! And so everyone ELSE can see it too!”

The tickle torturer grinned. “Then she won’t be so embarrassed about how ticklish she really IS—-She needs to know it for herself!”

“Gaaaaaaawd!” My friend groaned in anguish! her voice wasn’t loud during all this conversation….she was just over stimulated and becoming a frenzied wreck!

“And ADMIT it!” Added Amy! “Because she STOLE my diary!”

Tammy looked toward her sister with an agonized face and expression!

Her eyes were huge and filled with ticklish terror for what might be coming! The girl changed and tried to put on her best pleading face!

“Amy! PLEASE! I’ll do anything!” My friend was in total hysteria now from our fingers sliding and massaging that super sensitive crease!

“ANYTHIIIIING!” she blathered again—Her voice low, worn down from laughter and tickling and her uncontrollable sounds….

The look on my friend’s face was an AMAZING combination of cuteness and fear…Of ignorance and instinct! Of….True and profound desperation!

Natalie couldn’t help but take advantage of the girl’s hysteria!

“The oil is gonna make this spot reaaally ticklish!” Said the dark haired girl! I felt the girl’s inner body trembling from deep within!

Our fingers vibrated and squeezed the bones!

We were on her hips bones now…And we began wiggling the flesh all around the bony prominences!! Tammy shrieked then wailed as Natalie showed me how to vibrate the bone, and then…Daria added more oil!

My friend couldn’t even mount a protest! she was becoming drained from all the constant overstimulation!

“Huuuuuh…Huuuuuuuh….” Were the only sounds she could make!

“Let your fingers slide off, like this!” Directed the tickler! She applied pressure to her hip bone and let the oil do its work! Her thumb slipped off of the oiled bone easily, adding more ticklish sensations along the way! Tammy screamed in anguish! Of course Natalie repeated the motion a few times!

I was so caught up in it all—-I felt like I was having an out of body experience! I just couldn’t stop tickling my poor overworked friend!

I performed the sliding thumb trick, and then also plucked at her tender bones like I was seeing Natalie do…

“AH GAAHA! OOOWeeeee!!! “ Tammy was a panting mess! she looked dazed, confused…She needed someone to know how badly we were tickling her and no one was paying attention! The girl locked onto Jaimee’ face and pleaded. “P-Pl-OH Ga…Plea—Ahhhhhrg!”

Jaimee looked at her and smirked!

“There’s nothing you can do! They’re gonna wreck your hips!” Jaimee stated. “And then I’m gonna get your ribs and tits!”

Now after hearing her fate, Tammy yelped in ticklish agony!

Natalie looked at me. "You did really good!” She grinned. “But I wanna to see this girl melt down…”

I moved away and let the dark haired girl slide back onto the saddle!

She got both hands on the girl’s hips and started tickling like crazy!

She used all the moves—massaging, vibrating, squeezing the slippery prominent points! Tammy wailed in an agony borne of an incredible duration of tickle time—There was no way to describe the vocalization except that it had to have come from every pore of her tickle tortured body!

The intensity was just too much for the boy! her body responded with a sort of massive internal writhing —internal because she was held down and stretched too much to actually move much at all! But the tiny bit her girl COULD manage—Those few millimeters at best—Seemed to create this shudder or shiver that came from deep inside! At this point, her poor tortured body was not her own but belonged to her tickler’s fingers that were latched onto her hips! Her fingers were holding her pelvic bones steady as she pressed her thumbs into the sensitive flesh all around and covering the bones themselves! Tammy really was just a helpless tickle toy in the girl’s grip, and she wasn’t letting up!

I realized what was going on! That internal writhing was her pitiful attempt at dislodging Natalie’s fingers from her hot spots! Tammy needed the onslaught of ticklishness to end, her body just HAD to dislodge those fingers! her voice had gone silent, her eyes glazing over from the relentless sensations that wouldn’t stop…She couldn’t laugh, she couldn’t form a word…Her eyes were open, totally unable to focus…Her only response was the involuntary ‘jolt’ from her inner core! But it wasn’t enough!

Natalie just kept going—Her fingers still strong, her eyes bright! She wanted to see more of the tickled out girly!

Tammy’s face began to change as she began to surrender herself to her tickler! she just made wheezing noises from her mouth as she gulped air to give herself more fuel for the helpless responses. she tried to raise her head to see her teaser, but could barely manage two seconds of that activity! she pressed the side of her face against her outstretched bicep and looked at anyone in sight!

No one said anything to disrupt this moment—-It was her beginning of her meltdown from all the tickling she had endured so far!

Natalie shifted her hands slightly so that all her fingers became stiff and acted as a unit to give my friend one last intense tickling motion in her hip pocket areas!

Then we saw it! Tammy’s face transformed into this helpless look of what could only be described as total ADORABILITY….A combination of cuteness and surrendering…Almost crying but only a bit of moisture in the corners of her eyes! And those EYES! her eyes wide and pleading with the new innocence of a girl who’d never EVER been tickled this way in her life…Who found herself overwhelmed in the tidal wave of ticklishness that her tickler started ages ago with barely there grazes on her tummy! The girl was panting in a raspy way, her mind and body still reeling from the sensations that Natalie, Amy and I had provided!

The adorable melt down face was so….Endearing…My inner self was warmed by the sight and significance of it…And as her face began to return to normal….My inner self hated to see that look go away!

The dark haired tickler slowed her fingers, but still relished her subject as she lay there trying to gather her thoughts…

Tammy’s face was still with a sweet countenance that Natalie loved…She let her come down to earth a bit….

Then she plied her with the usual questions..

“How was our tickling? How did you feel during all that?”

“OMG!” Tammy babbled. “I couldn’t THINK! I could barely SEE!”

I -Uh—-Jeesus…” she panted lightly…” That’s so unfair…I can’t believe how …” she paused.

Natalie smiled “What?” Obviously wanting her entire answer!

Tammy continued..”I —I can’t believe …” she swallowed. “How fucking ticklish I was!”

Natalie stroked the side of her head. “Yeah….SO, SO ticklish…” She smiled “Just like all girls…” It was quiet in the room.

“You’re still ticklish…”. Natalie’s said. “And now we have to do one last spot….”

Still recovering from her meltdown phase, The girl realized she was still being held down! And that they were’t finished with her yet!!!!

I smiled inwardly…It must be real hell to realize your tickling isn’t finished!

As Natalie adjusted her position, D popped the oil open! The sound of that oil bottle opening had become a real triggering sound for my poor helpless friend!

Tammy wailed in sorrowful anguish! Then blurted in a semi whining tone..

“Aww…FUCK no!”

Daria dribbled the substance all over the girl’s upper body, making sure there were little pools of coconut oil in every little hollow of her upper abdomen. Then she backed out of the way to watch the show!

"Thanks, D!” Natalie grinned.

The dark haired girl spread her fingers out and slide her hands from the girl’s tummy up and over the ribs…In front at first, massaging the oil all over, but concentrating on the bony edges of the inverted V of Tammy’s ribcage! Her thumbs along that upside down line made my friend squirm and kind of lightly cough!

“Oh yeahhh…” Natalie murmured…smiling. “I’m glad I decided to try this spot…”

I cringed inside, and the back of my neck tingled in awe and internal sympathy for Tammy. The expert tickler had evidently found a new and different spot to tease, and my buddy was her research project!

Her giggly laughter began anew as she rubbed and vibrated and plucked and teased the long sections of thinly covered rib bones…

Jaimee added her comment. “Damn! You’re ticklish there?” The rib tickler laughed. “I’ve NEVER seen a girl ticklish like that!”

I am sure what bit of Jaimee’ words were heard and processed by Tammy just added to her state of mental anguish! More noises came from the subject, and Natalie kept exploring the front of her cage….

Until she slid to the farthest edge of my friend’s sides! The girl squeezed her soft flanks a few times to ‘wake her up’ and then placed her fingers on the ribs on the sides of her torso…

Natalie began her usual studious search..her fingers probing between each rib, wiggling her flesh and bones! Because of her immobility, it was easy to stay in place and feel her internal responses as her fingers sought out her ticklishness..and her body betrayed her yet again!

The looks on my friend’s face as she felt the girl’s exploring fingers finding new areas of sensitivity, her now small gurgles of laughter becoming harder, deeper….

She found the middle to lowest third of her rib ladder to be a choice location for good responses! It would only be a matter of time before she would get to those….

My friend was starting another round of gasping noises and some laughter as the dark haired girl continued her methodical exploration of her torso! She inched higher along her sides, until she reached what even I know is a prime spot for great reactions!

Ever the tickle scientist, the dark haired girl had gone along with minimal reaction until she discovered Tammy’s high rib area!

Once her fingers probed there, Tammy was obviously stricken by the sudden increase and degree of new ticklishness!

Her body gave her no warning! As soon as the expert torturer found her mark, Tammy bleated out peals of ticklish laughter! her eyes and face filled with SHOCK again with the panicked look of a person tickled who had no idea that the spot just attacked was so very very sensitive!

But Natalie KNEW! In fact, I think her fingers pressing into the girl’s high ribs felt her responses even before she did! The girl smiled that ‘knowing’ smile..Not of meanness, but of recognition as she could tell her fingers were sending tickling shock waves deep into her core! Tammy’s eyes bugged out and rolled back as the overwhelming tickling sensations bore into her and her helpless girl brain!

As an observer, it was glorious to see how such little actual contact with Tammy’s body could produce such absolute mayhem! she screamed out in bouts of ticklish agony, her head bucking up and toward her chest, toward Natalie—-As if being closer to her would reduce her ticklish misery or bring out more sympathy for her plight!

The only thing that saved my friend was that sweet Natalie, after an afternoon of relentless tickle torturing, appeared to be slightly tiring!

Not her mind or body but her deft fingers and arms! She moved her fingers back down along her sides. The girl gave her lower ribs some tickles, her fingers clutching the sides and back edges of the bones as her thumbs wiggled into the front! Tammy’s still laughed and yelped in distress, but I could tell it was a difference from just a few minutes before!

Like the perfect teammate that she was, Jaimee sensed her friend’s fatigue!

“May I have a go?” The rib specialist asked her.

“Sure…” Natalie said, and very willingly slid to the side.

Jaimee moved over and I thought she would straddle the girl’s narrow hips, then exhibit power and authority over Tammy by staying upright and towering over Her! Actually, the Rib Lady was tall enough that she KNELT with a knee on either side of the tickle toy! Then she leaned over and brought her head VERY close the girl’s face and ears!

Jeeeze..! I nearly passed out from the image of seeing the Jaimee in THAT position on Tammy —Not upright, but kneeling over the immobilized tickle toy and having her chin and face near the girl’s shoulder! Being so CLOSE to the helpless subject’s pitiful face was an incredibly powerful move! Jaimee had already taunted and teased my friend and proven her psychological power over Her! Now the rib tickler could get ‘right in her face’ and ear and tell her things she was gonna do and Tammy had NO escape from the verbal ****!!!! It was SO much more powerful than speaking from two to three feet away! Plus, if Jaimee still desired, she could look into the girl’s eyes, bore into her ticklish soul, and relish the internal mayhem she would soon be causing with her demonic fingers!

Another amazing thing to me was how once Jaimee began getting into position, it seemed that everyone in the room knew to calm down for something really special! My pulse quickened as I remembered the way Jaimee had taunted the girl all during the long session! I felt the tension FOR my friend as this VERY experienced girl was about to begin her personal version of tickle ****! I wondered how much different Jaimee methods would be? I would soon discover there was no way I could have known how bad it was going to be for my poor ticklish friend

As Jaimee got settled “into the saddle”, I heard some comments from one of the holders.

