NEW!!! "When Your Husband Cums, He's Mine" PART 4! Nonconsentual/Adult F/m, F/f
Donovan lay still strapped to his bed, as he had been ever since he had woken up in this madhouse. He could hear his friend Neal cackling on the bed beside him. That noise had been frequent background noise these last few hours. If he turned his head, Donovan could see the cause of Neal’s laughter. The red haired temptress was tickling him with her feet.
She had one big toe dug into the center of Neal’s, wiggling it back and forth and driving the man mad. Her other foot was pressed into Neal’s side, vibrating the toes against his ribs. The woman seemed to have tremendous agility with her toes, as much as some people had with their fingers. It was as if she had been practicing for just moments like this. And for all Donovan knew, she had.
Should they both get out of this alive, Donovan didn’t know how he would ever face his friend again. He had seen far too much of Neal’s naked body, of his penis rigid and straight as an arrow. He had heard his moans, groans and hysterical laughter far too much. It would be hard to go bowling after this and complain about the damn Bears losing again.
“Do you enjoy watching your friend being tortured?” a voice asked.
It was the blond woman, the one that had served as his personal temptress these past hours. Donovan knew he should dread seeing her, should spit at her and call her vile names. Part of him wanted to do just that, but, in truth, part of him was growing quite attached to the woman. Lori and he had met in high school, fallen in love and gotten married soon after. She had been his first and, before this day, only real lover. As much as Donovan knew this woman was trying to twist him around her little finger so he could be dominated and subverted, she had also touched him in places, made him feel things only his dear wife had in the past.
No, Donovan couldn’t hate this mysterious blond woman. He only hoped he wasn’t falling in love with her.
“No, of course not,” he said, trying not to let his eyes roam over her body, “I feel sorry for him! I feel sorry for me! You two are so cruel to do this to us. I don’t know how you live with yourself.”
“Yes,” the blond practically purred, “So very, very cruel. Cruel enough to do this,” she gently ran her fingers down Donovan’s neck, half caressing, half tickling. When he opened his lips to respond to the sensation, the blond fastened her mouth to Donovan’s, giving him a deep, wet kiss.
Her tongue filled his mouth as the scent of her filled his brain. Donovan responded, kissing back just as hard, probing her mouth with his own, while his hips thrust up as much as his bonds would let him. Had his arms been free, he would have pulled the blond on top of him, caressing her back and any other body parts he could have reached.
“Poor, poor Donovan,” the blond said mockingly, minutes later when she broke the kiss despite his hungry mouth trying to hold on, “So unwilling. You’d think you were enjoying this…or this…” She reached down and petted his penis like it was a cat, causing it to grow rigid immediately. Donovan couldn’t help but moan.
“What are you going to do next?” Donovan breathed, trying to regain control of the conversation “Tempt me with your feet like poor Neal?” He hated responding to her touch even as he wished she’d do much more. It was maddening, wanting her so and wanting to escape from her almost as much.
“Heavens no,” the blond moved closer to Donovan, “Your about as into feet as your into guys. You’re more traditional, Donovan. You’re a breast man.” She was wearing the same skimpy lingerie as the redhead, revealing most of her body while conceal the most intimate places. She unfastened the top, letting her large breasts hang out.
They were spectacular, full without sagging too much, with perfect pink nipples dead in the center. Horny as he was, Donovan found he could not take his eyes off of them.
“Lori used these to turn you into her own personal little tickle toy, didn‘t she? Do you think mine can hypnotize you too?” She asked, turning slightly so Donovan could get a better look at her boobies.
“She…she didn’t turn me into anything!” Donovan barked, a little fire returning at the mention of his wife, “She isn’t like you!”
“Oh no?” the blond asked, “Why do you think we picked you and Lori? Or Melissa and Neal for that matter? The girls have already worked so hard at making you into their playthings in the bedroom, dominating you, using you to fulfill their own fantasies. We knew it would be easy for us to do the same. After all, breaking the stallion is the hard part. Once that’s done, anyone can ride him.”
“No! That’s not true!” Donovan yelled, “Lori never did these thing to me! Not like you have!”
“But she did sweetie,“ the blond smiled, caressing Donovan’s cheek, “And it wasn’t simple, either! Melissa had a much easier time with Neal. He’s a footman, and every footman, even those who don’t like tickling, knows how to use it to have an excuse to get there hands on there woman’s soles now and again. All she had to do was let Neal tickle her feet a few times, pretending it was all his idea of course, and then demand quid pro quo. By there third date, Melissa had Neal tickled senseless, hysterical and willing to do anything she wanted.”
“But you,” the blond was slowly lowering her bare breasts closer to Donovan, “Were much harder for poor Lori to break. You wanted nothing to do with tickling or feet. Luckily for her, you were a horny teenager. You’d have stuck your hand in a meat grinder for a look at Lori’s breasts. She offered you peeks at them if she could tickle you. You found it strange, sure, but you didn’t care, as long as you got what you wanted. Soon she was letting you touch them if she got to tickle you longer. Then suck them. What did Lori offer you, Donovan, to let her tie you up and tickle you all she wanted?”
“She let me go all the way,” Donovan said in a whisper, horrified at the personal information coming out of his tormentors mouth, “How do you know all this?”
“Do you think I’m doing something to you that Lori hasn’t already done? You never wanted to be tickled, Donovan. She used your passions to get you to fulfils her own, kinky desires. She turned you into a tickleslave by seducing you with her breasts. Now, I’m doing the very same thing. The only difference is I’m being honest about it.”
Her breasts were now only inches from Donovan’s face, so close he could have licked one if he had stuck out his tongue. He was growing rapidly between his legs, swelling up without even being touched. Desire flooded through him. Those breasts!!!
“It was all part of Lori’s plan from the beginning. In fact, she never would have even dated you if you hadn’t learned how ticklish you were. Don’t believe me? You asked her out several times, and she always turned you down. Than, only a few days after those girls tickled you senseless at that party, she slips you that note. Coincidence?”
Was that true? Donovan remembered the party she was talking about. There had been too much alcohol, a few girls going wild. But instead of removing clothes, Rachel and Thelma had tackled him, tickled him when he‘d been too drunk to resist. Had that been why Lori had suddenly had a change of heart? Because she’d heard rumors of that night? Donovan was having such a hard time thinking! It was as if the blonde‘s calm voice and her swaying breasts were hypnotizing him. His eyes might have been glued to the blonde’s breasts. He wanted them so. And if he believed this woman, if Lori had been using him from the beginning, maybe he had a right to take them!
“Go on, lick them, kiss them. You’ll get no worse from me than you’ve gotten from your own dear wife. Maybe you’ll even enjoy it more?” Her nipple was on Donovan’s lips now, soft and round, giving off a sweet odor that stabbed through Donovan’s brain.
God, did he want to! But he also knew what happened to him if he gave in to this woman. Good bye Lori, good bye life. Hello to be tickled every day! Still, god he wanted them! Donovan forced his head to shake ‘No’. It was the only type of response his brain could still give in its highly distracted state.
“Just as well,” the blond said, pulling back though making no move to cover up, “This is too close how the redhead tried to seduce Neal. All I’m doing is substituting a different body part. She used feet, I use boobies. Hardly original. And the people watching love originality.”
People watching? What did she mean by that, Neal wondered. He almost asked her that question, but he was suddenly afraid that if he opened his mouth, she would just shove her breast into it. And if that nipple touched his tongue…Donovan didn’t think he would be able to control himself.
The blond straddled his chest, then slid herself down his body. For one glorious moment, her silky panties slid across Donovan’s rock hard shaft. Then he felt her perched on his thighs.
“Unfortunately, boobs can‘t tickle you like toes can, but they can do one thing that feet can’t. Boobs can bounce.” With that, the blond plunged her fingers into Donovan’s hips.
Donovan howled. She knew just how to work her fingers into the hard muscle and bone there to drag out every bit of ticklish agony. And as Donovan laughed, his body started thrusting up and down, causing the blond to move with it, and her boobs to start bouncing wildly.
Even as he cackled hysterically, Donovan kept an eye on those jiggling mammaries, aroused by them even in the peak of ticklish agony.
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Lori continued her walk down the corridor, adrenaline still racing through her blood from her last encounter. This place just kept getting more and more horrible every minute! If the stakes hadn’t the freedom of the man she loved, Lori would have sat down and refused to move an inch!
