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"Brad, wait, I ...!" Lisa began, stopping as Brad fell upon
her. He quickly cuffed her wrists and pulled her down to the
foot of the bed. As she struggled, he stripped off Lisa's
sandals and buckled her ankles into thick leather cuffs, clipped
them together and tied them to the bed frame so that her bare
feet extended out past the edge of the mattress. Lisa sat up,
pleading with Brad. Brad warned Lisa to cooperate, or things
would go tougher with her.
Lisa stubbornly fought against her boyfriend, who knelt
astride her and dug his fingers viciously into her sides, knowing
from experience where her weak spots were. Lisa shrieked with
high-pitched laughter, wiggling madly as Brad tickled her ribs
and armpits through her thin t-shirt. Soon tears welled in her
eyes, and her shrieks grew in intensity as Brad tickled Lisa into
submission.
Brad took the handcuffs off his weakened, still giggling
girlfriend, and pulled the t-shirt from her. She fought feebly
to hang on to her bra, which also went before her wrists found
themselves encased in unyielding leather shackles at the top of
the bed. She shook her blonde locks from her eyes, chest heaving
as Brad again sat astride her waist.
This time her tanned, naked ribs and smooth, ticklish pits
would not be protected by any fabric. A quick and thorough
tickling of her helpless torso had Lisa beside herself in no
time, as she went crazy from the merciless attack. She screamed
like a banshee as Brad tickle tortured her defenceless armpits
and sensitive ribs. When she was screaming in silent laughter,
gasping for breath, Brad stopped and went to Denise.
Denise had been watching the entire scene, which had lasted
several minutes. She felt oddly satisfied, having watched Lisa
writhe and beg under Brad's tickling fingers. She wished she
could have been the one to make her laugh and squirm! Denise
looked at Brad, who stood to one side of her, gazing intently at
her bare feet.
As if he had read her mind, Brad said, "I bet you wish you
could even the score with Lisa, don't you?" Denise hesitated,
glancing toward Lisa's bound form. She nodded. "I tell you
what, Denise. You're not leaving here until I've tickled every
inch of you", Brad said caressing Denise's leg. Denise moaned,
but was not surprised by his intentions. Brad picked up a brush.
Denise, wide-eyed, watched the brush.
"There's no question of you making it out of here without
being tickled. But you have a choice. I can tickle you now, and
then let you go, or I can let you have some ticklish revenge on
Lisa," Brad offered, pointing to his girlfriend on the bed. "If
you decide on that, once you're done I'll tickle both of you
together, and then we'll call it a day," he finished, stroking
the brush against his palm.
Denise considered the options. She didn't have much of a
choice. She was going to be mercilessly tickled whatever she
did, she was certain of that. At least she could have a little
fun first and give Lisa a taste of her own medicine. "Okay,
okay, let me tickle Lisa!" she said, looking at her traitorous
friend who looked a little worried.
As Brad released Denise from her bonds, Lisa tried one last
time to bargain with Brad. But she knew that his mind was made
up now. Brad had not only fantasized about putting their
attractive neighbour through tickle torment, but had also dreamed
of getting her side by side with his ticklish girlfriend for a
double tickle treat. Lisa sighed, resigned to the fact that she
would have to endure a tickling from Denise, then share a hellish
tickling session with her at the hands of her boyfriend, an avid
tickle torture enthusiast.
Freed from the stocks, Denise walked around, stretching out
her slightly cramped limbs. Her stomach was a little tender from
laughing, and her feet still itched a bit, but she was forgetting
this as she looked at Lisa on the bed. Lisa was definitely a
beautiful woman, and she looked so sexy, half-naked and bound by
the wrists and ankles. She realized Lisa tanned in the nude, as
the skin of her torso was a light brown, except for the armpits
which were some shades lighter. The tops of her feet were also
tanned golden, which highlighted the light, smooth bottoms very
nicely. Lisa's toenails showed a nice red polish, which gave
them a very sexy look. Denise grinned as she thought about
tickling Lisa's feet. Somehow, the image of Lisa squirming under
her fingers convinced her this would all be worthwhile.
Brad had pulled out a vast array of tickling instruments for
them to use: feathers, brushes, pens, and Q-tips. Lisa implored
Denise to show mercy. "I didn't tickle you that bad! It's not
fair to have BOTH of you tickle me ... I'll go crazy!" she cried,
pulling vainly at the leather shackles. Brad found a thin cord
and set to tying his girlfriend's big toes together. "BRAD NO,
no PLEASE, you KNOW how ticklish my feet are!" she whined, trying
to pull her feet away. "Yes, I do. Now be still, or else!" Brad
shot back, pulling her toes back and fastening the free end to
her ankle bonds. Brad pointed to Lisa's taut, helpless soles.
"Her feet are super-ticklish, Denise. She can't stand it when I
tickle them!" he explained, grinning.
Denise went to the selection of instruments. "What should I
use?", she asked, looking to Brad for guidance. "Whatever you
like, Denise," he said going to the small refrigerator set in the
opposite wall. "You'll find that brushes work particularly well
on her feet; Q-tips and feathers are for between the toes, which
are really ticklish. Brushes and feathers are good for her ribs
and belly. But her armpits and soles are so ticklish that just
about anything will work on them," he explained, fixing a drink.