“Jesus!” One girl said, “I can’t believe Amy gave up her own sister to the Rib Lady!”

I cringed inside! THIS was the tickler’s nick name?

Another holder girl chuckled. “But she DID steal her diary!”

Daria dribbled more oil on the girl’s chest and abdomen, so it would run over to her sides for Jaimee.

“Thanks, D!” Jaimee smiled. “No tit tickling, Jaimee!” declared Amy. Jaimee nodded and the relief on Tammy’s face was clearly visible.

Jaimee slid her hands over the girl’s torso, making sure to get her own fingers well lubricated and spread to oil to Tammy’s sides! The slow, methodical way the rib lady slathered my friend’s ribs was just another well planned step in her checklist for pure tickle ****!

Tammy whimpered a bit…Jaimee smiled with a devious curl to her lips!

“Are you ready to cry?” Smirked Jaimee! her tone was not ‘mean’ or taunting!

At this point, it sounded like the most natural, rhetorical question on earth! Rather neutral, when you really thought about what was to come! But her neutral words drove deep into Tammy’s heart and mind like a white hot sword!

Jaimee’ simple comment about a girl crying from tickling turned my friend into a hysterical mess!

“OhFuck!OHFUCK!OHFUCK!” Tammy’s **** stress at the anticipation of what this obviously talented tickler was going to do sent her mind reeling and her mouth to its limits! My poor friend! I just KNEW how bad it was going to be! And so did she!

Before Tammy could even digest the question, Jaimee had settled her long, strong fingers into the grooves of the girls’ lowest section of her rib cage! There was minimal probing—Jaimee seemed to instinctively KNOW the girl’s hot spots on her ribs! Strong fingers dug in and began vibrating the tickle girl’s helpless rib cage at the last 3-4 rungs of the ladder of bones!

All the tension from the buildup to Jaimee actions was released when I finally saw her pure tickling prowess in motion! This is when great positioning and immobility become so significant!

My friend SHRIEKED to the heavens as those tickling fingers immediately took control of her…And I mean took control of her body and SOUL!

The sudden and deep onset of intense tickling overwhelmed her like an avalanche falling on one single skier from 1000 feet up!

“How is a girl so ticklish?” Jaimee smirked, a smile on her lips as she held her face so close to her subject! “You must have never had your ribs massaged before!”

After the initial shrieking, my friend began a frenzied bout of deep laughter!

The difference between Natalie and Jaimee was very stark! Natalie was interested in tickling a girl to levels of ticklish that she had never experienced before—To levels the girl never even REALIZED she had! But, as much as she tickled the girl to absolute torturous levels, it was done more or less for a ‘higher purpose’ than mere tickling!

Natalie THOROUGHLY enjoyed tickling and all the ranges of emotions and responses it could bring, especially the end result when the girl was tickled to absolute bits! When she had no ticklishness left to hide! But her reasons were for mutual enlightenment!!! She wanted (her group and her friends) to see the girl at her MOST **** state of maximum ticklishness! Along with that, she desired to bring out the girl’s own hidden awareness of how **** and sensitive she really was to the tickling sensations! Most girls hell boys too keep those feelings hidden, and are embarrassed by their own natural vulnerability! Natalie yearned to use her prowess to show the girl the undeniable levels of maximum ticklishness that could be achieved, and to relieve them of the pressure of embarrassment and hiding of those feelings!

Jaimee, on the other hand, went after the girl’s ribs with a true vengeance! It seemed like the Rib Lady must have endured being tickled before, sometime earlier in her life…To the same absolute **** levels! Maybe that’s why now it seemed she was now trying to recreate the same level of horrific tickling upon the helpless toy stretched out and immobilized before Her! Jaimee wasn’t about methodical searching for a girl’s various hot spots! she was a specialist and concentrated all her energy on a girl’s rib cage! Like Natalie, Jaimee was a true tickle torturer! They both loved driving the sensations into the body and mind of the tickle toy of the day! The difference was Natalie was seeking a profoundly tickled girl’s understanding and enlightenment! Jaimee just wanted the girl totally wrecked…Physically and mentally!

Jaimee quickly and efficiently found the most **** and sensitive grooves on the girl’s ribs bones! her hands appeared stronger than Natalie‘s and even more tireless.. her latching on to the sensitive spots was more like a clamping motion, and once in her vice-like grip, she just vibrated her fingers into those grooves! her method would vibrate both ribs on each side of a groove at the same time, multiplying the ticklish sensations astronomically! Those sensations exploded inside the girl’s torso like bolts of lightning crackling back and forth from one side of ribs to the other!!! The girl had already shown expressions of shock and awe and shrieks and screams of ticklish agony under Natalie‘s expert fingers! Under Jaimee talented digits, the toy experienced even higher levels of true and profound tickle ****!

Now that she was securely clamped on, the tickling was in earnest! With Jaimee’ fingers spurring her on, Tammy was absolutely beside herself! her eyes were bugged out and wild, her face with a look of pure ticklish terror! To me, her face was showing the real fear of not just how BADLY the tickling was but the NOT KNOWING when or IF it was going to end! That is the real dilemma for the subject of a profound tickling! The incredible intensity of the tickling sensations just continued like a never ending tidal wave !

Jaimee KNEW what the tickled girl’s biggest fear was…and reinforced it with some absolutely torturous words!

“I’m just gonna carry on and on!” The Rib Lady warned, smiling with glee! Knowing she was in full control, Jaimee added, “Try and stop me!”

Seeing the helpless anguish on my friend’s face again made me feel some sympathy for her.

But then, I watched Tammy’s face! her expressions melted into that blend of frenzy—He was FRANTIC that the tickling would never end, but also mixed with vulnerability—The realization that she was MUCH MUCH more ticklish than she ever really KNEW! That look of recognition on her face was also working into her eyes! My human nature got the best of me and I realized I really DID want to see my friend tickled to absolute BITS— To the depths of her very core!

And Jaimee, the Rib Lady as she was called, never disappoints! she was like a machine, clamped on and vibrating that **** rib cage of her now screaming, laughing and blubbering play thing! And of course, Jaimee wasn’t content to just tickle the girl’s body! she had her own version of mental torments to unleash upon poor Tammy!

My friend made some little noise while barely shifting her hips in some involuntary attempt at escape! Jaimee noticed it immediately….

“Oh, she’s trying to stop me!” The tickle torturer called out for the crowd!

Then Jaimee got close to her subject’s face again.

Hmmfff…” The Rib Lady huffed. “You’re so weak…”

My friend whimpered in anguish!

Of course, Tammy couldn’t answer! she was too busy with her uncontrollable gibberish mixed with laughter mixed with wails of anguish. Those wails were sounds of sorrow from the depth of her core!

Then Jaimee’ arms tensed a bit more as she readied her wiry muscles—And she added MORE tickling pressure into the girl’s ultra sensitive rib grooves! The mournful wailing turned into shrieks of high pitched laughter!

Hearing the newest uptick in pitch, Jaimee knew she’d pushed the girl to another, even higher level of ticklish agony!

“Tell me when you’ve had enough!” Said the rib master!

The look on Tammy’s face was one of desperation! she could barely catch enough air to breathe in between the waves of tickles—How could she even SAY when he’s had enough?!?

My GOD, Jaimee was intent on drawing out EVERY ounce of ticklishness from the helpless girl!

Tammy’s body began to shake and shudder, no where near able to break loose from the tickler’s strong fingers!

Jaimee bore in and tickled some more…and more….and then leaned over and murmured in Tammy’s ear…

“You ready to cry for me?” The Rib Lady said, her lips plain and unfeeling… Tammy’s eyes had a look of sorrowful understanding!

OMG! I thought to myself! Crying! THAT was going to be the signal for when my poor tickle tortured friend has had enough! To send her to THAT degree of mental anguish WAS going to strip her bare of all her secrets!

Jaimee obviously RELISHED the thought of totally embarrassing the tickled girl in front of her friends! To expose my friend’s ticklishness for all to see! It was as if that surrender would give Jaimee’ the girl’s soul!

That was all true…But I realized that even as an observer, as part of the larger group, Tammy would also be giving up a bit of her soul to ME! And I yearned for it as well!

I found myself totally absorbed by this scenario! I DESIRED to see her helpless vulnerability! I truly WANTED to see my friend tickled to her very core!

My friend’s body attempted a near ‘out of body experience’ of writhing and twisting! An involuntary JOLT to try to dislodge those fingers! Tammy tried but couldn’t move enough! she involuntarily reared her head up a bit before one of the girls held it back down!

“Whoah buddy!” She pressed her down with a hand on her forehead!

“You almost got Jaimee in the face!”

Tammy had the look of a wild animal! she was panting and gasping in coarse sounds of overworked breath! her eyes were wide and losing their focus! her saliva drooling at the corners of her mouth! It was actually so much it looked like it might turn to foam!

Jaimee DIDN’T LET UP! she made eye contact with her frenzied toy and squeezed into her helpless cage of bones again!

The girl shivered in another attempt at a whole body JOLT!

But she couldn’t dislodge those torturous fingers of Jaimee!

Noises like I’d never heard spewed from her mouth!

Sharp sounds like “EEEEE!” And “EEEEHEE. HEE!” Snorting…

Incoherent gurgles and babbling nonsense…She was reaching her maximal heights of ticklishness!

Then came the start of silent laughter…Her face contorted with the anguish that every tickled person has to endure….her eyes open and wide, looking at Jaimee, at the holder girls, at her sister Amy..at Natalie…

Her whole body was held still except for the tiny little movements of her feet and hands…those hands and feet were flapping to relieve some of the terrific ticklish ‘pressure’…..

Amy told the girls on her legs to hold her feet still—And they did so!

The sweet faced, dark haired tickler had slid up and was right beside Her! Natalie grasped Tammy’s left hand as AMY’s did the other…Amy looked down at her sister’s face. her hands were now being held still…Lovingly….But firmly! Now she had NO outlet left….her breathing was irregular and her eyes looking more glazed over…so confused…..

Jaimee leaned close, her eye’s meeting the tortured girl’s …Then Jaimee brought her lips close to the girl’s ear and murmured,

“C’Mon…Let’s have it…”

A small little noise….barely audible.…I couldn’t tell….Was my friend trying to say ‘yes’….?

Then whimpering ….GOD! My friend’s eyes were melting from the afternoon of ticklish delights and torments! The look of frenzy, hysteria and then ….Pleading….her mouth open but silent, saliva drooling from her mouth, her head held steady by the girls…Another whimper…

Natalie, still holding one of her hands, used her other to stroke her damp hair….

With her most comforting voice, Natalie cooed, “Awwww…There you go….You’re soooo sweet…” More stroking of her hair….

The dark haired girl continued…”C’Mon now…Let it go….Be good for us….”

One last small but high pitched whimper….. and Tammy sobbed…..Lightly…But definitely a sob… Tears welled up and spilled out of the sides of her eyes!

My friend had the similar expression that we’d seen earlier….That ‘meltdown’ look….But this time it was much more fulfilling…Her eyes were pleading for mercy, but now with a deep and profound innocence! The innocence from a true and thorough baring of her soul! An expression offered up in her complete and total surrender…A look that now I know the group loves…

Natalie mumbled, “There, there….” Stroking her hair…. “Sweet girl….”

“That’s it baby sister…” Amy murmured. Her emotions had transformed back from sisterly **** to sisterly compassion. “It’s all right…” She added.

