PeterVincentTGVK
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Belinda pulled up in front of William's apartment building. It didn't take too much of her focus or psychic abilities to figure out where the building was. As she pulled into the nearest parking space that she could find, she began to think about what she was about to attempt. She hadn't been tickled by anybody in forever. Not since she was in Elementary school. And for her, that was much longer ago than her supernaturally enhanced appearance would suggest.
Whether she was ticklish or not, she had to try to stop Heather, and the only way to do that was to endure the demon's tickle torture for ten minutes. She decided that she needed to take a few minutes to clear her head and mentally prep herself for the task.
Meanwhile...
Jeff had walked in at the wrong moment. For him anyways. It was the right moment for Heather. She had just finished off Sammie, who was now under Heather's control. Heather had decided to amuse herself by placing her and William in a cage in the corner of the room that Heather materialized. William and Sammie were forced to wear special pajamas with feathers patterned all over them. The two slaves sat silently, unable to speak or move as Loosey and Goosey restrained Jeff, holding his arms behind him with their steely grips. Heather approached Jeff.
“What have we here? Another strapping young man for my collection.” Heather purred.
“Let my friends go. Whatever you want, I could get it for you.” Jeff pleaded, not understanding the least bit what was going on.
“You have no idea what is happening here, do ya, handsome?” Heather walked up to Jeff until she was only a few precious inches from him.
“No. But I want my friends back.”
Heather laughed.
“Back? But they are right here. I'm not hurting them in any way. And besides, soon you are gonna join the club, so to speak.”
Heather decided not to waste any more time. She reached out and began to press into Jeff's ribs, kneading them like dough. She got no reaction, however. Loosey and Goosey, still in their goth and blonde guises, looked shocked. So did Heather.
“No?” Heather asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Are you seriously trying to tickle me, bitch? Nobody has ever been able to tickle me before in my life.” Jeff mocked Heather.
Heather stared into Jeff's eyes, trying to read his mind. She looked into his memories, seeing past times when he was tickled. Friends and family members who had poked his ribs or tummy, raked the soles of his feet with fingernails, kneaded his hips and sides. None of it had ever actually tickled him. In fact, he would typically use the time to fight back, easily overcoming his tickler and turning the tables on them.
Heather became determined. She grabbed Jeff's sides and wiggled her fingers. Nothing. The man simply wasn't ticklish.
Heather couldn't figure it out. She started to worry. It had already been about 4 minutes. She only had six more to get a rise out of him. She tired to think of what to do. She read his mind once more, trying to find a weakness. Jeff began to struggle against Loosey and Goosey, attempting to wrestle his arms free. They held him tight, but they were getting as concerned as Heather was. Heather was having no luck. She looked over at Loosey and Goosey. She had no idea why, but she couldn't help but notice how soft Goosey's blonde hair looked. Of course the creatures could change form at will, but that hair looked so soft, so light. Like a feather. It hit Heather like a ton of bricks:
Nobody had ever tried to tickle Jeff with a light touch. All of the memories she saw were more like rough housing than what a tickle should be. It was so simple. Heather delighted in the knowledge that she might very well be the first person who would get to teach this boy the meaning of the word tickle. But there had to be a way to have fun with such an opportunity. To really relish the moment. A painting hanging above the couch on the other side of the room gave her an idea.
“I do believe it's time to make a little art.” Heather claimed. Loosey and Goosey immediately understood what Heather meant. They both giggled and let Jeff go. Before he could get very far, however, Heather waved her hand in a grand gesture. In a flash, Jeff was completely naked and strapped to what looked like a vertical exam table. His wrists and ankles were spread apart and bound to the table by ribbons. There were holes in the table so that from the other side of it, Jeff's butt, and the areas behind his knees were visible... and accessable. He also noticed that other then his goatee and the hair on his head, his whole body had magically become completely hairless.
“Untie me now!” Jeff shouted.
“I can't untie you now, Jeff. Can't you see I have a class to teach?” Heather asked.
