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Tina: Fair's Fair MF/f [BRAND NEW!]

TickleMantis

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Merry Christmas Folks! :D

I hope you're all doing well in this, the silliest of seasons. This entire year has been a pretty crazy one for myself, I became a Permanent Resident of Canada after a long battle (and in no small part thanks to Darkharp!) and have been working my butt off ever since. Part of that work meant writing a giant report, the finished product of which I finally sent off today! To celebrate I present the following tale of terrible ticklish torment!

As always Tina's latest adventure is a stand-alone story, meaning you don't need to have read anything else to know what's going on! For those who have been keeping up with Tina's mishaps this year (or for those who'd like to backtrack) the story below marks the last of the hyperticklish blonde's farmyard shenanigans, it's back to the suburbs after this. Unusually, this story takes place just a few short hours after the last one -Tina: The Virgin Farewell -but again, you don't need to have read that one to enjoy this one!

This is an idea I'd had for quite some time but couldn't quite make it work...I think I pulled it off, but be sure to let me know! Any comments, critiques and criticisms are always welcome.

All the best,


'Mantis :santasmil

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Tina: Fair’s Fair

MF/f

By TickleMantis


“Leave me alone!” Tina Taris squealed as she weaved quickly through the crowd of country folk.

“Yeh can’t run forever Miss Priss!” The dark haired bully grinned as she strode quickly only a few steps behind.

Eighteen year old Tina had barely been at the county fair thirty minutes when she’d seen Melissa’s predatory eyes leering at her from the cotton candy stand. Over the summer the buxom blonde, who had arrived at the fairgrounds with her long blonde hair curled and voluptuous frame in a strapless yellow and white sundress, had run into the twenty one year more times than she cared to remember. With her large boobs ballooning cleavage under the strapless dress and dark brown sandals at the end of her long smooth legs, the 5’7ft teen had once again caught the mean twenty one year old’s eye.

Though she had been out in the country for several weeks, the good natured and often ditsy girl was due to head back to the city in only a few short days. With her best friend Holly Werner working at the annual county fair, it seemed like the perfect send off to their summer of fun. Unfortunately Melissa, who stood taller than both of them at 5’10ft and wore pigtails in her dark brown hair, had made some parts of Tina’s trip less enjoyable than others. The freckle faced girl with a barely hidden cruel streak had been tormenting Holly for months, and when the voluptuous city girl arrived on scene the intimidating older girl took great pleasure in harassing her as well.

After arriving at the fair sometime after sunset, Tina made sure to visit Holly first. In the apple bobbing area where the plucky redhead worked, the two girls talked giddily for several minutes, planning to meet up again later once the country gal’s shift was done. Luckily the cheerful blonde, whose dress sat high on her thick thighs, hadn’t come alone. Staying in the Werner household as she did almost every summer, the fun loving girl was good friend’s with the entire family, including the two older brothers. Cody, the younger of the two handsome farmboys, had been the blonde teen’s escort but they’d been separated shortly after coming through the gate.

Wandering casually through the busy fairground to the sounds of bustling families and screaming rollercoaster riders, Tina enjoyed the bright lights and smells of rural cooking. Sooner or later the naïve young woman was bound to run into one of the Werner clan, there were six of them after all. It was somewhere near a stand filled with large stuffed toys that the cheery girl’s good time had soured, Melissa’s sharp eyebrows furrowing at her when their eyes met across the way. Knowing the older girl better than she’d of liked, the nervous teen didn’t think a crowd would stop the nasty young woman from her heartless antics, and immediately began moving in the opposite direction.

“Cody’s here you know!” The fearful blonde said, turning her head as she jogged between a young couple. “He won’t let you touch me!”

“Well where is he missy?” Cutting through the same confused couple, the tall bully who wore a white halter-top, tight fitting blue jeans and heeled black cowgirl boots, increased her speed. “I don’t see him nowhere!”

Searching faces frantically, the hurrying teen hoped to catch someone familiar, even one of the Werner family’s ranch hands would have sufficed. Not seeing anyone but scores of strangers, Tina shuffled by the balloon shooting game and slipped around a corner. Needing a place to hide fast, the worrisome girl broke from the main strip of stores and activities, ducking into a narrow alleyway. The alley ran behind the haunted house, the screams of it’s occupants muffled inside. Eager to move quickly, the longhaired girl stumbled awkwardly through the dimly lit area, turning another corner into a much longer alleyway that ran behind more small stores and assorted amusements.

“Tinaaaa!” Melissa’s voice could be heard echoing through the alley walls, but when the busty blonde turned to look back there appeared to be no one behind her. “I’m gonna get yooooou…”

As the alley’s end came into view it appeared to have no exit, and no other obvious arteries running back to the main strip. Under normal circumstances the good-natured girl would never have trespassed, but with her only other option being caught in the mad clutches of her pursuer, it was barely a choice at all. Noticing a half open door, Tina strode forward and slinked through, her new surroundings not much better than the alley. In an enclosed space no bigger than one of the fairground stalls, the out of bounds blonde found herself standing amongst wooden crates, some card board boxes and loosely coiled lengths of rope. Though there was a ceiling the small room had no floor, ankle high grass standing untrampled by the masses. A pair of black curtains covered the back wall, opposite the door.

“Oh Miss Priiiiiiiss…” Slinking into a shadowy corner of the room, the only light coming from a dim metal light fixture hanging from the center of the ceiling, the cowering teen could hear the older girl’s sing song voice calling her from somewhere in the alley. “…You can’t hide foreveeeeer…”

Rather wishing for another way out, Tina edged along the sidewall, pressing her shapely behind up against it as hard as she could to stay out of the light. Reaching the front wall the stealthy girl raised a hand, prying back the curtain’s far edge to peek beyond the veil. Oddly, giving the curious teen a sudden skip in her heartbeat, a crowd of oblivious citizens wandered casually on by. Frowning with confusion, the dim witted young woman starred for several seconds before noticing the pane of glass separating herself from the people on the other side.
Still, fascinating as the shop window sized peeking tool was, the voyeuristic girl dropped the curtain and flattened herself against the wall as soon as she heard the door hinge squeak.

