LAUGHTER IN THE JUNGLE
Sandra stopped for a moment and listened. She heard only the sounds of her own laboured breathing. They hadn't found her yet, but they were close. The striking brunette lay down for a moment, clutching her torn, soaked shirt to her chest. Her long hair hung fan-like around her pretty face, which was stained with tears and perspiration. The brown eyed student's t-shirt barely covered her large breasts, and showed off her tanned, flat belly. Her jean shorts were cut off high on her taut thighs, showing off athletic legs. Her bare toes curled in the sand as she drew her knees up to her chest and put her head down. "How did this happen?" she thought despairingly to herself.
A woman's scream shattered the silence of the jungle, and Sandra immediately recognized the sound as coming from her friend. "Oh God, they got Denise!" she thought, hugging herself tightly. A series of high pitched shrieks flooded the jungle night, and Sandra cringed with the thought of what the gang was doing to poor Denise. Sandra was torn for a moment about what she should do. Part of her wanted to stay where she was; another wanted to run deep into the jungle and hide. But the part of her that was loyal to Denise wanted to go and see if she could help her best friend.
Slowly, Sandra rose to her feet and made her way towards the sound of Denise's howling. Several times she stopped and scanned the darkness for signs of her pursuers. Each time she found none, and made her way to the edge of the clearing where the women were torturing Denise. Sandra stifled a gasp when she took in the sight before her. In the middle of the clearing was Denise, naked and bound spread eagle to the ground. Two women ran long feathers over the gorgeous blonde's breasts, armpits and ribs, while two others used feathers on the soles of her bare feet. Another tough-looking amazon used a cruel looking feather to tease Denise's belly and thighs. Denise thrashed about and laughed hysterically as they tickled her helpless body.
Sandra felt sorry for her friend, knowing how ticklish Denise was. Just last week Denise had told her about how she had been in a tickle fight with her boyfriend Tom, and how he had pinned her and tickled her ribs until she went bananas! She had immediately given in and promised everything she could think of until he stopped. Now she was being tickled unmercifully by lesbian gangsters who didn't care how much she begged or what she promised. A piercing scream from Denise brought Sandra's attention back. The women were scraping their nails up and down Denise's squirming soles, causing her to squeal in ticklish agony! Sandra watched helplessly as the chuckling women raked their long, red fingernails across Denise's wildly wriggling bare soles. Sandra couldn't look away. She was mesmerized by the sight of Denise writhing, squealing uncontrollably as the women scraped their nails under her toes and across her arches. Sandra's nipples began to harden.
The gang knew what they were doing, altering the rhythm and intensity of their assault on their ticklish victim. At times, the women would only be tickling Denise's feet, which was more than enough to drive Denise crazy. Then, they would stop and they would tickle her ribs and pits until Denise was red in the face from laughing. Sandra found herself becoming aroused by all this, and despite her sympathy for Denise, slipped a hand down her shorts and started rubbing her dampened crotch. Watching Denise laugh and squirm was really turning her on!
Eventually they began tickling Denise with full force, and the captive arched and bucked under the torturous attack, screaming for them to stop. Sandra moaned, biting her lip as her body trembled with pleasure. Catching her breath, she looked around, afraid. While she was transfixed by the tickle scene and stroking herself to orgasm, a few of the women had slipped away from the clearing. The tickling had stopped. "They must be looking for me and Jenny." she thought, scanning the darkness. The only light seemed to come from several torches burning in the clearing. Hearing a noise, Sandra froze.
Sandra's heart nearly stopped when she heard someone cry, "We got her!" somewhere off to her right. She was about to flee when she heard someone else cry out, and heard sounds of a struggle. Crouching lower under the protection of the underbrush, she watched as Jenny was dragged kicking and screaming from the jungle on the other side of the clearing.
