Even after Dee’s warning, Melissa still wasn’t prepared for the sensation when that prickly brush hit her oily breast. It had been bad before, when her boob had been dry, and the brush had felt like on big fuzzy spot. But now, with that lubricant on her nipple, Melissa could feel each bristle dragging across her sensitive skin. They were like a hundred knives, each sending a bolt of lightning up her spine.
Her reaction was one of complete agony. Her laughter sounded more like the cries of a wounded animal than a display of hilarity. It was as if the feeling from that quarter-sized spot on Melissa’s breast flooded her entire body. In that instant, she could understand why a wolf would chew off a leg caught in a trap.
Except it was her entire body caught in that trap. That damn statue still had a rock solid grip on both of Melissa’s forearms. She couldn’t even turn her body away from that damn brush, never mind running. All she could do was stand their and suffer.
“Gichie gichie goo,” Dee taunted. The brunette twin of the woman who was at that second torturing Melissa’s friend Lori, was finally feeling like she was in control. Her victim wasn’t spouting nonsense any more or calling her by some weird name. She had Melissa’s entire attention, and could now go in for the kill.
Dee started stroking the brush up and down, over Melissa’s right nipple. Then, without warning, she switched to a circular stroke. Then, she moved the brush in circles. Each new path the brush took forced Melissa’s screams to hit a new note, all of them high-pitched enough to shatter glass.
“Poor baby Missy, can’t handle being tickled, can she. Brush a brush brush your tears away, little Missy! I’m going to polish up these greasy nipples for you until they shine! Of course, I doubt you’ll be very appreciative.”
Soon, Melissa didn’t have the breath left to speak, and only silent laughter came from her wide opened mouth. Still, Dee was sure she could have counted every one of Melissa’s teeth and probably even have seen her tonsils. The look in her eyes was beyond panicked now, beyond wild. It was totally insane, as if Melissa was losing not only the ability to speak, but the ability to think.
“If you want me to stop,” Dee taunted, “Just ask. No? OK, little baby Missy must be enjoying this! Goochie goochie goo!!!” Now, not only was Dee brushing Melissa’s nipples, but she began wiggling the fingers of her other hand underneath Melissa’s other boob, tickling with the same motion you might use underneath somebodies chin.
The tickling went on for what might have been minutes, hours or years. Melissa had no ideas. Her entire universe became those bristles skating across her nipples, and the slippery fingers dancing underneath her breast. She would have promised anything to make it stop, tried to promise everything, but just couldn’t get another breath to even make a pig-like squeal. It was a new level of helplessness, one she’d never encountered before, even in this hellish place.
Finally, the tickling stopped. Melissa just sagged in the statues grasp like a bag of wet laundry. Her muscles were limp and her heart beat so loudly in her ears that Melissa could have used it as a metronome. Had the statue released her, Melissa would have crumbled to the ground, lying their meekly until Dee was ready to enact some new torture upon her.
“We can end this, Melissa,” Dee said softly, “Just surrender. Give up this idea of rescuing your husband. That’s never going to happen. Give up now, and make it easier on you.”
Melissa glanced over at the video screen, still showing her husband Neal desperately clutching and kissing the foot of the redhead woman who had tormented him all day. Was that what she was fighting for? What that what she was letting her nipples be abused for?
“That’s it?” she said in a horse voice, “You keep Neal and I get to go free? Just like that?”
“No silly! Failure has its price, and you’d have to pay that in full. And I still owe you some punishment for all those times you called me ‘Kim’ a few minutes back. But that payment hasn’t even started yet. Right now, all this tickling is for nothing. If you give in to me, you can at least start paying your bill.”
Had Dee answered differently, Melissa might have surrendered there and then. Surely her exhausted body wanted her too. But the mention of Kim’s name stirred something inside her. After all these years, the thing about that incident in the dorm room all those years ago that bothered her the most wasn’t Kim’s betrayal. It was how little she fought back. When Kim had her tied to the bed, Melissa hadn’t shouted in defiance, she had promised to make love with Kim. And when she‘d finally been untied, after Kim had tickled her for hours then pleasured herself on Melissa’s helpless body, Melissa had done nothing. He had ran out of the room so quickly, she’d had to put her pants on in the hall.
What bothered Melissa the most wasn’t that she had lost, but that she hadn’t even tried to win.
“Go to hell, you lesbian, bitch asslicker,” she answered Dee in the same calm voice she used to order pizza over the phone.
“I have no idea why you said that, Missy dear,” Dee said, after she got over her surprise, “But I am sure glad you did. Now I get to have even more fun! Its time to switch tits!”
And Dee did. She attacked Melissa’s left nipple with the brush, while she wiggled her fingers underneath her right boob. Now fresh nerves were being tickled, and the result was almost worse than before. Oily bristles and greasy fingers tickling part so soft and vulnerable again sent pangs of hysteria to ravage Melissa’s body.
But something was different this time. Even as ticklish bullets shot through her body, even as her throat grew sore from emitting high-pitched cries, her body thrashed from side to side and only thoughts of laughter and suffering filled her brain, a little part of Melissa’s mind remained clear. And it was trying to find a way to fight back.
Melissa had had more experience in being tickled than Lori had. Donovan had no real kink about him. He simply endured Lori’s tickling games until he had a chance to make love to her. But Neal had a foot fetish of his own, and enjoyed tickling Melissa’s toes for as long as he could. And more than a few times in their marriage, he had managed to gain the upper hand, tormenting her piggies until she could break free.
It was those experiences, as well as her anger at Kim from what she did all those years ago, that let a tiny part of Melissa’s mind actually think even during the hurricane of tickling her body was enduring. And that part of her brain noticed something. As her body thrashed from side to side, the statue holding her was rocking too. And that shouldn’t have been surprising. The statue had slid one of its stone legs in front of Melissa’s, to keep her from kicking Dee earlier. That gave it a bad center of gravity and left it slightly off balance.
Melissa now had a plan. She began to force her exhausted body to move from side to side, to add to the tortured flailing that the tickling was already creating. If she could tip the statue to one side, she might have a chance to get free!