“I know you’re in heeeeere…” Melissa said as she entered the small grass floored room, and it was hard to tell if she was telling the truth or employing some form of psychological mind game. “…Come out, come out…”

Knowing she could be spotted at any second, the shadow clad girl began to map a path for the door. If she could only run fast enough and avoid the older woman’s grasp, Tina could break back into the alley and run like crazy. Heck, if she was fast enough the fear filled blonde might even be able to make it back to Holly before Melissa caught up. Taking a slow breath to prepare herself, Tina waited until the older girl was busy squinting toward the opposite side of the room. Launching herself into the light, the young woman from the suburbs bounded for the half open door.

“Gotcha!” The older girl yelled a second later as she snagged Tina’s forearm in her lightening fast grip.

“Aiiee!” Squealing with fright the captured teen was suddenly spun around in a blur, landing with her back pressed against the taller woman’s front.

“Now yer in trouble Missy!” Melissa threatened, grabbing the panicking girl’s other forearm and pressing herself against the struggling blonde.

“Let me go!” Tina shook, the freckle faced girl’s hands squeezing tightly around her arms.

“Nuh-uh!” Bear hugging her from behind, the rowdy country girl trapped the voluptuous teen’s arms at her sides. “Not until I’ve had my fun!”

“No please!” The curvaceous young woman yelled, dreading the older girl’s style of fun. “Don’t Melissa, don’t!”

If Melissa had been a regular run-of-the-mill bully, if she had called Tina names or pulled her hair, left upsetting messages on her Facebook page or stolen her shoes, it never would have lasted long. Before the blue eyed blonde had come to town Holly had always been the target of the twenty one year old’s cruelty, and everyone knew the Werner family would never have let their youngest member be pushed around like that. The problem with their pigtail sporting tormenter was that her particular brand of fun involved tickling her victims silly. For Holly and Tina, whose shared affliction of being excruciatingly ticklish attracted Melissa to them, this was an enormous, nightmarish problem. Sadly, everyone else around them saw their plight as just a silly game. Toughen up, stop whining, it’s just tickling, don’t be silly, girls like to be tickled don’t they? Not one person seemed to take their pleas seriously.

“Boogie boogie!” Melissa said as if trying to scare a small child and began clawing wildly at the trapped teen’s tender sides.

“Eeehahaha! Melisahaha! Noho!” Dancing around awkwardly, a stream of giggles poured from the squirming girl’s lips.

As her large breasts bounced beneath her yellow sundress, Tina’s hands slapped helplessly against her own legs. Buckling forward as much as Melissa’s firm reverse-hug would allow, the fitful teen shuffled her feet trying desperately to squirrel away. Had the older girl not already been taller and stronger, the playful belly squeezing would have been more than enough to weaken the blonde teen’s defenses. Based off previous experience under those same nimble fingers the hypersensitive girl knew pleading for mercy would no good, but just like her forced laughter, she couldn’t stop herself.

“Where’s your big bad bodyguard, huh?” The dark haired girl’s pigtails spiraled as she wrestled the agitated girl in her arms. “No one’s gonna save you!”

“Hahaeee! M-Melisahaha!” Tina could feel her knees growing weak after only a few short seconds, her blonde curls swaying as she shook her head from side to side. “Stohohop! Stahahaeeiiiie!”

“You’re all mine, Miss Priss!” The tall girl taunted, her long slender fingers moving up to pinch at the bottom of the giggling girl’s soft ribcage.

“Haaaahahaha! Nahaha!” Girlish squealing broke into loud belly laughter, the young woman struggling to stand upright. “Melissastop! Staheeheehee!”

“I’m gonna tickle you so bad!” Melissa said as she leaned forward, following her squirming victim’s slow descent toward the grassy floor. “Oh, I’m gonna tickle you aaaaall over!”

“Noho!” Losing the use of her knees, the laughing blonde was only stopped from collapsing in a giggling heap by the cruel bully taking her weight. “Leeehehe! Letmegohohoho!”

Letting Tina down softly, the taller girl released her backwards bear hug but didn’t let up the ten finger attack. As the frightened blonde was forced to kneel, Melissa continued clawing at her ribs. With her arms free the curly haired girl could at least slap weakly against the terrible tickles, her resistance quite ineffective as she was rolled onto her side. Curling into a ball as best she could, the giggling girl kicked her long bare legs and flailed her arms as the freckle faced bully’s devilish digits ran up and down her sensitive side.

“Stop, pleheeheese!” Tina begged, wishing for a miracle as the older girl’s hands rummaged around her tummy. “Ahahaha! Getoffahaha!”

“Ach-hem!” The sound of a man clearing his throat suddenly gave both girls a reason to squeak with fright. “What…do ya’ll think you’re doin’?”

“Uhh…” Melissa said, standing up right to see a handsome thirty-something man with a shaved head, black singlet and muscular tattooed arms standing before her. “We were uh…just havin’ some…fun.”

“I wasn’t!” Sitting up from her fetal position, the thankful blonde caught her breath.

“Fun, huh?” The fellow who stood around 6ft said as he looked back and forth between the girls curiously. “That’s a funny kind of fun…what’s yer names?”

“I…I’m Tina.” Standing to her feet, the busty girl leaned forward to brush grass from the front of her dress, her fleshy cleavage obviously catching the inquisitive man’s eye.

“Melissa.” Moving her eyes knowingly between the blonde’s boobs and the older man’s eyes, the predatory girl never missed much.

“Tina…Melissa.” He repeated with a nod and then casually pointed to his burly chest. “Pleasure. Folks call me Orin, and this here’s my stand.”