Before she could decide what to do next, the gang was preparing Jenny for interrogation. Quickly, they stripped away her skimpy bikini, leaving the attractive redhead naked under the torchlight. While she yelled and struggled, she was dragged toward a short, cross-like fixture that was driven into the ground. It stood only a few feet tall, and had a wooden crossbar that had wrist cuffs attached. Jenny was forced to sit down with her back to the cross, and had her arms stretched out and bound to the horizontal crosspiece. A rope bound her waist to the upright pole, while her ankles were placed over a small tying bar in front of her and secured with more rope. Sandra could see Jenny's bare soles wrinkling nervously by the flicker of the torches.
One of the women approached Jenny, and bent down to talk to her. "Where is your friend?" she questioned sternly. "I don't know!" Jenny spit back, still pulling at her bonds. "Once more I ask, where is your friend?" she said, lifting her chin. Jenny twisted her head away, and glared at her captors. "I said I don't know, @#%$!" she yelled. Sandra was impressed by Jenny's defiance. Obviously, Jenny had seen what they did to Denise, just as she had, and had to know that she was next.
The leader turned and addressed the jungle. "Give yourself up, and we will spare your friend. If you don't, we will make her ... very uncomfortable." she said, emphasizing her last remark by twirling a large red feather in her hands. Sandra felt a twinge of guilt, and wanted to run out, but rationally she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent what was going to happen. All she could do now was keep herself from falling into their hands.
As Sandra watched, a couple of the women took feathers and knelt by either side of Jenny's naked torso. Jenny looked from one to the other, waiting for the tickling feathers to touch her. Tied as she was, her ribs and underarms were helpless targets for the cruel, tickling feathers. At a nod from the dark haired leader, the women started running their feathers up Jenny's sides, starting at her waist. Jenny clamped her jaws shut and shook her head as she fought the urge to laugh. By the time the feather tips found her pale armpits, she could no longer hold it in. Jenny giggled loudly as the pointy tips circled and probed her ticklish pits.
The rib and armpit tickling went on for a while, with the women slowly teasing Jenny into hysterics. Jenny twisted and fought to free herself from the tickling post, but found it impossible to escape the feathers that tickled her bare ribs and armpits. The tickling was meant to make Jenny suffer, and hopefully pressure Sandra into revealing herself to the gang.
After half an hour, they were still working on Jenny's ribs. Sandra could see Jenny struggling, wide-eyed as she fought to breathe between fits of laughter. For a while, they were tickling Jenny's belly and breasts, giving her large, pink nipples enough attention to make them swell to full length. Jenny squealed and twisted vainly against the pole when one of the younger women knelt before her and put a brush inside her bellybutton, swirling it around and around the sensitive skin. Meanwhile they had dropped the feathers and were poking and prodding her ribs with their sharp fingernails. Jenny tossed her head back and forth, her long, damp hair shining in the firelight as she howled with laughter. The tickling was really starting to get to her.
After another few minutes or so, they stopped and let Jenny collect her wits. The leader bent down to whisper something in Jenny's ear, and she paled. "Sandra, please, PLEASE give yourself up!" she cried. "Don't let them keep tickling me!" she pleaded, clenching her fists in frustration. "All they want is to know where you put their radio." So, that was it! Sandra had buried the radio deep in the jungle, and they needed it. She bit her lip, and steadied her resolve. No matter how much they tickled her friends, she would not give those criminals what they wanted. Secretly, she hoped the tickling would continue!
While Jenny continued to cry out for Sandra to save her, Denise was being untied and moved over to another post set up beside Jenny. In no time Denise was bound to the device, with feet bound slightly off the ground in front of her. Sandra guessed that the group was desperate to get the radio, and would tickle torture both girls until she gave them what they wanted. What they didn't count on was Sandra's determination not to give in. They also didn't realize that Sandra found the tickling of her closest friends to be incredibly stimulating. As long as they didn't really hurt her friends, Sandra was prepared to watch them giggle and squirm until the authorities arrived the next day.
