Chapter Three
When Patrick and Eric got together with her it only meant one thing.....she was going to be tickled. She first learned this lesson twelve years ago, on a cold night in January. Shortly after Eric and Laura had broken up, and Patrick became the new love of her life, the three of them decided to hang out and play some cards one evening in Laura's new apartment. Since Eric and her parted on unusually good terms, Laura felt totally comfortable hanging out with both of them together.
"So, who's up for some Rummy 500?" Laura asked.
"Ooo, you wild woman, why not some strip poker instead?" Patrick asked with a grin. "Rummy's so boring." he added.
"I'm up for it, as long as you guys don't mind loosing your shirts." Eric said confidently.
"Okay, you're on. I may just surprise you two. I'm not as innocent as I look." she said as a smile curled her lips.
Patrick dealt the cards. After the first hand had been played Patrick and Eric both sat at the table shirtless. Laura was restraining herself as much she could to prevent herself from laughing out loud. It was her turn to deal, and she sat there shuffling the cards with an arrogant smile.
"Would you like me to turn the heat up? You guys look kinda cold." she said with a giggle. "Not too bad for a novice, huh?"
"Don't get too cocky, you'll get yours" Patrick warned.
The second hand was dealt. Patrick and Eric both lost their shoes. This was Laura's best luck at cards ever. She had only played poker a few times before, but she was masking her beginner status well. This time she couldn't help laughing at their situation. She knew that both of them were much better versed at the game of poker, and that the only reason Patrick had even suggested the idea was to get her to take off her clothes.
Apparently, his plan had backfired.
"My, my my....at this rate I'll be finding out whether or not you two prefer boxers over briefs. Actually, as I recall, both of you wear briefs. It's a shame, the boxers may have given you more....coverage." she giggled out loud.
"Go ahead, keep laughing. I can promise you that before we leave here, we'll get even." Patrick said.
"Oh? Is your luck going to take a turn for the better?" Laura asked, getting a little nervous but trying not to show it.
"It won't matter." Patrick finished as he began to deal the cards again.
Laura shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
She realized that she would be grossly out matched if both of them decided to gang up on her.
After the third hand was played Eric and Patrick lost their socks. The only articles left were their jeans and underwear.
"She must be cheating. She never wins at cards!" Patrick said to Eric.
"Yeah, I think she is....she's got a guilty look on her face." Eric said in an accusing tone while pointing a finger at Laura. He didn't know how far Patrick was going to play this out, but
he was willing to go along for the ride.
"You guys are just sore because you're losing. Don't be such spoil sports." Laura said while picking up the deck to deal the next round.
"Oh no, I'm not playing with a cheater! In fact, I think she ought to be punished for making us look like a couple of fools all night. What do
you think?" Patrick asked Eric with a wink.
"It doesn't take a game of poker to make you two look silly." Laura said jokingly.
"That's it!" Patrick said as he got up from his chair.
Laura was startled. She let out a scream and sprang up from her chair. She ran into her living room, and positioned herself so that the couch was between her and Patrick. Her heart was pounding and she was giggling with anticipation.
"Patrick, don't!" she said not knowing exactly what he had in mind.
"You're about to find out what we do to card sharks in these parts." Patrick said with a John Wayne accent. He shuffled closer to her with his hands on his pretend gun holsters. "These here are the fastest tickling fingers in the west."
Laura's eyes grew wide with the realization of what was about to happen.
"Hey partner, I think I'm gonna need your help roundin' this one up. She looks like trouble." Patrick said to Eric. Eric got up from his place at the table and joined them both in the living
room.
"Whatever you say partner." Eric said with a smile.
Laura was in a panic now. She didn't know where to run. They both blocked the doorway of the living room, the only escape was behind her. There was a set of sliding glass doors off the back of her living room which led out to the backyard. The thought of running outside without a coat on, in the middle of January, didn't seem too appealing to her, but it was either freeze, or be tickled. She decided she would rather risk frostbite, than suffer through whatever these two had planned. She made a break for the door. Patrick hopped over the couch and grabbed her just as she got the door open. Eric came over and quickly shut the door and locked it.
"You didn't think your were getting away that easy, did you? Silly girl." Patrick said with a shake of his head.
"Guys, come on....don't do this. I'm sorry for being so obnoxious. What do you want me to do, beg? Okay, fine.....please don't tickle me...Please!" Laura pleaded with her hands clasped together.