It didn’t work. As Dee had said, whatever technology animated this golem gave it the ability to move in response to its captive. As soon as the statue started tipping, it moved that leg from in front of Melissa’s to the back again, then spread both legs to gain a solid stance. There was no chance now of tipping it to the side.
But Melissa had anticipated this. So clearly was that corner of her mind thinking, despite the agony of her body as bristles and fingers danced over oily skin, that she had already worked out the counter move. As soon as she felt the statue’s leg moving, she lifted both of hers, placing her bare feet on Dee’s thighs. Then, using her as a swimmer uses the side of the pool, Melissa pushed off hard.
If a hunk of rock can be said to be surprised, then the statue was. It could not move quickly enough to make a second correction in only a few seconds. Melissa’s adrenalin aided muscles shoved hard, and pushed the statue over backwards. It fell hard and hit the ground with a crash. As soon as it did, the fingers released Melissa’s forearms, and she was free.
Relief flooded through Melissa’s body as for the first time in what seemed hours her boobs were no longer in danger of being tickled. She rolled quickly to the side, away from any attack Dee might launch, and came up ready to launch an assault of her own.
Dee was gone. Then the lights went out.
Clearly, either Dee or the Mistress had had a counter move of their own incase Melissa had somehow worked her way free. She was suddenly thrown into a game of hide and seek, where the stakes was her freedom. The only light was from the video screen, still showing Neal worshipping the foot of the redhead, which was so dim it did nothing to illuminate the room. It only created long, deep shadows everywhere.
Melissa knew she was in trouble. Dee definitely had home court advantage. Surely more of the statues in the room, the statues she could barely make out, were like the one she had just escaped from, stone robots ready to reach out and grab her, but which ones? Where was it safe to stand? Dee probably knew, but Melissa barely had a clue. It was a room covered with traps that she probably wouldn’t see until it was too late.
So Melissa got quiet, tried to use her ears instead of her eyes. The only sound she could hear, however, was her husband sucking on that woman’s big toe, like he was a baby with a bottle, and the little mewing sounds the redhead was making as she enjoyed it. Melissa knew they had probably left the screen on to distract her. It had worked once, but not again. Her anger kept her focused.
“There’s nowhere no run, nowhere to hide…” Dee’s voice echoed across the room, seeming to come from every corner at once, “I’m going to find you and punish you…”
An idea popped into Melissa’s head. Maybe she didn’t have to fight after all. She started scanning the back wall of the museum, hoping to find the doorway that led out, but her plans were interrupted.
“Don’t even think about, my pretty one. Both doors are locked until one of us surrenders. And we both know its going to be you…”
Unable to escape, Melissa tried hiding and sneaking. It must have looked like a bad spy movie. She could even hear the cheesy music playing in her head. She was creeping as quietly as she could through the museum room, staying in the middle of the hall away from the statues, ducking into shadows, and listening for the smallest noise that could alert her to the danger she knew was out there. James Bond couldn’t have done it any better.
The attack came as Melissa snuck around a big statue of an octopus. It was the perfect place. Not only did the statue provide even more shadows for Dee to hide in, Melissa had to keep an eye focused on those tentacles. God help her if they animated an got her in between their coils!
Dee dove out at her from behind the statue across the way, hoping to quickly tackle Melissa and pin her to the ground. But Melissa saw her out of the corner of her eye at the last second and jumped back. Dee’s arms missed her,, throwing the larger woman off balance, but her fingertips got a firm grasp on the waistband of Melissa’s panties. Dee pulled hard, planning on using her underwear to bring her down.
It didn’t work that way. Those pink panties ripped clean off of Melissa’s body, just like a wrestlers t-shirt, leaving her totally nude. Every inch of her skin was now exposed and completely open to tickling.
Dee had bigger problems than that. Already off balance, she stumbled when the resistance she expected from tugging on Melissa‘s pants vanished. Her own momentum carried her to the ground. Melissa made sure Dee couldn’t regain her equilibrium by giving her a hip check, forcing her to land face first on the tile, knocking the wind out of herself.
And then it was Melissa’s turn to pounce.
Melissa jumped on Dee’s back, straddling her waist and facing her bare feet. She grabbed Dee’s right leg, wondering if their was a way to tie it to something or pin it down so she could tickle the bare sole dangling from its end. Then, directly in front of her, she saw the answer to her prayers. Another statue.
This one was a female beggar, on its knees, her arms reaching out as if pleading for a scrap of bread, or a simple act of human kindness. Her marble hands were only a foot off the ground. If this statue was like the other, Melissa knew she had a golden opportunity staring at her in the face.
With Dee still stunned from her fall, it was easy to grab her right calf and lift her left into the air. Melissa slapped Dee’s ankle into the beggar’s stone palm, and watched in extreme satisfaction as the stone fingers closed around it, holding it securely.
“HEY!!!” Dee cried out, pulling her leg with all her might, only to find it hopelessly stuck. Now she couldn’t turn over onto her back, couldn’t get her hands on her attacker or even defend her vulnerable spots well. Panic began to well up inside her.
Melissa wasted no time. She began digging her fingers into Dee’s ribs, forcing the brunette to clench her arms to her sides in an effort to protect them.
“ he eh eheheheh eheh yoouuu he eh eh youhuhuhuhuhu bittchchch he ehehe ehehhe ehe….” Dee sputtered. She tried to roll from side to side, only making it a few inches before the stony grip on her ankle stopped her.
“No, I don’t think your going anywhere,” Melissa said softly. Even with Dee’s arms pressed against her sides, there were still plenty of gaps for her questing fingers to find. She moved her hands up and down, tickling Dee’s sides from hips to breasts, forcing her foe to laugh harder and harder.
Dee could do nothing to stop it. A few times she tried to reach behind her back, to grab those tickling arms and force them from her body, but her attempts were no more than clumsy gropes. Face pressed into floor, she couldn’t even see her tormentor! And each attempt left her flanks wide open, allowing Melissa to launch a full attack, fingers hitting Dee’s very worst spots. Each attempt ended with Dee’s high pitched squeal rising to the rafters, and reflex pulling her arms back into their defensive position.