How had they turned something as pure and wonderful as puppies into a tool of torture? Lori could still remember her feeling of relief as she had entered that room, fearing god know what, and seeing a half dozen playful pups and their mother. How adorable!
At first, the puppies had acted normal, smelling Lori’s legs and dancing around her as they yipped and yapped. But then they had gone for her feet, the puppies licking their tops and sides! Still, those weren’t the more ticklish parts of Lori’s feet, and it hadn’t been nearly as bad as most of the other tickles she had experienced. Giggling more from the puppies antics then the sensation, Lori had still found them cute. At least until one little tongue got under her foot and caressed Lori’s bare sole! That had made her squeal, and suddenly realize her danger!
Still, there had been an easy answer. The room was only about twenty feet long. Lori would just slide her feet across the floor, as if she was ice skating! That would have protected her sensitive soles.
But them mamma had intervened. About the size of a St. Bernard, she had blocked Lori’s path. Then, before Lori could react, she had just placed her huge paw on Lori’s chest and pushed her down to the ground. Immediately the puppies had attacked her bare soles, licking them as ferociously as if they had been coated in dog food.
Oh, how she howled!! Those little tongues got everywhere, over her arches, under her toes and covering the balls of her feet with warm, wet caresses. It was awful! She tried to roll over, to get away, but mamma put that big paw on her stomach, and gently held her in place.
Laughing out of control, Lori’s hysterical eyes met the mother dogs. The animal was still calm, but seemed to be telling her “My babies need a quick treat. Be a good girl and lie still until they are done.” Oh, but it tickled so much! And Lori just didn’t have time to let them have their fill of her soles!
But the puppies didn’t care. With Lori trapped on her back, they feasted on her soles, clever little tongues chasing every bit of the stuff on her feet. They probed into the creases on her soles and dug between her toes. It was totally unbearable!
As the tears welled up in her eyes, Lori could see the mother dog’s head leaning in closer. Lori didn’t know if she was just checking out her puppies meal more closely, or getting ready to get a snack of her own. She knew there was no way she could handle that! Thinking fast, Lori reached out and gave the dog a quick bop on the nose. That had stunned the huge dog, letting Lori push away the puppies and get to her feet.
If hitting the huge dog in the nose had seemed a bad idea, what she did next seemed almost suicidal. She jumped on mamma’s back, the large dogs solid body easily supporting her weight. From there, Lori had gone the only way still opened to her. Up. While on her back being licked by the puppies, she the ceiling had bars going across, like the monkey bars in a playground. Using mamma as a step stool, she had jumped up and grabbed one.
After that, all Lori had to do to escape was to work her way across the bars, hand over hand, until she was out of the room. Or it would have been simple if mamma dog hadn’t still been able to reach her feet.
The mamma’s tongue was just like her, big and rough as sandpaper. It covered Lori’s entire sole in just one big lick, from toe to heel and arch to instep. The jolt of pure hysteria caused by the first lick almost caused Lori to let go of the bars.
The rest of the trip was a nightmare, with Lori dangling from the ceiling, constantly reaching for the next bar, while mamma dog attacked her bare soles. Soon, her shoulders burned and her arm muscles felt like wet noodles, while kicking her legs wildly and practically barking with wild laughter.
The only thing that saved Lori was mamma dog’s methodical nature. Had she licked her feet rapidly, Lori probably would have been overwhelmed by the tickling sensation and plummeted into the pile of puppies always beneath her. Instead mamma took her time, licking slowly, first Lori‘s left sole, than her right. Even in her weakened state, Lori could usually climb across two or three bars before the mother dog, always following beneath her, would lick again. It was as if mamma was savoring Lori’s soles, taking the time to make sure each lick was just right.
Eventually, Lori had made it across, swinging her body through the opened door and kicking it closed behind her. She still remember that feeling of exhilaration, knowing she had overcome yet another obstacle in her path! Yet, there was no celebration. Lori had to keep going.
Even now, as she walked again down the corridor, Lori’s bare feet still tingled and felt extra sensitive, as if she had just had a long pedicure. And in a way she had! Mamma and her babies hadn’t left a trace of dead skin on those tootsies! That, of course, would also make them even more ticklish! Oh, what she wouldn’t do for a pair of boots!
After that, the passageway twisted and turned, but it never forked. There seemed to be no more choices. Lori followed it for what she hoped was only several minutes, but with no watch or clock, she had no way to judge time. That meant this, she hoped, had to be the right path. It was too far to turn back now, even if she could get past the dogs a second time. Either this was the way to Donovan, or all was lost.
The passageway ended, as legions of D&D players could have predicted, at a door. Lori knew that behind it would be her next challenge. Counting the climbing wall and the dogs, this would make the third. If her evil captors followed traditional myth structure, this would make it the final and most difficult.
Lori sighed. The third challenge, for all it’s near impossibility, would also be completely unavoidable. She would have to defeat it if she had any hopes of seeing her husband again. Fully expecting to enter some kind of dark and twisted nightmare, one that would fully test her courage, strength and intelligence, Lori pushed the door open and stepped inside.
And found herself in an elementary gymnasium! It was all set up for a physical education class. Wrestling mats were laid out in one corner. An obstacle course, with plastic rings on the floor instead of old tires, was in another one. A volleyball net, the top only as high as Lori’s shoulders, was stretched out in the middle. Two gymnastics rings, a vaulting horse and a pair of uneven bars, all of them sized for children, were on the far wall. Balls for every sport and jump ropes were scattered everywhere.
“Well, this is not what I was expecting,” Lori mumbled to herself. She cautiously walked into the gym, looking around her for any sign of threat. Unlike the dogs, Lori found nothing in this room cute or adorable. P.E. class had never been one of her favorites when she was in school. At least this time she wouldn’t have to run any laps!
Out of the corner of her eye, Lori saw movement. She turned to look, ready to defend herself. It was a cardboard cut out of a coach, silver whistle in his mouth as if he were just about to blow. It took Lori couple of crucial seconds to realize that this foe was not her own P.E. instructor come back to life, but was in fact two dimensional.
A female popped up from her hiding place behind Lori. She threw a red dodge ball, hitting Lori hard in the back of the head. As in a cartoon, she saw stars, as her eyes crossed from the pain.
“You’re out!” a soprano voice cut through the fog in Lori’s mind, “Time for your penalty!”
Then, the person was directly behind her, reaching out and grabbing Lori’s unprotected ribcage. Long, tapered fingers began squeezing her sides, making Lori squeal with laughter. Still stunned from the blow to the head, Lori was slow to defend herself. Belatedly, she brought her arms up to her chest, trying to protect herself.
The tickler lowered her hands and started tickling Lori’s bottom. From behind, it was the perfect target. She danced her fingertips down Lori’s squishy cheeks, and poked them into the crease formed where the thighs met the body. Lori laughed harder, bouncing forward and moved her hands down to protect her sensitive anatomy.
Again, the tickler followed, this time reaching around and tickling Lori’s waist, digging her fingers into her hipbone and letting her sharp fingernails wander down over the tops of Lori’s thighs.
“He ehe ehehe ehehe stawwwppp he eheheh ee eheheheh pleeaasseee he eheheheh eh…” Lori danced forward again, trying to run from those tickly fingers, to shield this new part of her body being attack. Again, the tickler was one step ahead of her.
This time, she tickled the backs of Lori’s knees, drilling into that tender flesh. Lori’s legs jerked, throwing her off balance, just as she reached the edge of the thick, blue wrestling mats. Rendered completely uncoordinated by the tickling, Lori tripped over the mat’s edge and fell flat on her face.
Her fall did buy Lori a few seconds of not being tickled. Her head clearing, Lori quickly turned over on his back so she could see her attacker.
“You!” she said in surprise to the woman who now loomed high above her. It was one of the brunette twins who had so tormented her and Melissa while they had still been in their cell.
“It was fun tickling you while held on to that bar, desperate not to let go, and while you tried to climb that wall and tried not to fall off,” the brunette said with an evil grin in her eye, but I think this is going to be more fun!” She reached down and squeezed Lori’s sides, right below her ribs, making the large chested woman laugh again, and wiggle on the mat like a worm.