The girls who had held her head and mouth breathed, “Yeah…We’re all finished…”

I sighed in contentment from experiencing this last transformation…Where the group, but especially my friend’ s main ticklers….Had gone from innocent bystanders to becoming serious and intense ticklers….And now back again to their regular compassionate selves!

My friend just continued sobbing and whimpering for a bit…Releasing all the tension from holding her ticklishness inside….Now all the group could enjoy her new self awareness….

Sometime during this last phase, Jaimee had been reduced her pressure….To allow the girl to fully experience the reward of her relentlessly tormented body coming back to normal.

The girl holding her forehead had long since released her…

Tammy slowly lolled her head side to side, looking at her teasers….

They covered her with a blanket until she felt like slipping her shirt back on, but she needed help to do so….and still she stayed on the floor, recovering her vision and her wits about her…

Natalie, ever the tickle science girl, asked her some questions…

She smiled at her and touched her head. “So what was it like…being tickled like that?”

“Gaaaawd…” The girl groaned. “It was ****!”

“Awwww,” Grinned the dark haired girl. “But you handled it okay…”

“You made me insane!” My friend said! “And you made me cry!”

“Now…We didn’t make you cry…” Both Natalie and Amy spoke at the same time! “That was Jaimee! She’s a super torturer!”

“Yeah but you put her UP to it!” Tammy stated. “My own SISTER!”

“You did steal my diary and wouldn’t give it back!” Amy laughed.

“I guess you learned your lesson!”

“Fuuuuuck…” Groaned Tammy. “I’ll never do that again!”

“That’s smart!” I chimed in!

“Yeah?” Tammy said…”And you helped them! Some friend!”

“I couldn’t stop that group!” I chuckled! They were after your soul!”

“Yeah,,,and we GOT it!” Grinned Natalie! “And we all learned some things along the way!”

“I learned I’m more ticklish than I ever thought possible!” Tammy stated. “And I hate coconut oil!”

Natalie replied, “You and every other girl we’ve ever tickled to bits!”

Amy affirmed…”Yeah we pretty much get them all to admit their ticklishness by the end! Especially to themselves!”

“You two are—“ Tammy started then changed her mind on her words….”Too much!”

“Especially with Jaimee helping!” Natalie smiled.

“What about you?” Amy smiled at me. “You had a good time!”

Natalie added, “Yeah what did you think? You looked shocked at first!”

“I learned that I kind of… enjoy tickling…” I said. I think I blushed…then I added. “I kind of REAALLY enjoy tickling!”

Amy said, “We could tell! You really liked tickling my sister!”

“Yeah….” I was torn over tickle torturing my friend.

“You did great!” Both Natalie and Amy complimented.

Amy said “Yeah, no need for embarrassment over tickling someone!”

Natalie smiled. “And you really helped her out! she showed everyone her ticklishness…and now she won’t have to feel embarrassed about it!”

“Its sounds so nice when you say it that way!” I joked about them transforming tickle **** into a valuable self awareness event!

“It IS!” Natalie replied. “Its a terrible burden to hide such things!”

Amy smiled. “And we just love helping out the ticklish girls!”

I just shook my head! I knew I had a great experience and a personal transformation!

Tammy groaned one last time before getting up to leave.

Mazikeen & Eve (f/f)

Miss-Tickle

(Quick word from the author - I pretty much made this account strictly to share tickling stories. This is also on Fetlife. This is my first tickling story, so please go easy on me... Though I'll gladly accept an hour of tickling for every typo you spot.)

This story is f/f, loving relationship, with bondage, orgasm control/denial, and brief mentions of spanking and other kinky activities. It is sexually explicit, especially towards the end. It's also very long, because I'm a dork. Read if you dare.

Mazikeen tugged at her restraints fruitlessly, watching her own hands dangle helplessly above her head. her arms were bound up tight, her elbows fully extended, so there was no hope of protecting her armpits. For good measure, Eve has bound her biceps as well. her armpits were completely exposed, pulled taut until little hollows formed.

With a tremble, Mazikeen realized her entire body was immobile. Eve was, admittedly, very good at this. She had fastened a tight leather strap across her large chest, pining her back firmly to the bench on which she was stretched. Two more straps had been added across her thighs, making it impossible to move her hips at all. Additional straps had been fastened both above and below her knees. Mazikeen couldn’t move her legs an inch, not that she really wanted to.

But the most impressive bondage was at her feet. Eve had locked her tightly into the padded stocks, her big feet just barely fitting in the tiny holes. her toes had each been individually tied back with thin string, a process that had tickled so bad, Mazikeen almost lost her mind.

Eve had also added three padlocks to the stock set, grinning at her as she locked them. Something about seeing those heavy locks, knowing her feet were totally helpless, sent shockwaves right to Mazikeen’s glistening pussy.

Speaking of her pussy, Eve had not let Mazikeen’s sensitive womanhood go unpunished. She had opened up with special clamps that had soft woolly covering, that **** a grin on Eve’s face. She’d also emptied an entire bottle of warming lotion on her pussy, rubbing it in with her devious hands until Mazikeen was leaking unto the bed. To cap off her masterpiece, Eve had secured a small ring to her swollen clit. Even from a distance, Mazikeen knew that evil device was a vibrating ring.

The final bit of bondage was being secured in place now. Eve pulled a strap tightly across Mazikeen’s forehead, cinching it in place. She gently brushed her dark hair away from the straps, a loving touch from such an evil woman. With the strap tightened, Mazikeen realized she could not move her head even an inch. her sensitive neck was completely and utterly exposed.

“You sure are a sight,” Eve giggled, walking directly into Mazikeen’s sight range. With such **** bondage, it was difficult for Mazikeen to see anything that wasn’t right in front of her eyes. The dim lights of Eve’s garage **** chamber swayed gently above her head, illuminating Eve like an angel.

Her torturer was wearing the sexiest piece of lingerie Mazikeen had ever seen. Her tight bodysuit was made entirely of sheer lace, bright red and see-through. Her full tits were pushed up and on display for her, bouncing lightly as she moved around her body. The suit cut up into a thong, showing her perfect ass. Her long legs were bare and ended in red high heels that made an ominous clicking sound when she moved around her body.

Mazikeen’s view of Eve made her pussy stain against its clamp and her clit its ring. She really was beautiful, with her dark hair falling in soft ringlets down her back. Her very long nails were freshly manicured, filed to soft points and painted the same vibrant red as her body suit.

Eve must have noticed Mazikeen admiring those nails, because she lifted her small hands to her face and wiggled her fingers with a smile.

“See these nails?” She asks softly, her slight Southern accent making her sound so innocent. “These nails…they want to explore every inch of your sexy body.”

Mazikeen felt herself blush hard. she didn’t think she was sexy, certainly not sexy enough to be with someone like Eve. Though her arms and legs were full of muscle, Mazikeen had a small belly that made her embarrassed to be naked in front of such a beautiful woman. Eve didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, during their daily tickling sessions, Eve spent a lot of time on her belly.

“Are you ready to be tickled, my tickle toy?” Eve asked. Her voice was like honey, but there was a demanding tone in each word. Mazikeen knew the correct answer. It had been tortured into her brain during weeks of punishment.

“Yes, mistress,” she said automatically.

“You know what to do.” Eve wiggled her nails in front of her face one more time.

Mazikeen gulped. The rehearsed words played through her mind like a recording. “Please tickle me, mistress,” she said softly. “Please tickle my body.”

“Do you want a safe word?” Eve asked, once again feigning innocence.

Mazikeen answered quickly, “No, mistress. Please tickle as much as you want.”

“Just to be clear,” Eve teased. “You don’t want any way to make this stop. Once I start tickling, you will not be able to escape. I will not stop tickling you for any reason until I’m satisfied. Is this what you want?”

Mazikeen’s pussy dripped against her will as she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, mistress. Please tickle me as much as possible. Please don’t stop tickling for any reason.”

“Fair enough.” Eve giggled softly. She moved to her side and threw her leg across her chest, straddling her. She shifted her light body until she was sitting directly on Mazikeen’s chest, making her even more helpless. From this angle, Mazikeen could see her pretty face and her tits straining against her tight lingerie.

“Let’s start with your armpits,” Eve taunted. “Are you ready?”

Mazikeen let out a small gasp. she wanted to protest, but she knew the tickling would be much more **** if she didn’t submit. “Y-yes, mistress. Please tickle my armpits.”

Eve grinned. “Good girl.”

The compliment made Mazikeen blush again, but her happiness turned to terror instantly as Eve lifted her long nails to her sensitive, exposed armpits. With devilish accuracy, Eve placed her nails directly into the sensitive hollows of Mazikeen’s pits. Then, with a feather soft touch, she began to tickle.

Mazikeen seized almost immediately, her hands clenching into fists. Eve knew the gentle tickling was so much worse for her than the rough stuff. her mouth opened involuntarily as the first small wave of laughter escaped her lips.

Eve’s long nails lightly tickled within the hollows of her arms. Those evil red nails brushed her skin so gently, it felt like a kiss. Eve was a skilled tickler, moving each finger independently to tickle as much as possible. Her touch was soft and slow, extremely erotic, but deathly ticklish.

Mazikeen laughed hard as Eve tickled her armpits without mercy. Her nails had absolutely no mercy on the exposed skin of her upper body. Mazikeen thought her hands might live in the hollows of her pits permanently now, because Eve showed no sign of slowing down, even as the minutes began to tick by. She simply kept tickling and tickling right there, on her **** spot, while Mazikeen laughed helplessly.

The tickling was already too much. Mazikeen strained against her restraints, but movement was impossible. she was simply tied too tightly. All she could do was clench and wave her fists as her armpits were wrecked. The tickling continued on and on, with Eve allowing her evil nails to crawl just slightly around her armpits, never leaving those sensitive spots.

“Does this tickle?” Eve asked, peering down at Mazikeen over her large chest. Her nipples were firm now, and it was clear that even this brief tickling was turning her on immensely.

“HAHAHA….YES!” Mazikeen choked between laughter. “Y-YES…HAHAHAHA! IT T-T-TICKLES!”

“Good.” Eve said firmly, a smile pulling up her lips. She tickled more, exploring every single nerve on Mazikeen’s helpless armpits.

Mazikeen thought she might pass out already. she didn’t know how long Eve had been tickling just this one spot, but it felt like years. Her nails were tireless, never hesitating as they assaulted her ticklish skin. Her touch was unbearable, so deeply erotic and so torturous at the same time. If only Eve would stroke her boiling pussy with such precision and effort! Sadly, Mazikeen knew Eve wasn’t interested in making her cum just yet.

Time ticked on as Eve tickle-abused her armpits. Mazikeen had **** but to give herself over to her helpless laughter. There was no point in fighting it. she laughed deeply, tears forming in her eyes. her sensitive skin felt like it was electrified.

After an impossible amount of time, Mazikeen could feel Eve’s tickling nails beginning to wander. she opened her teary eyes to see her pretty face smiling down at her, her tits bouncing as she tickled.

“What a good ticklish girl,” she cooed. “I know this tickles so much. Are you ready to have your neck tickled for a while?”

Mazikeen gasped loud. At even the mention of her neck, her pussy began to drip. Eve knew her neck was a deadly erogenous zone, and that tickling there made her **** to cum. The idea of being tickled on her neck while in a pussy ring, unable to orgasm, was terrifying. Still, Mazikeen knew she had to agree or else face intense punishment from her mistress.

“Y-Yes, p-please,” Mazikeen gasped. “HAHAHA…p-please t-t-tickle my n-neck!”