"What do you think Eric, should we show mercy on her?" Patrick asked Eric, knowing full well what his answer
would be.
"Hmmmm.....it didn't sound too sincere to me. I bet we could really make her beg for mercy!" Eric said.
"Well, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for you now. You'll just have to suffer the consequences." Patrick said as he led her towards the middle of the room.
Patrick still held her from behind, with his arms wrapped firmly around her waist. Laura was trying her best to break free. She was pulling at Patrick's arms to try and break the grasp, and kicking her legs in an effort to throw him off balance. Eric grabbed hold of her ankles so that she couldn't kick any more or get her balance as Patrick lowered her to the carpet. Patrick quickly knelt down at her head and got an firm hold on her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. He locked both wrists in between his knees. This left his hands free, and her hands totally immobile. Eric sat on her ankles with his body facing her. He didn't want to miss a moment of the action. Laura was completely immobilized in a matter of seconds. She still squirmed on the carpet, but she could do no more than move her torso. Her pleads for mercy suddenly changed into threats of retaliation when she realized
she was helpless. She knew her only hope for escape would be if she could scare them into letting her go.
"LOOK! Whatever you two sickos have planned here, you can just forget it! You'd better let me go, or anything you do to me tonight, will come back to you tenfold when you least expect it! I swear to God I'll get even!" Laura warned.
Patrick took his hands and briefly scratched her underarms. Laura gasped. Her screams were silenced immediately, and the defiant expression she had on her face moments ago, was replaced with one of shock.
"Now, I think we've heard enough idle threats out of you for one evening. It's time you realized who's in charge here. I'll give you a hint....it's not you." Patrick teased.
"Now partner, where should we start?"
"Well, I think she should lose as much clothing as we did. I mean, fair is fair." Eric said.
"I think you're right. Fair is fair!" Patrick returned with a pleased expression on his face at his partner's suggestion. "Let's see... we lost our shirt, shoes and socks. I'll take care of her shirt, you can get the rest."
Eric quickly began to unlace Laura's sneakers. He slipped both of them off with no problem. Then he began to tug at the tips of her socks to tease her. While Eric played with her socks, Patrick was busy unbuttoning her blouse. He did it very slowly to build up Laura's anticipation for what was about to happen. Every couple of seconds he would scratch a fingernail across the newly exposed flesh on her stomach causing her to squirm even more. This sensation coupled with the feeling of Eric's fingers on her feet was beginning to drive her crazy. After a few minutes of this psychological torture, she wished they would get it over with, the anticipation was killing her.
"If you're gonna do it, just do it!" Laura blurted out. She couldn't believe the words had escaped her lips. She quickly closed her mouth tightly to avoid any other stupid phrases from emerging.
"Did you hear that Eric? She's actually begging for us to start tickling her. I wish she would make up her mind." Patrick teased.
"Really. One minute she's threatening our lives if we don't let her go, then she's asking us to do things like this..."
With that last word Eric dragged his fingernails from the heel, to the ball of her left foot, followed by her right. Laura gasped again. She was just about to start laughing when Eric stopped. She exhaled with relief. She knew
that if he decided to continue tickling her feet, she wouldn't be able to compose herself for very long. It was one of her most sensitive spots. The fact that her socks were still on helped her to suppress her giggles. Getting tickled
on her bare feet was one of her worst nightmares. Eric used to tickle her feet all the time when they were dating, so she knew what he was capable of. Eric looked down at her with a grin. He hadn't tickled her in a long time. The memories of how ticklish she was came racing back.
"I forgot how ticklish her feet were. I bet if I pulled these socks off, I could get a few giggles next time I tickled her. As I recall, there was a spot at the base of her toes that used to drive her crazy."
He began to tug harder at her socks. Laura closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for what Eric had planned. Her heart raced in her chest. The socks began to lose their grip around her ankles, and her feet slowly slipped free of what little protection they provided. She felt a cool draft from under the glass doors blow across
the bare skin on her vulnerable soles. She felt a shiver go up her spine. She opened up her eyes after a couple of seconds when she realized that Eric wasn't tickling her. She felt the muscles in her body relax. She hadn't realized
how tense she was until she felt her shoulders uncurl from around her ears, and the back of her legs rest on the carpet. Her heart rate slowed to its natural rhythm.
