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Jigna's Turn: Serial Tickler episode (fiction, m-f)

Grolsch

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Howdy. This is another installment of my serial tickler series. As always I welcome any positive feedback or constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy.

By now, the rash of ticking episodes had gained attention in the town. The newspaper called Mike (whose name was unknown) "The Serial Tickler". With names withheld to protect the ticklish victims, stories detailed how two college students (Jenna and Jamie), an escort (Michelle) and a local woman (Valerie) had all been sadistically tickled. Each time the woman had been tickled but not otherwise assaulted. It was a difficult warning for the police to broadcast, but they warned the local population to "be careful if you're ticklish" and "be on the lookout for any tickling".

Profiling was useless. The "tickle victims" had been as young as 19 and as old as 42. They'd been white and black. Tall and short, athletic and non-athletic, busty and lean. The only common thread was that each woman was dreadfully ticklish. The bottom line is that somehow, The Serial Tickler had known where each woman was most ticklish and exploited it. And, somehow, nobody had been able to describe their tormenter.

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Jigna Arla dangled from the climbing wall. Her rope and harness was entangled with her white tank-top and was now hoisted above her lean, brown belly. This was an unusually delicate position for the short female college student from Miami. Generally, one would look at her and figure she had it all.

Her family was from southern India, but she'd grown up in a wealthy suburb of Miami. At age 20, she was smart, friendly, well-liked and pretty. Very pretty. Model-caliber pretty. In fact, she had appeared on the cover of a bicycle sports catalogue but she was short at 5'2" and very academically-oriented so she didn't pursue modeling as a career.

Skinny arms, thin but attractive legs, long for her height. Her face commanded attention. Of course she had dark skin, like a well-tanned person, but her mother was from England and she had many causcasion features as well. Her lips were full, her hair shoulder-length, dark and straight. In general, she had a bright, expressive face. She resembled the actress Jessica Alba in the face, but if anything had a shorter, slimmer version of a Raquel Welch body. A body now framed in a tight white tank top raised just beneath her breasts and lycra cycling shorts

Her body. She was a small person. Her rear end was lean and shapely, about 32" hips. Her waist was extremely narrow at 22". Her bustline measured 32", but her breasts were remarkably large for a small Indian-English girl. She wore a double d bra.

When Mike first saw her, they were in a college chemistry course together. He believed her to be "out of his league" as a romantic prospect, but that didn't apply now. By 10:30 pm, they were the only people in the climbing gym aside from the 1 male staff member.

Her shirt had caught in a rope, hiking it over her belly. Mike couldn't resist as he walked by. He was "The Serial Tickler", by now mentioned several times in the local media. Mike had a 6th sense about ticklish people; he had an uncanny knack for knowing where a person was ticklish just by their physical appearance. Mike just believed that Jigna had to be terribly ticklish on that exposed belly.

Jigna dangled. Then she shrieked.

Mike reached his hand to her small, tight belly and wiggled his fingers against her dark skin. Much to his delight, she yelped.

"EEEE!"

"Oh, Jigna, I'm sorry. Are you ticklish?"

"No I'm not! NO! EEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!" Her high-pitched laugh was almost as delightful as the wide smile plastered across her beautiful, expressive face. Her laughter in response to Mike's probing fingers betrayed her lie.

"Don't what, Jigna?"

Jigna twisted on her rope as best she could, but Mike and his tickling hands followed her.

"YYAAAH! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEEE! I'M TICKLISH! I'M TICKLISH! HEE HEEEEEEE AAAHH!"

'I'm ticklish'. Words that did wonders for Mike.

Mike tickled her belly. Jigna whirled on the rope. Her head fell backwards. As she shook and twisted, her generously-sized breasts bounced up and down. The muscles in her abdomen flexed and contorted.

"Where else are you ticklish, Jigna?" Mike teased. Unlike some of his past tickle attacks, he was really in a fun-spirited mood this time. Jigna didn't seem to be panicked either, though she was helpless and obviously very ticklish, at least on her belly.

