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The characters in this story are Dodger and Katie Wilson who are Youtube gamer/vloggers. The story was a request by another person.
Dodger (Brooke Leigh Lawson) –
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Katie Wilson –
http://41.media.tumblr.com/01723c2681026ac4823ef0e3bb8c9797/tumblr_nsoohpeaQz1ree34bo1_500.jpg
Enjoy!
Katie Wilson and Dodger Leigh were scheduled to do an interview in Los Angeles with a documentary crew about the history and rise of Youtube stardom. Both girls agreed to have lunch beforehand, so Katie brought some food over to Dodger’s place.
She arrived wearing jeans and her loose blonde locks hanging over a sleeveless blue blouse. Her nails were painted a metallic blue color to match the shirt. Dodger was wearing a black tank top with an unbuttoned grey cardigan over her arms, and jeans. Her hair was dyed in her common silver-blonde with light pink streaks in the tips.
The interviews were scheduled in the afternoon so the girls had some time to kill. They hung out and shot a quick update video to be posted on one of their channels about their upcoming interview that day.
Katie got up and circled around Dodger’s chair to reach up for an HDMI cord on the shelf. Dodger couldn’t help but notice her loose blouse hanging right next to her head. She was tempted by a moment of playfulness..
“Must be nice to not be so short…” Dodger remarked as she reached under Katie’s shirt a bit and gently paw-scratched down the side of her exposed stretched lower belly with her black polished fingernails. Katie immediately felt her nerves quiver.
“EEEK!” she yelped as she jumped back. Dodger grinned lightheartedly.
“Yeah, it is nice.” Katie replied bluntly, making light of the fact that Dodger was only 5 feet tall and Katie had a good 7-8 inches on her.
They continued on, hanging in her room and chatting. Dodger eventually sat on the bed with her bare feet straight out in front of her as she leaned against the headboard. Katie was sitting in an office-type chair and spun around catching view of Dodger’s ultra-pale white soles and pink toes and heels. She saw this as a chance to tease back.
Dodger was looking at her laptop in her lap, unsuspecting of Katie. She turned her wrists underhand and began to spider tickle against Dodger’s soft soles.
Dodger’s eyes grew large in the moment before she cracked a giggling smile and pulled her feet back.
“HAahehe! No, my feet are so ticklish!” She says like she’s asking Katie to not tickle her.
“Are they?” Katie gets up and grabs one ankle, then scrapes her nails a bit deeper into her sole.
“NOO!” Dodger squeals, pulling her feet away strongly, causing Katie to fall onto the bed. Dodger immediately pounces at her side, squeezing her fingers into her ribs and soft oblique. Katie coils her side away then rolls over on her back laughing- putting her arms against her sides.
Dodger postures up and sinks her fingers into Katie’s tummy, causing her to break out laughing more.
“AHHAHAHA!!! Rrr, You’re gonna get it now! hehehehe” Katie bellows then giggles.
She reaches out to tickle Dodger while trying to not to be too ticklish to fight back. Dodger keels over when Katie reaches her ribs and starts laughing too. Dodger goes for Katie’s feet, inducing some deep laughter from Katie, a weak spot for her.
The two girls trade several tickle attacks while trying to swat each other’s hands away. Eventually Katie jumps onto Dodger and overpowers her- grabbing her wrists and holding them down as she straddles her stomach.
“NO!” Dodger protests with a deeper voice and big eyes, realizing she’s in a very vulnerable position now. Katie spots two of Dodger’s long winter socks hanging off the side of the bed… She holds Dodger’s wrists down with one hand and grabs the socks, proceeding to tie each of Dodger’s wrists tightly to the bars in the middle of the bed’s headframe. Dodger cant get up or fight her off.
“Stop! This is SO not fair!!” Dodger continues to protest playfully, but slightly worried.
“Shouldna started it!” Katie replies mischievously. She flips around, still straddling over her waist, and uses a stray shirt to tie her ankles together. Dodger flails her feet, trying to escape unsuccessfully. Katie only scooches down to her knees, flattening them against the bed.