“I’m really sorry sir.” Tina said respectfully and began to motion toward the door. “We didn’t mean to come in here…I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Woah, woah…not so fast there lil’ girl.” Orin said, taking a step backward, his large frame blocking the exit. “Now you two’ve gone and caught me in a bit of a pickle. See I’ve got my stand, but my dang talent ain’t showed up to perform.”

“That’s terrible!” The naïve blonde exclaimed with genuine kind hearted sympathy.

“It sure is.” The muscular man agreed and reached behind himself to grip the door handle. “Now normally what I do is have a person who can do all sorts’ve funny tricks, jugglin’ and such…can either of you juggle?”

Both girls shook their heads, Tina committing an apologetic smile while Melissa’s eyes narrowed on the door as it clicked shut. Causing the door handle to click a second time, Orin avoided eye contact as he strode forward quickly to the opposite side of the room. With both young women watching, vastly different thoughts going through their heads, the shorthaired man took a curtain in each hand and pried them apart. The large window took up almost the entire width of the front wall and dropped from the ceiling to around waist high. On the other side, fair goers wandered around unaware to the three people in the dimly lit room only a few inches away.

“Yeh see here?” Orin asked, taking hold of a small handle on the window sill and pulling it up, sliding a panel that revealed two holes in the wall, a little over two feet apart and not much bigger than a DVD each. “My usual girl, she sticks her hands through here and does all the jugglin’ and card tricks and stuff with fire and other fun tricks.”

“That’s clever.” Tina smiled, looking at the innovative contraption. “Is it a mirror on the other side?”

“That’s right!” The big man returned the ditsy blonde’s smile and pointed at her approvingly. “That’s the best bit, the people stand out there and my girl can copy ‘em, or she grabs at ‘em and gives ‘em a scare, sometimes she even pinches their wallet if we think they can take the joke.”

“You keep their money?” The buxom blonde asked, a small tone of disappointment in her voice.

“Heck no!” Orin laughed and lowered the panel before walking back toward the girls. “We always give it back, but that’s the joke. And they usually pay us somethin’ anyway, for the laughs, y’know? Course I won’t be earnin’ nothin’ tonight unless you can help me out.”

“We already told you-“ Melissa said with a stern calm. “-we don’t know any tricks like that.”

“Well hell, there’s gotta be somethin’ you can do!” There seemed to be a hint of stress in the older man’s voice as he looked at the young women with pleading eyes.

“Hmm…” The dark haired girl hummed thoughtfully as her cat like eyes moved up and down Tina’s voluptuous young body. “Tina, I think we should help this guy, don’t you?”

“Um…well I have to meet my friend, but not until later.” The buxom girl said, thinking out loud and then smiling with a nod. “I can sure help for a while!”

“What do yeh have in mind?” Orin said as Melissa placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him a few steps away from the curious blonde.

Not wanting to be rude, and thinking her trespassing had already caused enough offense for one evening, Tina stood back as the two country folk muttered quietly with their backs to her. Once or twice the hunky older fellow would glance over his shoulder, the naïve girl just smiling broadly as he looked at her. After nearly a minute, Melissa looked back as well, then both of them turning, grinning large toothy grins and huddling back together for a few more seconds. When the pair finally turned back fully, Orin clapped his large hands together excitedly.

“Alright young lady!” The muscular man said, rubbing his hands together as he walked toward Tina. “Melissa here tells me you’ve got quite the talent after all!”

“Me?” Tina said putting her hands softly against the front of her bulbous breasts. “I can’t do anything…”

“Sure you can!” The muscular fellow said as he grabbed hold of a wooden crate and lifted it with some effort, placing it down a short distance from the center of the two-way mirror. “Why don’t yeh come over here and we’ll show yeh!”

“Go on, Tina!” Melissa waved her hand encouragingly toward Orin.

“O-okay…but what do you need me to do?” The confused girl asked as she walked toward the crate, not wanting to go back on her word.

“Just sit yourself right up here.” Orin replied, patting the top of the heavy wooden crate. “And I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I really don’t know any tricks…” Tina said regretfully as she positioned herself between the large window and wooden box, before sitting up on the crate’s edge.

“That’s fine! Melissa and I here are going to do most of the work.” Taking the young blonde’s slender ankle in his rough hand, the tattooed man began to raise her leg upward. “Now hold still a moment…”

Nervously, Tina watched as Orin used his other hand to lift the small panel slotted into the wall. Guiding the buxom girl’s leg gently, the handsome man neared her foot toward one of the small holes. On closer inspection, both holes appeared to be almost six inches thick, with bright green foam lining their insides. With her leg bent slightly at the knee, the gentle hunk looked the younger woman in the eye as her foot approached the hole, poking her sandal outward to fit through.

“I think I’m stuck…” The naïve girl said softly when Orin dropped the panel down, the feeling of more green foam firmly surrounding her ankle as she tugged lightly at her outstretched leg.

“Not to worry, those holes are probably too small.” The friendly fellow said as he walked around to Tina’s other side, taking her free ankle in hand and lifting the panel again. “My usual girl’s arms are skinny.”

“Oh haha…” Tina laughed politely as she stretched out her other leg, slipping her foot and sandal through the other hole. “So..so what do you want me to do here?”

“Like I said, we’re going to do most of the work.” Orin replied, lowering the panel and securely trapping both the ditsy teen’s ankles, her feet dangling out the other side where the public wandered by, apparently unaware. “All you really have to do is sit there.”

“Oh um…okay.” The trapped girl said as she perched on the edge of the crate, her legs stretched out like a long smooth bridge until they reached the wall. “If you say so.”

“Just one more thing.” Melissa’s voice came from behind, causing Tina to see the older girl approaching with a long length of thin brown rope.

“What do you need that for?” The dopey teen asked, furrowing her brow as not even a single possibility entered her puzzled brain.

“Well we can’t have you falling off of there, can we?” Taking the blue eyed girl’s slender wrists in his large hands, the shorthaired man held her hands together.

“I won’t fall…” Tina shook her head slightly, unable to understand what on Earth could make her loose balance.

