“Ladies,” the rich female voice continued from the speakers, “One or both of your husbands will cum for me in the next 24 hours. The first one who does will be my new sex slave and tickle toy for the rest of his natural life. You will never see him again. The one who holds out the longest will be allowed to return home with his wife. Nothing will change this.”
“Like hell!” Lori screamed. She again tried to pull the gray metal door off the hinges. Melissa showed her rage by hurling a water glass at the large screen showing two naked and bound men. The door did not budge, and the glass bounced harmlessly off the giant television. Seeing the futility of their actions, both women started swearing at the voice, using words that would have made a sailor blush.
The female voice did not respond, but on the television screen, two new figures appeared. A blond moved towards Lori’s husband Donovan while a redhead sat next to Melissa’s husband Neal. Both women were extremely beautiful, wearing skimpy lingerie which did more to accent their gifts instead of concealing them. The blond started raking the fingers of one hand over Donovan’s exposed armpit and squeezing his ribs with the other. The redhead poked her fingers into Evan’s waist while wiggling the fingers of her other hand over his belly.
With the men’s arms fastened over their heads at the wrists and their legs tied at the ankles, there was nothing they could do to fight back or resist. Donovan squeezed his eyes shut while Neal held his breath and tossed his head from side to side. There tormenters were talented, however, knowing the exact touch to use on tender flesh. Soon, the men had no choice but to start laughing.
The laughter and cries for help washed over Lori and Melissa, coming from every direction from the hidden speakers. It was a surround sound of hysteria. The girls yelled louder, demanding that the sluts stop touching their husbands, but if anything, the women seemed to start tickling harder, wiggling their long nails faster over more and more skin. The men’s laughter grew and grew.
But their laughter wasn’t the only thing growing. Completely naked, neither Donovan or Neal could hide the fact that their members were starting to swell. There wives soon noticed not only their husband’s penises hardening, but the women tickling them starting to look at the pink shafts of flesh with undisguised longing. Lori and Melissa felt their anger starting to cool, replaced by cold fear. What were they planning on doing with there husbands?
The tickling lasted a few minutes after the wives stopped their temper tantrum. The blond and redhead seemed to delight in making both men beg as their members became fully erect. But eventually, at some unseen signal, they stopped their torture.
“Despite their dislike of being tickled, both of your husbands are used to tickling as foreplay because of your fetishes for it” the disembodied female voice continued, “Every minute you allow my friends to play with Donovan and Neal increases their sexual excitement. That will leave them less able to resist the challenges I plan on putting them through today. Is that what you wish?”
“No,” Lori said reluctantly. When Melissa didn’t answer immediately, the redhead started tickling Neal’s side again. After a few whoops and guffaws from her mate, Melissa reluctantly agreed with Lori.
“Good,” the voice continued, “Any further acts of disobedience will result in more tickling or worse for your husbands. How much foreplay they receive will undoubtedly be a major factor in which one climaxes first and stays with me forever, and which one holds out and goes home with you.
Melissa struggled to remain calm. Yesterday, the four of them had been on vacation on a tropical island. She and Lori had planned the trip for months, determined to have such a good time it would put their college exploits to shame. She could remember leaving the hotel, determined to do some shopping and see the tourist spots. Then nothing.
Now, she had woken up in a locked room, not knowing where exactly she was or who was holding her prisoner, staring at her husband naked and tied spread eagle. She had to watch some redhead touch her husband in places only his wife should ever see, and listen to some woman was talking about making Neal her slave for life. The scariest part was that this woman might just have the power to make that happen. What if she lost Neal to this lunatic? Those thoughts made Melissa’s blood run cold.
“What do you want us to do?” Melissa finally asked, somehow keeping her voice even. There were other questions she wanted to make, accusations she wanted to hurl, but she did not dare. She hated this unseen woman, but knew she held all the cards.
“You’re not going to go along with this, are you?” Lori asked shocked, “We’ve got to get out of here! We’ve got to…”
“Do what,” Melissa snapped, “Sit here and watch our spouses be tickled and fondled by some floozies? Maybe you want to eat popcorn while that blond bitch makes Donovan cum like a volcano? No, I have to help Neal. No matter what.”
“Well said, Melissa,” the voice said, sounding more sultry than before, “You will be rewarded for realizing the necessity of your compliance. Your partner will be spared this time.”