Once they’re tied, Dodger abruptly feels Katie’s wicked, sharp blue nails run torturously slowly up her nerve-loaded soles.
“NYYYOOHOHOHO!!!” She howls, pinching her eyes shut while laughing. She pulls on her wrist restraints. Her feet twitch and shake. She squirms and wiggles as Katie starts spidering her fingertips all over her feet- running up the soles, focusing on the meaty flesh below the toes, then finally digging into the toes’ undersides while Dodger tries to close access to them off, flexing them shut.
“IT TICKLES!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!!” Dodger pleads, bucking her upper body and shaking.
Katie starts to get tired of fighting her feet and rotates around again, sitting heavily on her thighs.
Dodger’s cardigan is still covering her armpits and sides but her tight tank top has ridden up along her lower belly and waist.
“Don’t you dare Katie!” Dodger halfway warns/begs alarmingly as Katie eyes her belly with an evil glint.
Katie rests her wrists on Dodger’s jeans at the top of the waist. They both stare at each other. Dodger tries to form her mouth for words to warn her again, but cracks a big, nervous smile when Katie flexes her fingernails like claws and dangles them just inches away from her belly. “S-STOP!” she stutters.
She sucks her stomach in taut out of anticipation, flexing the muscles in and sinking her belly down. Katie teases her wiggling nails for several agonizing moments, making Dodger further dread the anxiety of her soft stomach getting tickled. Her belly quivers from flexing so tightly for so long.
“Please don’t!” She chirps, trying to not breathe and let her stomach rise up to the tickling nails.
Katie finally grazes her skin, crawling her nails up and down on the surface of Dodger’s ticklish inner hips and tummy below her navel, only where the skin is exposed.
“Tsss-tstss…” Her belly starts to bounce tightly.
“What does it tickle?” Katie taunts. Dodger can hardly stand it. “STAHAHAP!” She laughs a bit, smiling.
She wiggles, unable to stop flexing her stomach and hips up towards Katie out of ticklish reaction. She smiles widely, resisting the urge to laugh, turning her head away. Her nerves can only take the nail teasing for so long before they spasm wildly in an effort to get away from the sensation. Her hips arch then drop back down into the mattress as she tries to pull her legs up to protect her. She begs helplessly giggling, powerless to stop Katie.
“Nohohoho Katie! I cant! Hahahah! I CANT! It tickles so baaadd! I hate getting tickled!!!” She squeals again.
Ever since she was young, one of Dodger’s worst fears was to be tickled mercilessly since she was such a short, small girl and had been pinned and tickled before. But Katie is absolutely loving the ticklish squeals and desperation in Dodger’s voice.
“Aww it tickles huh? Kootchy Kootchy cooo!” Katie taunts, making Dodger feel even more ticklish and helpless while she tickles the extremely sensitive, exposed strip of her waist and stomach. Dodger’s hands and nails cringe while she pulls on her restraints.
Katie drags the back of her nails up Dodger’s belly, pushing her shirt back as she does it to expose all of her soft white tummy. She begins raking her nails up and down her belly slowly, raking one hand up when the other goes down the other side. She adds some kneading wiggles to her fingertips as she rakes slightly deeper.
Dodger starts to giggle intensely. So Katie does it faster and faster… and faster! Relentlessly! - Full on tickle torturing Dodger’s ticklish tummy!
“STAAAHP! STAAAAAAHHAHAHAP!!!!! NOHOHO MORE! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!” She begs, bawling urgently with uncontrollable laughter- starting to lose her breath from the relentless belly tickling. Her abs feel so weakened. She shuffles her feet and shakes her bonded ankles at the end of the bed.
Katie slows down and starts teasing her belly button, flicking the nail of her index finger up and down the rim of Dodger’s thin, elongated navel. It makes her belly bounce with each swing of the nail. She tries to swivel her hips but Katie has her pinned good. Dodger looks down to see Katie’s flashy blue-polished nail rear up then dive down and tap the bottom of her navel, sending little poking tickles directly into her stomach.
