Sirens (my ticklish version) (new story, F/F, 18+ only)

Not long ago, I watched the movie ”Sirens” on TV, and it fascinated me instantly. So many direct and subtle hints at tickling, and three brief real tickling scenes! The Muse of Literature appeared beside me unexpectedly, and she kissed me, inspiring me to write my own ticklish version of the movie.

Many dialogues and scenes are taken directly from the original movie. I just changed the names and adapted the scenes for the pleasure of all lovers of erotic tickling. Enjoy!

Sirens (my version)

Somewhere in Australia, in the spring of 1923. Vicar Malcolm Adams tried to read a few pages from the Holy Book while the train car shuddered and bumped its way along the iron path through the wonderful wilderness of New South Wales. Unlike usually, he felt it very hard to concentrate on his spiritual lecture. His mind kept wandering to the enormously difficult task the Bishop had burdened him with: He was to convince the infamous painter Norman Lindsay to withdraw one of his most blasphemous pictures from a planned exhibition. The artist had possessed the temerity to paint a nude woman tied to a cross, her head adorned with a crown of thorns like Jesus, an unheard-of sacrilege which upset not only the clerical circles.

Lindsay was said to live in a sprawling house in the middle of nowhere, together with his wife and three concubines who acted as his models and Muses at the same time. Rumors told the story of endless lascivious, sinful orgies, and the painter was a known atheist. It would be almost impossible for a young clergyman to influence him, yet this was what the Bishop expected him, Vicar Adams, to do.

Lost in thoughts, his eyes wandered over to his lovely wife Stella, who occupied the seat opposite to him. She seemed to have dozed off from the monotonous clack-clack of the rails. Her sleep face was so peaceful and pretty in her childlike innocence, and her body so beautiful, dressed in light but modest summer clothes. He hoped that the sinful, blasphemous atmosphere at the painter’s home wouldn’t upset her too much. Automatically his mind began to imagine how she would react if they witnessed one of the orgies. But certainly the painter possessed enough common sense to behave properly when a clergyman was present. Or would he…?

Day 1

In late afternoon, the Vicar and his wife arrived at Lindsay’s home, which turned out to be a large colonial mansion with several farm buildings around. Lindsay greeted them a bit frostily, but the painter’s wife made them feel at home. They were shown to the guest lodgings in an adjacent building. The long journey had left them dusty and rumpled, so they freshened up a bit before dinner.

The expected concubines weren’t around when the couple had arrived, but they sat at the dinner table. Lindsay introduced them: “These are my models, Prish the Invincible, Julia the Lewd, and the youngest is Glenna the Vulnerable. You’ll soon find out what earned them their labels… But they aren’t merely pretty things who stand still for hours while I paint them; no, they are an inexhaustible source of inspiration for my artwork as well.” All were dressed in rather gaudy, gypsy-style clothes, and their manner seemed quite appalling to the Vicar and his wife. Especially Julia kept them shocked with her utterly vulgar statements about sexuality, and her blatant admiration of sensual pleasures. Prish crossed philosophical swords with the Vicar in a heated debate about religion and the church, her views openly socialistic and hostile towards the contemporary establishment. Only Glenna remained a bit shy and taciturn, although she had a strange gleam in her eyes whenever she watched the Vicar or his wife.

The after-dinner conversation turned to the subject of Lindsay’s artwork. Some would call it “Erotic Painting”, but to Vicar Adams they were nothing but rather obscene pornography, some of them highly blasphemous. Lindsay countered that he shared his style with many famous painters like Rubens, and his scenes were solely based on ancient Greek and Roman myths.

Julia interrupted with one of her usual saucy comments: “Obviously our dear Vicar doesn’t understand the difference between sexuality and sensuality, does he? But we aren’t sex objects for Norman, we are his objets d’art. Although it makes me feel quite sexual sometimes, when I watch the artist’s brush painting my sexy nude body on the canvas. It almost feels as if the bristles touched my own, sensitive skin…” Grinning broadly, Prish added: “…and how the bristles make you giggle and squirm! You like that ticklish feeling, don’t you, Julia?” Glenna blushed and giggled nervously. Julia noticed it and remarked: “Oh, but I’m not half as ticklish as poor Glenna-darling. Hey Prish, we should use HER as a canvas sometime real soon!” Glenna shook her head in shock. Nobody noticed Stella’s curious glances though…

Lindsay broke the spell and said: “Why don’t you come out at midnight and see my angelic nymphs in full moon, then you’ll see what I mean by ‘antique themes’. Oh don’t worry, they will be adequately costumed, not nude,” he added as he saw the Vicar’s shocked face.

Vicar Adams and Lindsay continued their vivacious discussions, while the women retired. Shortly before midnight, Adams came to his room where Stella was reading in bed. She donned a dressing-gown, and they went outside for the ‘show’.