Naked, except for her panties, there was no way Lori could defend herself. No matter what part of her body she tried to cover, there was plenty of bare flesh left over for the brunette to focus on. And there was no way Lori could fight back, unless she could stand up. And a few tickles to the right stop foiled that plan every single time she tried.
It seemed pretty hopeless for Lori, turning from side to side, vainly trying to avoid the brunette’s tickling fingers, except for one fact. Lori had grown up with four brothers, and four brothers who had loved to wrestle. That fact had been good for two things in Lori’s life. The first was that it had served as the research for a paper on proto-homoerotic activities in preteen males in a psychology class she‘d taken. The other was the Lori had picked up a few good moves.
She braced one leg in front of the brunette’s shin, while she kicked her hard behind the knee with the other. The result was that the brunette fell hard. Now she was the one picking cobwebs out of her attic!
Lori rolled over on top of the brunette and suddenly she was the one on the offensive. The brunette wasn’t wearing much more than Lori was, just a tight pair of shorts and a sports bra. However, where Lori’s body was more full figured, the brunette’s could best be described as athletic, like a runners or a member of the volleyball team. Plus, she was several years younger than Lori’s 28. There was no doubt if all they did was wrestle, the brunette would win easily.
Luckily, Lori hadn’t planned on wrestling. She launched her own tickle attack, going for the brunette’s bare belly. Now it was her turn to laugh, a high pitched wail that echoes from the gymnasium’s ceilings.
“HE ehe HE EHEHE ehHEH grrrrr he eheheh eheh ohm he ehehe hehe yeahahahahahah!!!!!” The brunette wasted little time in tickling back. She reached out and grabbed Lori’s thighs, squeezing the firm flesh and sending tickling waves coursing through Lori’s body.
Lori collapsed upon her tickle victim as the muscles in her legs turned to jell-o. This time, however, she didn’t bother trying to get the brunette’s hands off of her. She had finally learned the impossibility of that. She just kept on tickling, wiggling her fingers faster over her attackers flat tummy, digging into the muscle behind the softness.
Both women were now lost in hysterics, there brains only able to register the sensations sweeping over their body and keep their own fingers tickling at the same time. There laughter mixed, Lori’s more of an alto register while the brunette’s was definitely a soprano, forming a weird frenzied melody. They started rolling around on the mats like a beast with two backs, first Lori on the bottom, then the brunette, both desperately trying to find some kind of advantage in this tickle fight.
The advantage came as the women rolled up against a seam between two mats. The new mat hadn’t been laid perfectly flat, and it had a wrinkle running down the middle, a line where the mat was bunching up. That left a small gap between it and the gymnasium floor. By pure luck, the brunette was on the bottom as the two rolled right next to that wrinkle. Throwing out her left hand to stabilize herself, the brunette’s arm accidentally slipped through that gap and under the mat as far as her elbow.
Right at the edge of the blue mat was a cart holding metal folding chairs. They were the kind that could be quickly set up, turning the large room from a P.E. classroom to an auditorium, ready for parents to come in and watch a school play or a Christmas concert. Seeing the cart out of the corner of her eye, a plan instantly appeared in Lori’s mind, as fully formed as if somebody was whispering it in her ear.
Reaching out, Lori grabbed the cart and pulled it onto the mat. The cart had large wheels, like a dolly, and it rolled over the brunette’s arm like it was a speed bump. Under two inches of blue mat, her arm was not bruised or even scratched, but the weight of the cart easily pinned it in place.
The brunette tugged with all her might, like a wolf with its leg in a trap, but like that wolf, her limb was held fast. Nothing she could do could slide her arm out even an inch. It was then she knew she was in trouble.
Lori wasted no time pressing her advantage. Already on top, she straddled the brunette, sitting on her waist. She also grabbed the trapped woman’s unbound arm, pinning it to the mat. She could feel the brunette struggling beneath her, trying to buck her off or free either of her arms. Here, Lori’s heavier body and strong thighs worked to her advantage. She was able to keep her prey right where she wanted her.
She started tickling the bicep of the arm trapped underneath the mat. Light flicks of her fingertips started at the brunette’s elbow, right where it disappeared under the matt, and slowly danced over the muscle.
“Now pretty, pretty,” Lori taunted the woman, “You are going to answer some questions for me. Tell me, what’s your name?”
The affect the soft tickles were having on the brunette were obvious. Her eyes were opened wide, and the corners of her mouth kept threatening to turn up into a smile. She shook her head ‘No’, not daring to let herself speak.
“Oh, come on, you can tell little old me….” Lori replied, tickling farther down her arm, feeling the hysteria building in the brunette with each centimeter her fingers traveled. She had been a victim in this godforsaken place ever since she had woken up here. Now she was in control, giving out the torment instead of receiving it. For Lori, it was an absolutely delicious feeling.
“He ehehehe eheh Debbbbbbb ehehe ehehehhehheheheheh myyyyyyyhe eheh hehe miry name ehe eheh eheheh isssss he eheheehehh Deeeeeehehehhhehbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb,” she finally blurted out when Lori’s fingers were close to her underarm. She knew what it would mean to her to be tickled there, and was desperate to head that off. But the tickling didn’t stop.
“Pleased to meet you, Deb,” Lori answered calmly, as if the two women were meeting at a coffee house somewhere, “Now, why don’t you tell me whose in charge around here.” She was now tickling the very edge of the brunette’s underarm, and the warm skin was calling her fingers forward.
The brunette, Deb, shook her head. “Youuhuhuhuhuhu should he eheh eheheh gooo eheheheheheheh!!!! Save he ehehehe yourrrr husband he ehehehehehehehe!!!! Youhuhuhuhuhu he eheheh don’tttt have he eheheh timmmeee for thisssssssss he eheheheheheeeh!”
“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you Deb,” Lori said in a sultry voice, “You’d get your arm free in seconds if I wasn’t on top of you. You’d jump me before I even got to the door. No, I think I’d better get you under control first.” With that, Lori slipped her fingers into Deb’s underarm. Her reaction was electric.
“HE EHEHEHEHEHEH NAWWWWOOWOOOOO HEHEHEHEH NAWWWTTT HEHE EHEHEHEHEHEHEH NAWWWOOOOOO HE EHEHEHEHEH HEHEHHEHEHE AAHAA AHAHAH AHAHAHHAHHAHH STAWWWWWWPPPPPP !!!!!!!!!” Deb was howling now, her body violently bucking, like a bull in a rodeo. Lori had to squeeze tightly with her thighs to avoid being thrown off.
“Wow, you sure like your pities tickled, don’t you?” Lori taunted while she continued to stroke the taut skin. Lori had always enjoyed tickling Donovan’s armpits, but it was nothing like this. His wiry underarm hair always got in the way, and he never seemed as ticklish there as he did other places. Now Deb’s underarms were white as milk, softer than silk and without even the slightest trace of hair or stubble. They were heaven to touch, and she didn’t want to stop.
“Now, little Deb, why don’t you tell me whose in charge around here? What’s her name?” Lori asked. She knew she needed to go rescue her husband, but she also needed information. Their captor definitely had the upper hand. If she couldn’t find a way to turn the tables on the pervert who had imprisoned them, they might never get free.
Besides, she was enjoying this way too much! She had tickled Donovan often, and he never enjoyed it, but he could hardly be called averse to the whole thing. He always agreed to be tied up, knowing the torments she had in store for him, because sex would be the end result. But now she was sitting on top of someone truly unwilling. Deb was fighting with everything she had to break free, and still Lori was able to force the tickling on her. This was the greatest sexual experience of Lori’s life!
“HEHEH EHEHEHEH HEHEH CANNNNN’T H EHEH EHEHEHEEHEHEHH TELLLLLELLLL EH EHEHEHH E YOOOUUUU HEHE EHEHEHHEH PLEHE HEHEHEHEH HEHE PLEEAASSEEHE EHEHEEHEH CANNNNNN’TTT HE EHEHE TELLLLLLL HEEHEHEH YOOUOUOUOU HEHEHEHEEH!!!!!”
“Sure you can sweetie, just say the name,” Lori was gently twisting one finger in the dead center of Deb’s armpit. It was driving the woman absolutely crazy!
“MISTRESSSSS HE EHEHHEHEH MISTRESSSSSSS HEEHEHEH EHEHEHEH WEEHEHEH EHEEHHEH CALLLLL HEHEHEEEEEERRRRRRR MISTRESSSSSS!!!!!”