"Bet you're feeling pretty relieved right about now, huh?" Eric asked. "Well, I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you. We haven't even begun to have fun yet."
Laura looked at the clock on the wall in her living room, it was 9:35 pm. They had her pinned to the carpet for the last twenty minutes. Patrick got her shirt completely unbuttoned and exposed her
smooth, flat stomach. She was wearing a simple white, lace bra underneath.
"Here's the deal. I'm going to free one of your hands so I can get this pesky shirt out of the way. If you make any attempt to get free, I can promise no mercy, tickle torture for the next couple of hours. But, if you're a good
girl, and do as you're told then we can practice leniency. It's up to you. Either way, you're going to get tickled.. it's just a matter of how badly."
With his warning in place, Patrick removed one of her wrists from its captive position. Laura showed no sign of struggle. He slipped the sleeve of the shirt off the freed arm. He then returned the bare arm to its original position nestled between his knees. He did the same for the other arm. When the shirt had been successfully
removed, he patted her on the head.
"That was a wise decision. You're now entitled to the benefit of a safe word. If at any time during the next two hours you feel we're doing something you can't take, you may use the
safe word. Before you get too excited, let me tell you about the catch. You can only use the safe word three times...so I suggest you choose carefully." he said with a grin.
The benefit of the safe word didn't give Laura too much comfort. The words "two hours" spun around in her head and made her dizzy. Finally when she had gotten the full picture of what was about to happen to her, she began to speak.
"Why two hours??" she asked.
Eric was quick to answer this question. "Think of it as a gift. We should've made it three....one hour for each hand of cards that you cheated us. But since you seem so cooperative, we reduced it to two. I think you owe us some heartfelt gratitude, now that I think about it."
"You're gonna be waiting a long time for that to happen, buddy. So, what's the safe word?" Laura asked, giving into her fate.
"How about tickled pink?" Eric offered.
"That's not too bad, but I've got a better idea. For this particular situation, I think the color purple is more fitting, because we are going to go way beyond pink. So how does tickled purple sound?" Patrick asked.
"Perfect!" Eric said with a laugh.
"I guess so. When I say it, you'll stop tickling me, right?" Laura asked.
"We'll give the area of attack a rest, and we'll allow you to catch your breath. Sound fair?" Patrick asked rhetorically. "Eric, could you hand
me that scarf on the couch?"
"I never said you could tie me up!" Laura stated.
"First of all, it's not meant to tie you up. Secondly, even if it were, there wouldn't be much that you could really do to stop it. I think you're forgetting who's in control of the situation, aren't you? I think that will be our lesson of the evening." Patrick said as he took the scarf from Eric.
He gently tied it around her eyes, securing it with a knot. When the room went black, Laura felt her other senses heighten. She now realized the music playing on the radio. It was an oldies station playing her favorite song, "Brown Eyed Girl". She also smelled the incense she had lit before they sat down to play cards. It was the
smell of sandalwood, known for its calming fragrance. She didn't think fifty pounds of flaming sandalwood incense sticks were going to be able to calm her down tonight.
The feel of Patrick's fingers sliding down her bare arms halted her train of thought. He raked his fingernails up and down her arm from her wrist to her shoulder. She felt a rush of goose bumps. The feeling tickled, especially around her wrist and the crook of her arm, but it wasn't anything she couldn't tolerate.
"I just wanted to start you off slow. Just to built up your tolerance a little." Patrick said. "First we're gonna map out all your most ticklish spots. This way, we won't have to waste our time with spots like the tip of your
nose." he joked as he scratched the tip of her nose. She laughed. "Your nose isn't ticklish, is it?" Patrick asked jokingly.
Her giggle increased, and after she composed herself she was able to answer.
"No, I was just laughing because you're such a goofball. You can take my eyeballs, and teeth off the ticklish list too. Just thought I'd help you out."
"No ticklish teeth, gotcha. Thanks. But, let's find out where you are ticklish."
Patrick's hands then traveled down her arms to the base of her neck. She tensed her shoulders. He drew a line around the area where a necklace would lay. When he reached her collarbone she tensed even more. Her lips were pursed tightly, to prevent any giggles from escaping.
"Well, I think I found spot number one." he teased as he dug in a little harder around her collarbone.
