Tickling

Knowing quite well she was be-dangered, Celeste made an attempt to slink away. Her two combatants advanced, whittling the gap with each step. In the last instant, the mousy angel tried to squeak past her assailants. This escape was handily thwarted by the Nara with a leopardian pounce. The cinnamon skinned beauty, though slender, possessed enviable strength and skill as such she held fast Celeste's arms despite her squirms.

Rho smirked, bemused by the dainty woman's attempts to wrestle free of her clearly superior opponent. "Sh, sh, sh," hushed Rho, "you know you deserve to be punished." Her hand tenderly caressed Celeste's delicated side, skipping up the slender woman's ribs.

The struggling angel did her best to flinch away. "G-hee hee, Stop!" Celeste tried to be firm between her high-pitched giggles. "That tickles."

"Oh I'm sorry," responded Rho, her voice deep with the venom of mockery. "That's not what I'm trying to do." Her hand glided up the slim blonde's other side, making poor Celeste let out another high pitched laugh as she bucked the other way.

To Liz's disappointment Rho ceased her **** on helpless Celeste, even taking a step back. Nara, however, held the release of her grip. Despite being still captive, the angelic beauty's eyes sparkled with hope. "Yes," she said "I now see cheating is bad. I won't do it again. The punishment worked."

Liz couldn't see the well-sculpted woman's face, but Rho's malicious smile was evident as she spoke. "Nice try cutie. Your punishment is just getting started." Her hand reached to a large vase containing frivolous curios. As one draws a sword, Rho slowly yet deliberately pulled a long peacock's feather from the ceramic tube, and with steps like that of a wolf, she returned to the trembling angel brandishing her long feather.

Terror widening her eyes, the squirming damsel made one last plea for forgiveness. "Wait, wait," was all she got out before erupting into uncontrollable laughter. The poor delicate angel thrashed around like she'd been dropped into the depths of hell, but the feather still traced it's path. Its soft barbs tenderly exited her porcelain skin on their strategic steps. Up her side to her ribs which they travelled perpendicular to before swishing down to kiss her belly button. All the while, Celeste's flat tummy twitch and flexed with her chirp-like cackling. The tormented angel pushed back into her captor, mashing the copper bosom into her back and grinding her tight arse into the Asian darling.

There was a brief pause to her torment that could have been mercy, but Liz suspected was actually devious cruelty akin to dangling garments out of reach of a publicly exposed friend. Given barest moments to catch her breath, Celeste burst into renewed giggles when the **** began again. This time the feathers tip flicked across her perky teat. The tender nub was prodded unrelentingly until it stood proud and erect with excitement. A thin glow of sweat had started to grace the distressed damsel's skin at this point, as too the woman restraining her. With the soft sheen, their tight embrace, and two broad smiles (one of duress the other cruel), one would be forgiven for thinking the naughty lassies had been carrying out forbidden marital practise. It would be a sight to see their contrasting flesh entwined like the ivory and gold on exotic jewellery.

While Liz mused, the feather had tickled over to Celeste's other nipple and was well on its way to making a second glass cutter. When Rho was satisfied, she whooshed her weapon down to brush Celeste's maidenhood. As her thrashings had been ineffective and her most sensitive area was about to be overwhelmed, Celeste gave up any attempt to contain the situation and started flailing her legs. Rho avoided the clumsy kicks with ease and grabbed one leg at the ankle when it swung wildly past her. The skilled battle-ess twisted, pinning the leg between her arm and side, whereafter with methodical malice, she caressed her victim's foot with the soft afterfeather fluff.

Celeste, her upper body properly wrestled by Nara and one leg held up by Rho, was left hopping while she tried to plead mercy between bouts of side splitting. As sure as tide, Liz watched her troubles with devious interest. The tormented angel endured the downy distress to the sole of her foot for many an exciting minute before she was given another respite to repair the stitches in her side.

Rho looked over her shoulder at Nara who had handily held the naughty platinum haired woman through all her attempts to escape. "You want in?" she asked. "It's pretty fun."

Nara nodded. "Sharing would be better. Let us get her tied down."

You, dear reader, should be well aware by this point that Celeste was putty in the hands of the other two woman. Exhausted by the tickling and perhaps knowing she was deserving of more, she only made fleeting attempts to resist as she was moved to what looked like the product of the forbidden love between bed and sofa. Once there, her wrists were affixed to the corners of the bastard-bed's headrest; thus her arms were left spread as eagle's wings. A sturdy set of stocks was selected by Rho to secure the squirming convict's legs.