“And how do I find your mistress? How do I force her to let me and Donovan go?” Lori was now raking four fingernails over that armpit, covering it from edge to edge. Up and down, sometimes slowly, others fast. One time with a feather light touch, the next hard enough to leave red lines.
But Deb refused to say another word. For minutes, she howled and howled, begging Lori to stop even as she kept fighting to break free. It was obvious that she was more afraid of her boss than she was of Lori, even in her current predicament.
“Oh, come on,” Lori continued, as Deb’s pitiful cries spiked again and again, “You know I’m going to own you soon. Then I’ll be the mistress. Might as well tell me now.” With Donovan, she’d always had to be careful not to tickle him too much. She’d always worried that she’d push him to far, and he’d never want to play there tickle games again. But with Deb, she could torment her as viciously as she wanted too! There was no limit, no safe word! Just a body squirming wildly underneath hers, and the softest armpit ever under her fingertips!
“HE EHEHEH EHEH NAWWWWOOOOO HE EHEHEH EH NAWWTT HE EHEH YOOUUUU HEHE EHEHE EHE OWNNNEEDDD HE EHEEH BY BY BY HE EHEHEHE MISTRESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” The thought of being possessed by someone other than the mistress was a nightmarish one to Deb, one that threatened hundreds of hours of conditioning. But it tickled so much!!! How long could she hold out?
Lori was sure Deb was weakening. She had tickled Donovan enough to know when his strength was giving out. It was shortly after that that he would do or say anything she wanted him to. But she knew that Deb was stronger than her husband, would fight even harder not to give up her secrets. She’d have to bring out the big guns.
“You know what that means,” Lori said through Deb’s hysterical pleas, “I just going to have to lick that underarm of yours. A couple of strokes of my warm, wet tongue and you’ll be begging to tell me.” Licking someone’s underarm had always been a fantasy of hers. She hadn’t tried it with Donovan because she didn’t want a mouthful of hair and deodorant! That certainly wouldn’t be the case here! Lori leaned forward, determined to run her tongue over that delicious flesh.
Deb’s face would have turned white as a ghost had it not been as red as a tomato from all the tickling. There was no way she could stand having a tongue gliding over that super sensitive skin! She’d break like an egg! She had to do something now!
But, while licking the brunette‘s underarm would have been a dreadful blow to the woman‘s sanity, trying to do it was a costly mistake. Deb was not quite as close to surrender as Lori thought. She was little more than a slave herself in this place, and had been made helpless and tickled more times than Lori would have dreamed. Deb had learned how to keep her head while being tortured, how to keep looking for an avenue of escape long after somebody else would have given up and just submitted to the torture. And now she had her chance.
Because for Lori to lick Deb’s underarm, she had to lean way forward, shifting her weight off of the brunette’s hips. That would allow Deb’s legs the chance to finally do something she had been planning in the back of her mind almost since the tickling began.
What Lori hadn’t noticed was that the cart on top of the brunette’s arm had rolled forward during the tickling. Oh, it was still on her arm, but the front wheels had gone from being even with Deb’s shoulder to almost at her waist. Thrusting her hips forward, Deb kicked her leg as high as she could. She could have kicked Lori it the back of the head if she wanted. Instead, she kicked the cart, hard. Not that stable on the mat, the cart fell over on its side with a crash. Deb was free.
So used to being tickled, Deb needed no recovery time before launching an attack. She pushed Lori off of her, than began to tickle her ribs and belly, hoping to quickly put herself in a dominant position.
It was Lori that panicked. So zoned in on that delicious looking underarm, and on the sweet surrender her victim was sure to soon offer, she didn’t notice what Deb was up to. She just heard the crash and felt a free hand trying to tickle her. She mistakenly guessed that an ally had shown up to free Deb. Knowing she would have no chance against two women, she bounced to her feet and started to run across the gymnasium.
All she needed, Lori figured, was a few seconds head start. Surely it would take Deb a moment to get her head on straight, and her new ally a moment to check on her. That would be all the time Lori needed. She’d be across the gymnasium and out the door on the other side. Like the dogs, the women wouldn’t follow her, and she’d have passed trial three! It was too simple!
Lori forgot the volleyball net stretched across the center of the room..
This would have been bad enough if it was an ordinary volleyball net. It wasn’t. As it was designed, the right end of the net detached from its pole as soon as somebody made contact with it. Then, like a New Year’s Eve noisemaker after you stopped blowing into it, the net rolled itself up, wrapping around Lori’s torso, from waist to shoulders, and pinning her arms to her sides.
Lori fought desperately to slip out of the net, but its strands were as strong as steel and as sticky as a spider’s web. Nothing she could do could free either arm. A cold chill spread through Lori’s body as she realized just how helpless she was, and how completely Deb could now turn the tables on her. . She panicked, and started running.
She hadn’t gotten very far before Deb caught her. The brunette grabbed Lori by the shoulders and turned her around to face her attacker. The volleyball net, like all of its kind, was mostly full of holes. There was nothing stopping the brunette from slipping her fingers through the webbing and tickling Lori once again.
“Awww, is the poor baby ticklish here,” the brunette teased, “And …here?” How easy this was! It just took one arm firmly wrapped around Lori’s shoulders to control her body, leaving Deb’s other hand free to wander Lori’s naked belly, pinching and poking, making the larger woman laugh louder and louder.
“he ehe ehehehehe I’lllll heheheh kicckkkkkk he ehe eheh ehe youuuuuuuuuu heheh” Lori said, thrashing her body from side to side, but unable to knock Deb’s strong arm off her shoulders. She felt like a burrito, wrapped up and defenseless, but at least her legs were free!
“I’d like to see the ticklish little girl try,” the brunette said, now spider crawling her hand lower and lower over Lori’s tummy, increasing her torment.
Desperate, Lori did try to kick the brunette in the stomach, not realizing how off balance she’d be as soon as her bare foot left the wooden floor. With her body already shaking from the tickles and no hands to stabilize her, a simple push from Deb made Lori fall hard to the floor well before any blow from her could have landed. She was on her back, feeling much like a turtle in the same position.
“And a clumsy girl too,” Deb followed her down, straddling Lori just as she had been straddled before, except Deb put her weight on Lori’s thighs instead of her waist. Now she could use both hands to tickle the woman’s belly through the holes of the net, kneading the tender flesh, and digging into the muscle underneath.
“I know someone’s tickle spot,“ Deb sang even as her ten fingers grazed over Lori’s soft skin, “It’s her….belly button!” With that, the brunette slipped one fingernail into that small hole, and started gently scraping its inside walls.
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Lori erupted, screaming at the top of her lungs. She had always hated her belly button being tickled. She had worked hard to prevent Donovan from realizing how bad that spot was. And like all men, paying little attention to the non-erogenous zones, she had been largely effective. It wouldn’t work here.
“HA AHA AHAHAHAHAHA GAWWWDDD NAWWOWOWOWO AH AHAHA AHAHHAHAHH AHAHAHAHAH,” Lori shrieked, “ NAWWTTTT THAAATT AHA AHAHA AHAHA HA NAAWWWTTTT THEEERREEEE HAAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!”
“Just tell me this,” Deb asked, her calm voice the opposite of her victims frantic cries, “Who do you think is going to own whom now?” She found that she only needed to tickle Lori’s belly button to keep her full throated laughter bouncing off the walls. Gently twisting her index finger, scratching the sides with the hard edge of her nail, provided all the suffering Lori could handle.
“YOUUUUU AHAHAHAH AHAHHA ARRREEE EHAHAHAHHAHAH YOOOUUUU HAH AHAHAHHA AHAH ARREEERERERERERE!!!!!!” Lori’s body was wiggling so much it looked like a worm on the sidewalk in super fast motion.
“I told you, you should have gone off to rescue your husband when you had the chance,” Deb said while tickling, “Now you will never get the chance.”
The only answer Lori could give was to laugh even harder as Deb‘s talented hands, given a victim unable to fight back, quickly found the very worst spots on her belly. Unable to move either arm an inch, all she could do was toss her body from side to side in ticklish agony. Lori knew the brunette was right. She had failed her husband and failed herself. Now neither of them would ever regain their freedom.
Soon, Lori would have been satisfied by simply maintaining her sanity.