She couldn't suppress her laughter any longer. A loud scream followed by a steady stream of laughter erupted from her mouth. She thrashed her head from side to side in an attempt to break his grip. "Stahahahahap!" was all she could manage. His attack went on like this for about ten minutes. At one point she caused her blindfold to come loose. Her eyes were shut tight anyway, so Patrick made no effort to replace the scarf.
"Now, back to our lesson of the evening. Who's in charge here?" Patrick asked Laura.
"Screw..(gasp)....you!" Laura responded in an attempt to hold onto some dignity, but continued to laugh uncontrollably.
Patrick and her had only been dating for a short period of time, but he already knew that she had a vicious stubborn streak. He knew that if he got her to say that he was in charge, she would submit to anything else he proposed.
"Wrong answer!" Patrick said as he intensified his tickling. "Why don't you try that again?"
"NOooooo!" Laura managed in the middle of her laughter.
"Eric, could you assist me please?" Patrick asked.
"No problem." Eric said as he wiggled his fingernails on her soles.
"OKAY..(gasp)....STOP!! ....(gasp)...you...." Laura couldn't finish the sentence because she was laughing too hard.
"What was that?" Patrick's fingers stopped moving, but remained on her neck. Eric also stopped his attack on her bare feet.
After a few seconds she was able to regain enough breath to say "You're in charge."
"Good girl" Patrick said. "Should we make her say the safe word, Eric?"
"Nah, it's too soon. Let's see what other spots make her giggle." Eric said.
"Boy, you should really thank your buddy over there. I was really getting into that for awhile. I didn't think this was going to be so much fun!" Patrick said to Laura.
"Should we put the blindfold back on?" Eric asked.
"No, I want to see her expressions a bit better. Let's leave it off." Patrick said.
Laura could still feel Patrick's fingers on her neck. She was giggling softly. She tried to compose herself again before they made their next discovery. She was just able to take her first deep breath when Patrick's hands started wandering again. This time his fingers found the soft hollows of her underarms. He didn't apply too much
pressure at first, because he already knew this was a sensitive area. He watched her face intently for any changes in her expression. The second his fingers touched the surface, she bit down on her bottom lip. He then
switched to the tips of his fingernails to gently scratch up and down the smooth, delicate skin. The change in pressure was too much for Laura to handle, and Patrick could tell she was on the verge of laughing by the intense look on her face. She began to grow redder, and the muscles in her face contorted in an effort to keep any breath
from escaping. She looked like a volcano ready to erupt.
"Ya know, Eric, I think our pal here, is holding out on us. I can tell that this really must tickle like crazy, but she seems determined not to laugh. Maybe she just needs a little help over the edge." Patrick said to his cohort.
"Hey Laura, why'd the turkey cross the road?" Eric paused for any reaction from Laura. She opened her eyes for a moment before returning to her efforts to contain her laughter.
"Because he wasn't chicken!" Eric finished, adding in some exaggerated laughter of his own for effect.
The sheer stupidity of Eric's joke and hearing his ridiculous guffaws caught Laura off guard. She lost any composure she was trying to maintain. Her laughter came out in a loud, steady stream of "HA HA HA HA." Even Patrick couldn't help but laugh at Eric's antics.
"Gotcha!!" Eric boasted.
Patrick really dug into Laura's ticklish underarms. Now that her resistance had been worn down, he knew that until he chose to stop, she would never be able to regain her self-control. He varied his technique by using light, circular fingernail scratches, poking, and hard finger scribbles. Her whole body shook as though the tips of Patrick's fingers had an electric current running through them. The guys couldn't decipher between her laughter and screams. Most of what she was trying to say was incoherent. Her words were buried beneath her own gasps for breath and an endless stream of laughter.
Patrick's fingers stopped tickling. They both watched as the effects of the tickling onslaught still took their toll on her. She panted heavily. Her face was red and beaded with sweat. She still couldn't control the giggles that reverberated from her mouth. They waited for her breathing to become more even before they spoke.
"Damn I'm a nice guy! Here was another perfect opportunity to make you say the safe word and I let you off the hook. That's okay sweetie, you can thank me later." Patrick teased as he smoothed back Laura's sweaty hair from her face.
"Ya know, I'm beginning to feel a little left out of all this fun. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love to watch, but I just gotta get in on the action!" Eric said.