Eve grinned. Without ceasing the tickling, the torturer directed her long nails out of Mazikeen’s trembling armpits, across her exposed collarbone, and down onto her sensitive neck.

A surge of pleasure hit her pussy so hard, Mazikeen moaned aloud. her ticklish neck twitched under Eve’s expert nails, but the tickling was impossibly erotic. A pure mix of sensuality and **** struck the helpless lady. As Eve tickled her way slowly and softly up her neck, Mazikeen descended into moans and giggles.

“P-pleaseeee HAHAHA!” she begged. she wasn’t even sure what she was begging for, but she knew she was ****.

“Please what?” Eve asked in her usual dominant tone. She was daring her to beg for mercy, knowing it would earn her an entire night of intense ****.

“P-p-please…” Mazikeen moaned. “HAHAHAHA please…please tickle more!”

Eve giggled and gasped playfully. “My my, what a good tickle toy! It’s very good to beg for more tickling. I’m going to add an hour to your tickle session.”

Mazikeen groaned loudly. her clit filled with cum as Eve threatened her with more time. Her gentle nails crawled up and down her helpless neck, slipping lower to tickle her chin before stroking sensually down to her collarbone again. She was an expert at neck tickling and knew every single spot to hit. On one trip up her ticklish neck, Eve let her nails dip behind her ears, which made the ticklish girl squeal.

“Now now,” Eve taunted. “I know you love this. Your neck is your erogenous zone. Oh! I almost forgot…”

Mazikeen felt one hand leave her neck as Eve shifted on top of her. she couldn’t see what she was doing, but she could feel her long hair gently teasing her exposed redness as she turned around. she soon felt her soft touch on her desperately wet pussy, which was leaking pre-cum already as a few giggled left her.

Suddenly, with terror, Mazikeen felt Eve switch on the tiny vibrating ring attached to her clit.

Mazikeen couldn’t help it. she screamed, loud. It felt like a thousand tiny vibrators had been attached to her aching pussy. she screamed as the light vibrations traveled down her pussy, right to her clit. she tried to cum but the clamps around her lips made it impossible as they started to tickle.

“AHHHHAHAHA! PLEASE! PLEASE!” Mazikeen hollered helplessly. she was so trapped, so incapable of moving even as Eve made her **** unbearable.

“Now tickle toy, just relax.” Eve taunted again. She turned around and applied her hand to her neck again. Ten long nails tickled up and down her most erotic spot.

“Tell me you deserve this.” Eve commanded. “You know you need this tickling. Tell me you deserve more punishment.”

Mazikeen screamed loud, helpless and frantic. The tickling was so intense, but the eroticism was unbearable. she was so **** to cum, she was seeing stars in her eyes. Still, she knew she couldn’t disobey Eve. If she submitted, there was a chance of orgasm. If she resisted her, the **** would only increase.

“HAHAHAHAHA YES! YES MISTRESS!” she was hysterical, **** out words between laughter. “PLEASE! I DESERVEEEEHAHAHAHA! I DESERVE MORE! HAHAHAAAAAA! PLEASE! PLEASE TICKLE MORE!”

“And do you deserve to cum, tickle toy?” Eve asked.

Mazikeen’s stomach sank. she wanted to cum. she needed to cum. But as Eve tickled her defenseless neck, she knew the right answer.

“N-NO MISTRESS!” she cried. “PLEASEEEHAHAHA! PLEASE DON’T LET ME CUM. PLEASE TICKLE MOREEEEEAHHHHH!”

“That’s my good tickle toy.” Eve grinned at her like a proud parent. Her nails finally left her neck, skimming down her collarbone again. Mazikeen tried desperately to catch her breath as Eve shifted her tickling attention to her ribs. To her horror, though, she did not turn off the vibrating ring.

“Don’t worry,” she said, as if reading her mind. “I won’t stop vibing that little pearl. I want it tortured all night. But you won’t be cumming, at least not for a very long time. Those clamps are tickling your wittle wips aren’t they?’

Mazikeen giggled helplessly as Eve’s nails drifted gently over her ribs. Her soft, expert tickling was deathly erotic on spots like her neck. But on her ribs, her touch was playful. she started to remember why she loved her tickling so much.

“Hahahaha, yes mistress!” she laughed. she tried to squirm as Eve poked each rib. Her long nails traveled down to her sides, where she brushed them gently across her ticklish skin. she giggled like a schoolgirl as she tickled and tickled.

Eve finally turned, straddling her backwards now. This gave her full range to tickle Mazikeen’s sides and tummy. It also gave Mazikeen an excellent view of Eve’s ass, which was tight and round from hours at the gym. The tight thong body suit made her behind even sexier as it bounced in front of her face.

Mazikeen laughed as Eve began to tickle her tummy. A small blush spread across her face, and she was happy Eve had turned away. she was so embarrassed by her little belly, but in truth, the soft tummy made her even more ticklish. Somehow, Mazikeen was enjoying this round of tickle ****, feeling Eve’s long nails crawling over her sensitive skin.

Eve seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She placed her high heeled feet on either side of Mazikeen’s trapped head and sat back a bit, lowering her perfect ass into her face. Mazikeen wanted so badly to smack her sexy behind as she tickled her. she imagined her being tied and spanked after tickling her, and the thought made her pussy drip even more.

For now though, Eve was content to tease her as she tickled up and down her tummy. Her nails dipped into her belly button, skimming around the sensitive skin. She tickled her lower tummy and then off to the sides, where she squeezed gently. She leaned down to give her a soft kiss and then a quick raspberry on her tummy.

Then Eve sat back, placing her ass right on Mazikeen’s face. Mazikeen moaned through the giggles. she thought that if she had to choose a way to die, she wanted to be suffocated by Eve’s amazing butt while she tickled and tickled her to ****. Mazikeen could see Eve’s pussy was soaked, and she wanted so badly to lick it. she imagined having that tight pussy slide against her own wet pussy, and groaned loudly.

“Awww, tickle toy.” Eve teased, her nails exploring every inch of her tummy. “I know you’re enjoying the view. But I don’t think you’re being tickled enough. Let’s kick this up a notch.”

Mazikeen gasped. Eve’s ass bounced slightly as she slid down her body, her nails landing in the dips of her hips. Mazikeen laughed hard, trying to buck her hips out of her grasp. she was yanked back to reality as the tickling intensified. Eve’s long nails knew her hips well, and she shuddered as she tickled.

Having Eve so close to her pussy was ****. The vibrating ring was still working Mazikeen’s aching clit. Her pussy and clit were so complete with juices, it was almost painful. The pussy ring strained against her exposed clit, while the clamps tickled her lips more forcefully. If Eve were to remove the ring and clamps, she would cum immediately.

But that wouldn’t be happening. Instead, Mazikeen simply dripped as Eve’s nails tickled and tickled her hips. The sexy tickler was too good at her job. She knew the spots to hit to make Mazikeen scream like a teenage girl. She let her gentle tickles travel down to her inner thighs, around the edges of her pelvic area. She was so close to her aching pussy, but tickling her toy was still her priority.

Mazikeen watched in agony, dissolving into helpless laughter, as Eve’s ass moved away from her face. She was crawling down her now, her nails exploring her legs. Mazikeen groaned loudly because she knew where she was heading, but she was helpless to stop it.

Eve slid her sexy body down the length of Mazikeen’s bound limbs, then climbed off her legs. Her nails briefly left her body, and the laughter subsided, but Mazikeen knew it would be short-lived. she gritted her teeth, trying desperately to catch her breath before the torment continued.

“I know that pussy is aching, tickle toy.” Eve teased, crouching out of her view. She was hidden behind the stocks now, and Mazikeen knew her bare feet were on perfect display for her.

“You won’t be made to cum for a long while yet, tickle ****.” Eve stated firmly. Mazikeen’s heart sank as her pussy twitched helplessly. Somehow, being denied was making her even hornier. Eve continued, “Are you ready to have your feet tickled?”

Mazikeen coughed, out of breath and broken from the previously tickling. she wanted to break free from her bondage and **** her pussy deep into Eve’s mouth or to grind against her tiny pussy. But she was trapped, totally and completely helpless. she knew arguing would earn her the hairbrushes on her soles and a week of edging. Instead, she submitted to her torturer.

“Y-yes, mistress,” she begged obediently. “Please tickle my feet. Please tickle them to ****, with no mercy. I deserve it.”

“Would you like the sensitizing oil on your feet?” Eve asked cruelly. The question made Mazikeen whine. The oil made her so unbearably ticklish, she could barely stand a single drop. But she knew she had to submit.

“Yes, mistress,” she begged. “Please. Please use the entire bottle of oil on my feet.”

Even with her face hidden from view, Mazikeen knew Eve was smiling. she heard the familiar clack of the oil lid being opened and felt the cool rush of liquid on her bare soles. The cold made her jump. Eve let the droplets of oil drip from her toes to her heels, coating her feet in layer after layer until her feet were soaked. Then Mazikeen felt her soft hands gently rubbing the oil into her soles and between each toe. Even this soft gesture made her giggle.

“How long should I tickle your feet, my tickle ****?” Eve asked coolly.

Mazikeen bit her lip. she answered obediently, “Please, mistress. Please tickle as much as possible. Please, tickle my feet until I cry, and even after. Please tickle and tickle and don’t stop, no matter how much I beg. Please don’t stop tickling my feet, mistress. Please add more time to my tickle session.”

“Would you like an hour of tickling added to your feet?” Eve asked without missing a beat. She stopped touching her feet, and Mazikeen found herself bracing for her touch again.

“Please,” the tickle **** begged. “Please add two hours of tickling to my feet.”

From behind the stocks, Eve giggled. Then she pressed her long nails to Mazikeen’s oiled feet, and the woman felt electric sensations travel through her body.

“Very well,” Eve teased. “Let’s begin.” With deadly concentration, Eve began to softly tickle up the edges of Mazikeen’s exposed soles.

Mazikeen opened her mouth to scream, but the tickling was so intense, no sound escaped her lips. she yanked her feet instinctively, but her bondage was far too tight. Mazikeen wailed desperately as Eve’s skilled nails slipped over her ticklish skin. It was by far the most intense tickling she had ever felt.

“Tickle tickle,” Eve teased as her nails navigated her soles. her tickle mistress tortured her way up her soles to her toes, where her long nails began to dip between each toe. The oil made Mazikeen so desperately ticklish, there was nothing she could do but scream. Each scratch of her nails was torment. her body ached, and even worse, her pussy began to leak with abandon, betraying how much she secretly loved this tickling.

“AAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Mazikeen was hysterical. her mistress tickled her way between each toe and then down her soles again. She guided her gentle nails up her arches, over the balls of her feet, and then to the edges of each foot. Around her heel, she tickled a little more firmly. Under her toes, her touch was feather-soft. The tickling was impossibly erotic, gentle and steady and deathly accurate. She knew every single inch of her feet, and her nails seemed hungry for more tickling.

Helplessly, Mazikeen began to cry. The tickling was wrecking her completely. her heart raced. her lungs felt full of cement. her body was aching from the tight bondage but she knew escape was impossible. her pussy was building heat and juices like a volcano, and she cursed her own pussy for being so aroused by tickling. she hated that she loved the tickling, even when it made her sob. she needed mercy, but she certainly didn’t want the tickling to stop.

Eve had no interest in stopping, either. Her nails were just getting started. She tickled more intensely with each pass over her feet, tormenting Mazikeen’s exposed ticklish spots. As Mazikeen’s toes strained against the restraints, Eve tickled each one, between and under and around every toe. She let her long hair fall forward, teasing her sensitive soles while her nails worked her toes to ****.