“Rrgghh stohohop Katie, it tickles!” she pinches her shoulder blades toward each other, slightly arching her back. The tickling progressively gets worse. Katie implements another finger then another, scribbling into the middle of her belly and the rim of her belly button with 3 fingers. She leans down and braces herself with her other arm.
“Gaahhahhahehehehhee!! Im so sensihitive thehehehere uhh-mygahahahad!!” Katie turns Dodger into a breathless, giggling mess. Dodger can only shake her head and squint her eyes laughing, her arms occasionally tensing up and flexing.
“You’re sensitive everywhere though Dodger” She glides her nails out to her sides and strokes them up and down.
“Oh god!” Dodger cries, her sides quivering, waiting for the tickling to consume her again. Katie grins then lets loose.
“Kitchy coo!” She kneads her fingers into her tender, white sides. Dodger’s torso stiffens and convulses while she hollers laughing.
“AAAHAAHAHHAHAH GOD NO! HAHAHAHAHAA!!! MMMAAAHAHAH!!!” Turning her head side to side, grimacing through her laughs.
Katie stops to move toward her armpits and spreads her cardigan sleeves back and up her arms- away from her soft smooth underarms. Dodger cowers into the bed, trying to regain her breath. “OK! Im sorry!! Im sorry I tickled you first! I was just playing around! I can’t take this anymore, Im so ticklish!”
“Aww, well Im just playing around too!” Katie sings, teasing Dodger.
“NOOO! No its driving me NUTS!!! Im tied down! Please let me go..” Her face looks so submissive- her eyebrows pooched in the middle and her eyes big and begging; her mouth slightly frowning and pouting, pleading for clemency.
Katie only grins at her- a wicked look in her eye.
Dodger’s face turns to an uncontrollable smile as Katie taps and scrapes her nails ever so lightly around the edges near her armpits. She scratches and teases until Dodger giggles frantically with anticipation.
“Neehehehe no hehehe Katieeehehe!” Katie finally taps directly into her armpits. Dodger explodes with laughter! Her mouth pries open with a giant jaw widening smile, throwing her head back as she howls with laughter toward the ceiling with pinched-shut eyes and rosy red cheeks. Then Katie slides her fingers behind her underarms and slips her thumbs into the hollows of her armpits –slowly and deeply rubbing.
“BAAAAHAHAHAHA!! NOOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOT THERE!! Not THERE!” She shrieks and squeals out her pleas in the midst of loud, full laughter. Katie’s found the perfect technique to drive her crazy, gently but deeply rubbing a small, soft pressure point in her tensed up armpits. Katie only smiles with enjoyment, tickling her helpless captive whose now forced to throw her head side to side as her shoulders try to pivot her armpits away from the torture.
Katie is getting her so good, she can’t stand it.
“Katie STAHP!!!” She begs, slightly more serious, be driven mad by the tickling, feeling weak. Katie goes back to dancing her nails across her entire armpits, still making Dodger seize and try to twist for a minute.
She switches to her ribs, squeezing and kneading them, making poor little Dodger cringe with cute, torturous laughter. Dodger’s laughter changes volume and pitch, signaling a paralyzing, fatigued tone. She really can’t take the rib tickling but she’s getting too tired to fight it anymore.
“OHHhhoho my Gohohod!! You’re ehihhivil! Don’t!! Plehehehease!” She arches her back off the bed weakly, begging right up to Katie’s face as her arms remain held back.
Unfortunately for her, Katie is still loving it too much- seeing playful, cute little Dodger begging to not be tickled has bring out her sadistic side.
After tickling Dodger for a couple minutes more all over her upper body, Dodger has sweat on her head. Her face is red with helpless laughter and giggles. Katie stops and gets off her, leaving her laying there exhausted and tied down while she stands up with her hands on her hips.
Dodger gulps to rewet her mouth and throat, catching her breath, panting with her chest rising and collapsing.