"My fingers are getting kind of tired. What do you think honey, should I give Eric a chance?"
"No, Patrick....please don't! He won't stop! Trust me, I know."
"I'm offended! I can follow the rules just like anybody else. It's just that I've never had to follow rules in a game like this before. All I need is some practice. You've got to at least give me a chance." Eric said.
"You promise to stop when I say the safe wor'?" Laura asked in a serious tone.
"Cross my heart." Eric returned making an 'x' over his heart.
"I guess I don't have too much choice.....okay." Laura resigned.
Eric's mouth looked as though it was trying to imitate the Cheshire cat's smile wide grin from the children's tale "Alice in Wonderland". He looked a little too happy in Laura's opinion. This was a position that neither of them had been in for a long time. Eric always enjoyed tickling Laura because she was so animated. He loved to watch her
expressions, and listen to her pleads for mercy.
They got into countless tickle fights during their relationship. They always ended with Laura begging him to stop, and when he finally did, they usually made love. It was after these love making encounters that Laura began to realize the enjoyment she got from tickling. No other person had tied both tickling and sex together for her
before. In fact, most of the tickling situations she experienced in the past, had involved platonic friends and family members. When Eric tickled her, he brought a whole other dimension to it that she didn't even know existed. Though her fetish was beginning to surface, she never shared these feelings with Eric during their relationship.
"This should be interesting. I've never had help before. It will sure make it easier....for me anyway." Eric went from straddling her ankles, to
her waist.
He tried not to look too eager in front of Patrick because she was, after all, his girlfriend. He was trying to keep this as platonic as possible, but considering their past, it was very difficult. Inside his heart was pounding so hard he was sure both of them could hear it. He took his hands and placed them on either side of her ribcage. Laura
glanced at the clock before shutting her eyes, it was 10:25 pm. She still had another hour of this torture to endure. Eric caught Laura's glance at the clock.
"Don't worry about the time. We just passed intermission. Now it's time for act two."
He began to run his fingernails gently up and down her sides causing an outbreak of goose bumps. This sensation didn't tickle, it just gave her the chills. He intensified his pressure, and began to focus on individual ribs to see which ones would make her squirm. He started just below the bottom of her bra. He wiggled his fingers all along this area, searching her face for any sign of weakness. He didn't have to wait long. She began squirming in an effort to get away from the tickling finger tips. Her breathing became heavier, and then stopped all together.
She was holding her breath again. She knew her efforts were futile, but her stubborn streak prevented her from giving Eric any satisfaction. Eventually his fingers conquered her stubbornness. She exploded in a fit of screams and laughter. She was writhing so hard that Patrick's knees almost lost their grip on her wrists. He had to
reinforce their hold with his hands. Eric then moved his kneading fingers down her ribcage. It seems as though the middle of her ribcage wasn't as ticklish as the spot just beneath her breasts. She was still giggling, but it wasn't as intense. As he continued exploring, he eventually came to the last rib on either side of her body. She
burst into peals of laughter again. Eric wasn't expecting this outburst because she seemed to be getting less ticklish as he advanced down her ribcage.
"Isn't that interesting.....more ticklish on the top and bottom. I'll have
to make a mental note of that little tid bit of information." Eric said as he continued exploiting her vulnerable spots.
"NOOOOoooo......Stahahahap!" was all Laura could verbalize.
"You know what to say. What's the magic words?" Eric teased.
"Ttttt...." Laura attempted the safe word but couldn't catch her breath enough to complete the phrase.
"Ooo, I think she tried to say it. Here, I'll help you out." Eric offered as he stopped tickling her ribcage. "Now, what was that?"
Laura continued to giggle and pant in uneven breaths. It took another thirty seconds before she could say anything resembling an actual word. Her whole body glistened with a thin layer of sweat. Her face was the color of a runner's after a marathon, and she was breathing just as heavily.
"Tickled....purple." Laura said finally after being able to take a few deep breaths.
"That's my girl. I knew you had it in you. It was just a matter of getting past those stubborn defenses of yours." Patrick said as he kissed her moist forehead.
"Pat, you hang onto her for a minute, I'll be right back." Eric said as he got up.
Laura made no motion of trying to free herself. Her muscles were too exhausted from her struggles during the past twenty minutes. Eric returned with a towel from Laura's bathroom, and a small container of baby powder. He handed both of them to Patrick.