Jeff looked and saw that Loosey and Goosey had transformed. They were now identical twin Asian women with accentuated large breasts and asses. They wore skimpy schoolgirl outfits and had pigtails. If Jeff had ever seen these two women on the internet, he might have taken out his cock and gone to town on himself to them. Two school desks appeared and Loosey and Goosey both took their respective seats. Jeff looked back at Heather and saw that she was now dressed like an art teacher. A stereotypical one complete with a beret on her head and a pink smock with several assorted paintbrushes in the front pocket. She held up and paint palette with numerous different colors.
“Attention class!” Heather addressed Loosey and Goosey. “Welcome to Body Painting 101, taught by me, Heather Feathers!” Loosey and Goosey clapped, applauding their “teacher”.
“Thank you. Thank you.” Heather curtseyed. “Now we have a wonderful young volunteer for this exercise...”
Jeff spit at Heather, getting some saliva just under her right eye. She instantly stopped talking, wiped her face with her free hand, and gave him a look that spelled trouble. The look chilled Jeff, making him shiver slightly despite himself. Heather then went back to speaking to the girls.
“As I was saying, a wonderful young volunteer. We will start simple: Lines. Just straight lines.” Heather reached into her the pocket with the brushes and pulled out one that was a medium sized Filbert brush, dipped it in green paint from her palette, and brought the brush to the underside of Jeff's left wrist.
“You're gonna wish you hadn’t spit on me, you little bastard.” Heather whispered only loud enough for Jeff to hear as she smiled evilly. The demon's eyes, though undeniably beautiful, contained an air of menace. She dragged the tip of the brush downward, coating Jeff's skin with a green trail as the brush neared the inside of his elbow.
For the first time in his life, Jeff felt the tickle. He understood the power that the sensation had as it neared the inside of his elbow. He bit the inside of his lip as the brush traveled further down past his elbow.
“It's coming, Jeff-ey boy. You won't be able to help it. You will laugh, and you will be all mine...” Heather informed him as the brush drew closer and closer to his underarm. Jeff trembled from the touch and felt a smile grow on his face. The brush touched the hairless well of his armpit, and he was done for.
“hehehehhehehehe gehehhet that thing aahahahhayyy!”
Heather, Loosey, and Goosey all laughed triumphantly.
“Tickle tickle... How does it feel?... Tickle tickle... How does it feel?” Loosey and Goosey whispered in unison, taunting the giggling young man as Heather repeated the line down the other arm.
“Hehehehhehehehehehhe plehehehehehease nohhohohohohohoho” Jeff felt completely helpless for the first time in as long as he could remember. His cheeks grew bright red from humiliation. And then, a strange thing happened. He felt his cock flutter. He was getting hard. This embarrassed him further. Loosey and Goosey continued to tease him.
“Poor little baby can't take the tickles.”
“Look at his face. He's like a firetruck.”
“Never mind his face. Check out the erection.”
Heather abandoned the Filbert for a brush with fan brush, dipped it in pink and began to flutter the brush along Jeff's abdomen, drawing a six pack of abs on his skin. Heather grinned malevolently.
“Hehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehe Nohhhoohohohohoht there!” Jeff couldn't believe how ticklish his belly was. The bristles were breaking him down at top speed.
“Not there? But you seem so happy. Like it's a special happy area.” Heather and the twins picked on him mercilessly.
After she had finished the tummy art, Heather dropped the fan brush and took a minute to admire her painting. She heard Loosey and Goosey giggling though, and she turned to face them. She saw that Goosey had passed a note to Loosey, like the two mischievous schoolgirls they were pretending to be.
“What is that?” Heather asked sternly as Jeff tried to catch his breath. Loosey and Goosey looked marginally ashamed.
“It's a note.” Loosey answered with her head lowered.
“Well why don't you come up and share it with the entire class?” Heather suggested.
“Ugh... okay.” Loosey responded like a child being told to make her bed. She got up and half-walked half-stomped over to Heather. She then turned around and faced the “class” which was really just Goosey, and read the note aloud in a chipper tone.
“Jeff is so hot. Just look at that throbbing penis. I bet you could paint for days on that canvas!”
Jeff turned redder than he had ever been before.