Melissa barely noticed. Her hands moved as if by instinct. Long hours tickling Neal had given them a will of their own. She was like a harpist playing a piece she had memorized years ago.
Her hands and fingers automatically countered every move Dee made to protect herself, finding the place she had left vulnerable, repeatedly and without thought.
No, Melissa was focused on Dee’s free foot.
The opposite of its partner, Dee’s left foot was the only part of her body Dee could move freely, and she was moving it with a reckless abandon. It waved left and right, forward and back with great speed and power . More than once, Melissa had to lean back to avoid getting kicked in the face and having her nose broken.
It was that foot that was Melissa’s greatest risk and her greatest reward. She wanted Dee’s soles, but even with one trapped, she could have neither until its wild mate was caged. So she kept her fingers wiggling, pressing into Dee’s ribs, pinching the sides of her belly, digging into her bony hips, forcing the brunette to laugh more, harder, waiting for the moment to take her prize.
Sooner, rather than later, that moment came. Even the fierce energy that being tickling gave Dee’s free leg had to eventually run out. And when it did, Dee made her last mistake. Instead of moving her foot out of Melissa’s reach, she kept it dangling in mid air over her butt. Perhaps instinctively she was trying to keep it in a position where she could lash out with it if Melissa tried to move in closer.
Melissa did move closer. Suddenly abandoning tickling Dee’s sides, she grabbed her free leg and started moving it towards the statue. Dee realized instantly what her opponent was trying to do, and used all the power left in that leg to resist, but it wasn’t enough.
Melissa scooted down to sit on Dee’s thigh, then used the strength she had to push her calf and ankle backwards. For just a second it was like a strange arm wrestling match, two arms versus one leg, locked in an unmoving struggle. Than, inch by inch the leg moved backwards.
Dee grunted with desperation as Melissa gritted her teeth and pushed even harder. Then, as if all resistance in it suddenly failed, the leg jerked back, into the waiting stony palm of the begging statue. Again, the rock fingers closed on the ankle, holding it tightly in an irresistible grasp.
Now, Dee was in the worst spot of all. She couldn’t move either leg an inch. Her soles were facing up to the ceiling and her toes were pointed back at the statue. It was like the worst parts of being hogtied and having your ankles trapped in stocks combined.
“Maybe its you who should give up now,” Melissa said smugly, knowing their was no escape from this trap.
Dee didn’t answer. She stretched back herself, trying to grab one of Melissa’s bare feet that she could feel pressed against her hip. Maybe, just maybe, if she could get a good hold on it and tickle like crazy, she could turn the tables!
Not a chance. Melissa had been anticipating such a move. She easily reached out and raked five sharp fingernails down each of Dee’s soles, from toes to heels. Dee cried out, instantly breathless.
“Bad little DeeDee,” Melissa said in a mock scolding voice, “This little girl has been bad, and now its up to Mama to teach her a lesson.” She ran her fingers over Dee’s soles again, this time using the fleshy pads instead of the nails. Dee was able to hold in her laughter this time, but her entire body visibly trembled.
“My god, those are soft as silk!” Melissa exclaimed. More than that, Dee’s feet were pink as a baby’s blanket, with high arches and long toes. It was obvious to Melissa immediately that they were hyper ticklish, and Dee knew that there was no denying it.
Her feet had always been Dee’s weak spot, and she seemed to have spent most of her life trying to protect them. She and her twin sister Deb had tickled each other for as long as either of them could remember. For all they knew, it had started in the womb.
It wasn’t unusual for kids to play tickle games, but for the twins, it hadn’t ended then or even at puberty. Dee had vivid memories of coming home from high school, and having Deb jump out at her from behind the couch or a closet door. Her sister always tried to get her shoes off, to wiggle her fingers over their too soft bottoms. She hadn’t succeeded often, but the times she had were burned into Dee’s memory.
That was what had brought them to the attention of the Mistress. Somehow she had found out about their tickle battles, and had managed to bring them to her lair shortly after their graduation from high school. That had given Dee many more opportunities to protect her vulnerable tootsies, not she had not always been successful.
But never had she had her feet in a worse position than this.
“Get on with it,” Dee grunted when Melissa didn’t start tickling her at once, trying to prepare herself for the onslaught..
“Oh no,” Melissa said softly, “This is too nice a job to rush.” The biggest irony in her love life was that, despite Neal’s need to fondle and tickle her feet, his own were not all that sensitive. For all the hours he had spent tickling hers or making her moan by sucking her toes, she had never been able to do the same to him. Oh, Neal was plenty ticklish other places, and she had definitely gotten those over the years, but she had always wanted to do to a pair of feet the same things he did to hers.
Now, she had the chance.
“In fact, I think a meal this special needs a special sauce to go with it,” Melissa said. The bottle of lotion that Dee had used on her boobs had fallen out of her skimpy lingerie, and Melissa eagerly scooped it up. She showed it to Dee now, letting it glisten in the fluorescent lights.
“Oh, god no!” Dee gasped, “Please no, anything but that.” She sounded truly frightened.
Melissa only smiled as she poured a drop on each of Dee’s soles and began to cover than with the oily substance. Melissa and Neal had fooled around with many different kinds of lubrication during their short marriage, but she could tell right away that this stuff was special. It was as thin as water, letting Melissa feel every wrinkle on the bottom’s of Dee’s feet, yet so slippery Melissa could barely keep her fingers from sliding right off.
“he ehe ehee eheheh pleeeasseeh ehe eheh ehehe pleaseaseseeeee eehe ehe eheheheheh nawwwoooo lotioon he eheh eheehh jussttt he eh eheh tickkllleee heh ehehe themmmm dryyy he ehehe!!!” Dee giggled the entire time Melissa applied the ointment, even though Melissa wasn’t trying to tickle her at all yet, instead using the same, firm touch used when putting on sun screen. No wonder Dee was close to panicking! And the torture hadn’t even begun yet!