Only two parts left. I wonder how it will end?
Donovan lay still strapped to his bed, as he had been ever since he had woken up in this madhouse. He could hear his friend Neal cackling on the bed beside him. That noise had been frequent background noise these last few hours. If he turned his head, Donovan could see the cause of Neal’s laughter. The red haired temptress was tickling him with her feet.
She had one big toe dug into the center of Neal’s, wiggling it back and forth and driving the man mad. Her other foot was pressed into Neal’s side, vibrating the toes against his ribs. The woman seemed to have tremendous agility with her toes, as much as some people had with their fingers. It was as if she had been practicing for just moments like this. And for all Donovan knew, she had.
Should they both get out of this alive, Donovan didn’t know how he would ever face his friend again. He had seen far too much of Neal’s naked body, of his penis rigid and straight as an arrow. He had heard his moans, groans and hysterical laughter far too much. It would be hard to go bowling after this and complain about the damn Bears losing again.
“Do you enjoy watching your friend being tortured?” a voice asked.
It was the blond woman, the one that had served as his personal temptress these past hours. Donovan knew he should dread seeing her, should spit at her and call her vile names. Part of him wanted to do just that, but, in truth, part of him was growing quite attached to the woman. Lori and he had met in high school, fallen in love and gotten married soon after. She had been his first and, before this day, only real lover. As much as Donovan knew this woman was trying to twist him around her little finger so he could be dominated and subverted, she had also touched him in places, made him feel things only his dear wife had in the past.
No, Donovan couldn’t hate this mysterious blond woman. He only hoped he wasn’t falling in love with her.
“No, of course not,” he said, trying not to let his eyes roam over her body, “I feel sorry for him! I feel sorry for me! You two are so cruel to do this to us. I don’t know how you live with yourself.”
“Yes,” the blond practically purred, “So very, very cruel. Cruel enough to do this,” she gently ran her fingers down Donovan’s neck, half caressing, half tickling. When he opened his lips to respond to the sensation, the blond fastened her mouth to Donovan’s, giving him a deep, wet kiss.
Her tongue filled his mouth as the scent of her filled his brain. Donovan responded, kissing back just as hard, probing her mouth with his own, while his hips thrust up as much as his bonds would let him. Had his arms been free, he would have pulled the blond on top of him, caressing her back and any other body parts he could have reached.
“Poor, poor Donovan,” the blond said mockingly, minutes later when she broke the kiss despite his hungry mouth trying to hold on, “So unwilling. You’d think you were enjoying this…or this…” She reached down and petted his penis like it was a cat, causing it to grow rigid immediately. Donovan couldn’t help but moan.
“What are you going to do next?” Donovan breathed, trying to regain control of the conversation “Tempt me with your feet like poor Neal?” He hated responding to her touch even as he wished she’d do much more. It was maddening, wanting her so and wanting to escape from her almost as much.
“Heavens no,” the blond moved closer to Donovan, “Your about as into feet as your into guys. You’re more traditional, Donovan. You’re a breast man.” She was wearing the same skimpy lingerie as the redhead, revealing most of her body while conceal the most intimate places. She unfastened the top, letting her large breasts hang out.
They were spectacular, full without sagging too much, with perfect pink nipples dead in the center. Horny as he was, Donovan found he could not take his eyes off of them.
“Lori used these to turn you into her own personal little tickle toy, didn‘t she? Do you think mine can hypnotize you too?” She asked, turning slightly so Donovan could get a better look at her boobies.
“She…she didn’t turn me into anything!” Donovan barked, a little fire returning at the mention of his wife, “She isn’t like you!”
“Oh no?” the blond asked, “Why do you think we picked you and Lori? Or Melissa and Neal for that matter? The girls have already worked so hard at making you into their playthings in the bedroom, dominating you, using you to fulfill their own fantasies. We knew it would be easy for us to do the same. After all, breaking the stallion is the hard part. Once that’s done, anyone can ride him.”
“No! That’s not true!” Donovan yelled, “Lori never did these thing to me! Not like you have!”
“But she did sweetie,“ the blond smiled, caressing Donovan’s cheek, “And it wasn’t simple, either! Melissa had a much easier time with Neal. He’s a footman, and every footman, even those who don’t like tickling, knows how to use it to have an excuse to get there hands on there woman’s soles now and again. All she had to do was let Neal tickle her feet a few times, pretending it was all his idea of course, and then demand quid pro quo. By there third date, Melissa had Neal tickled senseless, hysterical and willing to do anything she wanted.”
“But you,” the blond was slowly lowering her bare breasts closer to Donovan, “Were much harder for poor Lori to break. You wanted nothing to do with tickling or feet. Luckily for her, you were a horny teenager. You’d have stuck your hand in a meat grinder for a look at Lori’s breasts. She offered you peeks at them if she could tickle you. You found it strange, sure, but you didn’t care, as long as you got what you wanted. Soon she was letting you touch them if she got to tickle you longer. Then suck them. What did Lori offer you, Donovan, to let her tie you up and tickle you all she wanted?”
“She let me go all the way,” Donovan said in a whisper, horrified at the personal information coming out of his tormentors mouth, “How do you know all this?”
“Do you think I’m doing something to you that Lori hasn’t already done? You never wanted to be tickled, Donovan. She used your passions to get you to fulfils her own, kinky desires. She turned you into a tickleslave by seducing you with her breasts. Now, I’m doing the very same thing. The only difference is I’m being honest about it.”
Her breasts were now only inches from Donovan’s face, so close he could have licked one if he had stuck out his tongue. He was growing rapidly between his legs, swelling up without even being touched. Desire flooded through him. Those breasts!!!
“It was all part of Lori’s plan from the beginning. In fact, she never would have even dated you if you hadn’t learned how ticklish you were. Don’t believe me? You asked her out several times, and she always turned you down. Than, only a few days after those girls tickled you senseless at that party, she slips you that note. Coincidence?”
Was that true? Donovan remembered the party she was talking about. There had been too much alcohol, a few girls going wild. But instead of removing clothes, Rachel and Thelma had tackled him, tickled him when he‘d been too drunk to resist. Had that been why Lori had suddenly had a change of heart? Because she’d heard rumors of that night? Donovan was having such a hard time thinking! It was as if the blonde‘s calm voice and her swaying breasts were hypnotizing him. His eyes might have been glued to the blonde’s breasts. He wanted them so. And if he believed this woman, if Lori had been using him from the beginning, maybe he had a right to take them!
“Go on, lick them, kiss them. You’ll get no worse from me than you’ve gotten from your own dear wife. Maybe you’ll even enjoy it more?” Her nipple was on Donovan’s lips now, soft and round, giving off a sweet odor that stabbed through Donovan’s brain.
God, did he want to! But he also knew what happened to him if he gave in to this woman. Good bye Lori, good bye life. Hello to be tickled every day! Still, god he wanted them! Donovan forced his head to shake ‘No’. It was the only type of response his brain could still give in its highly distracted state.
“Just as well,” the blond said, pulling back though making no move to cover up, “This is too close how the redhead tried to seduce Neal. All I’m doing is substituting a different body part. She used feet, I use boobies. Hardly original. And the people watching love originality.”
People watching? What did she mean by that, Neal wondered. He almost asked her that question, but he was suddenly afraid that if he opened his mouth, she would just shove her breast into it. And if that nipple touched his tongue…Donovan didn’t think he would be able to control himself.
The blond straddled his chest, then slid herself down his body. For one glorious moment, her silky panties slid across Donovan’s rock hard shaft. Then he felt her perched on his thighs.
“Unfortunately, boobs can‘t tickle you like toes can, but they can do one thing that feet can’t. Boobs can bounce.” With that, the blond plunged her fingers into Donovan’s hips.
Donovan howled. She knew just how to work her fingers into the hard muscle and bone there to drag out every bit of ticklish agony. And as Donovan laughed, his body started thrusting up and down, causing the blond to move with it, and her boobs to start bouncing wildly.
Even as he cackled hysterically, Donovan kept an eye on those jiggling mammaries, aroused by them even in the peak of ticklish agony.
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Lori continued her walk down the corridor, adrenaline still racing through her blood from her last encounter. This place just kept getting more and more horrible every minute! If the stakes hadn’t the freedom of the man she loved, Lori would have sat down and refused to move an inch!