“Either Jeff has developed one Hell of a sunburn, or he is bashful about the compliment.” Heather observed, “But, that is an interesting idea isn't it? I wonder if that would work nicely as a canvas.” Heather's smile was erotically eerie. She pulled out a new brush. This one was a round brush with a thin tip on the bristles. Heather swirled the tip of the brush in the orange paint slowly, letting Jeff watch as he grew twitchy.
“Are you scared, Jeff?” Heather asked as she kneeled down in front of him with the brush. “You should be.”
And with that, The brush closed in on the tender, taught skin of the underside of Jeff's erection, and danced just under the head...
“HAHHhahHHAhAhaheHAhAHEhAehHAEhAHEHAHEAH!!!” Jeff bellowed. Heather had to put the palette down and hold Jeff still with her other hand.
“Oh my! Look at this bronco buck!” Heather laughed as Loosey and Goosey tickled the air with their fingers in front of Jeff. Jeff was losing his mind as Heather painted little smiley faces all over his penis. Poke, poke, caress. Poke poke, caress. Poke, poke, caress. Before long, Jeff's cock was adorned with nearly 15 tiny smiling faces. All the while, Loosey and Goosey resumed their taunting.
“Pickle tickle! Pickle tickle!” They chanted softly.
Heather stopped.
“Only one thing left to do...” She said. Loosey and Goosey walked over to Jeff, making sure he saw that they each had a thick mop brush, the softest and fluffiest of paintbrushes. Heather pulled out her own.
“Wha-what are you gonna do?” Jeff asked fearfully. Loosey and Goosey both giggled, dipped their brushes in a sky blue colored paint, and walked around behind him so that he couldn't see. After a breathtakingly suspenseful moment of silence, Jeff's eyes grew wide as he felt the brushes touch him. Loosey and Goosey were drawing spirals on his naked butt cheeks.
“HHEHEHEHHhehEHehEHEHhehehehHEHHEhEhe HahahHAHhAHHAhAHHAHAHhhHhA!”
“Oh Je-eff!” Heather sang softly to get his attention. Giggling like a madman, Jeff looked down and saw Heather begin to dance her brush along his scrotum. The softness of the bristles against his flesh stole his breath right from him as he immediately dissolved into silent laughter. The brush merrily galavanted about. A stroke along the seam, a good dusting of each testicle one at at time. A rapid fluttering targeting the underside of the balls. Each touch brought a new kind of ticklish mirth from the poor man.
Belinda walked rapidly down the hallway coming towards the door to the apartment. She heard the hysterical laughter as well as the 3 feminine monster's teasing voices.
“Tickly wickly!”
“Poor boy. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself.”
“Oh wow!” Found another danger zone on the side of this testicle.”
“Jeff is so ticklish! Coochie coo!”
Belinda ran to the door and rushed into the room just in time to see Jeff ejaculate onto Heather's chest. She had begun stroking his cock as she tormented his balls.
“No! Let him go!” Belinda shouted.
“Too late!” Heather mocked, “He's mine!” Heather tickled and tickled even after Jeff's orgasm until he feinted. Loosey and Goosey high-fived each other and Heather stood up to face Belinda.
“You started this, witch.” Heather accused, “And you will not stop me from having my fun.”
“That's where you're wrong. I challenge you.”
Heather stopped and gave Belinda a shocked expression.
“Is that so? Little witch wants to challenge the mistress of laughter. You would never last.” Heather answered.
“Try me.” Belinda spat back defiantly.
Heather signaled for Loosey and Goosey.
“Uh uh.” Belinda shook her head. “Just you. If you are indeed such a wonderful tickler, you don't need help from them.”
Heather thought about it for a second.
“Fine” Heather agreed to the condition and Loosey and Goosey stopped in their tracks.
“I think I need you in a more compromising position though.” Heather stated. Jeff and the vertical table holding him vanished. With one more wave of Heather's hand, Belinda was suddenly tied spread eagle to a bed. Belinda gasped in surprise as she looked down at herself. She was wearing nothing.
“Is the nudity nessecary?” Belinda asked.
“Of course.” “Heather chuckled. “You need to feel vulnerable for maximum giggles. Knowing that I can see all of you... and touch anywhere I want, should make you feel skiddish. Now, let's begin.”