"Nowhere, Mike! I'm not ticklish anywhere else! Let me down!" She said this in an almost sing-song way, with her blended English accent prevalent.

"Oh, let's see then. Cootchie cooo!" Mike put his hands into Jigna's exposed armpits.

"OH HO NO! I'M NOT TICKLISH! HEEHEEEHEEEHEE! AAAH! STOP! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!"

"You seem ticklish to me!" Mike said. Jigna still seemed to take it well.

She jerked up and down on the rope. Jigna desperately tried to close her arms, but she only succeeded in clamping Mike's hands to her super-sensitive pits and squeezing them against her cannonball-like breasts.

"Cootchie coo Jigna! Tickle tickle tickle!" Mike taunted. He kept rubbing her pits but also sent his hands across her ribs. Jigna was ticklish there too.

"EEEEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! NO NO NO! HEE HEE OH GOD! AAAAH! MY RIBS! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! AAAHHH! HELP!"

"Admit it Jigna! You're ticklish!"

"Obviously, jackass!" She still didn't seem that mad although she was getting the crap tickled out of her.

"Where's your most ticklish spot?"

"I'll tell you for one hundred dollars", she taunted back in her British voice. She was a sweaty, helpless, exotically beautiful, busty ticklish mess. But she retained her spirit!

Mike started to squeeze her narrow sides. Jigna just about had a stroke. Her sides were terribly ticklish, and it was one of the few places she truly feared being tickled. She didn't laugh, she could only scream.

"EEE! EEEE! EEEE! AAAAHHH! NO! GOD! EEEE! SHIT! STO-HEEE! STOP! EEEE!"

Jigna tried to whirl away, but her climbing harness held her in place. She could only spin on the rope. She shook as best she could. Her hips wiggled and her breasts jiggled as she dangled above the ground. It was one of the sexier things Mike had ever seen. If a stripper could do that as well as Jigna, she'd make a million

"Oh, Jigna's ticklish! Jigna's ticklish! Cootchie coo Jigna!"

Mike attacked her entire torso. He squeezed her sides, tickled her pits, rubbed her ribs and poked her belly. She started to convulse on the ropes and jerk wildly. Her sweat flew from her and landed on him. For Mike, this was a good as having sex…and with a beautiful woman.

Jigna started to lose her good mood. That didn't stop Mike at all. She yelled in her accented, high voice.

"Stop it! Stop tickling me! Don't tickle me anymore!"

"Hey John, give me a hand!"

John was the staffer, and obviously he admired Jigna's beauty. He couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Mike had a tickling cohort for the first time.

Despite Jigna's protests, off came her climbing shoes.

"No! Come on guys! Please! Not my feet. Please don't tickle my feet. I'm not kidding…"

She became more desperate as the situation became more real.

"NO! DON’T! I'M SERIOUS! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! DON'T TOUCH MY FEET! NO! NO!"!

John held her legs in place, Mike tickled her feet. She had particularly lovely feet, Mike thought. Lean but not bony, brown on top but whiter soles that were pleasantly wrinkled and nice toes. They practically screamed 'tickle me'. And they were ticklish, terribly so. Jigna's feet was her most closely-guarded secret. Mike's fingers whisked across her soles.

Jigna dreaded having her feet tickled. It was a supreme torture to her. Even the tops of her feet were ticklish. When she was a little kid, her older sisters tickled her feet constantly. It made her laugh so hard she thought she might die.

"EEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! NO! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! AAAAH!"

Jigna rocked backwards and kicked as best she could. John held her legs in place, though, so all that happened was her body moved backwards. Her back arched, showing her tight, tiny belly and jutting her tremendously well-sized and well-shaped breasts into the air. Her white tank top actually slid over her bosom. She cackled uncontrollably while Mike tickled her hypersensitive feet. Her voice started to crack and her laughter became spasmodic. It was obviously agonizing to her. She kicked and struggled. Any joy that had existed on her face was replaced with terror.