While the redhead remained standing next to Neal’s bed, the blond climbed on with Donovan. She stretched out, pressing her body against him. Then she began kissing his neck up and down while her fingers began tracing his bicep.
Donovan’s eyes opened wide, and his mouth started breaking into a grin from the light tickles on his arm. He also began making strange grunting noises and the tongue on his neck started getting to him. That only got worse when the blond started nibbling on his tender ear lobe.
Lori could say nothing. She was clearly outraged by what was happening to her man, but afraid to say a word less she make it worse. She stood their in silence, listening to Donovan begging the strange woman between giggles as he tried to resist the blonds tickly fingernail growing closer to his underarm. She watched her partner’s face as he tried to not let his sexual excitement show, as that tongue kept licking his ear. But she knew, as any wife would, what Donovan was feeling. And Lori knew it was her fault it was happening.
“Donovan, baby, I’m sorry!” Lori cried out, “I didn’t mean…”
“They cannot hear us,” the female voice said, “Donovan does not know, Lori, that it is your actions causing him such discomfort…if it can be called that. He just knows that he is now closer to being mine. He tries hard to resist her, but there is only so much he can take. He is only a man.”
The woman drove Donovan crazy by slipping her finger into his armpit and teasing his sparse underarm hair. Her mouth was now locked onto Donovan’s kissing him hard and deep. It was the blond‘s other hand that concerned Lori most. It caressed her husband‘s chest, working lower towards the swollen treasure between his legs. What will happen, Lori wondered, when she reaches it?
Donovan couldn’t cry out with the woman’s tongue down his throat. He couldn’t beg her to stop or sk her to keep going. But Lori saw his eyes. They were wide with fear. Her spouse was scared, as no man making out with a beautiful woman should ever be. Lori turned away, unable to watch her spouses reaction. He knows what voiced said will happen if he cums, Lori realized with a start, and he believes it! God, what had she done to him?!
The blond’s hand got as low as Donovan’s belly button before she received some unseen signal to stop. She removed her mouth from his, leaving Donovan to try and catch his breath and somehow relax his ever growing member.
“Do you have anything to say now, Lori” the voice asked.
“What do you want us to do?” Lori choked through the words as if they burned her lips.
“Take off your shoes and socks, then sit on the floor,” the female voice said, smug satisfaction dripping from each word.”
After that display, neither woman was ready to refuse such a simple request. Unlike their husbands, they had woken up in the clothes that they had worn yesterday while walking around the island. After being slept in and being worn for the second day, they should have been wrinkled and dirty. They were not. Melissa was surprised to note as she removed her shoes that even her socks were snow white and smelled April fresh. Soon both women’s feet were bare.
Next, Lori and Melissa were instructed to sit on the floor facing each other with their legs opened in a ‘V‘ shape. Following orders, the women moved closer to each other until their bare feet were in reach of their friend. Both felt extremely silly and self conscious, but a look at the screen and their helpless husbands reminded them of why they were doing it.
“Now,” the female voice continued, “You will tickle each others feet while your men watch. The first woman to pull her feet away loses and her partner will pay the consequences. This time, Lori, your man will know exactly why he suffers. You may begin.”
Melissa could only stare at her friends feet, stunned. To her, tickling had always been sexual. To tickle her oldest friends foot, one she thought of like a sister, would be embarrassing and shameful. For a minute, she didn’t know if she could do it.
Lori had no such hesitation. Melissa was her best friend, brides maid at her honeymoon and the only person she would have considered as godmother to any future children. But on the screen, Lori could see both the blond and redhead moving towards their respective prisoner‘s feet. She knew how sensitive Donovan‘s feet were, and she refused to be responsible for him suffering anymore. This invisible mystery woman was crazy, and she was not going to give her any chance to take that insanity out on her man. Lori attacked.
Her long fingernails hit the center of Melissa’s soles, taking her completely by surprise. Melissa’s feet were small, so Lori was able to cover both of them with her sharp nails from instep to their outer edge. She raked her fingers up and down, immediately forcing Melissa to erupt with laughter.
“HE EHEhe ehH ehH ehehehhe Loriiiihehehehehehehe whaahahahahaaatttt are you doohohohohooinnggggg he eheheheheheheh whyyyhihihihihihihhi……….” she managed to blurt out. Her first temptation was to pull her feet away from Lori’s fingers, but, remembering the rules of the game, Melissa stopped herself just in time.