An hourglass appeared next to the bed and the sand began spilling. Heather took a seat on the bed at Belinda's right side.
“Get on with it.” Belinda said.
“No rush.” Heather responded quietly. “I have time. I can take it slow.”
Heather began to fondle Belinda's torso gingerly. Though she hadn't really started tickling yet, Belinda started to worry. Heather seemed so confident.
Heather looked down at her prey. She knew that a real tickler ought to appreciate the intimacy of the act. It was just as psychological as it was physical. She needed to make Belinda psychically relax and let her guard down while mentally keep her on edge. She decided a nice tummy rub was in order.
Heather began to run the palm of her right hand over the soft tummy. She was so gentle that it tickled Belinda a bit without it even seeming like Heather was trying yet. Belinda and Heather both watched as the tummy muscles twitched and jumped here and there with little movements. Heather just smiled warmly down at Heather. Belinda was still very ticklish. She knew it. And Heather knew it. Heather found a soft spot on Belinda's lower tummy that made Belinda shiver. She decided to focus her soft rubbing on that spot, gliding her palm over it again and again. Belinda felt a finger enter her bellybutton and press gently before a nail scratched lightly at the knot inside. Oh my God, Belinda thought. She certainly would not be able to handle that for too long. Heather pulled the finger out and Belinda silently thanked God.
“How are you feeling, Sweetie?” Heather asked with a maternal tone. “You must feel pretty nice because you nipples are hard.”
Belinda realized that Heather was right. The gentle teasing was making Belinda's skin crawl, but it was also somewhat erotic. She tried not to think about it and regain her focus.
Heather looked up at the hourglass and saw that 5 minutes had already passed. She needed to step it up a notch. She got up off of the bed and moved down to Belinda's bare feet. She knelt down and Belinda looked towards the bottom of the bed. All Belinda saw was Heather's smiling face.
“Time to see if you are a real girl scout, or just a tenderfoot.” Heather joked, causing Loosey and Goosey to chortle from where they stood.
Belinda felt Heather's nails lovingly tickle at her heels. She closed her eyes and took a breath. The nails started to move upward, tickling the insteps of Belinda's feet.
“So many nerves in the bottoms of one's feet,” Heather began to explain as she spoke to Loosey and Goosey. “Particularly on the sides of the feet, right in the center here...” A couple of pokes to the middles of Belinda's soles made her have to catch a giggle in her throat. She had to hold on and stay focused. “...And especially underneath the toes.”
The nails danced under Belinda's toes and she began shaking. She looked over at the hourglass. She only needed to hold out for two more minutes.
“Loosey, Goosey, do you know why it's important to verbally tease your victim?” Heather inquired.
“Nope.” They both answered in unison.
“Well, it's all in the mind.” Heather informed. “the brain works a lot faster than the mouth does. For everything that is said to a person, there are maybe at least 5 times that it crosses that person's mind. They don't notice it of course. They are only subconsciously aware of it. But it takes a toll.
The nails now tickled at random all over the feet. A scratch at the soles, a trace along the instep, a gentle piggying of a toe...
Tears were forming in Belinda's eyes. If only she could hold on for 1 more minute. But Heather wouldn't shut up.
“So you see... speaking in a nurturing but teasing tone to your victim not only accentuates the sensation, but everything you say registers over and over again whether they want to or not. For example, I can tell little Belinda here how much her toes are wiggling right now. Or maybe even how red her face is trying to hold in the laughter. She is ticklish. She is very ticklish. And she can't stop thinking about it if I keep reminding her. Doesn't she seem ticklish, girls?”
The nails now focused on the sweet spots under the toes. Belinda was so close.
“Oh yeah, she does seem to be shaking a lot and her feet are moving around like crazy trying to get away from your nails” Loosey noticed.
“And there is a huge smile on her face. You can even see her teeth.” Goosey pointed out.
Heather looked down at Belinda. She had her right where she wanted her.
“Hey, witch...” Belinda opened her eyes and Heather in the eyes. Heather smiled sweetly.
