The Bounce Chix in... The Bouncey Castle!

‘The Bounce Chix in...
... The Bouncy Castle’

By Jypsy Jones

Below is the not-exactly-canonical story, written by me, taking place after Bounce of Aces but before the latest Bandito penned opus (assuming it involves the Kaboom Babes).
Please let me assure you that I have discussed using the Bandito’s characters with him and he is happy for them to appear this story. I even sent him some earlier drafts which he (very kindly) checked through and made numerous suggestions, both in terms of the story and, perhaps more importantly, making it a little closer to the Bounce Chix universe.
I am very grateful to him for that but also for his brilliant work and wonderful characters, and to the other ticklephiles out there who support him.
I hope that you readers enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

JJ






Prologue:

“No!” shouted the girl, more of a young woman, “You can’t just leave, you can’t just ‘go!’” The person opposite her, also at that awkward last stage between child and adulthood, looked downcast.

“I have to,” she whispered. It was no good. For days now she’d known she was going to have to leave. As she thought this, the young woman felt a great surge of emotion deep inside. She couldn’t leave, she couldn’t abandon her friends. Could she? But she also couldn’t live with the feelings rampaging inside of her, passions she couldn’t suppress despite everything she tried and couldn’t surrender to even though every fibre of her being wanted nothing more than to accept this side of her personality. She couldn’t do it. The only alternative was exile.

“This is ridiculous,” said the third girl present, in age and attitude pretty much the identical triplet of the other two, though in appearance very different, “You’re not leaving because you want to, you’re doing it out of some misplaced sense of inappropriateness.” Unusually she was the one of the three approaching the situation objectively. Typically she was the one who followed her heart ahead of her head. This time she was coldly analytical, reflecting the deep hurt she was experiencing.

“I’m leaving because I...” began the first girl, but she trailed to a halt, looking away. Janey felt the tears flow from her eyes yet again. She tried not to let the others see it, but she was a wreck inside. The adventures she’d shared with her friends had been the most incredible experiences of her life, but the ramifications of most of those experiences had led to what she perceived as her perversion. And despite the fact that she knew no one around her would think any the less of her for surrendering to her desires, she could not do it.

“Stay,” urged Andi, stepping forwards to console her friend, “Talk to us about this.” Hailey agreed.

“I know we haven’t been there for you as you’ve gone through this,” she observed, also moving towards Janey, “But we’re not going to let you go without at least talking through your feelings.” They were so close to her, so open and understanding. Janey felt every fibre of her being figuratively reach out to the pair of them. She wanted nothing more than to forget she’d even thought about leaving, to take them in her arms, to tell them everything she felt, allow them to persuade her to stay, forever. But she held back.

In her heart Janey knew she loved her two beautiful friends but in her head she couldn’t accept it. Those early years of infancy as a good Catholic girl, were too overwhelming. Her family had always been very clear about what she expected from her daughter: first a husband then lots of grandkids. The fact that Janey hadn’t immediately wanted either had come as a surprise.

Janey’s departure for university had been an even bigger shock and the Bounce Chick knew that her family, especially her three sisters with six kids each, could never have accepted Janey becoming her own woman. Now, in the face of her burning realisation of her total adoration of her two best friends, Janey had come to a decision. She couldn’t continue like this.

She couldn’t continue seeing Andi dressed in her panties and tiny T shirts, parading that body around their house like a ditzy, hyper intelligent, super sexy blond siren causing every facet of Janey’s being to want to grab her friend, tackle her to the floor and tickle her all over her sexy body till she begged for release. Or, Janey shuddered again, to have the same thing done to her by Andi...

Or Hailey, poised, assured Hailey, capable of turning an old sack into the sexiest garment in the world just by putting it on. Hailey, whose voluptuous figure and perfect face wouldn’t be out of place on the cover of any magazine. Hailey, the most sensuous and liberal of the three, who had embraced the new sides of her character, discovered during their Bouncing adventures, quickest.

Andi had soon followed. The nerdy blond bombshell had never really understood the torrent of feelings she had for her two best friends. Once they’d been demonstrated to her she’d been like a flower awakening in the desert, only to find that she had appeared in an oasis. In the days since the three of them had returned from their latest adventure Andi and Hailey had been practically inseparable, feeding of an insatiable mutual desire.

After initially seeming to accept these changes in herself, including a period a fortnight ago when Andi’s gloating during a video game night had led to her being tickled to repeated orgasms by her two best friends, now Janey resisted it. And, in that resistance, she’d been left behind. She wasn’t ignored, by any stretch of the imagination, and both Andi and Hailey made it entirely clear they not only desired her to take part in their tickle games in Hailey’s large, four poster, king size bed that could happily accommodate the three of them with room to spare, they were confused and more than a little hurt as to why she wasn’t doing so spontaneously.

Janey couldn’t, pure and simple. Even in the wake of apparently accepting her particular proclivities in the aftermath of their visit to the Duchess just weeks ago, the old, unsure, insecure Janey had returned and was now unable to function as part of their house. She’d taken to excessive exercise and schoolwork in an attempt to hide from her two best friends, spending as little time at home as possible. But it wasn’t enough.

When, just two days ago, she’d come in after an hour long run followed by 90 minutes of aggressive kick boxing and another hour’s run back to her home, she’d been sweaty and tired and in need of a wash. So she’d barged straight into the bathroom for a shower, having stopped only to pull off her clothes and grab a towel. Andi had looked up in some surprise from drying herself off after her own shower. When she saw who it was her face broke into an expression of radiant delight, which immediately became a little flushed and more than a little naughty.

“Well hello stranger,” she said, every syllable laced with intense arousal. Janey had felt almost paralysed as the blond beauty walked over to her, the towel wrapped around Andi’s body serving only partly to conceal all the wonderful aspects of her body. Almost every part of Janey wanted to see what would happen when Andi reached her. But the minority won.

“I’m sorry for intruding!” she squeaked, hands shaking as she reached behind her for the door handle, eventually found it, yanked it open and exited with a “See ya!” As she slammed the door shut behind her the last thing she’d seen was the look of confused hurt on Andi’s face. It was shattering to think she was the cause of such pain in one she cared about so much.

Or, the day before, when she’d been lying in bed listening to the sounds of her two friends’ passion. Hailey had clearly been tickling Andi, and tickling Andi, tickling any of the three of them, had its inevitable conclusion. Andi had squealed and laughed and begged and screamed until, finally, she collapsed in an exhausted heap after numerous orgasms. It was only the latest time Janey had lain in bed throughout such an exchange, imagining herself joining in, or just sneaking in to watch, but failing to so much as move in the direction of the door.

Hailey had been unusually quiet throughout this particular occasion, meaning she’d probably tied Andi up this time, rather than a more mutual caressing session, such as the tickle wrestling sessions the two of them so often enjoyed. Certainly she hadn’t emitted any of the throaty shrieks she usually did when she came, which was probably why, instead of falling asleep in Andi’s arms, she’d spent five minutes petting the exhausted blond to sleep before leaving her bedroom to knock gently at Janey’s door.

“Err, who is it?” Janey asked disingenuously. Like she couldn’t tell by the knock: firm, slow and regular, rather than Andi’s rapid taps.

“It’s Hailey,” whispered her friend urgently, “Can I come in?” Without waiting for a reply she did exactly that, causing Janey’s heart to race as she sat up in bed, pulling the covers to her chest in an effort to cover up her clear signs of arousal. Hailey stood in the doorway, unashamed in her moonlit nakedness. The outline of her smooth, curvy figure was all Janey could see, but her mind had no difficulties filling in the details. Hailey walked to Janey’s bed.

“I was hoping I could have a chat with you,” the vivacious, voluptuous brunette said quietly, her voice almost maternal, a firm but loving tone, “Andi and I have been...”

“Oh is that the time?” Janey exclaimed, cutting right across her friend, “I should be up! I’ve got to go for a run.” She was already out of bed, grabbing her running shorts and T shirt in one fluid movement.

“Janey, it’s two in the morning,” Hailey was confused, upset and mildly angry, “Please! I just want to talk about...”

“Gotta go!” Janey called out in false jollity, again cutting across her friend. She raced from the room, leaving behind her shoes, socks, keys and other assorted paraphernalia as Hailey called out after her, trying to get her to stop, to talk, to do anything other than flee. But Janey was already gone, down the stairs, out the front door, into the cool night air, where she remained for four hours, walking round and trying to collect her thoughts.

She came to the only decision she thought viable. She was going to have to leave. So she walked back home, trying the front door at 6 am and finding it open. Creeping into the house she listened for sounds of life. Nothing. The kitchen showed two plates covered in breadcrumbs. Next to them a pair of coffee cups lay half empty. Janey felt a stab in her heart. The two girls had stayed up waiting for her before eventually succumbing to sleep.

“Janey?” The raven haired beauty half leapt out of her skin. It had come from the landing of the floor above, where the bedrooms were.

“Is she back?” asked an eager voice, Andi talking to Hailey. There was a pause.

“I guess not,” said Hailey, her tone faint and resigned, upset.

“Hey... it’s not your fault,” Andi consoled the brunette and Janey heard the sound of them moving away, “She just has to...” The voice continued but Janey could no longer make out what was being said, all she could hear was the cautious optimism in Andi’s tone, as compared to the reproachful distress she’d heard from Hailey’s. Not for the first time Janey’s insides churned. She knew what she was doing to her friends almost as well as she knew what they were doing to her. Better to end it, make a clean break, than this protracted torture.

Tiptoeing up the stairs she aimed for the sanctuary of her room, but not before she passed the open door of Hailey’s bedroom on the way. In the reflexion of the full length mirror on Hailey’s closet she could see the backs of her friends. Both were in dressing gowns. They were sat on the end of the bed, facing away from door, wardrobe and mirror. Andi had her arm over Hailey’s shoulder, the brunette slumped against her blond lover. She appeared to be shaking regularly. Tears. Janey rushed silently away. The scene was just too painful.

Inside her room, the door closing behind her with scarcely a click, she fought down her own tears. What was she doing? She could end this right now, just march into that bedroom, tell her friends she loved them unconditionally and would always do so, no matter what, and be done with it. She could let them do to her all the things she knew she wanted, even tickle her if they so desired. They could be one small, unbelievably happy family. Who cared what her older sisters thought?

“I care,” said Janey quietly to herself. She couldn’t do it. So instead she had to leave, and better to do so without a long, painful goodbye. Therefore, for a good ten minutes, she endeavoured to compose a letter that might explain things to her friends, how she loved them unreservedly but could never be with them as she, sorry they, wanted. Words failed her.

Feeling the tears form in her eyes at the thought of their heartache, and hers, she instead scrawled a single sentence, ‘I’m sorry,’ on a sheet, and made to take off the alien toe ring that had, for almost a year, bound her to her two friends almost as strongly as their mutual adoration, Bouncing them through all those adventures. It was as profound a statement as she could manage. Only the toe ring wouldn’t budge! It didn’t hurt to try, but nothing she could do would make the alien technology leave her foot.

“God damn it,” whispered Janey to herself. Would the toe ring still control her destiny if she still had it on but had left her friends? She had no idea. Andi was their expert on the subject, though was the first to admit she had barely scratched the surface of the technology. Either way, toe ring or no toe ring, Janey was going. So she prepared to leave her home, and university, forever.

Packing a few essentials into a single rucksack, she grabbed the keys to her car and made to leave, silently exiting her room and getting as far as Hailey’s doorway before she stopped dead, gazing at the scene in the mirror in wonder. Hailey was stood up in front of the bed. She was wearing a white one piece lingerie outfit, the frilly lace fitting tightly to her perfect body and large, firm breasts. It was an achingly gorgeous sight.

And that assessment only increased when Janey realised that Andi was stood behind Hailey, her hands fiddling behind the brunette’s back. Janey could barely suppress a gasp when she realised what Andi was doing, when she saw the top half of Hailey’s outfit start to slip forwards from her shoulders, the brunette’s eyes tight shut and her mouth slightly open as she quietly moaned while moving her long, luxurious hair over her left shoulder.

Andi began kissing up Hailey’s back, soon reaching the right shoulder and kissing up, along it towards the brunette’s achingly sensitive neck. In the past, were someone to have done this, Hailey would have shrieked, she’d have writhed and she’d have most definitely laughed. She did none of these things. Her lips turned up at the corners slightly and trembled as she repressed the giggles, but rather than falling apart in hysterics she actively seemed to encourage Andi’s gentle kisses and light nibbles, reaching her hand to the back of the blonde’s head and pulling her close.

Janey watched in blank amazement and raw sexual arousal. Hailey had always been unbearably ticklish, which was why one of the most gorgeous girls on the planet had only recently started having sex regularly. Prior to their Bounce adventures every person, guys mostly, who’d gotten this close to her had induced extraordinary laughter by the gentlest touch, typically bringing the relationship to an abrupt end as the guy discovered he couldn’t make physical contact with this beautiful girl anywhere on her body.

But Andi was doing it and, rather than falling apart, Hailey seemed ready for more. And the blond duly obliged, reaching her hands around to stroke delicately along the sides of Hailey’s perfect breasts, soon reaching the nipples and tweaking them expertly. Now if Hailey’s neck was sensitive, her breasts were off the charts, power of ten tigers, explosively tender. Not under Andi’s touch they weren’t, or rather they were but she and Hailey had gotten so in sync that the sensation became erotic, not ticklish. Janey watched those perfect breasts being touched by those supple fingers in a mixture of astonishment and rank desire.

As the blond kissed and stroked and nibbled and squeezed and licked and continued stimulating Hailey in ways that shouldn’t have been possible, the two of them spontaneously moved onto the bed, Hailey rolling Andi onto her back, lengthways on, her head at the foot of the bed. The brunette climbed on top of her lover, pulling down the top of her lingerie and positioning herself between Andi’s legs, on her knees, kneeling forwards to kiss down Andi’s unbearably ticklish stomach towards the blonde’s delightful delta.

Watching in the mirror Janey could see Hailey’s beautiful ass just a few metres away. Most people’s attention focussed on the brunette’s admittedly perfect breasts but her bottom was still unbelievably wonderful, just like Andi’s. The blonde’s ass was slimmer and a bit more muscular given her greater height. Hailey’s reflected a possibly Hispanic heritage, being more rounded and a tiny bit wider. As she bent forwards to kiss down Andi’s stomach it was pointed right at Janey in the mirror, causing the feisty, confused, raven haired girl to gasp in aroused admiration.

“What the...?” She’d alerted Andi and Hailey! They looked up, saw her in the mirror and made to come after her. Janey rushed away again and got down the stairs as far as the door. But this time at least one of the girls had some clothes on and could race after her with some degree of speed. Andi arrived at the bottom of the stairs before Janey could open the front door, which she’d locked reflexively upon entering the house. Janey realised she was caught and turned to her friend just as Hailey joined them, a thin dressing gown pulled over her body but showing a tantalising hint of the delights within.

Not that Andi was anything other than gorgeous as well. Janey couldn’t help herself and ogled the scantily clad blond, her eyes quickly running up and down her friend’s sporty physique. Despite a diet of junk food and exercise mostly achieved in front of a computer, or in Hailey’s bed, Andi had a more toned body than the brunette, long, slender legs joining at a round but slim behind that could have been sculpted it was so perfect. Janey knew, from personal experience, that it was also incredibly ticklish.

Today Andi was wearing matching black lingerie that highlighted her pale, luminous skin with its numerous freckles that were just so adorable on her. Her hands were folded beneath her medium sized, wonderfully firm breasts that were heaving up and down as she sucked in oxygen after the exertion of rushing after Janey. Long blond hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing a face, like Hailey’s, and for that matter Janey’s, that was pretty beyond description. Only now she looked extremely cross, her mouth pouting girlishly while her eyes were furious.

“We were up half the night waiting for you!” she exclaimed, “You ran off without your shoes, without your keys. I...” Her hurt got the better of her and she choked on her words.

“We were really worried,” Hailey was being unusually calm and collected given the situation, her voice was calm and undemanding despite the recent strain Janey had put her through, “We almost called the police.” Janey looked miserable. This was exactly the sort of goodbye she’d wanted to avoid, one where she was going to have to justify leaving. In her heart Janey knew she couldn’t do it, not to her friends directly. She just loved them too much, wanted them too bad.

“I’m afraid I’ve come to a decision,” she told them, deciding there and then to try and lay her cards on the table, finish the situation here and now. Both her beloved friends looked at her in anticipation, in hope. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and faced them.

“I’m leaving,” she said quietly, “I have to get away from here. Now.” Which was where we first rejoined the delightful trio. And, as she had feared, Janey felt herself being dragged back, forced into a confrontation with the feelings she’d tried and failed to ignore for the past few weeks, hell the past lifetime. Andi observed that they should at least talk about what was happening and Hailey agreed.

“But we’re not going to let you go without at least talking through your feelings,” stated the brunette in a voice that broached no reproach. Janey’s friends were so close to her, so open and understanding. She felt every fibre of her being figuratively reach out to the pair of them. She wanted nothing more than to forget she’d even thought about leaving, to take them in her arms, to tell them everything she felt, allow them to persuade her to stay, forever. But she held back.

“I...” she began, when It happened.

BOUNCE

Andi and Hailey disappeared into thin air, seemingly sucked into nothingness! Where had they gone? Had a mysterious black hole spontaneously appeared and sucked them away? Was it ghosts, ghouls, goblins or any other mythical creature beginning with G? Janey knew better. They’d been Bounced away, yanked through space and time against their will on another ticklish adventure.

And Janey wasn’t with them! Every time, thus far, they’d needed her. They needed her cool head, her fighting spirit, her refusal to surrender. And, in truth, they also needed her as she represented someone else to tickle and give the two of them a break! Janey was every bit as ticklish as her two friends, perhaps even more so, and she wasn’t about to leave them to suffer that fate alone.

But why hadn’t she bounced with them? She still had her toe ring on. She should’ve been dragged through whatever n dimensional portal had claimed her friends. Yet she hadn’t. Not for the first time Janey wondered just how difficult it would’ve been for the Spadran hotties who gave the Bounce Chix their toe rings to have, you know, thrown in a set of instructions with them or something.

Other than that one brief thought there wasn’t a second’s hesitation from Janey. As her friends disappeared she realised immediately what had happened. Someone less honourable, or less deeply in love, might have used this as an opportunity to disappear herself, leaving the house forever. That thought never even occurred to Janey. She dropped her bag, took a deep breath and concentrated as intently as she could on her friends, willing herself to Bounce after them. Nothing happened.

“Oh no!” Janey exclaimed, the realisation of what had happened surging through her with a sensation of pure terror, “They’re stranded without me!”

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

BOUNCE

“Oh God,” groaned Andi, pulling herself up off the ground, “Where are we this time?”

“I don’t know,” replied Hailey, “But I’m loving your outfit! Tickle attack!” She leapt onto her blond friend and proceeded to run her fingers up and down Andi’s sides. Andi was effectively a pixy, though one in green bikini bottoms and little else. A pair of wings was attached to her back and her hair was straightened and pulled high and back behind now pointed, elfin ears. In her hands she carried a green stick tipped with disconcertingly soft looking feathers. She looked wonderfully cute and Hailey couldn’t resist digging her fingers into her friend’s sides, observing Andi’s beautiful chest bouncing up and down as she squirmed.

“NUAH QUIT EET!” squealed Andi before jerking away from those tickling fingers. Safe, for the moment, she turned back, advancing towards Hailey with a predatory look in her eyes. The brunette was similarly undressed as Andi, wearing a slim pair of purple panties to cover her modesty with only a white furry coat over her chest, one which was clearly too small to meet in the middle. By far her largest item of clothing was the brown witch’s hat she had on with purple feathers sticking out of it. She backed away from her sexy vengeful friend with mock fear in her eyes.

