Tickling in Space/Bounce Chix cross over (F/F, erotic) - The Scarlet Menace

Introduction to the story

The story is now complete! Whether there's a Part 2 depends on whether people liked part 1 - please leave feedback if you like it, as that makes a big difference in inspiring future writing endeavours.

Thanks to all who've commented thus far and I hope everyone has enjoyed The Scarlet Menace.

JJ

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Dear all,

Below is the start of a thread based in the Bounce Chix and Tickling in Space universe which I am hoping to update on a (near) weekly basis. This is the opening introduction to part 1 – The Scarlet Menace, followed immediately by the first chapter (the actual introduction). I have been in contact with Bandito who has given his blessing to the project and hopefully will confirm this shortly on this thread. This story isn’t part of the TIS or BC canon so any of the new, or re-introduced, characters involved won’t necessarily appear again, but I hope that it is in keeping with the awesome work and stories that Bandito, and is his numerous collaborators, have created over many years of tickling fun!

Feel free to offer feedback, though please keep in constructive if there are things you don’t like. And be warned that, due to work/life commitments, I am spectacularly bad at responding to messages but, if you leave a message for me, I will respond to it (eventually). Finally, this is an FF erotic tickling story so please don’t read if you’re underage or don’t like this sort of thing.

Otherwise, it only remains for me to say thank you for reading and please enjoy…


TICKLING IN SPACE

THE SCARLET MENACE


Dramatis personae

The crew of the Danneskold

Forged out of the fire of the betrayal, the crew of the Danneskold were all once law abiding, even law keeping ladies. Each of them in turn has found themselves faced with the reality that the law is only there to keep the elite as the elite, with everyone else considered irrelevant. As such they have rejected the rule of law and become pirates, but not your typical, evil, slaver and killer kind of pirate. No, more your fun, cuddly, sweet, a bit of smuggling and the odd bit of illegal behaviour that’s not really that bad kind of pirate. Like Serenity, just with fewer blokes and a lot more tickling.

Yup, that’s the other thing. The crew of the Danneskold are all ladies, they’re all young, they’re all beautiful, and they’re all incredibly into tickling, and into each other. From robots to humans to aliens to a whole smorgasbord of species, they do not discriminate within themselves. They just love tickling, and may even enjoy being tickled, not that they ever admit that, though it might explain the minimalist clothing aesthetic. Now, on the run from the law but rarely within its grasp, they travel the galaxy from job to job, looking to eke out a living on the fringes of civilisation, funding the lifestyle that keeps them together, keeps their family whole.

Deidre Ursula Sierra, but Dusty to you, Captain of the Danneskold

Once a proud patriot of the Galactic police force, her capture and tickle torture by a Twitch pirate led to Dusty realising that her badge counted for nothing. So instead of a life led in support of law and order she turned to the life of the outlaw, as captain of the Danneskold. Dusty is strong and fearless, with mimetic skin and awesome combat abilities, but she is also deathly ticklish, thanks in part to being made extra sensitive by the liberal application of prickle powder, aka scream sand, on her feet, tummy, arms, breasts and, most ‘horribly,’ on her nipples. As such Dusty struggles to wear clothes and often prefers the thinnest of negligees to more robust material, which is why she spends a lot of time dealing with people staring at her magnificent breasts. All three of them.

Simona S Simonson, codename Slither

Former partner in law enforcement to Dusty, Slither is now her partner in law-breaking, along with the rest of the crew. Loyal to a fault, Slither is one of that rare species of sentient, warm blooded reptiles. Unfortunately, for her, her scales are soft and unbelievably sensitive, particularly around her rear end, offering no protection at all to the numerous tickles she has to endure and claims she loathes. Of course, that does beg the question of why she makes so many bets that she ends up losing, gambling her body in tickle torture. She has a particular thing for gambling against her crewmate Downey, and also has an outstanding losing bet with one of the Bounce Chix. Though of course there’s no way that’s ever going to be collected. Is it?

Downey, aka Polly, an Avavian

Lithe, petite and covered in soft fur, do not let Polly’s appearance fool you. Her muscles are dense and powerful, her mind sharp and insightful, and her fingers can unleash the kind of feathery ticklish madness comparable only to cuddle bear fur. Polly herself is intensely loyal to her crew, a common Avavian quality, but has a particular thing for the ship’s gunnery officer, with whom she enjoys the occasional wager, which always has a ticklish outcome (usually not for Polly)!

Ex-mistress Koki, a Twitch

Twitches are the most ticklish race in the galaxy, fact. Despite this Mistress Koki set out from the tender age of 18 to enjoy all the tickling she could dish out. Her initial plan was to study that which she feared in the hopes of overcoming her ticklishness, but that noble intent was swiftly replaced with a burning desire to dominate and seduce hapless young females via the delectable medium of orgasmic tickle torture. Then came the Danneskold.

Koki had been pursuing the vessel for a time, aware that its crew were very much of the same frame of mind as she. She even found them first, but despite enjoying herself immensely she did not take control as she needed. Instead she was located and captured, her tickle armour removed, and a lifetime of ticklish karmatric retribution was delivered in double quick time. Now Koki is very much on the receiving end of much of the tickling that goes on aboard the Danneskold. It would be a terrible fate, if she didn’t enjoy it so much!

Booki, a Twitch

Formerly of the Intergalactic Tickle Police, an organisation set up amid much fanfare to protect the likes of Twitches from the ravishes of tickle torture, but actually a massive smoke and mirrors operation to distract the popular press from a number of deeply embarrassing scandals affecting the government at the time, Booki has now succumbed to the same ‘loving what she hates’ experience as Koki. She cannot get enough of being tickled, much as she claims otherwise, though she adores being a tickler just as much. One warning – watch out for her tattoo, just above her waist. If you tickle her there, make sure she’s tied down first. For your sake as much as for hers... it’s explosive!

Thompson, a love-bot

Quirky was the word originally used to describe Thompson. That’s a bit like describing a whale as ‘not small,’ or a black hole as having ‘quite a strong gravitational pull.’ Through many trials and tribulations Thompson has emerged as a grade A monomaniac, albeit one with numerous redeeming features. ‘What is her monomania?’ I hear you ask. Tickling. She LOVES to capture, to touch, to caress, to love, and to tickle, and with over 1,207 different extensions secreted about her chassis she can do so in an infinite variety of ways.

It got to the point where the crew of the Danneskold were essentially hostage to her constant tickling whims. Fortunately a quick... actually quite prolonged and ticklish reboot has increased her sensitivity to a point where she is reluctant to engage in too much tickling as she is now exquisitely sensitive to being tickled herself. Not that she hasn’t been learning to enjoy that almost as, or perhaps just as much, as tickling!

Jessie, a mechanic

Jessie is a human who was part of the ultra-top secret 1950s project, the faster-than-light spaceship ISPS-01 Newton. The ship was way ahead of its time, built on the back of the creative energy of the Manhattan project and the belief that anything was possible. Only 18 years old, Jessie was an unlikely choice as mechanic, but her genius warranted its place aboard the ship. The vessel set off, engaged its Alderson drive, and disappeared, never to be seen again. Dispirited, the project was written off as a failure and funding slashed as the Cold War took prominence.

It wasn’t a failure. It was stunningly successful and almost started a galactic war, although it has one MAJOR, unexpected side effect. After getting stranded while attempting to find a hiding place for the potentially deadly ship, the captain and all of the male crew nobly sacrificed themselves by surrendering to a savagely sensual tribe of Amazonian warrior women with a fetish for lingerie and sexual experimentation, providing a distraction for their female colleagues to escape.

The rest of the crew departed that world, engaging in various adventures as they tried to figure out a way to destroy the ship without destroying the galaxy. Ultimately they were (sort of) successful, but subsequently they all went their separate ways, no one person with enough knowledge to rebuild the Alderson drive. Jessie ended up as mechanic to Mistress Koki, a position she accepted with some trepidation as she seemed to end up getting tickled an awful lot! She hates being tickled, hates it. With the laughter and the shuddering and the screaming, uncontrollable orgasms... Yeah. Hates it.

Silki, a Pookie

Formerly an astronomer for the Pookie company, a manufacturer of specialist beds for those who wished to guarantee an undisturbed night’s rest, Silki was captured by Koki during her quest to find Dusty before Dusty found her. The delectable blue skinned cutie was so traumatised by her ticklish ordeal that she decided not to leave the ship, in order to face the source of her trauma again and again in an effort to overcome the horrifying effects of being tickled all over her body, but especially on her ass and breasts. After Koki’s capture by Dusty, Silki elected to transfer to the Danneskold and continue in her attempts to deal with the trauma. She seems unlikely to get over it any time soon. In fact, she seems to be getting worse, suffering multiple orgasms at the slightest tickling. What is a girl to do!?

Audrey, a physicist

One day, while working at home on a novel form of space travel, Audrey suddenly found herself beamed aboard the Danneskold. There she first experienced prolonged physical contact, in the form of tickling, and discovered a whole side of existence that had nothing to do with theoretical physics. An orphan, with no family and few friends, she happily agreed to stay on the ship after her ‘ordeal’ and provided much needed technological support to the aging vessel.

Her now rampant tickle-philia, which means she makes an almost willing victim, has been accelerated by her bursting crush on her shipmate, Fluffy. But despite their burgeoning relationship Audrey has recently been suffering some pangs of physics sickness, whereby she misses talking to people about science. It’s got to the point where she has been surreptitiously contacting some fellow human physicists back on Earth, just to see what things are like on the old home planet.

Fluffy

Though not as minutely feathered as her near relative, species wise, Polly, the intensely sensual Fluffy has one or two, or more like five times two, ways to tickle just as intensely as her Avavian cousin. Like Polly her fingers contain hidden feathers deployable at a moment’s notice and possessing the softest, most intensely tickling material known to man, with the possible exceptions of Cuddlebear fur and Avavian feathers. And Fluffy likes to share her gift with all her crewmates, though particularly the intensely love-struck Audrey, even if Fluffy herself has been sneaking out on occasion to visit one or two other members of the Danneskold team at night when they’d apparently prefer to be sleeping.

Raven, a biochemist

Hailing further south from Dusty’s home planet, Raven was quite happily minding her own business as a biochemist for the Thompson Corporation when the Danneskold came calling. Through a serious of extraordinary events Raven found herself aboard the ship as it made its way at best speed away from her home, work, and life. She quickly settled aboard, where her penchant for sneaking up on her colleagues and tickling the bejesus out of them soon found her a niche aboard the vessel! Her particular joy is trapping girls and spending a good long time making sure their bottoms are completely, utterly, intoxicatingly, orgasmically tickled!

Honey

Green hair, great breasts, and an ass so exquisitely ticklish she can barely let herself wear panties, what’s not to love about the delectable Honey!? Except that her fingers are viciously soft, strong, and mobile. She is a fiendish tickler, with a Machiavellian streak that allows her to plan numerous tickling situations. Cross her and find out. Go on. We dare you!

Shooter, a Krandaloozian

This mysterious psychokinetic being who can manifest multiple versions of her physical form for minutes at a time, most obviously in extra hands, is well known to many shady people in the galaxy, though not one of them knows much about her. She is a supremely gifted tickler, as well as an incredibly good shot, with numerous other skills she hasn’t yet admitted to yet. However, the two questions everyone wants to know are these: is she ticklish and are those extra arms of her ticklish too!?

Georgina, the android formerly known as Glitch

A love bot assigned to the horrific prison world of Talon 11, Georgie was supposed to act as a nurse and confidante to the prisoners who became injured. As such her empathy and sensitivity levels were maximised and her extendable implements minimised. Unfortunately this left her perilously vulnerable to manipulation, and the evil pirate Twitch Blake succeeded in breaking Georgina and turning her into the evil robot Glitch. Fortunately when Glitch got captured by the crew of the Danneskold they were able to reset her to her original specifications. Sadly for her, this means she is still intensely sensitive and, as such, has been something of a victim to much of the crew’s ticklish games since joining.

Spadrans

Technologically flawless, stunningly beautiful, and with a 1,323:1 ratio of females to males, the Spadran race has been an intragalactic beacon of civilisation and innovation for close to a century. They are profound pacifists and at times incredibly naive, with a prudishness that has led to the evolution of the ETMOS symptom. Previously described as Evil Tickle Monsters from Outer Space, recent developments have determined that these are actually Exquisite Tickling Manifestations of Our Species.

The exact mechanism has not been elicited but the widely held belief is that the ETMOS syndrome develops in Spadran females who have longed for sexual expression for so long that their genes literally explode into the novel, leonine form of the species, the ETMOS, in order that they might satisfy their cravings. It appears that the ETMOS trait was a spontaneous, reversible event that would emerge, tickle, and disappear, leaving the ‘victim’ unaware of what had happened and assuming that they had been the sufferer rather than inflicter of the epic orgasmic tickle torture. But, with the realisation of what the ETMOS trait actually is, Spadran society is seeing many of their species who had turned into an ETMOS remaining one, perhaps indefinitely…

The crew of the Spadran Vessel Lead Belly

Dale, the helmswoman

Stunningly beautiful, Dale would be the poster child for Spadran society if she chose. But she’s far too bashful to go for that! Instead she pilots the Lead Belly on its galactic missions of science and discovery, boldly going where no Spadran ship has gone before. Of course now that Riley has manifested as an ETMOS Dale is spending a lot more time in hysterical laughter than previously, but, like Spadran society as a whole, she has come to terms with this side of her personality and now actively seeks to embrace it.

Casey, the navigator

Shorter, slightly plumper, and a little goofier than her superior, Casey is the cherubic navigation officer for the Lead Belly. Unlike Dale, Casey was aware that she secretly yearned to be tickled during the irregular ETMOS outbreaks that used to occur, raising the suggestion that she might have manifested herself had Riley not got their first. Casey is staggeringly gorgeous and is quick to trust and to love. And she feels a lot happier in herself now that she can be open about her desires.

Riley, aka Foxy, the mechanic and ETMOS

The first formally accepted ETMOS, meaning the first of her kind to be talked to and reasoned with, Riley was previously the Lead Belly’s mechanic, a position she remains well suited to, though, as with all ETMOS, her memories of life before the Change are hazy at best. She is the undisputed queen of the ship, regularly creating elaborate plans to trap and tickle Dale and Casey, often at the least convenient moments! More interestingly, it has become apparent that Riley remains just as ticklish in her ETMOS form as she did as a Spadran, and the fact that she’s allowed herself to be trapped and tickled by her colleagues, on rare occasions, suggests that she might just enjoy it as much as Dale and Casey do!

Robin Ikaalagoop

Reporter and ‘survivor’ of the infamous Enanane Sanctuary episode in which attempts to seal a group of Spadrans into an impervious fortress, thereby escaping the curse of being tickled by ETMOS, led to the single greatest outbreak of ETMOS infestation in Spadran history. The ETMOS only disappeared once the sanctuary was opened from the inside, allowing the tickled Spadrans to escape. Robin remains an active investigative reporter and has recently been sniffing around a story involving the crew of the Lead Belly, along with her loyal, some might say loving, camerawoman Victoria and sound-girl Natasha, at least one of whom are feeling the burning fever that is now believed to herald an ETMOS transformation…!

The Bounce Chix

Friends for as long as they can remember, the Bounce Chix are the best known humans in the galaxy. As beautiful as they are sweet, as sexy as they are friendly, as ticklish as they enjoy tickling, the Bounce Chix continue to try and fit college around their numerous misadventures, most of which appear to be instigated by the toe rings the Chix each wear – Spadran devices of incomprehensible power made of avavanium. The only problem? The Chix still have no idea how they work! So they are hostage to the occasional intragalactic jumps the rings inflict on them, known as Bounces.

Hailey

A brilliant mechanic with a penchant for pineapple flavour cubes and quite the most exquisite rack in the Milky way, Hailey is the maternal big sister of the Chix, big hearted, big loving, and fiercely loyal to her friends. She is astonishingly adept at fixing machinery, though has never bothered with the theoretical science involved, after all she has Andi for that! Hailey is the most forgiving of the Chix and the most insightful and self-reflexive, which probably explains why she was the first of the Chix to acknowledge her wild ticklish and tickling side.

Andi

The statuesque blond with the heart of gold and body of numerous ticklish freckles, Andi is a bona fide genius when it comes to computing and science. She is intensely trusting, and trustworthy, which at times gets her into trouble when her less scrupulous friends try and trick her into a ticklish situation, or three! Like Hailey, Andi has come to relative terms with her ticklish libido, particularly the times she’s been tickled on her bottom. The results there have always been intense!

Janey

Fierce, spiky, independent, angry, strong, lithe, intensely ticklish all over her body, these are all words (and phrases) that describe Janey. The shortest of the Chix she’s also the most powerful, with a lifetime of gym work and martial arts practise turning her into quite the sensei. But Janey is also deeply passionate, and cares about her friends intensely. Just don’t mention the T word (or the B word for that matter). Not if you don’t want to get punched! For all her power, Janey remains vulnerable, particularly emotionally, and it doesn’t take much for her to get angry. It also doesn’t take much to make her disintegrate into a hysterical mess. She’s possibly the most ticklish of the Chix, though it’s a pretty close competition, a fact she professes to hate.

Fellow human alien abductees

Since the Kouhaku Alliance was signed the existence of extra-terrestrials has been formally established to the people of Earth, but only a select few, part of an elite organisation known as the Women In Black. But intragalactic ticklers have been visiting Earth looking for ticklish victims since time immemorial. With the dawn of the internet these victims have been able to find one another, where a peculiar pattern has emerged.

They’re all young, they’re all beautiful, they’re all unbelievably ticklish, they all get unbelievably turned on by bondage and being tickled and, here’s the peculiarity, they’re all female scientists! Yes, for some reason nerdy human females with slightly awkward social skills all seem to have a hankering for submission and tickling, and they’ve started meeting each other, via the World Wide Web, where they’ve soon learnt that it can be better to give than to receive!

Bonita, a physicist

The redheaded English-Portuguese hottie Bonita was originally abducted by the then Mistress Koki and pleasured repeatedly with ticklegasms before being returned to Earth at her own request. Since then Bonita has moved to Switzerland to work on the Large Hadron Collider, a job she took because it was brilliant for her career and in no way because it allowed her to move in with...

Elsa, also a physicist

Tall, blond, slim, Germanic, sweet, shy, unbelievably bright, and exquisitely, orgasmically ticklish. Elsa met Dusty and Slither during a wonderful ménage a trois where she first discovered the joys of tickling. After finding Bonita via an alien abductees’ web forum the two of them started a cautious dialogue. Once it became apparent that they were both looking for the same thing, someone to tie them down and tickle them to orgasm repeatedly, they arranged a meeting.

After getting thrown out of a hotel in Hamburg due to numerous complaints about the noise, Elsa suggested that her lover might consider a change in venue for her studies of very small particles. Now the two of them share a remote log cabin the alpine hills with no neighbours to disturb, provided by their fellow abductee Mihoko, though the occasional laughter induced avalanche can occur! They have recently been contacted by another beautiful, ticklish astrophysicist, known to them only as Audrey.

Mihoko, yet another physicist

A stunningly beautiful Japanese American, Miko, as she has come to be called, is a genius level theoretical physicist. She is also incredibly, hilariously ticklish. In recent months she has come to learn of the existence of ETTs, aka extra-terrestrial ticklers, and found Bonita and Elsa via the same help group through which they located each other. Since then she has invited them to live with her in her stunning alpine cabin, though no one quite understands how she can afford such luxury. It may have something to do with a project her grandmother, Kagero Mitsuyoshi, worked on in the 1950s…

The Scarlet Menace

Who is she? Where does she come from? What does she want? Who knows... but maybe we’re about to find out!

TIS/BC - The Scarlet Menace Introduction

Introduction

“Ok Tommy? Are you sure you need to do this?” The speaker sounded concerned, even a little upset.

“Thank you Captain,” replied the android, “But I feel that it’s necessary. I’ve gone on too long without a hard service and, despite Jessie’s excellent efforts, if I leave it much longer there may be a catastrophic malfunction.”

“So it’s not just my incompetence?” wondered Jessie, throwing back her long, ginger hair as she adjusted her loose, highly revealing dungarees.

“No,” Thompson smiled, “Not at all. My unit is supposed to go no more than six months without a major overhaul. You’ve kept me out of the corporation’s clutches for five years. But it’s time.”

“Ok,” agreed Captain Dusty, resolving to let it go, “You know where we’ll be five nights’ from now. Meet us there. Danneskold out.”

“Out,” said Thompson, depressing the TRANSMIT switch. The connection was severed and the android sighed. She really didn’t want to be separated from her friends, from her family, at all, but her internal diagnostics had detected several increasingly concerning abnormalities. Without an official service, albeit at this unofficial outpost, there was every chance she could malfunction, and there was no telling what the consequences of that would be. She pressed the TRANSMIT switch again.

“Space station Sulaco this is Danneskold transport 007 requesting vector to docking, please respond, over.” There was a pause, followed by a burst of static.

“Delta Tango zero zero seven, we have you on our scopes,” answered a robotic voice, “You are in the glide path and on course for tractor beam connection. Please subvert your system to ours, over.”

“Subverting now,” said Thompson. She released control of her flier to the station and was guided in. By the time she arrived the enormous structure dwarfed her ship. Like most dead space stations it was in a gravity neutral point and had no need for aerodynamics. The artificial gravity allowed all kinds of crazy structures to be built and the station, once a sleek sphere, now resembled a globe run riot by metallic plants growing at all sorts of angles and directions.

DT007 headed straight at one of those extensions and Thompson could see the waiting port opening up, scarcely a dot in the enormous structure. But despite its apparent smallness she didn’t feel concerned. There was a slight shudder as the tractor beams took control of her craft, checking its momentum and easily slipping it inside the target, coming to rest with scarcely a bump. Tommy was already completing her post flight checklist by the time she got a green light saying she was connected to the station. She emerged from the ship to be greeted by a robot.

“00010101010011111111010101010101010101101111111111…” began her host.