“Tickle tickle...” Heather chirped innocently.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”
And just like that... it all ended. Our last hope died with Belinda's sensitivity. Heather, The Tickle Demon is loose. And if you aren't careful dear reader... she might set her sights on YOU!
Whether she was ticklish or not, she had to try to stop Heather, and the only way to do that was to endure the demon's tickle torture for ten minutes. She decided that she needed to take a few minutes to clear her head and mentally prep herself for the task.
Meanwhile...
Jeff had walked in at the wrong moment. For him anyways. It was the right moment for Heather. She had just finished off Sammie, who was now under Heather's control. Heather had decided to amuse herself by placing her and William in a cage in the corner of the room that Heather materialized. William and Sammie were forced to wear special pajamas with feathers patterned all over them. The two slaves sat silently, unable to speak or move as Loosey and Goosey restrained Jeff, holding his arms behind him with their steely grips. Heather approached Jeff.
“What have we here? Another strapping young man for my collection.” Heather purred.
“Let my friends go. Whatever you want, I could get it for you.” Jeff pleaded, not understanding the least bit what was going on.
“You have no idea what is happening here, do ya, handsome?” Heather walked up to Jeff until she was only a few precious inches from him.
“No. But I want my friends back.”
Heather laughed.
“Back? But they are right here. I'm not hurting them in any way. And besides, soon you are gonna join the club, so to speak.”
Heather decided not to waste any more time. She reached out and began to press into Jeff's ribs, kneading them like dough. She got no reaction, however. Loosey and Goosey, still in their goth and blonde guises, looked shocked. So did Heather.
“No?” Heather asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Are you seriously trying to tickle me, bitch? Nobody has ever been able to tickle me before in my life.” Jeff mocked Heather.
Heather stared into Jeff's eyes, trying to read his mind. She looked into his memories, seeing past times when he was tickled. Friends and family members who had poked his ribs or tummy, raked the soles of his feet with fingernails, kneaded his hips and sides. None of it had ever actually tickled him. In fact, he would typically use the time to fight back, easily overcoming his tickler and turning the tables on them.
Heather became determined. She grabbed Jeff's sides and wiggled her fingers. Nothing. The man simply wasn't ticklish.
Heather couldn't figure it out. She started to worry. It had already been about 4 minutes. She only had six more to get a rise out of him. She tired to think of what to do. She read his mind once more, trying to find a weakness. Jeff began to struggle against Loosey and Goosey, attempting to wrestle his arms free. They held him tight, but they were getting as concerned as Heather was. Heather was having no luck. She looked over at Loosey and Goosey. She had no idea why, but she couldn't help but notice how soft Goosey's blonde hair looked. Of course the creatures could change form at will, but that hair looked so soft, so light. Like a feather. It hit Heather like a ton of bricks:
Nobody had ever tried to tickle Jeff with a light touch. All of the memories she saw were more like rough housing than what a tickle should be. It was so simple. Heather delighted in the knowledge that she might very well be the first person who would get to teach this boy the meaning of the word tickle. But there had to be a way to have fun with such an opportunity. To really relish the moment. A painting hanging above the couch on the other side of the room gave her an idea.
“I do believe it's time to make a little art.” Heather claimed. Loosey and Goosey immediately understood what Heather meant. They both giggled and let Jeff go. Before he could get very far, however, Heather waved her hand in a grand gesture. In a flash, Jeff was completely naked and strapped to what looked like a vertical exam table. His wrists and ankles were spread apart and bound to the table by ribbons. There were holes in the table so that from the other side of it, Jeff's butt, and the areas behind his knees were visible... and accessable. He also noticed that other then his goatee and the hair on his head, his whole body had magically become completely hairless.
“Untie me now!” Jeff shouted.
“I can't untie you now, Jeff. Can't you see I have a class to teach?” Heather asked.
Jeff looked and saw that Loosey and Goosey had transformed. They were now identical twin Asian women with accentuated large breasts and asses. They wore skimpy schoolgirl outfits and had pigtails. If Jeff had ever seen these two women on the internet, he might have taken out his cock and gone to town on himself to them. Two school desks appeared and Loosey and Goosey both took their respective seats. Jeff looked back at Heather and saw that she was now dressed like an art teacher. A stereotypical one complete with a beret on her head and a pink smock with several assorted paintbrushes in the front pocket. She held up and paint palette with numerous different colors.