“Oh please don’t tickle me, sexy pixy Andi,” she pouted, holding her hands up in surrender, quite inadvertently pulling her furry white coat away from her breasts and showing her pointed nipples beneath. Andi licked her lips hungrily. Suddenly, despite the fact that they’d clearly Bounced into some sort of fantasy land, she wanted Hailey. Badly. She jumped upwards, flicked her wings and flew right into her friend, knocking over the surprised witch onto her back.

“What the...?” grunted Hailey, who genuinely hadn’t considered Andi’s wings to be functional. She was tackled to the ground by the flying blond and, with the wind partly knocked out of her, couldn’t arrange her defence in time to stop Andi’s furious tickles, the pixy digging her strong, lithe fingers along Hailey’s tender sides. Even though the brunette could now respond to Andi’s touch without spontaneous laughter, whenever the sexy computer genius genuinely tickled her, Hailey still had no defence.

“NUOHAAAHAAAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAHAAH!” squealed the delectable brunette, “ANDEEE PLEEEEEEASEEEE NUOHHHHOOHHOHOHHH! OH GUOD!” She tried to push away her sexy friend but she was trapped on the ground. Keeping Hailey pinned with one tickling hand, Andi swung round her green pixy staff. Boy those soft feathers looked insanely ticklish. She eyed up Hailey’s perfect breasts with those wonderfully alert nipples. The brunette’s eyes were tight shut as she fought ineffectually against Andi’s one handed tickling. She didn’t see the blond pixy lower the feathery end of the staff onto her breasts until it was too late.

“NUAH?” It was a single yelped question. Just what had started rustling against her breasts? But it was immediately followed by a terrifying realisation.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA!” If she’d been laughing before now Hailey was squealing uncontrollably. Andi looked on in amazement. The feathers’ touch was driving her friend into tickling apoplexy! She’d never seen Hailey explode into laughter like that so quickly during her tickles. For a moment the blond considered what the staff might do to her, used on her breasts or, she shuddered in delightful anticipation, on her achingly tender ass.

And what would it do to Janey who, she suspected, was probably the most ticklish of the three of them. That thought made her pause. Where was Janey? Andi stopped what she was doing and jumped up and backwards, her wings spontaneously taking control of her and maintaining her hovering in the air. Hailey took immediate action to leap to her feet and get a few steps between her and her gorgeous friend, a rueful smile on her beautiful face.

“I’ll get you for that Andi!” she exclaimed, before she noticed the look of anxious concern on her lover’s face, “Hey, what is it?” she asked, before she too began to look around.

“Wait a second,” she grunted, “Where’s Janey?”

“I don’t know,” said a voice behind them in unaccented English. Both girls spun round, bringing their arms up into a half remembered karate stance from one of the numerous Kung Fu films they’d watched over the years. But Janey was the only one of them who could properly defend herself in a full on fight. All they knew how to do was to get their asses kicked, or tickled. But the person in front of them didn’t seem to want to do battle.

“I am Annabelle,” said the young woman, stepping forwards into the light, “A lady of the female dominant Igor clan, the Igorinas. Please, let me take you to your rooms.” Andi’s wings stopped working and she almost crashed to the ground. Hailey’s arms dropped to her sides as she stared in undisguised wonder at the stunningly attractive girl in front of them. She was an elf, or at the very least elfin, her pointed ears testified to that. But they weren’t what the two lovers found themselves focussing on.

The girl was about 5”4, Andi’s height, with bright green hair, vivid blue eyes and a face every bit as pretty as Andi and Hailey’s, although it was much closer to Andi’s, almost like they could’ve been sisters. But it was her body that drew the eye. Beneath a fetchingly tight white mini-dress, what could’ve been a nurse’s uniform, a pair of medium sized, perfectly proportioned breasts were pushed high and close together, while her slim tummy tapered down into wide hips and a pair of slender legs. The dress concealed most of it, but was so tight it left only a little to the imagination. She stood patiently before the two Bounce Chix, waiting for them to speak. It was Andi who recovered first.

“Err, Annabelle?” she asked, thinking back to her fantasy books, “I thought you Igors were meant to be hunchbacked men who helped evil scientists?” The beautiful girl frowned at that, unimpressed.

“I suppose you expect me to lisp and walk with a limp too, right?” she grunted, her voice challenging and slightly mocking before she continued in an explanatory tone, “The men of my clan may prefer to make themselves look like the unfortunate results of an industrial accident but that doesn’t mean I have to.” Andi found herself nodding as she looked at the beautiful young woman. She certainly preferred the svelte, gorgeous Annabelle to the hunchbacked Igors from Hammer horror films.

“Where are we?” asked Hailey, stepping forwards between Annabelle and Andi, whose pixy wings, given they were no longer in use, had folded forwards, over her breasts, preserving her modesty, as much as slim, semi-transparent wings can. Annabelle turned to the delectable brunette, her expression unreadable.

“Look for yourself,” she pointed up. Only now did Andi and Hailey take in their surroundings. They were in a cemetery! The words ‘Bezzunxce Cemetery’ were spelt out above them, backwards given they were inside the gates.

“Bee zun x se?” muttered Andi, trying to figure out the pronunciation.

“This is the village of Bounce,” corrected Annabelle, “This is Bounce cemetery. I work up at Bounce castle which you can see over there.” She pointed into the distance. A fairytale castle was indeed visible, silhouetted by the enormous full moon. It had towers and ramparts and all seemed to have been designed with looking as sinister as possible when viewed at night. Andi swallowed. Once again all those Hammer horror films were prejudicing her against what to expect of such a place. But, in this case, such concern may well have been warranted.

“So where are we, exactly?” asked Hailey, wondering where in the universe they’d Bounced to this time. Everything, especially the moon, seemed a lot like Earth, but a different, Halloween inspired Earth. Annabelle looked at her.

“This is Faerie,” she announced, “I was asked to summon the three of you to dinner with my mistress, the Countess Bounce. She owns the castle Bounce and lives there.” Hailey nodded at the explanation, having understood very little of it. What the hell was Faerie then? But Andi, with her love of fantasy and magic, a love held almost in spite of her analytical mind and computing knowledge, was a bit more knowledgeable.

“So we’re in a theoretical kingdom made up of fantasy and lore?” she asked excitedly, “A place run by magic?” She turned to Hailey in some excitement. Her friend was unimpressed.

“Sounds dangerous,” she observed.

“I assure you there is no danger,” lied Annabelle, “But please, tell me, where is your friend? I was asked to invite three of you to join us, yet only two of you are here.” The change in topic worked, distracting both Chix and causing them to look sad and downcast.

“Her toe ring must not have worked,” said Andi, making Annabelle none the wiser, though the green headed girl filed the words away for further research, “They’re psychologically sensitive. She must really not have wanted to come with us...” Andi felt a great surge of sadness welling up inside her and felt herself be taken in Hailey’s gentle, comforting embrace. Hailey turned to their greeter.

“I’m afraid our friend won’t be joining us,” she announced sadly. Annabelle frowned but soon smiled understandingly, noting how upset her two guests appeared to be. And they hadn’t asked any difficult questions about why they’d been selected and how they’d been summoned, which was good.

“Why don’t you come to the castle?” she offered, “You can rest up for the night and we can see about getting your friend to join us.” Neither Andi nor Hailey thought to refuse the delightfully gorgeous girl and they followed her as she led them out of the cemetery up towards the darkened castle in the distance. Along the way she pointed at a track that led to Bezzunxce village itself and explained that they were actually on an island, adjacent to the legendary blue waters of Fettuchxe, which translated to ‘the Blue Lake,’ rumoured to be the purest in the world.

“So we’re on Blue Lake Island?” asked Andi in wonder. Annabelle considered this for a moment before nodding.

“I’ve heard it called that,” she admitted. Andi sidled up to Hailey in some excitement.

“There’s a place in the mountains near uni called Blue Lake Island,” she whispered loudly to her friend, “This must be the Faerie version of it!”

“How do you know about that?” demanded Hailey, who was considerably more perturbed about what was going on than her ditzy blond friend. In Janey’s absence Hailey was taking over the role of ‘suspicious one’ and a lot of what she was seeing set her mind on edge. Where was everyone? Why had their brief glimpse of the village suggested it was completely deserted, even derelict? Andi had none of these concerns. She felt like a schoolgirl out on a field trip.

“Blue Lake Island is where a Hayden college ski lodge and summer house used to be, but it’s very remote and long since abandoned. It’s also supposed to be haunted!” she exclaimed excitedly, “But if it’s a portal between our world and Faerie then that would explain it. Things could get through into our world, but they wouldn’t last very long and they wouldn’t be very powerful as there’d be no magic to sustain them.” Hailey could only smile and nod. Her friend seemed thrilled by all this. All Hailey knew was that they’d been Bounced against their will and, without Andi’s computer, they couldn’t operate their toe rings themselves. They had to play out the situation in full. She was distracted by a distant flash of light on the horizon.

“What was that?” she asked spontaneously.

“What was what?” replied Annabelle, her carefree tone perhaps a little forced. Hailey pointed.

“I saw a spark over there,” she announced, “Only for a second but I’m certain I saw it. It was away from the castle.” Annabelle frowned.

“In that direction is Bounce Tower,” she explained, “But I didn’t think it was occupied. Perhaps someone has moved in for the night. I’ll check it out later.” She left it at that and continued leading the two girls up towards Bezzunxce Castle, hoping her explanation was adequate. It was. It wouldn’t have been for Janey, not by a long shot. But Hailey and Andi tended to assume the best of people and wouldn’t be so mean as to make accusations of duplicity or demands for information unless extremely provoked.

They arrived at the castle. As expected it had high, forbidding walls, a heavy wooden drawbridge, ink black water in a deep moat, a portcullis over the entrance and large doors that opened with a loud creaking sound as Annabelle led the two of them inside. Andi’s heart was hammering in her chest and she clutched at Hailey for support. The brunette witch was equally perturbed but maintained a strong facade to help her frightened friend. With a CRASH the doors behind them swung shut, seemingly spontaneously, causing both Chix to squeal briefly.

“Sorry about that,” said Annabelle reassuringly, “The drafts in this place tend to shut most of the doors. It’s a right pain when you’re serving food.” She lit a match and applied it to a series of candles. The pale light threw the stygian gloom into a series of stark shadows, some of them terrifying. Andi maintained her close grasp of Hailey who resolved herself to be the strong, tough feisty one of the duo. But God she wished Janey was with them!

“Come upstairs,” Annabelle offered, “I’ve arranged a bedroom for the three, sorry two of you. Follow me.” She led the way up the wide staircase out of the central hall to a room on the third floor. Despite its combative exterior, Castle Bezzunxce was laid out more like a country mansion inside. The furniture looked old but well looked after and the bedroom, when the two Chix saw it, beggared belief.

A vast four poster bed covered in fur was sat in front of a roaring fire. There were enormous closets built into the far wall with six foot high mirrors attached to the doors. A dressing table was at the wall opposite the foot of the bed and there was a chaise lounge, a sofa and some elegant antique chairs dotted around. The floor was thickly carpeted. All in all it was basically Hailey’s room back home writ large. Both Chix were astounded and impressed.

“I’ll leave the two of you to get some rest,” Annabelle told them with a smile, noting their positive reactions to all her hard work to make the room feel like their ideal bedroom, “I’ll call you down when I serve dinner and you can meet the mistress then.” She placed the large candlestick on the mantelpiece over the fire and retired from the room leaving the astonished duo to look around the bedroom at their leisure.

It really was perfect, with an en suite bathroom that would’ve been the envy of spas across the world. But that wasn’t what caught the eye. No, the first thing the girls checked out was the bed. It could’ve held 12 Chix and was covered in various precious firs that looked incredibly soft and probably very ticklish to boot. The carpet was plusher than elsewhere in the castle and seemed to vibrate slightly against both girls’ feet, probably just because of its significant thickness, a sensation just short of ticklish. It was all very impressive, but there were one or two more exotic touches that had been added.

Numerous strips of silk had been tied around each of the bed’s posts, offering a bondage potential that made both Chix shudder slightly in anticipation. There were various hair brushes on the bedside table and make up brushes too, ranging from impossibly soft to prickly and rough. What those might do to a restrained foot or exposed underarm gave both Chix significant food for thought. And the feathers, all around, in place of flowers in a vase, on and around the bed, from the stiffest quill to the faintest plume...

Both girls reached the same conclusion very quickly. A lot of tickling could happen in that room. But it didn’t feel like the time. They were both suddenly very tired and more than a little upset at Janey’s absence, plus her suggestion she might leave them. That possibility didn’t bear thinking about. Instead, rather than discussing their absent friend, Andi and Hailey decided to get ready for bed.

There was a stand for Hailey’s hat and her furry coat. Andi placed her staff against it too, her wings spontaneously folding snugly down into the small of her back as she lay down on the soft, ticklish fur of the bed. There were no obvious pyjamas for the two of them so they lay down in just their panties, Hailey’s purple and Andi’s green, their perfect breasts on display. Neither felt amorous. The Bounce and Janey’s recent problems had left them drained. So they pulled each other close, shared an adoring kiss or three, covered themselves in one of the thinner firs, and went to sleep, their last thoughts on Janey. Where was she and was she ok?

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Janey wasn’t ok. In fact she was in floods of tears. Why wasn’t the Spadran toe ring working? She’d even managed to take it off and put it back onto various toes yet nothing had happened. She’d thought incredibly hard about where she wanted to be, alongside Andi and Hailey, when she wanted to be there, immediately, and how she wanted to do it, by Bouncing. But the alien device stubbornly refused to respond to her strident desire.

If only it had been Andi who’d been stranded, or Hailey. Andi knew how to make the toe rings do her bidding. She’d tried explaining it to her friends on occasion, but tended to lose them after the words ‘The toe rings work by a process of...’ If it had been her left behind she could’ve Bounced Hailey and Janey right back again, while Hailey had that intuitive grasp of machinery that meant she could probably have figured out a way to do it if she’d set her mind to it.

But stupid, grumpy, frumpy, ignorant Janey couldn’t do it. And she didn’t deserve to. Her friends had only been gone half an hour and already she missed them more than she could bear. The thought they might be in trouble or enjoying a fun adventure in her absence, probably forgetting her in the process, was like slow poison to Janey’s fragile mind. One thought sustained her. She knew how much they loved her. And, in her heart, Janey knew they would be desperately worried about where she was, as much as she was for them.

As she came to that realisation Janey pushed away the bitter recriminations and self pity that had temporarily engulfed her. She wasn’t stupid and she certainly wasn’t frumpy, although she could be grumpy and, when it came to Spadran technology, fairly ignorant. But she was bright and intelligent, strong and charismatic. And, when she set her mind to something, she wouldn’t stop until that thing got done.

She rushed to Andi’s bedroom. The adorable computer geek used it more as an office these days since she’d moved into Hailey’s room, and it was full of computers and bits of computers and monitors and printers and all sorts of other paraphernalia. It was also full of stuffed animals, photos, typically of the Chix, and posters of unicorns and other corny girlish things Janey constantly joshed Andi about but secretly thought was unbearably cute.

Rushing over to Andi’s primary laptop, the small device that the blond genius used for her most sensitive work and which had become dominated by her research into the Spadran technology currently wrapped around the second toes of the right foot of each Chix. Janey turned on the tiny super computer. In less than five seconds it was awake, Andi’s own operating system, written as a 12 year old girl and currently in its 5th iteration, coming alive far quicker and more reliably than any Windows, Apple, Linux or alternative OS.

PLEASE INSERT PASSWORD requested the screen. Janey bit her lip. What would Andi put as her password? For no obvious reason her mind flashed to that moment in the bathroom two days before, when she’d accidentally barged in on her blond lover in the shower. Andi’s face had gone from surprise to joy to love to lust in the space of a moment. Andi loved her. She loved Andi. Even without realising it Janey typed in the letters J-a-n-e-y and pressed enter.

LOADING. It had worked! Two seconds later and the system had fully loaded up. Janey felt her jaw drop. It was a picture of her, almost naked, having the life tickled out of her by Andi, Hailey and the Duchess! In growing astonishment Janey looked through the folders on the desktop. There were videos of her, pictures of her, stories about her, even graphical representations of her. Many of the latter two folders related to tales of various forms of Andi, from robot queen to pirate captain, plus or minus Hailey, capturing Janey and tickling her! Or even the other way around!

As she looked through some of the stories, the pictures, the videos, even some of the computer generated images, Janey’s surprise turned to amusement turned to affection turned to something suspiciously like arousal. Even before she realised she was doing it her hands were sneaking beneath her clothes as she read how Captain Android Andi and First Mate Hearty Hailey tickled the prim, proper daughter of the local governor, Jolly Janey. The accompanying images left little doubt that Jolly Janey was enjoying herself almost as much as Android and Hearty.

Janey stopped herself. There’d be time for that later, when she was reunited with her friends. What she needed wasn’t a gaping look at Andi’s secret fantasies, although she was definitely going to enact some of them a little later, after this latest Bounce adventure, it was information about her toe ring, specifically how to get it to Bounce her to the girls’ current location. But there was nothing on the computer about the alien technology. Frustrated, Janey logged out and was about to shut the system down when a thought made her pause.

She typed in H-a-i-l-e-y to the password prompt. Sure enough the password was accepted. This time the object of Andi’s desire was the brunette engineering genius. Like before there were numerous scenarios involving Andi and Hailey, tickling, seduction, love making and more. Janey played a significant role in many of the stories and pictures, including some of the videos and images from real life. But once again there was nothing about alien technology.

With a sigh, Janey logged out again. Nothing. She’d spent an hour going over the documents available in both settings, Janey and Hailey, often finding herself slipping into the narrative flow of some of the stories despite the urgency of the situation. She didn’t realise it but some of the stories in Hailey’s section had been modified after Andi discussed them with Hailey herself. The ditzy computer genius had a kink and wasn’t shy about sharing it. Janey shivered at the thought of what would happen when she finally let herself get involved.

Scarcely realising it Janey was finally undergoing a period of acceptance of her sexuality. For years she’d denied it. When it was finally explosively revealed to her during her Bouncing adventures she’d initially reacted with anger, directing her wrath in a way to suppress the revelation. Recently that fury had died a death, leaving her in a depression close to despair. Now, faced with the sudden loss of her beloved friends, she was finally ready to accept who she was, ancient Catholic prejudices be damned.

Only this process was in no way helping her find her friends. Just what was Andi’s password on the Bounce technology? Fortunately the software allowed infinite attempts to type in the password, reflecting Andi’s own ability to forget her own passwords from time to time. Janey tried various possibilities ranging from A-n-d-i to S-p-a-d-r-a, with no success. Finally, her fingers almost working by themselves again, she typed in the words B-o-u-n-c-e- -C-h-i-x.

Andi had begun talking about how they were the ‘Bounce Chix’ ever since they first started Bouncing and discovered the Bounce drive that allowed greater-than-light-speed travel. Janey rather liked the name, though any guy who called her a chick to her face would’ve got a black eye for his troubles. But from Andi and Hailey it sounded kind of cool. Andi had clearly thought so. It was the password on her system that unlocked all the files from her research into the Spadran technology!

As a feeling of joy passed through her at finally getting into the system, Janey’s heart sank when she saw the size of the task facing her. Andi had gigabytes of information saved on the subject. A random double click brought up reams of documents all written in science gibberish. Andi may have had excellent grammar and vocabulary, but she hadn’t written many of these documents for the scientifically illiterate. Fortunately there was one section title ‘Beginners.’ Janey double clicked on the introduction and started to read.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Andi woke up. She looked around. A serene looking Hailey was fast asleep besides her. Andi reached out and brushed a lock of her lover’s hair away, running her fingers down the side of Hailey’s face and just flicking gently against the brunette’s neck, causing Hailey to squirm slightly and purr affectionately in her sleep, but not to wake. Andi smiled lovingly but soon frowned as she looked around. Where were they? And how were they going to bounce back given she didn’t have her computer to control the toe rings? It looked like they were stuck in this particular adventure till it let them out.