“I’m sorry,” Lori answered, still raking her nails up and down from the balls of Melissa’s feet to her heels, “But I won’t lose Donovan!”
A look of cold steel pushed out the hysteria in Melissa’s eyes. She reached out and started tickling the crease that ran down the center of Lori’s soles. The opposite of Melissa’s feet, Lori’s were so large she had a hard time finding ladies shoes. Melissa’s slender fingers almost seemed lost on those large, pink feet, but there effect was not.
Now it was Lori’s turn to throw back her head and howl. Distracted by the feelings shooting up from the bottoms of her feet, her own tickling fingers slowed, becoming clumsier and less effective.
“Some ehe heheh friend! If you he ehehehheh don’t lose heheheheh Donovan, then I aha losssssseeeheheh ehe eheh ahahahha bittchhchchchchhh he eheheh takeeesssssss heehawed Neal! Youhhuuuuhuuu whoorreee eheheheeh eheheh!!!” With the tickling on her own feet lessening, Melissa found enough air between giggles to lash out.
“No, Lori,” Donovan’s voice came echoing into the room through the speakers, “Don’t lose her! Keep tickling! Please! For me!” He could see the blond eyeing his feet like fresh meat, and new how awful that could be.
Lori, spurned on, renewed her tickle attack. She moved up her nails and planted them firmly on the balls of Melissa’s petite feet, vibrating them back and forth. Melissa’s laughter now spiked, causing her tickle attack to lose momentum.
“If heh heehh ifffff heheheh ittssss save Donovannnnn or he ehehEHEH eheh Neal he eehehe I pick pick pick heheeheh Donovananananhah ahahaha!!!!”
Melissa tried wiggling her feet back and forth, but they just couldn’t escape those tickling nails. Less than an inch from her toes, the sensation was pure agony! It was so hard to keep tickling, so hard to keep her legs still! She had to lock her knees just to have a chance.
“Don’t give up baby,” now it was Neal’s turn to get nervous, “Don’t give up. Get her!! Get her good!!!”
And Melissa did. The tickling on her feet was too maddening for her to organize her attack, but she did move her fingers up to Lori’s toes. They were long and slender, almost like a child’s fingers. Melissa started flicking her fingertips up and down them, forcing Lori to clench her toes to try and keep them out.
Lori went wild again. Her toes were so ticklish! But this time, she didn’t become disorientated. Squeezing her toes shut tightly kept out the worst of the tickling. She was able to keep on tickling as hard as she could, not giving Melissa the break she needed to figure out a better way to tickle Lori‘s sensitive toes. Melissa soon gave them up and started wiggling her fingers over Lori’s high arches.
The tickle contest went on for a while, both woman bellowing with laughter. It became hard to think, the tickling rendering them unable to concentrate. But as their men called out encouragement, begging them to not give up, both Lori and Melissa found the strength to somehow keep their fingers wiggling.
It seemed the contest might never end. Both woman’s lungs started to burn, and their legs began hurting as they had to clench their thigh and calf keep them from involuntarily pulling away. They had to fight every instinct in their body to yank their poor feet to safety. Somehow, they continued.
Melissa seemed to be getting the worst of it. Both women had been reduced to mindlessly scribbling their nails up and down their opponents feet, but Melissa’s feet were so small that Lori was hitting her worst spots every few seconds by blind luck. Lori’s larger feet made random strokes on her weak areas fewer and farther between. Neal felt a heavy feeling in his stomach as he realized he would probably be the one tortured next.
Noislessly, the door Lori had failed to bash down opened, and to new women entered. Each had short brunette hair and carried a long feather. Neither Lori or Melissa noticed them. They were completely absorbed into their tickle fight. The men called out warnings, but neither of their wives even turned their head.
One brunette walked up to each woman, and without a word, began flicking that feather over their bare neck and ears. Yesterday had been a hot one in the tropics, so both Lori and Melissa had chosen to wear a low cut blouse. This left ample skin to tickle.
Lori flicked her head from side to side, as if she was being bothered by a fly. Melissa tried to swat the feather away, but the brunette easily avoided her clumsy hand while keeping the plume on Melissa’s white skin, so that didn’t easy her ticklish burden. Worse, when she removed one hand from Lori’s feet, her friend regained enough sanity to focus her tickle attacks more, concentrating on the spot right beneath Melissa’s big toe. She quickly moved both hands back to tickling Lori’s large feet.