“Poor little DeeDee is in trouble now,” Melissa taunted, “Let’s see if you can stand just two fingers on your tootsies!” With that, Melissa started scratching the center of each sole with her index finger. She used the hard edge of her fingernail, pushing down harder than she would have dared do on dry skin, knowing it would tickle even more. Even still, she was unprepared for Dee’s reaction.
“AHA AHAH AHAHAHH AHAH GAWWWDDD NAWWWWOOOOO AHA AH AHAHAHAH !!!!” The brunette erupted like a volcano, “STAWWWWPPPP AH AHAHH AHA AHHH A PLEEEEEE AH AHAHAH AHAH PLEEEE HA AHAHH AHHA STAWWWWWPPPP!!!!”
Melissa just kept her two fingers moving her two fingers up and down over the slippery soles. Each flick brought forth a new explosion of hysteria from her prey. After all the tickling she had suffered in this place, she was finally in control, and it felt great! Now, somebody would beg her for mercy, and be disappointed when it never came!
“Little baby DeeDee, can’t take her punishment. Tell your mommy how sorry you are for being so mean to her,” Melissa said, still amazed at how devastating tickling Dee’s oily feet was.
“HE EHE EHE EHEEEHEE EHEEHEHEHEH!!!!!! SORRRR EH EHE EHEEEHEH SORRR HE EHEHEHEEEEN NAWWWWWOOO NAWWTT THEREEEEE!!!!!!! SORRRYYY HE EHEH EHEHEH MOMMMYY HE EHEHE HEH EHEHHEH SORRRYYYYY MAAAMMAAAA!!!!”
“Sorry for what, little DeeDee,” Melissa asked in an innocent voice. She began moving her finger around, skating it down to Dee’s heels and twirling in place, then swooping up the outside edge of her foot. If possible, Dee laughed even harder, her voice starting to strain from the effort.
“HE EHE EEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEKKKKK!!!! HE EHEHEH EEEEHEH SOORRRYYYY HE EHEHE TICK HE EHEHEHEHHEHE TICKKLLEEDD EEEKKKK!!!! NAWWOOO EHE EHEEE EHEHEHEHEHE TICKKLLEEEEDD HE EHHEHEH MOMMMM EHE EHEHEH EHH MOMMMYY HE EHE EHEH BOOOOBBIIEEESSSSS!!!!!”
Then Melissa started stroking her fingers in Dee’s high arches, gliding over that delicate flesh, and the brunette truly lost it. She started howling like a wounded animal, screeching like a bird with a broken wing.
“Yes, you tickled mommy’s boobies. Such a naughty, naughty girl. And naughty girls deserve to be punished.” Melissa used her thumbs now, grazing them over her arches, while wiggling her pinkies over the outer edge. She loved the feel of Dee’s soles so much! It was as if she could feel the soft skin quivering from exhaustion, sense the nerves throbbing, sending their message of torture up the spinal cord and into the brain. It was heaven.
A strained gurgling noise came from Dee’s mouth, much like one that would come from a soul of the damned, and Melissa thought she heard the word naughty, but it was drowned out by the other, less human, noises she was making. Melissa could hear Dee’s hands, balled up into little fists, slamming into the ground behind her.
“You know, I have more fingers,” Melissa ran all her fingers from heel to toe again, forcing a tortured wail from her victim. She could see the statue tremble as Dee pulled with almost super human strength to free her legs from its stony clutches, and feel the frustrated energy through her feet. Dee was trying to beg her more, but was incapable of human speech. All she could do was endure.
Melissa’s fingers starting dancing over Dee’s soles, like rain on a tin roof, or the clickity clack of pressing keys on a typewriter. She was truly loving this! Every tiny movement of her fingers on the smooth, slippery skin dragged a new hysterical cry from Dee’s mouth! It made her feel all powerful, like some ancient goddess, able to inflict suffering with only the blink of an eye!
The seemingly random pattern of Melissa’s fingernails drove Dee even more wild, if possible, and the pounding of her fists grew louder even as her voice failed her. The burning in her lungs was growing, as was the pounding inside her chest. She laughed and laughed as no one short of the Mistress had ever made her before, even her twin sister who knew her body as well as her own.
At that moment, she would have said anything, anything, anything if it meant even a few second of bliss for her feet. But she no longer had the power of speech.
Finally, Melissa gave her a break, sensing her foe was going to have a heart attack if she didn’t. As Dee started recovering her sanity and the ability to fill her lungs with air, she began babbling.
“Sorry mommy <gasp> so…. Sorry I was naughty girl. Please, no more please no more! I won’t touch your boobies again <gasp> I…I swear.”
“Give in to me Dee, give in to me just like you demanded when you were brushing my breasts.” Melissa said, knowing she needed Dee’s surrender, though not really wanting it at that moment, “Give in to me, and all this can end.”
“Mistress…Mistress won’t let me. She’d punish me…punish me far worse than this if I give in,” Dee whispered, as if afraid even discussing it might earn her the Mistress’s wrath,” As Dee’s sanity returned, so did her fear of the Mistress. Melissa could hear it in her voice. It gave her the strength to resist.
“Besides, if you don’t rescue Neal soon, you lose anyways. His time is almost up, and I‘ll never surrender until after he‘s cum inside somebody’s mouth.”
That comment would have stung Melissa hard earlier, but it did nothing to her now. Neal was no longer her concern. Victory was the only thing on her mind now. Victory and Dee’s feet, that was.
“You know,” Melissa said, keeping her voice light and airy, “When you were tickling my boobies, you told me this lotion was edible. Let’s see if that’s true.” She popped her index finger, still covered in oil after tickling Dee’s sole, her mouth. The flavor practically exploded in her mouth!”
“Wow! I’ve tried many edible lubricants with Neal, and they had always made me gag, but this stuff is delicious! I’d eat this on a sandwich or a salad!…But I’ll bet it tastes even better on your feet. What do you think Dee darling?”