“I prefer English,” Thompson interrupted. Yes she could speak fluent machine, but she liked to think of herself as a sensual human female in an android’s body, not a machine mimicking a human.

“Very well,” buzzed the machine, the voice distorted in a deliberate attempt to sound as non-human as possible, “You are Thompson pleasure robot serial number…”

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” Tommy muttered. She extended her right index finger at the greeter and the end metamorphosed into an adapter which she inserted, none too gently, into the machine’s side. The complex identifying protocol was completely in nano-seconds, as was her list of requirements and payment for the same. Receipt was acknowledged and details of her destination passed back, fantastically quicker than the human mouth could pass over the information. But it lacked the personal touch.

“Thanks,” Thompson growled, and stalked away from the greeter to her destination, highlighted on her internal GPS that had already downloaded a structural map of the Sulaco. Had she been more robotic, and less annoyed, Thompson might’ve studied the plans in detail, might’ve noticed the surprising spaces that were missing from the blueprint, might’ve wondered why several of the other ships present were marked UNKNOWN. But she didn’t and, even if she had, she would probably have assumed that an off-the-grid station like the Sulaco would’ve had any number of suspicious but not immediately concerning reasons to have restricted areas and guests unwilling to identify themselves.

“Thompson unit, here for a deep clean,” she announced, walking into the assigned workshop. She was unpleasantly surprised to see that it was a robot workshop run by robots. No organics were present, as far as she could tell. Tommy liked organics, a lot. It was in her programming. What hadn’t ever been directly programmed into her, but was there nonetheless, was a particular fondness for young, curvy, organic females who were stunningly sensitive to light, loving caresses on their ticklish bodies… but that was life. Even within android programming there was variability.

“Register,” announced a voice through the speakers. Surprisingly, this one was female. Not a robot pretending to be female, but actually bona fide female. Inserting her index finger key into a terminal, Thompson did so.

“Thank you,” purred the voice, in a manner that sent shivers up Tommy’s spine, “Take a seat and we can begin the process.” The android did so, thinking very naughty thoughts. The owner of the voice sounded like exactly the sort of young, female morsel Thompson loved to meet and introduce to some of her more specialised adaptions. The android put that idea right out of her mind. She was here for a deep clean, nothing more. The last thing she wanted was to bring attention to her quirks.

SNAP. Titanium bonds emerged from a hidden compartment within the seat and closed over her wrists and ankles. Thompson tried to pull her limbs away but they were held tight, close enough to bind but not to hurt. What the hell? Thompson had undergone services before, but they were always voluntary. There was no need for restraints. Now she accepted this was an off-the-grid tune up, she could hardly go to a standard Thompson Corp facility given her and her crew’s history with the corporate behemoth, but even so this sort of behaviour was unacceptably threatening. She resolved to escape immediately.

Fortunately she had more than enough alternatives held within her chassis too… Oh no! A signal through the cuffs hit her override features, rendering her inactive. She’d long since reprogrammed those safeties as much as possible, in order to stop the Danneskold crew from hindering her ticklish games, but they were still present, if only for a maximum 30 seconds. But that was long enough for whoever was doing this to activate her neck port, opening it up. From the chair a key emerged, similar to the one house in Tommy’s index finger. She could do nothing as the key met her neck.

A feeling of intense bliss eased through her entire being, washing over her body in a manner that organics might’ve likened to a narcotic high. Thompson’s thoughts, racing a mile a minute, slowed and became dreamlike, docile, even accepting. Whatever was in the program, it meant her no harm, of that she was sure. Wait… no! This couldn’t possibly be a benign situation. And, as she realised that she realised something else, within the narcotic program was a computer virus and it was trying to re-write her. Thompson had come to enjoy her personality too much to surrender it, and resolved to fight the program with all her might.

“Hmmm,” wondered the hidden voice, still with that throaty, seductive purr, “She is resisting. How interesting. She may need direct stimulation.”

“So be it,” agreed a second voice, also female, but more business-like and aggressive than the first, “Is she secure?”

“Physically she’s incapacitated,” replied a third, younger sounding, slightly wobbly as if in deference to the earlier speakers, “Head and brain physical actions are intact, and she’s resisted all intrusion into her mental functions, but everything else is switched off.”

“Very well,” it was the first voice again, and it gave every indication that it was looking forward to what was about to happen, “She should be safe to approach for that ‘direct stimulation’ which I’m sure will give us what we want.” Thompson heard the WHISH of the doorway behind her opening, and the gentle footfalls of three organic humanoid females approaching. The android could still move her eyes, even speak, and her senses were all working perfectly. But she couldn’t do anything else.

Fortunately, her captors didn’t seem to be hiding. They came round in front of her and her eyes took in the detail: three humanoids, red skin visible on their bare feet, undeniably female thanks to ample curves barely hidden despite their ankle length robes. Their faces were enclosed in hoods, but each woman’s chin was visible, confirming the red, or more like scarlet skin on their feet and hands. Tommy desperately thought through all the red skinned alien species she knew of. No specific group was forthcoming. But in a galaxy where certain species could change the tone of their skin at will, she wasn’t able to draw any firm conclusions from that.

The leader, presumably, stood in the middle. She was 5”10, slim, but very curvy, with two prominent swellings suggesting an extremely heavy chest that wasn’t overly encumbered by gravity. To her right was a slightly taller, definitely broader woman who was equally endowed, but had the hulking physique of a body builder, or at least a woman who worked out a lot. Finally, on the leader’s left, was the shortest of the three. Just 5”6 she stood with a slouched, slightly inward curved posture. Like her colleagues she was curvy, visible despite the robes, but unlike them she seemed awkward, less sure of herself.

“Who… are you…?” Tommy managed, her mouth working but her tongue sluggish, as if it wanted to succumb to the wonderful intoxicating feeling of the hostile computer program that had so successfully invaded her legs, arms and torso. The leader’s mouth, the lips a darker shade of scarlet, curved into an unfriendly smile that was enhanced by the brilliant white of her teeth as she spoke.

“We’re your captors,” she replied, “And we want you to do us a little favour aboard the Danneskold.” Thompson’s heart sank, but her resolve sharpened. So that was what they wanted. Well they could try, but she’d go to hell before she betrayed her friends. The woman, able to see the android, sensed the beautiful robot’s determination. It clearly impressed, even excited her.

“You’ve resisted our program,” stated the leader, “Any standard Thompson unit would’ve been ours completely by now. I’m impressed.”

“Go to hell!” snapped Tommy, though the effort of defiance exhausted her. As if sensing her weakness she felt that wonderful narcotic glow seem to rise up from within. ‘No!’ she thought, realising that the virus was just waiting for an opportunity to take over.

“Such spirit,” purred the leader, reaching out a soft, manicured red hand to stroke Thompson’s cheek. The android would’ve gladly tried to bite the finger off, but knew that she had to preserve her strength at all costs. Besides, though her jaw was working, her neck muscles weren’t. She couldn’t turn her head.

“I’m sure I can refine the program,” said the woman to the leader’s left, confirming that she was third alien to speak, “And then it would…”

“We haven’t got time for that,” snapped the second, “It’s going to take all five days to confirm that the progress has embedded perfectly. I say we break her physically, make her surrender to the program.”

“And leave demonstrable marks on her lovely torso that the Danneskold’s mechanic is bound to notice?” interjected the leader, “Not to mention do something so distasteful? No. I agree we need to break her, but there are easier, more pleasurable, much more fun ways to do it than torture. Ways the Danneskold’s crew, not to mention Tommy herself, are far more familiar with.”

The leader stepped forwards, bringing herself to within a few inches of Thompson. The android could feel the warmth of the woman’s body, taste the organic scent mixed with the delightful perfume and… yes… more than a hint of arousal. She realised her captor had known it would come to this, known and been looking forward to it! The woman leaned across the android, her full breast pushing against Thompson’s for a tingling moment, as she pressed a button on the chair’s control panel.

“This is a much better way,” purred the leader, as Thompson felt herself curving backwards as her arms and legs spread into a distinctly vulnerable X in front of her captors.

“Oh no…!” she whispered.

“Oh yes!” giggled the leader, turning to her colleagues, “What do you girls think? I know you’re a leg girl, but I’ve always liked breast meat myself.” Thompson couldn’t see who was being spoken to, but the tallest woman appeared at her feet, while the leader emerged on the android’s left hand side. From this new angle she could see up into the woman’s hood, but it was too dark to make out any more than the white’s of the leader’s eyes. Despite this, the woman’s expression was very mischievous. The leader looked to her left.

“Come along, don’t be shy,” she encouraged, “I know you love this. There’s no shame in that. That’s what this is all about, realising that there should be no shame in enjoying our desires.” Slowly, as if against her will, the third woman dragged herself to Thompson’s right. The android recognised the reluctance: this was someone who wasn’t yet comfortable with the concept of tickle torture.

“Please,” Tommy whispered, hoping that this third alien might show her clemency, stop her from betraying her friends, “Don’t do this…”

“Oh don’t look to her for mercy,” whispered the leader, “She’s only pretending to be uncertain about this. Secretly she’s been yearning for this day, ever since we realised we needed an infiltrator aboard the Danneskold, haven’t you sweetie?” The third alien blushed, her scarlet skin turning darker, more maroon, but any trace of hesitation had left her. Thompson had seen enough girls who pretended to be reluctant to tickle someone, even to themselves, to realise that there would be no pity from any of these women. So be it. She couldn’t move, her senses were working 100%, and she was completely vulnerable, but she wouldn’t surrender… hopefully.

“You could just let us take over your mind,” offered the leader, maintaining that delicate, seductive tone of voice that was almost hypnotically enticing, “We have no desire to hurt you or your friends. In fact, I suspect they’re going to LOVE what we have planned for them.” She stroked her fingers over the curves of Thompson’s face as she attempted to subvert the android with a mixture of lies and half-truths. But this robot was not for turning.

“Never,” grunted Tommy, tensing her mind against the forthcoming assault. Even as she said the word there was a horribly familiar flick at her foot. The hulking second in command had seemed like she’d be an aggressive tickler, but this sensation was as light as a feather, so soft that Thompson almost couldn’t be sure she was feeling it, yet her foot instinctively tried to scrunch up and recoil from the touch… or would’ve done had it not been as paralysed as the rest of her body.

“Oh never say never,” purred the leader, continuing to stroke Thompson’s beautiful face like a friendly lover, rather than an unknown kidnapper, “Given time the program will adapt and take over your systems, but it will take too long on its own if you’re fighting it. But, if you were to be distracted, particularly if you were to be made to climax, that would give the program all the ways in it will require to turn you into our willing spy. You’ll even enjoy it… the program will deliver you the most delightful pleasure for following our bidding, a feedback loop that will keep you nice and content as you do our will.”

As if by way of demonstration, Thompson felt a surge of the delightful narcotic haze push through her mind. She fought down the sensation, her internal defences still up to the task, but it was becoming harder to do. The maddeningly soft, almost non-existent feathery sensation on the achingly sensitive soles of her feet was becoming too distracting. She wanted to yank her feet away, scrunch up the muscles of her toes, but they remained horribly relaxed and open.

“Mmmffmhh!” she gasped, barely suppressing the sound as a harder sensation, like a long, perfectly manicured nail, joined the feather on her left foot. That nail started to run up and down her sole in long, slow, easy, even gentle strokes that found every spot that made Thompson want to squeal in giggles.

“She’s such a good tickler, isn’t she?” observed the leader, taking a moment to undo Thompson’s bikini top at the front, “You wouldn’t think it to look at her, but she loves slow, soft, seductive tickles… gently teasing your toes till the slightest breath of air feels intensely ticklish. Followed by the harder, overwhelming sensation of her strong fingers and perfect nails flicking over your soles.”

“NYAH!” yelped Thompson, feeling said nails on both her soles at that moment, as the feathery sensation intensified and began flicking in between her horribly sensitive toes. The android managed to bite down on her laughter again, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Rather than just her feet, now her whole body instinctively wanted to shift away from the still relatively light tickles on her soles and toes, as she clenched her eyes in an effort to maintain her composure in the face of those awfully ticklish light touches. And there were still two other ticklers just waiting…

“AAAAAHAAAAAAHAAA!” she squealed, as one of those ticklers broke and went for her ribs, “NOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAA!” This was much more aggressive than the foot tickling, like ten tiny digits digging into her dreadfully sensitive sides and playing her ribs like a grand piano. Opening her eyes Thompson realised it was the third alien, the one who’d she’d thought might help her, manically grinning as she ran her fingers up and down the android’s sides. This was much less subtle than the foot tickling, but had come unexpectedly and broken Tommy’s initial resistance.

“OOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOGOOODDDD NOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOO!” Thompson wailed, still horribly unable to move, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAA EEEET TEEEEEEECKLEEEEEES SOOOHOOOOOO MUACHAAAAHAAAAAAA!” It did, and her screams only encouraged the rib tickler, who was moving upwards, ever upwards, towards Tommy’s soft, creamy, oh so sensitive armpits. She paused for a moment, stopping Thompson’s hysterics, though the soft foot tickling continued to be horrifically overwhelming. Tommy looked into the girl’s eyes, and saw no mercy.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no PLEASE…!” she pleaded. It was what the girl had been waiting for.

“I love it when they beg,” she whispered, her own voice belying her arousal, before she plunged her strong, eager fingers into Tommy’s pits.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETEEEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECKKLEEEEEEEESS SUOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOO MUAAAACHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” If she’d been able to move, her whole body would’ve been bucking like a bronco in response to the insanely ticklish sensations, and it only intensified when the tickles on her feet went from light and insidious to full blown torture.

“OOOOOHOOOOO NUOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOHOHOOOOOOOOOOO!” wailed the android, as what had to be a pair of hair brushes began to rub harshly over her soft soles and flick against her horribly sensitive toes. She could only scream in response, the constant roar of laughter enough to make her body shake and her mind creep towards insanity. And, sensing this, the virus on the periphery of her mind began to try and sneak inside.

But there was nothing loving about these tickles, they were purely torturous. And, while the torture was intense for Thompson, even as it went on for almost 15 minutes, it was also easy to focus on it, push it to one side, and turn her powerful mind against the insidious invader. There was no rush of narcotic haze to encourage her surrender, no surrender of her core personality. So long as the tickles were torturous she could resist.

“Oh my dear sweet Tommy,” purred the leader, who’d yet to touch the robot in anything except a loving, if possessive, manner, “I could watch my friends keep this up all day.”

“GOOOHOOOOOOOO TOOOHOHOHOOOOOOO HEEEEEEEHEEEELLL!” screamed Thompson, relying on her defiance to give her strength, “YOOOOUU’LLLL NEEEHEEEEEEVEEEER BREAAAHEAAK MEEEHEEEEEHEEEHEEEEEHEEE!”

“You know what,” the leader whispered, moving round till she was at Thompson’s head, “You’re absolutely right. While we tickle you like this, we’ll never break you. But we don’t want to break you. We want to corrupt you, make you ours, make you our super sexy sleeper spy. Make you our lover.” And, as if on cue, the ticklish sensations changed. The touch on Thompson’s sides when from hard to soft, digging in became stroking, assault became caress. While at her feet the twin hairbrushes seemed to metamorphose from harsh bristles to delicate feathers, running up and down the android’s feet.

“OOoohhoooooh OHooOHOOOHOOOHHH! OOOOOHooohhohoOOOhhhh MuyyyyAAaahhhhAH GOODNESSSAAAAhaaaaaahaaaHAAA!” babbled Thompson, eyelids flickering as she tried to process these intensely arousing sensations that were on that wonderful margin between ticklish and arousing.

“You see,” the leader’s voice was like liquid honey direct into Thompson’s ear, “We can be loving. We can also be…”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAA!” screamed Thompson, as all the sensations suddenly reverted to pure, awful torture, “OOOOOHOOOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOO NUOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOO PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHAAASEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE STTUOOOOOOPPPPPEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! I’LL DOOOOOHOOOOOO ANEEEEEEEEEEEEEETHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENG!”

“Really?” wondered the leader, “Anything?” On cue the tickles turned back to the delightful, arousing caresses before, as the virus sent another surge of its arousing, disarming energy through Thompson’s system. The transition, from arousing caresses to torturous tickles and back again, had thrown Tommy and, for a long moment, she considered letting the program take over her, give her the pleasure she could sense would be its reward for her surrender. But that was what they wanted! That was what she had to resist.

“Ohoooohooooo nuoooohoooo PLEASEEHEEEeheeeeheeaaaahahaaaaaa dooohooooon’t maaahaaaaakeeheeeee meeheheeeee betraahaaaaayaaahaaaa muyhaaaahaaHAAAhAAHAAAAA frieeends…!” she begged. This feet and side tickling was melting her resistance, as her pussy was beginning to gush and her achingly hard nipples, long ago freed from the confines of her top by the leader, quivered in the light breeze of the workshop. All along the virus sent out its beguiling signals: surrender to me, it was saying, and all the pleasure you want will be yours.

“Oh sweetie,” the leader whispered, stroking Thompson’s face, the caress on the android’s neck as arousing and tingly as all the other sensations, “Don’t think of it like that. We’re not going to hurt your friends, we just need to borrow one of them for a little while.” It was a lie. The plan was much more horrible than that, but it was what Thompson’s libido wanted to hear.

The naughty part of her which secretly enjoyed being tickled almost as much as she openly loved to tickle, was whispering dangerous thoughts into her inner ear: ‘Just surrender,’ it was encouraging her, ‘Submit to the tickles, let them bring you to the edge, then yield to the program and let yourself explode in joy.’ But that ran contrary to Thompson’s true nature.

Whatever she wanted, it always paled in comparison to the safety and happiness of her friends. And no one who was prepared to abduct her, corrupt her with a computer virus and send her back to her family, could possibly have her friends’, her family’s, best interests at heart. She wanted to shake her head, she wanted to yell ‘No!’ and scream her defiance but, as if sensing her continued defiance, the tickles turned torturous again.

“OOOOOHOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO NUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOOOOHOOOOOOOO!” Thompson wailed, her feet, sides and armpits so horribly sensitive to this aggressive sort of ticklish assault. After a further ten whole minutes of side splitting torture, the feelings lessened a little, but persisted.

“You’re doing so well Tommy,” purred the leader, her voice still coming from behind Thompson in a way the android could’ve mistaken for coming from inside her head, “But I know how much this is costing you. Over time the crew have manipulated your sensitivities, made you unbelievably sensitive to tickling. You tried to stop them, tried to be the tickler not the ticklee, but they’ve won. And now we can torture you and there’s nothing you can do to stop us. The tickling will break you, in time.” As if to demonstrate this, there followed another horrible five minutes of horrific tickling, before it settled again.

“But we can be generous in victory,” the leader began kissing at Thompson’s neck as the android felt something soft and moist and warm flick against her toes and start to suck. Oh god… they were sucking on her toes…! The sensation had always made her wild with arousal and now, after such prolonged torture tickles, it was like mana from heaven for her quivering libido.

“HHMMMMMmmmmmmmhh…!” she moaned, feeling her vanilla scent start to drip from between her thighs, “HOOOOOOOOOHHHH YEEEEEEESSS EEEET FEEEELEHEEEHEEESE SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” The girl tickling her ribs had turned her attention, and her mouth, to Thompson’s sharp, needy nipples, her light touches and loving licks winding up the android’s body till she was perilously close to orgasm.

“It’s ok,” suggested the leader, as she nipped and suckled and kissed Thompson’s sensitive neck, “It’s just us girls here. You can relax and enjoy our loving touch, even climax if you like.” Inside Tommy’s mind she knew she couldn’t believe her captor’s words, but between her thighs her libido was begging her to surrender, to let the climax happen before it was taken away from her. And, surprisingly, the virus was laying low. It would be so easy just to…

“HMMMmmmmmmaaaaAAAAhhh…” her orgasm started and, as it did, she felt the leader move round to between the android’s legs, untie her bikini bottoms, and slip a skilled finger against Tommy’s quivering button, “HuooooooooooohhhHH GUOOOOOOODDAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH… HUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH GUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

“That’s right sweetie,” giggled the leader, “Cum for me! Surrender to the wonderful ticklegasm coursing through your body!” And it didn’t stop at one. The girl between Thompson’s feet continued sucking and nibbling each of her tender toes, the one caressing her breasts was skilfully tickling and arousing her exquisitely sensitive nipples, and the woman at her thighs clearly knew everything about how to make the amorous android buck and scream and climax.

The combination of sensual tickling and sexual stimulation was too much and, drove Thompson over the edge again, and again. And, as she surrendered to the repeated orgasms, she realised belatedly that the virus hadn’t been lying low, it had been learning to conceal itself from her awareness and now it had floated in to her primary operating system on a wave of climax.

Soon she would cum herself into unconsciousness and, she realised, at that point she would surrender entirely to the virus re-writing her system. The narcotic sensation had metamorphosed, from relaxing her into stupefied acceptance into enhancing her sensual submission. When she lost it completely the program would find its way in and do to her what these three gorgeous women wanted it to do, and there was nothing Thompson could do to stop it…

…Except there was. Deep within her programming was the holy of holies, the data core of her personality. It was meant to be a learning computer that adapted her subconscious and allowed her to adapt to her clients to be a better love bot to them. But over time Tommy had learnt she could re-write this core herself. The first time had been back on Lead Belly, where she’d resisted the call to kill her crewmates and had instead saved them. Since then Thompson had changed it, very rarely and with great care, the better to be more human, more a part of the crew, and a better tickler!

Now, as her defences started to break in a great orgasmic tsunami of sensual overload, she re-wrote it once more, quickly and without error checking, encoding a secret within herself that might allow her and her crew to survive whatever her captors had in store for her. As she finalised the changes, using up the last of her resistance into the bargain, the dam broke.