Denise and Jenny had often done things to piss Sandra off. Like borrowing her clothes, and not returning them. Or conveniently "forgetting" to invite her to parties. Ending up with the guys she really liked was the absolute worst. She wasn't as outgoing as Jenny and Denise, and even when they knew who she liked, they didn't hold back from going after them anyway. "You snooze, you lose!" they told her. Now who is on the losing end, thought Sandra with a smile.
The leader spoke once more. "Your friends seem to be pretty ticklish, Sandra" she said. "We have all night to find out just how ticklish they really are." she added, playing with Denise's brown nipples. "Just give us our radio back. When we get that, all of you will be free to go." she finished, looking down at the two naked prisoners. The girls wiggled uneasily, dreading further tickle torture. "PLEASE Sandra, DO IT!" cried Jenny, her soles wrinkling at the thought of being tickled. "Yes, FOR GOD'S SAKE, give them what they WANT!" added Denise, glancing around at those who had earlier tickled her without mercy.
Sandra imagined herself tickling Jenny and Denise until they promised to treat her better. "Give it to them!" she silently encouraged, remaining where she was.
"Very well, Sandra, have it your way." the leader said, and nodded to the women. They approached Jenny's feet and began tying her big toes together with leather thongs. The thongs were pulled back and tied to her ankle bonds, making her soles even more helpless. Jenny was pleading with her captors now, who chuckled as two women sat by her securely tied and ticklish bare feet. Eyes wide, Jenny watched in horror as they produced toothbrushes and held them out for her to see. "Please, no, PLEASE ... not my FEET!" Jenny pleaded. But to no avail.
High pitched giggles escaped Jenny's lips as the ticklers set to work on her exposed soles. They scraped the fiendish bristles up the bottoms of her bare feet, starting at the heels and finishing at the toes. Slowly, up and down the full length of her soles they tickled, and Jenny's composure crumbled. She laughed and squealed, and tried vainly to move her feet, but could not due to the manner in which her toes were tied.
Sandra grinned, watching Jenny come apart from the foot tickling. She wished she could have been the one to tickle Jenny's helpless soles. The way Jenny's feet wiggled each time the brushes tickled them, and the look on Jenny's face as she laughed made Sandra hot with desire.
Moments later, Denise's familiar giggling joined her companion's constant laughter. Her toes had been tied back like Jenny's, and feathers were being dragged up and down her soles. Each shrieking laugh from her ticklish friends seemed to make Sandra wet between the legs, and she stroked her own hardening nipples while imagining it was her driving them wild with tickling! She pictured herself scratching her nails all over their feet, moving from Denise's perfect, creamy soles to Jenny's soft, pink foot bottoms, making both apologize for their past treatment of her. And, of course, no matter how both of them begged and apologized, she wouldn't stop, not until she was satisfied both had been severely punished!
Over the next while, the gang eagerly tickle tortured the sexy captives, working their helpless ribs and feet over with brushes, feathers and Q-tips. The ticklers did their jobs well, teasing just enough to keep their victims in a prolonged state of hysteria, but not enough to make them pass out from lack of air. The tormentors also added a sexual teasing element, by stroking a nipple, or a thigh, and even paused once or twice to rub one of the girls' wet @#%$.
Sandra came three times in that first hour, getting off on the sound of laughter and desperate pleas for mercy. It was interesting to see which tickling techniques worked best on the ticklish pair. Denise went wild when fingernails scratched around in her smooth pits. But she also shook violently and shrieked when brushes attacked the sensitive skin between her toes and arches. Jenny, on the other hand, screamed and begged loudest when the toothbrushes tickled her pale arches, especially when combined with Q-tips and pipe cleaners tickling between her delicious little toes.
Sandra looked at her watch; it was 3:00 am. Dawn was still some time away. "Could Jenny and Denise hold on until then?" she thought. Judging from the sounds they were making, she doubted they could hold on for another minute.
The activity stopped, and both girls collapsed in their bonds. Even though she was a distance away, Sandra could see the sweat that covered their naked bodies. Sandra could only wonder what it felt like to endure constant, merciless tickling. She recalled the last time her boyfriend had grabbed her ankle and tickled her bare foot. That only lasted twenty or thirty seconds, and had made her wild with laughter. Shuddering, she hoped she never had to go through what Jenny and Denise were experiencing. Of course, being on the other end of the feathers and brushes would definitely be fun!