“H EHEH EHEHEHEHEHH NAAWWWTTT THERERER HEEHH EHEHEH PLEEAASSEE HE EHEHEHHEH LORRIIIII HEHEH EHEHEHEHH NAAWWTTTT THEREREREHEHEHEH!!!!” Melisa could never handle having that spot beneath her big toe tickled. In her current state, it was agony!
Had the brunettes done nothing else, Melissa would have lost. Having that tickled was definitely sending her sliding down the drain faster than Lori. But they weren’t done. Smiling at each other, the brunettes began running the feather tips over Lori’s and Melissa’s cleavage. Both women were large enough to have several inches of flesh popping out past the neckline of their blouses. With the top of their breasts now tickled, both women slid a step further into insanity.
It actually helped Melissa, as Lori lost that magic spot on her foot though the tears that now trickled from her own eyes. Not that she would have appreciated it, as Melissa could feel every plume of the feather tick across her sensitive bosom. Her legs began to quiver and shake as if the nerves were giving contrary messages to her muscles, some saying stay put, others saying pull back.
Donovan and Neal had stopped shouting out advice, realizing that their wives were beyond listening. They also avoided looking at each other, both realizing that the other one would have to suffer for them to escape. So the men just kept their eyes on their wives struggles, hoping against hope that their woman would prove stronger.
After tickling Lori and Melissa’s chests for several minutes, both brunettes seemed to realize that their job was done. If either woman was going to break from the soft feather’s kiss on their breasts, they would have done it by now. They stopped tickling, and walked to the door. Before they left, however, one put a bottle of clear liquid between Lori and Melissa.
Lori barely registered the bottle. Whatever tiny part of her brain was still rational dismissed it as water. She desperately wanting a drink to parch her horse throat, but she was too focused on victory to really consider it. She kept on tickling Melissa’s feet.
Something about the shape of the bottle and the way its contents gleamed in the light made Melissa‘s eyes light up. Even with its label carefully removed, she recognized that bottle. Taking a big risk, she stopped tickling Lori’s feet and grabbed the bottle.
As the relief of the end of the tickling flooded over Lori, she redoubled her attack. She hit that magic spot beneath Melissa’s big toe on both of her small feet. Lighting shot up Melissa’s legs as the tickling shook her body like never before. She had the bottle opened by now and spilled half of its contents all over herself.
“You lose, Neal” Donovan said, his voice filled with relief, “Your wife gave it all up for a drink of water she won’t even manage to get into her mouth! Its over for her.”
“That,” Neal said simply, “is not water.”
Despite spilling most of it, Melissa had managed to cover her hands with the clear substance. Fully hysterical and cackling like a witch, Melissa reached back for Lori’s feet. She grabbed at her toes, still clenched shut to keep the tickles out. This time, however, Melissa’s fingers easily slipped between Lori’s toes and started scratching at the tender skin beneath, for her hands were covered with baby oil.
Lori had never allowed lubricants to be used in the bedroom. They stained the sheets and blankets. Besides, wetness was something she had never had a problem with. Now she was paying the price. She hadn’t known the damage oily fingers could do to delicate skin. They moved under and between her toes with ease, were able to press harder on the balls of her feet and soles without scratching the skin, and move so fast it felt like twenty fingers were tormenting her. Now it was Lori’s turn to howl.
“HA AHAHAH AHAHAHH AHAHH STAWWWPPPP AHAH AHAHAH NAWWOO TOEESS AHAH AHAH NAWWOO PIGGYYSS AH AHA AAHAHAH GETT AHAHAHH OOUUUT AH AHAHHAH PLEAASSEEEHA AHAHA AHAHAH PLEAASSEEEE HAHAHAHAAHH!!!!!”
Lori’s fingers fell of Melissa’s magic spots, allowing Melissa to tickle better, to target Lori‘s very worst spot, her pinkie toes. One finger slid up and down the side of Lori’s pinkie toe while another burrowed underneath it. Soon, Lori was so overwhelmed by ticklish madness, she could barely keep her nails on Melissa’s feet at all. She howled and bucked and screamed.
Lori could take no more. She tried grabbing Melissa’s hands, to hold on to them and keep them from torturing her piggies. But they just slipped from Lori’s grasp. All at once, she pulled her feet away from Melissa’s oily fingers and placed the safely under her own bottom. She had lost.
“No!” Donovan screamed, “No, baby don’t do this to me!” Victory had been so close! He could see the blond break into a huge grin. She was going to fondle and tickle him. Would he be able to resist her again? He could only hope as she bent down closer and closer to his feet.