How had they turned something as pure and wonderful as puppies into a tool of torture? Lori could still remember her feeling of relief as she had entered that room, fearing god know what, and seeing a half dozen playful pups and their mother. How adorable!
At first, the puppies had acted normal, smelling Lori’s legs and dancing around her as they yipped and yapped. But then they had gone for her feet, the puppies licking their tops and sides! Still, those weren’t the more ticklish parts of Lori’s feet, and it hadn’t been nearly as bad as most of the other tickles she had experienced. Giggling more from the puppies antics then the sensation, Lori had still found them cute. At least until one little tongue got under her foot and caressed Lori’s bare sole! That had made her squeal, and suddenly realize her danger!
Still, there had been an easy answer. The room was only about twenty feet long. Lori would just slide her feet across the floor, as if she was ice skating! That would have protected her sensitive soles.
But them mamma had intervened. About the size of a St. Bernard, she had blocked Lori’s path. Then, before Lori could react, she had just placed her huge paw on Lori’s chest and pushed her down to the ground. Immediately the puppies had attacked her bare soles, licking them as ferociously as if they had been coated in dog food.
Oh, how she howled!! Those little tongues got everywhere, over her arches, under her toes and covering the balls of her feet with warm, wet caresses. It was awful! She tried to roll over, to get away, but mamma put that big paw on her stomach, and gently held her in place.
Laughing out of control, Lori’s hysterical eyes met the mother dogs. The animal was still calm, but seemed to be telling her “My babies need a quick treat. Be a good girl and lie still until they are done.” Oh, but it tickled so much! And Lori just didn’t have time to let them have their fill of her soles!
But the puppies didn’t care. With Lori trapped on her back, they feasted on her soles, clever little tongues chasing every bit of the stuff on her feet. They probed into the creases on her soles and dug between her toes. It was totally unbearable!
As the tears welled up in her eyes, Lori could see the mother dog’s head leaning in closer. Lori didn’t know if she was just checking out her puppies meal more closely, or getting ready to get a snack of her own. She knew there was no way she could handle that! Thinking fast, Lori reached out and gave the dog a quick bop on the nose. That had stunned the huge dog, letting Lori push away the puppies and get to her feet.
If hitting the huge dog in the nose had seemed a bad idea, what she did next seemed almost suicidal. She jumped on mamma’s back, the large dogs solid body easily supporting her weight. From there, Lori had gone the only way still opened to her. Up. While on her back being licked by the puppies, she the ceiling had bars going across, like the monkey bars in a playground. Using mamma as a step stool, she had jumped up and grabbed one.
After that, all Lori had to do to escape was to work her way across the bars, hand over hand, until she was out of the room. Or it would have been simple if mamma dog hadn’t still been able to reach her feet.
The mamma’s tongue was just like her, big and rough as sandpaper. It covered Lori’s entire sole in just one big lick, from toe to heel and arch to instep. The jolt of pure hysteria caused by the first lick almost caused Lori to let go of the bars.
The rest of the trip was a nightmare, with Lori dangling from the ceiling, constantly reaching for the next bar, while mamma dog attacked her bare soles. Soon, her shoulders burned and her arm muscles felt like wet noodles, while kicking her legs wildly and practically barking with wild laughter.
The only thing that saved Lori was mamma dog’s methodical nature. Had she licked her feet rapidly, Lori probably would have been overwhelmed by the tickling sensation and plummeted into the pile of puppies always beneath her. Instead mamma took her time, licking slowly, first Lori‘s left sole, than her right. Even in her weakened state, Lori could usually climb across two or three bars before the mother dog, always following beneath her, would lick again. It was as if mamma was savoring Lori’s soles, taking the time to make sure each lick was just right.
Eventually, Lori had made it across, swinging her body through the opened door and kicking it closed behind her. She still remember that feeling of exhilaration, knowing she had overcome yet another obstacle in her path! Yet, there was no celebration. Lori had to keep going.
Even now, as she walked again down the corridor, Lori’s bare feet still tingled and felt extra sensitive, as if she had just had a long pedicure. And in a way she had! Mamma and her babies hadn’t left a trace of dead skin on those tootsies! That, of course, would also make them even more ticklish! Oh, what she wouldn’t do for a pair of boots!
After that, the passageway twisted and turned, but it never forked. There seemed to be no more choices. Lori followed it for what she hoped was only several minutes, but with no watch or clock, she had no way to judge time. That meant this, she hoped, had to be the right path. It was too far to turn back now, even if she could get past the dogs a second time. Either this was the way to Donovan, or all was lost.
The passageway ended, as legions of D&D players could have predicted, at a door. Lori knew that behind it would be her next challenge. Counting the climbing wall and the dogs, this would make the third. If her evil captors followed traditional myth structure, this would make it the final and most difficult.
Lori sighed. The third challenge, for all it’s near impossibility, would also be completely unavoidable. She would have to defeat it if she had any hopes of seeing her husband again. Fully expecting to enter some kind of dark and twisted nightmare, one that would fully test her courage, strength and intelligence, Lori pushed the door open and stepped inside.
And found herself in an elementary gymnasium! It was all set up for a physical education class. Wrestling mats were laid out in one corner. An obstacle course, with plastic rings on the floor instead of old tires, was in another one. A volleyball net, the top only as high as Lori’s shoulders, was stretched out in the middle. Two gymnastics rings, a vaulting horse and a pair of uneven bars, all of them sized for children, were on the far wall. Balls for every sport and jump ropes were scattered everywhere.
“Well, this is not what I was expecting,” Lori mumbled to herself. She cautiously walked into the gym, looking around her for any sign of threat. Unlike the dogs, Lori found nothing in this room cute or adorable. P.E. class had never been one of her favorites when she was in school. At least this time she wouldn’t have to run any laps!
Out of the corner of her eye, Lori saw movement. She turned to look, ready to defend herself. It was a cardboard cut out of a coach, silver whistle in his mouth as if he were just about to blow. It took Lori couple of crucial seconds to realize that this foe was not her own P.E. instructor come back to life, but was in fact two dimensional.
A female popped up from her hiding place behind Lori. She threw a red dodge ball, hitting Lori hard in the back of the head. As in a cartoon, she saw stars, as her eyes crossed from the pain.
“You’re out!” a soprano voice cut through the fog in Lori’s mind, “Time for your penalty!”
Then, the person was directly behind her, reaching out and grabbing Lori’s unprotected ribcage. Long, tapered fingers began squeezing her sides, making Lori squeal with laughter. Still stunned from the blow to the head, Lori was slow to defend herself. Belatedly, she brought her arms up to her chest, trying to protect herself.
The tickler lowered her hands and started tickling Lori’s bottom. From behind, it was the perfect target. She danced her fingertips down Lori’s squishy cheeks, and poked them into the crease formed where the thighs met the body. Lori laughed harder, bouncing forward and moved her hands down to protect her sensitive anatomy.
Again, the tickler followed, this time reaching around and tickling Lori’s waist, digging her fingers into her hipbone and letting her sharp fingernails wander down over the tops of Lori’s thighs.
“He ehe ehehe ehehe stawwwppp he eheheh ee eheheheh pleeaasseee he eheheheh eh…” Lori danced forward again, trying to run from those tickly fingers, to shield this new part of her body being attack. Again, the tickler was one step ahead of her.
This time, she tickled the backs of Lori’s knees, drilling into that tender flesh. Lori’s legs jerked, throwing her off balance, just as she reached the edge of the thick, blue wrestling mats. Rendered completely uncoordinated by the tickling, Lori tripped over the mat’s edge and fell flat on her face.
Her fall did buy Lori a few seconds of not being tickled. Her head clearing, Lori quickly turned over on his back so she could see her attacker.
“You!” she said in surprise to the woman who now loomed high above her. It was one of the brunette twins who had so tormented her and Melissa while they had still been in their cell.
“It was fun tickling you while held on to that bar, desperate not to let go, and while you tried to climb that wall and tried not to fall off,” the brunette said with an evil grin in her eye, but I think this is going to be more fun!” She reached down and squeezed Lori’s sides, right below her ribs, making the large chested woman laugh again, and wiggle on the mat like a worm.
Naked, except for her panties, there was no way Lori could defend herself. No matter what part of her body she tried to cover, there was plenty of bare flesh left over for the brunette to focus on. And there was no way Lori could fight back, unless she could stand up. And a few tickles to the right stop foiled that plan every single time she tried.