Melissa couldn’t see them in the dark, but Dee’s eyes got wide with fear, and she lost all color in her face. Now the worst was coming.
Next, the grand finale!
Her reaction was one of complete agony. Her laughter sounded more like the cries of a wounded animal than a display of hilarity. It was as if the feeling from that quarter-sized spot on Melissa’s breast flooded her entire body. In that instant, she could understand why a wolf would chew off a leg caught in a trap.
Except it was her entire body caught in that trap. That damn statue still had a rock solid grip on both of Melissa’s forearms. She couldn’t even turn her body away from that damn brush, never mind running. All she could do was stand their and suffer.
“Gichie gichie goo,” Dee taunted. The brunette twin of the woman who was at that second torturing Melissa’s friend Lori, was finally feeling like she was in control. Her victim wasn’t spouting nonsense any more or calling her by some weird name. She had Melissa’s entire attention, and could now go in for the kill.
Dee started stroking the brush up and down, over Melissa’s right nipple. Then, without warning, she switched to a circular stroke. Then, she moved the brush in circles. Each new path the brush took forced Melissa’s screams to hit a new note, all of them high-pitched enough to shatter glass.
“Poor baby Missy, can’t handle being tickled, can she. Brush a brush brush your tears away, little Missy! I’m going to polish up these greasy nipples for you until they shine! Of course, I doubt you’ll be very appreciative.”
Soon, Melissa didn’t have the breath left to speak, and only silent laughter came from her wide opened mouth. Still, Dee was sure she could have counted every one of Melissa’s teeth and probably even have seen her tonsils. The look in her eyes was beyond panicked now, beyond wild. It was totally insane, as if Melissa was losing not only the ability to speak, but the ability to think.
“If you want me to stop,” Dee taunted, “Just ask. No? OK, little baby Missy must be enjoying this! Goochie goochie goo!!!” Now, not only was Dee brushing Melissa’s nipples, but she began wiggling the fingers of her other hand underneath Melissa’s other boob, tickling with the same motion you might use underneath somebodies chin.
The tickling went on for what might have been minutes, hours or years. Melissa had no ideas. Her entire universe became those bristles skating across her nipples, and the slippery fingers dancing underneath her breast. She would have promised anything to make it stop, tried to promise everything, but just couldn’t get another breath to even make a pig-like squeal. It was a new level of helplessness, one she’d never encountered before, even in this hellish place.
Finally, the tickling stopped. Melissa just sagged in the statues grasp like a bag of wet laundry. Her muscles were limp and her heart beat so loudly in her ears that Melissa could have used it as a metronome. Had the statue released her, Melissa would have crumbled to the ground, lying their meekly until Dee was ready to enact some new torture upon her.
“We can end this, Melissa,” Dee said softly, “Just surrender. Give up this idea of rescuing your husband. That’s never going to happen. Give up now, and make it easier on you.”
Melissa glanced over at the video screen, still showing her husband Neal desperately clutching and kissing the foot of the redhead woman who had tormented him all day. Was that what she was fighting for? What that what she was letting her nipples be abused for?
“That’s it?” she said in a horse voice, “You keep Neal and I get to go free? Just like that?”
“No silly! Failure has its price, and you’d have to pay that in full. And I still owe you some punishment for all those times you called me ‘Kim’ a few minutes back. But that payment hasn’t even started yet. Right now, all this tickling is for nothing. If you give in to me, you can at least start paying your bill.”
Had Dee answered differently, Melissa might have surrendered there and then. Surely her exhausted body wanted her too. But the mention of Kim’s name stirred something inside her. After all these years, the thing about that incident in the dorm room all those years ago that bothered her the most wasn’t Kim’s betrayal. It was how little she fought back. When Kim had her tied to the bed, Melissa hadn’t shouted in defiance, she had promised to make love with Kim. And when she‘d finally been untied, after Kim had tickled her for hours then pleasured herself on Melissa’s helpless body, Melissa had done nothing. He had ran out of the room so quickly, she’d had to put her pants on in the hall.
What bothered Melissa the most wasn’t that she had lost, but that she hadn’t even tried to win.
“Go to hell, you lesbian, bitch asslicker,” she answered Dee in the same calm voice she used to order pizza over the phone.
“I have no idea why you said that, Missy dear,” Dee said, after she got over her surprise, “But I am sure glad you did. Now I get to have even more fun! Its time to switch tits!”
And Dee did. She attacked Melissa’s left nipple with the brush, while she wiggled her fingers underneath her right boob. Now fresh nerves were being tickled, and the result was almost worse than before. Oily bristles and greasy fingers tickling part so soft and vulnerable again sent pangs of hysteria to ravage Melissa’s body.
But something was different this time. Even as ticklish bullets shot through her body, even as her throat grew sore from emitting high-pitched cries, her body thrashed from side to side and only thoughts of laughter and suffering filled her brain, a little part of Melissa’s mind remained clear. And it was trying to find a way to fight back.
Melissa had had more experience in being tickled than Lori had. Donovan had no real kink about him. He simply endured Lori’s tickling games until he had a chance to make love to her. But Neal had a foot fetish of his own, and enjoyed tickling Melissa’s toes for as long as he could. And more than a few times in their marriage, he had managed to gain the upper hand, tormenting her piggies until she could break free.
It was those experiences, as well as her anger at Kim from what she did all those years ago, that let a tiny part of Melissa’s mind actually think even during the hurricane of tickling her body was enduring. And that part of her brain noticed something. As her body thrashed from side to side, the statue holding her was rocking too. And that shouldn’t have been surprising. The statue had slid one of its stone legs in front of Melissa’s, to keep her from kicking Dee earlier. That gave it a bad center of gravity and left it slightly off balance.
Melissa now had a plan. She began to force her exhausted body to move from side to side, to add to the tortured flailing that the tickling was already creating. If she could tip the statue to one side, she might have a chance to get free!