To be continued in Part 2.
“Like hell!” Lori screamed. She again tried to pull the gray metal door off the hinges. Melissa showed her rage by hurling a water glass at the large screen showing two naked and bound men. The door did not budge, and the glass bounced harmlessly off the giant television. Seeing the futility of their actions, both women started swearing at the voice, using words that would have made a sailor blush.
The female voice did not respond, but on the television screen, two new figures appeared. A blond moved towards Lori’s husband Donovan while a redhead sat next to Melissa’s husband Neal. Both women were extremely beautiful, wearing skimpy lingerie which did more to accent their gifts instead of concealing them. The blond started raking the fingers of one hand over Donovan’s exposed armpit and squeezing his ribs with the other. The redhead poked her fingers into Evan’s waist while wiggling the fingers of her other hand over his belly.
With the men’s arms fastened over their heads at the wrists and their legs tied at the ankles, there was nothing they could do to fight back or resist. Donovan squeezed his eyes shut while Neal held his breath and tossed his head from side to side. There tormenters were talented, however, knowing the exact touch to use on tender flesh. Soon, the men had no choice but to start laughing.
The laughter and cries for help washed over Lori and Melissa, coming from every direction from the hidden speakers. It was a surround sound of hysteria. The girls yelled louder, demanding that the sluts stop touching their husbands, but if anything, the women seemed to start tickling harder, wiggling their long nails faster over more and more skin. The men’s laughter grew and grew.
But their laughter wasn’t the only thing growing. Completely naked, neither Donovan or Neal could hide the fact that their members were starting to swell. There wives soon noticed not only their husband’s penises hardening, but the women tickling them starting to look at the pink shafts of flesh with undisguised longing. Lori and Melissa felt their anger starting to cool, replaced by cold fear. What were they planning on doing with there husbands?
The tickling lasted a few minutes after the wives stopped their temper tantrum. The blond and redhead seemed to delight in making both men beg as their members became fully erect. But eventually, at some unseen signal, they stopped their torture.
“Despite their dislike of being tickled, both of your husbands are used to tickling as foreplay because of your fetishes for it” the disembodied female voice continued, “Every minute you allow my friends to play with Donovan and Neal increases their sexual excitement. That will leave them less able to resist the challenges I plan on putting them through today. Is that what you wish?”
“No,” Lori said reluctantly. When Melissa didn’t answer immediately, the redhead started tickling Neal’s side again. After a few whoops and guffaws from her mate, Melissa reluctantly agreed with Lori.
“Good,” the voice continued, “Any further acts of disobedience will result in more tickling or worse for your husbands. How much foreplay they receive will undoubtedly be a major factor in which one climaxes first and stays with me forever, and which one holds out and goes home with you.
Melissa struggled to remain calm. Yesterday, the four of them had been on vacation on a tropical island. She and Lori had planned the trip for months, determined to have such a good time it would put their college exploits to shame. She could remember leaving the hotel, determined to do some shopping and see the tourist spots. Then nothing.
Now, she had woken up in a locked room, not knowing where exactly she was or who was holding her prisoner, staring at her husband naked and tied spread eagle. She had to watch some redhead touch her husband in places only his wife should ever see, and listen to some woman was talking about making Neal her slave for life. The scariest part was that this woman might just have the power to make that happen. What if she lost Neal to this lunatic? Those thoughts made Melissa’s blood run cold.
“What do you want us to do?” Melissa finally asked, somehow keeping her voice even. There were other questions she wanted to make, accusations she wanted to hurl, but she did not dare. She hated this unseen woman, but knew she held all the cards.
“You’re not going to go along with this, are you?” Lori asked shocked, “We’ve got to get out of here! We’ve got to…”
“Do what,” Melissa snapped, “Sit here and watch our spouses be tickled and fondled by some floozies? Maybe you want to eat popcorn while that blond bitch makes Donovan cum like a volcano? No, I have to help Neal. No matter what.”
“Well said, Melissa,” the voice said, sounding more sultry than before, “You will be rewarded for realizing the necessity of your compliance. Your partner will be spared this time.”
While the redhead remained standing next to Neal’s bed, the blond climbed on with Donovan. She stretched out, pressing her body against him. Then she began kissing his neck up and down while her fingers began tracing his bicep.