“Better to be safe than sorry.” The darker haired girl said as she began to loop one end of the rope around the younger girl’s wrists.

“Hey…wait a minute...” Trying to pull her hands apart, Orin easily stopped her, the rope getting tighter. “…I don’t know about this.”

“You’ll be fine.” Orin said with a confident, reassuring smile as Melissa tied a firm knot. “If you fall down you could really hurt your legs like that. If nothing else, it will give me peace of mind.”

“But…can’t you just put another crate beside me?” Tina asked as Melissa threaded the rope behind her, handing the slack to Orin.

“Oh no ma’am.” Taking the rope, the tall man stood on his toes and fed it’s end through the metal light fixture in the center of the low ceiling. “The one you’re on is the only one I can lift. All the others are much too heavy.”

“Unh!” The surprised blonde winced as Melissa pulled down on the other end of the rope, feeding it over the light fixture and forcing Tina’s arms to be pulled up behind her.

“There yeh go.” Orin said as he tied the other end of the rope securely, causing the bound blonde to lean back on a 45 degree angle with her arms stretched above her head. “Now yeh won’t go nowhere.”

“Won’t my arms get sore?” Tina asked, turning as best she could to look at the two people behind her.

“Nah, yeh won’t be there long.” The hunky fellow said as he unlocked the door, stepping out into the open. “I’ll head ‘round front and we can get started. See you in a few minutes…we’ll, you’ll see me.”

“Bye.” Melissa said cheerfully as the door closed securely and she turned her attentions immediately back toward Tina. “Alone at last…”

“What do you think he’s going to do?” The curious blonde asked, tugging at her ropes and barely moving.

“I know what he’s gonna do.” The freckle faced bully said as she approached the bound girl from behind. “This was my idea…but right now you should be more worried about what I’m gonna to do…”

“Wh-what are you going t-“ Tina began, cutting herself off as she felt the cruel bully’s slender fingers stroke her taut elbows. “-Hey! What are you…”

“Heh heh…what do you think?” Stroking her hands slowly down the backs of the vulnerable girl’s biceps, the older girl leaned in close.

“Ohnoho! Feeling Melissa’s fingers begin to wiggle lower down her arm, the full exposure of her stretched silky underarms dawned on the tied teen. “Nohoho! Melissa d-don’t! This isn’t part of the show!”

“Yeh don’t think so?” Melissa asked rhetorically, a devious hint in her tone that most people would have noticed a mile away.

“Ehee! Nohoplease!” Twisting as best she could, the buxom girl’s cleavage wobbled as she tried to avoid the cruel girl’s fingertips as they crept into her sensitive hollows. “Heeheehee! Dohon’t! Don’tdon’tdon’t! Ahahaiiieee!”

Turning and shaking, the poor blonde could only giggle helplessly as soft tapping switched to small, rapid strokes. Tossing her curled locks, Tina fought to suppress her girlish laughter, but the ten delicate fingers playing against her soft skin were too much to ignore. Making matters worse, deft fingertips were not the only thing in Melissa’s ten-pronged arsenal. Like a series of terrible tiny talons, the grinning bully sported long sharp nails, nails she wasn’t afraid to rake maddeningly up and down the squealing teen’s hypersensitive skin. Switching techniques kept the struggling girl muddled, taking several long minutes for her to remember the hundreds of people strolling by.

“Help! Eeehaha! Someone!” Tina screamed, wide eyed as she looked toward the passing crowd. “Heeheeiii! Somebodyyeeeiheehe! Help me!”

“Ohhh…did I forget to mention?” The taunting young woman said as she continued running her fingers over every inch of the voluptuous blonde’s underarms. “Orin says with all that foam in the walls, the place is practically soundproof…apparently half the stalls here are made of the stuff…no one can hear you scream!”

“Nohoho!” Her cheeks reddening, the squirming girl from the suburbs pulled desperately to bring her arms down.

“Yeh know what I’m gonna do now, don’t yeh?” Melissa teased, pinching her thumbs and index fingers down the length of the giggling girl’s sides.

“Heehee! Stopstop!” Bucking her butt off the crate as best she could, the poor girl could only rise up a few short inches. “Pl-pleeheehese! Untie me!”

“I saiiiiid-“ The older woman began, hooking her index fingers into the top of the teen’s yellow and white sundress. “-yeh know I’m gonna do now…don’t yeh?”

“Hhh! I-I…what are you doing?!” Tina’s eyebrows quivered as she looked down, feeling her dress begin to slide. “Melissa! No!”

“Oh yesssss…” Hissing seductively the dark haired girl ignored the blonde’s pleas, pulling at the bright cotton, causing it to slip slowly down.

“Stop it!” The appalled girl said, shaking defiantly against her bonds as she watched the dress’ rim reveal more and more of her large fleshy breasts, the tops beginning to pour out over the tight elastic. “Come on, please! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry Miss Priss…” Melissa grinned, stopping the dress’ slow descent right before reaching the buxom teen’s hidden nipples. “…but I can do…whatever I want!”

“Aiie!” Tina yelped when the boisterous bully tugged the dress down quickly, the teen’s big milky white boobs spilling out into the open air.

“Ahh, there we go!” The older girl said, putting her lips near the tied girl’s ear. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Ahhnn!” Pulling at her arms and legs, the exposed blonde tried to break herself free, the yellow dress bunched up beneath her bulbous breasts.

“Here it coooomes.” Melissa teased, reaching around until her wiggling fingers were directly in front of the young woman’s large pink nipples.

“Ohno! Nohopleasedon’t!” Her face blushing bright red the trembling blonde’s bare breasts bounced as she watched her cruel capture’s long nails reach closer toward her. “Nonono please!”

“Don’t forgeeeet…” The freckle faced girl sang as she began to stroke her long nails along the bottom’s of Tina’s boobs. “I know your secreeeet…”

“Eeeiiiheehee!” Bursting into a loud giggle fit, Tina knew exactly what her tormenter meant as she bounced wildly a top the crate.