“Attention class!” Heather addressed Loosey and Goosey. “Welcome to Body Painting 101, taught by me, Heather Feathers!” Loosey and Goosey clapped, applauding their “teacher”.
“Thank you. Thank you.” Heather curtseyed. “Now we have a wonderful young volunteer for this exercise...”
Jeff spit at Heather, getting some saliva just under her right eye. She instantly stopped talking, wiped her face with her free hand, and gave him a look that spelled trouble. The look chilled Jeff, making him shiver slightly despite himself. Heather then went back to speaking to the girls.
“As I was saying, a wonderful young volunteer. We will start simple: Lines. Just straight lines.” Heather reached into her the pocket with the brushes and pulled out one that was a medium sized Filbert brush, dipped it in green paint from her palette, and brought the brush to the underside of Jeff's left wrist.
“You're gonna wish you hadn’t spit on me, you little bastard.” Heather whispered only loud enough for Jeff to hear as she smiled evilly. The demon's eyes, though undeniably beautiful, contained an air of menace. She dragged the tip of the brush downward, coating Jeff's skin with a green trail as the brush neared the inside of his elbow.
For the first time in his life, Jeff felt the tickle. He understood the power that the sensation had as it neared the inside of his elbow. He bit the inside of his lip as the brush traveled further down past his elbow.
“It's coming, Jeff-ey boy. You won't be able to help it. You will laugh, and you will be all mine...” Heather informed him as the brush drew closer and closer to his underarm. Jeff trembled from the touch and felt a smile grow on his face. The brush touched the hairless well of his armpit, and he was done for.
“hehehehhehehehe gehehhet that thing aahahahhayyy!”
Heather, Loosey, and Goosey all laughed triumphantly.
“Tickle tickle... How does it feel?... Tickle tickle... How does it feel?” Loosey and Goosey whispered in unison, taunting the giggling young man as Heather repeated the line down the other arm.
“Hehehehhehehehehehhe plehehehehehease nohhohohohohohoho” Jeff felt completely helpless for the first time in as long as he could remember. His cheeks grew bright red from humiliation. And then, a strange thing happened. He felt his cock flutter. He was getting hard. This embarrassed him further. Loosey and Goosey continued to tease him.
“Poor little baby can't take the tickles.”
“Look at his face. He's like a firetruck.”
“Never mind his face. Check out the erection.”
Heather abandoned the Filbert for a brush with fan brush, dipped it in pink and began to flutter the brush along Jeff's abdomen, drawing a six pack of abs on his skin. Heather grinned malevolently.
“Hehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehe Nohhhoohohohohoht there!” Jeff couldn't believe how ticklish his belly was. The bristles were breaking him down at top speed.
“Not there? But you seem so happy. Like it's a special happy area.” Heather and the twins picked on him mercilessly.
After she had finished the tummy art, Heather dropped the fan brush and took a minute to admire her painting. She heard Loosey and Goosey giggling though, and she turned to face them. She saw that Goosey had passed a note to Loosey, like the two mischievous schoolgirls they were pretending to be.
“What is that?” Heather asked sternly as Jeff tried to catch his breath. Loosey and Goosey looked marginally ashamed.
“It's a note.” Loosey answered with her head lowered.
“Well why don't you come up and share it with the entire class?” Heather suggested.
“Ugh... okay.” Loosey responded like a child being told to make her bed. She got up and half-walked half-stomped over to Heather. She then turned around and faced the “class” which was really just Goosey, and read the note aloud in a chipper tone.
“Jeff is so hot. Just look at that throbbing penis. I bet you could paint for days on that canvas!”
Jeff turned redder than he had ever been before.
“Either Jeff has developed one Hell of a sunburn, or he is bashful about the compliment.” Heather observed, “But, that is an interesting idea isn't it? I wonder if that would work nicely as a canvas.” Heather's smile was erotically eerie. She pulled out a new brush. This one was a round brush with a thin tip on the bristles. Heather swirled the tip of the brush in the orange paint slowly, letting Jeff watch as he grew twitchy.