Hopping out of bed she found some deliciously soft slippers besides it. They fit her perfectly. She slipped them on and prepared to explore the castle a little, though the thought of doing so gave her a little thrill of fear. Even the bedroom was more than a little spooky when lit by the spluttering fire. Andi took the candlestick left by Annabelle, replaced its candles and lit them. She thought about waking Hailey but decided not, letting herself out of the room silently to have a walk around, checking out the first floor and finding several other cold, draughty bedrooms. They looked clean, no dust, but unused for some time.

Walking back past her bedroom Andi soon came to the stairs she and Hailey had walked up earlier with Annabelle. They looked dark and forbidding, but the blond felt curious and wanted to check out some more of the castle. She walked down them. Some light was visible ahead of her, through an open door off the hallway. Andi walked inside and gasped. She was in a large, high ceilinged dining room. An oddly shaped table dominated the centre of the room but that wasn’t what Andi focussed on. She was more interested in the sole person sat at that table.

It was a young woman, probably no older than Andi, but incredibly pale, stunningly figured, and with rich dark red hair. Her clothes appeared to be a black silk cape lined with red felt. Underneath a slim fitting blood red dress was visible where the cloak had fallen away slightly. Like Annabelle, and all three of the Chix, she seemed young, slim but well endowed. In fact, she looked startling like Hailey. But it wasn’t how she looked that arrested Andi’s attention, it was how she looked at the Bounce Chick.

Even from the distant doorway Andi was captivated by the woman’s wide, dark brown eyes. The brown seemed so dark as to be black, giving the appearance of giant pupils just sucking Andi in despite the space between them. There was something almost hypnotic about those eyes, reminding Andi of a time where she and her two friends had encountered a stage hypnotist. The woman had mesmerised Andi in all of half a minute, Hailey too. Janey had fought her off though. She didn’t like to relinquish control and her combative suspicious nature hadn’t let her be hypnotised. Andi’s open, trusting character had succumbed almost instantly!

“Good evening,” the woman said, breaking the train of Andi’s recollection. The voice reminded Andi of the Duchess. It had that same honeyed richness, that effortless confidence and awesome sexiness the blond could barely resist, although this person had an unusual, thick accent Andi couldn’t immediately place. Even before she realised it Andi had sat down at the seat next to the pale lady, who was at the head of the long, strangely shaped dining table.

“Hi,” she breathed, scarcely able to muster the energy to speak, “Are you the Countess Bounce?” The woman nodded slowly. As her head, and more importantly her eyes, moved up and down, Andi felt her head follow, her mouth slightly open and no expression on her face.

“I am ze Countess Bezzunxce,” replied the woman, “And you are my guest, young lady.” Andi was certain she couldn’t be much younger than the person sat opposite her, but was brought up better than to contradict her hostess. Instead she searched for something to compliment about her surroundings.

“This is certainly a big dark room,” she offered unconvincingly. The Countess looked unhappy.

“Zis room is for parties and festivities,” she explained sadly, “Zere vas a time ven it vas filled vith happiness, and... laughter.” She stared intensely at Andi as she said that last word, causing the Bounce Chick to feel her insides squirm. The word was provocative for Andi, especially coming from such an attractive woman. Andi sought to move the conversation on from laughter and ways to generate it.

“And vhat, sorry!” she corrected her inadvertent mimicry of her hostess’ accent quickly, “What happened?” The Countess shrugged expansively.

“In time zey... moved on,” she said cryptically, her expression and tone suggesting there were a good many definitions of the words ‘moved on’ in this context. Dear, sweet, utterly naive, would cause a car accident to avoid a piece of wildlife Andi read nothing into it at all. Or maybe it wasn’t her trusting nature. Something in her hostess’ eyes seemed to make thinking very difficult.

“Vhere did they go?” she asked slowly, not realising her attempt at the Transylvanian accent and still gazing unblinkingly into the Countess’ dark, dreamy eyes.

“I can show you, no?” suggested the lady opposite, the corner of her mouth turning up to reveal a decidedly long canine tooth. Helpless in the woman’s eyes, Andi nodded. The vampire stood up, keeping her eyes locked on Andi’s, her smile becoming broader, toothier. Yup, those weren’t ordinary human teeth, oh no. And at least two of them were growing.

“Vy don’t ve head to down to zer crypt, I mean basement!” she corrected hurriedly, “And I can show you all about it.” Something about that suggestion, that hesitation, rang false with Andi. She may have been impossibly quick to trust the beautiful stranger in the empty house but that didn’t mean she wasn’t strong willed. She pulled back slightly, frowning but not breaking eye contact.

“I think I’d prefer to go and check on my friend,” she replied uncertainly, backing away from the table which, a strangely mute part of herself was desperately trying to point out, was shaped exactly like a giant coffin. The shadow of a snarl, a frown, passed over her hostess’ eyes, but she immediately controlled herself, fixing her eyes resolutely on Andi’s, who could not look away.

The Countess took a step onto the table between the two of them, her cloak falling away momentarily to reveal an achingly attractive figure encased in an expensive looking cocktail dress. Her long, shapely, deathly pale legs had no trouble pushing through one of four thigh high cuts in her dress, allowing her to step onto the dining table and advance along it towards her prey.

Andi couldn’t look anywhere else. Her eyes had been drawn to the body of this gorgeous woman in front of her when the opportunity revealed itself, but now she couldn’t help but stare up into the stranger’s eyes. The deep brown was like an abyss, sucking her in, controlling her mind, as the Countess’ honeyed voice took control, the combination of hypnotic eyes and seductive voice like catnip to the blond beauty.

“Zat’s right my dear,” the Countess instructed in an almost tender whisper, “You must look into my deep, hypnotic eyes. Feel yourself becoming tired, sleepy, slowing down. Zere is novhere for you to go and, as you look into my eyes you must realize zat you do not vant to go. You vant to stay here, vith me, as your mistress, vorever!” Andi had backed as far as she could go, right up against ze, sorry the wall of the dining room. But, from deep vithin, sorry within, that Transylvanian accent gets everywhere, a thought shone out.

Janey. Hailey. Vorever without them?

“No!” she squealed, pushing the shocked Countess away. She fled the room, endeavouring to rush up the stairs and warn her sleeping friend. She couldn’t bear to be apart from her friends for more than five minutes. She couldn’t even contemplate eternity without them. But as she ran her slippers suddenly seemed to spring into life, the soft fir wriggling up and down her feet like a million tiny bristles. It was instantly unbearable!

“NUAH!” squealed Andi before crashing to the luxuriantly carpeted floor of the castle’s hallway in hysterics, “NUOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA!” she laughed as the former animals turned into slippers woke up. She hardly noticed a large bat fly towards her, instantly turning into the Countess with a loud VHOOSH.

“Vhat is zis?” demanded the vampire, genuinely amazed, “Ze creatures are not yet fully avake and yet you are completely immobilized?”

“EET TEEKLESSSS!” wailed Andi, almost paralysed by the sensation. Well she wasn’t paralysed. She was rolling around grabbing at her feet like a woman possessed. But other than trying to pull the slippers off, which was impossible, she couldn’t move to any other purpose.

“Teek-ling?” the Countess was shocked and rolled the word around her mouth like she was trying a new wine, or in her case a new vintage of succulent, juicy, young human. What was this extraordinary apparition? The young lady in question seemed completely overwhelmed. The Countess came to an immediate decision.

“Ve vill go down to ze basement and discover more of zis teekling,” she ordered, reaching out and lifting Andi up with unbelievable ease before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Janey had seen the whole thing. She gulped. For a second there she’d been in floods of tears. Dear, sweet, unsuspecting Andi had appeared to be about to become the dinner of someone who was so clearly an incredibly attractive female vampire it was all Janey could do not to curse her blond love for her stupidity. But Andi’s own love for her friends had avoided her that fate momentarily.

Only now she was faced with a fate worse than that – tickling! Ok, maybe death, or even undeath, was a bit worse but Janey knew how her friends responded to a heavy dose of tickling. She also knew just what it did to her. She gulped again but quickly became resolute. The temporal camera she’d created using Andi’s computer was just the very basic level of technology available to her through her toe ring. She was going to have to master some far more complicated functions than that if she was going to teleport herself through to the Castle Bezzunxce and save her friends.

Andi awoke to find herself locked in what was obviously a torture device. Or maybe...? No. It definitely was. Grey chains attached to fur lined leather bonds around her arms and legs? Check. Contraption to tighten each chain thereby pulling her limbs far apart? Check. Quick release switch or pre-established safe word? Not on your life. Clearly sadistic madwoman stood over said contraption? What do you think?

The only unusual things were that Andi was on top of what seemed to be a mattress, rather than a hard wooden board, and that she found herself on her hands and knees, her head facing the Countess. Although she couldn’t move her limbs her head was relatively free, while her extremely sensitive bottom was pointed up in the air, a far easier target than Andi would’ve wanted!

“Velcome!” gushed the Countess Bounce cheerfully, “To ze dungeon,” she added with a little more bite. Andi felt her stomach tighten in fear but outwardly showed some of that fire she had deep inside.

“Let me go you parasite!” she hissed. The Countess seemed surprised at such a reaction and walked towards the raised bed. Despite everything Andi couldn’t help but be impressed by the woman’s tall, toned, pale and perfect body visible through the swishing material of her cloak, or wings, or whatever it was supposed to be.

“Such spirit,” the Countess purred provocatively, “You vere so resistant to the hypnosis vhen I mentioned your friends. Such a dear, sveet, innocent creature, but such fire inside! I am going to enjoy teekling you.” Andi shuddered as the woman extended a long white finger to the blonde’s achingly sensitive neck and let it run down her captive audience’s overly visible body. Yup, once again a Bounce had left her with precious little clothing defence against tickling.

“You probably think I do not know what ze teekling is, do you?” observed the Countess. Andi hadn’t thought about that but now believed it to be the case. She vowed resolutely to ignore any ticklish sensation defiantly. She wouldn’t show this mad, probable vampire a new form of torture. Alas if it were ever so easy.

“Look into my eyes,” ordered the Countess, gently but firmly grasping Andi’s chin and raising her head so that their eyes locked. Andi was powerless to resist, staring into those dark, hypnotic pupils just a few inches away. She looked into the deep orbs of her hostess’ eyes and was instantly taken. Her memories were probed, the ones related to Janey, Hailey and tickling the very strongest and most approachable for so talented a hypnotist as the Countess Bounce. The vampire sieved through them in seconds.

A ship, in space, with a furry creature of awesome sensual ability. Ancient Egypt, a seductive goddess, laughter that brought the house down. Strange architecture, a darker skinned person with slanted eyes, pale hair and skilled fingers. The modern future, a tainted drink, tickled by two horribly skilled and incredibly desirable robotic ladies. A computer game unfairly won, revenge taken most delightfully. Janey. Hailey. Andi. All tickling and loving each other. The Countess pulled back, her heart hammering in her chest, lungs heaving, body squirming.

“Such... intensity!” she observed as she got her breath back as Andi all but fainted in the light of revisiting so many delightful memories quite so quickly. For her part the Countess was deeply shocked. She’d experienced many pleasures over the years, many of them pilfered from other victims in Andi’s position. But even the most strident love between two heaven matched people paled in comparison to what this blond girl and her two loving friends experienced through tickling. It was incredible, and made her want to try it all the more.

“Vhere vill ve begin?” she wondered, walking around Andi, who tried to spin her head around to affix the Countess’ location. It was bad. The woman, her fingernails visibly lengthening, was perched right over Andi’s feet.

“Vhat about here?” asked the vampire rhetorically, an evil smile on her face. Andi’s heart was racing but she tried to maintain her coolness.

“Oh my feet aren’t that ticklish,” she lied, “You’d just be vasting, sorry wasting your time.”

“Veally?” laughed the Countess, “Vell let me be ze judge of that!” And she let her fingers do the talking. The Countess was an eager, aggressive tickler, and a naive, inexperienced one too. There was no softness, no subtlety. She just scratched her pointed fingernails along the soles of Andi’s feet. The blond had been tickled by far worse, many times before. That didn’t stop it from being excruciatingly ticklish.

“NUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA!” she wailed, “EEET TEEEKLESSS SUAAAHAAHAHAH MUOAAAACH!” It was torturous in the extreme. The Countess couldn’t believe the reaction she was generating through so simple a technique. Back in her younger days, when she’d been only 100 years old or so, just a baby in vampire terms, she’d often inflicted torture on people. None of them had suffered in days what this simple foot scratching was doing instantaneously to this girl. But whereas her torture victims in years gone by had hated her, she could feel in her heart that this delectable blond was secretly loving this torturous tickling!

“HUOH GUOD! HOUH GUOD! STUOP!” The Countess had slowed down her tickles to allow her captive some air. She didn’t know much about the technique, but she did know about doing too much too quickly. It was time to try some other areas. For her part Andi was already in bits. The recent months of ticklish adventures had awoken an arousal to nearly all forms of tickling. Yes she’d hated those few minutes of furious foot scrubbing by the Countess’ prickly finger nails. But deep inside her body had reacted to the sensations its usual way: her nipples were hard and pointed, her green panties already darkening around her pussy. God, if the Countess only tickled her ass, she’d be begging for more, not for it to stop!

“Vhere should I try now?” asked the vampire, almost reading Andi’s mind, “Perhaps ze tops of ze thighs?” Andi shuddered. After just 10 minutes she was already close to tickle drunk. Some ass tickling would have her eating out of this woman’s hands. Or allowing her blood to be drunk willingly, as she suspected vampires preferred. One thing was for sure. She wasn’t going to get out of this without outside help. Hailey had to save her.

“If not ze thighs,” the Countess had walked all the way around and was stood in front of Andi’s head, having shed her cape to leave her standing resplendent in her blood red cocktail dress, “Vhere else?” she wondered aloud. Andi could guess as the vampire took a step forwards, holding her fingernails over the blonde’s armpits. This was going to be bad.

“Ready?” The Countess didn’t offer Andi a chance to reply.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEEEEEEHEEEHAAAAAHEEEEEE!” If the feet tickling had been severe this was beyond bad, nuclear Armageddon awful! She tried to clamp down her armpits but the machine seemed to respond to that, pulling Andi’s arms out while keeping her in the bent over position. Her face was pulled forwards and was buried in the Countess’ lap as the vampire had moved onto the bed and positioned herself between Andi’s arms, beneath the blonde’s body, for better tickling access.

“Oh my!” exclaimed the vampire as she continued tickling Andi’s super-sensitive armpits, sometimes allowing her pointed fingernails to flick against the sides of her tickle toy’s delectable breasts. The pixy girl was laughing hysterically, her wings far from her body and frantically beating in an ineffectual effort to move her. It was beyond ticklish and rapidly reaching that unfortunately easy to reach area of tickle bliss that so often engulfed the Bounce Chix.

But Andi’s shaking, squealing body, pressed deep against the Countess, was eliciting sensations the vampire hadn’t experienced. She’d tried sex once or twice in the past, but found it as nothing compared to the lust for blood. Handsome men, even beautiful women, could do things to her body that beggared belief, but she always came back to drink their blood.

One young girl, scarcely out of her teens, had managed to subdue her thirst for almost a week. But eventually the Countess had succumbed to her innate desire for blood, sucking dry perhaps her one true love. It had all but killed her, sending her into a depression whereby she’d banished everyone from her land. Well everyone except Annabelle and the witch, but that was another story.

Now, for the first time in a century, she was feeling her desire for something other than blood awakening in her. The great thing about this tickling was that the girl would continue to be as sensitive, even more so, after she was turned. And, in the process, would become bound to the Countess forever. Eventually she’d grow bored of such fawning affection, but what a time she’d enjoy before that happened! And, perhaps most importantly, this girl would give herself willingly, a few more tickles would see to that.

“HUOH GUODAAAAHEHEEEEHEEEHEHEEEHAAAHAHAAAHAAAHAA!” Andi screamed, feeling her body’s perverse enjoyment of the torturous sensation taking control, but not yet absolutely, “PLEEEHEEHEEEHEEESE STUOOOOHOOHOHOOOP!” The words were slightly muffled given they were emitted into the soft silken folds of the Countess’ sexy dress. The vampire was loving it, feeling her most tender areas warm and start to throb for the first time in decades. Yes, even as a thrall this one would keep her amused for a long while.

“Oh I von’t stop!” exclaimed the Countess, moving away from Andi reluctantly, “But I vill give you vhat you vant. But only if you beg me for eet.” God not the teasing. Anything but the tickle teasing. If there was one thing that turned Andi on, all three of the Bounce Chix in fact, more than tickling it was the person doing it making you know that they knew how turned on you were, and then tickling you till you admitted it to them. Already her body was burning with arousal. Hearing the Countess announce this only stoked Andi’s fire all the more. She summoned her last vestiges of strength, of freewill.

“Release me!” she gasped, unable to do any more than that through her great rasping breaths, “Or else.”

“Or else vhat, my dear?” giggled the Countess. This one still had spirit left! After all she’d already been through still she had some fight in her. Making her beg for orgasm, beg to be turned, would be all the sweeter for the strength of character that would’ve been overcome.

“Or I’ll see to it that your blood sucking days end forever,” warned Andi. The vampire laughed, a great belly laugh of surprise.

“Oh zat is priceless!” she chuckled, “You vill end my blood sucking days?” She got back onto the bed and snuck up to Andi, reaching out her hand to brush along the blonde’s tender sides. In spite of her anger, which she was using to maintain her calm, Andi couldn’t help but flinch, causing the vampire to titter again.

“My dear,” she whispered seductively, “I know just how much you love zis. In time you vill beg me for release, and you vill give your blood to me villingly.” She took a step back, feeling more alive than she had done in years. Annabelle had done well to bring this girl to the castle. With a sudden surge of pleasure the Countess recalled that there was another one of these Chix upstairs asleep, one who was just as ticklish as this blond one. Yes, Annabelle had done very well indeed. It was time for her reward.

“Ve vill do zis together,” announced the Countess to the rest of the room. Andi, still trying to calm herself down, particularly her raging libido, looked up.

“Ve?” she asked. Gentle footsteps padded towards her. Andi looked up. A shock of green hair above a body that would’ve made any flesh and blood creature bow down in praise appeared before her.

“The Countess and I made a deal many years ago,” announced Annabelle, “In return for my continued service in maintaining the castle I would be allowed to continue my scientific work. The only addition was that I had to summon the occasional traveller to the castle to act as a... dining companion to the Countess.”

“How did you ‘summon’ us?” demanded Andi, noting that the Countess had disappeared behind her.

“I’ve been working on something similar to the technology in your toe rings for years,” explained the evil scientist, “That’s what Faerie is, in reality. Not an alternative, magical dimension, but a universe run on near miraculous technology. The only reason we don’t take over your world is because we don’t know how most of it works. But, with your knowledge, I’ll soon reveal all of us to the galaxy.” Andi shuddered. Vampires, werewolves, creatures of the night, mythical monsters and more, the list of evil things that could spring forth from Faerie onto the world was endless.

“I’ll never help you!” she snarled. Annabelle smiled. It was a pretty smile, gentle and understanding.

“Andi,” she said quietly, “By the time the Countess and I have finished tickling you you’ll gladly submit herself to the virus in her teeth. You’ll beg for it.” Andi realised she would. There was nothing that could save her. The only positive was that this apocalyptic talk had left her feeling anything other than aroused. That was about to change.