Moments later, the gang was about to start up again. Before she knew it, Jenny was again a target, as fingers and brushes gently probed the sensitive hollows of her armpits. The brushes tickled and scratched, and she begged feebly as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"NOT THERE, PLEASE, NO MORE!" Denise cried as the women moved to her taut, helpless soles. Denise then discovered firsthand the incredible sensation of having one's feet tickled with toothbrushes. It tickled much more than she would have thought! Immediately she started to thrash about and plead for her tormentors to stop. But of course, the tickling bristles scrubbed her ticklish soles maddeningly until tears fell freely from her disbelieving eyes.
For the better part of the next hour, Jenny and Denise were tickled until both were nearly senseless. Their begging obtained them only short breaks while ticklers traded places or swapped instruments. They cried out several times for Sandra to help them, but she never came. Well, never came to help, anyway.
Finally, the ticklers went all out, covering every inch of the prisoners' bodies with teasing strokes from feathers, brushes, and long, torturous nails. Both Jenny and Denise were near the breaking point, laughing, squirming, begging - while sweat erupted from every pore and tears rolled down their cheeks.
As if on cue, Sandra heard the familiar thrum of helicopter rotors, indicating that help had arrived. The gang of criminals escaped into the jungle, leaving their slowly recovering victims still tied to their tickling posts. Sandra slowly stood up, trying to ease the cramps out of her limbs. Then, she cautiously approached her friends.
While the choppers were landing, Sandra began untying Denise. After freeing her ankles, she went to Denise's arms and began to let her loose. Denise came around, and was shocked to see Sandra untying her. "Sandra, where have you been? We kept calling and calling...", Denise said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Yes, Sandra, where were you when we were being tickled to death because of you?" added Jenny, now alert to her surroundings. "Well, I... I was lost." Sandra said quickly, moving to release Jenny's ankles. Jenny looked unconvinced. "Besides, it wasn't that bad, was it? I mean, they didn't really hurt you, just tickled you." Sandra added.
"How would you know? You were lost!" Jenny cried, rubbing her wrists. Sandra turned red, feeling caught. "Well, I did hear you laughing, and all these feathers and things on the ground ..." she murmured, moving away slowly. "And why are your shorts wet, Sandra?" questioned Denise, pointing at Sandra's moistened crotch. "You were here, all the time, weren't you, watching us being tickle tortured!" yelled Jenny, struggling to her feet. "And getting off on the whole thing!" cried Denise, fists clenched in anger.
Sandra was unable to answer. They knew. What could she say? It was one thing not to have given herself up - she could argue that it wouldn't have mattered, and all three would have been tickled anyway. But the wet spot on her shorts! They now knew that she had enjoyed watching their ticklish plight!
She was certain that Jenny and Denise would have jumped her right there and extracted a terrible revenge, but just then federal agents converged on the area and came to their assistance. As Jenny and Denise were given blankets to cover their nudity with, they turned to Sandra and spoke to her in low voices. "Wait until we get back home, Sandra. This isn't over." Jenny said, eyes blazing before walking away. Denise came to whisper in Sandra's ear, "We'll get you. And then you'll know what it's like." Smiling, she bent down and picked up a toothbrush, and slowly ran her finger over the flexible bristles. Sandra watched, fear rising as she contemplated Denise's meaning. Jenny came up behind Sandra and ground her fingers into her ribs, just above the waist. With a squeal, Sandra jumped and nearly fell trying to get away from whoever had poked her.
"Tickles, huh Sandra? You should try it while you're tied and helpless!" menaced Jenny. "Don't worry about it, Jenny." said Denise, dragging the feisty redhead away. "Sooner or later, Sandra will know EXACTLY what it's like!" she said coldly, while Sandra held her ribs and hoped that her friends would forgive her before they made good on their threats.