“Im gonna get you back for this Katie” she mutters dizzily.
“Oh are you?” Katie replies. She sits back on the bed, next to her feet and wraps an arm around her tied ankles.
“No Katie STOP!” She begs, smiling again fearfully.
Katie starts raking her nails into her arches, making her giggle and squirm like a worm, bucking her pelvis weakly and trying twisting her body.
“Are you still gonna get me back? Huh? You gonna get me back?”
Dodger holds off, trying to defy Katie. She’s suddenly able to break a wrist free! And unties the other one quickly while still getting her feet tickled. Katie doesn’t see it. Her back is still turned away.
Dodger coils forward at Katie and tickles her sides and ribs with a vengeance, making her fall backwards into her on the bed.
“AHH! No! how’d you get frehehehehe!?!” The tickling cripples her into a ticklish, giggling ball. Dodger pulls her tied ankles behind herself and pushes Katie down into the mattress, looming over her and tickling relentlessly in her sides, belly, and around her pinched shut armpits.
“TRUCE! TRUHUHUHUHUCE!!” Katie squeals, throwing her head back laughing.
Dodger finally quits, untying her ankles.
“Fine. Truce..” She concedes. She’s finally able to stand up and recover from Katie mercilessly tickling her.
“Jeez! You’re an evil tickler Katie!” She says, only half joking, huffing from still catching her breath.
Katie smirks. “Ha sorry you’re just sooo ticklish, I couldn’t help myself. And you did still start it” she says, trying to use that as an excuse to justify tickle torturing Dodger. Dodger didn’t say anything more and they moved on to doing other things. More time passed and it was almost time to go. They gathered their stuff and headed out the door.
Dodger commented as they left -“You know Katie, they say revenge is a dish best served cold. Your day will come.” She teases, secretly very serious about getting Katie back one day.. when she doesn’t suspect it….
The characters in this story are Dodger and Katie Wilson who are Youtube gamer/vloggers. The story was a request by another person.
Dodger (Brooke Leigh Lawson) –
http://wallpapers.wallhaven.cc/wallpapers/full/wallhaven-285216.png
http://wallpapers.wallhaven.cc/wallpapers/full/wallhaven-285359.jpg
Katie Wilson –
http://41.media.tumblr.com/01723c2681026ac4823ef0e3bb8c9797/tumblr_nsoohpeaQz1ree34bo1_500.jpg
Enjoy!
Katie Wilson and Dodger Leigh were scheduled to do an interview in Los Angeles with a documentary crew about the history and rise of Youtube stardom. Both girls agreed to have lunch beforehand, so Katie brought some food over to Dodger’s place.
She arrived wearing jeans and her loose blonde locks hanging over a sleeveless blue blouse. Her nails were painted a metallic blue color to match the shirt. Dodger was wearing a black tank top with an unbuttoned grey cardigan over her arms, and jeans. Her hair was dyed in her common silver-blonde with light pink streaks in the tips.
The interviews were scheduled in the afternoon so the girls had some time to kill. They hung out and shot a quick update video to be posted on one of their channels about their upcoming interview that day.
Katie got up and circled around Dodger’s chair to reach up for an HDMI cord on the shelf. Dodger couldn’t help but notice her loose blouse hanging right next to her head. She was tempted by a moment of playfulness..
“Must be nice to not be so short…” Dodger remarked as she reached under Katie’s shirt a bit and gently paw-scratched down the side of her exposed stretched lower belly with her black polished fingernails. Katie immediately felt her nerves quiver.
“EEEK!” she yelped as she jumped back. Dodger grinned lightheartedly.
“Yeah, it is nice.” Katie replied bluntly, making light of the fact that Dodger was only 5 feet tall and Katie had a good 7-8 inches on her.
They continued on, hanging in her room and chatting. Dodger eventually sat on the bed with her bare feet straight out in front of her as she leaned against the headboard. Katie was sitting in an office-type chair and spun around catching view of Dodger’s ultra-pale white soles and pink toes and heels. She saw this as a chance to tease back.