It seemed pretty hopeless for Lori, turning from side to side, vainly trying to avoid the brunette’s tickling fingers, except for one fact. Lori had grown up with four brothers, and four brothers who had loved to wrestle. That fact had been good for two things in Lori’s life. The first was that it had served as the research for a paper on proto-homoerotic activities in preteen males in a psychology class she‘d taken. The other was the Lori had picked up a few good moves.
She braced one leg in front of the brunette’s shin, while she kicked her hard behind the knee with the other. The result was that the brunette fell hard. Now she was the one picking cobwebs out of her attic!
Lori rolled over on top of the brunette and suddenly she was the one on the offensive. The brunette wasn’t wearing much more than Lori was, just a tight pair of shorts and a sports bra. However, where Lori’s body was more full figured, the brunette’s could best be described as athletic, like a runners or a member of the volleyball team. Plus, she was several years younger than Lori’s 28. There was no doubt if all they did was wrestle, the brunette would win easily.
Luckily, Lori hadn’t planned on wrestling. She launched her own tickle attack, going for the brunette’s bare belly. Now it was her turn to laugh, a high pitched wail that echoes from the gymnasium’s ceilings.
“HE ehe HE EHEHE ehHEH grrrrr he eheheh eheh ohm he ehehe hehe yeahahahahahah!!!!!” The brunette wasted little time in tickling back. She reached out and grabbed Lori’s thighs, squeezing the firm flesh and sending tickling waves coursing through Lori’s body.
Lori collapsed upon her tickle victim as the muscles in her legs turned to jell-o. This time, however, she didn’t bother trying to get the brunette’s hands off of her. She had finally learned the impossibility of that. She just kept on tickling, wiggling her fingers faster over her attackers flat tummy, digging into the muscle behind the softness.
Both women were now lost in hysterics, there brains only able to register the sensations sweeping over their body and keep their own fingers tickling at the same time. There laughter mixed, Lori’s more of an alto register while the brunette’s was definitely a soprano, forming a weird frenzied melody. They started rolling around on the mats like a beast with two backs, first Lori on the bottom, then the brunette, both desperately trying to find some kind of advantage in this tickle fight.
The advantage came as the women rolled up against a seam between two mats. The new mat hadn’t been laid perfectly flat, and it had a wrinkle running down the middle, a line where the mat was bunching up. That left a small gap between it and the gymnasium floor. By pure luck, the brunette was on the bottom as the two rolled right next to that wrinkle. Throwing out her left hand to stabilize herself, the brunette’s arm accidentally slipped through that gap and under the mat as far as her elbow.
Right at the edge of the blue mat was a cart holding metal folding chairs. They were the kind that could be quickly set up, turning the large room from a P.E. classroom to an auditorium, ready for parents to come in and watch a school play or a Christmas concert. Seeing the cart out of the corner of her eye, a plan instantly appeared in Lori’s mind, as fully formed as if somebody was whispering it in her ear.
Reaching out, Lori grabbed the cart and pulled it onto the mat. The cart had large wheels, like a dolly, and it rolled over the brunette’s arm like it was a speed bump. Under two inches of blue mat, her arm was not bruised or even scratched, but the weight of the cart easily pinned it in place.
The brunette tugged with all her might, like a wolf with its leg in a trap, but like that wolf, her limb was held fast. Nothing she could do could slide her arm out even an inch. It was then she knew she was in trouble.
Lori wasted no time pressing her advantage. Already on top, she straddled the brunette, sitting on her waist. She also grabbed the trapped woman’s unbound arm, pinning it to the mat. She could feel the brunette struggling beneath her, trying to buck her off or free either of her arms. Here, Lori’s heavier body and strong thighs worked to her advantage. She was able to keep her prey right where she wanted her.
She started tickling the bicep of the arm trapped underneath the mat. Light flicks of her fingertips started at the brunette’s elbow, right where it disappeared under the matt, and slowly danced over the muscle.
“Now pretty, pretty,” Lori taunted the woman, “You are going to answer some questions for me. Tell me, what’s your name?”
The affect the soft tickles were having on the brunette were obvious. Her eyes were opened wide, and the corners of her mouth kept threatening to turn up into a smile. She shook her head ‘No’, not daring to let herself speak.
“Oh, come on, you can tell little old me….” Lori replied, tickling farther down her arm, feeling the hysteria building in the brunette with each centimeter her fingers traveled. She had been a victim in this godforsaken place ever since she had woken up here. Now she was in control, giving out the torment instead of receiving it. For Lori, it was an absolutely delicious feeling.
“He ehehehe eheh Debbbbbbb ehehe ehehehhehheheheheh myyyyyyyhe eheh hehe miry name ehe eheh eheheh isssss he eheheehehh Deeeeeehehehhhehbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb,” she finally blurted out when Lori’s fingers were close to her underarm. She knew what it would mean to her to be tickled there, and was desperate to head that off. But the tickling didn’t stop.
“Pleased to meet you, Deb,” Lori answered calmly, as if the two women were meeting at a coffee house somewhere, “Now, why don’t you tell me whose in charge around here.” She was now tickling the very edge of the brunette’s underarm, and the warm skin was calling her fingers forward.
The brunette, Deb, shook her head. “Youuhuhuhuhuhu should he eheh eheheh gooo eheheheheheheh!!!! Save he ehehehe yourrrr husband he ehehehehehehehe!!!! Youhuhuhuhuhu he eheheh don’tttt have he eheheh timmmeee for thisssssssss he eheheheheheeeh!”
“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you Deb,” Lori said in a sultry voice, “You’d get your arm free in seconds if I wasn’t on top of you. You’d jump me before I even got to the door. No, I think I’d better get you under control first.” With that, Lori slipped her fingers into Deb’s underarm. Her reaction was electric.
“HE EHEHEHEHEHEH NAWWWWOOWOOOOO HEHEHEHEH NAWWWTTT HEHE EHEHEHEHEHEHEH NAWWWOOOOOO HE EHEHEHEHEH HEHEHHEHEHE AAHAA AHAHAH AHAHAHHAHHAHH STAWWWWWWPPPPPP !!!!!!!!!” Deb was howling now, her body violently bucking, like a bull in a rodeo. Lori had to squeeze tightly with her thighs to avoid being thrown off.
“Wow, you sure like your pities tickled, don’t you?” Lori taunted while she continued to stroke the taut skin. Lori had always enjoyed tickling Donovan’s armpits, but it was nothing like this. His wiry underarm hair always got in the way, and he never seemed as ticklish there as he did other places. Now Deb’s underarms were white as milk, softer than silk and without even the slightest trace of hair or stubble. They were heaven to touch, and she didn’t want to stop.
“Now, little Deb, why don’t you tell me whose in charge around here? What’s her name?” Lori asked. She knew she needed to go rescue her husband, but she also needed information. Their captor definitely had the upper hand. If she couldn’t find a way to turn the tables on the pervert who had imprisoned them, they might never get free.
Besides, she was enjoying this way too much! She had tickled Donovan often, and he never enjoyed it, but he could hardly be called averse to the whole thing. He always agreed to be tied up, knowing the torments she had in store for him, because sex would be the end result. But now she was sitting on top of someone truly unwilling. Deb was fighting with everything she had to break free, and still Lori was able to force the tickling on her. This was the greatest sexual experience of Lori’s life!
“HEHEH EHEHEHEH HEHEH CANNNNN’T H EHEH EHEHEHEEHEHEHH TELLLLLELLLL EH EHEHEHH E YOOOUUUU HEHE EHEHEHHEH PLEHE HEHEHEHEH HEHE PLEEAASSEEHE EHEHEEHEH CANNNNNN’TTT HE EHEHE TELLLLLLL HEEHEHEH YOOUOUOUOU HEHEHEHEEH!!!!!”
“Sure you can sweetie, just say the name,” Lori was gently twisting one finger in the dead center of Deb’s armpit. It was driving the woman absolutely crazy!
“MISTRESSSSS HE EHEHHEHEH MISTRESSSSSSS HEEHEHEH EHEHEHEH WEEHEHEH EHEEHHEH CALLLLL HEHEHEEEEEERRRRRRR MISTRESSSSSS!!!!!”