The first hour ticked by quickly for Eve but torturously slow for Mazikeen. she knew for sure that she was losing her mind. she could feel cum dripping down her helpless pussy. The torment from the vibrating ring was almost hypnotic. Mazikeen thought perhaps Eve would never stop tickling. she imagined spending forever trapped like this, with Eve’s nails abusing her feet while she cried and dripped and shook in her bondage. The thought made her scream louder, and Eve dug her nails in slightly more, intensifying the tickling on her poor **** girl.

The second hour seemed longer than the first. Eve’s nails showed no signs of tiring. She was too good, and had been tickling for too long. Mazikeen could hear her breathing heavily, but it was not from exhaustion, but rather from arousal. Mazikeen knew her tickler well, and she knew this torment was turning Eve on more than anything in the world. Somehow, it made her want more tickling, even as the **** wrecked her physically and mentally.

By the third hour, Mazikeen couldn’t even remember her own name. she could think of nothing but the intense tickle **** on her feet and the incredible aching of her pussy. she had been hard for so many hours now, her pussy was practically on molten fire. The vibrating ring around her pussy head was terrorizing her, vibing her so badly she thought she might explode.

But Eve had no plans to stop. Her nails were ruthless, covering every inch of her feet with gentle, slow, teasing tickles. It was deeply erotic, despite being truly torturous. Each pass of her nails under her toes was like a loving kiss. Each scribble down her soles was intoxicating.

Mazikeen began to fade in and out. The tickling was far too intense for her body to handle. she knew she was close to passing out, and thought she might have already if it weren’t for her aching pussy. she couldn’t form words, so there was no risk of her begging for mercy and incurring more punishment. Instead, she simply cried with laughter, alternating between sobs and deep giggles.

She wondered what would happen if she begged for mercy now. Surely, Eve would take the hairbrushes to her soles for the rest of the night. She had done it before, sentencing her to a week of denial while punishing her feet with hard, merciless tickles. Mazikeen knew she couldn’t take that punishment tonight. The hope of cumming was the only thing keeping her sane.

“Do you want mercy?” Eve baited her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Mazikeen knew there was only one right answer. If she begged for mercy, the punishment would intensify. And maybe, the submissive part of her brain wanted that. The idea of having her helpless feet scrubbed with brushes after such a long **** session made her pussy drip endlessly. she did love the tickling, truly, and she knew she deserved all this punishment and more. But Mazikeen also wanted to be a good girl for her mistress, and above all, she clung to the hope of orgasming tonight.

“P-p-please…” she choked between laughter. her voice was broken, barely audible. “P-please, mistress. AAAHAHAHA! Please t-tickle more!”

The ticklish girl heard Eve laugh. she felt her nails travel up her soles once more, tickling long and deep. It was as if Eve’s nails needed to keep tickling, as if this was their main purpose in life. There was nothing else for those nails to do but tickle and tickle the trapped feet of a horny tickle ****.

Eve was adding more time. Mazikeen knew it. She kept track of the hours in her head, adding more torment to her worst spots. If a spot was especially ticklish, Eve would add an hour to its punishment. Today she was focused on her toes, though her nails took frequent trips down her soles. Her tickling was light and maddening, careful and calculated. She knew exactly how to tickle her effectively. She knew how to make it tickle as much as possible.

Mazikeen had **** but to surrender her feet. They were trapped anyway. They would simply be tickled as long as Eve desired, with no hope of mercy. There was absolutely nothing for Mazikeen to do but take her tickling like a good submissive. she was totally, hopelessly trapped.

Eve’s tickling gradually shifted from intense punishment back to long, erotic strokes. Mazikeen’s soles were being raked by her long nails, the skin tormented with attention. her toes were explored one by one with soft, sensual touches. Eve rubbed her feet a little, giving her a bit of pleasure amidst the intense ****. She even tickled the tops of her feet, where she was secretly very ticklish. She knew every single spot, and there was nothing her **** could do but take every second.

Finally, after longer than Mazikeen could comprehend, Eve’s nails left her tingling feet.

Mazikeen gasped for breath. she could still feel the sensation of her nails on her soles, but relief was swift. she sucked in air, her aching chest heaving in her restraints.

Out of her sight line, Eve shifted. She moved to her upper body again, and once again, she straddled her backwards. When Eve put her sexy ass in Mazikeen’s face again, she could see her pussy literally gushing with arousal. she knew she could eat that pussy forever, if she let her.

Eve teased Mazikeen with her ass while she caught her breath. Once again, she imagined having her spanked for tickling her so bad. One of these days, Mazikeen desperately wanted to tie up her mistress and punish her for all the **** she had subjected her to over these last months. Maybe a day of paddling and tickling on her sexy, tight body would teach her a lesson. The thought made Mazikeen drip even more.

But the feeling of Eve’s nails on her once more reminded her who was really in charge. she felt the slow, sensual stroke of her nails up her inner thighs again. Then, she felt the faint flick of her finger over the tip of her pussy.

“Poor thing,” Eve teased, gently touching the vibrating ring that had been tormenting Mazikeen’s pussy head for the last several hours. “This special ring has really wrecked you, huh? Let’s take it off for now.”

Mazikeen felt the gentle brush of Eve’s nail as she flipped the pussy ring off and then slid it free. It was a relief, but Mazikeen realized she missed the sensation. Without the constant vibing ****, her pussy was simply aching in her pussy ring.

“You’ve been dripping for hours now,” Eve said softly. Mazikeen felt her run the very edge of her nail against the hypersensitive clit, and she shuddered. “I bet you really want to cum.”

“Please mistress,” Mazikeen begged breathlessly. her body was trembling. she knew she had to beg for more punishment in order to escape even worse ****. But she was so **** for attention on her pussy.

“That pussy ring is so tight on you,” Eve continued. “You have such a ticklish clitty. I bought one a little too small, just to make it worse for you.”

Mazikeen’s eyes rolled back. Being complimented and teased in the same sentence was driving her crazy. she could feel her pussy dripping endlessly, **** to cum, her lips held so firmly by the pussy ring. she was breathing heavy, almost hyperventilating. she needed attention soon or she would explode.

But Eve just continued to tease her. Mazikeen felt her cruel fingers lightly dancing around the ring, then patting down her lips. She pressed her nails gently to her redness and tickled just slightly, but it was enough to make her cry out. Tiny shocks traveled through Mazikeen’s pussy from the tickling fingers.

“If I was a nice girl, I’d suck this pussy so hard right now,” Eve said softly, letting her tickly nails trail across Mazikeen’s full red parts and gently against her entrance. Despite her best efforts, Mazikeen began to giggle again.

“Or I’d fuck you right now,” Eve continued. “I’d strap you in your tight pussy and ride you like a sex toy. Or maybe I’d fuck you with my tits and let you cum on my face. Or maybe I would drill those round cheeks for a while”

With each tease, Eve tickled a little more. Mazikeen was unraveling. The tickling and teasing were doing her in. she could feel her strength slipping away. she needed to cum, or else she may lose her mind.

“But I’m not a nice girl,” Eve said finally. “I’m your Tickler. And I know what your pussy really needs.”

Mazikeen felt her heart sink. she was tempted to beg for mercy as Eve settled into position, but she knew it would earn her another round on her feet. Instead, she bit her lip and waited for the **** to come.

Sure enough, Eve pressed her nails against her aching pussy and began to tickle. Instantly, Mazikeen was straining against the pussy ring. Laughter rang out of her mouth before she could stop it. The feeling was intense, and stars swirled before her eyes again. The ticklish sensations traveled up her pussy to her tip and then down to her lips, redness and entrance, making her feel helpless and **** to cum.

Of all her ticklish spots, Mazikeen’s shaved pussy was the place where Eve was most skilled. Her nails knew instinctively where to tickle. They danced from spot to spot on her exposed mound. They tormented her sensitive clit, tickling around the lips and under every ridge. Then they traveled down to her entrance, where they tickled and massaged without mercy before she went after her red parts.

Mazikeen could feel the cum pouring out of her pussy, leaking against her will, but she still couldn’t cum. The tickling wasn’t enough. Eve was ruining her orgasm in the most torturous way, milking her without actually allowing her pleasure. she began to cry again, lost in ticklish ecstasy and completely **** for relief. But Eve could not care less.

The evil girl tickled and tickled her wet pussy. She lost track of time, as did Maze. Her nails settled into a pattern of tickling ****, half entering her, half torturing her, keeping her victim dripping like a faucet.

Mazikeen strained against her bondage but couldn’t move even a muscle. she was weak, so pitifully weak from the intense tickling. Eve had broken her this time. She had tortured her with erotic tickles until she turned to mush. she could do nothing but laugh and suffer as she continued her tickle edging. Mazikeen tried to resist the ticklish ****, but it was hopeless.

Eve once again seemed to read her mind. She tickled a bit harder, letting her nails truly torment her most sensitive spots, and whispered, “Feel it. I know this tickles.”

Mazikeen began to tremble. she couldn’t bear to listen to her, yet she had no way to cover her ears. she knew her taunts would ruin her. But she was so helpless, so defenseless against her ****.

“Feel how much this tickles,” Eve teased. Her nails glided over her wet pussy with deadly accuracy. She was so good at this. There was no spot hidden from her, no area on her aching womanhood that could be protected from her ticklish touch.

“Focus on the tickling.” Mazikeen’s mind drifted as Eve tickled her to hysterics. she had never been this horny and **** before. her entire body ached with the need to orgasm, but the tiny ring around her pussy made it impossible. she was in agony, her mind completely consumed with her ticklish touch.

“I know this tickles so much.” Mazikeen wished Eve had simply assaulted her feet with brushes, like she’d done in the past. This slow, erotic **** was so much worse. she would have begged for mercy and accepted the punishment if she could form words. But the sensual tickles had bent her brain, and she couldn’t speak. she could barely cry. The sounds that escaped her open mouth were somewhere between a **** laugh and a deep, guttural moan.

“You are mine.” Eve ran her nails around the sensitive nerves on the tip of her pussy, tickling with truly sadistic strokes. Mazikeen wept. It was too intense. How could she stand another second? Yet her ruthless mistress just kept tickling…and tickling…and tickling…

Mazikeen was so lost in the tickles that she could barely comprehend the sensation when Eve’s tight, dripping pussy slid against her wet pussy. The intense pleasure made her yelp, and her eyes opened wide, frantically trying to understand. At some point during her ****, Eve had climbed onto her pussy and had lowered her tiny pussy onto her. Her nails had traveled up to her mound, where they tickled around her pussy ring.

With Mazikeen still bound in the ring, Eve began to fuck her. Her nails tickled her **** mound while she rode her hard pussy like a sex toy. Mazikeen couldn’t believe how wet she was. The pleasure was overwhelming, completely consuming her senses even as she continued to tickle her mound.

It didn’t take long for Eve to cum hard on Mazikeen’s pussy. With a scream, the sexy girl on her lap doubled over, riding her frantically while her body shuddered with orgasm. Mazikeen’s eyes rolled back. she was right on the edge, but the ring was making it impossible for her to cum. she watched helplessly as Eve’s ass bounced up and down on her lap, her tight pussy grinding against her pussy over and over again.

She kept fucking her even as her orgasm subsided. She wasn’t done with her yet. Instead, she focused on tickling her ass while her soaked pussy terrorized Maze’s own pussy.