"BRAD! For God's sake, don't give her any more ammunition
against me! I'm your girlfriend for God's sake!" Lisa wailed in
mock outrage, watching as Denise made mental notes of the
suggestions. Denise sorted through several brushes and feathers,
before settling on some Q-tips and the two toothbrushes Lisa had
wanted to use on her earlier.
"Denise, I'm sorry, really ... please, don't use those ...
you don't understand ... I'm sorry for tickling you!" Lisa
babbled as Denise sat facing her stretched, bound soles. "You're
not sorry you tickled me," said Denise, picking out two Q-tips.
"You're just sorry you ended up here being tickled by me!" she
announced, putting the swabs on Lisa's fleshy big toes. Denise
then proceeded to drag the swab left and right across Lisa's
toes, watching with delight as she quickly drove her to girlish
giggling. As Brad had suggested, she worked the swabs between
her toes, and Lisa bucked vigorously while laughing out loud. Up
and down her soles she dragged the Q-tips, tickling Lisa's feet
from heel to toe.
Lisa's laughter was steady, but not desperate yet. Denise
exchanged the cotton swabs for the toothbrushes, and noticed a
big change. Working the brushes over the tight skin of her bare
feet soon had Lisa going wild. She was thrashing back and forth
on the bed, whipping her long mane of hair around as she howled
in ticklish agony! Any time Denise let up Lisa tried to beg her
to stop, but Denise wasn't in a very compassionate mood.
"My, but your delicious little soles are VERY ticklish,
aren't they, MY DEAR!" cried Denise over the stream of laughter.
"Tell me you want me to tickle you MORE!" she added, slowing the
brushes to a light tracing on Lisa's heels. Lisa recovered
enough to pull herself together, but held her tongue in protest.
Denise became angry. "Okay, don't say it. I can do this all day
if I have to," she threatened, scraping the brushes across the
arches of Lisa's feet. She kept tickling Lisa there until her
resolve broke. "OKAY ... OKAY ... HAHAHAHAA ... TICKLE ME
MORE!!" she squealed.
Satisfied with the response, Denise gave Lisa a wicked
tickling all over her toes, then stopped for a short break. Brad
was quietly sipping his drink, having watched with obvious
approval, as indicated by the large tent in his slacks. Denise
noticed, and smiled at Brad before grabbing two feathers and
straddling Lisa. "PLEASE, please, Denise ... I can't take much
more ... my God, PLEASE, ... we're friends!", she begged
earnestly. Denise hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat sorry
for Lisa. But quickly she realized that if she stopped, it would
be her turn to be tickled again, and she wasn't ready for that
just yet. "Sorry, Lisa, you're the one who started all this!"
she answered, stroking Lisa's breasts with the feathers.
Lisa's face contorted into a grimace, fighting the
sensations that flooded her as the stiff tips of the feathers
stroked across her long, dark nipples. Seeing the reaction,
Denise kept up the breast teasing, alternating the feathers with
pinches and licks from her tongue as Lisa's control degenerated
once more. Giggling uncontrollably as the feathers tickled every
inch of her large, sensitive tits, she shuddered as the arousal
that accompanied such teasing flooded through her.
Lisa only had time to curse the fact that Denise was nowhere
near her throbbing clit, when the torture feathers moved to
attack her freshly shaved pits. Now the serious laughter
started.
Within a few minutes, Lisa again was nearing a state of
agony where pleas for mercy began. As Denise was dragging the
feathers slowly up and down Lisa's sides, drawing out the
torture, Lisa's eyes suddenly went wide and she shrieked with
hysterical laughter.
Puzzled, Denise slowed her swirling feathers, then looked
behind her to see Brad torturing Lisa's amazingly ticklish soles
with his rapidly moving fingertips. Lisa was laughing and
squealing so much she couldn't even to ask him to stop.
Following his example, Denise returned to her friend's
super-sensitive armpits, quickly scrabbling her fingernails all
around inside Lisa's smooth hollows. Lisa bucked and screamed so
much under the dual assault that Denise feared she might hurt
herself, or collapse the bed, but Brad reassured her that it was
okay to continue. He held Lisa's toes with one hand, while
scratching his nails quickly across her soles with the other,
delighting in every shriek and laugh he drew from his beautiful
girlfriend.
Fortunately for Lisa, the incredible double tickling didn't
last long, as she quickly hit the spot where she became
breathless, making only mewling sounds as she fought to get her
breath. With tears starting to run freely down her reddened
face, Lisa gave one last desperate plea for them to stop. Denise
stopped tickling, with Brad soon following.
After a few minutes, Brad untied his girlfriend, who needed
no coaxing to get under a relaxing shower. She needed the rest -
however brief it was. Lisa knew that it wasn't over yet for her.
Brad would still tie her and Denise for more tickle torture
before the day was through.
Denise hugged her knees tightly into her chest, trying to
think of a way out of her predicament. If only she hadn't been
so damn curious about this room! On the other hand, she really
did enjoy tickling Lisa - her pussy tingled just thinking about
it. And, she had to admit that back there in the stocks she was
getting pretty moist despite how much it tickled.
Denise briefly tried to escape, but Lisa came back and
tackled her on the floor. After a short tickle fight, which
Denise lost once Brad joined in, they carried her to the bed and
put her in restraints the same way he had with Lisa earlier. In
a short while, Lisa joined her on the bed, tied as Denise was.
Brad took a thin cord and lashed Lisa's big toes together.