"I think you ought to clean her up a little. She looks a bit overheated." Eric said.
"Good idea." Patrick said as he began to mop up the sweat on her face.
Once her face and neck were dry, he did the same for her torso and arms. Eric reached up to the ceiling fan above him, and turned it on. He clicked the pull chain a couple of times so there was a gentle breeze in the room.
Patrick finished the job by sprinkling some baby powder over her torso and arms. Laura enjoyed the soft, silky feel of the powder on her skin. When Patrick had finished, she was dry and comfortable, but still weary. Eric sat down, straddling her thighs.
"Before I get you giggling again, I've got a little confession to make. I was kind of being selfish when I got those things to clean you up. I've found that the victim becomes less ticklish when they get all sweaty. Just thought I'd let you know.... before you had me sainted, or something." Eric said.
"Man, he's even more devious than I am." Patrick said with a laugh.
"I kind of thought you might be getting something out of this. It was too good to be true." Laura said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, now that you know what a bastard I really am, I don't have to feel bad for making you plead for mercy again. After all, I've got my reputation to protect."
"C'mon guys, haven't I had enough? I've learned my lesson. I'll never play cards with you two again! Just let me go, okay?" Laura asked hopefully.
"Hmmm, I'm afraid I can't do that just yet. There is still far too much uncharted territory to cover. And by my watch, we still have a little over forty minutes left.
"Isn't that right, Pat?"
Patrick checked his watch. "Yep, he's right, honey. Sorry.... can't help ya."
"Now, let's see....where were we? I think we fairly assessed her ribs to be pretty ticklish, especially this little one down at the bottom." he said as he gave it one last poke. Laura giggled immediately. She was too tired to fight back the laughter anymore.
"I think the next stop on our list is right here." he said as he tickled her belly. She giggled softly, but made no real squirming motions. This area was obviously not as ticklish as her ribs had been, but he was enjoying the sweet giggling sound Laura was making. He continued tapping, poking and scribbling on her belly for a few more
minutes. The closer he got to the top of her jeans, the louder the giggles became.
"Gee Lau, it seems like the lower I go, the more ticklish you are. What does this feel like?" he asked as his finger traveled from her bare skin, to her jeans. He poked the spot just below
her hipbone. She let out a high pitched squeal, and almost bucked Eric right off her.
"Man, I think I've found something over here." and he poked the spot again.
"NOT THERE ERIC, I MEAN IT!!" Laura screamed.
"It seems we may have to teach her the lesson of the evening again, Patrick." Eric said.
"It sure does. I thought for sure she would have remembered that one. Honey, who is in charge here?" Patrick asked calmly.
"Please Patrick! Not there! It's too ticklish! I can't stand it!" Laura pleaded.
"Well, then you know exactly what to say, don't you?" Eric reminded her.
"I hate you both!" Laura pouted.
"Oh, don't be mad. It's just the rules of the game. I know what will cheer you up....." Eric said as he began to dig his fingers into that spot below her hipbone.
This time he didn't stop to let Laura catch her breath. The pouty expression she had on her face a second ago, was erased. Laura couldn't contain the explosion of shrieking laughter that welled up in her throat the second Eric's hands hit the spot. She found a renewed sense of strength to try and fight him off. She squirmed so fiercely,
that both of them had difficulty restraining her. Her face returned to its bright shade of crimson. Eric knew it wouldn't be long before the 'safe word' was spoken. He didn't let up for a moment.
"Do you have anything to say?" Eric asked innocently.
"Waaaait...pppleee..." Laura said in between gasps and giggles. She couldn't form any sentences. She was having too much difficulty catching her breath.
"Yes?" Eric asked as he paused his assault.
"Pp...please.....no more. Tickled purple." she said in a volume just above a whisper.
"Boy, that one was a ten on the Richter scale, huh?" Eric joked.
"I didn't even know that one was there!" Patrick admitted.
Laura laid limp on the carpet, trying to compose herself. She still felt Eric's fingers on that spot. It burned and tingled. Some giggles bubbled to the surface for the next minute. She felt giddy and excited. This tickle torture
was having a different effect on her than she thought it would. Her hormones coursed through her body, she was actually getting aroused by this torment. Her brain struggled to sort out the feelings of confusion and ecstasy. She was certain that there must be something wrong with her. Just before a feeling a embarrassment could take hold
of her, Eric pulled her from her musings.