They held their breath at the scenery in the garden: Surrounded by antique sculptures of nymphs and goddesses, some of them spewing water into small fountains, three angelic creatures dressed in white swayed back and forth on three swings. The costumes were made of sheer, almost translucent silk, and the angels’ swinging bare feet enhanced the impression of supernatural beauty. Flower wreaths adorned the nymphs’ long hair which was flowing freely with their motions. The silver moonlight poured an eerie, almost surreal shine over the mystical scene, transporting the beholders to the myths of Arcadia.

The serenity of this setting produced a smile even on the ever-so-stern Vicar’s face, and Stella seemed to have fallen into a half-trance, dreaming with open eyes. She wanted to stay a little longer when Adams and Lindsay proposed to go back, and the painter smirked: “But beware, these nymphs can be quite nasty, too!” Then he took the Vicar’s arm and led him into the house, leaving the transfixed Stella alone.

The girls didn’t notice Stella who was standing in the shadow of a bush, and once they felt unobserved, they transformed to their real self: Prish remarked saucily on Julia’s comments during dinner, but the tall beauty just laughed: “I just wanted to shock the hoity-toity Vicar and his rather mousy wife. It worked on the man, but did you notice the look on the woman’s face? Precious! I bet that a lot of unsatisfied lust is lurking behind that demure surface!” Prish grinned: “We should tickle those evil lusts out of her, don’t you think so? Just as we will tickle yours out right now!” She jumped off her swing and got hold of the screaming girl’s bare feet, tickling them with the free hand. Glenna couldn’t help giggling as she watched Julia getting tormented the same way that she had suffered from so frequently before. “Help me, Glenna!” Julia cried out in her desperate laughter, but the sweet blond youngster replied: “I think I’d rather help Prish to pay back for your incessant picking on me!” She, too, jumped off her swing and got behind Julia, her fingers sneaking out to grab the ribs and tummy through the flimsy silk. Soon the squirming and guffawing caused Julia to fall off the swing, halfway over Prish and Glenna, and immediately a wild, unrestrained threesome tickle fight was under way.

Stella in the shadows had blushed deeply when they had talked about her innermost feelings, but as the tickling went on, she watched in utter fascination. A strange, previously unknown warmth spread within her lower tummy, her soles began to tingle as if ants were crawling in her shoes as she watched the foot tickling, and she almost felt Glenna’s fingers on her own ribs. Never before had she noticed that tickling had such an effect on her, but that scenery seemed to have opened a door, unlocking shocking desires.

That night, she dreamt about the moonlit nymphs, then suddenly they sprouted horns and became devious demons, tickle-torturing her helpless body incessantly. The demons wore the faces of lovely Julia, of the sadistic Prish, and the oh-so-sweet Glenna. And the longer the dream continued, the more she loved it…

Day 2

Stella awoke curiously refreshed, but still somewhat dizzy. To her utter horror, she found her right hand inside her own panty, and it was still a bit moist. She felt guilty, like some cheap slut. During breakfast, she avoided her husband’s eyes. She drank just a cup of tea, ate nothing, and went for a morning swim to clear her head.

Julia and Prish were already splashing around in the nearby lake, completely nude! Glenna just joined them, but at least she was dressed in one of the now fashionable swimsuits, similar to the one which Stella wore under her bathrobe. The three girls giggled and horsed around in the water in a silly mood. Suddenly a young, muscular man approached the lake: Billy, Lindsay’s stable-man. Stella remembered the painter mentioning that he was almost blind, as a result of a boxing match.

Unabashed, Julia and Prish tempted him into the water to have fun with them, but Glenna protested vehemently. But Billy just shook his head, washed his face and upper body, and went away again. Prish just shrugged and said: “He wouldn’t even notice our nudity, he can’t see us anyway!” Glenna shouted on: “You’re both so vulgar and shameless, how could you try to seduce him!” Julia grinned: “Admit it, Glenna-darling, you’ve got a crush on him. Would you like him to lick your bellybutton? Or even a bit lower?”

Quite shocked, Stella put her bathrobe back on and went back to the house. She could hear Prish say: “Where does she go?” The youngster replied: “Now you’ve scared her away. She must think we’re - aheee!” Against her will, Stella whirled around to see Prish and Julia attack Glenna with their fingers, tickling her neck and tummy, the girl screaming and trying futilely to protect herself. Hurriedly, Stella rushed back to the house as she felt her strange emotions return.

After lunch, the Vicar and Stella joined Lindsay on the terrace. The men renewed their endless discussion, this time over Atlantis, while Stella read a book. The three girls lay on a blanket nearby, on the lawn. They chatted inconsequentially for a while, but then Julia got the strange gleam in her eyes again. Suddenly she said: “Now Prish, look what’s going to happen to Glenna’s skin in a moment…” Glenna frowned and retorted: “Don’t you dare, Julia! You must not do that!”