“Cum for me!” ordered the leader, as the third alien squeezed both of Thompson’s nipples hard, “Cum until you break!” The leader dropped her face to Tommy’s legs and flicked them against the swollen button between her thighs. The result was overwhelming.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” wailed the android, surrendering to the wonderful sensations enhanced by the virus, “OOOOOOHHHH AAAAAAAAAAIII CAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAN’T STUOPPPAAAAAH CUMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNGGGGGYEEEEEEEESSSSSS!” She started to squirt vanilla creamer all over the alien leader’s fingers and didn’t stop, couldn’t stop… and neither did the alien, who continued lovingly, even hungrily, pumping into the love bot’s gushing pussy and flicking her tongue on the erotic button at its top.

Thompson’s shattered mind lapsed into unconsciousness and she could no longer resist the program giving her everything she wanted and she surrendered to its orgasmic intrusion. But, even as it re-wrote her to her captors’ design, there was still that little section within her that remained her. The android could only hope, with her last conscious thought, that what was her would be enough to save her friends from the aliens’ nefarious plans.

End of introduction

Okay...I have to read this!!

Fantastic start wow!

JJ:

This is beyond awesome, brother.

Once again I am so profoundly flattered that you have found inspiration in the combined world of the Bounce Chix and the TICKLING IN SPACE babes. And more than flattered, I am over-joyed to be able to enjoy your take on their ticklish adventures. I'll repeat what I mentioned when you first sent your masterpiece my way: I adore the approach you took to each of the characters. You have taken who they are and added your own spice to them and made them yours in this fan-fic extravaganza.

I still feel a little bad for Thompson during her little...reprogramming scene in this story. She is so used to being the tickler. To be so completely over-written must be pure ticklish torture for her.

Thanks again for posting this awesomeness, for creating this magnificentness, and for being this incredibilistic.

I look so forward to putting on my fan hat and munching on popcorn as this story unfolds on the forum.

You're amazing.

Thanks again for everything you do,

B

meangry said:

Okay...I have to read this!!

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I think you'll find it up your alley. ;-)

Must ... read ... more... Oh no! No more yet! Post faster Post faster!

Seriously, I'll take it as it comes. Take all the time you need. As if I had a choice or could change how long you take. Someone tickle his muse!

Hi everyone,

Thanks for the really kind feedback - especially Bandito, who inspired this whole thing! But any and every thought is much appreciated. I hope people are enjoying the story thus far. There's plenty more to come, although there's just a small bit of exposition to go through first...

So, without further ado, it's time for chapter one.

Thanks!

JJ

TIS/BC - The Scarlet Menace Chapter 1 - Welcome to Switzerland

“So who are we being met by again?” demanded the most gorgeous grumpy girl in Geneva airport, flicking her black hair over her shoulder. It was getting annoyingly long again and needed a trim, but they surely had barbers in Switzerland, right? Either that or she’d sheer it off herself. Again.

“Her name is Bonita, ok?” replied her long suffering, equally beautiful friend, pushing her own hair, blond rather than jet black, past an ear, “And you’d better be nice. She and her friends are putting us up for the whole week, for free.”

“Yeah Janey,” interjected the third of the trio, taking a moment to pull her luscious brown hair back with a tie, “I know you hate flying, but please don’t take it out on our hostesses. And please try and act like going to see the greatest scientific research project on the planet is more of a big deal.”

“Hah!” grunted Janey with a scowl, “For you maybe, crazy engineer chick. Or for the goddess of geeks Andi. But what interest do I have in the large halide converter?”

“Large Hadron Collider!” shouted Hailey and Andi instantly, before Andi continued, “Please don’t say anything like that to our hostesses. You’ll embarrass me!” The three Chix emerged from passport control into the ‘No Goods to Declare’ isle of the airport and walked through without setting off any alarms, though several people on the other side of the one way mirror wouldn’t have minded delaying the three of them for a long while, ‘for security purposes.’ After all, being a security guard wasn’t much fun and the three best friends were wonderfully distracting.

It didn’t help that they were wearing their travel clothes, which were designed to be as unrestrictive as possible. Janey had a black dress that barely reached below her thighs, showing off her long, tanned legs and just hinting at a glimpse of her underwear as she sashayed towards the exit. The tightness of her outfit kept her full breasts in place and suggested, to the gaping security guards staring at her, that she didn’t feel the need for a bra.

At least Andi wasn’t accidentally showing off her panties… but her jean cut-offs were perilously close to doing so, and while her green Yoda T-shirt wasn’t tight at all, every time she bent over to adjust a shoe or pick something up, which was often for the clumsy girl, anyone who happened to be looking at her would get an eyeful of her gorgeous breasts squeezed into a revealing black bra.

And Hailey was the most eye-catching. Sure she was wearing a long sleeved white blouse and matching trousers, but the material was so thin that, in a certain light, it was almost transparent, showing her gorgeous body and gravity defying full chest encased in lacy white lingerie. At least two of the customs officers had to have a lie down afterwards!

“Ok, here we are,” muttered Andi, as blissfully unaware of all the looks she was attracting as her gorgeous friends were. She awkwardly tried to pull out her phone to remind herself what Bonita looked like, almost managing to drop her rucksack in the process. Fortunately, she was spared the need to turn the phone on and wait for it to load up by a hesitant, awkward voice:

“Andrea? Is that you?” Andi looked up and felt her eyes bulge. In front of her, in amongst the crowd of people waiting for travellers to emerge from baggage reclaim, was a stunningly beautiful redhead wearing what could best be described as a schoolgirl uniform. White socks stretched up to her knees before her plaid skirt began somewhere more than half way up her thigh, where a white, short sleeved shirt was tucked in. The way this girl filled that skirt and shirt suggested she was almost as curvy as Hailey, while she was as slim as Janey and as pretty as all three Chix. Her gingery-red hair was done up in two pigtails and the expression on her stunning face was a delightful mixture of polite hope mixed with awkward concern.

“I’m Andi, yes,” replied the blond, leading her three friends over, “And you must be Bonita, right?”

“Err, yes,” replied the redhead, appearing flustered, “I’m, err… here to pick you up and, err, take you home.”

“Are you sure about that?” asked Janey, her natural grumpiness, enhanced by an awkward flight sandwiched between the two of her friends, making her almost nasty.

“Err, yes…?” asked Bonita by response, flustered at the question.

“Don’t you mind her Bonita,” said Hailey, “She’s just a sour puss who didn’t sleep enough on the redeye. You know Andi, I’m Hailey, and she’s…”

“Sour Puss McAngry Girl,” interjected Andi. Janey growled at her friend before turning back to Bonita, and holding out her hand.

“I’m Janey,” she said, voice level and friendly, “Not Sour Puss anything. I’m sorry, I’m just a bit tired is all.”

“Oh, yes of course, you must be!” agreed Bonita, relieved that she hadn’t somehow upset the raven haired beauty, “Would you like to freshen up or are you ready for the drive to our cabin?”

“We’re ready,” replied Hailey, which was agreed by her friends. They left the airport, quickly arriving at Bonita’s ancient Volkswagen camper van.

“You drove here in that thing?” gasped Janey, “You’re braver than I thought!”

“Oh it’s ok,” smiled Bonita, who now seemed a little surer of herself, “I don’t expect it to break down again. Ever since Elsa spent two weeks fixing it the VW has worked perfectly.”

“Is Elsa your roommate?” asked Hailey, noting the word ‘again’ in the previous sentence.

“Yes she is,” Bonita nodded, “One of them at least. She’s the one who got me the job at CERN.”

“Yeah!” Andi was enthused, this was what she’d come for, to talk particle physics… and not in any way to gape at the extraordinarily beautiful Bonita, who combined Hailey’s grace with Janey’s poise, all wrapped up in a beguilingly awkward British package.

“How did you get the job there?” Andi asked, “Hasn’t the whole Brexit thing made it a bit… you know… awkward.”

“Ah well I’m not English,” Bonita explained, “At least as far as my employers are concerned. I’m Portuguese-English. My mum is the Portuguese one. She always made sure I kept my Portuguese passport. I suppose she must have envisioned the whole Brexit madness.”

“Enough politics,” snapped Janey as the Chix loaded up the boot of the car with their three bags. She was aware that Andi had an almost annoying habit of shooting off on political tangents and the last thing she wanted to hear was another rant about Donald Trump.

“Quite so, quite so,” agreed Bonita, who despite her Portuguese name and heritage was as English as crumpets and Earl Grey tea, “Won’t you jump in?”

“Shotgun!” yelled Andi, and rushed around to the front passenger. Unusually for the Chix, Hailey and Janey let her have it. They knew what was about to happen and that it’d be easier if they let Andi sit in the front. Sure enough, as soon as their hostess had emerged from the parking lot Andi turned to her and asked:

“So tell me all about CERN. Spare zero details.” The hour long drive passed in a blur for Andi, as she essentially interrogated Bonita about the Large Hadron Collider. Hailey and Janey were quite happy to sit back and enjoy the view. Switzerland in the early summer was a beautiful combination of snowy mountains and emerging grass. The drive was stunning and, in what felt like no time at all, they were turning up the driveway to the cabin Bonita shared with her two flatmates.

“Tell us about them,” asked Hailey, as Andi finally stopped speaking.

“You’ll meet them soon enough,” Bonita replied, “But they’re both absolutely lovely. Elsa is German but speaks brilliant English. I met her through… well, we met about a year ago. She was the one who got me the analysis job at CERN. She’s effectively my boss but we get on so well that it doesn’t feel like that at all, more like my best friend.

“Mihoko, on the other hand, she’s into the really crazy stuff. She’s employed by CERN as a theoretical physicist up at the university, working on the data we generate in the LHC. Elsa and I were living together when she came into the picture. We live at Miko’s place now. She’s a bit… guarded. Her family emigrated to the States after World War 2 and I think they were a bit unsettled and it was passed down through the generations. But once you get to know her she’s really lovely. And… Oh deary me. I really shouldn’t be talking about my friends behind their back like this!”

“That’s ok,” smiled Janey, trying hard not to laugh at how cute Bonita was with her ‘deary me’ and English reservation. It was difficult not to fall in love with Bonita. The English cutie was clearly very intelligent, friendly almost to a fault, stunningly beautiful, and endearingly unaware of all of the above. Add to that a body that would’ve made the Pope blush and a face of an angel, again with the same charming ignorance of these facts, and you had a decidedly delicious morsel.

“I talk about these guys behind their backs the whole time,” said Andi.

“You what?” Janey growled.

“Yeah Andi,” Hailey was more amused than angry, “What do you tell people? And who do you tell exactly?” Given their various adventures the Chix had grown very close to each other, but quite cut off from other people. It wasn’t like they had much in common outside their group. ‘Oh, you haven’t been on irregular ticklish adventures through time and space!?’ How would Andi even begin to talk about Hailey and Janey outside of the three of them? She was spared answering by their arrival at Mihoko’s house.

“Here we are,” announced the redhead, “Home sweet home. I’ll just drive in to the garage.”

“I thought you said you lived in a log cabin!” exclaimed Janey.

“This is more like a log… castle!” agreed Hailey.

“How much do you earn at CERN?” wondered Andi. Bonita blushed a quite delicious shade of red as her new friends took in the sight of her home. Log castle wasn’t far off the truth. It was a four story structure with a huge garage containing two 4x4 SUVs, with space for the VW and more besides. They’d approached from the mountain side and the wooden structure had loomed over them like a tower, but there wasn’t much in the way of glass. That was probably because the view would be focussed on the stunning valley that opened up beneath them.

“Err, it’s not mine,” she reminded them, “Its Mihoko’s. Or rather her family’s. They’re very wealthy. Elsa and I pay her rent, but it’s a token amount. Which is fortunate, as the payment from CERN isn’t exactly massive.”

“You don’t say?” muttered Andi, who for a moment had been imagining living in her own fairy tale location thanks to the enormous pay of being a physicist, while winning multiple Nobel prizes and the like. She had quite an active imagination about physics! The three Chix emerged from the car as Bonita closed the electronic door.

“The nights are cold,” she told them, “In winter we can’t leave them open for long, but it’s ok this time of year.” It was ok, but chilly, and the three Chix were eager to be let inside where it was warm. And plush. Luxurious even. In fact, if the rear of the structure made all three Chix shocked, the inside made them gape in wonder. They’d kicked off their shoes in the garage, at Bonita’s request, and put on some slippers from a whole range of choices at the bottom of the stairs, which were so thickly carpeted each girl felt herself sinking a little with each step. But as they emerged through the hallway door into the foyer they were struck dumb by the opulence.

A window 24 feet high stretched the width of the building, even arching round each side to give a view for which the word panoramic was inadequate. The thick, expensive carpet covered the floor with wooden furniture scattered around. The near wall had built in shelves filled with hardback books, and a set of stairs led up to a mezzanine floor with the kitchen and dining area. The whole setup reeked of expensive class. Each of the Chix suddenly felt very underdressed.

“Hello!” A young woman had been sat in one of the lounge chairs, unobserved by any of the Chix, who’d been so stunned by the incredible view they’d completely overlooked one of the most gorgeous women they’d ever seen.

“I am Elsa,” smiled a stunning blond, standing up from her chair and walking over to the Chix, “Pleased to be meeting you. You must be Jane-ee. I am knowing your names from zhe email you sent Bon-eeta.” She held out her hand, first to Janey, who limply shook the extended arm, her mind in a daze. Elsa did the same with the equally shocked, spellbound Hailey and Andi.

The reason for their reaction? Elsa was, to put it mildly, stunning. And, not to put too fine a point on it, she didn’t have much on! The German girl wore a flimsy sarong over either a very minimalist white bikini and matching bottoms, or quite a thick bra and panties. Either way they did little to cover up her long legs, wide, heavy hips, and her breasts that threatened to burst forth. The outline of her petite nipples were clearly visible through her top.

And if those didn’t arrest the attention the blonde’s stunningly beautiful face, broad, friendly smile and twinkling blue eyes did. Bonita walked up to her housemate and gave her a hug before turning back to the Chix, who suddenly realised that their two hostesses were peas in a pod, almost sisters: one blond, one ginger-redhead, both tall, both slim, both stunningly endowed, both incredibly beautiful, and both super intelligent physicists who worked at CERN.

“Where’s Mihoko?” asked Bonita, still with an arm over Elsa’s shoulder.

“She ist upstairs,” Elsa replied, “She went out to vork today, and she’s still vorking now she’s home. You know how she is.” Bonita scowled slightly, but the expression passed over her face like a fleeting cloud on a sunny day, present for just a second.

“I had hoped to introduce you to her before dinner,” she told the silent Chix, “But once she gets into one of her working moods…” She left it hanging.

“Yeah,” agreed Hailey, finally finding her voice and very grateful to be able to discuss something other than her immediate attraction to Bonita and Elsa, “I know the type.” She looked meaningfully at Andi and, to a lesser, extent at Janey.

“Who, me?” gasped the blonde.

“Yeah you!” Janey laughed, poking her friend in the side and eliciting a yelp and jump from her friend, “You once spent three days in your room with no food or water when you were working on that prime numbers problem. I’m not sure if you even went into the bathroom!”

“Yes I did!” snapped Andi, before adopting the most adorable look of concentration as she thought back to that occasion, “At least… I think I did.” Everyone laughed, but it was Elsa who spoke next:

“What problem was it, And-ee?” She had the most adorable way of saying ‘ee’ with a little pause between it and the preceding syllable, almost like a squeak. That was just number 8 on Hailey’s Top 10 Adorable Things About Elsa list.

“Oh Reimann’s hypothesis,” answered the blond, as if it was nothing, “I thought I might have found a way to calculate prime numbers.”

“Vow!” Elsa was impressed, as was her housemate, “Zhis would be quite something!” said the German.

“Yes indeed,” agreed Bonita, “We should talk about it at some point. The three of us had a look at Reimann last month. I’d love to compare notes.”

“Yeah sure!” Andi was straight away full of enthusiasm, “I’ve got my laptop…”

“Maybe we could freshen up first?” wondered Hailey, nipping this particular geek-out in the bud, “Perhaps drop off our bags before we break out the calculus?”

“Yes of course,” smiled Bonita, "Elsa? Would you mind showing them their rooms on the third floor? I’d like to freshen up myself, and get into something more comfortable. Mihoko always keeps the house so hot!” She wasn’t lying as she walked through to a back room. Even in their minimalist clothes, the Chix were feeling more than a little warm under the collar, although how much that had to do with their gorgeous new friends was a matter of speculation.

“Please to follow me?” suggested Elsa, and she led them up the wooden stairs towards the dining area. Hailey was first to follow and that was a bit awkward as it put her cheek to cheek with Elsa’s stunning bottom, and Hailey knew a stunning bottom when she saw one! Elsa’s was so full, but had no trace of excess to it at all, and as she sashayed up the stairs, hips swinging from side to side, it was all Hailey could do to stop her head from following it, like she was hypnotised or something!

“So, err, Elsa,” she began, looking up towards the blonde’s face in an effort to distract herself from the girl’s perfect posterior, “How’s, err… work?” Hailey could hear Janey’s barely suppressed guffaw at that, but Elsa took the question seriously as she led them past the large, very modern kitchen and to another set of stairs at the back.

“It is most interesting, thank you Haileee,” she replied, “Vith zhe possible discovery of zhe Higgs boson ve are opening up whole new areas of research.”

“Oh yeah… the Higgs boson,” nodded Hailey, with minimal improved understanding. She was an engineer by training, or at least she would be once the three of them graduated, if they ever graduated between all their crazy adventures. Application of theories was her area of expertise, not creating those theories. But she could sense Andi’s wonder and eagerness to discuss all things maths, so asked another question.

“So how did you meet Boneeta?” Hailey almost choked as she said the word. She desperately hoped Elsa wouldn’t notice the accidental impersonation, and the gorgeous German didn’t. But Hailey had to be careful. It wasn’t nice to copy people, they often thought they were being mocked. But in Hailey’s case it was more awkward than that: she started impersonating people because she liked them, as in liked them. It was one of the first signs that her natural friendliness had fired into outright attraction, and it had taken less than five minutes with Elsa.

“Yeah, how are you guys friends?” added Janey, giving Hailey a Look, “Did you meet at CERN?”

“Err, no, not exactly,” mumbled Elsa, blushing delightfully for reasons that weren’t at all clear, “We, err… met… online.”

“Sharing ideas? Arranging meetings? That sort of thing?” wondered Andi. Elsa’s blush intensified.

“It is amazing how the internet makes it so easy!” laughed Andi, completely unaware of her hostess’ acute discomfort, “It’s really made it straight forwards to share math. Einstein used to write letters to correspond with colleagues. He had to wait days for a response. Now we can post a math problem on Facebook and people can comment almost instantly. They’re usually incorrect, but still…!”

“Yes… maths,” agreed Elsa, in no way persuading Hailey or Janey, “Here are your rooms. I’m afraid one of the zhe rooms is nicer zhan zhe others, I hope zhat is ok?”

“Of course!” smiled Hailey, grateful to change the topic of conversation, “Why don’t we have a look and then we can… wow.” It was a single word, but it summed up what all three Chix were thinking. The third floor bedrooms were located near the rear of the building, the better to maximise the incredible view for the living and eating areas. As such the three girls were expecting relatively small bedrooms. Instead it was something out of a Bond villain’s lair!

Luxurious furry carpet covered the floors, even plusher than the downstairs area, leading to a massive four poster bed. A huge mirror was built into one wall, flanked by two enormous wardrobes, and an open door in the corner led to the en suite bathroom. It would’ve been too much in a five star mountain resort. As a place to let a casual acquaintance spend seven nights it was stunningly generous.

“This one’s mine!” announced Andi immediately, drawing immediate scowls from her two friends.

“You suck Andi!” growled Janey.

“Yeah, didn’t you ride in the front on the way over here?” Hailey agreed.

“But zhis is the smallest room!” announced Elsa, clearly surprised, “And eet must share a bathroom vith next door. Zhe nicest room is at zhe end of zhe corridor.”

“Seriously?” exclaimed Janey, almost put out by the luxury.

“Yes, most seriously,” agreed Elsa, immune to irony.

“Lead on,” suggested Hailey, throwing Janey a frown, “We’ll let Andi suck it up here in the box room.” The blond scowled back at her friends as they left her, but didn’t really mind. She would’ve been happy with an insulated tent and a good sleeping bag. This was beyond her wildest expectations of necessity. She began unpacking her few possessions.

“I’ll take this one,” said Janey, walking into the mirror opposite of Andi’s room.

“Are you sure?” asked Elsa, “Maybe you vant to…?”

“No, it’s ok,” Janey interrupted, “This vill do fine.” She glared at Hailey as she realised she’d done exactly the thing she’d visually criticised her friend for doing just moments before, and for the same reason. But again Elsa didn’t seem to notice.

“Ok,” she smiled, “Enjoy eet.” As her and Hailey left the door closed itself, as Andi’s had, leaving the two curvaceous girls alone walking along the dark corridor. Stuck between the bedrooms and a wall shielding the open kitchen area, it was quite a dark passageway, especially after the brightness of Janey’s room. Hailey found herself reaching out for Elsa, to confirm she was there, quite accidentally coming into contact with the blond whom she grasped, by reflex.

“EEEP!” yelped her hostess.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” gushed Hailey, “I couldn’t see you in this corridor. I didn’t mean to…” She tailed off, her thoughts in flux. She hadn’t intended to grab Elsa, especially not like that, but now that she had… now that she knew…

“Eet is ok,” Elsa sounded a little breathless, “You surprised me is all. I am a teensy beet teeckleesh, you see? Very sensitive.”

“You don’t say,” said Hailey with a smile, but inside she felt a very familiar squirming inside. God what she could do to Elsa now that she knew she was…? Get a grip, Hailey. You’re here because Andi won some science prize, not to hit on teasingly tender German goddesses.

“Let me turn zhe light on,” suggested her new friend, doing so, “Right. Let me show you your room.” She did so but, just as the light turned on, Elsa seemed to give Hailey a look… less sweet naïve German girl, more naughty active blond woman. It was only for a moment and, immediately afterwards, Elsa was the same friendly, sweet, adorable girl she’d been, but Hailey couldn’t help but ponder what she’d thought she seen, ponder and do nothing to act like she’d seen it. After all, she could just be transferring her desires onto Elsa.