Similarly, Denise found her own toes bound together. The cords
were pulled tight, making their soles taut. "Think of a number
between one and twenty," he said, scribbling a number on a pad
from his jacket. "Whoever is closest, is the one I start with,"
he pronounced, and left to change.
The women barely had time to worry about what number to
guess, when Brad returned wearing silk boxers and carrying a
small box of things from the kitchen. Lisa's heart beat faster,
guessing at what sorts of things he had brought. But she didn't
tell Denise - she'd learn soon enough.
"Okay, girls, what are your numbers?" he asked excitedly,
rubbing his hands together. Lisa went first, indicating,
"Twelve". Brad looked to Denise. "Nine," she said, holding her
breath. Brad showed them the slip of paper. "You win, Denise!",
he exclaimed, throwing it away. Brad's number had been four.
Denise moaned. "All right, let's get this started!" whooped
Brad, dancing to the instrument table. He picked a large, pink
plume, and approached his victim.
Brad waved the fluffy feather across Denise's face, tickling
her all over. She twisted her head aside, trying to avoid the
itching, tickling feather. He was starting her out easy. But
then he moved the feather down to tickle around her earlobes,
across her neck, and beneath her chin. That was worth several
minutes of breathless giggling. Then he tickled the area between
her neck and breasts. More giggling and squirming resulted.
After several minutes, he was now at the pretty brunette's
tits, giving the nipples a going over that quickly had her
writhing. "Oh, my God!" Denise exclaimed, flipping back and
forth between giggles and moans. Then, Brad stepped things up a
notch by concentrating the feather on her flat belly. Denise
started to laugh. "NO, Brad, no, ... ha ha ha ... that TICKLES!"
she blurted, as the plume teased her slowly. He spent another
few minutes giving her an all over bathing with the plume,
hitting her sides, thighs, and feet, with Denise letting loose a
sharp little squeal when the feather touched a really ticklish
area.
The break he allowed Denise didn't last long. Brad took up
a stiffer feather, and repeated the tickling route he had just
completed. Having been sensitized by the first pass, Denise now
giggled intensely as Brad teased her body from head to toe. Lisa
smiled to herself as she watched Denise slowly lose control from
the gentle tickling. She knew from experience how Brad would
keep playing with the intensity, using different feathers and
brushes, varying the techniques on different body parts until
Denise started to become unglued! Then he would tickle her
really weak spots, like her feet, really going at it and making
her scream and beg for mercy!
Lisa was right. Brad went to work on Denise's ticklish
pits, punishing them with circular strokes of stiff-bristled
paintbrushes. Denise laughed and laughed, unable to speak. Then
he moved back to the belly, using the brushes to circle around
her navel, which had her laughing too, but not as wildly as the
pit tickling. After a short rest, he went back to the ribs,
teasing her there until the shrill laughter and tears forming in
her eyes signalled him to go and work over her thighs with
feathers. Although not as ticklish on her thighs, Denise could
not help but laugh, still on the edge from the rib assault.
About forty minutes had passed so far, and Brad decided a
longer break would do the trick. He would have some fun with his
girlfriend now. He set the feathers aside and went to his box
from the kitchen. Brad pulled out a bottle of Hershey's
chocolate syrup. Brad gently straddled Lisa, and squeezed the
plastic container. A slow stream of cold chocolate dripped onto
her right breast. Lisa gasped, then giggled as the sticky
substance was delivered across to her left breast. Setting the
syrup aside, Brad lowered his head and began the task of licking
the chocolate off.
Brad's licking and sucking had Lisa moaning and writhing,
while his fingers went to her armpits and wrought peals of
laughter from her. Occasionally, his fingers wandered over to
tease Denise's pits, causing her to laugh while his mouth
delighted Lisa. When he had cleaned his girlfriend's tits of the
syrup, he grabbed the bottle again and began pouring onto her
belly. Lisa shook her head, giggling.
"NO, not that Brad, please!" she whined as the chocolate
dribbled into her sensitive navel. Before Denise could complain,
he coated her belly as well, then set about removing the sweet,
sticky mess. Licking and tickling as he went, first Lisa then
Denise went wild as his tongue teased its way into their ticklish
belly buttons. They thrashed and giggled, and sucked their
stomachs in to try and escape the maddening sensations. Denise
didn't know what was worse: the belly licking, or the random
finger-tickling of her ribs and underarms!
Having had his fill, he wiped the bellies of the panting,
giggling pair with a wet cloth and thought about what to do next.
He had an idea. He retrieved a set of fat, felt-tipped markers.
With red marker in hand, he set to work decorating the barefoot
duo's super-ticklish feet.
"What's he going to do?" Denise asked, catching her breath.
"I don't know, he's never used markers before, I ... EEEKK ...
NOO ... AHHHAAHAHA!" Lisa squealed loudly, as the marker tip
scrawling on her feet brought the conversation to an end. Brad
scribbled the marker all over Lisa's soles, causing her to shriek
in hilarious laughter. He drew a bull's eye on each of her
helpless arches, while stroking her ticklish toes with a feather.
After covering Lisa's white soles in ink, and reducing her to a
writhing, squealing maniac, he began to draw on the helpless
bottoms of Denise's bare feet, leisurely tracing designs on her
sexy soles.