“Ready?” asked the Countess, having returned from preparing herself at the side of the room where she’d not overheard Annabelle’s admissions. The green haired assistant nodded. Andi looked down at the evil scientist’s hands. Stiff green feathers surrounded by a soft material that looked like cheerleader pompoms were attached to each of her fingers. A quick glance over her shoulder suggested the Countess had softer feathers moulded around her extra long finger nails. Almost in anticipation, in acceptance, Andi’s body started to tingle and warm.

“Here ve come, Andi,” giggled the vampire delightedly, “Alzough it is you who vill be cumming soon enough!” And they attacked.

“AAAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!” oh God it was torturous! The fluffy feathers on the Countess’ fingers were a delightful counter to the hard scratching of her fingernails. They ran all over the soles of her feet, finding the intense area between her toes, the insane region over her arches and the frankly inspired choice of around her ankles. The latter was an area Andi had never been tickled before and wouldn’t have thought herself sensitive at. That was still true. But her ankles seemed to be acting as a feedback loop to increase the tickling sensation at her feet.

“HUOH GUODAAAAANUOHHAAHAHAHAAAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAA!” she squealed breathlessly. But her eyes were still open enough to see that Annabelle hadn’t even begun yet.

“You see Andi,” announced the scientist conspirationally, “You can’t help yourself. Already you’re on fire. Your nipples are straining and desperate for succour. Your panties are so moist they’re dripping!” Oh God the teasing, it was too much. Just hearing about how another woman was staring at her arousal, when Andi could do nothing to stop her, was delicious agony.

“I only needed you here Andi to help me with the Bounce technology,” Annabelle continued, flexing her fingers and preparing to join the Countess’ wicked ministrations, “I tried to bring both your friends to keep the Countess happy, and you, I suppose.” Andi was horrified to think that Hailey and Janey might’ve been involved in this, but at that moment the Countess leant down and started running her tongue over the soles of the blonde’s feet.

“EEEK...!” It was a single moment of almost unsurpassed ticklish sensation, followed by almost 20 breathless seconds of sensory overload.

“Good girl,” whispered Annabelle, moving her hands forwards, towards Andi’s armpits, “At least try to enjoy it.” And with that the scientist plunged her feathery fingers into the blonde’s pits.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” it was one long, continuous scream, “NUOHAAAAAH PLEEEEEEEESEEE NUOHHHAAAAHAHAHAAHAHA!” She descended into hysterical laughter. Whatever the Faerie material that made up the Countess’ and Annabelle’s feathers it rivalled Cuddlebear fur for softness and ticklishness. Andi felt her feet and pits seem to explode in ticklish sensation.

Already she’d orgasmed. The dripping moisture in her panties and her increased sensitivity was testament to that. She hadn’t even noticed! She wasn’t sure how but it had been lost in the tickling. And, as the Countess started to suck on Andi’s toes, and Annabelle’s devilish pompoms began rubbing up and down the sides of her breasts, with the stiff feathers in her armpits, and scratching fingernails on her feet, Andi began the short slide into tickling insanity, a place where she’d agree to anything to prolong her euphoria.

Sensing this Annabelle gave the Countess a nod. The vampire didn’t much like taking orders from anyone, least of all her worryingly brainy assistant, but she did want to see what happened to this delectable blond bombshell when her ass was tickled. She’d only held back this far because Annabelle had promised her it would be even better if Andi was fully primed beforehand. The Countess knew enough of the joys of delaying a pleasure to accept that suggestion. Now it was time to collect.

She stood back and let Annabelle tickle the gorgeous plaything’s armpits and breasts, watching in undisguised lust as the blond bucked her hips and tried to squeeze her legs together, unconsciously endeavouring to stimulate herself to further orgasm. Yes, this was better than anything the Countess had ever experienced. She could even see herself waiting before sucking the girl’s blood, enjoying this unbridled passion for years before taking her once and for all. But that was a decision for the future. The issue now was how to make Andi cum more than she’d ever done in her short, tickle fuelled sex life. Teasing helped.

“I am going to teekle your little behind,” she whispered into the blonde’s ears, knowing she was being heard by the sudden additional gasping, “I am going to vun my fingers up and down your sexy leetle ass until you explode. Repeatedly.” Oh God not the teasing, it was making things so much worse. Andi was fairly sure she’d cum again if left alone, untouched. The continued breast and armpit tickling, plus this sexy teasing, and the threat of forthcoming ass tickles, was too much. She felt her control slip and another orgasm start to tear through her.

“Zat’s right, leetle Andi!” exclaimed the Countess, noting the intense reaction to her words, “Here eet comes. Here you cum!” Her fingers had been playing gently with the back of Andi’s knees. Now they started rustling up the back of Andi’s legs, scratching and flicking the back of the girl’s thighs and causing her to buck and scream and race to orgasm spectacularly.

Like she was ever going to be allowed to stop at one! The Countess reached out both her hands and, pausing just to savour the delectable sight of Andi’s jiggling rear and the sodden panties starting to slip down her legs, plunged her right hand palm up between Andi’s legs while her left hand ran up and down the blonde’s crack.

“EEEK!” Andi felt her whole body seem to implode as if it had reached critical mass, like a star undergoing supernova. Then she detonated.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH...!” It was another long, continuous scream, though this one went up and down depending on whether she was building to an orgasm, experiencing an orgasm or coming down from an orgasm only to start building to the next one, each cycle lasting about twenty seconds. They could’ve demanded her blood, her body, her very soul at that moment, and she’d have given it just to keep those tickling fingers running over her breasts, pits, ass and pussy. But the Countess and Annabelle were about to stop.

“Get away from her you bitches!” growled a voice from the stairway leading up to the hall. Andi looked up, barely with the strength to raise her head, and pulled her soul back from the abyss. It was Hailey.

“Run...!” gasped Andi.

“Not on your life,” growled the brunette.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Earlier on, Hailey had woken up, stretched, and reached to her left. Nothing. Rolling over, towards the heat of the fire, she reached out again. Nothing. ‘Ah well,’ she thought. That complacency lasted precisely one more second before she was sat up straight in bed, eyes searching around the room for Andi and Janey. She knew instantly that something was wrong.

Sure Janey wouldn’t have been present in the bed with them, but the sultry beauty never liked to leave her friends too far out of her sight given the trouble they invariably got themselves into on these inadvertent trips of theirs. Then Hailey remembered where Janey was, or rather where she wasn’t, and why she wasn’t there. She had a moment close to tears. Why was Janey doing this?

Hang on a minute! Janey’s absence was readily explained, if not appreciated. Andi’s was nothing of the sort. The blond bombshell got terrified walking around their house on her own, let alone what appeared to be a Transylvanian castle. Hell, Andi had once woken Hailey up by jumping into bed with her complaining that one of her teddy bears was looking at her funny!

Of course the delectable brunette hadn’t needed any further provocation to snuggle up to her equally gorgeous blond buddy and spend a platonic night with her. Now, ever since this Bouncing malarkey had started they hadn’t needed any excuses to do much the same, though Janey still maintained her distance, a fact that occasionally felt like a dagger to Hailey’s heart.

The thought that her raven haired friend didn’t love her and Andi in the same way as she and Andi loved Janey... well it was just too much to bear sometimes. The two of them consoled themselves that Janey was Janey and would therefore approach what were clearly her feelings for the two other Chix when she was ready. But after all their adventures together, from space, to Egyptian tombs, to the Far East, and even futuristic film noir, Janey still resolutely refused to acknowledge their mutual adoration.

That wasn’t the issue. At the moment. The current problem was Andi’s continuing absence from a bedroom in a spooky, probably haunted castle. Hailey pulled herself out of bed and found some well fitting slippers adjacent to it. They were perfect: snug and delightfully soft with a scratchy sensation on her soles just short out of outright tickling. She grabbed her fur coat she’d arrived in during the Bounce, her witch’s hat and one of the numerous furry rugs from her bed to wrap around her hips. Suitably covered she headed out the room to look for Andi.

It didn’t take long to find her. The blond computer genius was making noises audible from just outside the bedroom she and Hailey had been sleeping in. Hailey followed the sounds downstairs, searching through the halls till she found the less than hidden steps towards the crypt, via the kitchen, and emerged into the basement to find her lover in the throes of ticklish euphoria at the hands of Annabelle and a gorgeous, pointy toothed woman in a red cocktail dress.

Channelling Ellen Ripley, as well as a hefty dose of Janey’s much missed feistiness, Hailey marched to the top of the stairs and issued her challenge. Looking up from her delightful torment, Andi seemed to return to her normal self immediately upon seeing her friend, the tickle drunkenness and thirst for orgasm falling away as she feared Hailey might suffer a similar fate. But the loving, lovely brunette wasn’t about to abandon her friend so easily. Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite aware of the nefarious nature of the clothes she was wearing.

“Ze other vun!” exclaimed the Countess with some pleasure, “I vas so looking forvard to getting you down here, Hailey. It is such a pleasure to find you alveady here!”

“Let Andi go,” growled Hailey, reaching out to the nearest wall and grabbing two swords that were conveniently placed for just such a questing hero. Hailey held the swords up in the shape of a cross and pointed the religious symbol at the Countess. The vampire snarled and leapt away from Andi, retreating to the safety of the shadows to avoid the searing pain of the cross. Hailey turned to Annabelle.

“I said, let her go,” she announced. But the gorgeous green haired scientist was looking at Hailey more quizzically than fearfully and soon she started to smile.

“You know something?” she asked rhetorically, “I bet you have no idea what animals were used to make those firs you’re wearing. Would you like to find out?” Hailey frowned. What the hell was this woman talking...?

“NUAH!” Sudden, total tickling sensation. Her feet were being tickled all over, her ass, thighs and hips were suffering a similar fate and her chest... oh her chest! Her furry white coat seemed to have come alive and was tickling her all over her back, her pits, her upper arms and, most devilishly, her breasts. Hailey collapsed in total hysterics, the swords tumbling to the floor a cross no more, her entire body seemingly suffering the most terrible of soft, gentle tickles. There was a VHOOSH sound and suddenly the Countess was standing over her, a smile of undisguised lust on her face.

“Now, my dear,” purred the vampire, “Vhy don’t ve try introducing ourselves vonce again?”

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Janey’s heart did a triple flip in her chest. For a second there it had looked like Hailey might pull off an incredible rescue. Now the brunette was being tickled mercilessly by the Countess and Annabelle, having been stripped down to just her purple panties that were already soaked through with the product of one orgasm. Hailey was held hanging down onto a second mattress adjacent to Andi’s, her arms held wide apart in the air, her legs held rigidly apart, her clothes mostly long since discarded.

The evil scientist had turned her mixture of stiff feathers and fluffy pompoms onto Hailey’s feet, with predictable results. Countess Bezzunxce was positioned behind the brunette, her aroused body pushed against the hyper-stimulated hips of the Bounce Chick as she reached round her arms, inadvertently rubbing them up and down the sides of Hailey’s ribs in a hellishly ticklish manner. But it was the vampire’s tickling hands that were most dismaying: the combination of hard fingernails and soft feathers were running up, down, to the side and across Hailey’s breasts and nipples.

Already the brunette was in a mental place close to where Andi had been upon Hailey’s intervention. She’d have happily given the two women tickling her almost anything to continue her orgasmic euphoria. Fortunately, as Janey kept half an eye on the temporal portal she was using to view the scene, the two evil creatures had decided to prolong their enjoyment of Andi and Hailey. Janey ignored it for the moment, instead focusing on what she was reading.

“So if I’ve got this right,” she was speaking aloud, Andi’s fully charged laptop in her hands as she typed away at the keyboard, “I type in the coordinates into this program which should Bounce me via the Vangeran Phenomenon to Faerie at this location when I press...” She hit enter.

BOUNCE

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“HAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAA HOOOOGUODAAAHAAAHAAAHA, EEEET TEEEEEEKLESSSAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA SUOH MUAAAACH!” She wasn’t kidding. Hailey felt another Earth shaking orgasm surge through her, the awe inspiring force leaving her frantic for everything to stop, but even more desperate for the sensations to continue.

“Zat’s right, my leetle Cheek!” teased the Countess, whose own body was perilously close to orgasm given she was rubbing herself against the brunette’s sexy ass, feeling the lovely sensation of her quarry’s sodden panties, “I know you love this! Just say vhat you vant me to do!”

“MUORE AAAAHAAHAHA PLEEEHEHEHEEESE MUORREAAAAHAAAHA!” It was all Hailey could do to speak through the awesome laughter, but the admittance of her body’s desire forced its way out of her. The Countess and Annabelle duly obliged, the green haired scientist taking the toes of Hailey’s right foot into her mouth and sucking on one while her tongue flicked against the rest of them, and the vampire leaning around her captive to stick her forked tongue against the nipple of Hailey’s left breast, flicking it roughly.

“OH...!” Like Andi before her, Hailey reached a stage of total sensory overload. Her eyes bulged wide and she lost all sense of time, place and self. Only the feeling of absolute orgasm could be sensed. But it was like a tsunami crashing through her body. Watching, from her own mattress, in hypnotised bondage, the bit of Andi’s mind still her own followed the display in arousal, desire and fear. What was going to happen next? Well, the two evil beings were going to have yet more fun, was the answer.

“Zat vill do for now,” stated the Countess, reluctantly pulling herself off the bed. The brunette gasped and came down to Earth, looking round and seeing an almost naked Andi watching her, though the blonde’s eyes had a dazed, mesmerized look.

“Oh God!” whispered Hailey, realising the trouble she and her lover were in. Well at least the Countess and Annabelle had stopped tickling and they hadn’t yet bitten either Chick. Both of those were positive points. Unfortunately, that comfort paled into insignificance when Hailey considered that if these two were delaying their enjoyment of their captives, it was only because they had something even more devilish planned. She wasn’t wrong.

“Sving them vound!” ordered the Countess, her words sounding almost slightly drunken given her own massive arousal that was seeping out of her. She felt something similar to the intensity of a blood binge. When she finally allowed herself to succumb to the arousal pumping through her body it would be a feeling of exquisite intensity. But till then there was fun to be had.

Hearing the order, Annabelle typed something into a control panel at the side of the room. Hailey’s bed started to move, seemingly of its own volition. It moved over to Andi’s, locking into place. At this the Countess did a weird flick of her wrists. Andi jerked awake. The hypnotic control of her mind had been removed. She looked up at Hailey.

“Oh Hailey!” she whined, her voice a mixture of relief at being almost within touching distance of her friend tempered with serious concern about their current situation, “Whatever will happen to us?”

“Don’t worry sweety,” urged Hailey, still channelling Janey’s never-say-die attitude, “Just keep your chin up. We’ll be ok.”

“Oh you vill!” the Countess had jumped onto the extra long bed that had been formed, standing between both Chix, “Ve vill make sure you are both ok in ze extreme!” She began undoing one of Andi’s arm binds. Soon the blond had her right arm free, though her left arm and both legs were still in bondage. Hailey’s right arm was also released. The Countess jumped away and Annabelle pressed some more buttons on the console.

Both Chix were suddenly manoeuvred by their remaining bonds so that they were stood up. And then they were moved towards each other! Soon they were touching, their faces less than a foot apart, their large, perfect breasts pushed against each other and, with another instruction to the computer, their legs intertwined so that each girl’s pussy was pushed firmly against the right thigh of the other. Next, their left arms were raised high into the air with no give to the chains, pulling both girls up onto their tip toes.

The whole thing took only a few seconds but left them both in a horribly compromised position. Andi could feel the slickness of Hailey’s sodden panties rubbing against her thigh. For her part Hailey sensed the colder feel of Andi’s older arousal on her leg. Their nipples were already hardening given they were pushed together and, had the circumstances been different, the possibility of having a tickle fight in such a situation, with their right arms free to tickle the other girl’s left armpit, might’ve been lovely.

As it was they both suspected what was about to happen. They were going to be forced to tickle each other, while their feet, backs and sides were all widely exposed to whatever the Countess and Annabelle wanted to do to them. Fighting to keep her rising panic under control Andi looked into Hailey’s bright brown eyes. They seemed strong and understanding, as if the brunette was on top of the situation.

“Oh Hailey!” Andi whined again, biting down the tears.

“Hey there,” Hailey’s voice was warm and loving as she reached out with her free hand to cup Andi’s chin and lift it up to look into her eyes. The warmth and affection evident in them seemed every bit as mesmerising to the blond as the Countess’ eyes had been earlier, but in a completely different way.

“I love you,” she said simply, the words slipping out as she gazed into the lovely, loving eyes of her gorgeous friend and felt her strength surge into her.

“I know,” replied Hailey quietly, almost sadly, “I love you too. That’s something they’ll never be able to take away from us.” She leaned forwards and pecked Andi on the lips. It wasn’t a full blooded kiss. Instead it was a gesture of undying affection, everlasting love. Andi initially pecked back before she seemed to come alive, flicking out her tongue and launching an full blown French kiss back at her lover. Hailey responded and, for a brief moment, they forgot their awkward circumstances and enjoyed their mutual love.

“Oh zis is just perfect!” The Countess’ evil, gloating voice cut through the moment. For a second there she’d been concerned. Were these two going to prove incorruptible? But seeing their obvious adoration for one another had set her black heart racing. Just how beautiful was it going to be to break their spirit, make them hate, rather than love, each other? She’d force them to tickle each other for days at a time, forcing them to do her will or else the positions would be reversed. In time they’d become devoted to her, at the expense of hating each other. It would be unbelievably arousing! And it was time to start.

“You are both vell avare of vhat ve vant from you,” the Countess stated, “Annabelle and I are both ready to teekle your feet should you not comply. If you teekle ze other girl ve vill stop teekling you. If you don’t...?” She tailed off. Andi and Hailey could both see over each other’s shoulder. Annabelle was advancing towards Hailey’s feet, her feather and pompom combination deadly to the brunette. The Countess was standing behind Andi, ready to flick her feather fingernails up and down the blonde’s soles. Andi already knew it would be unbelievably ticklish.

“Vill you teekle each other?” demanded the Countess. Andi stared into Hailey’s eyes, noting the panic she herself felt. But, not for a micro-second, did either girl think to plunge her tickling right hand into the other’s exposed left armpit.

“Very vell!” announced the vampire, and scraped her fingernails against Andi’s exposed feet.

“NUAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAA!” squealed the blond, the sensation somehow worse given everything that had been happening, “PLEEEHEEEHEEEESE STUOAAAAPAHAAH!” she added. But it was only when the Countess slowed her tickling that Andi realised that Hailey was standing there unmolested. Annabelle was leaving Hailey’s feet alone! Hailey saw her lover’s realisation.

“I’m sorry Andi!” she whispered, tears in her eyes at her friend’s suffering, “Tickle me if you have to.”

“NUOHOHOOOHOHOHOOO!” Andi wailed, shaking her head and shoving her right hand behind her back, “I WOHOOOHOHOHOOOHOOOON’T!” Surprised, the Countess soon smiled naughtily. These two still had such spirit! It’d take more than a few foot tickles to break them. Ah well, she knew just the thing.

“Annabelle!” she shouted, though continuing her agonising tickles of Andi’s tender soles, “Come here and help me vth zis blond. Her sides are looking so alone and unoccupied.” The evil scientist moved away from Hailey’s feet and stood up on the bed to Andi’s left, her stiff and soft feathery combination ready to tickle up and down the blonde’s sides.

“No!” shouted Hailey, and launched her right hand at the scientist, grabbing at her ribs.

“NUAH!” Annabelle leapt high into the air, surprised and horrified at the ticklish sensation elicited from a single squeeze of her ribs. Her jump was up and away from Hailey’s grasping hand and caused her to land on the edge of the bed. She overbalanced and tumbled to the floor with a loud THUMP.