“Here is your room,” Elsa said, opening the final door of the 3rd floor, “Zhose stairs lead up to our rooms. I’m zhe first door as you get up zhere.” Why the German thought to add that last detail Hailey didn’t know. What she did know was that her room was clearly the best of the three she’d seen. It had the same carpeting and mirror-between-two-wardrobes setup as the other girls’, but everything was on a much bigger, even grander scale. The bed could’ve accommodated six people, side by side, with room to turn!

“Wow,” she said again, going for classic understatement.

“Is nice, no?” smiled Elsa, before turning business-like, “You unpack your bags and freshen up. After zhat you and your friends join us downstairs, ya?”

“Ya,” nodded Hailey, “I mean… oh you know what I mean. Thank you Elsa. You’ve been very generous to show us all this, and enormously kind to invite us into your home.”

“You are more zhan welcome,” smiled the blond, the sincerity shining from her in all its goodness, “And ve look very forward to hearing all about your maths at dinner. Your team is most good, ya? To win zhe competition? You must all be most good at zhe math!”

“Err, yeah, about that,” began Hailey, before tailing off in the face of Elsa’s earnest good natured expression, “Yeah, we’re great. We’ll see you downstairs after we freshen up.” Her hostess turned and left, giving Hailey a final wistful peek at that amazing ass as she did. Hailey unpacked her bag, the meagre contents taking less than two minutes to pull out and hang up in one of the wardrobes, or fold and place into one of the drawers. The few clothes looked like after thoughts in the massive containers. After that, before a shower, it was time for a counsel of war.

“Janey?” she stage whispered, knocking gently at the door. There was no response. Hailey poked her head inside. The room was empty. Even Janey’s bag was missing. The shower could be heard though. The beautiful brunette let the door close and knocked on Andi’s door, a little less subtly this time.

“Andi?” Again there was no response. Again the room was empty, though at least the bed in this one was slightly disturbed where Andi had briefly flung herself onto it. So where were Hailey’s two friends? Over the sound of the shower two voices could be heard. God they wouldn’t, would they…? It turned out they would and they had. Hailey crept over to the bathroom door and gently opened it to find a stark naked Andi and Janey in the shower together!

“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, in her most matronly voice.

“EEEP!” squealed Andi in shock, a hilariously similar reaction to Elsa when Hailey had accidentally tickled her hostess earlier.

“Hailey!” snapped Janey, continuing to wash Andi’s back, “You scared us half to death!”

“And what do you two thing you’re doing?” demanded the brunette, still trying to modulate her voice to prevent Elsa or anyone else from hearing her, “These guys don’t know we’re so… open with each other.”

“Oh come on,” Janey waved off the criticism, “It’s perfectly fine. Elsa is German, they’re totally ok with this sort of thing.”

“Well Bonita is English!” snapped Hailey, continuing the explanation by national stereotype approach, “And I’m sure…”

“No seriously, it’s ok,” said Andi, “These rooms are practically sound proofed and they’re not going to suspect anything. And this shower is more than big enough for two. Even three!” She wasn’t lying. The bathroom, hidden by its subtle door on each side, was as big as a New York apartment! The shower alone would’ve been enough for at least a student to live in by them self. Jets of hot water were striking Andi and Janey from all angles and they looked to be enjoying themselves. And it had been a long flight. And Hailey did want to talk to them. Ah well… it was surely more efficient to do two things at once, right?

“Ok guys!” she announced, stripping off her now damp clothes in two quick movements and joining her friends under the lovely water, “But we need to talk!”

“I think you need to laugh!” replied Janey and immediately dove her fingers into Hailey’s sides.

“NOOOOO!” squealed the brunette, awkwardly trying to bat Janey away while defending her ribs, “Stop that!” Janey did so with a naughty smile, but the flush on both their faces, Andi’s too, was not just due to the hot water.

“So what do you need to talk to us about?” asked the blond, as she lathered up her hands and washed the length of her long legs in a manner than was unbelievably distracting.

“Math,” said Hailey after a long, distracted moment.

“Math?” asked Andi. Hailey nodded. She explained their predicament:

“These guys think we’re some A list math team, ok? Now I can get by at a college level. And Janey…”

“I can do my times tables, just about,” interjected their friend, no stranger to science questions whizzing straight over her head. Biology she knew. Chemistry she was competent. But physics and advanced mathematics were things that happened to other people as far as she was concerned.

“Ok,” Andi thought about it for a long moment, “So what we have here are two math dummies and one math genius in a house full of math experts who expect to talk about math.”

“Well summarised,” retorted Hailey, her tone dry, “Do you need a lie down after that?” She added a gentle poke to Andi’s side, causing the blond to squeal briefly.

“Stop that!” she admonished, before turning to the matter in hand, “So what I think we need to do is avoid talking about math. You know… the more normal getting to know you stuff. How did these guys meet? What is it like working at CERN? Do they always walk around the house wearing lingerie and a transparent skirt!?”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” laughed Janey, washing Hailey’s back and resisting the urge to snuggle up to her friend from behind to wash the brunette’s breasts too!

“It was hard not to,” added Hailey, before reaching back to put her hands around Janey and gently pull her close as she purred: “Could you wash my front too please Janey? I’m all dirty after that flight.” Janey could hardly resist that, and pressed her body against Hailey’s back, feel the brunette’s tight ass thrust against her pussy as she reached round to soap and massage her friend’s breasts.

“Do you need a hand?” asked Andi rhetorically, stepping in to ‘help’ with the ‘cleaning’ process.

“Mmmmm…!” groaned Hailey, her nipples springing up in response to the caress, but it wasn’t long before her sigh became a: “MmAAAAAAAH!”

“Ooooh, is someone ticklish on her naked breasts?” wondered Andi. Too late Hailey realised her predicament. Janey had slid her hands under the brunette’s armpits and now pulled her arms back, trapping Hailey’s hands so that she couldn’t defend herself. At the same time their tigress friend began nibbling at the side of Hailey’s neck, from the nape up to behind the ear, something guaranteed to melt the brunette beauty into a pool of giggling arousal.

“Oh no…!” whispered Hailey, biting her lip in a minimal effort to resist the erotic ministrations of her friends.

“So it’s agreed,” purred Andi, as she began to tickle Hailey’s breasts with a devilishly light touch, “Tonight we dodge all questions about math with a ‘getting to know you’ meal. If we must answer any questions I’ll take point and, if you two have to speak, just say ‘As Andi was saying…’ and leave me a space to take over. Ok?”

“MMMmmmmoooOHOOOOKAY!” yelped Hailey, as Andi increased the tickles for a moment.

“Good!” whispered the blond, leaning down to flick her tongue against Hailey’s clean, erect right nipple.

“Oh goodness…” muttered the brunette, biting her lips to suppress her urge to give a throaty groan. Janey’s arms had shifted so that one was holding Hailey upright across the chest, while the second was sneaking down and around, playing deftly with the soft down between the brunette’s thighs.

“Try and keep it down, baby!” Janey purred, like the tigress she was, as she thrust her pussy against Hailey’s ass while flicking her fingers against her friend’s swollen nubbin, all while Andi expertly teased her lover’s nipples to the point where they were on fire. It was quickly too much for Hailey and she started to gasp and moan and shudder until, within moments, her pent up arousal flooded out.

“OOOooooohhhyeeeeeeaaaaasssssaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhh…!” she shivered as she came, as quietly as she could manage. Her friends kept up their erotic assault for a good further minute as Hailey juddered to completion, closing her legs to indicate enough was enough.

“That was nice…!” she whispered, reaching out to Andi’s face to bring the blonde’s mouth to hers in a loving kiss. As she pulled back she felt Janey’s breath on her cheek and turned to kiss her other best friend in the galaxy with equal passion.

“It’s a pity we have to finish up now,” she laughed, “Else those guys will wonder what we’re all up to!”

“You suck, Hailey!” giggled Janey with false reproach, pinching her friend’s behind.

“EEEP!” squeaked Hailey, the sensation half sharp half ticklish.

“Yeah!” Andi agreed, “You suck big time!” She dug in her fingers into Hailey’s pits for a few seconds of ticklish payback.

“EEEEHEEEE STOOOP EEET!” squealed the brunette. Her friends did, but more for fear of alerting their hostesses than at Hailey’s request.

“Gosh, it’s a wonder we get anything done, ever!” she observed, as Andi turned off the shower.

“Hey, don’t look at us!” Janey shot back.

“Yeah, we were just helping you ‘clean your front’ Hailey!” Andi agreed.

“Well it’s nice and clean,” replied Hailey, blushing prettily, “And now I’ve got to shoot back to my room to get dressed.”

“What are you planning on wearing?” Janey asked.

“Err… clothes?” answered Hailey, a tad nonplussed by the question. Andi and Janey both smiled.

“Really?” Janey continued, “Because we were thinking of something a little bit closer to what our hostesses seem to consider a normal outfit for this place…!”

End of chapter 1

I love the interaction between the girls in this chapter. Great banter. Great sexiness.

This is good stuff, my friend.

Thanks again for the very amazing Bounce Chix fiction.

Can't wait to see more!

B

Yeah, this is so good I would almost suggest Bandito co-opt your talents and story, whip up a dozen illustrations, make the story canon and publish it over at MTJ, giving you appropriate credit and remuneration, of course.

By the way, might I suggest if you're going to keep posting story additions in the same thread that you make a separate topic with a link to the new section for those of us who browse the story section by thread start time? I almost missed this.

JNMC said:

Yeah, this is so good I would almost suggest Bandito co-opt your talents and story, whip up a dozen illustrations, make the story canon and publish it over at MTJ, giving you appropriate credit and remuneration, of course.

By the way, might I suggest if you're going to keep posting story additions in the same thread that you make a separate topic with a link to the new section for those of us who browse the story section by thread start time? I almost missed this.

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Hi JNMC - thank you so much for the support and the feedback. One small thing... who do I 'make a separate topic with a link to the new section'...!?

Thanks!

Well, making a separate topic is easy enough, and as I look at the icons above this reply bar, I see a globe that says link when you mouse over it. I just checked. It's there for starting a new topic, too. So you'd just copy the address for this thread into the link prompt that pops up when you click it.

Looking forward to more.

Chapter 2 – Is A Game Afoot?

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?281255-Tickling-in-Space-Bounce-Chix-cross-over-(F-F-erotic)-The-Scarlet-Menace&p=4158623#post4158623

“Is the chicken ready?” asked Bonita, fussing around the kitchen like a flustered mother hen.

“Ya, ya, ist ready,” smiled Elsa, “Just as eet vas ready five minutes ago! I am turning zhe oven off now, to let eet rest, ok?”

“Yes, sure,” Bonita mumbled, brain filled with thoughts of what could go wrong with this dinner, “And the table is set? The wine chilled? The champagne on ice? Glasses available?” Elsa moved over to her friend, slid her hands around Bonita’s slender sides until they met at her back, and held her for a moment, their faces inches apart.

“Everything is ready, my little Bonbon,” she whispered reassuringly, “You are a breeliant cook and you can do zhis dish vith your eyes closed, no? Please. Try to relax and enjoy yourself, ok?” The tension in Bonita’s shoulders visibly intensified for a long moment… and relaxed. She lent forwards and kissed her friend on the lips.

“Thank you Ellie,” she replied, much of the strain gone from her voice, “I just want this dinner to go well before, well, you know…”

“I know Bonbon. We have invited zhe Cheex here on false pretences. Ve hope zhey will understand vhen ve explain, but it is better if ve are all friends first, no?” Bonita nodded, but unconvincingly.

“Oh come on,” encouraged Elsa, and she leant forwards to French kiss her lover hard on the lips, her tongue flicking out and teasing Bonita’s as they lovingly embraced for a long moment, only pulling away after a good 30 seconds.

“Gosh… stop that!” giggled Bonita, “You’ll make me all… you know!”

“I think you already are!” teased Elsa, flicking her fingers at the now pointed outline of the redhead’s small but very sensitive nipples, and seemingly unaware that her own teats were suddenly more than a little prominent.

“Don’t do that!” warned Bonita, “You’ll have me screaming the whole house down.”

“Ve vouldn’t vant zhat!” Elsa did not sound convinced of the truth in that statement at all, “I’d hate to have to make you scream so loud! Especially vhen you are looking so sexee!” It wasn’t an understatement. Bonita had taken off her skirt and shirt and replaced them with a sarong just like Elsa’s. Also like the blond, other than her slippers, the only things she was wearing were a lacy white bra and matching panties, though her panties had a little pink heart on the front, although it wasn’t visible through the apron she was wearing as she cooked.

Mihoko had made sure the house was particularly warm that afternoon, to justify the crazily sensual outfits, but even so Bonita felt deliciously naughty to be so nearly naked. For Elsa, it was no less arousing, although she didn’t have any sense of illicit English thrill to be showing off her body. Her Germanic nature meant she’d always felt at one with her body and her sexuality.

“Ok, ok,” Elsa agreed, “But please: no more of zhe crazy Bonbon, ok?”

“Ok,” nodded Bonita, before turning shocked, “Oh no! My spuds!” The roast potatoes were, as could be expected, entirely fine and nigh on perfect, but it was one of the many ‘near misses’ Bonita experienced in the next five minutes until she heard Hailey, Andi and Janey padding down the stairs in their borrowed slippers. Elsa moved into the dining area, where the stairs emerged, to greet them.

“Good evening girls and… oh!” She was startled to see the Bounce Chix outfits. All of them were in little more than she and Bonita! Hailey’s full, curvy, gorgeous body was barely contained in a salmon pink bra and panties combo with red lace threading. She’d elected for one of the silk dressing gowns in her wardrobe but had tied it at best loosely so that most of her body was visible as she walked. She oozed sexiness and sensuality.

Andi looked pretty as a picture in a shocking blue negligee that didn’t quite cover her hips, leaving her gorgeous bottom highly visible in some silky white tanga briefs. Elsa had to stop herself from staring between the blond girl’s thighs, imagining what was beyond the tantalisingly minimalist material. She also had a sarong, but had tied it so that it only covered the back of her legs, and hardly the front at all.

And Janey… Well she’d decided to call a spade a spade and was wearing almost nothing! If their hostesses wanted to show off their bodies in underwear then so would she, but whereas Bonita and Elsa were on the cusp of indecency, as were Hailey and Andi for that matter, Janey had gone all the way! An emerald green G string and matching strapless bandeau bra showed off her slim, lithe, toned, sexy body in all its glory. She hadn’t even bothered with a gown. Elsa’s eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of their sockets!

“Nice place you’ve got here,” observed Janey, thrilled at the reaction she’d elicited but cautious not to show it, “A little warm though.”

“We found a couple of things in the wardrobes in our rooms,” added Andi, very friendly and slightly concerned, “I hope you don’t mind?” She indicated her sarong.

“Oh nein! Bitte! Bitte!” gibbered Elsa, so overcome her German pronunciation became even stronger, “Zhat ist vhy zhey are zhere!”

“Oh thank you,” smiled Hailey, walking downstairs and giving Elsa a warm hug that did nothing to calm the blonde’s racing heart and agitation, “And thank you for having us to stay.” She gave the German girl a squeeze as she hugged her, for just slightly longer than might’ve been custom, their huge, firm breasts mashed against each other in a quite magical way for both of them. As Hailey pulled away she saw Bonita gaping at her.

“And you too Bonita,” she smiled, as Andi and Janey hugged Elsa one after the other, “You look stunning!”

“Crickey!” mumbled the beautiful ginger haired girl, her reaction much like her housemate’s, before her face broke up into a warm smile, “You guys look incredible! And Elsa’s absolutely right, the wardrobes are full of things for the guests to wear if they need them. Oh gosh!” Hailey had pulled her into a friendly hug, which again squeezed the brunette’s lovely breasts against the equally amazing chest of the English girl. Andi and Janey were quick to follow, leaving Bonita feeling weak at the knees, and a little warm a bit further up from there…!

“Wow! Something smells amazing,” observed Andi, picking up one of the snacks on the counter.

“Zhat is Boneeta,” advised Elsa, “She is zhe best cook ever. Zhe food vill be ready in like 15 minutes. Shall we have a glass of wine before, ya?” That seemed a great idea and soon Elsa was popping a champagne cork before filling up five flutes with bubbly, and extremely expensive, goodness. Fortunately the Chix didn’t know how much a vintage Krug 1998 cost, else they would’ve been freaked out by the generosity. All they’d thought to bring was a bunch of cookies from the uni shop. Of course, these were THE BEST cookies on the planet, but still… it seemed less than generous by comparison. And they didn’t want to offer up their gift till their third hostess was present.

“Yes, I vas vondering vhere she vas,” agreed Elsa, turning to Bonita, “Bonbon, can you use zhe intercom to ask Meeko vhat is keeping her?” The redhead nodded and stood up, in no way stared at by Janey who could barely tear her eyes away from the svelte, curvy form of the English girl, especially when Bonita had taken off her apron to reveal the little heart on her panties. Janey had wanted to get a much closer look and, as she drank her second glass of champagne, that seemed to be an increasingly good idea.

“‘Meeko?’” asked Andi, also enjoying first hint of intoxication from the alcohol.

“Oh excuse me,” giggled Elsa, very much enjoying the vision of Janey, Andi and, above all, Hailey, who were all draped on various furniture in the main room, “Eet is my personal name for Mee-ho-ko. I find eet difficult to say, no? What zhe Engleesh call a tongue tweester. It is ok. Meeko says she likes it.”

“I think it’s adorable,” replied Hailey, her tongue also loosened up the two quick glasses of champagne on an empty, jet lagged stomach, “But what is she up to?” she added, to cover her slight faux pas.

“Vorking,” Elsa answered sadly, “Alvays she is vorking, all zhe day and all zhe night. Vork, vork, vork, all day long. It is not healthy I am thinking.”

“You see Andi,” laughed Hailey, “It’s NOT healthy to vork all day long, I mean work… Sorry Elsa. I didn’t mean to do zhat. That! I meant ‘that!’” All three Chix sucked in a breath, worried Hailey had upset their hostess. But Elsa beamed a smile by way of response.

“Not at all! It is most fun, ya!” she laughed, seemingly sincere, “And vhat is it your Oscar Vilde says: ‘Imitation is zhe highest form of flattery’ no?” All three Chix laughed and Hailey, seeking to earn some brownie points, added:

“Well if you want some flattery then I’m just gonna come right out and say it: you, and Bonita, both look absolutely stunning!” Elsa beamed again.

“Really?” she gushed, “You theenk so?”

“Oh totally,” added Janey, before Hailey could go too far down the rabbit hole, “I mean… we’re not entirely used to wearing outfits like this for supper, but when you’re dining in a sauna…”

“Hah!” agreed Elsa, “Eet is too true. Meeko likes zhe heat too much for me und Bonbon, but you learn to adapt.” She swept her hand to indicate the four of them, all wearing outfits that would’ve been considered a little too revealing in a beach resort. Yet all of them felt comfortable, happy in each other’s company. Bonita returned, making Janey’s eyes light up.

“She’s just coming down now,” announced the pretty redhead, “And I’ll start serving up supper. We’ll sit down when Miko arrives.”

“I vill help,” announced Elsa, standing up with some difficult from her recumbent position on the sofa and joining Bonita as the redhead walked up the stairs to the dining area.

“My word,” whispered Andi, “Those two are gorgeous!”

“And so cute,” giggled Hailey, finishing off her glass.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” grunted Janey, “Are you going to keep swapping your w’s for v’s all evening!?”

“Oh come on,” replied Hailey, blushing slightly, “It was only that one, maybe two times. And you did it earlier too!”

“Ah the dangers of wondering accent syndrome,” observed Andi dreamily, “Especially when the accent is so cute, and from such a beautiful girl.”

“Well cut it out you guys,” Janey was still on edge, “We don’t want to upset these guys. If they kick us out we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere. And I am so not dressed for that!”

“You’re barely dressed for bed!” giggled Hailey, drinking in the sight of Janey’s almost naked body, “But dressing like them really does seem to have helped them out of their shells a bit.”

“It’s gonna help them out of a whole lot more if you have your way,” snapped Janey, but with a friendly smile, “Anyhow. Let’s head upstairs and see if we can help. And Andi, do you have the gift?” Andi’s eyes bulged.

“Oh no!” she stammered, “I left them in my room.”

“Remind me again why we gave our lovely cookies to the girl most likely to forget them?” wondered Hailey.

“Or the one most likely to eat them!” added Janey, poking Andi in her slim side.

“EEEP!” squealed the blond, “Cut it out! I’ll go upstairs to get them, you guys offer to help.” Andi scampered off, followed by her two friends, climbing the stairs two at a time and in no way watched by all four young women who couldn’t help but gaze at her perfect ass shimmying from side to side as she rushed away.

“So,” announced Janey, turning her attention to the elegantly set up dining table, “Anything we can do to help?” Andi reached her bedroom, yanked open the wardrobe door and dug out her bag. The box of mixed cookies was still inside, seal unbroken. She grabbed it, chucked the bag back inside, close the wardrobe and emerged from her room at such a speed she collided with the person unexpectedly coming down the dark corridor.

“What the!?” yelped the stranger, falling to the floor.

“Oh gosh!” Andi exclaimed, “Excuse me! Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you, didn’t expect you, I…” She was gabbling.

“No, please, the fault is mine,” said a new voice Andi didn’t recognise, “I keep meaning to put more light switches in for this corridor but I never get around to it.”

“Gosh, you must be Mihoko!” Andi observed.

“Call me Miko,” replied the voice, which had a curious accent Andi couldn’t place, but it sounded friendly, “Shall we head downstairs.”

“Bonita has made a delicious meal,” Andi told her hostess, her brain-mouth filter off kilter after she’d run into Mihoko.

“Err, yes,” agreed the other girl, “We expected you’d all be hungry after your flight.” They’d walked down the stairs that emerged into the kitchen area and, hanging back slightly, Andi felt her eyes bulge and her heart hammer in her chest yet again. Mihoko was gorgeous! Andi knew she was Japanese, but hadn’t expected such a tall, curvy girl, nor one as stunningly pretty, the delicate features of her face and light dusting of freckles combining to create an angelic beauty.