It didn’t work. As Dee had said, whatever technology animated this golem gave it the ability to move in response to its captive. As soon as the statue started tipping, it moved that leg from in front of Melissa’s to the back again, then spread both legs to gain a solid stance. There was no chance now of tipping it to the side.
But Melissa had anticipated this. So clearly was that corner of her mind thinking, despite the agony of her body as bristles and fingers danced over oily skin, that she had already worked out the counter move. As soon as she felt the statue’s leg moving, she lifted both of hers, placing her bare feet on Dee’s thighs. Then, using her as a swimmer uses the side of the pool, Melissa pushed off hard.
If a hunk of rock can be said to be surprised, then the statue was. It could not move quickly enough to make a second correction in only a few seconds. Melissa’s adrenalin aided muscles shoved hard, and pushed the statue over backwards. It fell hard and hit the ground with a crash. As soon as it did, the fingers released Melissa’s forearms, and she was free.
Relief flooded through Melissa’s body as for the first time in what seemed hours her boobs were no longer in danger of being tickled. She rolled quickly to the side, away from any attack Dee might launch, and came up ready to launch an assault of her own.
Dee was gone. Then the lights went out.
Clearly, either Dee or the Mistress had had a counter move of their own incase Melissa had somehow worked her way free. She was suddenly thrown into a game of hide and seek, where the stakes was her freedom. The only light was from the video screen, still showing Neal worshipping the foot of the redhead, which was so dim it did nothing to illuminate the room. It only created long, deep shadows everywhere.
Melissa knew she was in trouble. Dee definitely had home court advantage. Surely more of the statues in the room, the statues she could barely make out, were like the one she had just escaped from, stone robots ready to reach out and grab her, but which ones? Where was it safe to stand? Dee probably knew, but Melissa barely had a clue. It was a room covered with traps that she probably wouldn’t see until it was too late.
So Melissa got quiet, tried to use her ears instead of her eyes. The only sound she could hear, however, was her husband sucking on that woman’s big toe, like he was a baby with a bottle, and the little mewing sounds the redhead was making as she enjoyed it. Melissa knew they had probably left the screen on to distract her. It had worked once, but not again. Her anger kept her focused.
“There’s nowhere no run, nowhere to hide…” Dee’s voice echoed across the room, seeming to come from every corner at once, “I’m going to find you and punish you…”
An idea popped into Melissa’s head. Maybe she didn’t have to fight after all. She started scanning the back wall of the museum, hoping to find the doorway that led out, but her plans were interrupted.
“Don’t even think about, my pretty one. Both doors are locked until one of us surrenders. And we both know its going to be you…”
Unable to escape, Melissa tried hiding and sneaking. It must have looked like a bad spy movie. She could even hear the cheesy music playing in her head. She was creeping as quietly as she could through the museum room, staying in the middle of the hall away from the statues, ducking into shadows, and listening for the smallest noise that could alert her to the danger she knew was out there. James Bond couldn’t have done it any better.
The attack came as Melissa snuck around a big statue of an octopus. It was the perfect place. Not only did the statue provide even more shadows for Dee to hide in, Melissa had to keep an eye focused on those tentacles. God help her if they animated an got her in between their coils!
Dee dove out at her from behind the statue across the way, hoping to quickly tackle Melissa and pin her to the ground. But Melissa saw her out of the corner of her eye at the last second and jumped back. Dee’s arms missed her,, throwing the larger woman off balance, but her fingertips got a firm grasp on the waistband of Melissa’s panties. Dee pulled hard, planning on using her underwear to bring her down.
It didn’t work that way. Those pink panties ripped clean off of Melissa’s body, just like a wrestlers t-shirt, leaving her totally nude. Every inch of her skin was now exposed and completely open to tickling.
Dee had bigger problems than that. Already off balance, she stumbled when the resistance she expected from tugging on Melissa‘s pants vanished. Her own momentum carried her to the ground. Melissa made sure Dee couldn’t regain her equilibrium by giving her a hip check, forcing her to land face first on the tile, knocking the wind out of herself.
And then it was Melissa’s turn to pounce.
Melissa jumped on Dee’s back, straddling her waist and facing her bare feet. She grabbed Dee’s right leg, wondering if their was a way to tie it to something or pin it down so she could tickle the bare sole dangling from its end. Then, directly in front of her, she saw the answer to her prayers. Another statue.
This one was a female beggar, on its knees, her arms reaching out as if pleading for a scrap of bread, or a simple act of human kindness. Her marble hands were only a foot off the ground. If this statue was like the other, Melissa knew she had a golden opportunity staring at her in the face.
With Dee still stunned from her fall, it was easy to grab her right calf and lift her left into the air. Melissa slapped Dee’s ankle into the beggar’s stone palm, and watched in extreme satisfaction as the stone fingers closed around it, holding it securely.
“HEY!!!” Dee cried out, pulling her leg with all her might, only to find it hopelessly stuck. Now she couldn’t turn over onto her back, couldn’t get her hands on her attacker or even defend her vulnerable spots well. Panic began to well up inside her.
Melissa wasted no time. She began digging her fingers into Dee’s ribs, forcing the brunette to clench her arms to her sides in an effort to protect them.
“ he eh eheheheh eheh yoouuu he eh eh youhuhuhuhuhu bittchchch he ehehe ehehhe ehe….” Dee sputtered. She tried to roll from side to side, only making it a few inches before the stony grip on her ankle stopped her.
“No, I don’t think your going anywhere,” Melissa said softly. Even with Dee’s arms pressed against her sides, there were still plenty of gaps for her questing fingers to find. She moved her hands up and down, tickling Dee’s sides from hips to breasts, forcing her foe to laugh harder and harder.
Dee could do nothing to stop it. A few times she tried to reach behind her back, to grab those tickling arms and force them from her body, but her attempts were no more than clumsy gropes. Face pressed into floor, she couldn’t even see her tormentor! And each attempt left her flanks wide open, allowing Melissa to launch a full attack, fingers hitting Dee’s very worst spots. Each attempt ended with Dee’s high pitched squeal rising to the rafters, and reflex pulling her arms back into their defensive position.