Sandra stopped for a moment and listened. She heard only the sounds of her own laboured breathing. They hadn't found her yet, but they were close. The striking brunette lay down for a moment, clutching her torn, soaked shirt to her chest. Her long hair hung fan-like around her pretty face, which was stained with tears and perspiration. The brown eyed student's t-shirt barely covered her large breasts, and showed off her tanned, flat belly. Her jean shorts were cut off high on her taut thighs, showing off athletic legs. Her bare toes curled in the sand as she drew her knees up to her chest and put her head down. "How did this happen?" she thought despairingly to herself.
A woman's scream shattered the silence of the jungle, and Sandra immediately recognized the sound as coming from her friend. "Oh God, they got Denise!" she thought, hugging herself tightly. A series of high pitched shrieks flooded the jungle night, and Sandra cringed with the thought of what the gang was doing to poor Denise. Sandra was torn for a moment about what she should do. Part of her wanted to stay where she was; another wanted to run deep into the jungle and hide. But the part of her that was loyal to Denise wanted to go and see if she could help her best friend.
Slowly, Sandra rose to her feet and made her way towards the sound of Denise's howling. Several times she stopped and scanned the darkness for signs of her pursuers. Each time she found none, and made her way to the edge of the clearing where the women were torturing Denise. Sandra stifled a gasp when she took in the sight before her. In the middle of the clearing was Denise, naked and bound spread eagle to the ground. Two women ran long feathers over the gorgeous blonde's breasts, armpits and ribs, while two others used feathers on the soles of her bare feet. Another tough-looking amazon used a cruel looking feather to tease Denise's belly and thighs. Denise thrashed about and laughed hysterically as they tickled her helpless body.
Sandra felt sorry for her friend, knowing how ticklish Denise was. Just last week Denise had told her about how she had been in a tickle fight with her boyfriend Tom, and how he had pinned her and tickled her ribs until she went bananas! She had immediately given in and promised everything she could think of until he stopped. Now she was being tickled unmercifully by lesbian gangsters who didn't care how much she begged or what she promised. A piercing scream from Denise brought Sandra's attention back. The women were scraping their nails up and down Denise's squirming soles, causing her to squeal in ticklish agony! Sandra watched helplessly as the chuckling women raked their long, red fingernails across Denise's wildly wriggling bare soles. Sandra couldn't look away. She was mesmerized by the sight of Denise writhing, squealing uncontrollably as the women scraped their nails under her toes and across her arches. Sandra's nipples began to harden.
The gang knew what they were doing, altering the rhythm and intensity of their assault on their ticklish victim. At times, the women would only be tickling Denise's feet, which was more than enough to drive Denise crazy. Then, they would stop and they would tickle her ribs and pits until Denise was red in the face from laughing. Sandra found herself becoming aroused by all this, and despite her sympathy for Denise, slipped a hand down her shorts and started rubbing her dampened crotch. Watching Denise laugh and squirm was really turning her on!
Eventually they began tickling Denise with full force, and the captive arched and bucked under the torturous attack, screaming for them to stop. Sandra moaned, biting her lip as her body trembled with pleasure. Catching her breath, she looked around, afraid. While she was transfixed by the tickle scene and stroking herself to orgasm, a few of the women had slipped away from the clearing. The tickling had stopped. "They must be looking for me and Jenny." she thought, scanning the darkness. The only light seemed to come from several torches burning in the clearing. Hearing a noise, Sandra froze.
Sandra's heart nearly stopped when she heard someone cry, "We got her!" somewhere off to her right. She was about to flee when she heard someone else cry out, and heard sounds of a struggle. Crouching lower under the protection of the underbrush, she watched as Jenny was dragged kicking and screaming from the jungle on the other side of the clearing.