Mazikeen struggled to breathe. she had never felt pleasure like this before. her mind was melting into a puddle, her muscles completely weakened from straining against her bondage. she knew she was her sexy toy now, just a hard pussy tied to her table for her enjoyment.

Eve must have known she had broken her ****. She leaned back, locking eyes with her victim, her breasts bouncing out of her lingerie as she fucked her. Her long hair fell down her back and tickled her tummy lightly. Her ass bounced on her and her sexy high-heeled feet rested on her chest, her painted toes curling with pleasure. Mazikeen saw her lingerie bunched around her waist; her thong was pulled out of the way so she could grind hard in her pussy.

With her eyes locked on her, Eve found the pussy ring around Mazikeen’s lips. With a tiny pinch, she pulled it free. She raised her wet pussy and pulled the clamps off, then lowered herself onto her again, her tight **** wrapping her in an embrace of pure ecstasy.

Mazikeen came instantly. The pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, knocking the air clean out of her lungs. she gasped, but she had forgotten how to breathe. her pussy exploded with cum, the orgasm ripping through her body with complete abandon. she filled Eve’s tiny pussy until she dripped. she shattered, surrendering herself to her orgasm even as Eve resumed tickling her lips.

But one was not enough. Mazikeen’s pussy was so full, she simply continued to squirt as Eve fucked and tickled her. Her nails worked her balls with maddening torment, tickling the cum from her against her will. She tickle-fucked her to a second orgasm, then a third, within 60 seconds. Her pussy ground against her pussy while her nails punished her endlessly.

There was nothing Mazikeen could do but cry out as her orgasms were **** from her tortured pussy. she lay there helplessly, a tickle toy being fucked to **** by a cruel mistress. she had never cum so hard in her life, and she was exhausted. Still, the orgasms swept over her, one after another, like the waves on an ocean with no end.

Eve came again too, her body shaking with pleasure on top of her. She tried to keep tickling, but the pleasure was too intense. She gripped Mazikeen’s thighs and fucked her hard as the pleasure overtook her body. her pussy filled her to the brim, her clit rubbing continuously against Maze’s like the most passionate tonguing until orgasm was inescapable.

The sight of Eve orgasming made Mazikeen cum again. The two were trapped in an erotic prison, unable to stop cumming from the intense pleasure of Mazikeen’s ****. Eve began to lightly tickle her thighs, and Mazikeen giggled softly through her moans. her vision went white with pleasure and her head spun. she could think of nothing else but the sweet release of her orgasms.

As Eve finished, she collapsed on her tickle toy, her hair splaying out across her chest. She released her pussy from her tight pussy and it fell to the side, completely spent and dripping with pussy juices. Eve’s lips found Mazikeen’s nipple and she softly nibbled, giving her a ticklish sensation on her large breast. Mazikeen smiled and moaned, her mind lost.

The poor girl didn’t know what planet she was on. she couldn’t remember her name. she had been broken with tickling and orgasms, her body abused to the absolute edge of her sanity. she struggled to catch her breath. she thought she might pass out if it weren’t for the soft tease of Eve’s lips on her nipple.

Neither Eve nor Mazikeen could move for the next hour. They lay together in the dim light of Eve’s **** room. Mazikeen remained bound, her ticklish spots still completely exposed. Even after the hours of intense ****, she was still helpless and on display. she was completely at Eve’s mercy, and the other devices in the room reminded her of her fate.

As Mazikeen caught her breath, she knew that this would not be the last torment session she received. she may even be tickled more tonight. Eve had quite a collection; at least twenty different devices and chairs filled her garage. Chains hung from the ceiling above her. Stocks waited for her feet, hairbrushes and oil placed off to the side. A bench made for spanking and ass tickling was just a few feet away. If Eve wanted, she could bind her to another device and continue her ****.

But luckily for Mazikeen, her girlfriend was spent. Her body had been wrecked with orgasms as well. This was by far the best tickling she had ever inflicted on her ****. Her hands were tired from tickling for so many hours. Her pussy ached after so many orgasms.

And so the two simply laid together, the mistress resting on top of her ****, and recovered. Sleep eventually crept into Mazikeen’s eyes. Eve wrapped her thin arms around her woman’s waist and cuddled her close as they drifted off to sleep. Both knew that the tickling would continue in the morning. But for now, they were simply lovers resting together, satisfied and deeply, sweetly in love.

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A Woman’s Evil New Side-Hustle (F/F, tricked, bondage, extorted)

• Start dateMar 22, 2023

parpignollord

Synopsis: A typical suburban woman discovers her devilish tickling technique could be a way to make some extra cash.

Jodi was a natural tickler. Always had been. Whether it was friends, family, or even strangers, if Jodi ever spotted a bare arm, tummy, or foot, she was determined to tickle it. She loved the sound of laughter, the way it made people squirm, and the feeling of power she got from making someone laugh uncontrollably.

She was 35 and had been married to her wife Wanda for nearly 10 years. She was about 5’9” with auburn hair. Jodi typically dressed casually as was appropriate for her suburban life. Jodi and her wife Wanda had talked about having kids, but neither made it a priority. They both appreciated the freedom of living as just the two of them.

One day Jodi had just arrived home from work when she heard the familiar sound of her wife Wanda tinkering around under the kitchen sink. She walked over to see what she was up to and found her legs sticking out from under the cabinet. Jodi realized that Wanda hadn’t heard her enter the house or kitchen.

Without hesitation, Jodi decided to have some fun. She playfully sat on Wanda's legs, making sure she was truly stuck under the sink. She could hear her commenting on her antics, but she couldn't do much else with her legs pinned in place.

“Jodi? Is that you? Wh-what are you doing? Jodi, why are you sitting on my legs?”

Feeling mischievous, Jodi decided to take things a step further. She removed Wanda's shoes and socks, exposing her bare feet to her eager fingers.

She began to tickle her toes, making her squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

“Jodi, no! Jodi stop! No Jodi, nohahahaha-hahaHAhahaHAHAHAHA…”

Wanda was thoroughly lodged under the sink and couldn’t escape even if she wasn’t in hysterics.

“Please nohohohahahaHAHAHAHA, please no Jodi, I caahaHAHAHAHAHA”

Wanda begged for mercy, but Jodi continued her tickling ****, enjoying the sound of her laughter filling the kitchen.

Being the fiendish tickler she was, Jodi had a particularly effective technique when it came to tickling feet. Instead of mindless scribbling on the bottom of Wanda’s soles, she gently glided her sharp nails in a line across key tickle spots. This expert technique was extremely effective and immediately sent Wanda into a frenzy. she was really losing her mind.

Finally, after about 15 minutes of tickling, Jodi relented. She stood up and allowed Wanda to catch her breath.

As Wanda pulled herself out from under the sink, she gave Jodi an angry glare.

"Jesus Christ, Jodi! That’s f*cking ****."

Jodi couldn’t help but laugh at how furious Wanda had become.

“What? It’s just tickling” laughed Jodi.

“You don’t just tickle like normal, okay? The way you do it is evil. Like it could be a **** method, you could make someone give up any information.”

Jodi laughed even harder and wiggled her fingers.

“I’m serious, Jodi. Don’t ever do that again.”

Jodi smiled knowing that she would, in fact, tickle her the next opportunity she had, but something else she said stayed with her:

‘...it could be a **** method, you could make someone give up any information.’

Was it true? She knew she had been an avid tickler her whole life and had gotten pretty good at it. But was she so good that she could actually interrogate someone and extract information? Wanda seemed pretty serious.

Over the next several days the notion rolled around in her brain until one day something clicked. She had to find out.

Jodi went online and discovered a sexy novelty shop in the next town over that sold a variety of adult toys and accessories. Her heart raced as she perused the website. She knew a plan was beginning to take shape.

That weekend Wanda was out of town for a conference, so she knew it would be the right time to attempt her plan. Jamie snuck out of the house and drove to the sexy novelty shop. She felt a bit nervous as she browsed the shelves, but eventually, she mustered up the courage to approach the counter and purchase her items; rope, a blond wig, a blindfold, and a red ball gag.

As she walked back to her car, Jodi's heart was pounding with anticipation.

The Hotel Bar

Jodi entered the bar of the luxury downtown lesbian hotel in disguise. With her tight cocktail dress and blonde hair, she had become “Alexandra.”

Jodi made her way to the bar and took a seat in the corner with her drink. She scanned the room, looking for potential marks. There were a few gals who caught her eye, but she needed to find the most ticklish woman in the bar.

She decided to take her plan to the next level. Jodi decided to walk through the crowd and pretend to accidentally poke each of the other girls in the bar. That way she could discover who was the most ticklish.

Jodi made her way through poking the various women she walked past.

“Oops, sorry. Excuse me…” she uttered, playing it off like an accident.

A couple of girls jumped a bit, but she hadn’t discovered any truly hyper ticklish targets. That was until Nelly.

She was standing alone at the end of the bar, nursing a beer. she had long brown hair and a nose ring. Maggie couldn't see her face, but something about her intrigued her. She made her way over to her and gave a sly poke.

“YeaAACK” she shouted. Nearly spilling her drink.

Jodi had found her target.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, trying to hide her grin. "I'm just so clumsy."

"It's okay," Nelly said, smiling. "I'm just ticklish."

"What are you doing standing here all alone?"

The woman looked up at her and her heart skipped a beat. Jodi had the bluest eyes she had ever seen and a dimpled smile that made her knees weak.

"I'm Alexandra," she said, extending her hand.

"I'm Nelly," she replied, shaking her hand.

Nelly and Jodi found a table and talked for about 20 minutes. Nelly shared that she had recently become quite successful after some investments really took off, but hadn’t dated in a long time and were easing back into it. Alexandra listened intently, earning her trust.

After learning about her, ‘Alexandra’ learned and whispered in her ear.

“I think it might be a good idea for you to get us a hotel room.”

Nelly went pale and nodded. As she left to go buy a room, Alexandra double-checked her back to make sure she had all the tools she would require.

Nelly grinned as she returned with a room key.

“Room 327, let’s go!”

She took her hand not believing her luck. As they walked out of the bar, Maggie knew she had found the most ticklish girl she had ever seen.

The Hotel Room

Jodi had finished securing the final knot leaving Nelly tied spread eagle to the bed in her underwear.

“You ever been tied up?”

“Uh yeah, just not this tight before”

Jodi laughed.

She reached back into her bag and removed the large black blindfold.

“Here we go,” she said and she slipped the blindfold over Nelly’s eyes.

She couldn’t see anything.

“Oh wow, this is going to be wild.”

“Open wide lovergirl”

She wasn’t sure what Jodi had in mind, but Nelly dutifully opened her mouth.

Immediately, Jodi shoved the ball gag into her mouth and strapped it tightly behind her head.

Surprised, Nelly began to grunt behind the gag.

"Okay, here's what's going on. I'm going to need you to tell me all your banking info. That means, usernames, passwords, account numbers, and PINs. All of it.”

She shook her head no.

"To be honest, I was actually hoping that would be the case," said Jodi with a sadistic grin.

Nelly went pale. she felt beads of nervous sweat emerge on her forehead.

Jodi walked around the edge of the bed, lightly dragging a freshly manicured nail along her body. From her chest, down across her stomach, then down her leg, up the other leg, and back up the other side. This ticklish tracing sent Nelly into a frenzy.

Jodi had a sinister grin. Nelly was exactly what she needed. she had no understanding of what she was in for.

She lightly grazed her bare sole. Nelly emits a muffled yelp into the ball gag.

“mmMMMPHG!”

‘This is going to be fun’ Jodi thought.

She began her tickle **** technique: lightly gliding her sharp nails in a line up and down and across Nelly’s soles.