Denise couldn't believe how it tickled! "OH MY GOD! ...
shit, NOOO!" she cried, helpless to stop the teasing of her bare
feet. She twisted left and right, laughing uncontrollably as the
devilish marker explored every inch of her sensitive arches and
heels. She felt the marker's tip on the ball of her foot,
working toward the soft skin under and between her toes, and she
begged Brad not to go there! But he had no mercy, instead upped
the intensity by dragging a feather quill up and down the other
coloured sole, then running it between her toes. Denise knew
she'd go insane if he didn't stop soon!
After the colouring, Brad ran his fingers all over their
captive soles, tickling the bound pair into hysterics and making
them beg for his mercy! Seeing the women struggle and laugh to
the point where they were beginning to scream and yell bloody
murder, he stopped and gave them a break. Lisa and Denise were
both feeling exhausted, the marker tickling having taken its toll
on them.
Watching Brad leave the room, Denise wondered how exactly
she got herself into this predicament. It was her damn
curiosity. That's when that saying about how curiosity killed
the cat popped into her head. Sighing, Denise figured the cat
got off easy.
Brad returned with a large bowl and some soap. Denise
wiggled nervously when she saw this. She and Lisa reluctantly
looked to Brad, who held a block of soap in one hand and an ice
cube in the other. Brad grinned at the helpless pair.
"Time to clean up, ladies!" cried Brad, and began icing
Lisa's feet. She reacted immediately, trying to wiggle her
helplessly bound soles, while a peal of laughter erupted from
her. "AAAH NNEEEHHEE ... NOOO ... AHAHA HAHAHA ...!" she
squealed, unable to stop the freezing cube from tormenting her
bare heels with cold circles. She laughed even louder as the ice
reached the middle of her soles, and she jerked furiously at her
restraints as the cube tortured her ticklish arches.
Brad moved to the toes, drawing screams from Lisa as he
finished her feet. Then he used the end of the soap bar to
scrape up and down her wet, painted soles. While he lathered
Lisa, he began icing Denise, and quickly her loud shrieks of
laughter joined Lisa's as her soles grew cold and wet. Lisa
received a short break as Brad moved the soap to Denise's feet,
soaping and rubbing her soles until she thrashed and pleaded for
him to stop.
At this point, things got worse. With a toothbrush in hand,
Brad set out to scrub the ink off the four, beautiful, bubble
covered soles that were tied helplessly before him. Lisa
immediately broke into uncontrollable laughter as Brad held her
toes back and scraped her soles with the brush. As her laughter
died down, Denise's picked up when he began to scrape her soles
clean. The captive pair could not prevent the demonic tickling
their feet were being subjected to; they could only squirm their
tired, sweating bodies, looking at each other in stunned
amazement as they howled with laughter.
Brad was in heaven, teasing and tickling their delicious
bare feet, enjoying their high pitched laughter and futile
attempts to squirm free. He scraped the bristles all over, from
rounded soft heels, up to their pale, squirming arches. Tickling
their arches and toes got the best reactions, and in no time they
were going mad! Brad looked up from Lisa's quivering soles to
see her face wet with tears, her hair clinging to her forehead in
sweaty strands. As he tickled Denise, he noticed that she was
tossing her head from side to side, squealing loudly as tears of
laughter started rolling down her cheeks. Brad kept tormenting
their ticklish feet for the next few minutes, by which time the
captives had reached the point where they begged for it all to
end. As they panted and giggled in near exhaustion, Brad wiped
their soles down with a cloth and warm water.
The tickled pair received one last breather, before the
final part of their ordeal. Brad took up two long-handled
paintbrushes and knelt between the pair, one brush aimed at
Lisa's right armpit and the other hovering over Denise's left
armpit. Laughter erupted immediately as the women felt the
bristles tickle their smooth, ticklish pits. Brad tickled back
and forth between his girlfriend and his neighbour, stroking the
pair's naked bodies as they squealed and rocked the bed. He
tickled them both all over - their armpits, undersides of their
breasts, inside their navels, and all along their ribs. Soon he
had them nearing hysteria again.
As the pair continued their raucous giggling, Brad decided
it was time to bring things to a conclusion. He stopped
tickling, and instead went to untie Denise's ankles. "Thank
God!" Denise cried in reply. "It's not over yet," Brad said,
freeing her wrists. "At least not for Lisa, anyway!" he
finished, laughing. Lisa whined in protest, but Denise didn't
care if her friend was going to be tickled some more. She just
wanted to get out before she could be tickled again!
Denise hurriedly pulled on her bra and shirt, then went to
get her shoes. Brad had picked them up, and now offered them to
her. Denise managed a small smile as he handed her back her
runners, then said good-bye to both of her tickle-crazy friends.
Brad listened to her leave, enjoying the unmistakable sound of
bare feet jogging across the cement floor. The wooden echo of
her feet bounding up the basement steps told him that she wasn't
wasting any time in getting out. Brad assumed that the tickling
had been too much for her, and shrugging, returned to his still
bound girlfriend.
Lisa's familiar laughter caught up with Denise just as she
was approaching the back door of Brad's house. She wondered how
much more poor Lisa could take. Denise ran home as fast as she
could, stripping her clothes off as she hurled herself onto her
bed, where she promptly began to replay the afternoon's events in
her mind. She got to the point where Lisa had just started
tickling her feet in the stocks when she finally screamed out in
powerful orgasmic release.
And that was something Lisa would not get to experience for
close to another long, torturous hour.