Julia just smirked and continued: “One of these days, we’ll tie you down, and we’ll tickle you. We’ll tickle you everywhere, over and over and over!” - “No you won’t!” - “See? She’s getting goosebumps on her legs at the mere thought already! And do you know who else will tickle you?” - “You really must be quiet now!” protested Glenna, blushing deeply and playing with her long golden braids. But Julia talked on, unperturbed: “HE will tickle you off as well!”, nodding her head in Billy’s direction. - “Not true!” - “He’ll tickle you - there”, poking Glenna’s waist with a pencil. Glenna squealed hysterically. “And if she gets tickled long enough, she’ll squirt her inside out, in all directions…”

All the while, the painter and his guests listened to this lewd talk, Stella trying to hide her eyes beneath her wide-brimmed hat, and drumming nervously on her book with her fingers. Lindsay and the Vicar just smiled.

Prish took over the conversation: “And when men watch this kind of tickling, they can stay hard for the whole night. There are islands in the Pacific where the women gang together and tie their men up, then they hold down one girl and tickle her till she squirts. Their men get so hard that the women can hang heavy pearl chains and clothes on their erections!” Glenna giggled in embarrassment and asked incredulously: “But doesn’t that hurt?” - “Oh yes, excruciatingly…” Julia had one of her obscene comments ready again. “Judging from the horny girl’s look, you could hang something from her swollen pubic mound right now!” Glenna turned around in disgust: “No! My Venus hill is still virginal and pure, unlike yours!”

Later in the evening, well after dinner, Stella went outside to get some fresh air before going to bed, Aimlessly, she strolled around the house when she suddenly heard strange noises from the rather run-down hay barn. As she came nearer, she could hear the three girls giggle and chat merrily. Quite curious, she peeked through one of the broken windows.

Inside, the nymphs were playing a game of cards. Julia and Prish were bare-breasted, but they still had their wide gypsy skirts and their shoes on. Glenna only wore her corset and panties, along with her shoes. This game must have funny rules, mused Stella. Just then Julia lay down her last card, and her cheers left no doubt that she had won that round. “Oh goody-good”, Glenna commented happily, clapping her hands in excitement. “Now Prish lost a piece of her garment, and Julia will take it off! What should she remove, Prish?” The loser replied: “Take my panties off, they’re pinching me anyway.” Julia grinned broadly and started to finger her way under Prish’s skirt, making sure that her thighs got some good tickles on the way. Prish bit her lower lip and tried to withhold the guffaws that welled up inside her, but she only giggled a bit. Her strength vanished immediately when Julia’s fingers tickled the hip area, trying to find the waistband. “Watch out, I’m so ticklish there,” Prish uttered amidst her loud laughter and squirming. “Oh, just hold still, the sooner it’s over,” smirked Julia. Glenna giggled, too, at Prish’s shattering resistance.

This went on for a few minutes until Julia finally held up Prish’s precious panties, quite triumphantly. “And now: the next round”, she smiled.” I wonder what our pristine princess will chose when it’s her turn again: Would she rather cover her nipples and her modesty, still concealed by corset and underpants, or will she dare to lose protection of her incredibly ticklish feet?” - “Oh shut up and deal the deck, will you?” Glenna retorted, but with an embarrassed smile. “I should never have consented to that silly, smutty game!”

The game went on, and this time Glenna won, whereas lovely Julia lost. “Okay, my panties have gone earlier, so you may remove my shoes now,” the loser said with a pout. “But remember: Everything you do to me will be paid back in spades!” Glenna shivered, but then she started to unbuckle Julia’s clunky shoes. “You’d do so anyway, whatever I’ll do to you,” she shrugged.

When both shoes were gone, Glenna placed Julia’s bare feet securely in her lap, holding them down with a tight nelson around the ankles. Then all five fingers of her free hand started to crawl over the high arches, and Julia screamed out in tormented laughter. She tried to struggle away from the nimble fingertips, but Glenna was stronger than her looks suggested. The tickling made Julia writhe about helplessly, clawing the hay around her in utter desperation. Then unexpectedly, Prish’s hands sneaked up Glenna’s ribs from behind, and she grinned: “Now you overdid it, princess, and you will pay!” Glenna shrieked and fought back, Julia joining in the tickle-wrestling match. All of them got their share, but Glenna as the most ticklish one was at a clear disadvantage and no match for the two older girls.

Stella had watched this game in the same state of excitement as the night before, and once more her wanton emotions returned in strength, weakening her knees and making her hands tremble. Her urge to participate somehow was infinitely more intense than before, and she felt that these girls had brought out all her innermost secret desires. But suddenly, she heard a sound from the nearby terrace. Lindsay was sitting there, and he had just swatted a fly that molested him. Frightened that he might have seen her, Stella hurried back to the guest house. She didn’t notice the knowing smile on the painter’s face.

Day 3

Next morning, Lindsay showed them his place of work for the first time: his studio, in what seemed to be an old part of the original farm. Just one large room, stocked with several easels, dozens of finished and unfinished paintings, a huge load of artist’s brushes and masonry tools, a few pedestals, and a mixture of different decoration items. Vicar Adams took his time to see all the paintings, sometimes commenting with a disapproving noise, or complimenting on others, less obscene ones.