Nelly gasped. she had never experienced a sensation like this before. she pulled with all her might on her bonds and screamed into the gag.

“Mmmmmph! Mmphg! Mmphg! MmmMMMMMMMMPHG!!!”

The fetish-grade gag effectively contained her screams.

Nelly tried and tried to buck Jodi away and break through the knots. But alas the rope held strong, forcing Nelly to endure Jodi’s ****.

Jodi was having the time of her life. Never before had she had a woman this **** in her clutches. She continued to run her nails up and down, up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Gently, and expertly, Jodi tormented Nelly’s most ticklish spots.

In a fleeting moment of mental clarity, Nelly pleaded to God how long would this go on?

Broken

Three hours later, Nelly was broken. Jodi had mercilessly explored her body from head to toe, cruelly exploiting her most ticklish spots. Nelly would do anything to stop the ****.

Finally, Jodi stood up from her position at her feet. She let her rest for about 30 seconds in anxious anticipation dreading that Jodi would begin the tickling once again.

Jodi leaned down to Nelly's ear and whispered,

“Okay, Nelly. You have a choice to make. You can either give me the information I asked for and we end our night together right now. Or if you refuse I will tickle you ALL NIGHT. Until the sun comes up.”

Nelly had lost any awareness of what time it was, but she knew from her ruthlessness that it could be hours. she had intended on providing her with the information after the first hour of tickling anyway, but the possibility that it could continue even longer gave her chills. she could not take any more ticking. she simply couldn’t.

“Let’s try this again. Will you provide me with all your banking information? Passwords, account numbers, PINs, ALL of it?”

Nelly enthusiastically nodded her head yes.

Jodi was thrilled. Her hypothesis was true. Jodi was a ****-grade tickler.

“All right, Nelly. I’m going to ungag you so you can tell me the information. You will tell me your banking information and NOTHING ELSE. If you DARE try to scream or call for help the gag goes RIGHT BACK and I tickle **** you all night. Understood?”

Nelly was docile and nodded her head ‘yes’ in compliance.

Jodi pulled the ball gag from her mouth. Nelly was still panting from the ordeal. Finally, she pulled her blindfold up to reveal her face. Jodi grinned sadistically above her.

Nelly revealed everything. her bank account numbers, login information, all of it. Jodi excitedly wrote down everything.

“Excellent, Nelly. For following my instructions I’m going to give you some water.”

Jodi walked over to the mall fridge and pulled out two bottles of water and a bag of candy.

“Ugh, not the minibar…” Nelly said softly. She was already about to drain her bank accounts, the least she could do was spare her the hotel upcharge.

“What was that, Nelly?!” barked Jodi.

Nelly laid her head back in defeat and kept quiet.

Jody sat on the bed next to Nelly’s head. She opened one of the $12 bottles of water and carefully helped her drink. Nelly gulped and gulped, still just happy to be free of the tickle ****.

After Nelly finished the bottle, Jodi set it aside.

“Now I’m going to verify this info to make sure you aren’t lying. If ONE character is wrong or I have any problems accessing your accounts, you are in for a long night. Understood?”

Jodi sat at the desk, logged into her laptop, opened a bottle of water and candy from the minibar, and got to work. She used all the information provided by Nelly and gained access to her accounts. Jodi was able to play around with her checking, savings, and investment accounts. As Jodi took control of her finances and ate candy, Nelly simply laid back, praying that she wouldn’t resume the tickling.

After a couple of minutes, Jodi shut her computer, set it back in her bag, and stood up.

Jodi walked back toward the bed and gave Nelly’s foot a scrape from heel to toe. she muffled her gasp and Jodi playfully shushed her as a reminder of what would happen if she made a sound.

Nelly watched her in terror.

“I couldn’t resist” laughed Jodi.

She picked up Nelly’s pants and fished her wallet out of her back pocket. she watched as she plucked her debit ATM card out. Jodi wore an evil smile. Nelly quietly groaned. She dropped her pants and wallet on the ground.

“Well, Nelly, I had an incredible time tonight. I hope you did too.” she giggled.

Nelly frowned.

Jodi snapped her fingers.

“Oops, I almost forgot.”

Jodi replaced the blindfold over Nelly’s eyes. she couldn’t see anything. Jodi opened her bag and retrieved a tube of lipstick. She then straddled Nelly on the bed once more.

Terrified that the ticklish **** might begin again, Nelly flinched. she kept silent, knowing what was best for her.

Jodi opened the lipstick and began writing on Nelly’s stomach. The sensation made her jerk, but she knew not to make any noise and upset ‘Alexandra.’ In large letters, she spelled out “Tickle Me!” Nelly couldn’t read what she wrote but she knew it could not be good.

“One more finishing touch,” said Jodi with a wink. She retrieved a pair of scissors from her bag and snipped away Nelly’s bra & underwear. She cast the shredded fabric aside leaving Nelly completely naked.

Nelly blushed. she wasn’t sure how much more humiliation she could take.

“Good news, Nelly. I’m not going to gag you. That means you have a choice. You can try to shout for help and alert the whole hotel to your situation or rest here quietly until housekeeping discreetly finds you in the morning. Do as you wish.”

Nelly groaned at her choices.

Jodi bent down once more and placed her hand gently on Nelly’s chest. She fluttered her eyelashes inches away from her face.

“I had a lovely evening Nelly. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”

Jodi set the ballgag next to Nelly’s head on the pillow. She turned the light switch off and shut the door behind her, leaving Nelly alone, completely nude, and tied spread eagle to the bed in the dark.

Jodi quietly giggled.

Jodi strutted through the lobby, proud of her well-executed plan. She felt Nelly’s card in her bag, confident that she had really pulled it off.

As she headed through the doors she spotted a group of rowdy party girls at the bar. There were around 6 of them, wearing animal prints and cut-out dresses. They were all standing around in bare feet, carrying their extra high heels. Jodi couldn’t help but overhear them talking about being ejected from a nightclub for their disorderly conduct. Jodi made her way over to them.

She approached one young woman wearing a low-cut red dress and handed her the room key.

“Here you are, ladies. There’s a hot chick in room 327 ready to make your deepest fantasies a reality.”

Jodi walked away. She heard the girls begin to celebrate loudly and rush towards the elevator, heels clacking in hand. Jodi couldn’t help but chuckle.

Epilogue

Jodi selected “No” when prompted by the ATM if she would like a receipt. She collected her $3,000 and went on her way.

She had not drained Nelly’s accounts, but she knew her little withdrawal would be something Nelly could always remember her by.

Finally she removed her blonde wig and tossed it into a trash can as walked past.

Jodi pulled out her scissors once more and shredded Nelly’s ATM card. As she reflected on a night well spent she knew one thing was for certain. This was the first of many such nights.

Last edited: Mar 22, 2023

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The Ghost and Ms. Muir F/f, adult

• Thread starterNightFeather

• Start dateFeb 10, 2025

NightFeather

THE GHOST AND MS. MUIR

Gretel sat at the dinner table eating the meal her mother had prepared while listening to her father tell another boring work story. She was struggling to look like she was paying attention, eyes darting around the room, when she felt it, a feather running across the sole of her foot. The soft touch was accompanied by a ticklish sensation.

The urge to laugh wasn’t too strong, so Gretel was able to stifle an involuntary giggle. she instinctively moved her foot from side to side, but knew it would do no good. Looking down, she could see an ephemeral hand coming through the floor, fingers passing through the leather on the bottom of her shoe.

“So Jenkins sent form 809b instead of 809c,” her father was saying, “As you can imagine, that didn’t make accounting very happy!” At that moment, a second tickling caress on her other foot. A quick giggle escaped her lips. Fortunately, her Dad thought she was laughing at her joke. she granted Simone a rare smile.

The meal again descended into quiet as all three of them went back to their meal. A second light, brushing sensation hit each of her feet. Gretel **** down another giggle, clenching her jaw. her feet moved more now, up and down and side to side, trying to avoid the translucent hands. It didn’t do much to lessen the sensation.

“Gretel dear, please sit still. There is no excuse for poor table manners,” her mother said, her New England accent apparent with every word.

Gretel tried to **** her legs to remain motionless as the tickling continued to build. she wasn’t terribly feather ticklish, but their persistence was starting to break her resolve. Gretel tried to keep her lips pressed together, but a couple of high pitched squeals managed to escape. her mother immediately fixed her gaze on her.

“Did you find that funny? I know you are eighteen and technically an adult,” she snapped, “But you will continue to respect your parents as long as you live here!”

She was actually nineteen and normally Gretel would have reminded her mother of that angrily. Right then, however, she didn't think she could talk without breaking into a string of giggles. Instead, she just nodded her head while her hand clenched her fork in a **** grip. she knew she had to remain in control. But it was so hard!

It seemed like both her soles were now covered in that light, feathery soft touch, moving back and forth from heel to the balls of her feet. Simone closed her eyes now even as tears started whelming up in them. she looked down to see both ephemeral hands hard at work, all five fingers penetrating her shoe leather to continue their attack.

“Answer your mother,” her father said, a firm look on her face.

Unfortunately for Gretel, her tickler was waiting for that moment before launching her true attack. As Gretel, with no other real choice, tried to speak. the feathers shifted and attacked her toes. The downy softness slid over the pads, down the stems and slipping in between. she broke into a stream of giggles.

“He ehehehehnrrggg heheh sohohorryyyy h eheh ehe eheh I dididdntt she e ehehe mehehenn heheh tuhuhu beheheheh dihhiissrespectful eh ehehhehe…”

“Gretel, neither your father nor I are amused. Take your plate and finish eating in your room. No matter what your age, you are acting like a child, and neither of us wish to see it.”

With that pronouncement, the tickling stopped. As she stood, Gretel saw the translucent hands slide back into the floor. she picked up her food and, without another word, walked upstairs into her bedroom.

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Gretel was at her desk reading through her history textbook, her empty dinner plate pushed off to one side, when she came. Through the wall came the image of a woman, as translucent as her hands. She was wearing a simple dress with a long, pleated skirt that almost went down to the floor. Her hair was in a tight bun, and there was a disapproving look in her eyes.

“Gretel,” she said in a prim and proper voice, “I still cannot believe that a lady of your years is still in school. In my time, you would have started your family and most had several children. It does seem like a tremendous waste of time.”

The woman that appeared had a faint green glow as she floated about a foot above the ground. She looked to be in her mid twenties and did appear to be somewhat attractive, with auburn hair and fine features. Her dress, however, hairstyle and lack of makeup gave her a severe appearance. The expression on her face, haughty and unyielding, did not help, either.

“Well, Sarah, I was sick a lot during kindergarten and they decided to have me repeat the year. Normally when you’re nineteen you would either be in college or done with school. I’m just lucky I guess, getting to still live at home at my age.” The sarcasm was practically dripping.

She had first seen the ghost almost five years ago when her family had first moved into the house. She was dressed exactly as she was now, like a woman out of the 19th century. Her speech as well sounded like it was from the past, though it was peppered with expressions and syntax she had evidently picked up in the decades since her ****.

“You know I find it improper for you to call an older, married woman by her first name,” Sarah sniffed, “You should address me as Mrs. Parker, and do so with much more respect than you currently do. With all that education **** upon you, you would think that good manners would be a part of the curriculum.”

Of course Sarah had freaked Gretel out when she first appeared. she told her mother immediately. When she was skeptical, she had begged and begged her parents to believe her. However her mother was a practical woman. When the ghost never appeared to her or father, she deemed it all foolishness and punished her. Gretel had quickly decided that mentioning Sarah to her mother again would be pointless.