Before she could decide what to do next, the gang was preparing Jenny for interrogation. Quickly, they stripped away her skimpy bikini, leaving the attractive redhead naked under the torchlight. While she yelled and struggled, she was dragged toward a short, cross-like fixture that was driven into the ground. It stood only a few feet tall, and had a wooden crossbar that had wrist cuffs attached. Jenny was forced to sit down with her back to the cross, and had her arms stretched out and bound to the horizontal crosspiece. A rope bound her waist to the upright pole, while her ankles were placed over a small tying bar in front of her and secured with more rope. Sandra could see Jenny's bare soles wrinkling nervously by the flicker of the torches.
One of the women approached Jenny, and bent down to talk to her. "Where is your friend?" she questioned sternly. "I don't know!" Jenny spit back, still pulling at her bonds. "Once more I ask, where is your friend?" she said, lifting her chin. Jenny twisted her head away, and glared at her captors. "I said I don't know, @#%$!" she yelled. Sandra was impressed by Jenny's defiance. Obviously, Jenny had seen what they did to Denise, just as she had, and had to know that she was next.
The leader turned and addressed the jungle. "Give yourself up, and we will spare your friend. If you don't, we will make her ... very uncomfortable." she said, emphasizing her last remark by twirling a large red feather in her hands. Sandra felt a twinge of guilt, and wanted to run out, but rationally she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent what was going to happen. All she could do now was keep herself from falling into their hands.
As Sandra watched, a couple of the women took feathers and knelt by either side of Jenny's naked torso. Jenny looked from one to the other, waiting for the tickling feathers to touch her. Tied as she was, her ribs and underarms were helpless targets for the cruel, tickling feathers. At a nod from the dark haired leader, the women started running their feathers up Jenny's sides, starting at her waist. Jenny clamped her jaws shut and shook her head as she fought the urge to laugh. By the time the feather tips found her pale armpits, she could no longer hold it in. Jenny giggled loudly as the pointy tips circled and probed her ticklish pits.
The rib and armpit tickling went on for a while, with the women slowly teasing Jenny into hysterics. Jenny twisted and fought to free herself from the tickling post, but found it impossible to escape the feathers that tickled her bare ribs and armpits. The tickling was meant to make Jenny suffer, and hopefully pressure Sandra into revealing herself to the gang.
After half an hour, they were still working on Jenny's ribs. Sandra could see Jenny struggling, wide-eyed as she fought to breathe between fits of laughter. For a while, they were tickling Jenny's belly and breasts, giving her large, pink nipples enough attention to make them swell to full length. Jenny squealed and twisted vainly against the pole when one of the younger women knelt before her and put a brush inside her bellybutton, swirling it around and around the sensitive skin. Meanwhile they had dropped the feathers and were poking and prodding her ribs with their sharp fingernails. Jenny tossed her head back and forth, her long, damp hair shining in the firelight as she howled with laughter. The tickling was really starting to get to her.
After another few minutes or so, they stopped and let Jenny collect her wits. The leader bent down to whisper something in Jenny's ear, and she paled. "Sandra, please, PLEASE give yourself up!" she cried. "Don't let them keep tickling me!" she pleaded, clenching her fists in frustration. "All they want is to know where you put their radio." So, that was it! Sandra had buried the radio deep in the jungle, and they needed it. She bit her lip, and steadied her resolve. No matter how much they tickled her friends, she would not give those criminals what they wanted. Secretly, she hoped the tickling would continue!
While Jenny continued to cry out for Sandra to save her, Denise was being untied and moved over to another post set up beside Jenny. In no time Denise was bound to the device, with feet bound slightly off the ground in front of her. Sandra guessed that the group was desperate to get the radio, and would tickle torture both girls until she gave them what they wanted. What they didn't count on was Sandra's determination not to give in. They also didn't realize that Sandra found the tickling of her closest friends to be incredibly stimulating. As long as they didn't really hurt her friends, Sandra was prepared to watch them giggle and squirm until the authorities arrived the next day.
Denise and Jenny had often done things to piss Sandra off. Like borrowing her clothes, and not returning them. Or conveniently "forgetting" to invite her to parties. Ending up with the guys she really liked was the absolute worst. She wasn't as outgoing as Jenny and Denise, and even when they knew who she liked, they didn't hold back from going after them anyway. "You snooze, you lose!" they told her. Now who is on the losing end, thought Sandra with a smile.