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"Brad, wait, I ...!" Lisa began, stopping as Brad fell upon
her. He quickly cuffed her wrists and pulled her down to the
foot of the bed. As she struggled, he stripped off Lisa's
sandals and buckled her ankles into thick leather cuffs, clipped
them together and tied them to the bed frame so that her bare
feet extended out past the edge of the mattress. Lisa sat up,
pleading with Brad. Brad warned Lisa to cooperate, or things
would go tougher with her.
Lisa stubbornly fought against her boyfriend, who knelt
astride her and dug his fingers viciously into her sides, knowing
from experience where her weak spots were. Lisa shrieked with
high-pitched laughter, wiggling madly as Brad tickled her ribs
and armpits through her thin t-shirt. Soon tears welled in her
eyes, and her shrieks grew in intensity as Brad tickled Lisa into
submission.
Brad took the handcuffs off his weakened, still giggling
girlfriend, and pulled the t-shirt from her. She fought feebly
to hang on to her bra, which also went before her wrists found
themselves encased in unyielding leather shackles at the top of
the bed. She shook her blonde locks from her eyes, chest heaving
as Brad again sat astride her waist.
This time her tanned, naked ribs and smooth, ticklish pits
would not be protected by any fabric. A quick and thorough
tickling of her helpless torso had Lisa beside herself in no
time, as she went crazy from the merciless attack. She screamed
like a banshee as Brad tickle tortured her defenceless armpits
and sensitive ribs. When she was screaming in silent laughter,
gasping for breath, Brad stopped and went to Denise.
Denise had been watching the entire scene, which had lasted
several minutes. She felt oddly satisfied, having watched Lisa
writhe and beg under Brad's tickling fingers. She wished she
could have been the one to make her laugh and squirm! Denise
looked at Brad, who stood to one side of her, gazing intently at
her bare feet.
As if he had read her mind, Brad said, "I bet you wish you
could even the score with Lisa, don't you?" Denise hesitated,
glancing toward Lisa's bound form. She nodded. "I tell you
what, Denise. You're not leaving here until I've tickled every
inch of you", Brad said caressing Denise's leg. Denise moaned,
but was not surprised by his intentions. Brad picked up a brush.
Denise, wide-eyed, watched the brush.
"There's no question of you making it out of here without
being tickled. But you have a choice. I can tickle you now, and
then let you go, or I can let you have some ticklish revenge on
Lisa," Brad offered, pointing to his girlfriend on the bed. "If
you decide on that, once you're done I'll tickle both of you
together, and then we'll call it a day," he finished, stroking
the brush against his palm.
Denise considered the options. She didn't have much of a
choice. She was going to be mercilessly tickled whatever she
did, she was certain of that. At least she could have a little
fun first and give Lisa a taste of her own medicine. "Okay,
okay, let me tickle Lisa!" she said, looking at her traitorous
friend who looked a little worried.
As Brad released Denise from her bonds, Lisa tried one last
time to bargain with Brad. But she knew that his mind was made
up now. Brad had not only fantasized about putting their
attractive neighbour through tickle torment, but had also dreamed
of getting her side by side with his ticklish girlfriend for a
double tickle treat. Lisa sighed, resigned to the fact that she
would have to endure a tickling from Denise, then share a hellish
tickling session with her at the hands of her boyfriend, an avid
tickle torture enthusiast.
Freed from the stocks, Denise walked around, stretching out
her slightly cramped limbs. Her stomach was a little tender from
laughing, and her feet still itched a bit, but she was forgetting
this as she looked at Lisa on the bed. Lisa was definitely a
beautiful woman, and she looked so sexy, half-naked and bound by
the wrists and ankles. She realized Lisa tanned in the nude, as
the skin of her torso was a light brown, except for the armpits
which were some shades lighter. The tops of her feet were also
tanned golden, which highlighted the light, smooth bottoms very
nicely. Lisa's toenails showed a nice red polish, which gave
them a very sexy look. Denise grinned as she thought about
tickling Lisa's feet. Somehow, the image of Lisa squirming under
her fingers convinced her this would all be worthwhile.
Brad had pulled out a vast array of tickling instruments for
them to use: feathers, brushes, pens, and Q-tips. Lisa implored
Denise to show mercy. "I didn't tickle you that bad! It's not
fair to have BOTH of you tickle me ... I'll go crazy!" she cried,
pulling vainly at the leather shackles. Brad found a thin cord
and set to tying his girlfriend's big toes together. "BRAD NO,
no PLEASE, you KNOW how ticklish my feet are!" she whined, trying
to pull her feet away. "Yes, I do. Now be still, or else!" Brad
shot back, pulling her toes back and fastening the free end to
her ankle bonds. Brad pointed to Lisa's taut, helpless soles.
"Her feet are super-ticklish, Denise. She can't stand it when I
tickle them!" he explained, grinning.
Denise went to the selection of instruments. "What should I
use?", she asked, looking to Brad for guidance. "Whatever you
like, Denise," he said going to the small refrigerator set in the
opposite wall. "You'll find that brushes work particularly well
on her feet; Q-tips and feathers are for between the toes, which
are really ticklish. Brushes and feathers are good for her ribs
and belly. But her armpits and soles are so ticklish that just
about anything will work on them," he explained, fixing a drink.