“Are you scared, Jeff?” Heather asked as she kneeled down in front of him with the brush. “You should be.”
And with that, The brush closed in on the tender, taught skin of the underside of Jeff's erection, and danced just under the head...
“HAHHhahHHAhAhaheHAhAHEhAehHAEhAHEHAHEAH!!!” Jeff bellowed. Heather had to put the palette down and hold Jeff still with her other hand.
“Oh my! Look at this bronco buck!” Heather laughed as Loosey and Goosey tickled the air with their fingers in front of Jeff. Jeff was losing his mind as Heather painted little smiley faces all over his penis. Poke, poke, caress. Poke poke, caress. Poke, poke, caress. Before long, Jeff's cock was adorned with nearly 15 tiny smiling faces. All the while, Loosey and Goosey resumed their taunting.
“Pickle tickle! Pickle tickle!” They chanted softly.
Heather stopped.
“Only one thing left to do...” She said. Loosey and Goosey walked over to Jeff, making sure he saw that they each had a thick mop brush, the softest and fluffiest of paintbrushes. Heather pulled out her own.
“Wha-what are you gonna do?” Jeff asked fearfully. Loosey and Goosey both giggled, dipped their brushes in a sky blue colored paint, and walked around behind him so that he couldn't see. After a breathtakingly suspenseful moment of silence, Jeff's eyes grew wide as he felt the brushes touch him. Loosey and Goosey were drawing spirals on his naked butt cheeks.
“HHEHEHEHHhehEHehEHEHhehehehHEHHEhEhe HahahHAHhAHHAhAHHAHAHhhHhA!”
“Oh Je-eff!” Heather sang softly to get his attention. Giggling like a madman, Jeff looked down and saw Heather begin to dance her brush along his scrotum. The softness of the bristles against his flesh stole his breath right from him as he immediately dissolved into silent laughter. The brush merrily galavanted about. A stroke along the seam, a good dusting of each testicle one at at time. A rapid fluttering targeting the underside of the balls. Each touch brought a new kind of ticklish mirth from the poor man.
Belinda walked rapidly down the hallway coming towards the door to the apartment. She heard the hysterical laughter as well as the 3 feminine monster's teasing voices.
“Tickly wickly!”
“Poor boy. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself.”
“Oh wow!” Found another danger zone on the side of this testicle.”
“Jeff is so ticklish! Coochie coo!”
Belinda ran to the door and rushed into the room just in time to see Jeff ejaculate onto Heather's chest. She had begun stroking his cock as she tormented his balls.
“No! Let him go!” Belinda shouted.
“Too late!” Heather mocked, “He's mine!” Heather tickled and tickled even after Jeff's orgasm until he feinted. Loosey and Goosey high-fived each other and Heather stood up to face Belinda.
“You started this, witch.” Heather accused, “And you will not stop me from having my fun.”
“That's where you're wrong. I challenge you.”
Heather stopped and gave Belinda a shocked expression.
“Is that so? Little witch wants to challenge the mistress of laughter. You would never last.” Heather answered.
“Try me.” Belinda spat back defiantly.
Heather signaled for Loosey and Goosey.
“Uh uh.” Belinda shook her head. “Just you. If you are indeed such a wonderful tickler, you don't need help from them.”
Heather thought about it for a second.
“Fine” Heather agreed to the condition and Loosey and Goosey stopped in their tracks.
“I think I need you in a more compromising position though.” Heather stated. Jeff and the vertical table holding him vanished. With one more wave of Heather's hand, Belinda was suddenly tied spread eagle to a bed. Belinda gasped in surprise as she looked down at herself. She was wearing nothing.
“Is the nudity nessecary?” Belinda asked.
“Of course.” “Heather chuckled. “You need to feel vulnerable for maximum giggles. Knowing that I can see all of you... and touch anywhere I want, should make you feel skiddish. Now, let's begin.”
An hourglass appeared next to the bed and the sand began spilling. Heather took a seat on the bed at Belinda's right side.