Jet black hair went straight down to her shoulders, which were slim and delicate, but with two heavy curves at the front. She was by no means as well-endowed as Hailey, or Bonita and Elsa for that matter, but she gave Andi a run for her money, and the slim curve of her back arched out into two perfect buttocks that looked like they’d been carved out of marble! Andi knew all this because her hostess was dressed in the same style as the other girls: a perfectly fitted bra and panties combination, in her case shiny blue, with a wispy, transparent sarong.

“Hailey, Janey, I am so sorry to have kept you,” announced Mihoko as she entered the dining area, “I’ve already met Andi.” The blond saw the look of shock on her two friends’ faces and knew they thought Mihoko every bit as beautiful as their two other hostesses. But, for Andi, who’d always had a bit of a ‘thing’ about pretty, curvy Japanese girls, their latest friend was the embodiment of perfection!

“Is supper ready?” Mihoko asked, apparently unaware of the consternation she was generating in her guests.

“Sure thing,” Bonita announced, “Shall I carve?”

End of chapter 2

Chapter 3 – Bonita’s Story

“Gosh, that was delicious!” Janey said, pushing back her chair to slouch a little easier.

“Really? You liked it?” Bonita was desperate for reassurance and Janey, who thanks to the wine with supper was increasingly struggling to stop gazing at the redhead’s gorgeous body, was disinclined to upset her. Hell, the last thing she wanted was to upset Bonita. Maybe take her back to her bedroom and… She choked down that thought and sat up.

“Yes, absolutely!” she said quickly, “It was truly lovely.”

“Yeah, thanks Bonita!” agreed Andi, reaching out to fill up the English girl’s wine glass, “I wish I could cook like that.”

“I wish you could cook at all!” giggled Hailey, before turning to their new friends, “The last time Andi tried to cook anything more complicated than a hot pocket she nearly burned down the house!”

“Oh come on…” began Andi.

“No, she’s right!” Janey interjected, “Didn’t you try and do beans on toast last Wednesday?” Andi was about to give her friends a piece of her mind at these heinous mistruths when she remembered what they were talking about.

“Err…” she began.

“Hah!” laughed Hailey, feeling very jolly with a tummy filled with delicious food and a lot more wine than she usually drank, “The toaster was still ruined after you melted all those pop-tarts in it, so you used the oven instead.”

“Only she completely forgot about it!” Janey added.

“We had to call the fire brigade,” Andi finished apologetically.

“Which was a nightmare for me, as I was in the shower!” Hailey said, “I come out in just my towel and there’s these ten guys gaping at me.” She didn’t add that the towel had barely been big enough to cover her chest and hips. The fireman had almost stampeded in a rush to be the one to save her, causing Hailey to leap back into the bathroom and refuse to emerge till they promised to let her walk out on her own two feet.

“Zhat is sooooo funneee!” laughed Elsa, spluttering her drink in her good humour, prompting all the other girls to laugh as well.

“Shall we go downstairs?” Mihoko suggested, after everyone had stopped laughing.

“You’re sure we can’t tidy up?” Andi replied, feeling very unnerved that not only had she and her friends been given room and board at this wonderful house, they’d also been picked up from the airport, provided with exquisite clothes plus delicious food, and even cleaned up after them by their hostesses.

“Not at all,” said Bonita, grabbing the pudding plates, “It all goes into the dishwasher anyway. And I do the washing up as I go.”

“You hear that Hailey,” grunted Andi nastily, “She washes up as she goes.”

“Hey I wash up as I go!” lied Hailey, well aware that she did not, and that capable though she was of creating decent home cooked food, she seemed almost programmed to use every single item of crockery in the process. The kitchen often resembled a battleground after Hailey created something as simple as scrambled eggs!

“Lies!” declared Andi, “I name thee liar!” That prompted a round of laughter as Bonita surreptitiously removed the plates and Mihoko shepherded the Chix down to the common area. The evening sun had finally disappeared, leaving a pink sky like a livid bruise that was truly stunning.

“Vould anyvun like a leettle digestif?” wondered Elsa, her accent a little stronger after the wine at supper. She opened up a cupboard to reveal a very well stocked drinks cabinet. The three Chix were persuaded to try a local liqueur recommended by the German girl and settled into three of the six loungers that had been positioned around a central table earlier by Mihoko.

The meal had been a great success. The Chix, eager to avoid the subject of mathematics, had instead focussed on getting to know their hostesses. It had become clear that Bonita and Elsa had known each other for about a year and been working together at CERN for six months. The two of them had met Mihoko in the last three months and moved in to her extraordinary home soon after.

All three girls had done a bit of travelling and seen some of the world, but they were all very much in the geeky girls of science mould: happier sticking in one place doing their job/research than exploring the planet. For their part the Chix had talked about their homes, their university, and their strictly non-Bounce related experiences. All the usual talk between groups of girls of a certain age meeting for the first time.

“So,” said Hailey, once Bonita had joined them, “How exactly did the three of you meet? I’ve not heard much in the way of specifics.” Seemingly by chance she was between Bonita on her right and Elsa to her left. Next to Elsa was Janey, after her Mihoko, then Andi, and back to Bonita. Hailey directed her question to Bonita, but had to turn to Mihoko and Elsa too. There was a moment’s pause from the trio of CERN girls, and they seemed strangely hesitant to discuss this. It wasn’t Hailey’s first time bringing it up. Each time one of their hostesses changed the subject. But the way she’d said it this time suggested she wanted an explanation. It was Mihoko who began that answer.

“Well, about that,” she began, “I suppose we have to be honest.” She looked at Bonita and Elsa, who did not speak, but their body language had turned negative. The three Chix wondered what on Earth was going on. Why was this such an awkward topic of conversation?

“You see,” Mihoko said, standing up and taking a sip of her liqueur, “That’s kind of the reason we’ve invited you here.” She paused for a moment, thinking of the right words.

“Yes?” Hailey encouraged. She’d found Mihoko the most standoffish of her three new friends. While Bonita was wonderfully awkward and lacked self-confidence but was very friendly once you got past that, and Elsa was delightfully open and sweet and lovely, Miko had seemed more quiet and aloof than anything. She hadn’t spoken much during dinner, even when asked direct questions, and had appeared distracted.

Janey and Andi hadn’t really noticed and they were getting on like a house on fire with Bonbon and Ellie, but Hailey, ever the most observant and empathetic of the Chix, had. Now she wondered what she’d missed in the other two girls, who had been a little awkward on occasion, particularly when the subject of how they’d met had been brought up earlier.

“You see,” Mihoko said, “The three of us met online, in a very special chatroom. What we’re about to tell you is the gospel truth of how we all met, but I really hope you’ll bear with us, as it’s quite a strange story, or rather three stories. Bonbon, will you do the honours?” All eyes turned to Bonita, Andi’s agog, Janey’s suspicious, Hailey’s curious but friendly. The English girl blushed crimson, but sat up, took a sip of her drink, and began.

*

“God, I hate the gym,” Bonita mumbled to herself as she prepared to walk out into the drizzling rain. Like most girls her age, and mentality, Bonita really hated her body. Her ridiculous curves were so big and awkward, and everyone always gave her such funny looks. She wished she had one of those slender, Kate Moss bodies that were on all the advertisements she saw all around her. Well the only way she was going to get it was with good, hard, repeated cardiovascular exercise.

How else was she going to find someone to share her life with? Here she was, a university graduate in the final year of her PhD in advanced physics, and she’d never so much as kissed a boy! It was awkward, and embarrassing, and knowing all her brothers and sister were off getting married and having kids, even the younger one, didn’t help. So Bonita went to the gym, and half-starved herself, and hated herself, even though so many people were quick to tell her she wasn’t fat and hideous, she was curvy and gorgeous. But she just couldn’t believe it.

Grabbing her pre-packed bag with its running shoes, towel, a change of clothes and other paraphernalia, she popped on her purple tracksuit, tied her shoulder length, straight, gingery-red hair back, popped on her work shoes, a pair of purple heels, grabbed her keys and phone, and prepared to go to the gym for another painful, stultifying workout. She emerged from her flat, locked the door, turned and felt her whole body go BLOP!

Darkness took her. There were infinite sensations fluttering through her consciousness: a sense of great movement, the appearance of the planet Earth beneath her, a three winged vessel floating in the sky above rusty red in colour, heat and cold, wind and stillness, seconds as hours and days as minutes… it was all very strange. Until, with a gentle sensation of returning consciousness, Bonita awoke, hearing a female robotic voice say ‘…done!’

“Wha…? I can’t see…” she realised. But it wasn’t blindness. No. There was a sensation of something over her eyes, not unlike the face mask she wore to help her sleep at night. This one fitted perfectly. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all. In fact the material felt almost non-existent. And she was able to open her eyes, but all that greeted her was total blackness. What she did know was that she was kneeling on something plush, while her arms were held up above her head in some sort of cuff. She was stretched but she wasn’t uncomfortable as such… beyond concerns about what on Earth was happening!

“Hello my beauty!” said a sensual voice, “I’m Mistress Koki.” Whoever they were they spoke English, but with a husky, American, deep South accent that sounded like rich honeyed wine to Bonita’s ear.

“I am not going to hurt you,” continued the voice, Mistress Koki, “But I am going to tickle you!”

“What!?” gasped Bonita, suddenly terrified, “You can’t do that! Untie me at once!” The very last thing the gorgeous girl wanted was to be tickled. She’d always hated being tickled. A light touch would have her in hysterics. A light touch for a few seconds would leave her completely incapacitated. Growing up with four siblings had led to her being tickled an awful lot, albeit never for very long, and she’d always hated it.

“OOOWAAHAAHAA!” squealed Bonita. A light, ticklish sensation had suddenly appeared in her right armpit. To her shock she realised her sweatshirt had been removed. She could feel the material of her trousers, bra and panties, even her shoes, but her top was gone. And, with her arms up over her head, her horribly sensitive pits were terrifyingly vulnerable. The feather’s touch on her naked, sensitive armpit was torturous!

“NAHA! NAHA! NOT THAHAHAAA!” she begged. And her hilarity only intensified when she felt something gently remove her shoes, grip her toes, and start to run a similar feather over the horribly ticklish soles of her feet.

“Oooooo!” purred the subtly accented, almost Southern Belle voice of her captor, “Oh GOODIE! We’re a bit ticklish, aren’t we? This is fantastic news! That means the ol’ feather is tickling you, huh? My dear, I think you’re in some BIG trouble!” Bonita didn’t need to be told that. She was already screaming in laughter at the torturous tickles, but she was able to hear what was being said and could only scream harder when she heard the synthetic voice say:

“Ticklish toes for Thompson! I thinks she likes me! Oops! Her pants have just unsnapped!”

“HAHAHAAHAAAAAA!” wailed Bonita, “NO MORE! AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA PLEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEASEEEE IT TICKLEES SOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOO MUCHAHAHAAAA!”

“That is a VERY sheer bra my honey!” warned Mistress Koki, and started slipping her horrible feather inside the left part of Bonita’s bra, flicking against the edge of the redhead’s nipple as she tickled the helpless girl’s left armpit, “Coochie coochie coooo!”

“OOOOHOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO NUOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOOOOO!” squealed Bonita. She was shaking every limb, every part of her body, in response to the horrible foot tickling and the awful armpit tickling, but a strange part of her was shuddering at the surprisingly wonderful nipple tickling! As someone only ever tickled by her siblings, Bonita had never had anything beyond her feet, sides and armpits tickled, or occasionally her neck. And it had never been at all intimate. This was, and it was making her feel very strange inside. Even the foot tickling was sending odd signals to between her legs, rather than just to her lungs

“See?” said the sexy voice, and Bonita felt the right hand side of her bra being gently pulled down, “That thin little cup slips right off.” Bonita felt her small, pert nipple flick out and sense the kiss of cool air against it and, to her shock, she realised her nipple was hard! Both of them were! Even as the foot tickles intensified, making her squeal yet more, a big part of her was desperately curious to find out what happened when that seductive feather kissed her nipple.

“No more protection to save this naked breast!” laughed the sexy voice, “Nothing but soft skin for my darling feather to titillate! Tell me, is lefty JUST as ticklish baby?”

“AAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAA!” Bonita laughed. The feather’s touch on her nipple was as insanely ticklish as the touch on her feet, or her breast. She’d never been tickled in such a way before and it was driving her up the wall. And she suspected that her left breast would be just as sensitive as the right…!

“GOD NOT MY TITS!” she wailed, “WAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAHAAAHAHAHA! NOOOHOOOOO YOU VILLAIN! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Both her breasts were now exposed, the soft, warm, light touch of her captor’s fingers pulling down the second half of Bonita’s bra so that now her huge, gravity defying breasts were being held up even more by the elastic of her underwear.

“Wow, you are a ticklish beauty!” giggled the ‘villain’ using two feathers to tickle Bonita’s breasts and nipples with gleeful, erotic abandon, “Both titties in my clutches! Oh, you ARE fun! And you’re getting ME excited as well!”

“EEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Bonita cried, feeling a very strange heat building in her thighs. Between the thunderous peels of her laughter the sweet, beautiful, naïve redhead picked up on the word ‘excited’ and wondered what her captor meant? But such thoughts were swept away by yet more tickles and the wonderfully seductive teasing from the honey voiced woman.

“Just keep on laughing, baby!” which Bonita did, “Thompson, please remove her bra and pants. I just can’t seem to stop tickling this helpless girl!”

“Roger!” replied the amused, playful, female robot voice from behind Bonita, “Bra is history! Say bye-bye!” As Bonita yelled in hilarity at the extraordinary sensations in her breasts and feet making her scream and judder, she felt her bra seem to melt away off her skin. She would’ve been shocked, had she not immediately been attacked even more aggressively on her full, now free breasts.

“AHAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!” she laughed, “NOO! OH GUOOOOD EEEETT TEEEEECKLEEES SOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO MUCCH!”

“She is SO cute!” observed the robot, this Thompson, “Can Thompson also tickle her tummy? Preparing to delete her pants.” Bonita sensed her trousers vanish in the same ‘fading away’ manner as her bra. Immediately Mistress Koki dropped down to grab the back of Bonita’s right leg, and started going to town on her bellybutton with her feather, inducing further paroxysms of laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHAAA! PUHUHLEEAAASEE!” Bonita begged, the sensations as ticklish as her breasts had been, though less… encouraging of the feelings building up elsewhere, “MAAAHAHAHAAHHAAHAA! WAHAHAHAAHAHA! WAAHAAHAA!”

“Yummy yummy naked tummy!” giggled mistress Koki, “Oh yeessss! Keep her on her toes, Thompson. And you… are you trying to wiggle away?” Bonita had been trying to wiggle away ever since she’d first heard the word tickle earlier! But she had found it easier to shift away from the horrible navel tickling earlier. Responding to this defiance, Mistress Koki dropped her feather and started eagerly tickling Bonita’s sumptuous sides.

“HAH!” squealed the captive redhead, “NO MORE! HAHAAAHAAAAAAAAA!”

“Boss,” said the metallic voice behind her, “You have got to come look at what I’m seeing.”

“Tickle tickle,” teased the terrible woman torturing Bonita’s sides, “Ok, Thompson, but she better have a REALLY smoking hot ass!”

“AHAAAAA!” yelled Bonita, “THOMPSON NO!” Of all the indignities, the thought of her having her tender tushy tickled was almost too much for the redhead. It wasn’t that she knew her bottom was ticklish, but given her experiences thus far she wouldn’t bet against it. And Bonita had always hated her plump, curved butt the most of all her self-perceived imperfections.

“Now that is a nice ass!” exclaimed the woman tickling her, causing a riot of confusion in Bonita’s libido. Had she just been complimented on her big old bottom!?

“Good work, Thompson,” continued the woman, “I’ll reward you later. But first… Ooh, how about a little game of bun feathering? I can’t wait to see your… reactions.”

“NO!” shouted Bonita, more in fear than defiance, “NO! Don’t! Please don’t… NOT THEEEEEREEEHEEEEHEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAA!” This wasn’t tickling. Tickling was when your siblings poked you in your sides and made you squeal for a few seconds, possibly a minute or so. This was something else. Something that was destroying Bonita’s sense of what could and could not be achieved with a couple of feathers and some wiggling fingers.

“Ohh, please let Thompson tickle jiggling boobs!” begged the robot, now at Bonita’s front.

“OOOOHOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!” replied the redhead, not sure she could stand having her ass and breasts tickled simultaneously. Her captor seemed to take ‘mercy’ on her as no breast tickling ensued, but she was far from done with her. The feather tickling the top of Bonita’s ass was the most insanely ticklish sensation she’d ever experienced, but there was a growing sense of urgent heat between her thighs she’d never felt before. It had been building from the start, but now it seemed to be threatening to explode from within her! The naïve redhead had no idea what was happening, but it was increasingly clear to her that whatever it was she WANTED it to occur.

“Ooohh my!” giggled Mistress Koki, “She may not be my tickle lover – not yet – but I LOVE her laugh! And she has the most ticklish kaboose I’ve EVER treated! You LIKE that, Honey? Uh-oh… I’m slipping off your panties… I guess that means MORE naked ass to play with! Heeeheeeheehee! Oops! I can see your crack…” Bonita was going insane. The feather tickling her backside was the most ticklish, confusing sensation she’d ever experienced, and she could feel the gentle pressure from Mistress Koki’s free hand, softly pushing down her white panties with the pink heart on them. Her captor had only pushed them a little, but the shaking of Bonita’s body was causing them to slip down and down all on their own…

In just a few seconds, she was going to be essentially naked, in front of these two tickling women! And, what was strange was that rather than worrying about that, about what they might think of her overweight body, or concerns about her abduction, or what they planned to do with her after, all Bonita was thinking about was much she wanted to be tickled HARDER on her ass, and between her thighs. Something was building within her and all she wanted was for it to be released. Except… good girls didn’t go in for that sort of thing. Within Bonita’s psyche a battle was being fought, one even she was not aware of, between her understanding of society’s opinion of her, her own low self-esteem, and the sensations these tickles were eliciting.

“HAHAHAAA! Look at you wiggle!” giggled Mistress Koki, not quite aware of the metamorphosis Bonita was undergoing, “Your panties are almost off now… Tickle tickle, my sweet, laughing girl! HEEHEEHEE!” And, as Bonita’s panties continued to lose their battle against gravity, her captor dropped the feather and began running her fingernails up and down the top of the redhead’s crack.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! NOT THAT!” begged Bonita, “AHAAAHAAAAAA… GEEEHEEET YOUR FEEENGEEERS OUT OF THEREEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEE!” Notwithstanding the amazing sensations now coursing through her body, Bonita was still English enough, and suppressed enough, not to mention clueless enough, to resent her most intimate areas been tickled like this. She’d been kidnapped, blindfolded, bound, stripped, and tickled horrifically, all over her big, overweight body. She was outraged! At least… she should be outraged. In fact, she was actually grateful to her two captors for getting her to this point! And, in her heart, her biggest concern was that they might stop before she could release the strain building up inside of her. Fortunately there was NO danger of that happening!

“Such a yummy, ticklish ass you have, baby!” Mistress Koki cooed, pulling down Bonita’s panties entirely to give her unrestricted access to the girl’s treats, “You are SOOO sweetly vulnerable! HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“And you’ve got such soft skin!” the woman continued, using her fingers to tickle all over Bonita’s ass, “I’ve REALLY got you now! You’re getting me SO WET, baby! Time for the grand finale!”

“OOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Bonita, her body now locked into a cycle of constant laughter at the slightest of tickles, “AAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAA! PLEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEAEEE DUOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOOON’T!” Even as she felt the sensations in her body start to peak and explode within her, still she held back from that side of herself, until Mistress Koki picked up the feather and began using it as well as her fingers.

Bonita stopped laughing. Stopped shaking. Stopped juddering. She stopped thinking even! Mistress Koki used the feather to tease the redhead’s horribly ticklish hip bones, slipping it under Bonita’s panties and tickling the poor girl’s most sensitive spots. Bonita felt something removing her panties completely, actually this robotic Thompson, as Mistress Koki moved to the girl’s sides and started to feather Bonita’s backside as her fingers approached her front… and made contact.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” screamed Bonita, as her internal muscles started to contract and release in great waves of pleasure that she’d never dreamed possible.

“Such a ticklish wet spot!” her captor observed, with uncharacteristic understatement, “You love being tickled from both ends like this? Ha! HA! Oh YES you DO! I’m going to keep tickling you like this until you CUM for me!”

“PLEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” begged Bonita, “PLEEEHEEEASEEE KEEEHEEEEEP GOINGEEEEEEHEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSS UHI’M CUMMMMMEEEEEEEEEENGGG SOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRDD!”

“Such ticklish lips!” squealed Mistress Koki, as her latest captive started to pump great volumes of love honey all over her captor’s tickling fingers, “YESSSS! CUM, baby! CUM MORE AND MORE! YES! YEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!” Bonita barely processed the sounds coming from the woman tickling her. Between the wonderful ass tickling and the loving pussy tickling she was in ticklish nirvana, her young, pliant, beautiful, repressed, sensual body finally achieving what it had always wanted: her pleasure and joy.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSS!” she screamed, “TEECKLEE MUY PUUUSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEE YEEEAAAAAAAAAH! MORE! MOOREEE! MOOORRREEEEE! YEEESSS! YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS MISTREEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS I LUUUUUVV BEEEING TEEEEEEECKLEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEED!” As she reached heights she’d never dreamed possible she lapsed into unconsciousness, her libido finally freed from its self-imposed hell.

*

Bonita tailed off into silence at the completion of her story. Around the room the various young women all processed her tale in different ways. For Elsa and Mihoko it was the latest time of many that they’d heard it, but the first they’d ever experienced it shared outside their trio. For Hailey, Andi and Janey, it was a little different hearing about someone else being tortured at the hands of an alien woman!