Some of his earlier pictures had only one model in them: Lindsay’s wife, easily to be recognized by her kind face and her rubenesque stature. The painter explained that he had started out with her as his only model, but later she became too busy with the kids. Most of his later work depicted his 3 Muses in various combinations.

Stella watched the pictures in a mixture of fascination and guilt, as many of them showed nude female bodies. She would never be able to pose nude for a painter, she knew. But simultaneously, she secretly admired the nymphs’ beauty and courage. Her dreams had visited her as the night before, only they had revolved about the lewd card game. She had actually dreamt to be one of the players, and once more she had woken up filled with guilty feelings when Julia took away her panties.

As if she had conjured up the girls by thinking of them, they appeared in the studio, shedding all their clothes instantly to pose for another painting. But Lindsay wanted to show something new to his guests: “Today, I’ll perform a very special art: With my paintbrush, I will transform one of my models into a statue of an ancient Greek nymph. Prish, it’s your turn. Glenna and Julia, you’ll help me: Hold her arms spread wide apart.” Prish blushed and hugged her upper body with her arms, but she didn’t resist or protest.

The protests came from the Vicar: “You just cannot perform your obscene ‘art’ in front of my dear wife and me! Do this when we’re away!” Lindsay shrugged. “You’re free to leave my studio anytime you wish, but you will not disturb my work.” Huffing and puffing, Vicar Adams left, the reluctant Stella in his tow. “Come on, darling,” he said, “Mrs. Lindsay will drive us to town where we can inquire for the next train.”

Outside the studio, Stella pretended to feel unwell because of all the excitations, and asked to be left alone in her room. “Oh poor Stella darling, I was afraid that all this would be too much for you. Alright, take a healthy nap or a walk, whatever you need to get better. I’ll be back for dinner. Don’t worry, we’ll leave this cesspit of sins as soon as possible.” Stella didn’t want to leave at all, but she just hugged her husband and thanked him for his understanding.

As soon as he had left, she sneaked back to the studio to watch the body painting. Prish was standing in the center of the room, Julia and Glenna holding her arms apart in a vise. Her legs were already colored in various shades of gray, resembling the granite structure of the sculptures in Lindsay’s garden. Now the beautiful, dark-haired model tried to suppress a giggle as the painter’s brush fluttered over her stomach area. Yet, a sweet-sounding “hmmmpff!” escaped from her full lips from time to time.

The other two girls fastened their grip of Prish’s hands when the titillating instrument approached her sides. The poor girl’s mental defenses ceased to dominate the ticklish sensations, and her giggles started to pearl out freely. Stella could see her twitching tummy muscles, and involuntarily she began to giggle as well.

This drew Lindsay’s attention to her. He smiled quite friendly, but offered no comment. Instead, he asked Prish: “I wonder if you’re really strong enough to restrain yourself now, when I touch your underarms? Remember, you’re the ‘Invincible’! No chance for little Glenna, she would have fainted already at this point.” Julia remarked: “Or climaxed, more probably…” Both Glenna and Stella blushed.

“Perhaps it would be easier for you to bear if the girls tickled you there for a little while before I start painting?” Lindsay grinned, and handed the other two a dry paintbrush each. “Noooo!” protested Prish, but it was too late. Her deafening guffaws rang out as Julia and Glenna tickle-tortured her from both sides simultaneously. After two minutes of writhing and giggling and squirming, she finally managed to get out of her tormentors’ grip. She was granted a short break to calm down, but now the armpit painting started for real. Astonishingly, she managed to control most of herself again; only the giggling never ceased.

Stella’s skin was tingling again, but she forced herself to stay and watch. Lindsay was a quick worker, and just a few girlishly giggling minutes later he proceeded to the next body part: Prish’s full but pert breasts. The brushing touch on the underside elicited more ticklish snickers, but when the bristles arrived at the already slightly engorged nipples, the sound changed to a soft, sensual mewing. Lindsay lingered much longer than necessary at this relatively small area, clearly enjoying Prish’s reaction. Finally, he remarked in badly pretended surprise: “Oh, we forgot her pubic mound. Wait a little, my darling, I’ll clean it with a dry brush first!”

With admirable self-control, Stella had managed to stand still for all the previously administered lascivious ongoings, but the touching of a woman’s most intimate regions was too much for her, and she fled, deploying a rather red face. Her puritan upbringing prevented her from overcoming the qualms of her prudish inner self. She called herself stupid; maybe she had just missed her only opportunity in lifetime to watch a woman in ecstasy. She retreated to her bed, and as the wind transported the sound of low moans and soft little pleasure noises to her, she buried her head under the pillow, and she wept in utter frustration.

She skipped lunch, as she was afraid her eyes would reveal that she had cried. A few hours later, after some distracted reading, Stella wandered down to the lake again for a swim. The girls were already there in their gaudy costumes, passing around a bottle of wine and already a bit tipsy. Stella doused her face with the clear, cool water, when she heard Glenna giggling again. She looked up and saw the girl turning around her own axis, just like little girls do when they want to become giddy. Julia asked her what she was doing. “I’m dancing all my impure thoughts away. You should do so, too; in fact you’d need it much more than I. Oh, except you, Stella, of course!” Julia couldn’t bite back her reply: “Oh, she probably needs it more than anyone!”

