Paul Jones
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Shaggy was in an isolated cottage on the Blake property.
After overpowering him, Daphne and Velma had stripped him to his shorts.
Then they had tied his wrists to a beam above his head, his back to a wall.
A strap held his legs in place.
He was afraid that they were going to tickle him, for he had tickled them
both, many times. He gulped in dismay.
Sure enough, Velma asked, “Daphne, has Shaggy ever tickled you?”
“Yes, he has,” Daphne, replied. “Me too,” said Velma.
Then she asked, “You don’t suppose that he’s ticklish himself, do you?
Wouldn’t that be amusing? I’ll bet he is. Let’s find out.”
She deftly drew her nails across Shaggy’s stomach, making him laugh loudly
and squirm vigorously. Then she said to Daphne, “What a lovely commotion
he makes!”
“Well, Shaggy, we see you’re very ticklish. We hoped you were.
But we had no idea you were this ticklish!” she teased.
Then she added, “Welcome to our tickle chamber.”
Shaggy tingled with excitement at her words.
“Maybe next time we’ll lock you in stocks, and then tickle your feet.
But for today, your tempting upper body will do just fine.”
“I’ll bet that we can make him come in his shorts,” Daphne remarked.
“Oh, don’t. That stuff is like glue,” Shaggy pleaded. “Don’t we know it!”
Velma laughed.
They took positions on either side of him, and started tickling his ribs
vigorously. Shaggy roared with laughter, and struggled vainly against his
bonds.
Next, he squealed as they skillfully tickled his armpits and breasts.
“Why, Shaggy, your breasts seem to be as ticklish as our own,”
Daphne taunted. The remark excited Shaggy, and slightly embarrassed him.
The bulge in his shorts did not go unobserved.
He giggled with embarrassment as they adroitly tickled his inner thighs.
“You enjoy that, don’t you, you rascal?” Daphne observed, a sparkle in her
eyes.
“We’ll teach you to tickle girls! Are you sorry now for tickling us?”
“No,” he answered with simple frankness. Their eyes narrowed,
making him fidget.
Then they resumed tickling his stomach. Shaggy shrieked with laughter,
and vigorously struggled against his bonds.
“What a ticklish tummy he has!” Velma exclaimed. “Do you like our
fingernails, Shaggy?” she teased. “Oh, they’re wicked!” he wailed.
They laughed merrily as they tickle-tortured the young man.
“Look at the cute worm squirm! And listen to him howl!” Velma teased.
Daphne smiled in agreement, but Shaggy blushed at hearing himself described
as cute.
He shrieked in ticklish agony as the sensations exploded in his brain.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever
before in his young life.
They finally reached the point where merely wiggling their fingers made him
squirm and giggle. Then they stopped to let him rest.
He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while they stood above him,
smiling impishly. His eyes flitted pleadingly between them.
“Isn’t it delicious fun turning Shaggy into a blubbering, quivering, lump of silly
putty?” Velma asked. “We must do it again. Soon!” Daphne agreed heartily.
Then they began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling
was far more vigorous than anything that had gone before.
Their nimble fingers mercilessly worked over his now-familiar sensitive spots.
He shook the room with the vibrations of his howling laughter.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, he climaxed in his shorts (copiously),
just as they had wanted. The girls smiled in amusement, but Shaggy
was dreadfully humiliated.
The orgasm seemed to enhance his already heightened ticklishness.
Soon he cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so exquisitely intense
that he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he had been released. He lay on a plush sofa, and slowly
recovered as the girls sat by quietly.
Finally, he spoke. They beamed with pleasure when he asked,
“When can we do this again?”
PAUL JONES
After overpowering him, Daphne and Velma had stripped him to his shorts.
Then they had tied his wrists to a beam above his head, his back to a wall.
A strap held his legs in place.
He was afraid that they were going to tickle him, for he had tickled them
both, many times. He gulped in dismay.