“Annabelle?” The Countess had stopped what she was doing, giving Andi some desperately needed relief. Hailey reached out her free hand to her lover, pulling her head close, comforting her shaking friend as best she could and feeling the fresh warmth from Andi’s groin and breasts. Despite her anguish she’d been severely aroused by the tickling. Hailey petted Andi and whispered words of encouragement and support into her ear while the Countess walked round the bed to examine her assistant.

“God damn eet,” muttered the vampire under her breath. Annabelle was out cold and was probably concussed. She’d have to be taken to her suite, with its wondrous healing technologies amongst many other things. Annoyed that her plan was delayed, but secretly thrilled at the thought of having these two ticklish cuties to deal with without Annabelle’s annoying restraints and interventions, the Countess easily hefted her assistant onto her shoulder and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Seconds later she was back.

“Now vhere vere ve?” she asked with a sinister smile, “Ah yes, I vas about to teekle you two till vun of you begged me to teekle her friend!”

“You’ll be the only one doing any begging here!” growled someone immediately behind the vampire. The voice was low, dark and unbelievably angry. It belonged to a feisty, raven haired girl of almost unsurpassed beauty. As the shocked vampire spun round to confront this totally unexpected threat, Janey shoved out her arm in a tight fist, clocking the undead woman hard on the mouth. It should’ve been equivalent to slapping an elephant, a minor surprise rather than an incredibly painful blow. But the vampire collapsed, grabbing at her face, trying to remove the strange, fatty residue that had been rubbed on her mouth and nose via Janey’s knuckles.

“That’s garlic butter, if you’re wondering,” explained Janey with an evil smile of her own, “I’m not sure of the dose but it’ll definitely be enough to slow you to a halt. That’ll give me time to release my friends. And then we’ll see how you like to be tickled.”

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

“Janey!” It was Hailey who recovered first. Her feelings were tumultuous at this point. Joy that help seemed to be here. Shock that it was Janey. Gratitude that the Countess seemed to be incapacitated and unable to capture all three of them. Concern that Andi still seemed horribly shaken by her ordeal.

“Quick,” Hailey shouted, “We need to get her down.” Janey leapt up onto the bed and examined the metal chains holding both Chix together. This gave Hailey a chance to examine Janey. The feisty Chick was dressed provocatively, to say the least! Thigh high leather boots covered her legs while her arms were encased in gloves almost up to the shoulder. A dark red cape with a high collar, similar in colour to the Countess’ sexy cocktail dress, was wrapped around her shoulders and went down all the way to her ankles. And that was it. Janey’s slim tummy, full, bouncy breasts, even her pussy, were uncovered!

She’d tried to turn the cape into a dress by tying a cord around her waist, but it had fallen away during her brief struggle with the Countess. Now, as she examined the padded leather cuffs around Andi and Hailey’s limbs, Janey’s womanly glory was visible for both her best friends to see. She didn’t seem unduly concerned by this. Her focus was on the bonds imprisoning the two other Chix.

“There doesn’t seem to be any clasp or release I can see,” she told them. Hearing her voice, Andi perked up from her earlier misery. The thought that she was going to be tickled till she tickled Hailey had shaken her, badly. But Janey’s unexpected presence was the perfect tonic.

“Janey!” she yelped, looking up and seeing her loving friend, “It is you!” Acting spontaneously, Andi leant forwards, despite her predicament, and managed to bring her mouth to Janey’s, pecking her chastely on the lips. But rather than pulling away and turning bashful, as Hailey instantly feared would happen, Janey stopped what she was doing, reached up her hands and placed them gently on either side of Andi’s face, looking her deep in the eye.

“I’m so sorry Andi,” she said quietly, before pulling the blonde’s mouth to hers. Once again Andi found herself sinking into someone’s gaze, this time the icy blue of Janey’s eyes. This time she’d felt only love shining out. They both shut their eyes and Janey kissed Andi and Andi kissed back, two girls sharing their love. After a few seconds Janey pulled away, now officially a changed woman. She turned to Hailey.

“I’m so sorry Hailey,” she told her.

“Forget sorry!” Hailey squeaked, “Just kiss me like that!” Janey smiled, biting her lip, a slight feeling of reticence pushing through her, but it soon passed. She didn’t kiss Hailey ‘like that.’ With Andi she’d shared a gentle, loving kiss. With Hailey it was a full blown smacker! She launched herself at her friend, pulling her body against Hailey’s, and thereby against Andi’s, sharing a hungry kiss with the sensual brunette. After a few heaven sent moments, Janey pulled back. Hailey looked mildly shell shocked, her eyes glazed and her arousal already evident.

“Hey guys!” called out Andi, “Now I’m jealous!” Janey and Hailey laughed, breaking the sexual tension but reminding them of the situation.

“I have to get you out of here,” warned Janey, “Before anyone comes back.”

“The controls are over there,” Andi indicated with her head, “It’s a quantum level phase computer tied in to a bracelet on Annabelle’s arm. We can’t control it here, but if you’ve brought my laptop with you we should be able to hook into it via our toe rings.” Quite how she’d evaluated all that was unknown even to Andi, it was just a skill she had. She put it to good use now, looking at her laptop in Janey’s hands and instructing her gorgeous friend on what to do. 30 seconds later and both Andi and Hailey were free. There was an awkward moment as the three Chix seemed unable to look each other in the eye. It was Janey who ended it.

“Oh you guys!” she exclaimed, suddenly very emotional, “Come here!” She grabbed her friends together and pulled them close in an emphatic hug, quite accidentally rubbing her near naked body against their equally undressed selves. She pulled away slightly, looking Andi and Hailey lovingly in the eye.

“When you Bounced out like that I realised two things,” she said, smiling but barely keeping the tears away, “First: you were in trouble and needed my help. Second: I couldn’t bear to be apart from either of you. I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid lately.”

“We’re sorry we weren’t there for you!” replied Andi instantly.

“Yeah,” agreed Hailey, “We should’ve sat you down and talked things through the first second you were feeling any concerns. We were crappy friends not to do it.”

“You weren’t crappy friends, I was a crappy friend...” said Janey. And their conversation continued much like that for a good few minutes before the sounds of the Countess struggling on the floor of the dungeon reminded the delectable threesome that there was the small matter of their current predicament to occupy them.

“What did you do to her?” asked Andi in wonder. Janey smiled.

“I Bounced into the kitchen and spent some time chopping up some garlic I found in the fridge as finely as possible,” she explained, “After that I mixed it together with some butter I found and smeared it on my knuckles. I figured the vampire would be so focussed on you she wouldn’t notice me creeping up behind her.” She’d been right, but it’d been a hell of a risk.

“Wow!” Hailey was impressed, “But how did you get the toe ring to Bounce you to such a specific location?” Janey looked at Andi.

“I figured out the password on Andi’s laptop,” she said, “Although it took a few guesses.” She smiled knowingly, at which point pixy Andi went bright pink, her lower lip wobbling as she wondered just what Janey had seen on the computer. Janey leant forwards, bringing her mouth close to Andi’s ear but speaking loud enough for Hailey to hear.

“Maybe Captain Android Andi and First Mate Hearty Hailey can be persuaded to tickle the prim governor’s daughter at a later date?” Hailey collapsed in giggles as Andi’s pinkness turned into full blown, utterly humiliated beetroot coloured embarrassment. Janey laughed too before grabbing her blond friend and pulling her close.

“I love you Andi,” she said warmly, “And I never want you to change. I’ve seen a few of your secrets thanks to all this so, when we’re done, I’ll tell you a few of mine, not least about a couple of friends of mine I’d like your tickling expertise in dealing with.”

“Who?” wondered Andi, recovering from her mortification.

“A couple of girls from college who think their yoga instructor is some sort of tickle toy,” replied Janey primly, “But enough of that for now.” She spun round and faced the Countess, who was still on the floor but seemed unable to move.

“Why didn’t the garlic kill her?” asked Hailey. Andi frowned.

“She must be a pure blooded vampire,” she said, explaining further when she saw the other girls’ mystification, “The garlic won’t kill her, it’ll only make her very weak. Sunlight is the only sure way to do the job, although there’s every possibility she’ll come back to life later on.”

“It’s funny, a vampire having garlic in her home like that,” Hailey observed.

“Or lots of convenient swords on the wall,” added Janey, “And a bunch of surprisingly thin drapes that can be easily pulled down.” Andi shrugged.

“There’s the theory of the undead death wish,” she explained, “The principle is that these beings are so powerful they almost want to handicap themselves to make unlife a little more interesting. Regardless, she’s now completely at our mercy.” Her expression was not compassionate. Hailey was grinning. It was the look of a cat happening upon a wounded bird. Janey, who hadn’t experienced any recent tickling torment, nevertheless wanted payback for the near biting, and attempted corruption, of her friends.

“So what do we do?” she asked. Andi smiled knowingly.

“These are enchanted chains,” she pointed at the bonds that had held her and Hailey, “They’re unbreakable thanks to some extremely impressive technology. Even vampire strength won’t break them.”

“So we tie her up,” said Janey, “And then what?” Andi smiled again. This time it was a distinctly naughty grin that had the Countess, who was still able to see and hear everything that was said, try to cower away from the group. She was unsuccessful.

“Vampires have significantly higher sensory perception,” Andi announced, “As well as more stamina and greater tolerance to pain.” She left it that. Hailey turned to smile at the Countess, causing the unfortunate vampire an even greater wish to disappear, be elsewhere, do anything but be in that room with those girls. But the hated garlic made her just so vulnerable, a vulnerability that seemed perversely arousing in the face of her impending doom at the three lovely girls.

“I’d have to say that all that sounds like an extremely ticklish combination of characteristics,” said Hailey.

“Only one way to find out.” Janey said, and began stalking towards the Countess, followed by Andi and Hailey. The vampire, so many hundreds of years old and awesomely powerful, could do nothing when the three Chix picked her up by her arms and legs and carried her over to the extra long bed which Andi and Hailey had been bound to earlier, taking a moment to pull the woman’s dress up, sticking the red folds of it over her chest, revealing her stunning body.

Her breasts were large and firm with no need for a bra, the nipples a very similar colour to her skin, but hard and pointed. The red straps of her panties were tied at the side with little bows, the whole around a black V barely covering her most sensitive areas. A darker patch within the black testified to her earlier arousal. It now seemed to be spreading. The superior, dominant, torturing, blood sucking vampire was a closet submissive!

Using Andi’s laptop the unbreakable chains responded to their new mistresses and clasped over the Countess’ wrists, upper arms and ankles. A second instruction on the computer pulled her upright with her arms high in the air and back behind her head. One final cuff was placed around her neck, tight enough to stop her trying to bite any of the girls but not painful at all.

“Oh she’s going to love this!” announced Andi evilly, taking a position behind the vampire after selecting a variety of tickling implements from the table to the side, where the Countess and Annabelle had arranged a number of feathers, brushes and other tickling devices earlier for their session with the Chix.

“She already is!” suggested Hailey, pointing at the vampire’s moistening panties.

“We should allow her to enjoy it fully,” was Janey’s suggestion. She went over to a basin in the corner of the crypt and washed her hands before wetting a towel and bringing it over to clean the garlic butter off the vampire’s face. Instantly the Countess snarled and tried to bite at Janey, her strength returning almost instantly. But the cuff around her neck held her in place.

“Don’t worry,” Janey said, almost affectionately, “We’ll soon tickle that attitude out of you!” The vampire glared at her, trying to effect a hypnotic control. But she could tell it wouldn’t work, not on these girls now they had her captured. She was locked in chains even she couldn’t break and, while the cuffs were soft, there was no give to them. There was nothing she could do. She was powerless, her arms held back behind her head while she was being forced onto her tiptoes. She felt acutely vulnerable and, for some reason, unbelievably aroused. She tried not to show either reaction.

“I vill kill you all if you do not untie me!” she threatened, hissing out the words. Janey just smiled.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say,” she tut-tutted with a mischievous grin, “I think we’ll need to try and change that attitude of yours. Ready girls?” Andi, behind the Countess, and Hailey, to the vampire’s right, nodded. The bound woman endeavoured to compose herself as Janey took up station to her left. The Countess had never been tickled before, no one had ever dared, and she suspected she wasn’t that sensitive it. Besides, how bad could it be?

“Here it comes,” warned Janey. She reached down and picked up a stick with some devilishly soft feathers on the end. Andi was already prepared, encasing her fingers in super soft fuzzy gloves, while Hailey had stiff feathers attached to her fingers. The three Chix held out their hands, Andi to the Countess’ back, Hailey to her right and Janey to her left. Despite her belief in her own insensitivity the vampire felt a moment of concern. She remembered the state she and Annabelle had driven the Chix into. What would tickling do to her? Quite a lot as it turned out!

“Go!” Janey instructed, and the Countess instantaneously dissolved into total meltdown.

“NUAAAAAAAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she wailed, “STUOPAAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAAAHAAAA!” What was this? Her body was completely on fire! This was what tickling was? It wasn’t funny at all! Instead it felt like something half way between horrendous pain and outrageous joy. And that was only the start!

Janey’s feathery brush, on the Countess’ tummy, was driving the vampire insane with giggles. Andi’s gloved hands on her back and sides were maddeningly ticklish. And Hailey’s feathers over her breasts were causing her apoplectic laughter, while at the same time seeming to make her nipples jut out even more, begging to be touched. And they’d only just started!

“Quite a reaction!” observed Janey, slowing to a halt along with the other girls after just a few minutes of tickling. The vampire collapsed against her bonds, sucking in great breaths of air. She normally only breathed once or twice a minute. Now it was close to a breath every two seconds! Her body felt exhausted, boiling hot and desperately sensitive. This tickling was devilish!

“Why don’t we try her feet?” enquired Andi helpfully.

“No!” shouted the Countess, “Not ze feet! Anything but ze feet!” Her feet were soft, delicate and had, in the past, occasionally been slightly tickled when she’d walked bare foot over carpets. She knew they were sensitive, just not how much...

“That sounds like a plan!” giggled Hailey, joining Andi behind the Countess. Janey took a step back, standing in front of the vampire. She wanted to see the reaction. It was immense.

“AAAAAAGGGHH! NUOH! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA! STUOP EET!” the Countess screamed, as Andi stroked her cuddly fingers up and down the soles of her right foot and Hailey flicked her stiff feathers between the toes of her left, “EEEETS UNNNNAAAAHAHABEARAAAHAHAAHAHAAABLE!” She bucked and writhed, desperate to get away from the awesome tickling sensations, but there was no give to the chains. Smiling wickedly Janey took a step towards the vampire, noting her closed eyes. What were her armpits like...?

For her part the Countess was going quite simply mad. She was bellowing with laughter intermingled with appeals for clemency that fell on amused, and merciless, ears. This tickling sensation was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before, worse than the garlic sandwich she once ate, the burn of holy water, the fire of daylight. They all hurt terribly. But this tickling seemed to hurt and arouse simultaneously! The only thing worse than it going on was if it stopped!

“OH GUODD!” she blasphemed, praying to a deity she defiled by her very existence, “EEEET TEEKLES SUOOOHAAAHAHAHAAHAA MUAAAACHAAAHAHAAA!” And, at that moment, Janey inserted her fingers into the Countess’ armpits and began flicking them up and down. Unlike the vampire the Bounce Chix had all become skilled ticklers throughout the course of their adventures. They knew that you could elicit a reaction just by scratching with your nails. But they were intensely aware of what you could do if you used the softer parts of your hands, or adopted a more sensual technique.

It tickled, oh God in heaven it tickled, but that burning, arousing, wonderful side to it was so much stronger it threatened to turn the whole thing wonderful! As she felt those delightfully soft fingertips gently stroke up and down her armpits the Countess felt her body hit a new level of laughter. This wasn’t the forced hilarity of before. This was joyous! This was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced!

“OOOOOOH MYEEEHEHEEEHE VORDAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!” She opened her dark brown eyes and looked into the icy blue of Janey’s. The girl was just a few inches away from her. Even with the restraints the Countess might’ve been able to bite her. The thought never crossed the vampire’s mind. She couldn’t think to do it, hundreds of years of life as a blood sucker and it didn’t even occur to her.

Instead her insides were squirming incessantly. She’d never been tied up like this before, least of all by three such beautiful, scantily clad girls. Always she’d been the one in control, the dominant one. This current experience was compelling. Knowing she was at the mercy of these three beauties, knowing she was going to keep being tickled, was causing her body to hum in a way she’d never felt before. Her previous erotic experiences were as nothing compared to this.

“You know something?” Janey said out loud, as Andi and Hailey kept tickling the Countess sensitive feet, “I think our sexy little vampire is enjoying this! Why don’t we show her what we can do?” Andi and Hailey smiled wickedly. They knew exactly what Janey meant. Slowing down their tickles they began to worship the Countess’ feet, their fingers stroking rather than scratching as first Andi then Hailey took one of the vampire’s toes into their mouths and started to suck.

“HUHOOOOOOH!” What new torture was this? Her feet were making her this aroused? In the back of the Countess’ mind had been the thought that on a deep, permanent level she was enjoying the nefarious attentions of the three Chix. This confirmed it. The tickling sensation from her feet was still unbelievably intense, yet it was now even more erotic.

“Oh she really likes that!” announced Janey, biting her lip as she enjoyed the show. The vampires eyes, which had shut tight at this new, heavenly sensation opened at the words. She stared at Janey in horror. The Bounce Chick smiled knowingly.

“It feels insanely ticklish, doesn’t it?” she suggested understandingly, “Like you want it to stop and never happen again.” She reached out her feathery device and let it start to play gently with the Countess’ firm, ticklish tummy, causing the sexy vampire to stiffen and, to her surprise, groan. Janey smiled again.

“And then you start to feel that other sensation,” she announced, her recent experiences at the hands of her two best friends and the Duchess a strong reminder of what the vampire was going through, “The one that seems to occur simultaneously at wherever you’re being tickled and everywhere else in your body, but with one or two specific focuses.” Even as she said it she ran the deliciously firm but teasingly soft bristles of her brush over two such points of focus: the Countess’ throbbing nipples.

“NYUH!” The vampire was almost entranced by the sensations taking control of her, her mind giving itself to the delectable, raven haired beauty, whose vivid blue eyes seemed so compassionate, so full of understanding. The unbearably joyous sensations at her feet were almost receding into the background, although their effects on her libido most assuredly were not. She was achingly primed for orgasmic explosion.

“But there’s one area that you want to feel it,” Janey continued, lowering her staff and reaching out her hands to grab the Countess’ dress, “An area that’s so personal, so private, you can’t understand why you want anyone else to even see it.” She ripped apart the lovely red outfit, pulling the two halves away from the vampire’s body and leaving the woman in nothing but her sodden panties and her various bonds.

“And yet you yearn, deep inside, to find someone who’ll allow you to allow yourself to reveal that place to them, share its joy. That’s the place I’m about to touch,” Janey said quietly, reaching out both hands again and grabbing hold of the bows of the Countess’ panties, “But you’re going to have to let me do it.” The vampire didn’t understand. She was suspended by the chains around her neck and limbs. The tickling of her feet was leaving her one stage short of madness, a stage she knew she’d reach soon if she didn’t achieve orgasm. And a mad vampire is a very dangerous creature, as much for itself as anyone it encountered.

But she didn’t realise what Janey was doing. Neither did Andi and Hailey, given they were both entirely focussed on the Countess’ feet. Andi had even picked up a hairbrush and started to use it vigorously on the pampered sole in front of her, causing even more hilarity in the vampire. But the woman’s actual focus was on the gorgeous, sad girl in front of her, who seemed to share the same yearning in her heart.