Glenna danced till she became quite dizzy, then she sank down on the spot, stretching luxuriantly on the blanket like a kitten. Julia and Prish squatted down near her, and Prish asked: “Now, little Glenna-darling, what pleasurable fantasies are you dreaming up right now? Confess it, you’re already tingling and moist inside!” - “No, nothing…” Their hands began to stroke the youthful beauty through her dress. Julia suggested: “I know a little spot where she’s REALLY ticklish…” - “Oh no, Julia, don’t.” But Glenna’s protest came out as a whispered sigh, her body twitching in lustful anticipation. The experienced girls’ hands moved tenderly over her breasts and her tummy, swerving down to the naked legs and bare feet, half caressing, half tickling her. Glenna sighed again, swimming in erotic pleasure.
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Sirens continued:

Stella watched this enticing view, once more fascinated by the powerful magic this tender treatment exacted on her. Quite involuntarily, she approached the erotic scene. Slowly, step by step. Julia and Prish looked up to her, expecting her to protest; but she just knelt down and began to run her fingertips on Glenna’s bare inner forearm, from the wrist up to her shoulder and neck. The blond girl giggled a little at first, but then her moans began to get stronger as she felt the additional hand touching her. Slowly Prish stroked Glenna’s calves downward to her feet, lifting up one of them to caress the tender soles and cute toes with her tongue. Glenna’s giggling increased considerably; her feet certainly were her most ticklish spots.

Julia lifted up the girl’s skirt to titillate the silky skin of her thighs, and Stella’s hands continued to roam gently over the whole upper body, shivering inside whenever she touched the breasts. These tender ministrations went on for at least half an hour; all the women had lost track of time. Finally, Julia caressed Glenna’s pubic mound through the panties, softly running her nails across the girl’s hotspot repeatedly, while Stella and Prish took care of other sensitive areas. Glenna’s face was red-hot already, her eyes closed, and her mouth uttering a sweet mixture of giggles and pleasure moans. But the new touch elicited a firework of emotions in her; her features contorted in ecstasy, her hands clawed the blanket, and her hips bucked upward. Seemingly unable to stand this lust any longer, she craved for more, wishing this caress would never end. Her head shook violently as a virtually endless row of pleasure spasms racked though her, until she finally exhaled with a heavenly sigh, collapsing quite limply. Minutes later, she reopened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Stella’s smiling face. “Thank you,” she muttered and smiled back.

Stella’s mind was in turmoil. For the first time in her life, she had participated in sexual actions outside of her marriage, and now even with another girl! Her guilty feelings rose again, but this time she had finally mustered enough courage to live out a small part of her hidden desires. “Face it,” she told herself inwardly, “you’re just human, and you feel lust greed envy pleasure sadness like any other human being, Vicar’s wife or not. Deal with it, or it will haunt you forever. You’ll destroy yourself, torn between guilt and unfulfilled desire, always curious what you may have missed. Be yourself, finally!” This speech somehow consoled her; she lay back on the blanket beside Glenna, her head propped on her arms. The three girls smiled at her, and Julia offered her the wine bottle. Soon they chatted happily, Stella already tipsy because of the alcohol she was unaccustomed to. Nobody spoke about what just had happened, or about Stella’s participation, and she felt very comfortable in their circle for that. She was accepted.

They lazed away the afternoon at the lakeside, and Stella vastly enjoyed the peaceful landscape there, as well as the light conversation with her newly-found friends. When the sun started to settle down for the night, Julia suggested a change of location: “You should really see the cliffs above the riverside at sunset, Stella. Come on, it’s a spectacular view!” The path up was easy, and frequently used for strolls from Lindsay’s house. Arrived on top of the cliff plateau, they all marveled at the paradise-like countryside, painted in deep pastel colors by the dying sun. “It’s so beautiful up here. I wish I could stay at your house a little longer, but we’ll leave tomorrow or the day after,” Stella told them in a deep sigh. “Then just stay,” Julia replied in her uncomplicated way. “Tell your husband you’ll follow him next week, then you’ll have enough time to make up your mind. Rethink your decision in a few days, then prolong your stay, or just join him again, just as you like!” - “I wish it were that easy…”, Stella murmured.

Prish didn’t approve of Stella’s sorrow-filled mood, so she suggested: “Well, why don’t we help her to make up her mind right now?” - “What do you mean?” - “Let’s tie her up to our tickle tree over there and show her our appreciation a bit, granting her a little glimpse of our joys!” Giggling, all three girls fell on the meekly protesting Stella, and together they dragged her to the tree. Obviously, the tree had served its purpose before, as ropes lay around in a patch of high grass next to it. And the girls seemed to well-practiced in the art of bondage; it took them hardly two minutes to fetter her wrists behind the trunk, another length of rope wound around her ankles. Julia grinned broadly at the helpless Stella: “Admit it, you definitely enjoy this situation, I can see it in your eyes!”