Dodger was looking at her laptop in her lap, unsuspecting of Katie. She turned her wrists underhand and began to spider tickle against Dodger’s soft soles.
Dodger’s eyes grew large in the moment before she cracked a giggling smile and pulled her feet back.
“HAahehe! No, my feet are so ticklish!” She says like she’s asking Katie to not tickle her.
“Are they?” Katie gets up and grabs one ankle, then scrapes her nails a bit deeper into her sole.
“NOO!” Dodger squeals, pulling her feet away strongly, causing Katie to fall onto the bed. Dodger immediately pounces at her side, squeezing her fingers into her ribs and soft oblique. Katie coils her side away then rolls over on her back laughing- putting her arms against her sides.
Dodger postures up and sinks her fingers into Katie’s tummy, causing her to break out laughing more.
“AHHAHAHA!!! Rrr, You’re gonna get it now! hehehehe” Katie bellows then giggles.
She reaches out to tickle Dodger while trying to not to be too ticklish to fight back. Dodger keels over when Katie reaches her ribs and starts laughing too. Dodger goes for Katie’s feet, inducing some deep laughter from Katie, a weak spot for her.
The two girls trade several tickle attacks while trying to swat each other’s hands away. Eventually Katie jumps onto Dodger and overpowers her- grabbing her wrists and holding them down as she straddles her stomach.
“NO!” Dodger protests with a deeper voice and big eyes, realizing she’s in a very vulnerable position now. Katie spots two of Dodger’s long winter socks hanging off the side of the bed… She holds Dodger’s wrists down with one hand and grabs the socks, proceeding to tie each of Dodger’s wrists tightly to the bars in the middle of the bed’s headframe. Dodger cant get up or fight her off.
“Stop! This is SO not fair!!” Dodger continues to protest playfully, but slightly worried.
“Shouldna started it!” Katie replies mischievously. She flips around, still straddling over her waist, and uses a stray shirt to tie her ankles together. Dodger flails her feet, trying to escape unsuccessfully. Katie only scooches down to her knees, flattening them against the bed.
Once they’re tied, Dodger abruptly feels Katie’s wicked, sharp blue nails run torturously slowly up her nerve-loaded soles.
“NYYYOOHOHOHO!!!” She howls, pinching her eyes shut while laughing. She pulls on her wrist restraints. Her feet twitch and shake. She squirms and wiggles as Katie starts spidering her fingertips all over her feet- running up the soles, focusing on the meaty flesh below the toes, then finally digging into the toes’ undersides while Dodger tries to close access to them off, flexing them shut.
“IT TICKLES!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!!” Dodger pleads, bucking her upper body and shaking.
Katie starts to get tired of fighting her feet and rotates around again, sitting heavily on her thighs.
Dodger’s cardigan is still covering her armpits and sides but her tight tank top has ridden up along her lower belly and waist.
“Don’t you dare Katie!” Dodger halfway warns/begs alarmingly as Katie eyes her belly with an evil glint.
Katie rests her wrists on Dodger’s jeans at the top of the waist. They both stare at each other. Dodger tries to form her mouth for words to warn her again, but cracks a big, nervous smile when Katie flexes her fingernails like claws and dangles them just inches away from her belly. “S-STOP!” she stutters.
She sucks her stomach in taut out of anticipation, flexing the muscles in and sinking her belly down. Katie teases her wiggling nails for several agonizing moments, making Dodger further dread the anxiety of her soft stomach getting tickled. Her belly quivers from flexing so tightly for so long.
“Please don’t!” She chirps, trying to not breathe and let her stomach rise up to the tickling nails.
Katie finally grazes her skin, crawling her nails up and down on the surface of Dodger’s ticklish inner hips and tummy below her navel, only where the skin is exposed.
“Tsss-tstss…” Her belly starts to bounce tightly.