Janey stepped forwards, bringing her body against the Countess, her hands remaining on the bows holding up the woman’s panties. Her neck was within easy striking distance despite the vampire’s bonds. Given the strangeness of the situation the Countess hesitated. She wanted the girl’s blood. Hell she always wanted blood. Even when she’d just gorged herself on one victim she’d be looking to the next one. But, right now, for the first time in her life, she wanted something else more, just like Janey.

“You can bite me,” said the Chick quietly, “But you’ll never gain the satisfaction you seek. Or you can think of an alternative...” She tailed off, closed her eyes and turned her head to the left, showing the vampire a perfect view of the carotid artery. The Countess stared at it, the desire for blood cutting through her laughter, her arousal, a desire that had dominated her for centuries, almost a millennium. But now she wanted something else, something more.

“Oooooh!” moaned Janey, feeling the vampire nuzzling her neck, the delicate kisses a sign of intense affection, not vampiric feeding. She needed no further indication of the new nature of the Countess’ relationship with the universe. Now Janey needed to prove something to herself. She grabbed the woman’s face and brought her mouth to it, initiating a passionate kiss with another woman.

No tickle induced affection this. No one time emotional fillip that could be put down to laughter or some other excuse. Janey wanted the other woman, and knew the other woman wanted her, more than anything either of them had wanted anything in their lives... and they’d both wanted things as intensely as any being that had ever existed. And now they both had it. Almost.

“Good girl,” whispered Janey, pulling back from the passionate embrace with a naughty smile and, quite deliberately, pulling apart the bows holding the vampire’s panties in place, “Now get ready for stage two.” She dropped to her knees, reached out and removed the sodden undergarments, revealing a sparse shock of auburn hair leading in a strip to a sodden, clearly aroused sex. Embracing her sexuality 100% for the first time in her life, Janey reached out and started to kiss the Countess’ most sensitive area.

Explosive doesn’t begin to describe it. For almost a thousand years the Countess had lived in a state of perpetual craving, seeking out fresh blood like only a crazed creature of the night can. In that time she’d had a handful of lovers for a smattering of days, the last almost 250 years before. She had forgotten what it was like to love, to be loved. Now the three Bounce Chix had shown her an alternative to her desire for blood, and nothing would ever be the same again.

As Janey’s eager, if inexperienced, tongue and fingers stimulated the Countess’ pussy, Andi and Hailey moved their tickling from the vampire’s feet, which had been tickled to a point just shy of insensitivity, to more indecent areas. Hailey had her now bare fingers over the Countess’ breasts, which were almost as large and as perfect as Hailey’s. Given how ticklish her own chest was, the brunette bombshell had always secretly loved the thought of tickling another girl’s breasts. This was her chance.

Andi had similar thoughts for the vampire’s heart shaped ass, the full, tight, squirming derriere of the woman a wondrous sight for any eyes, let alone those of a girl with an almost unhealthily, wonderfully ticklish behind. Tickling Andi’s ass led her almost immediately down the road of orgasm. The Countess was similarly blessed. As Hailey tickled, and licked, and nibbled, and sucked on the vampire’s nipples, and Andi’s eager, feathery fingers rubbed and squeezed and flicked and coated the fleshy bottom of their captive, Janey’s lips around the woman’s nubbin as her fingers pumped that flooding pussy.

The Countess threw her head back and howled like a werewolf, a species she had always despised. Why did they have to make so much racket screaming at the moon? Well now she knew. There are some things so joyous you have to share them with the whole universe. What she experienced at that moment, and for ten minutes afterwards, was like she’d plugged her fingers into the electricity socket marked JOY and let that awesome power rip through her with complete abandonment.

In time her mind imploded, having lasted whole minutes longer than any of the Chix had ever seen someone survive. The vampire experienced so much in that space of time it was no wonder that, when she woke up, half an hour later, it was as a different person. She awoke to the Chix all dressed in their Bouncing clothes, staring at Andi’s laptop and trying to figure out why they couldn’t Bounce back to home. The vampire was free of her bonds and had the remnants of her lovely dress draped over her. She stood up and walked soundlessly over to the three girls.

“Vhat appears to be the problem?” she asked. Instantly the three Chix leapt away from her in horrified surprise. The vampire endeavoured to placate the three of them.

“Please, please!” she called, “I mean you no harm. You have only my thanks for vhat you have done for me.” Andi glared at the woman suspiciously. Hailey continued sidling over to a nearby table where any number of objects might be used to form a makeshift cross. Only Janey seemed to believe the vampire.

“So you don’t want to suck our blood?” she asked. The Countess frowned.

“Oh I do,” she replied sincerely, “Almost as much as before. But I know vhy I should not take it now. Zere are alternatives to ze human blood. Zey taste like... vell, let us say it is not nice. But I believe zey vill satisfy me now.” Andi’s suspicious gaze turned surprised. Hailey stopped her instinctive move towards a weapon. Janey smiled affectionately.

“What will you do now?” she asked. The Countess smiled back, her expression turning wistful after a moment.

“Faerie has changed a lot over ze years,” she said, “Many of ze changes are not so good. I think I vill try and help some of ze people get some sense back.”

“How will you do that?” wondered Hailey, now completely trusting the vampire who had, just an hour or so before, endeavoured to turn her against her best friends.

“I vill find a vay,” shrugged the Countess, “I vill trust to fate to guide me, to show me ze places I need to be to help zis vorld recover from too many people like me, like I vas.” She looked away sadly for a moment.

“Vhere vill you go?” asked Andi wondrously, somehow slipping back into her entranced, accent mimicking mode despite no effort by the Countess to cloud her mind. The vampire smiled tenderly.

“You are so sveet and trusting, Ms Andi,” she said warmly, before turning to Hailey, “And you are so rich and compassionate, Ms Hailey. Together vith your feisty, fierce friend you are ze strongest people I have ever seen, and ze most loving, zough I am not much of a judge of zat. I vish I could say I vill see you all again, but I cannot imagine zat vill be ze case. Just know zat you vill always be in my heart and zat vhenever I even think of relapsing it vill be ze zought of you zat vill stop me. Goodbye.” And with that she clicked her fingers and disappeared in a WHOOSH.

“What the?” gasped Hailey. Andi took a moment to shake her head, finally extinguishing the spell that had partially controlled her for the past few hours. Janey looked very upset.

“She’s gone,” whispered the feisty raven haired beauty, “After all that, she’s gone.” Andi came over and put her arm around her friend, who’d managed to retie her cape into a semblance of decency.

“I don’t think she wanted to go through a long goodbye,” she suggested quietly. Janey looked into Andi’s sweet, open, honest face. There was no criticism there, just a shared understanding.

“Oh guys...!” sobbed Janey, the tears flooding her eyes. Instantly her two best friends were hugging her close, letting some of the anguish that had afflicted her seep out into their loving grasp. They held each other like that, a tightly wound ball of loving, gorgeous Chix, until Janey seemed to recover herself, pulling away with that familiar spikiness that kicked in whenever she showed herself to be vulnerable, to be human.

“Not this time, little Biscuit!” cried Andi, leaping after Janey and grabbing her close again.

“You’re not going to get away from us again,” added Hailey, throwing in an additional: “You’re our little Biscuit,” for good measure. Now, when Janey pulled away, it was with a glare that suggested she was genuinely annoyed.

“One more Biscuit out of either of you...” she warned. The other two girls smiled lovingly. This was what they wanted: Janey strong and angry, not sullen and spiky. The raven haired girl seemed to realise this and her growl became a purr.

“Oh the things I’m going to do to you when we get back,” she warned seductively, “You both owe me one Biscuit tickle and I intend to collect, when you least expect it.” Hailey giggled blushingly, imagining what might be in store for her. Andi, who’d last been tickled by Janey pretty much because she’d called the other girl Biscuit one too many times, felt her body shudder in aroused anticipation. But Janey soon cut through that thought, reminding the two other Chix that their work clearly wasn’t done.

“So why are we still here?” she wondered. Andi frowned, checking her computer, which was working fine and simply stated that there was a reality inversion event that made Bouncing impossible.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted before remembering something, “But I think I know someone who might be able to help.”

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Annabelle woke up and opened her eyes. Ah. She was in her room. What had happened? She recalled a fall from a bed onto a hard stone fall. Damn those Bounce Chix! She’d been enjoying herself immensely, her body responding like a fireworks display to dominating and tickling those delightfully gorgeous, and ticklish, young women. Then she’d slipped and fell. What a shame. Hopefully the Countess hadn’t yet devoured both of them.

She shifted her head with no sense of nausea or other disturbance. Excellent, the automated healing machines in her bedroom had done their job. It’d been quite a bad concussion. Fortunately she hadn’t bled much, else who knew what the Countess might’ve done. And now she was fully healed, thanks to the devices she’d set up in her bedroom, her head completely fine and her body itching to get back to some tickling.

Which begged the question: why couldn’t she move? Her limbs weren’t responding to her instructions. No, it wasn’t quite that. She could tense the muscles in her arms and legs, she was certain of that. It was just something was restraining them. Something like silk bonds, wrapped softly but unshakably around her ankles and wrists, connecting them to the posts of her own bed. She was spread-eagled!

“Uh oh,” whispered Annabelle.

“That about covers it,” replied Janey, stepping forwards into the light. Annabelle swallowed. Who the hell was this? Whoever she was she had a vampire cape on covering what was obviously a smoking hot body. With a jolt she realised that this was the third Bounce Chick, which meant...

“We wanted to let you sleep,” added Hailey, joining her friend in the light, “To allow you to recover fully before we asked you some questions.” The brunette one, with her unbelievable looks and stunning breasts, had redressed in her white fur jacket and wide brown hat. She had no idea how important that hat was, the power it gave her! But, more important than that was the fact that she’d escaped the clutches of the Countess. How on Earth had they managed that? And what had they done to the vampire? Killed her?

“They’re fairly simple,” finished Andi, also appearing like a tickling angel of vengeance, “Mostly along the lines of what you were working on when you ‘summoned’ us here.” All three of them had escaped the Countess? Annabelle realised she’d misjudged the trio. She also realised that Andi, her pair, was looking unfeasibly hot in her green panties and little else, her folded wings only seeming to emphasise her delicious cleavage. Annabelle pulled herself back from this act of narcissism, also feeling grateful that she’d thought to dye her blond hair that morning, else the jig might well be up about what was going on. She also realised what was happening, what they wanted, and how they intended to get it.

“I won’t tell you anything,” she spat, failing to impress her captors.

“Oh you’ll tell us lots of things,” laughed Janey, lifting up her leather gloved hands and showing the stiff red feathers attached to the fingers.

“Though a lot of it will be along the lines of ‘Oh stop,’” suggested Hailey. Her fingers she had a clutch of purple feathers she’d plucked out from her hat in each hand. The brunette didn’t know it but they were enchanted feathers. Annabelle did know it and she shuddered at the thought of what they might do to her achingly sensitive skin.

“You can stop it from happening,” offered Andi, the good cop, “Just by telling us what we need to know.” But Annabelle couldn’t do that. If these gorgeous girls actually knew what she and her... associate had done they’d never let her go. Metaphysically altering yourself to be a carbon copy of another sentient being in order to displace that person away from their world so that you could take their place and leave them in the living nightmare that was Faerie... that sort of thing tended to be frowned on.

“Bring it on,” she spat, her voice empowered but every aspect of her cringing body language indicative of her fear.

“Oh that’s just precious!” giggled Hailey, standing next to Annabelle’s left foot.

“She’s trying to be defiant while every aspect of her being is terrified of what’s in store for her!” laughed Janey. Andi frowned at the two of them.

“Now girls,” she said, “There’s no need to... Begin!” It was a shout, a command, and before Annabelle knew what was happening her feet had exploded in ticklish sensation.

“AAAAAAAGHAHAHAAAAAA!” she wailed, “PLEASEHEHE STUOAAAPAAAHAHAHAAAHAA!” It was beyond agony. Unlike the Countess, Annabelle knew that she was sensitive to tickling. But, as ever, quite how sensitive she was, particularly on her feet, had come as quite a shock.

“Oh the poor dear is quite overcome!” observed Hailey, flicking one of her enchanted feathers up and down the sole of Annabelle’s left foot while the other had been inserted between the scientist’s first two toes and was being spun round devilishly.

“And she knows just how much worse it’s going to get,” agreed Janey, using the red feathers she’d found to tickle every aspect of the toes of Annabelle’s right foot.

“If I were her I’d already be desperate for this to stop,” said Andi.

“If you were her you’d already be crying out for it to continue!” giggled Hailey. Andi went tight lipped and bright pink as she pressed her thighs together spontaneously. Hailey had been right on the money there!

“Oh all right,” the blond bombshell accepted, “I’d be loving every second!”

“Just like this little beauty is going to love every hour!” finished Janey, whereupon she lowered her mouth to Annabelle’s foot and began sucking on her big toe.

“NUOHAH!” gasped the green haired scientist, a sensation not unlike pure joy surging through her momentarily. It doubled when Hailey did much the same, while both Chix continued the incredibly ticklish feather tickling that was just so unbearable. But in combination with the toe sucking, it seemed to make the incredible sensations coursing through her body double, treble, hell... increase exponentially!

Annabelle had never been tickled like this before. Hell, being the Countess’ maidservant had left her perilously alone for many years. Yes she had her technology to keep her company, but that was never the same as the real thing. Having these three beautiful Chix overpower her and make love to her feet was completely new to her and, deep inside, she was loving the feeling. She wouldn’t love what happened next.

“Girls, let’s hold on for a moment,” suggested Andi. Reluctantly, but with good grace, Hailey and Janey pulled back from Annabelle’s lovely feet. Both girls had the uncanny sense of how similar to Andi’s those feet were. It was an odd feeling. They’d both spent enough time tickling the blond computer genius’ toes and soles to get the very real concern that Annabelle’s were almost identical. But they didn’t want to mention it for fear that they’d sound like they took an almost unhealthy interest in peoples’ feet!

For her part Annabelle felt horrible. Her body had been leaping, vaulting, rushing to orgasm, her first in years at the hands of another person. It had been a wonderful sensation, despite the ticklish cause. Now it had been taken away, long before she’d reached climax. With a sickening feeling the green haired scientist realised what was happening, knew how she was going to be forced to confess. Andi saw the look on the woman’s face and smiled understandingly.

“We’re going to tickle it out of you,” she said softly, “We’re going to tickle you to the point of orgasm and stop, only to tickle you there again and again and again until you tell us what’s happening, why you brought us here. The second you do tell us we’ll push you right over the edge, but until then...?” She left it hanging, just like Annabelle soon was as the three Chix manoeuvred her so that her arms were bound together up, over her head, and she was resting on her knees, her beautiful body held rigidly in place and every sensitive area available for easy tickling.

“Last chance Annabelle,” whispered Andi, now kneeling in front of the scientist, “For this round.” There was real fear in the girl’s eyes. She spun her head, practically the only part of her with some freedom of movement, to the left and right. Hailey and Janey were at her respective sides, wicked smiles on their gorgeous faces. Only good cop Andi seemed at all perturbed by what she was doing, but Annabelle remembered that sudden ‘Begin!’ earlier and knew there would be no respite from the blond, only the siren call of confession, which could not happen. She gritted her teeth, shut her eyes and shook her head.

“Ok,” said Andi quietly, almost lovingly, “We’ll begin in just a few moments.” A few moments? What on Earth did she mean by...?

“AAAHEEHEHEHEHEEEHEEE!” it meant she was distracting Annabelle so that the green haired beauty was caught off guard by the sudden tickling from Hailey and Janey! The duo ran their fingers up and down the tender sides of the scientist while their other hands slipped their feathers through the sleeves of her stiff, starched outfit and nestled them into her armpits to tickle her there. There was no holding back, no reprieve, no nothing to help her. She was lost in a ticklish nightmare, a heavenly nightmare.

Resting her green feather staff to one side, Andi smiled naughtily and reached out her hands to the scientist’s white clothes. The poppers at the centre all pulled apart with ease, right the way from top to bottom, revealing a medium sized, perfect pair of breasts, with tiny, hard, strawberry coloured nipples straining out from her chest. Down beneath a pair of slim orange panties were already soaked through with perspiration and more.

“Look what we have here, Janey,” giggled Hailey, taking a hold of her half of Annabelle’s clothes.

“She’s going to be oh so vulnerable now,” laughed Janey, taking the other half. The two of them pulled and, with a minimal amount of ripping, Annabelle was left almost completely naked. Only her sodden orange panties protected her modestly.

“Oh no!” she gasped, “Oh no oh no oh no oh no...!”

“Oh yes!” replied Hailey, and brought her feathers onto the bare sides of the captured scientist as Janey did the same. The girl exploded in laughter, her whole body squirming around and shaking with mirth. It was incredibly ticklish but combined with an eroticism she couldn’t withstand. Already her body was trembling on the cusp of orgasm, the ticklish sensations allied to her years alone serving to leave her poised at the edge of the precipice from any female attention. But they’d only throw her off that edge when she confessed.

“Tell us little Annabelle,” whispered Andi, pushing herself forwards and reaching out to pull aside the green haired girls wet panties, “Tell us and I’ll tickle you right where you want it with my feathery staff. Tell us or we’ll stop what we’re doing and force you to calm down, only to do it all over again, pushing you to the very edge then forcing you back. But if you tell us, I guarantee we’ll make it worth your while.” She began flicking the feathery tip of her staff against Annabelle’s upper thighs, causing a visceral grunt of pleasure to surge from the scientist.

“Go on,” whispered Hailey in the woman’s ear, her voice soft and warm like hot honey.

“We’ll only tickle it out of anyway,” added Janey on the other side, her tone a bit more aggressive but no less sexy. As if to emphasise their points, Andi took that moment to drive her feathery staff hard against Annabelle’s upper thighs, causing it to tickle her most special place.

“NUOOHOOHOHOHOHO MUHY GUODAAAHAAAAAAHAAA!” moaned the scientist, her body bucking as her hips tried to force themselves harder against those soft feathers. But Andi was already pulling her staff away as Hailey and Janey did the same with their tickling implements.

“NOOOOOH!” wailed Annabelle, “Don’t stop now! Please tickle me, never stop tickling me!”

“Then tell us,” ordered Andi, “Tell us your plan.” For a moment Annabelle hesitated, but it was only a moment.

“We wanted to escape out of Faerie into your world,” she explained hurriedly, as the three Chix delicately touched her again with their ticklish instruments, enough to remind her what they could do to her but not enough to push her into laughter or orgasm, “With our technology we’d have been able to rule it like queens. But we needed three people to take our place, three people with similar technology.”

“Us,” growled Janey in genuine anger, but she didn’t stop tickling. A promise was a promise after all.

“YEEAAHESS!” gasped Annabelle, as Andi gave her some particularly provocative encouragement for a moment, “We’ve been manipulating our appearance to look like you so that we could take over your identities when we went through. Doing that would give us time to adjust to life on the other side, in your world.”

“And what was going to happen to us?” demanded Hailey, flicking the tip of her feather against one of Annabelle’s throbbing nipples.

“YOU’D BE LEFT HERE!” squealed the girl, “Your technology would’ve been broken by our transition across and you’d have been confined to Faerie forever.” She started to gasp as Andi, Hailey and Janey began tickling her breasts, armpits and pussy again, fulfilling their side of the bargain. But there were still questions.

“Did the Countess know about this?” demanded Janey, fearing the worse. Annabelle, moaning and yelping almost continuously, could only shake her head and explain:

“NYUHOOOH – AS a vamAHpire her techHOLOGY WAS NEHEEHECASSARY for our plAHAAHAAN. We didn’t TEHEHEEELL her whAAHAHAHAAT weHEHEHEEEHE plaHAHAHAHAAANNED.” So the Countess hadn’t been involved, at least directly, meaning her sudden aspiration to be good could still be genuine. But that left one other loose end.