“And how do I find your mistress? How do I force her to let me and Donovan go?” Lori was now raking four fingernails over that armpit, covering it from edge to edge. Up and down, sometimes slowly, others fast. One time with a feather light touch, the next hard enough to leave red lines.
But Deb refused to say another word. For minutes, she howled and howled, begging Lori to stop even as she kept fighting to break free. It was obvious that she was more afraid of her boss than she was of Lori, even in her current predicament.
“Oh, come on,” Lori continued, as Deb’s pitiful cries spiked again and again, “You know I’m going to own you soon. Then I’ll be the mistress. Might as well tell me now.” With Donovan, she’d always had to be careful not to tickle him too much. She’d always worried that she’d push him to far, and he’d never want to play there tickle games again. But with Deb, she could torment her as viciously as she wanted too! There was no limit, no safe word! Just a body squirming wildly underneath hers, and the softest armpit ever under her fingertips!
“HE EHEHEH EHEH NAWWWWOOOOO HE EHEHEH EH NAWWTT HE EHEH YOOUUUU HEHE EHEHE EHE OWNNNEEDDD HE EHEEH BY BY BY HE EHEHEHE MISTRESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” The thought of being possessed by someone other than the mistress was a nightmarish one to Deb, one that threatened hundreds of hours of conditioning. But it tickled so much!!! How long could she hold out?
Lori was sure Deb was weakening. She had tickled Donovan enough to know when his strength was giving out. It was shortly after that that he would do or say anything she wanted him to. But she knew that Deb was stronger than her husband, would fight even harder not to give up her secrets. She’d have to bring out the big guns.
“You know what that means,” Lori said through Deb’s hysterical pleas, “I just going to have to lick that underarm of yours. A couple of strokes of my warm, wet tongue and you’ll be begging to tell me.” Licking someone’s underarm had always been a fantasy of hers. She hadn’t tried it with Donovan because she didn’t want a mouthful of hair and deodorant! That certainly wouldn’t be the case here! Lori leaned forward, determined to run her tongue over that delicious flesh.
Deb’s face would have turned white as a ghost had it not been as red as a tomato from all the tickling. There was no way she could stand having a tongue gliding over that super sensitive skin! She’d break like an egg! She had to do something now!
But, while licking the brunette‘s underarm would have been a dreadful blow to the woman‘s sanity, trying to do it was a costly mistake. Deb was not quite as close to surrender as Lori thought. She was little more than a slave herself in this place, and had been made helpless and tickled more times than Lori would have dreamed. Deb had learned how to keep her head while being tortured, how to keep looking for an avenue of escape long after somebody else would have given up and just submitted to the torture. And now she had her chance.
Because for Lori to lick Deb’s underarm, she had to lean way forward, shifting her weight off of the brunette’s hips. That would allow Deb’s legs the chance to finally do something she had been planning in the back of her mind almost since the tickling began.
What Lori hadn’t noticed was that the cart on top of the brunette’s arm had rolled forward during the tickling. Oh, it was still on her arm, but the front wheels had gone from being even with Deb’s shoulder to almost at her waist. Thrusting her hips forward, Deb kicked her leg as high as she could. She could have kicked Lori it the back of the head if she wanted. Instead, she kicked the cart, hard. Not that stable on the mat, the cart fell over on its side with a crash. Deb was free.
So used to being tickled, Deb needed no recovery time before launching an attack. She pushed Lori off of her, than began to tickle her ribs and belly, hoping to quickly put herself in a dominant position.
It was Lori that panicked. So zoned in on that delicious looking underarm, and on the sweet surrender her victim was sure to soon offer, she didn’t notice what Deb was up to. She just heard the crash and felt a free hand trying to tickle her. She mistakenly guessed that an ally had shown up to free Deb. Knowing she would have no chance against two women, she bounced to her feet and started to run across the gymnasium.
All she needed, Lori figured, was a few seconds head start. Surely it would take Deb a moment to get her head on straight, and her new ally a moment to check on her. That would be all the time Lori needed. She’d be across the gymnasium and out the door on the other side. Like the dogs, the women wouldn’t follow her, and she’d have passed trial three! It was too simple!
Lori forgot the volleyball net stretched across the center of the room..
This would have been bad enough if it was an ordinary volleyball net. It wasn’t. As it was designed, the right end of the net detached from its pole as soon as somebody made contact with it. Then, like a New Year’s Eve noisemaker after you stopped blowing into it, the net rolled itself up, wrapping around Lori’s torso, from waist to shoulders, and pinning her arms to her sides.
Lori fought desperately to slip out of the net, but its strands were as strong as steel and as sticky as a spider’s web. Nothing she could do could free either arm. A cold chill spread through Lori’s body as she realized just how helpless she was, and how completely Deb could now turn the tables on her. . She panicked, and started running.
She hadn’t gotten very far before Deb caught her. The brunette grabbed Lori by the shoulders and turned her around to face her attacker. The volleyball net, like all of its kind, was mostly full of holes. There was nothing stopping the brunette from slipping her fingers through the webbing and tickling Lori once again.
“Awww, is the poor baby ticklish here,” the brunette teased, “And …here?” How easy this was! It just took one arm firmly wrapped around Lori’s shoulders to control her body, leaving Deb’s other hand free to wander Lori’s naked belly, pinching and poking, making the larger woman laugh louder and louder.
“he ehe ehehehehe I’lllll heheheh kicckkkkkk he ehe eheh ehe youuuuuuuuuu heheh” Lori said, thrashing her body from side to side, but unable to knock Deb’s strong arm off her shoulders. She felt like a burrito, wrapped up and defenseless, but at least her legs were free!
“I’d like to see the ticklish little girl try,” the brunette said, now spider crawling her hand lower and lower over Lori’s tummy, increasing her torment.
Desperate, Lori did try to kick the brunette in the stomach, not realizing how off balance she’d be as soon as her bare foot left the wooden floor. With her body already shaking from the tickles and no hands to stabilize her, a simple push from Deb made Lori fall hard to the floor well before any blow from her could have landed. She was on her back, feeling much like a turtle in the same position.
“And a clumsy girl too,” Deb followed her down, straddling Lori just as she had been straddled before, except Deb put her weight on Lori’s thighs instead of her waist. Now she could use both hands to tickle the woman’s belly through the holes of the net, kneading the tender flesh, and digging into the muscle underneath.
“I know someone’s tickle spot,“ Deb sang even as her ten fingers grazed over Lori’s soft skin, “It’s her….belly button!” With that, the brunette slipped one fingernail into that small hole, and started gently scraping its inside walls.
.
Lori erupted, screaming at the top of her lungs. She had always hated her belly button being tickled. She had worked hard to prevent Donovan from realizing how bad that spot was. And like all men, paying little attention to the non-erogenous zones, she had been largely effective. It wouldn’t work here.
“HA AHA AHAHAHAHAHA GAWWWDDD NAWWOWOWOWO AH AHAHA AHAHHAHAHH AHAHAHAHAH,” Lori shrieked, “ NAWWTTTT THAAATT AHA AHAHA AHAHA HA NAAWWWTTTT THEEERREEEE HAAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!”
“Just tell me this,” Deb asked, her calm voice the opposite of her victims frantic cries, “Who do you think is going to own whom now?” She found that she only needed to tickle Lori’s belly button to keep her full throated laughter bouncing off the walls. Gently twisting her index finger, scratching the sides with the hard edge of her nail, provided all the suffering Lori could handle.
“YOUUUUU AHAHAHAH AHAHHA ARRREEE EHAHAHAHHAHAH YOOOUUUU HAH AHAHAHHA AHAH ARREEERERERERERE!!!!!!” Lori’s body was wiggling so much it looked like a worm on the sidewalk in super fast motion.
“I told you, you should have gone off to rescue your husband when you had the chance,” Deb said while tickling, “Now you will never get the chance.”
The only answer Lori could give was to laugh even harder as Deb‘s talented hands, given a victim unable to fight back, quickly found the very worst spots on her belly. Unable to move either arm an inch, all she could do was toss her body from side to side in ticklish agony. Lori knew the brunette was right. She had failed her husband and failed herself. Now neither of them would ever regain their freedom.
Soon, Lori would have been satisfied by simply maintaining her sanity.
Only two parts left. I wonder how it will end?
I"m sure the ending will be epic. 