The leader spoke once more. "Your friends seem to be pretty ticklish, Sandra" she said. "We have all night to find out just how ticklish they really are." she added, playing with Denise's brown nipples. "Just give us our radio back. When we get that, all of you will be free to go." she finished, looking down at the two naked prisoners. The girls wiggled uneasily, dreading further tickle torture. "PLEASE Sandra, DO IT!" cried Jenny, her soles wrinkling at the thought of being tickled. "Yes, FOR GOD'S SAKE, give them what they WANT!" added Denise, glancing around at those who had earlier tickled her without mercy.
Sandra imagined herself tickling Jenny and Denise until they promised to treat her better. "Give it to them!" she silently encouraged, remaining where she was.
"Very well, Sandra, have it your way." the leader said, and nodded to the women. They approached Jenny's feet and began tying her big toes together with leather thongs. The thongs were pulled back and tied to her ankle bonds, making her soles even more helpless. Jenny was pleading with her captors now, who chuckled as two women sat by her securely tied and ticklish bare feet. Eyes wide, Jenny watched in horror as they produced toothbrushes and held them out for her to see. "Please, no, PLEASE ... not my FEET!" Jenny pleaded. But to no avail.
High pitched giggles escaped Jenny's lips as the ticklers set to work on her exposed soles. They scraped the fiendish bristles up the bottoms of her bare feet, starting at the heels and finishing at the toes. Slowly, up and down the full length of her soles they tickled, and Jenny's composure crumbled. She laughed and squealed, and tried vainly to move her feet, but could not due to the manner in which her toes were tied.
Sandra grinned, watching Jenny come apart from the foot tickling. She wished she could have been the one to tickle Jenny's helpless soles. The way Jenny's feet wiggled each time the brushes tickled them, and the look on Jenny's face as she laughed made Sandra hot with desire.
Moments later, Denise's familiar giggling joined her companion's constant laughter. Her toes had been tied back like Jenny's, and feathers were being dragged up and down her soles. Each shrieking laugh from her ticklish friends seemed to make Sandra wet between the legs, and she stroked her own hardening nipples while imagining it was her driving them wild with tickling! She pictured herself scratching her nails all over their feet, moving from Denise's perfect, creamy soles to Jenny's soft, pink foot bottoms, making both apologize for their past treatment of her. And, of course, no matter how both of them begged and apologized, she wouldn't stop, not until she was satisfied both had been severely punished!
Over the next while, the gang eagerly tickle tortured the sexy captives, working their helpless ribs and feet over with brushes, feathers and Q-tips. The ticklers did their jobs well, teasing just enough to keep their victims in a prolonged state of hysteria, but not enough to make them pass out from lack of air. The tormentors also added a sexual teasing element, by stroking a nipple, or a thigh, and even paused once or twice to rub one of the girls' wet @#%$.
Sandra came three times in that first hour, getting off on the sound of laughter and desperate pleas for mercy. It was interesting to see which tickling techniques worked best on the ticklish pair. Denise went wild when fingernails scratched around in her smooth pits. But she also shook violently and shrieked when brushes attacked the sensitive skin between her toes and arches. Jenny, on the other hand, screamed and begged loudest when the toothbrushes tickled her pale arches, especially when combined with Q-tips and pipe cleaners tickling between her delicious little toes.
Sandra looked at her watch; it was 3:00 am. Dawn was still some time away. "Could Jenny and Denise hold on until then?" she thought. Judging from the sounds they were making, she doubted they could hold on for another minute.
The activity stopped, and both girls collapsed in their bonds. Even though she was a distance away, Sandra could see the sweat that covered their naked bodies. Sandra could only wonder what it felt like to endure constant, merciless tickling. She recalled the last time her boyfriend had grabbed her ankle and tickled her bare foot. That only lasted twenty or thirty seconds, and had made her wild with laughter. Shuddering, she hoped she never had to go through what Jenny and Denise were experiencing. Of course, being on the other end of the feathers and brushes would definitely be fun!