"I just gotta see what else you're hiding underneath these jeans." he said excitedly.
His hands started on their journey down her legs, once Laura had the chance to gain some presence of mind. All it took for her to laugh this time, was the slightest touch on any spot on her thigh. He tried various intensities and techniques. He discovered that squeezing her leg muscle in between his thumb and index finger worked the best. Her inner thigh seemed to provoke the strongest response. He continued moving down her leg and stopped at the next logical place, her knees. Her squeals grew louder, and her efforts to free herself were more earnest. With Eric's full weight on her shins, it made her struggle futile.
"Hey Pat, help me flip her over." Eric said.
"Sure." Patrick responded as he rolled her shoulders to the left. Once over, he resumed his hold on her wrists.
Eric returned his body weight back on top of her, now resting on her calves. He wanted to find out if the back of her legs were as ticklish as the front. He suspected that he knew the answer already. Although seemingly impossible, the back of her legs were even more sensitive. Eric scratched the back of her knees in a circular motion. It was then that the first coherent words were heard from Laura.
"NOOooooo.....mooooore!!!" she pleaded.
Knowing that she only had one safe word left, he decided to be kind and stop with out making her say it.
"That's a freebie. You're gonna need that safe word for what's coming next. Pat, what do you think is the most ticklish spot on her so far?"
"Probably that spot just below her hip, why?" Patrick asked.
"Flip her back over, and straddle her belly." Eric instructed.
Patrick was intrigued and followed Eric's instruction. He had no idea what he had in mind, but he seemed to have a plan in mind. When he was done, Laura was firmly pinned, face-up beneath him. Patrick made sure that he had her arms pinned to her sides with his legs so that she couldn't retaliate.
During this entire strategy, Laura was protesting and trying to break free from their grasp. She didn't think she could take anymore of this. While Eric and Patrick were talking to each other she had the opportunity to glance at
the clock again. Could it be true? Only ten minutes left? She was filled with both relief and fear about these last few torturous minutes ahead of her.
"Okay Pat, you're in charge of that spot you just named. I'm just gonna rest back here on her ankles and tame these little tootsies of hers." Eric said with a grin.
Before Laura had the chance to voice her final objection, they began what was about to be the most intense ten minutes of her life. Both of them dug in at once. Patrick's kneading fingertips below her hip, and Eric's scratching fingernails on her bare soles. They were exploiting the two most ticklish spots on her body at the same time.
She went berserk. Her body shook violently. She was thrashing her head back and forth, it was the only part of her body that could move freely. She fell into silent laughter. Any sound she attempted to make came out as muted gasps of air. Eric was prying her clenched toes back, enough to stretch the skin of her soles. She had no defense against his tickling fingers on the base of her toes. He then raked his nails up and down her taut skin.
Patrick had moved from her hipbone to her inner thigh, remembering that this was another one of her hot spots. Tears leaked out of Laura's eyes. She could no longer endure the overwhelming sensations her body was struggling with. After about seven or eight minutes, she managed to gain enough breath in her lungs to scream.
Along with that scream came the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. It was the highest, most primal scream either of the guys had ever heard. It startled both of them and made them stop their tickling ambush. They looked at her, concerned that they had hurt her in some way. Then they got off of her, finally freeing her body from its restraints for the first time in almost 2 1/2 hours.
Laura felt like the weight of the world was lifted off her chest. She could breath easier, and move her weak, sore limbs freely. Her hair was saturated with sweat, as was the rest of her body. Her complexion was returning to a more pink hue as she calmed herself down. Her breathing evened out, and her heart rate slowed. She was completely spent. She couldn't even lift her head off the carpet. Now that it was over, she was able to enjoy the tingling sensations that raced over the surface of her skin. Her giggles continued as the memories of the last 150 minutes flooded her mind. She had never achieved an orgasm like this before. She was amazed by the fact that something so excruciating, could also be so erotic. She knew she was hooked. Tickling had always been a
fascination to her, but it now reached a much greater level.
She was torn between feelings or embarrassment, and euphoria. She wondered how she could tell Patrick that she had an orgasm during something that appeared to be pure torture. She was fearful that he might mistake her for a masochist. Who knows, maybe she was. Either way, she couldn't let her secret out...not yet.