“What does it tickle?” Katie taunts. Dodger can hardly stand it. “STAHAHAP!” She laughs a bit, smiling.
She wiggles, unable to stop flexing her stomach and hips up towards Katie out of ticklish reaction. She smiles widely, resisting the urge to laugh, turning her head away. Her nerves can only take the nail teasing for so long before they spasm wildly in an effort to get away from the sensation. Her hips arch then drop back down into the mattress as she tries to pull her legs up to protect her. She begs helplessly giggling, powerless to stop Katie.
“Nohohoho Katie! I cant! Hahahah! I CANT! It tickles so baaadd! I hate getting tickled!!!” She squeals again.
Ever since she was young, one of Dodger’s worst fears was to be tickled mercilessly since she was such a short, small girl and had been pinned and tickled before. But Katie is absolutely loving the ticklish squeals and desperation in Dodger’s voice.
“Aww it tickles huh? Kootchy Kootchy cooo!” Katie taunts, making Dodger feel even more ticklish and helpless while she tickles the extremely sensitive, exposed strip of her waist and stomach. Dodger’s hands and nails cringe while she pulls on her restraints.
Katie drags the back of her nails up Dodger’s belly, pushing her shirt back as she does it to expose all of her soft white tummy. She begins raking her nails up and down her belly slowly, raking one hand up when the other goes down the other side. She adds some kneading wiggles to her fingertips as she rakes slightly deeper.
Dodger starts to giggle intensely. So Katie does it faster and faster… and faster! Relentlessly! - Full on tickle torturing Dodger’s ticklish tummy!
“STAAAHP! STAAAAAAHHAHAHAP!!!!! NOHOHO MORE! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!” She begs, bawling urgently with uncontrollable laughter- starting to lose her breath from the relentless belly tickling. Her abs feel so weakened. She shuffles her feet and shakes her bonded ankles at the end of the bed.
Katie slows down and starts teasing her belly button, flicking the nail of her index finger up and down the rim of Dodger’s thin, elongated navel. It makes her belly bounce with each swing of the nail. She tries to swivel her hips but Katie has her pinned good. Dodger looks down to see Katie’s flashy blue-polished nail rear up then dive down and tap the bottom of her navel, sending little poking tickles directly into her stomach.
“Rrgghh stohohop Katie, it tickles!” she pinches her shoulder blades toward each other, slightly arching her back. The tickling progressively gets worse. Katie implements another finger then another, scribbling into the middle of her belly and the rim of her belly button with 3 fingers. She leans down and braces herself with her other arm.
“Gaahhahhahehehehhee!! Im so sensihitive thehehehere uhh-mygahahahad!!” Katie turns Dodger into a breathless, giggling mess. Dodger can only shake her head and squint her eyes laughing, her arms occasionally tensing up and flexing.
“You’re sensitive everywhere though Dodger” She glides her nails out to her sides and strokes them up and down.
“Oh god!” Dodger cries, her sides quivering, waiting for the tickling to consume her again. Katie grins then lets loose.
“Kitchy coo!” She kneads her fingers into her tender, white sides. Dodger’s torso stiffens and convulses while she hollers laughing.
“AAAHAAHAHHAHAH GOD NO! HAHAHAHAHAA!!! MMMAAAHAHAH!!!” Turning her head side to side, grimacing through her laughs.
Katie stops to move toward her armpits and spreads her cardigan sleeves back and up her arms- away from her soft smooth underarms. Dodger cowers into the bed, trying to regain her breath. “OK! Im sorry!! Im sorry I tickled you first! I was just playing around! I can’t take this anymore, Im so ticklish!”
“Aww, well Im just playing around too!” Katie sings, teasing Dodger.
“NOOO! No its driving me NUTS!!! Im tied down! Please let me go..” Her face looks so submissive- her eyebrows pooched in the middle and her eyes big and begging; her mouth slightly frowning and pouting, pleading for clemency.
Katie only grins at her- a wicked look in her eye.