Moments later, the gang was about to start up again. Before she knew it, Jenny was again a target, as fingers and brushes gently probed the sensitive hollows of her armpits. The brushes tickled and scratched, and she begged feebly as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"NOT THERE, PLEASE, NO MORE!" Denise cried as the women moved to her taut, helpless soles. Denise then discovered firsthand the incredible sensation of having one's feet tickled with toothbrushes. It tickled much more than she would have thought! Immediately she started to thrash about and plead for her tormentors to stop. But of course, the tickling bristles scrubbed her ticklish soles maddeningly until tears fell freely from her disbelieving eyes.
For the better part of the next hour, Jenny and Denise were tickled until both were nearly senseless. Their begging obtained them only short breaks while ticklers traded places or swapped instruments. They cried out several times for Sandra to help them, but she never came. Well, never came to help, anyway.
Finally, the ticklers went all out, covering every inch of the prisoners' bodies with teasing strokes from feathers, brushes, and long, torturous nails. Both Jenny and Denise were near the breaking point, laughing, squirming, begging - while sweat erupted from every pore and tears rolled down their cheeks.
As if on cue, Sandra heard the familiar thrum of helicopter rotors, indicating that help had arrived. The gang of criminals escaped into the jungle, leaving their slowly recovering victims still tied to their tickling posts. Sandra slowly stood up, trying to ease the cramps out of her limbs. Then, she cautiously approached her friends.
While the choppers were landing, Sandra began untying Denise. After freeing her ankles, she went to Denise's arms and began to let her loose. Denise came around, and was shocked to see Sandra untying her. "Sandra, where have you been? We kept calling and calling...", Denise said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Yes, Sandra, where were you when we were being tickled to death because of you?" added Jenny, now alert to her surroundings. "Well, I... I was lost." Sandra said quickly, moving to release Jenny's ankles. Jenny looked unconvinced. "Besides, it wasn't that bad, was it? I mean, they didn't really hurt you, just tickled you." Sandra added.
"How would you know? You were lost!" Jenny cried, rubbing her wrists. Sandra turned red, feeling caught. "Well, I did hear you laughing, and all these feathers and things on the ground ..." she murmured, moving away slowly. "And why are your shorts wet, Sandra?" questioned Denise, pointing at Sandra's moistened crotch. "You were here, all the time, weren't you, watching us being tickle tortured!" yelled Jenny, struggling to her feet. "And getting off on the whole thing!" cried Denise, fists clenched in anger.
Sandra was unable to answer. They knew. What could she say? It was one thing not to have given herself up - she could argue that it wouldn't have mattered, and all three would have been tickled anyway. But the wet spot on her shorts! They now knew that she had enjoyed watching their ticklish plight!
She was certain that Jenny and Denise would have jumped her right there and extracted a terrible revenge, but just then federal agents converged on the area and came to their assistance. As Jenny and Denise were given blankets to cover their nudity with, they turned to Sandra and spoke to her in low voices. "Wait until we get back home, Sandra. This isn't over." Jenny said, eyes blazing before walking away. Denise came to whisper in Sandra's ear, "We'll get you. And then you'll know what it's like." Smiling, she bent down and picked up a toothbrush, and slowly ran her finger over the flexible bristles. Sandra watched, fear rising as she contemplated Denise's meaning. Jenny came up behind Sandra and ground her fingers into her ribs, just above the waist. With a squeal, Sandra jumped and nearly fell trying to get away from whoever had poked her.
"Tickles, huh Sandra? You should try it while you're tied and helpless!" menaced Jenny. "Don't worry about it, Jenny." said Denise, dragging the feisty redhead away. "Sooner or later, Sandra will know EXACTLY what it's like!" she said coldly, while Sandra held her ribs and hoped that her friends would forgive her before they made good on their threats.