"BRAD! For God's sake, don't give her any more ammunition
against me! I'm your girlfriend for God's sake!" Lisa wailed in
mock outrage, watching as Denise made mental notes of the
suggestions. Denise sorted through several brushes and feathers,
before settling on some Q-tips and the two toothbrushes Lisa had
wanted to use on her earlier.
"Denise, I'm sorry, really ... please, don't use those ...
you don't understand ... I'm sorry for tickling you!" Lisa
babbled as Denise sat facing her stretched, bound soles. "You're
not sorry you tickled me," said Denise, picking out two Q-tips.
"You're just sorry you ended up here being tickled by me!" she
announced, putting the swabs on Lisa's fleshy big toes. Denise
then proceeded to drag the swab left and right across Lisa's
toes, watching with delight as she quickly drove her to girlish
giggling. As Brad had suggested, she worked the swabs between
her toes, and Lisa bucked vigorously while laughing out loud. Up
and down her soles she dragged the Q-tips, tickling Lisa's feet
from heel to toe.
Lisa's laughter was steady, but not desperate yet. Denise
exchanged the cotton swabs for the toothbrushes, and noticed a
big change. Working the brushes over the tight skin of her bare
feet soon had Lisa going wild. She was thrashing back and forth
on the bed, whipping her long mane of hair around as she howled
in ticklish agony! Any time Denise let up Lisa tried to beg her
to stop, but Denise wasn't in a very compassionate mood.
"My, but your delicious little soles are VERY ticklish,
aren't they, MY DEAR!" cried Denise over the stream of laughter.
"Tell me you want me to tickle you MORE!" she added, slowing the
brushes to a light tracing on Lisa's heels. Lisa recovered
enough to pull herself together, but held her tongue in protest.
Denise became angry. "Okay, don't say it. I can do this all day
if I have to," she threatened, scraping the brushes across the
arches of Lisa's feet. She kept tickling Lisa there until her
resolve broke. "OKAY ... OKAY ... HAHAHAHAA ... TICKLE ME
MORE!!" she squealed.
Satisfied with the response, Denise gave Lisa a wicked
tickling all over her toes, then stopped for a short break. Brad
was quietly sipping his drink, having watched with obvious
approval, as indicated by the large tent in his slacks. Denise
noticed, and smiled at Brad before grabbing two feathers and
straddling Lisa. "PLEASE, please, Denise ... I can't take much
more ... my God, PLEASE, ... we're friends!", she begged
earnestly. Denise hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat sorry
for Lisa. But quickly she realized that if she stopped, it would
be her turn to be tickled again, and she wasn't ready for that
just yet. "Sorry, Lisa, you're the one who started all this!"
she answered, stroking Lisa's breasts with the feathers.
Lisa's face contorted into a grimace, fighting the
sensations that flooded her as the stiff tips of the feathers
stroked across her long, dark nipples. Seeing the reaction,
Denise kept up the breast teasing, alternating the feathers with
pinches and licks from her tongue as Lisa's control degenerated
once more. Giggling uncontrollably as the feathers tickled every
inch of her large, sensitive tits, she shuddered as the arousal
that accompanied such teasing flooded through her.
Lisa only had time to curse the fact that Denise was nowhere
near her throbbing clit, when the torture feathers moved to
attack her freshly shaved pits. Now the serious laughter
started.
Within a few minutes, Lisa again was nearing a state of
agony where pleas for mercy began. As Denise was dragging the
feathers slowly up and down Lisa's sides, drawing out the
torture, Lisa's eyes suddenly went wide and she shrieked with
hysterical laughter.
Puzzled, Denise slowed her swirling feathers, then looked
behind her to see Brad torturing Lisa's amazingly ticklish soles
with his rapidly moving fingertips. Lisa was laughing and
squealing so much she couldn't even to ask him to stop.
Following his example, Denise returned to her friend's
super-sensitive armpits, quickly scrabbling her fingernails all
around inside Lisa's smooth hollows. Lisa bucked and screamed so
much under the dual assault that Denise feared she might hurt
herself, or collapse the bed, but Brad reassured her that it was
okay to continue. He held Lisa's toes with one hand, while
scratching his nails quickly across her soles with the other,
delighting in every shriek and laugh he drew from his beautiful
girlfriend.
Fortunately for Lisa, the incredible double tickling didn't
last long, as she quickly hit the spot where she became
breathless, making only mewling sounds as she fought to get her
breath. With tears starting to run freely down her reddened
face, Lisa gave one last desperate plea for them to stop. Denise
stopped tickling, with Brad soon following.
After a few minutes, Brad untied his girlfriend, who needed
no coaxing to get under a relaxing shower. She needed the rest -
however brief it was. Lisa knew that it wasn't over yet for her.
Brad would still tie her and Denise for more tickle torture
before the day was through.
Denise hugged her knees tightly into her chest, trying to
think of a way out of her predicament. If only she hadn't been
so damn curious about this room! On the other hand, she really
did enjoy tickling Lisa - her pussy tingled just thinking about
it. And, she had to admit that back there in the stocks she was
getting pretty moist despite how much it tickled.
Denise briefly tried to escape, but Lisa came back and
tackled her on the floor. After a short tickle fight, which
Denise lost once Brad joined in, they carried her to the bed and
put her in restraints the same way he had with Lisa earlier. In
a short while, Lisa joined her on the bed, tied as Denise was.
Brad took a thin cord and lashed Lisa's big toes together.