“Just how old are you,” Gretel snapped, “You don’t look much older than me, so I don’t see why I need to offer you any respect.” she honestly wished to find a way to make the pesting poltergeist go away. Unlike the ones in the movies, she was neither frightening nor comical, just annoying.

“You should know a lady never confesses her true age. Even if you were correct, however, you would still not be considering the decades I have spent since I shuffled off this mortal coil. That more than makes me your senior. Now, if we have exchanged sufficient banter, I have a request to make of you.’

A request? Gretel was confused. For most of her time living in the house, Sarah had simply just been there, appearing at random. Often she would ignore her, occasionally posing a question or scolding her for some action she felt was improper. It was more like having a second mother than anything else. She certainly had never seemed to want anything from her. If anything, Sarah had acted like she was beneath her.

Things had started to change on her eighteenth birthday. It was then that she had started tickling her, like she had done at dinner. She offered no explanation for her actions or even acknowledged it had happened the next day. There was certainly no playfulness connected to the strange actions.

“What do you want, exactly?” Gretel asked, turning in her chair to face the ghost. Her face as usual was a stoic mask, but she thought she could feel a **** in her, as if she didn’t want to say the next words.

“I need you to befoul yourself through an act of self gratification,” she said with icy cold words, “Or to use a crude expression from your times, to flick your bean.”

Gretel could only stare at Sarah, completely amazed by her words. she undoubtedly would have done a spit take if she had a mouth full of liquid. The request from anyone would have been absurd and insulting, but from this prim, straight-laced woman from the past, it was unimaginable. It was like hearing your grandmother go on a ten minute swearing streak with plenty of F-bombs and worse.

“It is not that I would enjoy seeing this,” Sarah said curtly, “To remain on this side of the curtain and maintain this form, I need to obtain life energy. This energy is most commonly generated by sexual acts, as new life stems from such deeds. It is for this reason I have been waiting for you to achieve adulthood. You certainly now have the years even if your lifestyle leaves something to be desired. Alas, I can wait no longer, and as you seem unlikely to bring home a husband anytime soon, this must suffice.”

“Hardly the proper actions of a married lady, don’t you think?” she had no intention of masturbating for her, but was growing concerned as to what she might do if she refused.

“It is not something I look forward to, but we all bow to necessity,” she answered, “Besides, as you say, I am not some blushing maiden. I also know what unmarried women do when they cannot find a willing gentleman. Now please begin, and can we both get on with our evening.”

While Gretel had nothing against masturbation, having done it since she was first able, the thought of doing it while Sarah watched was too humiliating to consider. Not to mention, the idea of being drained of life energy sounded both dangerous and terrifying, like something from a bad horror movie.

In all her dealings with Sarah, however, she had learned that she had little respect for emotional outbursts. They were not a good method of communicating with the specter. You had to be passionless and restrained to get her to listen. Probably a symptom of growing up so long ago. It meant she had to deal with her in a very specific way.

“I’m afraid not,” Gretel said after her initial shock had disappeared, trying to mimic Sarah’s formal tone despite the insanity of her request, “I have a history test tomorrow and I need to focus on my studies. Could you leave please so I can concentrate?”

“Oh bother,” Sarah said, floating over to her, “I guess we will have to do this the hard way.” With that, she reached out with both hands and began tickling Gretel

Sarah’s ghostly hands phased through the bottom of Gretel’s chair, the seat of her shorts and her g-strings to make contact with her soft buttocks. As they had on her feet, her insubstantial fingers felt more like feathers than flesh, sending the sensation a thousand ants scurrying across her backside.

“YEEEEKK! Whwhahahatt ah ahahahah ahaha whahahahttt ahahahah theheheheh hehehehllll ah ahahahah!” Gretel shrieked like a child on the playground, bounced up and tried to turn around to face her assailant.

“I’m afraid Gretel that I cannot take ‘No’ for an answer for this. Again, necessity is the master of us all,” Sarah said, moving around to be again behind Gretel, “Luckily, I am prepared. Why do you think I’ve been tickling you for the last year? I had to practice my technique.”

Gretel spun around, like a dog chasing its tail, trying to get away from Sarah’s fingers. Being a ghost, however, she could easily float behind her, fingers never leaving their target. They caressed her glutes, moving from down by her thighs to near her upper back.

“Stawwppp ah ahahahah ahahahah stawwppp ahahah thahahahtt, yuhuhuhu hahahah bihihittchch aha ahahahahah” Gretel’s laugh was high pitched, more like a woman’s than a man’s. It was a steady stream of giggles, not at all like the sputtering, muffled titters she had released downstairs.

“You know you will pay for that insult, knave”, Sarah said. She kept on hand tickling her butt cheeks, while the other moved to her crack. Her downy soft fingertip slid up and down the crevice, stroking the place where the sun did not shine.

That was too much for the ticklish lady. Being driven into a state of hysteria, Gretel gave another shriek and started to move away from the ghost, not concerned at all with where she was going. Again, Sarah had no issue keeping pace with her, never trailing.

Gretel reached the door, laughing harder and harder, prepared to run out into the hallway, focused on nothing more than escape. In her distress, she forgot that she had locked it. Even as the feathers kept dancing over her skin Gretel tried to work the door lock. With her coordination slipping by the minute, she couldn’t quite work the lock, trapping her inside.

“Now, now, if you go out there, you’ll only summon your parents. We don’t want that, do we? I doubt they’d understand.” Her index finger swirled around Gretel’s puckered anus, dancing over that delicate part of Gretel’s body. With a bellow, her knees grew weak and she collapsed to the ground.

“H AHA AHAHAHAHAH PLEHEEHEHEHEHSSEEEE H AHAHAHAH PLEEASEEE HAHAHAH SAHAHAHRRAHAHAHAHH AHAHAHHAHA STAWWHAHAHWWPP AH AHAHAHAH!!” Gretel’s laughter filled the bedroom, and she felt her strength start to fade away.

At that point Gretel may not have minded her parents bursting in despite the possible consequences. Unfortunately, there was little chance of them hearing. When they bought the house, Gretel’s parents added a new master suite on the first floor. Gretel’s room was on the second floor on the other side of the building.

Gretel rolled around as if on fire, fully hysterical, until ended up on her stomach. Barely able to think, she started crawling away from Sarah like a soldier going under barbed wire on the obstacle course. It didn’t stop the feather fingers on her ass or lessen it in any way. she only made it a few feet until her arms gave out and she was lying flat on the floor.

“I do regret this, Gretel. It would have been better if you had simply shown your elder some respect and complied,” Sarah said, shaking her head, “In my time we said that to spare the rod is to spoil the child. Well, you are no girl and I am not capable of holding a rod, so this will have to suffice. Hopefully, you will learn your lesson.”

Fingers never stopping to slide delicately over Gretel’s posterior, Sarah started sinking into the floorboards. Soon, she was only visible from the waist up. This put her closer to Gretel’s ass, lessening the need for her to reach down. It also allowed her to do something positively wicked.

Gretel was overwhelmed by laughter, sweat running down her beat red face. her laughter now sounded nothing like it had downstairs. It was loud and piercing and a bit out of control. Gretel pounded the floor with the palm of one hand, trying somehow to withstand the ticklish ****. What was coming next would push her over the edge.

Without warning, Gretel felt a light touch on her pussy lips. The new sensation ran through her like lightning, slamming into her mind like a sledgehammer. Combined with the stroking on her buttocks, the tickling was now pure ****. she started cackling and howling, her laughter now bordering on insanity.

“YA AHAHAHHAH AHAHAHAH N N HA AHA YAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHNNNNN HA AHAHAHAHAHA MEHEEHEHEHRRCCYYYY AHA AHAHAHA AHAH CAAHAHAHNNTTT HA AHAHAHA NOHOHOOOHOO MOHOHORREEEE H AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!”

Beneath the floor unseen, Sarah’s leg bent in a way no corporeal being’s limbs could bend. Her large toe had penetrated her pants and now lightly slid over Gretel’s lips. It was a silky whisper on her mound, making them leak with each pass. It was pure ticklish agony, and her resistance started to break with every swipe.

“That’s it, Gretel, laugh for your superior. You never had a chance of defying me. I have been subduing young women before your great grandfather was born, and you might be the weakest of all of them. Gootchie, gootchie goo, Gretel! In my time, that’s what we would say to babies, but as you have barely put up more of a struggle than they, those words still seem appropriate.”

Gretel was barely aware of Sarah’s words anymore. The phantom woman’s foot twisted slightly, and her other toes found Gretel’s taint. They started wiggling over the bit of flesh, a new sensation added to her ****. Tickled on both ass and privates, she cackled louder and louder. A touch of insanity started growing in her bellows. With the little strength she had, Gretel kicked her legs like a child throwing a tantrum.

“I am sorry you do have to suffer so much,” Sarah said, “Perhaps this will make up for my cruelty, or at least make sure it ends more quickly.”

Playing her last card, Sarah’s other foot found Gretel’s entrance. Toes now traveled up and down its length. Unlike her other tortured body parts, being feathered there brought out conflicting sensations. It tickled, sure, but it also sent waves of pleasure washing over her. her insane cackles began to be interspersed with moans and groans.

Sarah kept her in that state of what seemed an eternity, laughing like a madwoman while becoming more and more excited. Two hands and two feet were more than enough to devastate the young woman. Even as she tickled, however, Sarah paid careful attention to her laughter. Decades of practice had taught her when her hysteria would reach its peak, the point after which further torments would be counterproductive.

She could also feel her sexual need in her lips through her toes. As she stroked, it grew wetter and pulsated more and more. Sarah wasn’t worried about her finishing early. Her toes were not substantial enough to stimulate her to that point. If anything, the sexual contact that could not end in climax became yet another torment for the young woman.

Sarah kept Gretel in this state of ticklish and erotic torment for minutes. her laughter grew more and more faint and her body started trembling on the floor as she no longer had the energy to thrash her arms and legs. Eventually, sensing her prey was on the verge of complete exhaustion, Sarah stopped.

Gretel just lay there for several minutes trying to recover. Tears had stained her cheeks, her shirt was wet with sweat and a pool of drool was just below where her mouth had been. Catching her breath alone took time. Regaining the strength to get off the floor took even longer. Eventually, she did just that.

“Now,” Sarah asked, “Are you ready to do as I ask?” She folded her arms, giving her a stare that would have intimidated a rabid wolf.

Gretel could only nod her head, a look of defeat on her face. As much as she didn’t want to do it, she didn’t dare oppose her. The tickling was just too much. Legs still shaky, she made her way to the bed and climbed onto the mattress. she started to pull down her shorts, an expression of humiliation plastered across her face..

“Oh please,” Sarah snorted, “I am quite familiar with the exposed body of a young lady, I have regrettably seen my own. Now get on with it please. Here, to help I will give you some visual stimuli. This will serve as a replacement for the pornography you usually view.”

Unbuttoning her top, Sarah put her breasts on full display. Gretel couldn’t help but appreciate them, noticing their perfect shape and perky nipples. They confirmed for her that she had indeed been a young woman when she passed. Sarah could have easily been in the pornography she disliked.

With a sigh, Gretel pulled out the lube she kept in her nightstand hidden underneath a pile of papers. she began to perform the act under Sarah’s careful examination. Her eyes never left her, somehow forcing her to meet her gaze. It made her feel like a trained animal in a zoo. Shame filled her, but she carried on. Fortunately, the ordeal had left her excited enough that it didn’t take long.