Dodger’s face turns to an uncontrollable smile as Katie taps and scrapes her nails ever so lightly around the edges near her armpits. She scratches and teases until Dodger giggles frantically with anticipation.
“Neehehehe no hehehe Katieeehehe!” Katie finally taps directly into her armpits. Dodger explodes with laughter! Her mouth pries open with a giant jaw widening smile, throwing her head back as she howls with laughter toward the ceiling with pinched-shut eyes and rosy red cheeks. Then Katie slides her fingers behind her underarms and slips her thumbs into the hollows of her armpits –slowly and deeply rubbing.
“BAAAAHAHAHAHA!! NOOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOT THERE!! Not THERE!” She shrieks and squeals out her pleas in the midst of loud, full laughter. Katie’s found the perfect technique to drive her crazy, gently but deeply rubbing a small, soft pressure point in her tensed up armpits. Katie only smiles with enjoyment, tickling her helpless captive whose now forced to throw her head side to side as her shoulders try to pivot her armpits away from the torture.
Katie is getting her so good, she can’t stand it.
“Katie STAHP!!!” She begs, slightly more serious, be driven mad by the tickling, feeling weak. Katie goes back to dancing her nails across her entire armpits, still making Dodger seize and try to twist for a minute.
She switches to her ribs, squeezing and kneading them, making poor little Dodger cringe with cute, torturous laughter. Dodger’s laughter changes volume and pitch, signaling a paralyzing, fatigued tone. She really can’t take the rib tickling but she’s getting too tired to fight it anymore.
“OHHhhoho my Gohohod!! You’re ehihhivil! Don’t!! Plehehehease!” She arches her back off the bed weakly, begging right up to Katie’s face as her arms remain held back.
Unfortunately for her, Katie is still loving it too much- seeing playful, cute little Dodger begging to not be tickled has bring out her sadistic side.
After tickling Dodger for a couple minutes more all over her upper body, Dodger has sweat on her head. Her face is red with helpless laughter and giggles. Katie stops and gets off her, leaving her laying there exhausted and tied down while she stands up with her hands on her hips.
Dodger gulps to rewet her mouth and throat, catching her breath, panting with her chest rising and collapsing.
“Im gonna get you back for this Katie” she mutters dizzily.
“Oh are you?” Katie replies. She sits back on the bed, next to her feet and wraps an arm around her tied ankles.
“No Katie STOP!” She begs, smiling again fearfully.
Katie starts raking her nails into her arches, making her giggle and squirm like a worm, bucking her pelvis weakly and trying twisting her body.
“Are you still gonna get me back? Huh? You gonna get me back?”
Dodger holds off, trying to defy Katie. She’s suddenly able to break a wrist free! And unties the other one quickly while still getting her feet tickled. Katie doesn’t see it. Her back is still turned away.
Dodger coils forward at Katie and tickles her sides and ribs with a vengeance, making her fall backwards into her on the bed.
“AHH! No! how’d you get frehehehehe!?!” The tickling cripples her into a ticklish, giggling ball. Dodger pulls her tied ankles behind herself and pushes Katie down into the mattress, looming over her and tickling relentlessly in her sides, belly, and around her pinched shut armpits.
“TRUCE! TRUHUHUHUHUCE!!” Katie squeals, throwing her head back laughing.
Dodger finally quits, untying her ankles.
“Fine. Truce..” She concedes. She’s finally able to stand up and recover from Katie mercilessly tickling her.
“Jeez! You’re an evil tickler Katie!” She says, only half joking, huffing from still catching her breath.
Katie smirks. “Ha sorry you’re just sooo ticklish, I couldn’t help myself. And you did still start it” she says, trying to use that as an excuse to justify tickle torturing Dodger. Dodger didn’t say anything more and they moved on to doing other things. More time passed and it was almost time to go. They gathered their stuff and headed out the door.
Dodger commented as they left -“You know Katie, they say revenge is a dish best served cold. Your day will come.” She teases, secretly very serious about getting Katie back one day.. when she doesn’t suspect it….