"EEE HEE HEE! EEE HEE HEE! EEE HEE HEE! EEE HEE HEE! NO! NO! NO! EEEEE!"

Her hair flew madly. Her belly convulsed. Her breasts bounced and shook like volleyballs. They jiggled with such fury Mike thought she might blow out her bra. Some of the light brown flesh rippled out of her sports bra. Her laughter turned to screams and her smiles turned to tears. Mike knew he couldn't keep this up. Not in public.

They let her go and helped her down. As she reassembled her normal shoes and clothes, she yelled and cursed them.

"Damn it! Screw you both. I told you not to tickle my feet! I hate that more than anything! I can take it anywhere else but not there!"

John apologized and left. Mike escorted Jigna out and into the parking lot. He wasn't done yet. He wanted those feet again.

"Jigna, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to torture you! But, I mean, you're so pretty, and you were just floating there, and you've got a killer body…"

"Well, thanks Mike. But you really shouldn't ever tickle anybody's feet!" Her accent enchanted Mike.

But, tell me if you don't mind, you said you could take it everywhere else…?"

She'd calmed down considerably.

"Well, not exactly. I mean, I'm really ticklish, but I can take a joke. It's just my feet are sooo ticklish. My sisters used to tickle my feet all the time. I actually once passed out from it. My mom would punish me if I didn't get an 'A' on a test by tickling my feet. I could die from it!"

Mike looked at her. Full lips, dark hair, booming bust, nice hips, tiny waist…he couldn't help himself. His hands shot into her sides.

Jigna screamed and fell down between two cars. They were alone in the parking lot. Mike didn't plan what happened next. It was like some instinct took over. Before he knew it, he sat on her legs, had her shoes off and was scraping her delicate soles.

Jigna laughed and shook. Her body twisted madly. Her stomach started to ache. Her breasts trembled. She would try to sit up to fight Mike, but she was so weakened by laughter she couldn't do it.

He tickled her feet and tickled her feet for minutes. For Mike, it was an undeniable pleasure and for the first time he had an orgasm in response to tickling a woman. But to Jigna it was an unbearable torture. He kept waiting to see Jigna lose control of her bladder.

She never wet her pants, though, so Mike didn't really have a full appreciation for her suffering. Mike didn't know exactly how ticklish her feet were. He didn't know that Jigna, despite her exercise and all her other perfections, had a weak heart. When she finally stopped responding, Mike just assumed she'd passed out, like Jamie had. But Jigna didn't wake up.

Mike panicked like never before. He was The Serial Tickler, not Ted Bundy. Knowing full well that her resuscitation might have awful consequences, he started CPR. After 15 seconds or so, which seemed like years to Mike, she came back to life.

Mike said nothing. He didn't know what to say or do. He looked at her body. A body that automatically inspired lust. He looked at her face. A beautiful face that was just starting to regain its color. Then she spoke.

As shocked as he was regarding what just happened, nothing could have ever prepared him for what Jigna said to him. Her first words since returning to him.

"That was wonderful…the best orgasm I've ever had. I think I know who you are and what your 'hobby' is. I want in".

Next: Mike and Jigna's first victim
 
Grolsch you are a genius. Do you think you could repost your earleier chapters if u have time thanx. :)
 
Thanks for the compliment. Yes, I'm happy to repost them. It might take a day or two as they're saved in different places, but I'll take care of it.

Glad you like the stories,

Grolsch
 
Yes

You are a talented writer...keep up the great work!
 
These keep getting better and better. Wetting my lips anxiously awaiting the next installment :blaugh:
 
Thanx

Hi Grolsch,

Great story Grolsch.. Keep up the good work :D

BTW.. did you know that Grolsch is a very famous beer in Holland.
 
Fine story! Looking forward to the sequel with Jigna joining in as a tickler. :D
 
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