Once all was pinned down and the dainty knave could make no effective movements, the two feminine agents of law set about the laudable goal of making their victim rue the day she ever thought to cheat. As if guided by blind justice herself, they trailed tenderly over the body of the trembling tea leaf with twinging finger and twitching feather. Toes and soles, thighs and sides, not a single sensitive spot was spared their caressing wroth until poor Celeste was rocking back and forth in hee-haw. There were experiments made by Rho to see if twiddling the angel's Netherlands would unleash more twitches of laughter, but the aroused and quickened breathe it generated was not her current desire. Thus her peacock's brush skipped up to Celeste's exposed arm pit (a tried and true residence of joy indeed), flicking merrily across pointed teat on its way. Likewise, Nara used every means to reduce Celeste to giggles and guffaws, her fur lined gloves and skilled fingers were more than a match for the task, yet she went far well as to descend her cinnamon crotch onto the writhing female's face. It hovered there just close enough to let the sleak fur of its minimal covering tickle Celeste's face as she squirmed in the duress of delight.

For Liz's part, she was enraptured by such pure display of good-natured cruelty. Her eyes held fast the visage painted even as she felt twitching in her buggery pocket. Only when the shifting thing up her arse doubled it's squirming did the pirate look away. Echoing the stranger's movements, Liz twisted in the tight tunnel. It felt like a dancing lure or maybe a talented tongue had made its way many a merry inch up her arse. As she twitched in her discomfort, her leather wrapped hands fiddled between her blind cheeks but found not more than her usual rosebud. Once again her mind was oblivious; this time to the rattling ruckus she made in her intended hiding spot. The pirate only just registered the groaning of distressed metal as she bucked like a rowboat among rapids in response to the invader tingling a particularly sensitive spot.

These sounds of duress were to be a genuine warning and soon snaps and pops followed. The metal tunnel bowed downward like a young branch; its window of bars offered little resistance as Liz tumbled forward. The pirate let out a startled cry and splayed her arms ahead, certain she was do for an uncomfortable floor rendezvous. But Lady Luck had other designs; Liz's decent was stopped by the totally unexpected (and equally uncomfortable) sensation of her crotch thong being snagged by her former burrow. She remained in the air, limbs flailing, as the thin strap of sturdy leather wedged itself between her cunny and arse cheeks. "Buggery and Damnation!" she rightfully cursed, while wiggling to releave herself from the pain of being lifted by one's unmentionables.

The catering outburst and surprise pirate had an equal disruptive effect on the rooms other denizens. Nara got her hackles up the most, squatting wide into a combat stance. Rho's response was more measured, but wheeled around and brought fists up for defense. The smartly dressed gentleman took a reasonable step back from the commotion. Only Celeste remained were she was (mayhaps that had something to do with her unrelenting bondage); though, her head popped up like a curious groundhog.

"Oh you poor dear," Rho spoke first, her voice framed with thick filigree of sarcasm, "your bare feet are waving around with nothing to touch." She turned to Nara to add. "We should fix that."

Liz knew what was planned well before the two beauties grabbed fresh feathers. The hanging pirate fumbled at the debris holding her aloft, but they had stubbornly returned to their unyielding nature; she was not able to loose herself before the two tormentors arrived. Though outnumbered, our mighty pirate kicked and swatted, putting up a valiant defense against her foe. Rho's strength with Nara's skill soon won out, and much to Liz's laughing dismay, ten little toes were set upon by gentle feathers.

"Bwahahahahaha," filled the luxurious room; the muscles in Liz's flat belly churned like a babbling brook, but 'twas a sign of duress that only encouraged her malicious malcontents. Nara showed particular interest, going as far to fiddle her feather over Liz's tender tummy a half dozen times. Hope, however, was not lost for the squirming pirate. As her **** feet were tortured, she fumbled frantically with the clasp of her straitjacket's keel strand. And, with a satisfying katink, it gave way, causing the maidens to collapse onto one another with a threeway "oof."

The pirate was not perturbed at all by such a landing. Not only hand the tickling stopped, but more importantly, she had landed fast first in Rho's bountiful, pillow-soft bosom.

Inspite of the complete absence of a tickle, Liz laughed, hard. A great, triumphant laugh. Was this the Damnation she was quacking in her boots over? a terrifying abyss of naughty games and soft breasts? Still laughing, she untangled her limbs from the fine bodies. Was she trapped in an eternity of glorious misbehaving? Aye, there were dangers: devil women, demon hands, and dastardly feathers, not to mention whatever had wiggled into her nevermind, but that just made her adventure all the more rousing.

There was a recess to the combat as the woman got back to their feet. Liz was the first out of the Jack pile by pulling herself up a nearby lounge chair, unintentionally tearing its cushions in the process. A burst of downy fluff cascaded over the display of nubile flesh. Rho made a proper attempt to stand and made it halfway to her feet before slipping on a forgotten feather and landing teat-to-teat on Nara. And the women spent a pause together in lewd dock.

As follows, Liz was also the first to be standing sufficiently, but such advantage was short lived. Rho extended to her full height until she was looking down at our average sized pirate. Likewise, free from the giantess's weight, Nara was able to get her feet under her with an acrobatic spin.

Time slowed for Liz as she prepared for round two of their row. Rho and Nara had clear intent to overindulge Liz with feathers, Moreover, the unknown twisting in here rear exit gave Liz the feeling she had foes on all sides. Eyes darting across the room, our outnumbered rogue knew she needed to get an advantage but quick.