“Get on with it.” Belinda said.
“No rush.” Heather responded quietly. “I have time. I can take it slow.”
Heather began to fondle Belinda's torso gingerly. Though she hadn't really started tickling yet, Belinda started to worry. Heather seemed so confident.
Heather looked down at her prey. She knew that a real tickler ought to appreciate the intimacy of the act. It was just as psychological as it was physical. She needed to make Belinda psychically relax and let her guard down while mentally keep her on edge. She decided a nice tummy rub was in order.
Heather began to run the palm of her right hand over the soft tummy. She was so gentle that it tickled Belinda a bit without it even seeming like Heather was trying yet. Belinda and Heather both watched as the tummy muscles twitched and jumped here and there with little movements. Heather just smiled warmly down at Heather. Belinda was still very ticklish. She knew it. And Heather knew it. Heather found a soft spot on Belinda's lower tummy that made Belinda shiver. She decided to focus her soft rubbing on that spot, gliding her palm over it again and again. Belinda felt a finger enter her bellybutton and press gently before a nail scratched lightly at the knot inside. Oh my God, Belinda thought. She certainly would not be able to handle that for too long. Heather pulled the finger out and Belinda silently thanked God.
“How are you feeling, Sweetie?” Heather asked with a maternal tone. “You must feel pretty nice because you nipples are hard.”
Belinda realized that Heather was right. The gentle teasing was making Belinda's skin crawl, but it was also somewhat erotic. She tried not to think about it and regain her focus.
Heather looked up at the hourglass and saw that 5 minutes had already passed. She needed to step it up a notch. She got up off of the bed and moved down to Belinda's bare feet. She knelt down and Belinda looked towards the bottom of the bed. All Belinda saw was Heather's smiling face.
“Time to see if you are a real girl scout, or just a tenderfoot.” Heather joked, causing Loosey and Goosey to chortle from where they stood.
Belinda felt Heather's nails lovingly tickle at her heels. She closed her eyes and took a breath. The nails started to move upward, tickling the insteps of Belinda's feet.
“So many nerves in the bottoms of one's feet,” Heather began to explain as she spoke to Loosey and Goosey. “Particularly on the sides of the feet, right in the center here...” A couple of pokes to the middles of Belinda's soles made her have to catch a giggle in her throat. She had to hold on and stay focused. “...And especially underneath the toes.”
The nails danced under Belinda's toes and she began shaking. She looked over at the hourglass. She only needed to hold out for two more minutes.
“Loosey, Goosey, do you know why it's important to verbally tease your victim?” Heather inquired.
“Nope.” They both answered in unison.
“Well, it's all in the mind.” Heather informed. “the brain works a lot faster than the mouth does. For everything that is said to a person, there are maybe at least 5 times that it crosses that person's mind. They don't notice it of course. They are only subconsciously aware of it. But it takes a toll.
The nails now tickled at random all over the feet. A scratch at the soles, a trace along the instep, a gentle piggying of a toe...
Tears were forming in Belinda's eyes. If only she could hold on for 1 more minute. But Heather wouldn't shut up.
“So you see... speaking in a nurturing but teasing tone to your victim not only accentuates the sensation, but everything you say registers over and over again whether they want to or not. For example, I can tell little Belinda here how much her toes are wiggling right now. Or maybe even how red her face is trying to hold in the laughter. She is ticklish. She is very ticklish. And she can't stop thinking about it if I keep reminding her. Doesn't she seem ticklish, girls?”
The nails now focused on the sweet spots under the toes. Belinda was so close.
“Oh yeah, she does seem to be shaking a lot and her feet are moving around like crazy trying to get away from your nails” Loosey noticed.
“And there is a huge smile on her face. You can even see her teeth.” Goosey pointed out.
Heather looked down at Belinda. She had her right where she wanted her.
“Hey, witch...” Belinda opened her eyes and Heather in the eyes. Heather smiled sweetly.
“Tickle tickle...” Heather chirped innocently.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”
And just like that... it all ended. Our last hope died with Belinda's sensitivity. Heather, The Tickle Demon is loose. And if you aren't careful dear reader... she might set her sights on YOU!