“The Countess was Hailey,” said Janey thoughtfully, “And I’m guessing that you, the wicked scientist genius, are the doppelganger of our sweet little Andi. So who is my evil twin?”

“HUOH GUOD, HUOH GUOD!” gasped Annabelle, “Please just let me cum! You’ve goHOT to let meHEHEHEHEEHEE cum first! I’ll teHELL you I PROHOOOmise, just PLEASE LET ME CUM!” The three Chix looked at each other.

“Well she has been telling us everything thus far,” observed Andi, “I think we can give her a little ticklegasm for good measure.”

“Oh but we can never stop at one,” warned Hailey with a broad, naughty smile.

“Hell, let’s see how many she can take!” giggled Janey. And, with that, the three of them plunged their feathers into Annabelle’s most sensitive areas. Janey’s feathery fingers had a hold of one of the scientist’s nipples while her left hand played up and down their captive’s back. Hailey had Annabelle’s other nipple between her fingers, using her awesome skill, from years of touching her own breasts, to tweak and arouse that throbbing little nubbin to the point of explosion. Her free hand scratched the enchanted feathers in Annabelle’s armpit, a sensitive area on anyone, especially an orgasmically primed evil scientist! And Andi, dear, sweet, innocent yet incredibly naughty Andi, she had her feathery staff playing between Annabelle’s legs.

“HUOOOHHOHHOHOOOO GUOODDDAAAAHAAAA!” wailed the green haired evil scientist. Her nipples were on fire, her armpit was screaming in ticklish agony and the tickling to her back sent paralysing shots of sensation all over her body, making the slight draught in the room play over her skin like a million tickling stimuli. But it was the super soft feathers of Andi’s staff, playing with her pussy and the underside of her ass, which really got to her. Given she was Andi’s pair this was unsurprising.

“IAAAAHAAHAAAAA’M CUHUHHUHUMMEEEHEHEEEHING!” she screamed and, at that moment, the orgasms began.

“There you go sweety,” giggled Andi, twirling her staff all around Annabelle’s thighs.

“MUHOOORE!” shrieked the woman, “PLEEAAAHEHEEESE DUON’T STUOP!”

“That’s it, beg us for more!” laughed Janey, “We know you love this just as much as we do, don’t you baby?”

“How many ticklegasms can this cutie take?” wondered Hailey rhetorically. Andi just continued her thorough examination of Annabelle’s butt and pussy with her now thoroughly moistened staff, all thoughts of the identity of the third conspirator forgotten.

“YEEEAEEHEHEEHEHEHEEAAAAAHAHAhAAHAAHAAAAAHAHAAHHOOHOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHEEEEAAASEEEHEHEEHEE!” It was one long, continuous series of orgasms, each one feeding into the next. Annabelle’s sexuality exploded at that moment. Just a few hours ago she’d been anticipating what it’d be like to rule the real world with her Faerie technology. Now all she wanted was to tickle and be tickled. As her mind and body shattered she fell into delicious unconsciousness, her hoarse throat still producing the occasional giggle or moan as she collapsed.

“Looks like we broke her,” observed Hailey with a smile.

“She’ll be all right,” said Andi, “After all, that’s no worse than what the two of you put me through the other day.” The three of them giggled as they lowered Annabelle onto the bed, released her from her bonds and wrapped her in a furry blanket, the soft material tickling her primed skin and causing her to giggle and groan in her sleep.

“Which reminds me,” said Janey, standing up and walking over to where she’d put Andi’s laptop, “We forgot to ask...” She was interrupted by a voice suddenly appearing all around them. It was slow and seductive and spoke in rhyme.

“Fiery girl with raven hair,
“Who likes her friends to watch and stare.
“Her hidden self now is revealed
“Her naughty secrets can’t be concealed.
“She has the object that I need,
“In order that I might be freed.
“So hasten here, Janey flower,
“And teleport in to my tower!”

And, with that, there was a burst of flame all around Janey! It engulfed her instantly, lifting her up into the air. The heat was so intense that Hailey and Andi couldn’t get close, despite their efforts, though Janey herself seemed in no pain, just a great deal of surprise.

“Err, guys?” she gasped. And with that she was gone, disappearing into nothingness along with the flames, leaving her horrified friends behind in sleeping Annabelle’s room.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Janey appeared in a mass of mild flame in front of a mirror. No, wait a minute. If that was a mirror why did it show her wearing a red witch’s hat? Why did her cape appear red? And why did her shoulder length black gloves also appear red and fingerless? And why was she moving when Janey couldn’t? Janey tried to shift each of her limbs and realised she couldn’t even begin to budge any of them. Yup, she was definitely immobile. And she also felt very naked, unlike the other woman. Only her eyes could move, so she took in the vision before her.

It was herself. Only it wasn’t, quite. The gorgeous woman in front of her had the same short stature as Janey, all of 5”2, the same dark hair, the same high, full breasts, the same trim figure, the same high cheekbones, the same shortish hair, the same piercing blue eyes. But there were differences. On closer inspection the witch’s hair was just very dark brown, her skin was a bit lighter than Janey’s, her body not quite as toned, her face not quite as sharply defined.

She took a step forwards towards Janey, causing her cloak to fall away and reveal an achingly attractive figure beneath covered by just two pieces of black dental floss and three postages stamps, or some exceptionally skimpy lingerie if you were a little more liberal. Yup, she had Janey’s smoking hot body all right, even the cluster of three small moles on the left inner thigh. She was approaching identical to her captive. Janey looked up, into the witch’s eyes.

“So you’re a version of me?” asked Janey, happy to discover her mouth also worked, just like her eyes. She could move precious little else, just breath and talk and see. And feel... She could take an educated guess as to what she’d be feeling soon, but for now the witch seemed happy to talk.

“A Faerie reflection of you, Janey,” replied the witch, “The Ying to your Yang. But suffice it to say, there are differences.”

“And the Countess?” The witch smiled.

“Annabelle and I needed a third and vampires are among the wealthiest beings in Faerie, with access to the most advanced technology, though they’re far too languid to bother to work out how it all works. They need people like Annabelle to do that and Annabelle knew me. We’d been looking for somewhere to set up our plan for quite some time now. The Countess became a patsy to our scheme. She never really bothered to work out what we were doing.”

“So she really has turned over a new leaf?” Janey was pleasantly surprised. The witch snorted derisorily at that.

“I give her three days before she’s back to sucking blood,” she growled, unimpressed at the goodness she saw in Janey’s eyes, “And that’s only because it’ll take her two days to find the next village.” Janey scowled for a moment but realised that her captor was going all James Bond villain on her and seemed happy to discuss the details of her plot. If nothing else it’d be interesting for the Bounce Chick.

“What was the plan exactly?” she asked, keeping her voice calm, even friendly. The witch played along, though she moved alongside Janey, slipping her cloak off as she slipped in close, revealing that unbelievable body. Janey couldn’t help but stare, and wonder whether it was narcissistic to think that her evil twin looked so hot!

“We were going to teleport through using your toe rings,” she said, “With the technology of the mansion and this tower, which Annabelle and I built, as a kind of counterweight to balance the transition.”

“And why us?” demanded Janey, before making her tone more conciliatory, “I mean, why now?” The witch smiled. It didn’t matter to her if her captive was angry or friendly, her evil psyche was thrilled to confess these dark designs, happy in the knowledge that no one could ever stop her!

“Why you is obvious,” she explained, “Your toe rings were the only technological devices powerful enough to use. What you have around your toe is light years ahead of anything, on Earth or in Faerie. As for why it took us so long to get this plan ready to go, I can assure you, even with devices as powerful as the Countess’, building a full blown witch’s tower slash temporal distortion and transferral device takes time, months, even years, of time. It was only completed a week ago and only tested this morning.”

“You didn’t waste any time bringing us over!” Janey observed, slightly caustically. The witch smiled and shrugged.

“You can imagine my surprise when you didn’t join your friends,” she said sweetly, “I was most upset. That’s the only reason I’m showing you any humanity now. Your sudden appearance means I can get through. And, since you’re here, with me, now, I can make the transition.” She finished. A few seconds went by, with Janey feeling increasingly puzzled.

“Well?” she said, after a short while, “Why aren’t you disappearing into the world with my toe ring?” This time the witch’s smile was sinister.

“It doesn’t quite work that way,” she purred, reaching out her gloved fingers towards Janey’s sides, “With just you and me and not Annabelle, the Countess and the Countess’ technology, the only way for me to slip across is with your help.”

“My help?” gasped Janey, “You must be joking!”

“No,” smiled the witch, “I need you to will me across. I need you to want it one hundred percent, with all your soul. Now, however do you think I’ll persuade you to do that?” Janey’s strong, womanly heart sank like a stone. Oh there was a way the witch could do that. The Bounce Chick shifted her eyes around wildly, taking in her surroundings properly for the first time.

Stone bed decorated in Gothic chic with a wonderfully soft mattress? Check. Naked Janey unable to move and with most of her most ticklish spots horrifyingly exposed? You betcha. Unbelievably soft, nay ticklish, fur blanket ‘protecting’ her modesty? Definitely. Staggeringly attractive, albeit in a narcissistic way, young woman intending to tickle the Bounce Chick to a stage just short of insanity? Most certainly yes.

Altogether, between the gorgeous witch, the gothic theme which had always appealed to Janey’s sexuality ever since she’d first used black eyeliner, the soft bed, Janey’s naked, bound body, the almost naked tickler, and the ‘Earth in peril’ theme, there was a whole lot for Janey to get excited about, and despite her fear of what might happen, her body was well on the way to ‘excited’ mode.

Her bare breasts were already goose bumped, with her small, pointed nipples increasingly hard and sensitive. What little movement she had in her feet was spent instinctively trying to hide one behind the other, the soft breeze in the room a ticklish threat to whichever of her soles was exposed. Her heart rate and breathing were increased, her inner thoughts were speeding along at a rate of panic and her most sensitive areas were responding to all this mental stimulation in an excellent simulation of the term flash flood.

“Are you ready Janey?” giggled the witch, well aware of every one of these effects given she felt them herself, though in reverse, as the dominant tickler.

“No!” gasped Janey, her body running away with her reactions, “What are your plans for Earth? What degree are you going to make me do? Am I even going to graduate?” She was babbling, her subconscious focussing on minor matters in an effort to trivialise what was about to happen.

“Here it comes!” the witch was biting her bottom lip, her body responding massively to the thrill of the tickle. She picked up a thick, dusty tome from beside the bed and opened a remembered page.

“A ticklish problem faces me,
“To let me from this cold world flee.
“So raise this girl for all to see,
“Plus golden feathers to tickle Janey!”

As the spell was invoked, Janey instantly rose into the air, her arms still held up above her head by invisible bonds, the fur covering her hips and thighs slipping down slightly to reveal her most ticklish spots. That was just great as, with a terrifying WHOOSH, golden feathers started to materialise around the Bounce Chick, who now had enough freedom of movement to spin her head from side to side and see the dozen or so tickling implements that were flying around her. Oh boy this couldn’t be good.

“Attack!” ordered the witch in a throaty cackle, before adding a little quieter: “But softly at first.” The feathers did as they were told. Moving slowly, even delicately, they surrounded Janey, but held back. The Chick felt her heart hammering in her chest. Everywhere she turned there was a feathery assailant ready to tickle her. But they were approaching sooo slowly, one creeping towards her left hand, another to her right, one each per foot, and any number coming towards her body. Whichever would get to her first? Would it be...?

“NUHEEEK!” It was like a mouse sneezing! A feather had come up underneath Janey and had run itself down her back, flicking against the top of her ass. It’d been only the tiniest touch, but in her keyed up state had caused her to squeak out loud. A second, equally gentle caress, ran down her back, and another, and another, until there were three soft, only slightly ticklish sensations sneaking up and down her back, invisible and only just detectable, but all the more noticeable for both those features.

“Huhhhhaaaah...!” breathed Janey, scarcely realising she was doing it. The witch looked on in undisguised pleasure. She knew what was happening. Her own vulnerability to tickling was well established and had only been enhanced by magically adopting the characteristics of her opposite, real world number. Once, a few months before, she’d used the same spell on herself, though only for half an hour. In time the delicate touches had her babbling like a flock of geese.

“It seems that you like this, Janey!” she observed, taking a finger and delicately running it down Janey’s right hand side, causing the Chick to seize up slightly at the ticklish sensation, “Are those feathers feeling nice?” she asked. Janey scowled at her captor, but soon found her eyes bulging as the other magical feathers began to touch her body.

“Oh God...!” she whispered. The sensation was amazing! A feather on each arm was making a paired, achingly slow journey from her bound wrists, up her forearm and along the inside of her biceps muscle, stopping just short of the explosive nerve centre of her armpit. Simultaneously a soft, brush like feather was painting up and down the inner thigh of her right leg, from the side of the knee up to just shy of her most sensitive areas.

On the left side a pointed, sharpened feather was scratching delicately behind her knee, the closest any of the sensations were to outright ticklishness. Another pair of feathers were thoroughly flicking up and down her calves, one at a time, while the group on her back had expanded and now had what felt like a whole blanket of super soft feathers rubbing all over her sensitive back. God it felt good!

“Yes you do!” cooed the witch, reminding Janey of the peril of her situation, “I’ve practised this spell before and I find it works best if we keep things nice and pleasant at first, really get the ticklee well and truly primed. Of course, when that happens...?” She tailed off and Janey, who was now far beyond well and truly primed to the point of absolutely loving the sensations tingling all over her body, felt her stomach go cold. The witch saw the distress in her captive’s face. She reached out a soft, gentle hand to brush Janey’s cheek.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, almost lovingly, “We’ll soon put a smile on that face.” The thought of that only made Janey grimace more. The witch laughed evilly for a moment before taking a step back.

“My golden tools have feathered her a while,
“But it’s time to make her laugh and smile,
“So give me the control of my feathery style,
“And create for me an intensity dial!”

A dial appeared in midair next to the witch. It was currently set to 1. There were nine other potential stages. Janey could imagine what they might be. She stared at the witch, her eyes begging ‘No!’ as her evil kidnapper, smiling wickedly as she did it, reached out a hand to the magical control and clicked it round to 2. Janey tensed herself, expecting instant ticklish mayhem. But nothing happened. Nothing except the feathers in her arms started to creep higher and higher, while the ones on her feet started sneaking lower and lower...

“Oh no...” she whispered, closing her eyes and trying to think away the sensations she knew to be coming. But there was no way that was going to help.

“Oh yes!” replied the witch, stepping close to Janey again, knowing what was going to happen, “We’re going to see what happens when we stimulate some of your more ticklish regions.” The feathers were now brushing both calves and arms, still in that maddeningly pleasant way. But each downwards swipe seemed to creep a little closer to her feet. Each upwards sweep was sneaking ever further towards her armpits.

“Huoh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!” Janey was babbling, trying to stretch her body away from the feathers, but she was held tight and incapable of escaping them. The feathers on her upper legs and back had stayed the same, still making her feel wonderful rather than giggly, but she had no doubt what they were capable of at higher settings. And, just as she thought that, simultaneously the feathers approaching her armpits and the soles of her feet hit them all simultaneously, for just one second.

“NUAH!” gasped Janey. Oh it tickled! It tickled all the more for the primed nature of her body, all hot and bothered after her interlude with the Countess and now built up to the point of explosion by the witch’s feathers.

“Ok!” she shouted urgently, as the feathers started another journey towards her more sensitive regions, “You win! I’ll think you across.”

“Oh no little Janey,” smiled the witch, “It’ll take more than that. I need you to want me to journey across, not for you only to want the tickling to stop. Besides, we’ve barely started. You should wait and see some of the other settings on my magical contraption!” And with that she turned the dial up two stages to 4.

“NUAAAAH!” squealed Janey. Now all the feathers were tickling, and the ones on her arms and lower legs were located exclusively in her armpits and on the soles of her feet. She shuddered, keeping the laughter inside, but feeling sensations that had previously only been pleasant become that bizarre mixture of loving and loathing that tickling was to Janey, that it was to most people.

“EEEP!” she squeaked again, a particularly pointed scratch behind both knees threatening to break down her defences. Yet still they held. The witch was impressed.

“I’m impressed,” she stated admiringly, “Level 4 had me in stitches. Perhaps I shouldn’t have skipped stage 3.”

“Do... your... worst...” hissed Janey, keeping her mouth in a tight line of violent determination not to laugh. The witch laughed, loving the defiance.

“Oh we’ll wait a little while before we get to my worst,” she confided, “But I am prepared to go for a little DIY involvement.” Janey had no idea what her adversary meant. Like her mouth her eyes were squeezed shut, as if clenching them closed could do the job of fighting down the predominantly tactile sensations threatening to overwhelm her. That was why the first she realised of the witch getting involved in the tickling was when she felt ten strong, supple fingers squeeze both her legs, just above the knee.

“NYUHAAAAAAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAAA!” she squealed, losing all control to the sudden assault, “OOOHOOHOHOHOOGUOOAD NUOHAAAAHAAAAHAA!” Her defences were cracked and were about to be destroyed entirely as she heard the ‘click’ of the witch’s dial being turned up to 5... click – 6... click – 7...!

“AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!” New feathers were tickling her! The ones on her feet and armpits had been joined by siblings that were rushing delicately all over her arms and legs. Her back was now being assaulted by so many different types of ticklish sensation, from sharp scratching to soft brushing via delicate flicking and loving caressing, that they all seemed to merge into one, super ticklish sensation, the alternate feelings feeding back into each other to increase, rather than desensitize her tingling back.

Feathers had appeared around her neck and even her ears, which made her head spontaneously buck and shake in a reflex effort to escape the inescapable. But it was the introduction of feathers to her front that was most devilish. Thus far Janey’s tight, tender tummy and beautiful, bouncy breasts had escaped anything worse than the slightly prickly kiss of the gentle breeze passing through the room. Now they started to be tickled.

Thick, brush like feathers scrubbed up and down her abs. Hard, pointed feathers scratched each and every rib. And a dastardly mixture of hard, soft, pointed, blunt, rough, smooth and every other type of adjective imaginable feathers descended on her lovely chest, with nipples so pointed they seemed to be straining to explode, and tickled them like Janey knew she loved. Hailey’s breasts may have been the most sensitive of the Chicks’, but that didn’t mean she was the only girl who responded to a bit of breast tickling.

“HUOOOHOOHOOOOHAAAAAAHAAAHAAA!” Janey wailed, tears streaming from her eyes, “PLEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEASSSSEE STUOPPPAAAHAHAAAAHAAA!” Did she really mean that? Did she really want this to stop? Her body, turned on by what she read on Andi’s computer, what she’d seen happen to Andi and Hailey, what she’d done to the Countess and to Annabelle, seemed to find the notion of stopping a very undesirable one. In fact, it was just about the only thing she didn’t desire at that moment!

In fact... Click, click, click. Janey’s ears heard the sound and her eyes opened wide in serious shock to see the dial turned to maximum, to 10. It cut through her considerations of just what she wanted at that moment. It even cut through the awesomely ticklish sensations overriding her every nerve, though that was also partly due to all the tickling feathers seeming to take a moment away from her body as if they were collectively sucking in a great breath of air ahead of the grand finale.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” blasphemed Janey as she thought about what was about to happen. She saw the witch, who’d barely moved save to tickle the Bounce Chix once or twice. Her doppelganger was smiling knowingly.

“Here it comes Janey,” she observed, almost sympathetically, “You’ve just got long enough to consider the worst before it happens.” Janey heard this, detected the mocking irony in her captor’s voice, and managed to conjure up a response.