Indeed, this helplessness seemed to play an important role in the woman’s most secret desires, although she had never been aware of them. She giggled nervously as six wriggling hands approached her upper body ever so slowly. She longed to be tickled, but she was extremely afraid of what this kind of tender torment would do to her. Then, the fluttering fingers touched her tummy and her ribs, and Glenna slipped around the tree to dig into her half-exposed armpits from behind. Stella exploded in hysterical laughter, the hands seemingly everywhere on all her ticklish spots. She jumped up and down as much as her restraints allowed it, but there was no way to escape the attacks. Oh my God, and how she enjoyed the tickling! Another self-erected barrier inside her crumbled to pieces, and strangely, she felt completely free for the first time in her life, although (or because?) she was securely tied up. The unrestrained laughter sparkled out of her wide-open mouth like fresh, virginal water from a mountain spring, and her soul felt the unburdening from a long-lasting curse.

They only tickled her for five minutes or so, but to Stella, time has lost all its importance. She wished these intense sensations to last forever, although the tickling was quite impossible to bear. So she gasped gladly for fresh air when the tickling ceased, even if she was a bit disappointed that it had stopped so soon. The girls left her tied up while they horsed around, tickling each other and giggling themselves silly. Then they sank down on the grass, watching the heavily breathing Stella with enjoyment. “Do you think we have converted her?” asked Prish, and Julia smiled: “I think this should have done the trick. She’ll certainly stay with us if she liked it, or she will leave us if she didn’t!” Glenna added: “Yes, I think so, too. But we should untie her now, her husband will return any moment. I think I heard the car already.” Prish grinned: “Maybe we should leave her tied up to the tree, and let the Vicar find her. Who knows what he’ll do to her then?” But Stella protested: “If you do this, he will never let me stay here! Please untie me!” Giggling, they followed her plead, not without dishing out a few more quick tickles. On their way home, Julia mused: “You know what makes me sad? We have never tied up our sweet Glenna there so far. Oh well, tomorrow’s another fun-filled day!”

Back at the house, the Vicar was already there. Stella didn’t reveal her experiences then; that would have to wait till later. Her husband told her that they’d be on the train next day, but she didn’t comment.

Shortly before dinner, she finally brought up the topic. Stella told her husband that although she despised the sinful atmosphere at the painter’s home, she had fallen in love with the beautiful landscape around. “I think I will take up my painting once more, it has been neglected too long. Lindsay has all the tools here, and he can certainly teach me many valuable lessons on how to use colors and so on. Do you mind if I stayed here for another week or so? I promise to be good, and of course I’ll follow you in a few days! Oh darling, pretty pleeeze!” Adams was at a loss of words; he swallowed several times, trying to figure out what his wife was telling him. “You mean… you’ll leave me?” he asked incredulously. “Oh no,” she hastened to assure him. “Just give me a few days of extra leave before I go back to the bustling city. I like the peace here, and I’ll stay out of Lindsay’s bad influence!”

The Vicar was in a very bad mood throughout dinnertime, and he even lost his temper twice when Lindsay aired some particularly blasphemous statements. So they went back to their room soon, and Stella promised him she’ll sleep over her decision, preferably under the stars. “I want to spend the night outside. I need it to clear my head, please don’t be mad at me.” Meekly, he consented, because he loved his wife so much, and she had never asked him a favor before.

Half an hour later, Stella lay on the sweet-smelling grass, well away from the house, one blanket beneath her and another one to protect her from the cool night. The star-speckled sky in the wilderness had always fascinated her, and for the first time since childhood, she said her night prayer under the Southern Cross. Not yet able to sleep, she propped her head on her arms and let her thoughts wander. Should she really stay here with the girls and their lewd games, leaving her husband at least temporarily? Or should she rather follow him without question, as usual? She had married when she was very young, without any real life experience, and somehow she felt that she was still missing something important. Decisions, decisions, decisions! Where to begin?

But the stars still worked their magic on Stella. Soon the silence and serenity of the night overcame her painful thoughts, and the blanket of sleep took care of her problems. A petal from a tree blossoming nearby spiraled down and landed on her forehead, and a sweet dream visited her:

She was walking down to the lake, clad only with a white, semitransparent gossamer nightgown, nude beneath it. Step by step she proceeded into the cool, soothing water. Lying down on her back, she miraculously floated on the surface without any effort. While she enjoyed the strange weightlessness and watched the stars, a hand emerged suddenly from below, touching her body. A second and third had followed, and they caressed her skin through the thin fabric. To her utter astonishment, she wasn’t afraid at all; on the contrary, she welcomed the tender touch.

Moments later, three nude women appeared from below the surface: “her” very own three nymphs. Their six hands roamed over her everywhere, shoulders earlobes neck tummy breasts hips legs soles… Oh how heavenly the almost tickling gentleness felt! Stella closed her eyes and breathed deeply, feeling one hand gliding along her inner forearm, another one loving her face, still another one tenderly caressing her ankles. She drifted into a dream within a dream within a dream, her whole body nothing but sensitive skin, six hands transporting her into a huge shining light that gleamed inside her, oh so very deep inside her.