Similarly, Denise found her own toes bound together. The cords
were pulled tight, making their soles taut. "Think of a number
between one and twenty," he said, scribbling a number on a pad
from his jacket. "Whoever is closest, is the one I start with,"
he pronounced, and left to change.
The women barely had time to worry about what number to
guess, when Brad returned wearing silk boxers and carrying a
small box of things from the kitchen. Lisa's heart beat faster,
guessing at what sorts of things he had brought. But she didn't
tell Denise - she'd learn soon enough.
"Okay, girls, what are your numbers?" he asked excitedly,
rubbing his hands together. Lisa went first, indicating,
"Twelve". Brad looked to Denise. "Nine," she said, holding her
breath. Brad showed them the slip of paper. "You win, Denise!",
he exclaimed, throwing it away. Brad's number had been four.
Denise moaned. "All right, let's get this started!" whooped
Brad, dancing to the instrument table. He picked a large, pink
plume, and approached his victim.
Brad waved the fluffy feather across Denise's face, tickling
her all over. She twisted her head aside, trying to avoid the
itching, tickling feather. He was starting her out easy. But
then he moved the feather down to tickle around her earlobes,
across her neck, and beneath her chin. That was worth several
minutes of breathless giggling. Then he tickled the area between
her neck and breasts. More giggling and squirming resulted.
After several minutes, he was now at the pretty brunette's
tits, giving the nipples a going over that quickly had her
writhing. "Oh, my God!" Denise exclaimed, flipping back and
forth between giggles and moans. Then, Brad stepped things up a
notch by concentrating the feather on her flat belly. Denise
started to laugh. "NO, Brad, no, ... ha ha ha ... that TICKLES!"
she blurted, as the plume teased her slowly. He spent another
few minutes giving her an all over bathing with the plume,
hitting her sides, thighs, and feet, with Denise letting loose a
sharp little squeal when the feather touched a really ticklish
area.
The break he allowed Denise didn't last long. Brad took up
a stiffer feather, and repeated the tickling route he had just
completed. Having been sensitized by the first pass, Denise now
giggled intensely as Brad teased her body from head to toe. Lisa
smiled to herself as she watched Denise slowly lose control from
the gentle tickling. She knew from experience how Brad would
keep playing with the intensity, using different feathers and
brushes, varying the techniques on different body parts until
Denise started to become unglued! Then he would tickle her
really weak spots, like her feet, really going at it and making
her scream and beg for mercy!
Lisa was right. Brad went to work on Denise's ticklish
pits, punishing them with circular strokes of stiff-bristled
paintbrushes. Denise laughed and laughed, unable to speak. Then
he moved back to the belly, using the brushes to circle around
her navel, which had her laughing too, but not as wildly as the
pit tickling. After a short rest, he went back to the ribs,
teasing her there until the shrill laughter and tears forming in
her eyes signalled him to go and work over her thighs with
feathers. Although not as ticklish on her thighs, Denise could
not help but laugh, still on the edge from the rib assault.
About forty minutes had passed so far, and Brad decided a
longer break would do the trick. He would have some fun with his
girlfriend now. He set the feathers aside and went to his box
from the kitchen. Brad pulled out a bottle of Hershey's
chocolate syrup. Brad gently straddled Lisa, and squeezed the
plastic container. A slow stream of cold chocolate dripped onto
her right breast. Lisa gasped, then giggled as the sticky
substance was delivered across to her left breast. Setting the
syrup aside, Brad lowered his head and began the task of licking
the chocolate off.
Brad's licking and sucking had Lisa moaning and writhing,
while his fingers went to her armpits and wrought peals of
laughter from her. Occasionally, his fingers wandered over to
tease Denise's pits, causing her to laugh while his mouth
delighted Lisa. When he had cleaned his girlfriend's tits of the
syrup, he grabbed the bottle again and began pouring onto her
belly. Lisa shook her head, giggling.
"NO, not that Brad, please!" she whined as the chocolate
dribbled into her sensitive navel. Before Denise could complain,
he coated her belly as well, then set about removing the sweet,
sticky mess. Licking and tickling as he went, first Lisa then
Denise went wild as his tongue teased its way into their ticklish
belly buttons. They thrashed and giggled, and sucked their
stomachs in to try and escape the maddening sensations. Denise
didn't know what was worse: the belly licking, or the random
finger-tickling of her ribs and underarms!
Having had his fill, he wiped the bellies of the panting,
giggling pair with a wet cloth and thought about what to do next.
He had an idea. He retrieved a set of fat, felt-tipped markers.
With red marker in hand, he set to work decorating the barefoot
duo's super-ticklish feet.
"What's he going to do?" Denise asked, catching her breath.
"I don't know, he's never used markers before, I ... EEEKK ...
NOO ... AHHHAAHAHA!" Lisa squealed loudly, as the marker tip
scrawling on her feet brought the conversation to an end. Brad
scribbled the marker all over Lisa's soles, causing her to shriek
in hilarious laughter. He drew a bull's eye on each of her
helpless arches, while stroking her ticklish toes with a feather.
After covering Lisa's white soles in ink, and reducing her to a
writhing, squealing maniac, he began to draw on the helpless
bottoms of Denise's bare feet, leisurely tracing designs on her
sexy soles.