“Wha… what happened afterwards?” wondered Andi, her legs tight crossed and the hard points of her nipples clearly pushing through her blue bed gown. Bonita shivered at the memory.

“Well she and Thompson kept me there for what felt like forever, tickling me to orgasm repeatedly, whenever they felt like it.” It was all Andi could do not to whimper. She’d experienced enough similar situations to empathise hugely with Bonita. Hailey looked extremely turned on too, but equally distressed. But Janey wasn’t feeling upset at all, at Bonita’s tribulations. She was having WAY too hard a time imagining the gorgeous, curvy, ginger-redhead naked and quivering, laughing fit to burst as naughty women tickled her bouncy bottom till she came again and again. It was all Janey could do not to moan at the thought, but unfortunately her clothing left little doubt about how she felt.

“Did they let you see them?” asked Hailey. Bonita nodded.

“Absolutely. Thompson was a robot, essentially a mass of tentacles with a screen on one of them and oh so many tickling implements on the others,” she shuddered at the memory, half in horror, half… for other reasons, “And Mistress Koki…” Bonita tailed off with a bashful smile and delicate blush.

“Well she… was stunning! Fiery red hair, the most amazingly curvy body, pale skin. She could’ve been a supermodel, except for the two antennae coming out of her head.”

“Seriously?” exclaimed Janey, glad to be able to focus her mind on the extra-terrestrial tickler rather than right-in-front-of-her tickled.

“Yeah!” Bonita nodded, “She said they were sensory organs that can detect vibrations or something, a kind of combination of hearing and scent. They used to twitch around whenever she was walking, as if seeking danger. Apparently that’s why her species are called Twitches.”

“They seemed willing to talk a lot,” Hailey observed, not unkindly.

“Oh they did!” gushed Bonita, “And they talked to me about me. I mean… I don’t want to get all emotional and hippy like. But before my experiences with Mistress Koki, I was this super repressed, asexual girl.”

“Seriously?” demanded Janey, unable to imagine this stunning redhead as anything except hypersexual!

“Absolutely,” Bonita nodded, misinterpreting Janey’s outburst, “They really helped me realise that I wasn’t the antisocial ogre I thought I was. I was just a little… different. Mistress Koki and Thompson helped me realise that I could be me and like me… and me likes tickles!” She giggled at that and all five girls giggled with her, each of them reflecting, with various degrees of self-honesty, that they liked tickles too.

“So what happened after a week?” asked Hailey. Bonita shrugged her shoulders sadly.

“They offered me a place on the crew,” she explained, “I wouldn’t actually have to do much, it would’ve been a learning position mostly… though I suspect I would mostly have learnt about being tickled!” There was another round of giggles at that, before Bonita continued.

“But I was just completing my PhD at the time, my dad was unwell in hospital and, lonely though I was, I had a life in London,” she concluded, “So I had to thank them for their kind offer but reject it, with the proviso that if they were ever passing by Earth again they simply HAD to beam me back aboard!”

“Seriously?” demanded Janey again, shivering at the implications.

“Oh yes,” Bonita nodded, “The thought of being under Mistress Koki’s touch again…!” Now it was her turn to shiver.

“Wow,” muttered Janey, looking away and folding her arms over her agonisingly sensitive nipples. The way Bonita had said that, and her reaction to saying it, suggested she liked being tickled. Just the thought of that, of giving Bonita what she wanted, had Janey very hot and bothered.

“And what happened next?” wondered Andi. Bonita’s story had been one of the most erotic things she’d ever heard, but she finally had her own libido under control, and was interested in why the beautiful ginger-redhead had thought to tell such an extraordinary tale, especially to three near total strangers who just so happened to have a LOT of empathy for Bonita’s experiences.

“Well, after I said goodbye to Mistress Koki and Thompson,” Bonita said, “Which resulted in one last epic tickling session, they beamed me back to Earth and I completed my studies. But I knew there had to be others out there.”

“Other aliens?” asked Hailey.

“Other people tickled by aliens,” Bonita replied, to a shocked silence from the Chix, “It took a few weeks, but that’s how I found Elsa.” All eyes turned to the beautiful German who blushed womanfully.

“Is eet my turn to tell my story?” she asked.

End of chapter 3

Delightful. And I see you found the link function, but what I was talking about was starting a different thread and linking back to this one.

I'm loving this story, you can't go wrong with the Bounce Chix. When will the movie version come out?

Chapter 4 – Elsa’s story

Chapter 4 – Elsa’s story

It was the end of a warm day in Dusseldorf. They were enjoying a hot summer that year and the temperatures had touched 34oC a few hours before. Elsa, dressed in a very light, figure hugging pale yellow blouse and shorts, which matched her blonde Bob-cut hair, emerged from the communal bathroom in the halls of residence and almost bumped into Ana, her next door neighbour.

“Oh!” Elsa exclaimed, in German, surprised to see her acquaintance, “I didn’t know you were in this evening Ana.” The beautiful busty brunette, dressed in nothing but a tightly bound dressing gown, looked utterly wrecked. That wasn’t a surprise after what she’d been through the night before… Ana shrugged by way of response.

“I’ve been invited to another party,” she replied, “But after last night…? My chest is still REALY sore from all that laughing.”

“Oh. Yes. The laughing.” Elsa didn’t know what to say. She was a mature student completing her final year of a physics PhD, staying in the undergraduates’ halls of residence because it was so much cheaper. But that meant that she had to contend with all the noise and partying of her wilder, more junior colleagues. Which was fine. She’d accepted that when she moved in and learnt to live with it over the three years of her even higher education.

In fact she wished she could kick back and join them a bit, but despite her friendly, outgoing nature, she was a little too shy and reserved to do that, even though she knew many of the undergrads would’ve happy for her to participate. Who wouldn’t want a sweet, gorgeous, beautifully curvy science post-doc at their party!? But, this year, Elsa’s latest neighbour had been even wilder than most, and with a rather specific kink that was causing Elsa all sorts of internal confusion.

“God,” Ana didn’t seem to realise the consternation she was inducing in her neighbour, “Last night…! She tickled me for AGES before letting me cum!”

“Di… did she…?” wondered Elsa, crossing her arms and squeezing her legs together.

“Yeah!” Ana smiled at the memory, “She kept edging me… Taking me to the edge of orgasm only to stop the nice tickles and restart the torturous ones.” Elsa knew full well what Ana was talking about. After all, the walls of student residences aren’t exactly thick. The beautiful blond had listened to the intimate details of Ana being tickled for almost 45 minutes until her brunette neighbour was finally allowed to explode in orgasm.

By that stage the hapless Elsa had inadvertently touched herself to climax twice. She’d never even heard of erotic tickling before that summer. But almost three terms next door to Ana had revealed something that Elsa dearly wished might happen to her. But she didn’t dare tell anyone, even Ana, who would’ve probably jumped at the opportunity. However Elsa was too inhibited to admit this side of herself to anyone.

“Well, I hope you sleep ok tonight!” she exclaimed, her face blushing beetroot red as she fled the bathroom, watched by Ana, who’s wry smile belied her attraction to her neighbour.

“Yeah, you too Elsa,” Ana called after the retreating girl, looking at Elsa’s sensual back and imagining what it would be like to run her fingers all over it…! The stunning blond barely looked old enough to be at university, let alone approaching the end of her second degree. And her curvy body was still youthful enough that she could forgo a bra despite having such huge, round breasts.

If Ana hadn’t been able to find so many people in Dusseldorf who she could tickle, and be tickled by, she would definitely have tried it on with her neighbour, and sometimes wondered if Elsa’s awkwardness around her was a symptom of her interest in those activities. But, at that moment, the last thing Ana wanted was any more tickles, at least for another day or two. So she left things be, watching as Elsa got to her room and almost slammed the door in her embarrassment at how giddy just being next to Ana had made her.

“Get a grip Elsa,” the blond whispered to herself. She dropped off her washbag and turned off the lights, climbing into bed and willing herself to drift off to sleep. Falling asleep had always been a bit of a challenge to Elsa, so it was some surprise that she felt herself lapsing into unconsciousness almost immediately, with a sensation of… BLOP! There was a sense of rapid movement, of shooting off up into space, seeing the world, approaching a spaceship. Elsa, never a fervent dreamer, was shocked at the details she was taking in, and at her own sense of wakefulness. But, as she came to rest inside the ship, she seemed to drift off, into proper sleep.

“Wake up Elsa…” stated a voice. The blond felt herself waking up, her eyes slowly coming into focus and observing a purple skinned woman with purple hair and purple clothes, standing right in front of her!

“Well, hello there!” announced the woman, as Elsa’s eyes bulged at the sight, “You seem like a smart girl. I’d be happy to answer your questions. My name’s Captain Dusty, and this is my ship. I’m from one of MANY inhabited planets. I have many friends on my little ship, from ALL OVER the galaxy. I’ve beamed you aboard to join our group of friends. Slither and I are now going to take advantage of you, and to tickle you up and down your gorgeous body!”

At this a green skinned, green haired girl appeared to Elsa’s right. Like the purple one, this Captain Dusty, she was tall, very feminine, but clearly not human. Her smile revealed the largest canines Elsa had ever seen, and as she grinned a forked tongue flicked out briefly. Elsa had to admit, this girl Slither was stunning, with a huge pair of breasts threatening to burst out of her tight green top, which was so minimalist the bottom of her chest was visible beneath it, and the hard outlines of her nipples seemed to be all that was holding the top in place. A shocked Elsa turned back to Dusty to examine her in the same detail, but the captain had continued speaking.

“We’re going to do this to you because most species have a nerve centre that’s triggered via forced laughter and pleasure,” Dusty had said, continuing: “Humans have this reaction – some more than others. Many people have found their ‘tickle match.’ That special someone who gives you maximum results when you tickle them. It feels very, VERY good! My match is a Twitch named Mistress Koki, and we are chasing her down… When we find her, she will be tickled to orgasm OVER and OVER again! Until then, my ravishing beauty – let’s have some fun!”

Elsa mind was in turmoil at all this. Dusty’s words made hardly any sense to her. Tickle match? Twitch? Mistress Koki? What on Earth was she talking about? And… gosh yes! She had THREE breasts! Each of them full and pert and seemingly desperate to pop up and out of her lacy, purple-red top. Elsa couldn’t believe this was happening to her and decided, fairly reasonably, that this was her mind processing the fantasy that had gestating there for the best part of a year of living next to Ana and the brunette’s ticklish shenanigans. Except it felt VERY real, none more so than when Dusty added:

“Tell me: are you ticklish?” Now Elsa had never really been tickled much, but she knew full well that her skin was DEATHLY sensitive. Just cleaning herself with a cloth in the shower was enough to make her tingle, even giggle on occasion. It was part of why Ana’s nocturnal, and sometimes day time, activities had been so arousing to her. She KNEW that if she ever got under her neighbour’s fingers the results would be explosive. And, at this time, the thought of experiencing that with these two… aliens, for want of a better word, filled her with fear, but also a fair amount of wonder.

“Huh?” she gasped, by way of a response, “VHAT!? Who are you and vhat do you vant vith me?”

“Oooo… captain, she’s perfect!” giggled Slither, at Elsa’s outburst, “Please let me take off her shorts and tickle her!” Her voice, like Dusty’s, was a foreign, almost West Coast American tone, speaking perfect English. It was yet another phenomenon Elsa couldn’t explain, and she assumed her extraordinarily intense dream, seemingly so real, was making everything alien and American in an effort to distance herself from what her subconscious was cooking up. That HAD to be the explanation, SURELY. Surely…?

“Slither, no!” replied Dusty, her voice sharp at her subordinate’s over-eagerness, “You start at the feet, and I’ll be happy to oblige very soon.”

“Yesss, captain!” susurrated the snake-like Slither, “Bye-bye socks!” The sensation of having her socks removed, socks she wore because the feeling of air on her feet at night was extremely ticklish to Elsa, made the blond begin to realise this was real. This wasn’t a dream. This was actually happening!

“Aliens! Zhis in incredible!” she exclaimed, her voice full of wonder. And it was. As a physicist Elsa had studied and understood Newton, Einstein and the rest. She knew of the difficulties, of the impossibilities, of intragalactic travel. Yet standing in front of her was evidence that it was possible! Hell, it was possible to the point where people could go out seeking their ‘tickle match,’ whatever that was, which suggested that, to some species, journeys across relativistic distances were commonplace to the point of mundanity. The repercussions were extraordinary. But that begged the query of what was so special about her to be experiencing this extraordinary discovery. So she asked the obvious question.

“But vhy me?” Dusty’s response was a very naughty smile that made Elsa’s heart pound, and know the answer: because if you’re seeking your ‘tickle match’ you were going to have to tickle your way through some EXTREMELY sensitive people first to find them. Dusty recognised the realisation in Elsa’s expression, but wanted to encourage her first mate too.

“Good Slither… now make me proud, and I’ll let you get away with that outfit.” Elsa briefly looked at Slither, standing at her feet. She realised that the green woman was actually covered in scales. That, plus her sharp teeth and her forked tongue, made Elsa realise that Slither really was some sort of snake-woman! One whose tiny clothes really emphasised the ‘woman’ part of that, a very attractive, sexy woman. Yet her hands, when they’d removed Elsa’s socks, had been soft and warm, the feel almost human.

Elsa’s eyes met Slither’s and she felt herself sliding into them, the deep, serpent green almost mesmerising her in an instant as… She was distracted as Dusty slid between her legs, blocking her view of Slither. Elsa finally noted her position: face up, arms bound over her head, legs spread. She was horribly vulnerable to ANY sort of tickling they might inflict, with the purple skinned woman perching her long fingers, and their longer, purpler nails, over Elsa’s horribly exposed tummy, her positioning pulling up her top till it barely covered her ribs. Her bellybutton was completely open.

“As for you, sexy,” Dusty purred, as Elsa inadvertently tried to pull away her tummy, “Ahh, now you get it! But can you suck in your tummy enough…?”

“Ohh, no NO! PLEASE not zhat! I am quite too teekahleesh!” She wasn’t certain she was, but she was certain she was about to find out, and fairly certain that Dusty and Slither hadn’t brought her up to their ship without KNOWING she was incredibly ticklish. And it was the moment of truth… Dusty’s fingernails reached Elsa’s skin, paused for a moment to increase the helpless blonde’s anticipation, and started flicking over her tender tummy, just as Slither’s soft, warm, nibble fingers began running up and down her supremely sensitive soles.

“AHAAAHAAAAAHAAAAA!” squealed Elsa, instantly dissolving into hysterical laughter, “STOP ZHAT! NO NOOOOOO! NYAHAHAAHA STAAAAAHAAAAAAAP! EEEET TEEEHEEECKLES SOOOOOOOOO MUUUUUHUUUUCHUUUHUUUUU!”

“Guess you couldn’t get away, after all,” Dusty observed, a fiendish smile on her face, “Oh my, Elsa! You are DEFINITELY ticklish there! Would you like me to undress you, and find ALL your ticklish spots? I hope so, ‘cos that is EXACTLY my plan! Slither sure is a good tickler, isn’t she? But I think I might be a much better tickler! I know! We’ll have a contest! Elsa, you just let us know who’s tickling your body the best!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAHAAAAA!” screamed Elsa, barely able to process Dusty’s words let alone give a coherent answer, “EEEEEEEEEETTT AAAAAAAAAALLLLL TEEEEECKLLEEEEEEEEES SOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOO MUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUCH!” Her belly was so sensitive to Dusty’s fingernails travelling all over the skin, while Slither’s fingers on her soles and toes were making Elsa scream to the point where she almost couldn’t breathe! In fact, now that she’d been challenged, the snake-girl was tickling Elsa even MORE than before!

“What do you say, Slither?” Dusty wondered, “Winner gets to tickle the loser afterwards. You might even win this time. Deal?”

“A tickle bet?” Slither replied, now using her fingernails to scratch Elsa’s feet with a lighter, but no less excruciating touch, “You’re on, captain! And when I win, I want to tickle your naked breasts! I’ll tickle Elsa first, then you can go…” Dusty stopped her tickling of the beautiful blond, but Slither only redoubled her efforts. There was no respite for Elsa, whose feet were quite sensitive enough to make her scream in laughter.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTT IST SOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOO TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECKLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESH!” Slither’s fingernails, running up and down her soles and the back of her toes, was inducing ticklish apoplexy in Elsa, who had no defence but to scream.

“Yesss, Elssssa!” Slither encouraged, loving the reaction she was eliciting and knowing it would be enough for Elsa to declare her the winner, “Laugh for me, baby! Feel that finger there? How about there? Come on, pick me as the best tickler… I can do this all day!”

“HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! PUHLEEEEEAASE NUOOOHOOOOOOOHOOO MUOOOOOOOREEEEEHEEEEEEEEE!” begged Elsa. The torturous foot tickling was the most horrible thing she’d ever experienced in her life. She would’ve done ANYTHING to make it stop.

“SSSsssuch very ticklissssh feet!” Slither exclaimed, extending her S’s in her excitement, “You must choossssse me assssss the winner, Elssssa…!”

“YAAAHAAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” was all Elsa could say in response, “I GIVE UP! AHAAAHAAAA! NO MOOOORE!” The sensation on her feet was pure torture. She would’ve done/said/agreed to anything to make it stop. And Slither realised this. She knew better than to try and win a tickle bet with purely torturous tickles. And Elsa seemed primed for the OTHER side of Slither’s expert foot tickling. She extended her long, forked tongue, and brought it against Elsa’s quivering right foot. The response was immediate.

“HUUUH!” gasped Elsa, eyes bulging as her addled mind processed this new sensation, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HUOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO GUOOOOODDAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Slither started to run her talented tongue all over the soles of both Elsa’s feet. The blonde could barely breathe through the ticklishness of it. But, deep within her, a new sensation had sprung up, and was rapidly threatening to take over EVERY part of her. The finger and fingernail tickling of her feet had been pure torture. But the ongoing finger and fingernail tickling of her feet, combined with Slither’s soft, slippery, seductive tongue on her toes, was making Elsa scream in more than just hilarity. Deep inside, in her breasts and between her thighs, she began to feel a LOT more than just laughter.

“Mmmm… yummy!” exclaimed Slither, and noted with delight the change in tone of the blonde’s laughter, “Yesss… give in Elssssa… Tell Pinktop that Slither is the best! Just say it, and I’ll stop, otherwise I’ll have to torture your feet ALL DAY!” As she said she withdrew her tongue and reverted to the purely torturous tickles of before. Elsa, rapidly racing towards orgasm just moments ago, immediately dropped back to the hellishness of her earlier experiences.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NUOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SLEEEEEEEEEETHEEEEEEEER PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAEEEEEEEEEEE STUOOPPPPAAAAAH THE TORTURE TEEEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEEEEEESSS!” And go back to the pleasurable ones, she thought but did not add, as Slither had already slid out her tongue and began flicking it against the back of Elsa’s toes, somewhere she’d never been licked before. Instantly the blond felt her libido kick into high gear.

“I think we have a winner, captain!” Slither observed, between sensual licks of Elsa’s toes and feet, “Get ready to lose your shirt and be tickled just like gorgeous Elssssa! I’ll make YOU cum!” And, as if to demonstrate that she could, at that moment Slither took Elsa’s right big toe INSIDE her mouth and began to suck on that dangerously delightful digit. The result, between Elsa’s thighs, was instant.

“OOOoooooooohhhhHHHHHHH…!” she began, her voice going through the gears, “OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS SLEEEEETHEEEEEEER YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSS!” Elsa’s pale shorts perceptively darkened between her legs as her tickle tortured body surrendered to the orgasmic stimulation of her feet by the seductive Slither, who kept going with her erotic tickles till Elsa’s prolonged climax had settled, a good two minutes later…!

“Sad news, Miss Pinktop!” Slither giggled, as she moved up to Elsa’s right, with Dusty on the left, “I think I’ve got this bet in the bag! She BEGGED me to stop!” Elsa felt obliged to agree.

“HEE HEE,” she gasped, “Oh yes, Sleether tickled me sooooo goooood!” She meant it in both meanings.

“Do your turn,” Slither continued, confident of success, “But I think this time you’re going to end up writhing under my fingers!”

“That WAS good tickling,” Dusty agreed, “But Elsa is going to vote for me after this… I take off her little top and start stroking like this…” And, to Elsa’s shock, Dusty picked up the bottom of the blonde’s tight, now quite sweaty, yellow top and eased it up over her beautiful chest, with her small, pert, nipples already quite erect thanks to Slither’s orgasmic tickles.

Slither never seemed to realise that, in a tickle bet, it was a VAST advantage to go SECOND! Your opponent would’ve done all the hard work to break down the ticklee’s defences, leaving you a much easier target for your round. And if they’d already tickled an absolutely enormous, hugely erotic orgasm out of the ticklee, especially without even touching her particular erogenous zones, then winning was almost too easy…! As Dusty was about to demonstrate, as she resumed her belly tickling on Elsa.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” began the blond, horribly unprepared for just how tender her tummy now was, “NO NO NOOO OOOH GAAAAAWD EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETS SOOOOHOOOOOOO TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEESH! NO! NO PLEEASEEE! PLEEEEAASEEEHEEEE STUOOOOHOOOOOOOOOPP!”

“Ah – such sweet tickling!” Dusty exclaimed, “This is MUCH better, isn’t it? Sweet Elsa – you are SO ticklish on your tummy! Would you like me to tickle higher or lower? Ohhhh, how I have you laughing! This is fun, isn’t it, baby? Dance some more for me, sweet little Elsa!” Elsa sucked in her tummy in a vain effort to evade Dusty’s fiendish fingers, inadvertently thrusting her magnificent chest at the stunningly beautiful purple woman. Dusty needed no further encouragement, moving to Elsa’s right and continuing the tummy tickles with one hand, while her left stuck behind the blonde’s back to tickle the helpless girls horribly sensitive ribs underneath her breast.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Elsa squealed, in one long, continuous yelp that made Slither realise she was surely about to lose AGAIN, “NO MORE! AHAHAAAHAAAHAAHAAA! NOOOOOHOHO! ON ZE TEEEECKLEEEESSS AAAREE TOOO MUUUUCH FOR MEEEEHEEEEE!” And they were. But unlike before, when Slither had alternated between torturous and erotic tickles, Dusty’s tickles were a stunning combination of both! Elsa’s libido was filling her mind with ALL SORTS of crazy feelings, not least was the increasing DESIRE to be tickled on her needy breasts and/or between her boiling hot, gushing thighs. Something Dusty was only too happy to exploit.