By and by, she felt a slight change in the touches: they concentrated on those spots which felt particularly hot. Fingers slipped inside her night-dress along the inner thighs, meeting with a different hand caressing her Venus mound in circular motions from above, more hands running down her neck to the steep peaks of her small breasts. They stayed around these parts which collected all the fire and light within her, moving on and on wait I must wake up now this is a sin nonsense it’s paradise and moving and caressing and soothing, searching, finding…!!!

Her lust became so intense that Stella woke up with a start, and she saw that the girls from her dreams actually were beside her, on the lawn, caressing her just like she had imagined. Julia put a finger on Stella’s mouth and said “Shhhh”, and Stella lay back to enjoy the continuing dream, only in reality this time. And the hot sensations came back to her skin, and she lived through that wonderful dream again and again…

Day 4

In the morning, Glenna tickled Stella awake with a grass stalk on her bare feet, and soon the other girls joined in, pinning the woman down to the ground and tickling away on all her sensitive spots simultaneously. Glenna tried to help her and attacked Julia’s ribs from behind. The new victim just squirmed and laughed, but she enjoyed tickling poor Stella too much to stop it. Prish reached over from behind Stellas head where she was kneeling on Stella’s wrists, and she started to grab one of Glenna’s super-ticklish feet. This gave Stella the chance to break free, and she used the opportunity to knead Prish’s lower ribs. Prish, too, possessed enough self-control not to stop tickling Glenna’s foot, but when Stella’s fingertips reached her armpits, she squealed and rolled into a giggle ball, away from her tormentor.

Stella now attacked both Julia’s and Glenna’s ribcages, and they struck back by grabbing a bare foot of Stella’s each to dabble away like crazy. And crazy it sounded, Stella’s high-pitched laughter. Prish had recovered quickly and threw her body into the melee: soon everyone tickled everybody else. Their limbs and bodies were tangled into one single tickle knot, all of them had a foot or arm caught between somebody else’s legs, or pinned down securely by another’s body. But all of them were extremely skilful to find a tickle gap somewhere to dish out the same torment they received. They had a wonderful tickle fight, although they had to be careful not to become too loud: the mansion was out of earshot when talking, but near enough for screams to be overheard. So they had to force much of their laughter to remain inside themselves, not unlike bubbles in the champagne bottle, which only seemed to make the tickling sensations even more intense.

What a marvelous way to start a new day! When they were exhausted, they chatted. Julia inquired in her usual direct way: “Tell us: Tonight, was this your first climax ever?” Stella thought for a moment, then she replied: “No; I have climbed the peak before, with my husband. But it was never even halfway as intense as last night! Thank you so much!” They kissed her on the cheeks, and Glenna remarked shyly: “I just had to, well, repay some of the pleasure you gave me last afternoon. And when we saw you settle down here for sleep, we had a plan.” Prish added: “Julia suggested to just tickle you, but Glenna brought up the other idea. I’m glad we followed her proposal. It was wonderful to watch, and we all had our own share of pleasure when touching you.” Julia just had to have the last word: “Well, anyway, we’re going to tickle you a lot, later today, if you stay.” They all laughed.

But like always, there was some unpleasant duty to carry through before the fun: Stella walked back to the house, where her husband was just about to get up. She sat down beside him and told him about her decision: She would like to stay for a week or so, but only if he consented. He looked into her eyes and asked her: “Are you sure that’s what you actually want? Will you be happier afterwards?” She shed a tear and nodded silently. He hugged her, and soothed her. “Alright, it’s okay. But you have to promise me to stay out of Lindsay’s reach!” She did.

Two hours later, Lindsay and his wife drove the Vicar down to the railroad station, Stella waving him good-bye until her was out of sight. She had to be alone for a while afterwards, and the girls respected that. “Come to the studio whenever you’re ready; we’ll be there.” To drive the cobwebs from her mind, she took a stroll to the cliff, sat down and daydreamed for about half an hour. She felt better then, so she returned to the house. When she was about fifty yards away, she could already hear Glenna’s girlish laughter and screams. Her step quickened, and entering the studio, a marvelous scene awaited her:

Glenna was tied spread-eagled to a huge, empty picture frame, and the other two nymphs tickled her upper body with dry paint brushes from both sides. All three were in their birthday costumes, and Stella couldn’t hide her welling-up giggles. Julia noticed her, smiled, and handed her two small paint brushes. “We need somebody to tickle her feet!” she remarked, as if that was the most normal everyday duty. Stella started on the right foot, hesitantly first, but soon gaining courage. The bristles danced across the arches, and Glenna’s reactions told all too clearly about her tormented feelings. But Stella began to get into this, and she was a fast learner. Soon she found out that tickling the girl’s wriggling toes produced the best squeals. She even used her other hand to hold back the clenching tootsies to torture the toes’ underside, or to hold them apart to sneak in between them. Then she concentrated on the other foot, inflicting the same tickle-touches there. From time to time, she used both brushes to tickle both arches simultaneously, and now and then she looked up to watch the others. Most of all she loved Glenna’s sweet face, contorted similar to her afternoon climax on the lakeshore, throwing her head about like crazy, her young laughter drowning out all sounds from outside.