To Tina’s repeated dread, it was Melissa’s knowledge of a very private piece of information that made her a bully worth fearing more than most. The twenty one year old would hunt the younger girl down and tickle her and that was terrible, but when she had discovered the hypersensitive teen’s perverse physical reaction to prolonged tickling, that’s when things had become truly nightmarish. Though she didn’t understand why herself, it seemed that despite an absolute hatred for being tickled, having someone’s fingers run rampant over her sensitive skin aroused the buxom blonde like nothing else. She couldn’t help it and she couldn’t stop it, and the poor confused girl certainly didn’t want it, but the more it tickled the more it turned her on. Sadly, the pigtail wearing country girl thought such a phenomenon was the most amusing thing on the planet.

Fluttering her long nails with a feathery touch, Melissa’s fingers ran back and forth underneath the squealing teen’s quaking bosom. Throwing her head back as her face contorted between expressions of wide eyed laughter and nervous alarm, Tina squeaked and begged for the older girl to show some measure of mercy. The much delayed response to the topless teen’s pleas was a flurry of fingers racing up the sides of her fleshy breasts. High pitch laughter filled the small soundproof room as the freckle faced girl’s nails scratched close to the bound blonde’s underarms. Pinching up and down the cushiony flesh caused the rosy cheeked girl to squeal sharply, jumping with surprise each time the ten fingertips stroked her tender skin.

True to fashion the previous tickling had lit some embers, but it was the fondling of her breasts that really begun to stoke Tina’s fire. Distracted by the long nails spiraling circles around the outer edges of her areole, the nubile teen’s nipples had started to swell. Bouncing and jiggling, the young blonde’s bare breasts couldn’t escape the ten skilled tickling talons as they roamed freely over every square inch. Knowing from previous experience that she was warming the younger woman’s loins, Melissa wasn’t surprised to find a pair of stiffening nipples when she flickered her fingertips across them.

“Aiiieeheehee!” Tina bucked, her back arching as a wave of undesired desire rushed throughout her nerves. “Heeheaha! M-Melissahahaaiii!”

Once the older woman’s tender touched had made direct content with the vulnerable teen’s nipples, it took no time at all for them to grow fully erect. With tiny goose bumps peppering their delicate surface, Tina’s pink areole puffed lewdly, her rising arousal as unmistakable as it was insuppressible. Red in the face and with not a single defense, the pleading girl’s bright blue eyes began to well. Finally, only seconds before the damn of tears could overflow, Melissa ceased her assault.

“Muh..uhh…Melissa…” Cooing softly the watery eyed girl writhed as her attacker softly pinched both nipples between hers thumbs and index fingers. “St…stop…”

“Nuh-uhhh…you like iiiiit.” Melissa teased, peering around the half naked girl’s raised arm to see her biting her bottom lip.

“Uhhh…please n-oh…no…” Trying desperately to push the sighs and purrs of pleasure back down, the horny teen closed her eyes tight and breathed quickly through her nose.

“Miss Priss is gettin’ her fun at the fair!” The older girl’s verbal teasing made the entire situation that much more humiliating. “Ohh look, here comes our friend!”

On the opposite side of the two-way mirror, Orin wandered casually into view from the right. Carrying a red plastic bucket, the handsome fellow leaned forward to place it on the ground and out of the girl’s view. As he stood, the muscular man looked toward the glass, his focus not landing directly on anything in the dimly lit backroom. Struggling to pay attention as Melissa continued to massage her shamefully hard nipples, Tina was dying to know what trick it was she was supposed to perform, and wondering if there was anyway to signal for help with the use of her feet.

“Ahh! Ahhnn!” A sullen look crossed the blushing blonde’s face as she began to grind slowly against the air.

“Oh no no!” Melissa said, raking her long nails back across the sides of the buxom girl’s boobs before taking her hands away completely. “Can’t let yeh have too much fun!”

“Ahh…ahh…” Sighing with a mix of relief and denied pleasure, the hopelessly horny girl tried against reality to squeeze her legs together.

“Here we go...” The older girl said and stood next to her unwilling captive, Orin beginning to animate his arms and address the passing crowd.

While Tina writhed and tingled trying to cool her jets, the hunky older man on the other side of the glass began to draw attention. Though neither of the girls could hear Orin’s words, he was obviously an effective public speaker as numerous people stopped and listened. In less than minute a large semi-circle had formed, and as more interest collected the circle closed in tighter. Before long a sea of faces stood starring at the tattooed muscle man. A little calmer, now at least able to focus without the urge to rub herself against something, the blue eyed teen watched as the handsome man with his back turned worked the crowd.

“What are they doing?” Tina asked, looking back and forth between the show outside and the pigtail wearing girl standing beside her, as a tweedy middle aged fellow approached the mirror.

“You’ll find out in a second.” A wry smirk growing in the corners of her lips, the dark haired girl didn’t take her eyes off the glass.

“You have to tell me if I need to do something!” The concerned topless girl said, worried she wouldn’t make for a good performance as the tweedy fellow handed Orin a dollar bill. “I don’t want to mess up…”

“You won’t.” Melissa said, her smirk growing into a wicked leer as the tattooed hunk picked up the bucket, the middle aged man reaching into it.

“But I don’t even know wh…” Seeing the tweedy gentlemen pull a long white feather from the bucket, the anxious girl’s stomach suddenly sank causing her to fall silent.

“All you have to do…” Turning toward the petrified teen, the older girl’s lips had evolved into a full blown devil’s grin. “...is sit there.”

“N…no!” Tina squeaked with disbelief before Orin turned and began loosening the straps of her right sandal. “Nono! Th-they’re taking my shoes! St-stop them! Melissa please! Help me! D-don’t let them!”

“I don’t know why you’re so worried...” Running a hand along the younger woman’s thigh, the demonic bully eyed her prey. “…afraid you’re going to get all worked up again?”

“Noohno!” In her frenzied panic the stressed girl hadn’t even thought about how intensely aroused a foot feathering would make her, the line forming and the removal of her right sandal causing her to shake violently. “Please Melissa! Do something!”