Sure enough, Velma asked, “Daphne, has Shaggy ever tickled you?”
“Yes, he has,” Daphne, replied. “Me too,” said Velma.
Then she asked, “You don’t suppose that he’s ticklish himself, do you?
Wouldn’t that be amusing? I’ll bet he is. Let’s find out.”
She deftly drew her nails across Shaggy’s stomach, making him laugh loudly
and squirm vigorously. Then she said to Daphne, “What a lovely commotion
he makes!”
“Well, Shaggy, we see you’re very ticklish. We hoped you were.
But we had no idea you were this ticklish!” she teased.
Then she added, “Welcome to our tickle chamber.”
Shaggy tingled with excitement at her words.
“Maybe next time we’ll lock you in stocks, and then tickle your feet.
But for today, your tempting upper body will do just fine.”
“I’ll bet that we can make him come in his shorts,” Daphne remarked.
“Oh, don’t. That stuff is like glue,” Shaggy pleaded. “Don’t we know it!”
Velma laughed.
They took positions on either side of him, and started tickling his ribs
vigorously. Shaggy roared with laughter, and struggled vainly against his
bonds.
Next, he squealed as they skillfully tickled his armpits and breasts.
“Why, Shaggy, your breasts seem to be as ticklish as our own,”
Daphne taunted. The remark excited Shaggy, and slightly embarrassed him.
The bulge in his shorts did not go unobserved.
He giggled with embarrassment as they adroitly tickled his inner thighs.
“You enjoy that, don’t you, you rascal?” Daphne observed, a sparkle in her
eyes.
“We’ll teach you to tickle girls! Are you sorry now for tickling us?”
“No,” he answered with simple frankness. Their eyes narrowed,
making him fidget.
Then they resumed tickling his stomach. Shaggy shrieked with laughter,
and vigorously struggled against his bonds.
“What a ticklish tummy he has!” Velma exclaimed. “Do you like our
fingernails, Shaggy?” she teased. “Oh, they’re wicked!” he wailed.
They laughed merrily as they tickle-tortured the young man.
“Look at the cute worm squirm! And listen to him howl!” Velma teased.
Daphne smiled in agreement, but Shaggy blushed at hearing himself described
as cute.
He shrieked in ticklish agony as the sensations exploded in his brain.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever
before in his young life.
They finally reached the point where merely wiggling their fingers made him
squirm and giggle. Then they stopped to let him rest.
He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while they stood above him,
smiling impishly. His eyes flitted pleadingly between them.
“Isn’t it delicious fun turning Shaggy into a blubbering, quivering, lump of silly
putty?” Velma asked. “We must do it again. Soon!” Daphne agreed heartily.
Then they began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling
was far more vigorous than anything that had gone before.
Their nimble fingers mercilessly worked over his now-familiar sensitive spots.
He shook the room with the vibrations of his howling laughter.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, he climaxed in his shorts (copiously),
just as they had wanted. The girls smiled in amusement, but Shaggy
was dreadfully humiliated.
The orgasm seemed to enhance his already heightened ticklishness.
Soon he cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so exquisitely intense
that he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he had been released. He lay on a plush sofa, and slowly
recovered as the girls sat by quietly.
Finally, he spoke. They beamed with pleasure when he asked,
“When can we do this again?”
PAUL JONES
The accompanying picture was developed from F/M Mindy and Daphne Let Him Have It
by F/M Tickle Artist “Laugh” over at Tickle Theater. (A terrific picture!)
See the original at: http://www.tickletheater.com/ showthread.php?t=63960&highlight=mindy
(Close up the space.)
And check out his other threads at TT in the Tickling Art forum.
by F/M Tickle Artist “Laugh” over at Tickle Theater. (A terrific picture!)
See the original at: http://www.tickletheater.com/ showthread.php?t=63960&highlight=mindy
(Close up the space.)
And check out his other threads at TT in the Tickling Art forum.
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