Melissa barely noticed. Her hands moved as if by instinct. Long hours tickling Neal had given them a will of their own. She was like a harpist playing a piece she had memorized years ago.
Her hands and fingers automatically countered every move Dee made to protect herself, finding the place she had left vulnerable, repeatedly and without thought.
No, Melissa was focused on Dee’s free foot.
The opposite of its partner, Dee’s left foot was the only part of her body Dee could move freely, and she was moving it with a reckless abandon. It waved left and right, forward and back with great speed and power . More than once, Melissa had to lean back to avoid getting kicked in the face and having her nose broken.
It was that foot that was Melissa’s greatest risk and her greatest reward. She wanted Dee’s soles, but even with one trapped, she could have neither until its wild mate was caged. So she kept her fingers wiggling, pressing into Dee’s ribs, pinching the sides of her belly, digging into her bony hips, forcing the brunette to laugh more, harder, waiting for the moment to take her prize.
Sooner, rather than later, that moment came. Even the fierce energy that being tickling gave Dee’s free leg had to eventually run out. And when it did, Dee made her last mistake. Instead of moving her foot out of Melissa’s reach, she kept it dangling in mid air over her butt. Perhaps instinctively she was trying to keep it in a position where she could lash out with it if Melissa tried to move in closer.
Melissa did move closer. Suddenly abandoning tickling Dee’s sides, she grabbed her free leg and started moving it towards the statue. Dee realized instantly what her opponent was trying to do, and used all the power left in that leg to resist, but it wasn’t enough.
Melissa scooted down to sit on Dee’s thigh, then used the strength she had to push her calf and ankle backwards. For just a second it was like a strange arm wrestling match, two arms versus one leg, locked in an unmoving struggle. Than, inch by inch the leg moved backwards.
Dee grunted with desperation as Melissa gritted her teeth and pushed even harder. Then, as if all resistance in it suddenly failed, the leg jerked back, into the waiting stony palm of the begging statue. Again, the rock fingers closed on the ankle, holding it tightly in an irresistible grasp.
Now, Dee was in the worst spot of all. She couldn’t move either leg an inch. Her soles were facing up to the ceiling and her toes were pointed back at the statue. It was like the worst parts of being hogtied and having your ankles trapped in stocks combined.
“Maybe its you who should give up now,” Melissa said smugly, knowing their was no escape from this trap.
Dee didn’t answer. She stretched back herself, trying to grab one of Melissa’s bare feet that she could feel pressed against her hip. Maybe, just maybe, if she could get a good hold on it and tickle like crazy, she could turn the tables!
Not a chance. Melissa had been anticipating such a move. She easily reached out and raked five sharp fingernails down each of Dee’s soles, from toes to heels. Dee cried out, instantly breathless.
“Bad little DeeDee,” Melissa said in a mock scolding voice, “This little girl has been bad, and now its up to Mama to teach her a lesson.” She ran her fingers over Dee’s soles again, this time using the fleshy pads instead of the nails. Dee was able to hold in her laughter this time, but her entire body visibly trembled.
“My god, those are soft as silk!” Melissa exclaimed. More than that, Dee’s feet were pink as a baby’s blanket, with high arches and long toes. It was obvious to Melissa immediately that they were hyper ticklish, and Dee knew that there was no denying it.
Her feet had always been Dee’s weak spot, and she seemed to have spent most of her life trying to protect them. She and her twin sister Deb had tickled each other for as long as either of them could remember. For all they knew, it had started in the womb.
It wasn’t unusual for kids to play tickle games, but for the twins, it hadn’t ended then or even at puberty. Dee had vivid memories of coming home from high school, and having Deb jump out at her from behind the couch or a closet door. Her sister always tried to get her shoes off, to wiggle her fingers over their too soft bottoms. She hadn’t succeeded often, but the times she had were burned into Dee’s memory.
That was what had brought them to the attention of the Mistress. Somehow she had found out about their tickle battles, and had managed to bring them to her lair shortly after their graduation from high school. That had given Dee many more opportunities to protect her vulnerable tootsies, not she had not always been successful.
But never had she had her feet in a worse position than this.
“Get on with it,” Dee grunted when Melissa didn’t start tickling her at once, trying to prepare herself for the onslaught..
“Oh no,” Melissa said softly, “This is too nice a job to rush.” The biggest irony in her love life was that, despite Neal’s need to fondle and tickle her feet, his own were not all that sensitive. For all the hours he had spent tickling hers or making her moan by sucking her toes, she had never been able to do the same to him. Oh, Neal was plenty ticklish other places, and she had definitely gotten those over the years, but she had always wanted to do to a pair of feet the same things he did to hers.
Now, she had the chance.
“In fact, I think a meal this special needs a special sauce to go with it,” Melissa said. The bottle of lotion that Dee had used on her boobs had fallen out of her skimpy lingerie, and Melissa eagerly scooped it up. She showed it to Dee now, letting it glisten in the fluorescent lights.
“Oh, god no!” Dee gasped, “Please no, anything but that.” She sounded truly frightened.
Melissa only smiled as she poured a drop on each of Dee’s soles and began to cover than with the oily substance. Melissa and Neal had fooled around with many different kinds of lubrication during their short marriage, but she could tell right away that this stuff was special. It was as thin as water, letting Melissa feel every wrinkle on the bottom’s of Dee’s feet, yet so slippery Melissa could barely keep her fingers from sliding right off.
“he ehe ehee eheheh pleeeasseeh ehe eheh ehehe pleaseaseseeeee eehe ehe eheheheheh nawwwoooo lotioon he eheh eheehh jussttt he eh eheh tickkllleee heh ehehe themmmm dryyy he ehehe!!!” Dee giggled the entire time Melissa applied the ointment, even though Melissa wasn’t trying to tickle her at all yet, instead using the same, firm touch used when putting on sun screen. No wonder Dee was close to panicking! And the torture hadn’t even begun yet!