“If I do anything…” Melissa said, her voice a husky whisper. “…it will be going out there to give Orin a dollar.”

“Heeeeelp!” The wide eyed girl hollered, hoping someone on the other side would hear her pleas as she felt the handsome man undo her other sandal. “Somebodyyyy! Help me please!”

“No one’s gonna help youuuu…” Pinching the yellow sundress, the older girl began to pull it further down the fitful blonde’s midriff.

Outside, Orin took the trapped teen’s second sandal and placed it gently on the ground next to its partner. The feather wielding fellow smiled bashfully and waved his feather toward the crowd, most clapping or appearing to egg him on. Dangling from the two holes, Tina’s bare feet squirmed with horrified anticipation, her buttery soft soles ripe for their pending doom. Waving a hand as if offering a fine meal, the handsome crowd master motioned toward the silky skinned feet before turning back toward the line. As the tweedy fellow approached, the line became longer and money changed hands in exchange for feathers.

“Nohoho…” Tina whined, tears of pure fear welling thick in her shivering eyes as she watched the middle aged man begin waving his avian assault weapon toward her. “PLEASE DON’T! NONAAAAHAHAIIIEE!”

Despite her final screaming plea, the soft white tendrils stroked up the poor girl’s agonizingly ticklish right sole. Exploding into strained riotous laughter, Tina arched her back hard and thrashed wildly against the wall and rope. As she shook, the busty teen’s exposed boobs wobbled, tears of tickled torment streaming down her cheeks. Unheard by the people outside, the tweedy older man clumsily dragged his feather up and down the howling teen’s tender sole, evidentially having no clue as to it’s powerful effect. Her actions unnoticed and far from a priority in the blonde’s whirling mind, Melissa continued to tug the yellow dress lower.

“Oop, looks like his turn’s up.” The sadistic bully said as the tweedy fellow dropped his feather back into the bucket, Tina’s now exposed midriff heaving with panicked breath.

“Pleaaase!” Crying openly, the forlorn blonde watched as a short chubby woman wandered over, a light blue feather pinched between her fingers. “Nohoho! STOP! Can’t you hear me?! Please, I’m in here!”

“Yeh know what would just be completely terrible…” Melissa said, wiggling her long nails toward Tina’s smooth tummy. “…if I tickled you too!”

“No! Nono!” Tina shook her head, the chubby woman waving her feather to the crowd’s cheers just as the man before her had done. “Nono! Stop them! STOP THEMMM!”

She wasn’t sure who started tickling her first, nor did the berserk blonde much care. Melissa’s terrible talons danced wistfully across her convulsing tummy, the short woman outside twirling a feather across Tina’s toes. Through stress, humiliation, physical strain or all three, a light sheen of sweat began to form across the shrieking girl’s creamy skin. Her entire torso exposed, the sundress bunched around her shaking hips, the poor young woman could only wail madly. Treating the tied teen’s stretched torso as their personal fairground, the older girl’s ten fingers scurried up and down the sides, around the tummy, under the arms, across the bouncing boobs and generally wreaked havoc wherever they played.

Chuckling with reserved amusement, the chubby woman watched as the unknown girl’s bare feet wriggled for an impossible escape. Tiny toes spread and bunched back together, the smooth rich soles wrinkling and stretching tight. Encouraged by the enthusiastic crowd, the short lady’s ears were apparently no better than the tweedy fellow who had gone before her. Mixed with the sounds of roaring rides and distant screams of excitement, hearing anything behind that mirror seemed most unlikely. Still, the way whoever it was feet’s moved, twitching and trying to avoid the feather’s touch was utterly delightful.

“Do you know what Orin told them?” Scraping her nails cruelly down the topless teen’s underarms, the pitiless country girl spoke even though she was sure her words would go unheard. “He told them; on the other side of this mirror is a girl who can’t be made to laugh. The only thing she’ll laugh at is your feeble attempts to tickle her!”

“YEEEIIIGHHHAHAHAA!” Flailing like a trapped animal, the tortured teen could hear nothing but her own uncontrollable laughter as the older girl’s hands squeezed viciously at her soft ribcage.

“He said you’re not even a little bit ticklish!” Melissa laughed, eagerly clawing at the turbulent teen’s sides. “He challenged them to try, said if anyone can make you laugh loud enough, he’ll give them a prize!”

Not that the reasoning ever would have mattered, even if she hadn’t been screaming tormented laughter the poor girl’s mind was so addled she barely knew where she was. Following the established procedure, the chubby woman dropped her feather in the bucket and another keen customer stepped forward. The break, if it could even be called that, lasted a few seconds at most, Melissa still keeping her voluptuous victim’s giggles flowing. After the short chubby woman, a lantern jawed cowboy who flicked his feather between both feet, and the turn after that stood a young skinny redneck stroking his feather across the tops of Tina’s toes.

In the whirlwind of inescapable ticklishness, the bouncing blonde’s burning libido had become a raging inferno. Beads of sweat dripped down her brow, breasts and stomach, pink tracks lining the wailing girl’s vulnerable torso where Melissa’s mischievous fingers repeatedly ran. Salty tears dropped in a steady stream from Tina’s aching jaw, splashing unceremoniously a top her jiggling boobs. Each new feather bought with it new techniques, every horrifying turn spiking the helpless girl’s lust. Some callously uncaring fair goers had even started purchasing two feathers allowing them to tickle both feet at once, the sweat soaked girl’s suffering doubling along with her arousal.

“Ohhoho! Look who it is!” Ceasing her ten finger fury, the dark haired woman took her tickle toy’s chin in hand, facing her toward the window.

“Cuhuh…Cody...hhh!” Tina gasped with heart shattering shock to see Holly’s boyishly handsome older brother approaching the mirror with a feather in each hand. “N-no! CODY! CODY HELP!”

“He’s gonna tickle youuuuu…” Melissa teased, skittering her nails quickly up the bewildered girl’s sides.