Denise couldn't believe how it tickled! "OH MY GOD! ...
shit, NOOO!" she cried, helpless to stop the teasing of her bare
feet. She twisted left and right, laughing uncontrollably as the
devilish marker explored every inch of her sensitive arches and
heels. She felt the marker's tip on the ball of her foot,
working toward the soft skin under and between her toes, and she
begged Brad not to go there! But he had no mercy, instead upped
the intensity by dragging a feather quill up and down the other
coloured sole, then running it between her toes. Denise knew
she'd go insane if he didn't stop soon!
After the colouring, Brad ran his fingers all over their
captive soles, tickling the bound pair into hysterics and making
them beg for his mercy! Seeing the women struggle and laugh to
the point where they were beginning to scream and yell bloody
murder, he stopped and gave them a break. Lisa and Denise were
both feeling exhausted, the marker tickling having taken its toll
on them.
Watching Brad leave the room, Denise wondered how exactly
she got herself into this predicament. It was her damn
curiosity. That's when that saying about how curiosity killed
the cat popped into her head. Sighing, Denise figured the cat
got off easy.
Brad returned with a large bowl and some soap. Denise
wiggled nervously when she saw this. She and Lisa reluctantly
looked to Brad, who held a block of soap in one hand and an ice
cube in the other. Brad grinned at the helpless pair.
"Time to clean up, ladies!" cried Brad, and began icing
Lisa's feet. She reacted immediately, trying to wiggle her
helplessly bound soles, while a peal of laughter erupted from
her. "AAAH NNEEEHHEE ... NOOO ... AHAHA HAHAHA ...!" she
squealed, unable to stop the freezing cube from tormenting her
bare heels with cold circles. She laughed even louder as the ice
reached the middle of her soles, and she jerked furiously at her
restraints as the cube tortured her ticklish arches.
Brad moved to the toes, drawing screams from Lisa as he
finished her feet. Then he used the end of the soap bar to
scrape up and down her wet, painted soles. While he lathered
Lisa, he began icing Denise, and quickly her loud shrieks of
laughter joined Lisa's as her soles grew cold and wet. Lisa
received a short break as Brad moved the soap to Denise's feet,
soaping and rubbing her soles until she thrashed and pleaded for
him to stop.
At this point, things got worse. With a toothbrush in hand,
Brad set out to scrub the ink off the four, beautiful, bubble
covered soles that were tied helplessly before him. Lisa
immediately broke into uncontrollable laughter as Brad held her
toes back and scraped her soles with the brush. As her laughter
died down, Denise's picked up when he began to scrape her soles
clean. The captive pair could not prevent the demonic tickling
their feet were being subjected to; they could only squirm their
tired, sweating bodies, looking at each other in stunned
amazement as they howled with laughter.
Brad was in heaven, teasing and tickling their delicious
bare feet, enjoying their high pitched laughter and futile
attempts to squirm free. He scraped the bristles all over, from
rounded soft heels, up to their pale, squirming arches. Tickling
their arches and toes got the best reactions, and in no time they
were going mad! Brad looked up from Lisa's quivering soles to
see her face wet with tears, her hair clinging to her forehead in
sweaty strands. As he tickled Denise, he noticed that she was
tossing her head from side to side, squealing loudly as tears of
laughter started rolling down her cheeks. Brad kept tormenting
their ticklish feet for the next few minutes, by which time the
captives had reached the point where they begged for it all to
end. As they panted and giggled in near exhaustion, Brad wiped
their soles down with a cloth and warm water.
The tickled pair received one last breather, before the
final part of their ordeal. Brad took up two long-handled
paintbrushes and knelt between the pair, one brush aimed at
Lisa's right armpit and the other hovering over Denise's left
armpit. Laughter erupted immediately as the women felt the
bristles tickle their smooth, ticklish pits. Brad tickled back
and forth between his girlfriend and his neighbour, stroking the
pair's naked bodies as they squealed and rocked the bed. He
tickled them both all over - their armpits, undersides of their
breasts, inside their navels, and all along their ribs. Soon he
had them nearing hysteria again.
As the pair continued their raucous giggling, Brad decided
it was time to bring things to a conclusion. He stopped
tickling, and instead went to untie Denise's ankles. "Thank
God!" Denise cried in reply. "It's not over yet," Brad said,
freeing her wrists. "At least not for Lisa, anyway!" he
finished, laughing. Lisa whined in protest, but Denise didn't
care if her friend was going to be tickled some more. She just
wanted to get out before she could be tickled again!
Denise hurriedly pulled on her bra and shirt, then went to
get her shoes. Brad had picked them up, and now offered them to
her. Denise managed a small smile as he handed her back her
runners, then said good-bye to both of her tickle-crazy friends.
Brad listened to her leave, enjoying the unmistakable sound of
bare feet jogging across the cement floor. The wooden echo of
her feet bounding up the basement steps told him that she wasn't
wasting any time in getting out. Brad assumed that the tickling
had been too much for her, and shrugging, returned to his still
bound girlfriend.
Lisa's familiar laughter caught up with Denise just as she
was approaching the back door of Brad's house. She wondered how
much more poor Lisa could take. Denise ran home as fast as she
could, stripping her clothes off as she hurled herself onto her
bed, where she promptly began to replay the afternoon's events in
her mind. She got to the point where Lisa had just started
tickling her feet in the stocks when she finally screamed out in
powerful orgasmic release.
And that was something Lisa would not get to experience for
close to another long, torturous hour.