Shortly before the girl could faint, Julia told them to give her a little breather. Grinning broadly, she asked her: “Now, sweet princess, didn’t I tell you that we’ll really tickle you good soon? How does it feel?” Glenna was to weak to speak, so Prish answered: “But we still have to tickle her ‘off’, if you know what I mean…” - “Oh very yes!”, Glenna sighed, much to Stella’s surprise. Prish went down to the girls left foot and told Stella to tickle her right one, but very gently, not torturously. Julia concentrated on Glenna’s breasts, especially around the highly erect nipples, always in circles. Glenna began to breathe heavier, just like last afternoon, and her face heated up visibly. Red blotches appeared below her neck and round her collarbones; she clearly enjoyed these touches, although the soft foot tickling elicited giggles from time to time. The pace of her breathing quickened, and Stella paused to look at the angelic face.

Glenna’s lust-veiled eyes met Stella’s, and she begged her: “Help me, please!” Without needing to be told, Stella knew instinctively what to do: She approached the still virginal pubic mound, slightly protruding because of her stretched-out position. The woman knelt down between Glenna’s widely spread legs, and one of her brushes touched the tender flesh, avoiding the small crevice at first. Soon the girl began to mew softly, wriggling her hips about. Stella gathered more courage constantly, and soon both her brushes caressed the delicate area. The tight gate opened slightly, like a fragrant flower in the morning, and indeed a little dew appeared there. It smelled wonderful, much better than anything Stella could remember, and the scent made her inside tingle heavenly. Finally, she circled and touched the little pink button above the entrance to paradise, and the girl reacted almost instantly: She clenched her fists and teeth and toes, threw her head back like a hot-tempered filly, and uttered throaty moans, coming from deep inside. Her stomach muscles cramped repeatedly, and at the peak she thrust her head upward. And, just as Julia had predicted, a little squirt of liquid emerged from her pearly gate.

Immediately after the first thundering explosion, Julia and Prish resumed the heavy tickling, this time with fingers, eliciting even stronger laughter from the oversensitive girl, and before long, a second and third lust storm followed. Finally, they let the completely exhausted Glenna free, but she didn’t run away. She just rubbed her wrists where the ropes had left telltale marks of her vicious struggling, and she hugged the still wonder-struck Stella. “You’ve just given me such a wonderful experience, thank you so much!” Stella returned the hug, quite hot and bothered herself.

Julia broke the spell: “Now, my new friend, would you like to experience this yourself, on the receiving end?” Stella’s highly erotic mood won the internal fight, and so she only replied meekly: “What do I have to do?” Prish grinned: “Nothing at all, darling. Just close your eyes, relax and enjoy.” And they started to take off her clothes, gently, without hurry, always stroking hands there to please her, tickle her, sooth her, caress her forever and ever…

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If you want to see stills from the original movie (starring Elle MacPherson, Tara Fitzgerald, Portia de Rossi, Kate Fisher) you’ll find them at my yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/halsticklingclub.

To see the real Norman Lindsay paintings (quite interesting, but no tickling there), go to http://users.bigpond.net.au/desertqueen/gallerymap.htm

Good to see you back to writing Hal!

Great story, as always!

Hal, you are a genius! That is one of the best stories I have read in a long, long time. Now I'm getting physicaly aroused and feel an overwhelming desire to tickle somebody

Love and laughter,

Great story.
I was slightly obsessed with 'Sirens' as a younger, pubescent fellow, and often constructed alternate tickling scenarios in my head. It's certainly a mainstream tickling gem on it's own, and lends itself to such exposition.
And you did so brilliantly.

But why, oh why, did you choose to alter the names?

Glad you like it!

Mistress Valerie, it really seems I've achieved one of my aims...

Travis: I changed the original character of the movie, so I thought I should change the names as well. But I think it's rather clear who is who...

Kudos...

Good yarn, Hal. It's been far too long since you last posted a new story here. Will there be a sequel?

Strelnikov

Superb new story! (Much better than the movie, which had not enough tickling.)

This story rocks!

What better way to bring out the fetish in a Vanilla than Sirens. Great story Hal. Really enjoyed it!

Well then. This was pret.ty. damn awesome, wasn't it? Loved it. Never read your work before but I'm glad I did.

Richly detailed, wonderful cast of characters, dialogue, beautifully described settings and the sirens themselves were outstanding. All had different personalities that lived up to their names, loved the humor in bits, the tickling scenes were smokin' and like Sound Siren, I love the change that takes place within the Vanilla.

Like a locked safe just waiting for one, or three people to come along with the proper combination to unlock its door.

Great stuff.