“Poor little DeeDee is in trouble now,” Melissa taunted, “Let’s see if you can stand just two fingers on your tootsies!” With that, Melissa started scratching the center of each sole with her index finger. She used the hard edge of her fingernail, pushing down harder than she would have dared do on dry skin, knowing it would tickle even more. Even still, she was unprepared for Dee’s reaction.
“AHA AHAH AHAHAHH AHAH GAWWWDDD NAWWWWOOOOO AHA AH AHAHAHAH !!!!” The brunette erupted like a volcano, “STAWWWWPPPP AH AHAHH AHA AHHH A PLEEEEEE AH AHAHAH AHAH PLEEEE HA AHAHH AHHA STAWWWWWPPPP!!!!”
Melissa just kept her two fingers moving her two fingers up and down over the slippery soles. Each flick brought forth a new explosion of hysteria from her prey. After all the tickling she had suffered in this place, she was finally in control, and it felt great! Now, somebody would beg her for mercy, and be disappointed when it never came!
“Little baby DeeDee, can’t take her punishment. Tell your mommy how sorry you are for being so mean to her,” Melissa said, still amazed at how devastating tickling Dee’s oily feet was.
“HE EHE EHE EHEEEHEE EHEEHEHEHEH!!!!!! SORRRR EH EHE EHEEEHEH SORRR HE EHEHEHEEEEN NAWWWWWOOO NAWWTT THEREEEEE!!!!!!! SORRRYYY HE EHEH EHEHEH MOMMMYY HE EHEHE HEH EHEHHEH SORRRYYYYY MAAAMMAAAA!!!!”
“Sorry for what, little DeeDee,” Melissa asked in an innocent voice. She began moving her finger around, skating it down to Dee’s heels and twirling in place, then swooping up the outside edge of her foot. If possible, Dee laughed even harder, her voice starting to strain from the effort.
“HE EHE EEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEKKKKK!!!! HE EHEHEH EEEEHEH SOORRRYYYY HE EHEHE TICK HE EHEHEHEHHEHE TICKKLLEEDD EEEKKKK!!!! NAWWOOO EHE EHEEE EHEHEHEHEHE TICKKLLEEEEDD HE EHHEHEH MOMMMM EHE EHEHEH EHH MOMMMYY HE EHE EHEH BOOOOBBIIEEESSSSS!!!!!”
Then Melissa started stroking her fingers in Dee’s high arches, gliding over that delicate flesh, and the brunette truly lost it. She started howling like a wounded animal, screeching like a bird with a broken wing.
“Yes, you tickled mommy’s boobies. Such a naughty, naughty girl. And naughty girls deserve to be punished.” Melissa used her thumbs now, grazing them over her arches, while wiggling her pinkies over the outer edge. She loved the feel of Dee’s soles so much! It was as if she could feel the soft skin quivering from exhaustion, sense the nerves throbbing, sending their message of torture up the spinal cord and into the brain. It was heaven.
A strained gurgling noise came from Dee’s mouth, much like one that would come from a soul of the damned, and Melissa thought she heard the word naughty, but it was drowned out by the other, less human, noises she was making. Melissa could hear Dee’s hands, balled up into little fists, slamming into the ground behind her.
“You know, I have more fingers,” Melissa ran all her fingers from heel to toe again, forcing a tortured wail from her victim. She could see the statue tremble as Dee pulled with almost super human strength to free her legs from its stony clutches, and feel the frustrated energy through her feet. Dee was trying to beg her more, but was incapable of human speech. All she could do was endure.
Melissa’s fingers starting dancing over Dee’s soles, like rain on a tin roof, or the clickity clack of pressing keys on a typewriter. She was truly loving this! Every tiny movement of her fingers on the smooth, slippery skin dragged a new hysterical cry from Dee’s mouth! It made her feel all powerful, like some ancient goddess, able to inflict suffering with only the blink of an eye!
The seemingly random pattern of Melissa’s fingernails drove Dee even more wild, if possible, and the pounding of her fists grew louder even as her voice failed her. The burning in her lungs was growing, as was the pounding inside her chest. She laughed and laughed as no one short of the Mistress had ever made her before, even her twin sister who knew her body as well as her own.
At that moment, she would have said anything, anything, anything if it meant even a few second of bliss for her feet. But she no longer had the power of speech.
Finally, Melissa gave her a break, sensing her foe was going to have a heart attack if she didn’t. As Dee started recovering her sanity and the ability to fill her lungs with air, she began babbling.
“Sorry mommy <gasp> so…. Sorry I was naughty girl. Please, no more please no more! I won’t touch your boobies again <gasp> I…I swear.”
“Give in to me Dee, give in to me just like you demanded when you were brushing my breasts.” Melissa said, knowing she needed Dee’s surrender, though not really wanting it at that moment, “Give in to me, and all this can end.”
“Mistress…Mistress won’t let me. She’d punish me…punish me far worse than this if I give in,” Dee whispered, as if afraid even discussing it might earn her the Mistress’s wrath,” As Dee’s sanity returned, so did her fear of the Mistress. Melissa could hear it in her voice. It gave her the strength to resist.
“Besides, if you don’t rescue Neal soon, you lose anyways. His time is almost up, and I‘ll never surrender until after he‘s cum inside somebody’s mouth.”
That comment would have stung Melissa hard earlier, but it did nothing to her now. Neal was no longer her concern. Victory was the only thing on her mind now. Victory and Dee’s feet, that was.
“You know,” Melissa said, keeping her voice light and airy, “When you were tickling my boobies, you told me this lotion was edible. Let’s see if that’s true.” She popped her index finger, still covered in oil after tickling Dee’s sole, her mouth. The flavor practically exploded in her mouth!”
“Wow! I’ve tried many edible lubricants with Neal, and they had always made me gag, but this stuff is delicious! I’d eat this on a sandwich or a salad!…But I’ll bet it tastes even better on your feet. What do you think Dee darling?”
Melissa couldn’t see them in the dark, but Dee’s eyes got wide with fear, and she lost all color in her face. Now the worst was coming.
Next, the grand finale!
Very fine work. 