“When I get out of these bonds I’m going toooooOHAAAAHAHAAAHAAHA!”

“What was that Janey?” asked the witch mockingly, “You’re going to do what to me?”

“NUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAAAA!” wailed Janey, barely capable of thinking through the tickly feathery maelstrom that had descended on her.

“You’re going to laugh at me?” giggled the witch, “You’re going to scream as loudly as you’ve ever done in your life? You’re going to continue bucking your hips in a vain effort to get the stimulation you desire until you realise the futility of this action and beg me to let you cum?” The witch’s taunts had somehow penetrated the mixture of tickling and screaming that had taken over Janey’s minds.

With a sense of shock she realised that she really was that turned on. She was being tickled all over and it was arousing her like nothing else could. But nothing was touching her where she craved it most. With a sickening feeling she realised that she was losing her ability to resist her desire. Sooner, rather than later, the witch would trade with Janey – a monstrous orgasm in exchange for their swapping places between Faerie and the real world. There was nothing she could do to hold back her body. And it was about to get worse as the witch reached for her spell book.

“It’s time to tickle this lovely Chick to Heaven.
“So let me turn this wicked dial to eleven!”

A button appeared on the centre of the dial. It was big and red and had the word ‘WARNING’ printed on it around the number ’11’. Janey had no delusions about what that warning entailed as the witch, with an evil cackle, reached out one long, delicate finger and pressed the magic switch to mayhem.

“NUOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” It was instant bedlam. The feathers knew every ticklish spot on Janey’s body and knew just how to tickle them to maximum effect. One cluster was under her left breast, flicking up and down the sensitive underside of the wonderfully full, taut skin there. Another group had their tip right over the throbbing nipple of Janey’s right breast and were teasing it ever so softly, the combination of hard plus teasing to the left and soft plus arousing to the right was both torturous and deeply sensual.

But that was ignoring the hard, scrubbing feathers in each armpit, the horribly soft feather, with a hard, beyond ticklish point digging away in her belly button, the thick, brush like feathers running up and down her tummy, the soft and hard feathers tickling her sides, the numerous spiky feathers running all over her sensitive back, the copious number of variable feathers sneaking under the blanket and tickling all over her legs, including her knees and, with horrible effect, her feet.

The only places not being tickled were Janey’s ass and her pussy, both of which were desperately sensitive. But, despite the instant surrender of her body, Janey’s mind could still think coherently enough to work out what was going on. The witch intended to keep those areas to herself! The feathers working Janey’s body like a million skilled ticklers would soon have her marching to orgasm. Only the witch would wait till Janey was broken, till the Bounce Chick would give anything to have the final stimulation from her captor. And with it, the witch would escape Faerie forever. There was only one desperate chance Janey had to save herself.

“You really are ticklish everywhere, aren’t you my beautiful?” giggled the witch, who was loving the sight of this gorgeous captive laughing hysterically before her, “Lucky me! I get you all to myself! And with these magical feathers we’re going to have so much fun!”

“HUOOOOHOHOHOHOO MUYAAAAHAAAA GUODDAAAAHAHAAAA!” screamed Janey, not needing to fake this part of her performance at all, “TEEEKLE MEEEHEHEEE!” The witch was shocked that her captive was already broken. It had taken Annabelle and the Countess much longer to force orgasms from the other two. She put it down to her greater skill, reflecting an Achilles heel of most master villains: their total arrogance about their abilities, particularly with respect to their peers.

“Ready to spill the beans already, sweet Janey?” she laughed, flexing her fingers and preparing to reach down to the Chick’s most tender areas, “Just wish me to transfer across to Earth instead of you, just say the words aloud and wish them with your heart’s desire and, as I bring you to orgasm, it will happen.”

“YEEEHEHEEEES!” screamed Janey, truth be told not far from absolute submission to this wonderful torture.

“Good girl!” beamed the witch, escape from the unworldly nightmare of Faerie a real possibility, “I’m dialling down the feathers now. Just say the words.” As she said it the horrendous golden feathers slowed their excruciating, and wonderful, assault, just as Janey felt the delightful touch of the witch’s soft, strong hands on her ass and pussy.

“UhhooooooOOOOOOOH!” gasped the Chick. The witch smiled evilly.

“Just say the words and I’ll ‘set you free,’” she promised, scratching the fingers of her left hand down Janey’s ass while her right teased the sensitive edges of Janey’s pussy. Forcing down the unbelievably wonderful sensation for just enough time, Janey prepared to say her piece.

“A ticklish predicament I am in,
“A naughty situation I can’t win.
“Unless the magic pins my captor down,
“And golden feathers tickle under her gowUHOH NOOOHAAHAHAAAAHAAA!”

Foiled, at the last word!

“You horrible little sneak!” squealed the witch, almost caught by the spell which would have left her completely powerless, “I’m going to...” We never heard what she was going to do as, at that moment, another voice started spell casting.

“Pin her down that naughty witch,
“Make her body gasp and twitch.
“Golden feathers, tickle her all night!
“And bring us through to join in and, err? Andi? A little help?”
“And bring us through to make things right!”

The spell was finished, hesitantly, and by two different voices, but it was just enough. The fickle gods of Faerie were appeased, barely, and allowed the magical commands to play out. If those capricious abstract personalities who ruled that odd and unpredictable world hadn’t accepted the spell they would have allowed the witch all the time she needed to produce a better counter-spell. Or not. You never could tell with gods, least of all Faerie gods, and the Bounce Chix weren’t of that world so maybe this was that universe’s way of setting things to right? Either way, in an instant, the situation changed completely.

“WHAAAHAHHAAAAT THE HEEEHEHEEEELL?” squealed the witch as the golden feathers leapt from Janey’s body onto her own. Unlike the Bounce Chick she had no pre-cast spells in place to bind her arms and legs. But, just like any of the Bounce Chix, she was underdressed and extra sensitive to tickling. She didn’t have a chance as the feathers covered every single part of her susceptible body and gave her a tickling that could have lasted forever, in the eternal night of Faerie. Just as the witch began the start of her comeuppance, there was a loud pop and both Hailey and Andi appeared.

“Janey!” they squealed, leaping forwards to their prostrate friend, who was staring around her in absolute bewilderment at what had just happened.

“Wait!” instructed Andi, taking a moment to think before turning to Hailey and ordering her: “Say these words.” She whispered in Hailey’s ear for a moment. The brunette bombshell frowned for a moment but soon recovered.

“To Faerie Gods we pin our hopes and minds,
“To release our friend from these invisible binds!”

Janey regained the freedom of her body. As the witch, her doppelganger, screamed in laughter, Janey was able to stand up and wrap her tender, naked body in the fur blanket that had just about been preserving her modesty earlier. Hailey and Andi were stood before her, having teleported through using the Faerie magic the witch had used earlier to summon Janey. The Bounce Chick couldn’t have been any more delighted to see her friends.

“Hailey! Andi!” She rushed towards them and grabbed them in a strong hug, even as the witch made a particularly lung busting scream.

“Let’s get out of here,” suggested Janey, “And leave her to experience a little slice of ‘heaven.’”

“I’d have thought it was hellish, what she’s going through,” shuddered Andi, trying hard not to get turned on by the sight. Janey smiled naughtily.

“If she’s anything like I think she is,” she said, “She’ll be starting to enjoy it any moment now.” She led the two other Chix out of the room to discuss just what had happened since Janey’s sudden disappearance.

“...And that was when we realised that when Hailey rhymed words it cast them as spells,” Andi concluded, “It works if anyone does it but, for some reason, it’s much more powerful for Hailey.”

“You a closet witch, Brownie?” giggled Janey playfully. Hailey shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she laughed, “I guess reading all those Harry Potter books must’ve triggered something!” The three friends laughed before Janey sought to push them onto more serious matters.

“So the two of you woke up Annabelle and she told you all about the witch and magic and the plan, right?” she summed up.

“After we gave her a little stimulation to jiggle her memory!” giggled Hailey.

“And you used magic to transport across to the witch’s tower and save me,” continued Janey.

“Makes a nice change from the other way round!” Andi was smiling as she said it but was genuinely proud to have been part of a plan to rescue Janey, rather than getting rescued by her. Janey smiled and ruffled her blond friend’s hair affectionately before returning to the matter at hand.

“Which begs the question,” she concluded, “How do we stop these two girls from trying this again?” Hailey pondered this thoughtfully but Andi already had a suggestion.

“I’ve been looking into that,” she said quietly, a serious, almost mean idea in her head that she was unhappy to have thought of but was unsure what else she could do, “And I think I can rig it so that Annabelle and the witch are transported to their equivalent location in the real world.”

“You want to send them across?” Janey was shocked.

“We could make it so that their technology is destroyed in the process,” Andi explained, “They’d have some basic things, like food processing and the like, but they’d never be able to abduct anyone and they’d be confined by the technology to the grounds of the island we’re on. They wouldn’t die or anything, but they’d be trapped in our world, permanently.”

“And you can do this how?” asked Hailey, worried this was going to be a major undertaking. But Andi’s brittle smile told her otherwise.

“I’ve already written the necessary programming into my laptop,” she announced, “All I have to do is hit enter and it’ll bounce us back to our home while shifting Annabelle and the witch across to a parallel dimension between here and the Blue Lake Island in the real world. They’ll be comfortable, but they’ll spend eternity locked in this one place with each other.” All three girls considered this. It was a harsh fate to sentence someone to. But it was for two people who’d tried to do something similar, but much worse, to the three of them. Janey and Hailey both reached the same conclusion almost immediately.

“Do it,” ordered Janey.

“But are you sure it’s acceptable...?” began sweet, moralistic Andi.

“Just do it,” Hailey’s tone was soft but broached no argument, “Before they try and do the same to us.” Andi looked at her two friends, saw their resolve, and was grateful that she didn’t have to make the decision alone. She’d already worked out that her plan had to be put into action, else Annabelle and the witch would try and ensnare the three of them another time. But having Janey and Hailey on board made her conscience feel a little less clouded by the issue. She reached out and pressed ENTER on her laptop.

BOUNCE

Epilogue

Epilogue:

“Well, all’s well that ends well,” suggested Hailey. Andi frowned.

“I just wish I could’ve come up with a better solution,” the little computer genius replied.

“You managed to trap two psychotic Faerie versions of us in a parallel dimension out of which they can never escape,” Janey said with a smile, “Stopping them from bringing about the Apocalypse using our Spadran technology. There wasn’t a lot else you could do.” Certainly not without murder involved and all three Chix were way too moral to so much as consider that.

“Ok,” said Andi, reluctantly and with a growing sense of concern at the fate she’d submitted two human beings to. Janey saw this and shared a look with Hailey. It said: we need to snap her out of this. Hailey agreed. But how to do it? Once again Hailey and Janey shared a look. This one was filled with a lot more intent, sexy, naughty intent!

“Oh Captain Android Andi?” called out First Mate Hearty Hailey, “I think the governor’s daughter Jolly Janey is trying to escape!”

“Oh God!” giggled Janey as she turned and raced up the stairs of their house, closely pursued by her gorgeous lovers, “Please don’t tickle me!” She ran into Hailey’s bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, followed half a second later by Andi and Hailey, who immediately began digging their fingers into Janey’s sensitive sides, causing the sexy, feisty, loving, lovely girl to giggle hysterically and feel her libido surge with all that had gone on to her that day, none of which had involved her final surrender to orgasmic bliss.

But even as the first laughter rang out in the house, as Janey finally, once and for all embraced her sexuality, a group of six girls were on a road trip. They were all young, they were all beautiful, and they were all, even if they didn’t know it, exceptionally ticklish. They were students at Hayden College studying paranormal psychology, specifically the phenomenon of ghosts in modern America and, that day, they were on their way out on assignment.

They were headed out to investigate the famed Blue Lake Island where they hoped to investigate the ruined summer house once run by the college, a summer house supposedly infamous for its ghosts...! Only now, after the Bounce Chix most recent adventure, there was a little more reason to be wary of the mansion, two reasons in fact, two reasons who had recently become addicted to tickling.

While, far away, and some years into the future, a slim figure covered in thick, hooded robes is walking through the thunder, rain and lightening and approaching a dark and forbidding tavern, with thick iron bars on each and every window, including the ones three floors up, and a door thick and heavy enough to stand an insane amount of battering. The figure walks up to the door. A deathly pale arm appears from within the robes. It strikes the door. Seconds later a miniscule, letterbox sized opening appears in the doorway with a pair of frightened, suspicious eyes behind it.

“Who is it?” The voice if young, female and angry, but with a slight tremor that betrays the fear she is feeling.

“I seek a place to stay for ze night,” replies the stranger, “Please invite me in.”

“We’re closed,” snaps the girl, “And the night is almost over. Find someplace else.” The stranger takes a step towards the door, bringing her eyes close to the young woman inside. The girl, believing herself safe, doesn’t pull away. Eye contact is made, a connection established.

“Please unlock ze door and invite me in,” says the stranger.

“Won’t you please come in?” replies the girl, opening the door momentarily.

“Karen, what are you doing!” shouts a different voice from inside, gruff, male and horrified, but it’s already too late, the vampire is inside.

“Oh dear God!” says the man, realising his daughter has been tricked into admitting a monster into their home, once a happy and thriving inn, now the sole point of refuge in a dark and fearful town. The vampire looks around. The room is filled with crouching, terrified people. One of them, a young man, scared but crazy enough to take the vampire on, rushes forwards, a wooden stick in his hand.

The vampire doesn’t even seem to move, but the boy finds himself moved ten yards away, the stake gone. But there is no subsequent rip of teeth into his neck, not even a bruise or wound to thank him for his foolish attack. Instead the stranger is back where she appeared, though her thick, oily, sodden, wet weather clothes have been discarded to reveal a stunningly beautiful young woman, pale of skin, ample of chest, slim of build and gorgeous of visage. She speaks.

“I must feed,” she says, looking around the room. The inn keeper, and mayor of the town, pushes himself forwards.

“Who?” he demands, not even thanking the vampire for not massacring them all already. This slow selection of a victim is almost as bad. But the young being shakes her head.

“You are making ze black pudding for ze special zis morning?” she asks. Confused, the barman nods. The vampire looks relieved.

“Oh thank ze Gods!” she exclaims, “Please say you have not used all ze blood?” This time the landlord shakes his head.

“Perfect!” cries the vampire, “Bring me two litres.” What in all Faerie is this? A vampire demanding just two litres of pig’s blood? What sick game is she playing? But the man plays along, hoping against hope that she’s for real, that all she wants is a weak, practically inedible alternative to true vampire food. Someone is dispatched immediately. Everyone stares at this beautiful, confusing stranger. What is going on? The inn keeper can’t bear the anticipation.

“What’s your game?” he demands. The vampire gazes at him coldly, before suddenly breaking out in a smile.

“You are being hunted by ze verevolves, no?” she asks. Slowly, confusedly, but eventually the man nods. The vampire grimaces.

“Alvays vith ze verevolves,” she grunts, “Zey veally hath no manners. Zey could just knock on ze door and say please, but oh no. Zey hath to hunt things down and zey scream all night long.” Everyone watches this display, mouths open, minds agape. Just what in all Faerie is this queen of the night talking about? Finally she gets to the point.

“I vill get vid of your verevolf problem,” she proclaims, “But I vill vant payment.” Ah. The penny drops. The bill has arrived. The moment of truth is upon them.

“Yes?” asks the mayor/inn keeper/village landlord, a good man who had run a good, happy village for many years until the pack arrived two weeks before. Now it looks like they’ll be supplanting one ruinous hell swarm with another, much more dominating one. But he is wrong.

“Her,” says the vampire, pointing at the girl who let her in.

“No!” gasps the inn keeper, “Not my daughter! You can’t bleed her dry!” Instantly the rest of the people are upon him, holding him back. One daughter for the fate of their village is a small price to pay. The vampire smiles, but it is an affectionate, friendly smile.

“Zere is no need to vorry,” she says, causing all the villagers to stop struggling for a moment and vonder vhat she is talking about, “I do not vant to bleed her, delicious zough she vould be.” The girl herself shivers at that thought, pressing herself against the heavy, and once again locked door. Something about the vampire’s interest in her is creating unbelievably... weird sensations in her innocent, only recently 18 year old body.

“So vhat do you vant to do to her?” asks the inn keeper cautiously. The vampire smiles.

“It is dawn in two hours,” she explains, “I vill retire to a Vest facing voom vith ze heavy shutters and ze curtains. She vill come vith me and I vill do vith her vhat I vill, undisturbed. I can only assure you zat no harm vill befall her in zat time. Zat is all.” The girl’s heart is hammering in her chest. She is a lovely creature, known for miles around as an exceptional beauty who no boy dares approach for fear of upsetting her powerful father, who is fair and even handed in everything except the conduct of young men around his daughters. But he cannot refuse her to this likely saviour, especially given that a vampire’s word is their bond. He knows that no harm will befall his daughter. Of course, there is a certain about of potential misinterpretation of the word ‘harm’!

“I agree,” he says. The vampire smiles happily and turns to the girl.

“Come vith me,” she orders. The girl does so, of her own free will albeit knowing she is doing this to save her town. But she also knows, deep inside, that she is going to experience something dreadful, she just doesn’t know what. The vampire turns back to the group of villagers, none of whom can fathom quite what is going on. But it seems that a vampire, perhaps the most powerful creatures in Faerie, is not only helping them, she is doing so for nothing more than some food and a day’s passion with the most beautiful girl for miles around. Still, it takes all sorts.

“Leave ze blood by ze door,” orders the vampire forcibly, “And no vun is to peek or listen at ze door either, yah?” Every nods their head vigorously. It hardly seems that major a request. Satisfied the vampire turns back to Karen, takes her by the hand, a cool, gentle but firm grasp, and leads her up the stairs away from the shocked, awkward crowd who remain in the tavern till daybreak, when the wolves go to ground, speculating on what is happening above them.

“Vhat are you going to do to me?” asks the girl, so like a well remembered blond beauty the vampire still loves. The Countess smiles.

“I von’t tell you,” she says, “But in ze last few decades I can assure you, I am good at picking ze vuns who like eet!” They enter the room, close the shutters and, before she can think what is happening, the girl finds herself tied to the bed and screaming, in anguish, excitement and joy. Hours, and one foul meal, later it is the Countess’ turn to experience the pleasure of being tickled to orgasmic insanity by yet another beautiful girl.

‘Yup,’ she thinks, as the inn keeper’s daughter eager tongue and strong soft fingers work their wonderful magic, ‘Zis veally is better even zan ze blood!’

THE END

And that's that! I hope you liked it and would welcome any and all comments, though preferably constructive rather than beligerent. And, once again, I assure you that the Bandito not only knows I'm doing this, he's read and (I believe) approved of the work, so please don't berate me for stealing his characters or anything!

Cheerio,

JJ

I am profoundly late with my comments...but real life has been beating the ever-loving shit out of me lately and blowing boogers on my shirt.

JJ...you and I have talked about this piece quite a bit, but I just wanted to pipe up publicly and thank you for the lovely, learned, and much appreciated tribute novel.

The chicks would be flattered. Mortified. But flattered. (They don't really realize that they have a following).

Hee hee.

Seriously, I love the representation of the characters and the way you brought it all together.

And the vampire is just plain CAYOOOTE!

I won't spoil the plot anymore for those that haven't had the pleasure of reading it.

But you guys should totally give this one a read. Long, hot and so worth it.

And JJ, I'll send you an email as soon as life gets a little bit more manageable.

And thanks again,

B

very hot all of it!.

Thanks for reading!

Cheers Dito and Love Feet - taking the time to comment really does make a difference to writing.