Donovan’s eyes opened wide, and his mouth started breaking into a grin from the light tickles on his arm. He also began making strange grunting noises and the tongue on his neck started getting to him. That only got worse when the blond started nibbling on his tender ear lobe.
Lori could say nothing. She was clearly outraged by what was happening to her man, but afraid to say a word less she make it worse. She stood their in silence, listening to Donovan begging the strange woman between giggles as he tried to resist the blonds tickly fingernail growing closer to his underarm. She watched her partner’s face as he tried to not let his sexual excitement show, as that tongue kept licking his ear. But she knew, as any wife would, what Donovan was feeling. And Lori knew it was her fault it was happening.
“Donovan, baby, I’m sorry!” Lori cried out, “I didn’t mean…”
“They cannot hear us,” the female voice said, “Donovan does not know, Lori, that it is your actions causing him such discomfort…if it can be called that. He just knows that he is now closer to being mine. He tries hard to resist her, but there is only so much he can take. He is only a man.”
The woman drove Donovan crazy by slipping her finger into his armpit and teasing his sparse underarm hair. Her mouth was now locked onto Donovan’s kissing him hard and deep. It was the blond‘s other hand that concerned Lori most. It caressed her husband‘s chest, working lower towards the swollen treasure between his legs. What will happen, Lori wondered, when she reaches it?
Donovan couldn’t cry out with the woman’s tongue down his throat. He couldn’t beg her to stop or sk her to keep going. But Lori saw his eyes. They were wide with fear. Her spouse was scared, as no man making out with a beautiful woman should ever be. Lori turned away, unable to watch her spouses reaction. He knows what voiced said will happen if he cums, Lori realized with a start, and he believes it! God, what had she done to him?!
The blond’s hand got as low as Donovan’s belly button before she received some unseen signal to stop. She removed her mouth from his, leaving Donovan to try and catch his breath and somehow relax his ever growing member.
“Do you have anything to say now, Lori” the voice asked.
“What do you want us to do?” Lori choked through the words as if they burned her lips.
“Take off your shoes and socks, then sit on the floor,” the female voice said, smug satisfaction dripping from each word.”
After that display, neither woman was ready to refuse such a simple request. Unlike their husbands, they had woken up in the clothes that they had worn yesterday while walking around the island. After being slept in and being worn for the second day, they should have been wrinkled and dirty. They were not. Melissa was surprised to note as she removed her shoes that even her socks were snow white and smelled April fresh. Soon both women’s feet were bare.
Next, Lori and Melissa were instructed to sit on the floor facing each other with their legs opened in a ‘V‘ shape. Following orders, the women moved closer to each other until their bare feet were in reach of their friend. Both felt extremely silly and self conscious, but a look at the screen and their helpless husbands reminded them of why they were doing it.
“Now,” the female voice continued, “You will tickle each others feet while your men watch. The first woman to pull her feet away loses and her partner will pay the consequences. This time, Lori, your man will know exactly why he suffers. You may begin.”
Melissa could only stare at her friends feet, stunned. To her, tickling had always been sexual. To tickle her oldest friends foot, one she thought of like a sister, would be embarrassing and shameful. For a minute, she didn’t know if she could do it.
Lori had no such hesitation. Melissa was her best friend, brides maid at her honeymoon and the only person she would have considered as godmother to any future children. But on the screen, Lori could see both the blond and redhead moving towards their respective prisoner‘s feet. She knew how sensitive Donovan‘s feet were, and she refused to be responsible for him suffering anymore. This invisible mystery woman was crazy, and she was not going to give her any chance to take that insanity out on her man. Lori attacked.
Her long fingernails hit the center of Melissa’s soles, taking her completely by surprise. Melissa’s feet were small, so Lori was able to cover both of them with her sharp nails from instep to their outer edge. She raked her fingers up and down, immediately forcing Melissa to erupt with laughter.
“HE EHEhe ehH ehH ehehehhe Loriiiihehehehehehehe whaahahahahaaatttt are you doohohohohooinnggggg he eheheheheheheh whyyyhihihihihihihhi……….” she managed to blurt out. Her first temptation was to pull her feet away from Lori’s fingers, but, remembering the rules of the game, Melissa stopped herself just in time.
“I’m sorry,” Lori answered, still raking her nails up and down from the balls of Melissa’s feet to her heels, “But I won’t lose Donovan!”