“Neehee! NONOPLEASE!” Shaking furiously the turned on teen watched as her hunky friend grinned, showing two bright red feathers to the approving crowd. “CODYYYY! CODY HELP MEEEE!”

“Oh he’s gonna tickle you so bad!” Making matters worse the tall woman forced giggles from the distraught blonde, fluttering her fingers across the tied girl’s tummy. “And I’m gonna tickle you too!”

“CODY NOOOO!” Tina screeched, her eyes bugging and neck straining toward the glass before the oblivious boy’s twin feathers drew lazily up the entire length of both bare soles. “YYEEIIIGGHHAAHAHAHA!”

Adding to the howling girl’s thrashing misery, Melissa let loose with her cruel claws once again. Ten terrible fingers danced up and down the ballistic blonde’s heaving rib cage, spidering around her bouncing bosom and flicking quickly across her swollen pink nipples. Worse still, Cody’s dual feathers had found their way under Tina’s severely ticklish toes, even sawing the fluffy tendrils back and forth between them. Gripping the feathers as best she could did little good, so weakened was the hysterical girl from the relentless onslaught.

Drenched in sweat, the slippery skinned teen’s hips thrust lewdly beneath her bunched up dress. Every swipe Melissa’s deft fingertips took across the disheveled blonde’s stiff nipples sent a rush of intense tingling throughout her nubile body, each time her petit toes spreading involuntarily. The pressure building, white hot and steaming in her loins, Tina shuddered mindlessly, screaming insane laughter and feeling every pang of lust. Barely seconds away from the tipping point, the tortured girl’s broken mind feared the release to come. Grinding against nothing, the buxom blonde gasped for much needed air, arched her back, and then the feathers and fingers stopped.

“Ohh…you were nearrrrrly there, weren’t you?” Melissa said, taking a step back to watch the heavily panting half naked girl writhe perversely as the teen’s only hope disappeared back into the crowd. “Too bad, it’s someone else’s turn.”

“Hhh! Hhhh! Cuhhh Codyyii…hhgn!” Sobbing openly the teary girl moaned, her mind dreading the end result while her voluptuous body hungered for it.

“Now, now, don’t fret.” The older girl said, taking the blubbering blonde’s dress in her hands and sliding it under her shapely butt, over her thighs until it sat bunched up around the tickled teen’s knees. “I’ll take gooood care of yeh.”

“Nuhuh…nooo…” Tina whimpered softly, her pink cotton panties revealed with a large damp patch soaking the front.

“Oh yessss…” Hissing that seductive hiss the freckle faced girl hooked her nimble index fingers around the wheezing blonde’s underwear and pulled slowly.

Slipping the sordid wet panties down to meet Tina’s dress, the pigtail wearing bully rendered her young victim completely nude. Raising her dark eyebrows, Melissa’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the teen’s succulently smooth pussy. Looking back toward the window, the bound younger woman squirming and crying behind her, the tall girl watched another happy customer approach, a giddy girl in a straw hat wielding two fluffy white feathers. Dropping to her knees the sadistic twenty one year old ducked quickly under the blonde’s long leg, popping her head up between the nude girl’s thick dripping thighs.

“L...lemmegohoho…” Mumbling her words with cries for and end to the torture, the poor girl watched through tear blurred vision as Melissa licked her own lips ravenously.

“When she starts ticklin’ yeh…” Melissa said, biting her bottom lip as the woman at the window showed her feathers to the crowd. “…I start lickin’ yeh!”

“Noho! Noho-noho-noho!” Tina’s breath fired rapidly, her sopping ripe pussy as unprotected as her bare ticklish soles.

“Onnnne…Twoooo…” The cruel woman between the teen’s legs said, punctuating each number with a small kiss on the helpless girl’s inner thigh. “…Three!”

As if in cahoots with each other, both unwanted attacks occurred in perfect terrifying synch. The two white feathers swirled across the balls of her bare feet while Melissa’s long wet tongue slurped between the teen’s saturated labia. Not knowing whether to laugh or moan, Tina simply shrieked an unnatural version of both. Almost immediately the hotly aroused blonde felt herself rush toward the edge, the older girl’s snaking tongue flicking it’s slick tip speedily across the berserk teen’s excruciatingly sensitive clit. Her pussy quivering, thrusting into the country girl’s mouth and thrashing against the fluttering feathers, the nude girl couldn’t take another second.

Even if Melissa had stopped greedily French-kissing her juicy pussy, or the girl with the straw hat had ceased her feather assault, the crazed teen had passed the point of no return. As it was the giddy girl outside waved both fluffy feathers determined to win herself a prize, and the demonic bully’s passion ravaged hungrily between Tina’s quaking thighs. Every muscle tensing, a strained screech exploded from behind clenched teeth as the young bound woman’s back arched. Her toes spread wide, feathers flickering beneath them, the red faced blonde’s entire naked frame convulsed violently, her sweat soaked face contorting with overwhelming ecstasy.

Squeezing her thighs, Tina bounced her bare butt rapidly a top the wooden crate as the ravenous bully’s freckled face became covered in the blonde’s thick liquid lust. As hot tingling spiked across her nude frame the poor girl’s nerve endings were on tense alert, every fluffy frond and quick lick intensified by the one that came before it. As trapped in her body rocking orgasm as she was the ropes and wall, the busty teen continued to scream. When Melissa’s deft fingers reached up to tickle her painfully erect nipples, the bound young woman began screaming anew. Thrust into a second sanity breaking surge of pleasure the delirious girl let loose a throat wrenching howl, which even gave the cruel woman between her legs a reason to pause.

Outside, unbeknownst to either of the girl’s behind the mirror, the young woman with the straw hat jumped up and down excitedly. Orin, looking less than impressed, wandered reluctantly beyond the window’s view. Returning a moment later with an enormous stuffed bear in his muscular arms, the tattooed man reluctantly handed it over. Forcing a smile the hunky older man addressed the crowd, appearing to congratulate the winner of his game and holding five fingers up, pointing to the spot he was standing. As the dark haired man walked away, the crowd dispersed a little, several people still standing around along with the long line up of patient would be challengers.