A look of cold steel pushed out the hysteria in Melissa’s eyes. She reached out and started tickling the crease that ran down the center of Lori’s soles. The opposite of Melissa’s feet, Lori’s were so large she had a hard time finding ladies shoes. Melissa’s slender fingers almost seemed lost on those large, pink feet, but there effect was not.
Now it was Lori’s turn to throw back her head and howl. Distracted by the feelings shooting up from the bottoms of her feet, her own tickling fingers slowed, becoming clumsier and less effective.
“Some ehe heheh friend! If you he ehehehheh don’t lose heheheheh Donovan, then I aha losssssseeeheheh ehe eheh ahahahha bittchhchchchchhh he eheheh takeeesssssss heehawed Neal! Youhhuuuuhuuu whoorreee eheheheeh eheheh!!!” With the tickling on her own feet lessening, Melissa found enough air between giggles to lash out.
“No, Lori,” Donovan’s voice came echoing into the room through the speakers, “Don’t lose her! Keep tickling! Please! For me!” He could see the blond eyeing his feet like fresh meat, and new how awful that could be.
Lori, spurned on, renewed her tickle attack. She moved up her nails and planted them firmly on the balls of Melissa’s petite feet, vibrating them back and forth. Melissa’s laughter now spiked, causing her tickle attack to lose momentum.
“If heh heehh ifffff heheheh ittssss save Donovannnnn or he ehehEHEH eheh Neal he eehehe I pick pick pick heheeheh Donovananananhah ahahaha!!!!”
Melissa tried wiggling her feet back and forth, but they just couldn’t escape those tickling nails. Less than an inch from her toes, the sensation was pure agony! It was so hard to keep tickling, so hard to keep her legs still! She had to lock her knees just to have a chance.
“Don’t give up baby,” now it was Neal’s turn to get nervous, “Don’t give up. Get her!! Get her good!!!”
And Melissa did. The tickling on her feet was too maddening for her to organize her attack, but she did move her fingers up to Lori’s toes. They were long and slender, almost like a child’s fingers. Melissa started flicking her fingertips up and down them, forcing Lori to clench her toes to try and keep them out.
Lori went wild again. Her toes were so ticklish! But this time, she didn’t become disorientated. Squeezing her toes shut tightly kept out the worst of the tickling. She was able to keep on tickling as hard as she could, not giving Melissa the break she needed to figure out a better way to tickle Lori‘s sensitive toes. Melissa soon gave them up and started wiggling her fingers over Lori’s high arches.
The tickle contest went on for a while, both woman bellowing with laughter. It became hard to think, the tickling rendering them unable to concentrate. But as their men called out encouragement, begging them to not give up, both Lori and Melissa found the strength to somehow keep their fingers wiggling.
It seemed the contest might never end. Both woman’s lungs started to burn, and their legs began hurting as they had to clench their thigh and calf keep them from involuntarily pulling away. They had to fight every instinct in their body to yank their poor feet to safety. Somehow, they continued.
Melissa seemed to be getting the worst of it. Both women had been reduced to mindlessly scribbling their nails up and down their opponents feet, but Melissa’s feet were so small that Lori was hitting her worst spots every few seconds by blind luck. Lori’s larger feet made random strokes on her weak areas fewer and farther between. Neal felt a heavy feeling in his stomach as he realized he would probably be the one tortured next.
Noislessly, the door Lori had failed to bash down opened, and to new women entered. Each had short brunette hair and carried a long feather. Neither Lori or Melissa noticed them. They were completely absorbed into their tickle fight. The men called out warnings, but neither of their wives even turned their head.
One brunette walked up to each woman, and without a word, began flicking that feather over their bare neck and ears. Yesterday had been a hot one in the tropics, so both Lori and Melissa had chosen to wear a low cut blouse. This left ample skin to tickle.
Lori flicked her head from side to side, as if she was being bothered by a fly. Melissa tried to swat the feather away, but the brunette easily avoided her clumsy hand while keeping the plume on Melissa’s white skin, so that didn’t easy her ticklish burden. Worse, when she removed one hand from Lori’s feet, her friend regained enough sanity to focus her tickle attacks more, concentrating on the spot right beneath Melissa’s big toe. She quickly moved both hands back to tickling Lori’s large feet.
“H EHEH EHEHEHEHEHH NAAWWWTTT THERERER HEEHH EHEHEH PLEEAASSEE HE EHEHEHHEH LORRIIIII HEHEH EHEHEHEHH NAAWWTTTT THEREREREHEHEHEH!!!!” Melisa could never handle having that spot beneath her big toe tickled. In her current state, it was agony!