“What happened?!” Swinging the door open quickly, Orin marched into the dimly lit back room, stopping immediately to see the bound blonde nude, her long hair matting against sweat soaked skin. “What the hell is this?”

“Oh…you heard that?” Melissa asked with a proud smile as she ducked under the shuddering teen’s thighs.

“Everyone heard that!” The tattooed man said, striding toward the two girls and looking Tina up and down, still writhing through the remnants of her explosive multiple orgasm. “What did you do to her?! This wasn’t part of the deal!”

“Uhnnn…” Her head hanging limp, the heavily panting girl squirmed, thrusting sporadically as random squirts dripped from her steaming pussy.

“Those giant bears ain’t cheap yeh know!” Orin said, reaching up to the bound girl’s wrists and loosening the rope.

“Yeh can’t let her go…” The freckle faced woman protested as she watched the older man lower the nude girl from her restraints. “You’ve still got customers!”

“Too bad for me I guess!” The muscular man said, lifting the panel in the wall and pulling Tina’s feet out carefully. “She’s spent, look at her! If anyone tickles her now she’ll probably break the glass with her screamin’.”

“Whu…” Tina murmured in a bewildered haze as Orin scooped his strong arms around her, lifting her from the crate and placing her feet gently down onto the grass below.

“We can put something in her mouth!” Melissa suggested, thinking the idea would smooth things over instantly.

“Are you kidding me?” Orin asked rhetorically as he steadied the dizzy blonde with one hand, his other tugging up her soaked panties. “Any more of this and she’ll pass out!”

“Wouldn’t that be better?” Raising her eyebrows, the vicious vixen watched with disappointed as the tattooed man redressed the teary eyed blonde. “She won’t be able to make a sound!”

“Yeah? She won’t move her feet either.” The muscular fellow countered, stretching the rim of Tina’s dress over her busty breasts.

“Muh…my sh…shoes…” On shaky legs the barefoot teen could feel Orin’s hand pressing gently against the small of her back, guiding her toward the door.

“Yeh can head on around front and grab yeh sandals.” Orin said, stopping halfway and letting the exhausted girl off by herself, each step wobbling awkwardly.

“She has a friend you know…” Melissa said, another bright idea forming in her devious mind. “…cute little redhead working at the apple bobbing area.”

“I think I’ve had enough of your ideas.” The handsome man said sternly, turning his attention toward the dark haired girl as the tickled blonde approached the door. “Time I put you to better use!”

“What…?” Frowning with a rare confusion, the domineering bully took a step back as the tattooed man marched quickly toward her.

“We’re going to see how loud you can scream!” Orin stated, gripping the suddenly wide eyed young woman firmly by her elbow.

“Hey!” Melissa squealed as she was spun around, her back pressing against the stronger man’s chest before she knew what was happening. “Get off me!”

“You go on now!” Turning his head toward the door as he wrapped both arms around the kicking bully, the tattooed man looked at Tina standing in the frame of the open door.

“T-Tina!” The pigtail sporting girl called with increasing stress in her tone as Orin lifted her from the floor. “Tina wait! Wait, don’t go!”

“Get up there!” Orin demanded, hoisting Melissa up onto the wooden crate.

“Tinaaa!” Melissa cried, screaming as the true weight of her situation began to dawn on her. “I’m sorry! Help me! Please! I’M SORRY!”

Wearily, to the panicked apologies of the older girl, Tina stepped into the alley outside, and closed the door behind her.

The End.​
 
another explosive (heh) chapter. The Tina series are a classic!
 
Great fun. I was kind of expecting us to finally see Melissa get it, but alas, it looks like my dream of The four ladies from Tina: BFF getting it good in true Tina fashion has been put on hold.
 
Well Merry Christmas to us! Yep, I enjoyed it.

I'm looking forward to more antics with Tina and the Werner brothers before she leaves town? And will we hear about the Magurty's again? I love it when Holly gets it too. Just great job.
 
This is how I picture Tina:
 

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another explosive (heh) chapter. The Tina series are a classic!

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it -and the Tina series!

WOW great! Please more of Melissa and Tina...making a great pair!

I can't say when exactly, but we'll definitely be seeing Melissa again -she's just too cruel and terrifying for poor Tina to not have her around!

Great fun. I was kind of expecting us to finally see Melissa get it, but alas, it looks like my dream of The four ladies from Tina: BFF getting it good in true Tina fashion has been put on hold.

You want to see all four of them tickled...at once?! Good gracious, that is a lofty (although in my opinion completely reasonable) goal! Truth be told, I had enough trouble keeping track of just two 'lees in one story -let alone four! That said, now that Melissa and her cousin have been introduced into Tina's world, it's only a matter of time before they too end up under someone's wiggling fingers...

Well Merry Christmas to us! Yep, I enjoyed it.

I'm looking forward to more antics with Tina and the Werner brothers before she leaves town? And will we hear about the Magurty's again? I love it when Holly gets it too. Just great job.


Thank you kindly! Both the Magurty's and the Werner brothers will definitely be returning, but when I cannot say. For now Tina is heading back to 'burbs, but having her on the farm has been so much darn fun I expect a trip back there is quite inevitable. As for Holly and the other Werners (including the brothers!) you can follow their adventures over in the Hysteria Lane series :D

very good!

Thank you!

This is how I picture Tina:

Awesome! After so many years describing the character, it's always really interesting to see how other folks interpret her appearance. Thanks for the pics!
 
Great work my friend. Another winner in the Tina chronicles. Love the set up of this and how it all plays out.
 
Great work my friend. Another winner in the Tina chronicles. Love the set up of this and how it all plays out.

Thank you my friend! I don't think it would have worked out with a more intelligent character, haha! :D

Merry Christmas!
 
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