Had the brunettes done nothing else, Melissa would have lost. Having that tickled was definitely sending her sliding down the drain faster than Lori. But they weren’t done. Smiling at each other, the brunettes began running the feather tips over Lori’s and Melissa’s cleavage. Both women were large enough to have several inches of flesh popping out past the neckline of their blouses. With the top of their breasts now tickled, both women slid a step further into insanity.
It actually helped Melissa, as Lori lost that magic spot on her foot though the tears that now trickled from her own eyes. Not that she would have appreciated it, as Melissa could feel every plume of the feather tick across her sensitive bosom. Her legs began to quiver and shake as if the nerves were giving contrary messages to her muscles, some saying stay put, others saying pull back.
Donovan and Neal had stopped shouting out advice, realizing that their wives were beyond listening. They also avoided looking at each other, both realizing that the other one would have to suffer for them to escape. So the men just kept their eyes on their wives struggles, hoping against hope that their woman would prove stronger.
After tickling Lori and Melissa’s chests for several minutes, both brunettes seemed to realize that their job was done. If either woman was going to break from the soft feather’s kiss on their breasts, they would have done it by now. They stopped tickling, and walked to the door. Before they left, however, one put a bottle of clear liquid between Lori and Melissa.
Lori barely registered the bottle. Whatever tiny part of her brain was still rational dismissed it as water. She desperately wanting a drink to parch her horse throat, but she was too focused on victory to really consider it. She kept on tickling Melissa’s feet.
Something about the shape of the bottle and the way its contents gleamed in the light made Melissa‘s eyes light up. Even with its label carefully removed, she recognized that bottle. Taking a big risk, she stopped tickling Lori’s feet and grabbed the bottle.
As the relief of the end of the tickling flooded over Lori, she redoubled her attack. She hit that magic spot beneath Melissa’s big toe on both of her small feet. Lighting shot up Melissa’s legs as the tickling shook her body like never before. She had the bottle opened by now and spilled half of its contents all over herself.
“You lose, Neal” Donovan said, his voice filled with relief, “Your wife gave it all up for a drink of water she won’t even manage to get into her mouth! Its over for her.”
“That,” Neal said simply, “is not water.”
Despite spilling most of it, Melissa had managed to cover her hands with the clear substance. Fully hysterical and cackling like a witch, Melissa reached back for Lori’s feet. She grabbed at her toes, still clenched shut to keep the tickles out. This time, however, Melissa’s fingers easily slipped between Lori’s toes and started scratching at the tender skin beneath, for her hands were covered with baby oil.
Lori had never allowed lubricants to be used in the bedroom. They stained the sheets and blankets. Besides, wetness was something she had never had a problem with. Now she was paying the price. She hadn’t known the damage oily fingers could do to delicate skin. They moved under and between her toes with ease, were able to press harder on the balls of her feet and soles without scratching the skin, and move so fast it felt like twenty fingers were tormenting her. Now it was Lori’s turn to howl.
“HA AHAHAH AHAHAHH AHAHH STAWWWPPPP AHAH AHAHAH NAWWOO TOEESS AHAH AHAH NAWWOO PIGGYYSS AH AHA AAHAHAH GETT AHAHAHH OOUUUT AH AHAHHAH PLEAASSEEEHA AHAHA AHAHAH PLEAASSEEEE HAHAHAHAAHH!!!!!”
Lori’s fingers fell of Melissa’s magic spots, allowing Melissa to tickle better, to target Lori‘s very worst spot, her pinkie toes. One finger slid up and down the side of Lori’s pinkie toe while another burrowed underneath it. Soon, Lori was so overwhelmed by ticklish madness, she could barely keep her nails on Melissa’s feet at all. She howled and bucked and screamed.
Lori could take no more. She tried grabbing Melissa’s hands, to hold on to them and keep them from torturing her piggies. But they just slipped from Lori’s grasp. All at once, she pulled her feet away from Melissa’s oily fingers and placed the safely under her own bottom. She had lost.
“No!” Donovan screamed, “No, baby don’t do this to me!” Victory had been so close! He could see the blond break into a huge grin. She was going to fondle and tickle him. Would he be able to resist her again? He could only hope as she bent down closer and closer to his feet.
To be continued in Part 2.