“See, Slither,” Dusty observed, with a manic smile on her face, her own body reacting womanfully to Elsa’s tribulations, “I think YOU may be the happy loser tonight!”

“Oooooh YES, Elsa!” she encouraged, playing her latest tickle-thing’s ribs like an instrument, “I’m GLAD you LOVE being tickled! Now it’s time to go upstairs and have some REAL fun! I know it’ll drive you MAD with pleasure, but I can’t help myself! Here I come lover…” Elsa could only continue to wail in torturous, erotic hilarity as Dusty swung BOTH her hands up to the exquisitely tender ribs under the blonde’s beautiful breasts.

“Poor naked Elsa,” Dusty giggled, in no way sympathetic, “So ticklish, so VERY vulnerable. I can tickle you ALL NIGHT, even those MAGNIFICANT breasts!” It was exactly what Elsa’s sexually primed, tickled added mind wanted to hear. She was hardly even aware of her response:

“HAAAAHAAAAAA! PLEEEHEEEEASEE CAPTAIN! OH GAWD YEEESSS!” Dusty swung round till she was perched above Elsa’s head, her hands reaching down and, with no let-up in the tickling, changing targets to the blonde’s big, bouncing, beautiful breasts, with their taut, quivering, achingly sensitive nipples.

“SUCH ticklish ripe melons!” exclaimed Dusty, no stranger to ticklish ripe melons herself, “You LOVE me tickling you here, yes? Are you a naughty little tickle slave? Good girl, Elsa! Computer: vaporise her top and her shorts! It’s time for the GRAND FINALE!”

“HAHAAAOOOOOOG EEEEET FEEEEELSS SOOOHOOOHOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOODD!” Elsa wailed, as Dusty tickled the blonde’s wonderfully ticklish breasts and her stunningly sensitive nipples. She was barely even aware of the sensation of her clothes melting away. But she was aware when Dusty’s fingers travelled a little higher on the blonde’s shaking body…!

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” screamed Elsa, in one long, continuous, almost unending screen of hilarious pleasure as Dusty tickled her armpits, tears flying from her clenched eyes as her body stood on the cusp of a second MASSIVE orgasm. Her breasts had been as sensitive as anywhere else on her body, but her armpits were an order of magnitude more ticklish!

“THAT’S your most ticklish spot, hmmm?” wondered Dusty, continuing her extraordinarily effective tickling of the blonde’s soft, hairless, unbelievably sensitive armpits.

“I admit it – you win!” observed Slither, her legs weak and body incredibly aroused at the sight of Elsa’s descent into tickle nirvana and the thought of what was going to happen as a result of her losing ANOTHER tickle bet, “I know I’m gonna get it good. But first let me help Elsssa finish off with my tongue!” Even in the depths of her hilarity Elsa could feel Slither sliding between the blonde’s legs, hands resting on her thighs. Just the thought of what Slither’s terrifyingly talented tongue might do between Elsa’s thighs was almost enough to send her over the edge through Dusty’s horrifically torturous, but unbelievably arousing, armpit tickles. She could only hope the captain would have mercy on her…!

“Please, lover,” agreed Dusty, VERY interested to see what was about to happen to Elsa, “You go right ahead! Oh, Elsa… I’m gonna keep tickling your armpits and Slither’s gonna go down on you!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAA HOOOOOOOOHOHOHOOOO YEEEEEEEEEESSS!” agreed a euphoric Elsa, desperate for release, “SUUUUCKKK MEEEEHEEEHEEE! TEEECKLEEEE MEEEHEEEEEHEEEEEEEEE! WAHAAAHAAHAAAHAAAAAAA!” And, with that Slither plunged her face between Elsa’s thighs while Dusty leant down and forked her own extremely clever tongue against one and then the other of Elsa’s awesomely aroused nipples.

What had happened just a few minutes ago, when Slither tickled her feet and sucked on her toes, had made Elsa climax. And it had been the best orgasm of her lonely life up till that point, cementing the erotic pleasure of being tickled deep into her mind. But what happened now made that ‘best ever’ orgasm seem tame, almost mild by comparison.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS THAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT FEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELSS SOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOHOHOHOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!”

Elsa quite literally EXPLODED in climax! And, even as she drenched Slither’s face with her juices, the two aliens KEPT stimulating her. This wasn’t just one incredi-gasm. This was back to back serial orgasms that kept exploding out of her in ways the beautiful German physicist would never have dreamed possible! Hydrogen bombs would’ve seemed mere firecrackers by comparison!

“Oh you REALLY love this!” exclaimed Slither, as yet another flood of arousal came jetting out of her Elsa. The snake dropped her face back between the blonde’s thighs again, LOVING the AMAZING effects she was having and the INCREDIBLE taste of Elsa’s love honey.

“We won’t stop, baby!” Dusty warned, “You’re gonna have HOURS and HOURS of this! Tickle tickle TICKLE! That’s it, CUM! Cum for us again and AGAIN!” It wasn’t again and AGAIN. It was AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and AGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIINNNNOOOOOHYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSANDYEEEEETAGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIINNNNN…! It went on for what seemed like forever, making Ana’s 45 minutes seem very tame by comparison. By the end of it Elsa was beyond spent. There were few human words that give full detail to her exhaustion, nor her euphoria. She settled for:

“Zhat was sooooo vunderful!” as she ‘escaped’ from her bonds and tried to get some relaxation into her straining, exhausted muscles.

“I’m so glad you loved that, Elsa!” exclaimed Dusty, fingers delicately but possessively grabbing her right shoulder and left hip, “You’re now an official member of my crew, lover. I know you’re going to fit in PERFECTLY! Now, you go get some sleep. I’ll answer all your questions at breakfast. And the crew will start training you soon. Thank you so much for sharing yourself with us, dear Elsa… I promise you’ll be sharing yourself again VERY soon!” Her mind and body still reeling from her experiences, a very naked but very happy Elsa stumbled in the direction of a bunk, hearing one final exchange between Slither and Dusty as she left.

“You’re gonna tickle me SILLY!” worried the snake, seemingly more thrilled than horrified at the thought, “I don’t know if I HATE or REALLY LOVE losing!” She giggled, half at that thought, half in anticipation, as Dusty flexed a warning finger against the snake’s left hip bone.

“Well, sweet Slither,” Dusty replied, “I think I’m gonna show you how much you LOVE losing tickle bets with me! I’m gonna strip you down naked, tie you down on a bed, and then tickle you till you BEG me NOT to stop! The ticklegasms you’re going to have…!” The doors swung shut on Elsa, cutting off the rest of the conversation as she collapsed into a bunk, her last thoughts wondering if she’d get a chance to join in on the tickling of first mate Slither…!

*

As Elsa tailed off it was all Hailey could do not to flee the room. The thought of Elsa being tickled like that, and climaxing like that, was WAY too much for her libido. But, even ahead of her jagged nipples, and the naughtily warm damp spot between her thighs, she had questions. LOTS of questions. Like how was it that two former extra-terrestrial cops, who the Bounce Chix knew well, were involved in the abduction and tickle torture, after a fashion, of the stunningly beautiful German hottie sat right in front of the Chix!? But asking that question would in turn reveal their experiences with Dusty and Slither. All three Chix felt a similar quandary. It had been all any of them could do to let Elsa finish her story without interruption. And, now that she had, it was all any of the three of them could do to speak at all…!

“Well, that’s quite a story,” said Andi, after a while.

“Quite a PAIR of stories,” grunted Janey. Both of them were struggling to contain how arousing Elsa’s tale had been. The last time they’d seen Dusty and Slither the two of them had been joining Polly aboard the Danneskold for a life of piracy. Prior to that they’d only really been involved in tickling as either the victims or necessary implementers of it. Sure they’d taken a certain amount of pleasure in the activity, and they’d enjoyed getting their revenge on the pirate captain Blake before departing, but Dusty and Slither had never been that into tickling, had they? Well clearly they had! Or they’d got into it pretty soon after leaving in the Danneskold given the timeframes involved.

“So,” asked Hailey weakly, struggling to catch her breath after such a titillating tail about a girl she’d already fancied something rotten, “How come you’re back on Earth? They said they were making you part of their crew.”

“Oh zhey did,” nodded Elsa earnestly, “But eet vas too much for me! I vas zhe first new girl zhey had on zhe ship and zhey teeckled me something terrible! I really enjoyed eet, but eet vas too much really. Zhat and I had zhe studies to fineesh and zhe familee at home. Zhey were sad vhen I asked to go, but zhey agreed, and said zhat zhey would pop by in zhe future!”

“How long did they take you for?” Hailey continued, grateful that Elsa wasn’t telling them about being teeckled something terrible! Hailey wasn’t sure her libido could stomach any more details!

“I vas gone for a month,” Elsa explained, “I told my supervisor I vas called avay for a few days. She understood. My project was virtually completed by zhat stage and I could’ve probably passed vithout coming home, but zhat and zhe constant teeckles made me vant to go home.” Constant tickling by Dusty, Slither and presumably Downey for a MONTH!? Hailey shuddered at the thought, and the thought of Elsa going through it.

“Did… you tickle them at all?” asked Andi, mouth dry. Hailey could’ve punched her friend for that. The LAST thing she wanted was to hear stories about Elsa tickling other people!

“Oh yes, a leetle,” the beautiful blond nodded her head, “But zhey vere MUCH more experienced zhan me. I vould teeckle a leetle and vorry I vas being too nasty, and zhen zhey vould break out and teeckle me back! Zhey would NOT vorry about being too nasty! Zhey alvays knew zhey could make me… enjoy zhe teeckles in zhe end.” There was a long pause at this.

“What was the longest they…” began Andi.

“I don’t think we need to talk about that!” interjected Janey primly, to Hailey’s relief. Elsa smiled at the beautiful brunette’s clear discomfort.

“I am sorry Hailey,” she said sweetly, “I do not vish to go on about zhis. But, you know…” Hailey nodded in understanding before frowning. What did she know? Why did she and her friends need to hear about this? Why were Bonita and Elsa sharing such intimate stories? And how did they know that the Chix would respond so understandingly? Elsa saw these thoughts pass over Hailey’s face, just as Bonita recognised the same concerns in Janey. She turned to Mihoko.

“Miko, is it time?”

“Time for what?” asked Janey, her voice sharp. Mihoko smiled, her face troubled.

“Time for my story,” she said.

“Now hang on a minute,” Janey was not happy, “I know you guys have been perfect hosts, and you’re all super lovely and friendly, and I KNOW we all really like the three of you, but what is this exactly? What’s going on?” There was a silence at that, as each of the six girls looked to the other, except for Mihoko who didn’t look at anyone. It was she who responded, after a few seconds.

“Let me tell you my story,” she said, “And after that we will answer all your questions.”

“Ok,” grunted Janey, folding her arms, but secretly thrilled at the prospect of another tale of tickling in space! Andi was too, but in a slightly different manner. Although she found Mihoko a little harder to talk to than Bonita and Elsa, she could see that the Japanese girl was troubled by problems the rest of the group had not experienced. Rather than aloof, Miko seemed almost damaged to Andi, and notwithstanding her quite extreme attraction to the beautiful Japanese girl, Andi felt she really wanted to help Mihoko fix herself.

Hailey just wanted answers, but was beginning to see that Miko’s story was the important one. They’d needed to hear Bonita and Elsa’s history in order to let them in on their own, but Miko was about to tell them why the Chix had been invited to Switzerland under what was increasingly looking like false pretences. She was correct on every count.

End of chapter 4

Chapter 5 – Mihoko’s story

Chapter 5 – Mihoko’s story

“Mihoko, are you ready to go?” asked a voice in Japanese. The beautiful girl looked up from the photo album she’d been reviewing, trying to fight back the tears. There were the sounds of footsteps approaching and her bedroom door opened.

“Are you ok?” asked her aunt, her voice tender. She saw what Mihoko was looking at.

“That old photo album again? You look at it every year, and it always upsets you like this,” her aunt sat down and put a comforting arm over the girl’s shoulder, “We can delay the flight if you need some time?”

“No, don’t do that,” replied Mihoko softly, her tears settling, “If I’m going to move to Switzerland I need to get over there and sort some stuff out. I just wish it wasn’t already such a bitter anniversary.”

“I know,” her aunt smiled, her expression sad, “I miss her too. Your poor mother…” She picked the photo album out of Mihoko’s hands and opened it up at the beginning.

“Gosh! Look at us both!” she exclaimed, pointing at a faded black and white photo of two very young Japanese girls in formal wear, flanked by a stern looking man and woman, “That was the last family portrait taken before your grandmother disappeared. And look. That was her with her work colleagues.” This second photograph was better quality than the first, taken using the best of 1950s American camera technology.

A much happier looking Grandma was with a group of other scientists, including her husband, who remained stern. It was an eclectic mix, from Mihoko’s gruff grandfather to a pretty, very curvy young woman in dungarees who looked like she was too young for college. Mihoko knew the back of photo had the words: ‘The Newton Gang, 1952’ written in her grandmother’s hand. She’d always wondered what the Newton Gang did.

“What happened to Grandma?” she asked. Her aunt frowned. Every year she made the same observation and every year her niece asked the same question. And every year she gave roughly the same answer.

“She was involved with a project in the desert,” her aunt stated, “Something top secret, for the military, but involving all sorts of scientists. As you know your grandparents moved over to the USA in the 1930s, they saw what was coming and wanted no part of it. Life over here wasn’t easy, but they were both so bright, they soon found themselves in demand. Old money and stunning intelligence will do that you know!” Mihoko did know. That was why they were having this conversation in a palatial New York penthouse overlooking Central Park, ahead of flying to Switzerland in their private jet.

“And they avoided internment during the war,” she remembered, the story familiar to her.

“Absolutely,” nodded her aunt, “We now know it was because they were so instrumental to the Manhattan project, building those awful weapons. I often wondered if that’s what happened to your mother, getting caught in some nuclear accident. Father, your Grandpa, never admitted it either way. He just came home one day and said she was gone, and she wouldn’t be coming back.”

“That must have been tough,” Mihoko observed, “For all of you.” Her aunt sighed.

“Yes, but we made do. Your mother and I were mostly brought up by the house keeper anyway. I have to say, I probably cried more when I found out that Beatrice had died than I did about the disappearance of my own mother, sad to say.” Mihoko was shocked. Her aunt had never admitted that before, not that Mihoko had been prying into it. Looking at her, her aunt picked up on her niece’s reaction.

“Oh don’t look at me like that!” she teased gently, “We had a different upbringing to you. I always had to address my parents formally. And even though we weren’t interned we did have to deal with a lot of the anger in those early days. I used to tell people I was Korean whenever they asked, and then we had that other bloody war and I had all my friends asking if I was from the North or the South. God people can be so difficult…!” She’d continued leafing through the old photographs showing the evolution of her family.

“Gosh look at that,” she smiled wistfully, “Your mother on her wedding day. Father was furious when she married an American man, but it was the best thing she ever did, getting out of his clutches. Everything she’d done up to that point had been to please father: studying physics, working in his department at the university, collaborating with him on his work rather than following her own interests. If she hadn’t met Graham I don’t think she would have ever been happy at all.” The mention of her father, who was conspicuously absent from the rest of the photo album, set off Mihoko’s tears again.

“Dear oh dear, little one,” comforted her aunt, “You have had a tricky life, haven’t you. That terrible accident with your father, and then that awful diagnosis with your mother. I’ll call the jet, tell them we’ll go tomorrow. My secretary will arrange things in Geneva. Ok?” Mihoko nodded, clutching her aunt for a few moments as she wept at the memory of her parents. Her aunt finally disentangled herself in order to make the arrangements and Mihoko lay back on her bed, suddenly tired. The photo album dropped out of her hands. What was happening to her? Why was she so exhausted…? Drifting off to sleep… BLOP!

There was a tremendous sense of movement, of various sensations, like she was being split into a trillion pieces and thrown back together repeatedly, yet still maintaining her sense of self, and her awareness. It wasn’t painful as such. She felt herself be gently pulled upwards at great speed, the world appearing and shrinking away beneath her as she rushed towards a strange metallic object in the night sky. But as she entered it her awareness vanished as she lapsed into unconsciousness.

“Wakey wakey,” tittered a female, American voice in English. It sounded unpleasant, cruel, as if it didn’t much care for Mihoko at all. She blinked open her eyes and found herself in a dark room with several bright lights illuminating her. In front of her was a wall, with a large mirror, that was presumably one way glass, set into a dark wall. Other than that the room was featureless, though about 10 metres wide as far as she could see.

Trying to move, Mihoko realised her arms were bound over her head, while her head itself was strapped in place by a soft but unyielding strap over her forehead. Her legs were spread and held by similar bonds around her shins. In essence, she was strapped to something holding her like a giant X, lying at a 45 degree angle, feet down.

Trying to pull herself free wasn’t painful, but she was capable of almost no movement in her limbs. She could jut her hips forwards and back a little, and do much the same with her tummy, suggesting that whatever she was bound to was only holding her by her forearms, calves and head, but knowing this wasn’t very helpful. She also realised, much to her shock, that she was COMPLETELY naked. Even the ring her mother gave her, which hadn’t left her right ring finger in five years, was gone.

“What’s going on?” Mihoko asked, feeling increasingly panicked, “Where am I?”

“Shut up,” grunted the voice, “Don’t make me gag you.” The tone suggested it wasn’t the action of gagging Mihoko that would upset the speaker, but the effort of doing so. The beautiful girl was terrified. Whatever had happened, she was not among friends. Horrible thoughts started running through her mind, adding up the data and trying to work out what had happened, and what they intended to do to her. Given that her clothes and, she suppressed a sob, her personal items like her mother’s ring were gone, her abductors could do almost anything to her.

But, upset though she had been earlier that day, and despite her understandable fear of the situation, Mihoko was made of strong stuff. You don’t become heir to a multi-million, some said billion, dollar fortune with a tragic family backstory without being tough. At least, Mihoko didn’t. And she’d had kidnapping training, not to mention being fluent in seven languages, and proficient in four different forms of self-defence. The key, she knew, was to show deference, not to antagonise her kidnappers, and soak up every bit of information she could to make good her escape from wherever they’d taken her.

“Do you recognise this girl?” asked the voice. The question seemed to be directed to someone else so Mihoko didn’t answer. There was a pause, followed by the voice continuing:

“Good! Now we’re getting somewhere. And will you give us the information we seek in exchange for her freedom?” There was a longer pause.

“Very well, you leave me no choice,” the voice sounded angry, “You KNOW what The Machine can do to her. We will see if she has your fortitude to withstand it.” There was a whirring sound from beneath Mihoko. Strapped as she was she couldn’t see what was happening, but it sounded like a machine, presumably the one that demanded a title and capital letter, was being activated. It was all around her, but seemed to be rising. Straining with her eyes she was able to make out some sort of device moving into place pointing at each of her armpits. Through the bright lights she could make out something similar positioned at her feet. What on Earth was going on?

“Last chance,” said the voice, clearly speaking to someone Mihoko couldn’t hear but could presumably be seen by, “If you make me start The Machine I won’t stop until I’ve got everything I want.” There was a pause, followed quickly by:

“You have my word. Give me what I want and I’ll return her to where she was. The beauty of this system is that, bar some sore muscles, she’ll be completely unharmed. But she’ll also have no evidence of what has happened either.” There was another pause.

“No, we can’t erase her memory. But she’s too bright a girl to tell anyone about this. They’ll think she’s crazy. Of course, by the time we’re done she might very well be crazy…! Besides, even if we could we’d want her to remember what happens when you don’t cooperate.” Pause. Clearly the person at the other end of the line, who they had kidnapped Mihoko in order to threaten, was talking.

“We wouldn’t do that!” snapped the voice, disgruntled at whatever they’d just heard, “If I give you my word she’ll be returned in much the state she’s in now that is what will happen to her. And no we won’t bring her back immediately after or anything like that. When I give someone my word I keep it. But you must uphold your end of the bargain, starting with the other crewmates you know about and then everything you can tell us about the Alderson Drive.” Pause.

“Look,” the voice was fed up, issuing an ultimate, “If you don’t start talking right this second I’m going to turn on The Machine. And you KNOW what it’ll do to her…” Mihoko squirmed. She didn’t know what the machine would do to her, but it was clearly something dire. Torture probably. But hadn’t they said there would be no evidence? So something that was like torture but didn’t leave any permanent damage. Which involved her armpits and… her feet…

“Uh oh,” whispered Mihoko to herself, knowing what was coming. She’d always been DEATHLY ticklish, from a little girl to a young adult. Just the thought that someone might intend to tickle her would make her squirm and sweat and squeal. So the thought of some sort of automated tickling machine, sorry Machine, directed at four areas she KNEW were EXTREMELY ticklish was her ultimate…

“Too late,” snapped the voice, “I’m turning it on! I’ll only turn The Machine off once I have EVERY detail.”

“NO!” screamed Mihoko, “PLEASE!” as a whirring sound started either side of her head. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. She had no idea but two discs of spinning Avavian feathers had begun a slow descent towards her horribly exposed pits. She could feel the air they swished breathing against her arms and that was enough to set off a giggle, but as the feathers reached her pits she exploded into laughter.

“AAAH!” she gasped, eyes bulging in response to the ticklish sensation, “OH NOOOOOOHOOHOOOHOOHOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She had no defences against it. Each feather would start on her inner biceps and draw a fast, agonisingly ticklish line from there to the outside of her breast, passing through her horribly sensitive armpit on the way. Each swish would last about five seconds and, after a three second pause, would start again. On both sides. Simultaneously.

“HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA,” Mihoko would wail, with just enough pause for a breath before: “HAAAAAHAHAAAAA!” She was laughing with almost metronomic regularity!

“HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA! <GASP> HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA! <GASP> HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA! <GASP> HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA! <GASP> HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA! <GASP> HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA! <GASP> HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA! <GASP>”

“Oh WOW!” giggled the cruel voice of her torturer, of the woman controlling The Machine, “She doesn’t take after you AT ALL! You could deal with anything The Machine threw at you, at first, it was time that wore you out. But her…! Let’s see how she feels about some foot tickles… Maybe that would be fun!”

“NO!” screamed Mihoko, well aware that foot tickles would not be fun at all, “PLEEASE… AAAH!” Just as she tried to plead for mercy another two feathers flicked her armpit on each side. And, to her horror, she could hear a fresh whirring down at her feet. She wasn’t to know, but this was a more continuous horror: spinning rollers lined with cuddle bear fur. The armpit torture was partly torturous because it wasn’t continuous. But Mihoko was at least able to anticipate each delicate touch and steel her resolve to face it. The foot torture was about to change all that.

“HOH! OH NO PLEEA… AH! OH GOD OH…” the rollers reached the soles of her feet, spinning quicker than any human could tickle, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOONOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH PLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSEEEEE STOPPAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!” The rollers kept spinning and, to her horror, the armpit tickling had intensified as well, so it felt continuous. And the rollers were running up and down her feet even as they span, while the feathers were changing their angles of attack too.

“OOOOOOOOOOOHOOHOOOHOHOHOHOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOO GUOOOOOOODAAHAHAAHAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAA EEEEEEHEEEEEEEETTT TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEESSS SUOOOOHOOOHOHOHOOHOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO MUUUHUUUHUUHUUUHUUUHUUUUUCCCHH!” Mihoko had never been tickled much before, just enough to know she hated it more than anything. But this was making up for all that lost time!

“Look at her squirm!” giggled the cruel voice, “But I think it’s time for some optional extras…” Mihoko’s recoiling mind couldn’t guess what those extras might be, but she COULD sense a horrible randomness to the assaults. It was if each foot and each armpit was being tickled a slightly different way. Sometimes they’d synchronise, other times they’d be horribly random. The armpit feathers on one side would speed up, the angle of attack on the other would change but they’d slow down, the left foot roller would attack her toes, while the right would hold back altogether, giving some blessed relief for just long enough to let her nerve endings reset, at which point BOTH rollers would suddenly attack the other foot. It was pure, unending hell.

“NOOONONONOOONOOOOOOO PULLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASEEEE!” she begged, “AAAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I CAAAHAAAAHAAAAN’T STAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAND EEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTT! HOOOH GUOOOOD PLEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEE MAAAAAAKEEEEE EEET STUOOP! OH!” Her mouth formed an O of surprise as she felt something long and thin jab into her ribs on both sides.

“HUUUUH!?” she gasped, bulging eyes just about able to make out the details. To her utter horror, Mihoko saw at least 20 metallic appendages like long, spindly fingers making friends with her ribs. This wasn’t bad. Bad wasn’t NEARLY a strong enough word to sum up this situation. Because as soon as those fingers started to twitch…

“!” The O of surprise remained, but no laughter came out. Mihoko lapsed into silent laughter as she felt every rib in her body get tweaked simultaneously, while the horrifying, random foot and armpit tickling continued. Every nerve ending in her body exploded in ticklish sensation. She couldn’t laugh. She couldn’t breathe. It would only be a few moments before blessed unconsciousness took her.

“Whoops!” laughed the wicked voice from in front of her, “I think you’re a little Machine-naïve for level six. Let’s dial that down to level one, let you catch your breath.” Instantly the rollers slowed, the feathers pulled back completely, and the rib tickles lessened to almost nothing. The comparative lack of stimulation was enough to let Mihoko take some great hulking lungs of air, but one breath caught in her throat as she felt something slide between her thighs.

“UMMFF!” she gasped. It was another spinning feather, but this one was right between her legs… and it was LONG! It came up from below, hitting her butt at the top, passing along the length of her crack, flicking EVERYTHING on its way to the bottom of her pussy, which it passed up, hitting her immediately swollen button at the top for one blessed millisecond, and moving away.

“UMMFF!” she gasped again. The feather was coming around every six seconds, each pass lasting just three. It was just enough to wake up the beautiful girl’s slumbering libido. As youngest child of such an illustrious, if shadowy, dynasty, Mihoko life had been full of privilege, and she was bright enough to know it and respect it.

“UMMMFFF!” But some of that privilege manifested itself in awkward ways, like having few friends and definitely not having any ‘special’ friends. Sex, to her, was something that happened to people in Hollywood movies. And, given the extensive firewalls and monitoring on her home computer, it was ONLY Hollywood movies that taught her anything about it. As such she was not prepared for the tidal wave of sensations and emotions the feather elicited in her.

“UMMMMFFFF!” The sensation was very pleasurable, for its brief duration. Parts of Mihoko she’d never really known about were waking up to its touch and telling her how wonderful they could feel to the right stimulation. But, as her ‘UMMFFs’ grew longer, she increasingly realised that this wasn’t quite the right stimulation… It was enough to wake up her arousal, but not NEARLY enough to push it to any sort of conclusion.

“Oh no…!” she whined and, as if waiting for her to understand this, the other parts of The Machine began whirring into life.

“Oh nooo!” Mihoko begged, as the foot rollers moved in front of her to head to her armpits, “Oh please no PLEASE!” First the rib tickling restarted in earnest, not as severe as before but enough to get her tittering, then the feathers and rollers descended into her pits and onto the soles of her feet.

“OH NO!” she cried, “Oooohoohooooo nooooo yooou’ve seeeet meeeeeee off aagaaain…! OH NO! AHHH! AHHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!” She realised they were torturing her, that they were waiting for her to realise their intentions before they implemented them. It was the perfect way to break her: let her work out what horrible thing was about to happen, realise there was no way for her to stop it, and then unleash it on her.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!” she squealed, as the tickle torture intensified, “OOOOH GOOOOOOOOODDDD NO PLEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEE!” But it was to no avail. She knew the stranger watching wanted something, but not from her. It was Mihoko’s job to be the bait that got someone else talking. So nothing she did would help! The only think that might would be if she broke that little bit quicker. But all her personality, all her training, all her will wouldn’t let that happen. She’d be damned if she degenerate into a whining, begging wimp with just a little tickling.

“There you go sweetie,” giggled the cruel voice of her tormenter, “We do love how our Machine makes us feel. Of course, when we use it we set it to ‘LOVE’ rather than ‘TORTURE.’ But in your case its set to something else…”

“YOOOOHOOOOOU WOOOHOOOOOHOOON’T BREEEHEEEHEEAAAK MEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEE!” Mihoko screamed through the tickles, her throat already parched and sore. But she’d be damned if she gave them the satisfaction of seeing her surrender.

“Oh really?” growled the voice, “You think you can take the torture, do you? Well perhaps you can. But what about… the pleasure…?”

“HOHUMFF!” gasped Mihoko, the feather between her thighs speeding up, “HOMYGOD! OH GOD! OOH GOOODDDD!” And it didn’t stop there. Although her ribs continued being horribly tickled by the spidery fingers, the super soft, super ticklish rollers left her feet, while the first feather devices, which had so devastated her armpits, moved. They were now positioned in front of her.

“WHAT THE…? HOGOOODDD!” Mihoko’s gasps of pleasure were becoming little yelps. The occasional scream. And they only intensified when the whirring feathers in front of her started spinning at high speed and slowly approached… her breasts…!

“OOOOHOOOHOOOOOOOGUOOOOOOODDDAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!” she screamed as her wonderfully jagged nipples on her full, firm breasts were given a thoroughly delightful tickling, and her surprise, and pleasure, only increased when the fiendish furry feet rollers started going to town on her tender tushy.

“HOOOOAAAAAOOOOOHGOOOOODDDAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETT TEEEEEEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!” It did. None of the stimulation was anything other than EXTREMELY ticklish. But after the horrors of the torturous tickling earlier, her body was responding to this by begging for it to continue. If they did, she knew she was going to explode in… something. But if they didn’t… Oh God. And that was what they did. Or rather what they didn’t…

“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Mihoko in horrified frustration as, quick as a whip, the erotic tickles stopped and the awful full blown, rib tickling restarted, “OOOOOOOOOHHH NOOOOOOOO HOW COULD YOU STOOOOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOP EEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEETTT!?”

“It’s called an Edge, sweetie,” tittered the evil voice, “And I’ve got you down for another seven more… You’re going to have to beg me for each of them though!”

“NEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRR!” Mihoko yelled, as horrified by prospect of being stimulated like that without release as she was by the ongoing torture tickles.

“You say that now, sweetie,” the voice sounded dangerous now, “But you don’t know how many settings The Machine has. At the moment you’re at five. But, in the next couple of hours…?” She left it hanging and Mihoko’s eyes bulged at the thought. A couple of hours? She’d barely last a couple more minutes. And this was only level five? She’d already experienced six and it nearly killed her!

“PLLEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEE!” she screamed, “EEDGEEEE MEEEHEEE PLEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEASEEE!” It was the only thing she could think to do. Instantly the feather between her thighs restarted, as did the breast and ass tickling, but the rib tickling didn’t let up. In fact it was joined by some MORE tickling sensations, this time the spidery fingers at Mihoko’s feet!

“Oh I forgot to tell you,” warned the voice with false regret, “Every time you ask to be Edged you’re going to get tickled by ANOTHER device, and The Machine will increase its setting by one. It’ll be quite a sight if you get all the way!” Mihoko heard the words but could barely process them. The lips of her pussy were swollen and dripping, her clit pert and horribly needy, as her nipples sent signals of pure pleasure throughout her body, and even the tickling sensations in her ribs and feet seemed to feed into the pleasure that was about to… about to… ABOUT TO…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! HOOOW CAN YOU STUOOOOPAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!? PLEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEE LEEEET MEEEEE CUUUUMMMM PLEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAAHAAAAMN EEEET… EDGE MEEEHEEEEEE AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINNNN PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASEEEEE… HUOOOOOHOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO GUOOOODDD THAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAT FEEEEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEELS SOOOHOOHOOOHOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD!”

The wonderful sensations returned, more forcefully this time, as if each level up made the stimulation that bit harder, that bit more arousing. But it also brought with it some horribly fluffy feathers around her neck. And, try as she might, all the increased stimulation brought Mihoko to the brink of climax even quicker. She was certain she was going to rush over it, irrespective of what The Machine did, but it was able to counteract her arousal with some truly horrific rib tickling. She’d now been edged three times, but had a further five to go before The Machine gave her what she wanted. And Mihoko was prepared to go for it as quickly as possible. Her horror at being tickled was being subverted by her desire to reach climax.

“Wow!” exclaimed the voice, with a note of sincere admiration, “You’re doing this SUPER quickly! Most people can’t make it to the end, sweetie. We’ll have to see what happens to you at level 12, if you make it that far! Good luck!” The speaker was not encouraging, but Mihoko was resolved to preserver. Edge four, in total, introduced a device that squeezed Mihoko’s thighs just above the knees. Edge five re-introduced armpit tickling. Edge six added some maddeningly light touches all over her torso, front and back, like she was being patrolled by a whole ant colony.

And, after Edge seven, where she so nearly came, liquid dripping from her pussy as her body yearned for release, the superfast rollers that ran up and down her thighs took her over the edge into silent laughter. She couldn’t make it. Couldn’t break through the torturous tickles to get to her eighth and final Edge. Tears were running down her face. Her throat had been rubbed red with laughter. Every muscle in her tortured body ached. She could feel unconsciousness threatening her from every angle.

“I’ll tell you what sweetie,” announced the voice, as Mihoko was rapidly fading away, “Since you’ve been such a good sport, and put up with so much already today. I’m going to give you what you want. Ok?”

“THAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAANK YOOOOHOOHOOOOOOOHOOOOOU!” Mihoko managed to squeeze out between her hilarity, her broken mind recoiling from the notion that she’d just thanked her kidnapper and torturer. And, despite the ongoing torturous tickles on her feet, her armpits, her tummy, her back, her ribs, her neck, and her thighs, it was the return of the pussy, ass and breast tickling that she recognised.

“OOOOH YEEEEEESSSS!” she screamed, finding oxygen from somewhere, “OOOOOOOHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH YEEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEESSSSS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOHHOOOOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOO YEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEESSSS!” Mihoko felt something change irrevocably within her. Her pussy, teased and tortured for what felt like forever, disgorged her juices in a triumphant wave of pleasure. She came and she kept cumming in one long, climactic orgasm that simply did not stop.

And that was when she realised what was happening. The stimulation, the feather on her pussy, the rollers on her ass, the other feathers on her nipples and breasts… it wasn’t stopping! She’d gone from one form of torture to another. And stunningly wonderful though this one felt, the fact that it wasn’t stopping was no less torturous.

“OOOOOOHHH NUOOOOOOOOHHH YOOUU MOOOHOOOOONSTERR!” she squealed, as her body went through yet another orgasm. Fluid gushed from within her until she was drained. Her breasts and nipples were being so stimulated they were starting to hurt. And her wails of climax were as damaging to her chest and throat as her screams of torture. And, as a third orgasm started to course through her shattered body, Mihoko’s mind broke. She slumped into her bonds in defeated submission, simply hoping that death or unconsciousness would take her soon.

BLOP

End of chapter 5

So enjoyable!

Thanks again for this wonderful Bounce Chix romp, my friend. You're incredible.

I love reading Bonita's chapter.

You seriously rock.

I can't wait to see the next chapter!

B

Chapter 6 - So what do we do next...!?

Chapter 6

A stunned silence greeted the end of Mihoko’s story, broken only by Andi and Elsa’s tears. The two blondes stood up and went over the beautiful Asian girl and hugged her close, near nakedness be damned. Miko let herself be comforted, but was able to recount the story without suffering the memories too much. Or so she hoped. It was still very raw.

“Oh my God!” Andi exclaimed as she finally pulled away, “You poor sweet girl! Who would do such a thing?”

“And what the hell did they want?” demanded Janey. She was mad as hell and spoiling for a fight, ready to leap to the defence of her new friend who’d been so savagely abused.

“And how did you cope when you got back?” asked Hailey, more than a little concerned about Mihoko’s mental state after such horrific torture.

“In response to your questions,” the dark haired beauty replied, “I don’t know, I don’t know, and… with difficulty!” She managed a brave smile, but it was clear that telling her tale had taken a lot out of her.

“What I can say is, they must’ve had someone there who knew me. That person had information they wanted and, once they got it, they sent me back. They must’ve gotten it all as they didn’t take me again. As for how I coped… I was returned back to my bedroom after what had felt like an eternity, but was just seven hours.”

“Seven hours?” gasped Janey.

“They tickled you for that long?” shuddered Hailey. Mihoko shrugged.

“Time was… flexible in that period,” she explained, “And there was a quantity of time taken up in transit. But… yes. I think I was tortured for a number of hours. Mostly during Edges five to seven. The Machine would dial back its tickling once I got too spent, but it never stopped. It just kept doing its mission, to break me and, in breaking me, to break the person watching me so they’d give up their information.”

“It sounds like the Terminator,” observed Andi.

“More like the Ticklenator!” suggested Hailey. All six girls broke into giggles at that, grateful for the release of tension granted by the humour.

“Yes,” Mihoko agreed, “That’s not a bad analogy. But as for what got me through this period… Upon my return my aunt put my silence and pain down to a reaction to the anniversary. She is a sweet, loving woman but, like most of my family, she’s never had a great understanding of people. We flew to Switzerland and got me settled in to this place with all the things I could need, ahead of starting my job. After that she left me, assuming my low mood was due to anxiety about the job and homesickness.”

“God!” said Andi, “How did you cope?” Mihoko smiled.

“I found these two!” she pointed at Bonita and Elsa.

“Huh?” grunted Janey, “How?”

“Online,” Mihoko explained, “I Googled ‘alien abduction tickling’ and went from there. As you might expect there was A LOT of dross, a lot of videos and stories and sites that had nothing to do with the real world. But, pretty quickly, I found a chatroom for ‘survivors’ of similar ordeals. Soon after that I made contact with IheartKoki and DustySlitherDownygirl who, it was clear, were living together here in Switzerland. We met up and we’ve been living together ever since.”

“Seriously?” said Janey, “Just like that?”

“Vell, Meeko vas very eager to share her story with somevun,” Elsa said.

“And she has such a nice house, so close to where all three of us work,” Bonita continued, “It was just easier to move in together.”

“Yeah,” Mihoko nodded, “These guys saved me.”

“Saved you how?” asked Andi quickly, her voice full of concern for her new friend. Mihoko looked troubled.

“I don’t think I could’ve coped without Bonbon and Ellie,” she said quietly, not making eye contact, “In the days after my experience, as my body healed, my mind did not. I was panicky, on edge. Every sound was a potential assailant. You can imagine the picture. I so nearly didn’t turn up when I agreed to meet these two, convincing myself they were delusional, or maybe that I was.”

“Really?” Bonita’s voice was tender, “You almost didn’t show up?”

“Oh Meeko,” Elsa was more emotional, re-joining her friend for another hug, “Zhe thought of life vithout you is too horrible to bear!”

“Well, I made it,” Mihoko replied, steeling herself against her agitation, which was never far below the surface, “And, within five minutes, it was clear these two had gone through similar experiences.”

“But far less horrific,” added Bonita.

“Hell, mine vas most fun!” laughed Elsa.

“So you agreed to meet up again later on?” wondered Hailey, trying to answer the question that had been vexing her for some time: why were the Chix hearing about all this?

“Ve agreed to move in zhe same day!” exclaimed Elsa.

“Miko was clearly very upset,” Bonita explained, “And desperate for some human contact. Fortunately it was a Saturday so we just did it. Drove back to our flat, gathered all our stuff, and moved here. That night…” She tailed off, with a bashful smile, before continuing:

“That evening we all got into Miko’s bed,” she said, “And… Elsa and I drew lots, and I lost.”

“And you…” encouraged Janey, though she already knew the answer.

“And I got tickled for almost three hours!” Bonita tittered, her libido pulsing at the memory, “After that we were ALL in for the long haul.”

“Meaning?” snapped Janey. She couldn’t believe these guys were deliberately tickling each other, consensually. That NEVER happened with the Chix. Well, almost never… For a given value of the word consensual…!

“Meaning that vhat ve found is that once you know of zhe life of zhe teekle games it is very difficult to go back!” said Elsie.

“And you, Miko?” Hailey asked, “Did you… suffer through this?”

“Not at first,” said the beautiful young woman, “I felt too traumatised. But then I demanded to try it, to be tickled again. At first these guys wouldn’t do it.”

“Ve vere horrified at zhe thought!” Elsa interjected.

“But I’d had so much fun tickling them,” continued Mihoko, “And a big part of me was YEARNING for that feeling again.”

“So we did it,” Bonita said, with a bright smile.

“And it felt SO GOOD,” moaned Mihoko, flushing at the memory, “I mean… it wasn’t nearly as intense as The Machine. But doing it with two friends who WANTED me to enjoy it, wanted me to have a good time, and would stop if I asked… Letting that happen was the single thing that had the biggest impact for me. I knew that I could get over the trauma of what happened to me and, sure enough, within a few days of that I was starting my new job for CERN at the university.” She finished and it was clear that this was the end of her story.

“Wow…!” breathed Andi, struggling to take it all in. She felt dearly for Mihoko’s suffering, but was thrilled at how she’d got over it so well.

“That’s quite a story,” agreed Hailey.

“Quite some stories,” correct Janey, “But it still begs the question of why you’re telling us all of this.”

“Ah, well about that,” said Bonita, “Tell us, do you guys know of a French- English physicist called Audrey?” The Chix did not.

“Zhis Audrey is on zhe forum vhere Meeko found us,” Elsa explained, “I theenk she vas the girl zhe crew of the Danneskold acquired vhen I asked to leave.”

“Why do you think that?” asked Hailey.

“Because she talks about science fiction as if it’s science fact,” said Mihoko, “We’re in contact with her both as fellow ‘survivors’ but also as fellow physicists. She’s forever suggesting we should meet up when she’s ‘in the neighbourhood’ to discuss this sort of thing in more detail, face to face.”

“Uh huh,” encouraged Hailey.

“The thing is,” this was Bonita, “She recently started talking about something called the Alderson Drive.”

“Alderson Drive?” wondered Andi, “Didn’t you mention something about that in your story, Miko?”

“Yes!” exclaimed the beautiful Asian girl, “Exactly. You see, our friend mentioned this drive in passing saying ‘But we might as well wish for an Alderson Drive’ in one of her emails. We asked her about it and she described it as ‘local’ slang, she never admits that she’s off gallivanting in space, for a mythical object of miraculous power.”

“But ve think somevun is trying to acquire zhe drive,” said Elsa, “Somevun who vill do such horrible theengs to Meeko. If zhat is zhe case ve need to stop zhem!”

“And that’s where we come in,” breathed Hailey.

“Huh?” grunted Janey, not following her friend’s chain of thought.

“These guys have lost contact with Audrey, haven’t they?” Hailey asked, receiving eager nods from their three hostesses, “So they’re trying to find another way to get in contact with the Danneskold, right? And that’s where we come in. Miko, Ellie, Bonbon. Would you excuse me as I have a brief confab with my two colleagues?”

“Err, by all means,” nodded Mihoko. The Chix left the trio and walked over to the magnificent window. They were visible to their hostesses, but couldn’t be heard.

“Ok guys,” Hailey began, “The way I see it is: these guys know Dusty and Slither, who appear to have turned into right tickle-philes since we last saw them. They also know some other aliens with a penchant for tickling, this Mistress Koki and her Thompson robot.” She paused, giving that a chance to sink in.

“Mistress Koki, Mistress Koki,” muttered Andi, “I’m sure I’ve heard that name before.”

“And Hailey,” added Janey, “Do you think the Thompson Bonita was talking about was the one we met on the Lead Belly?”

“Could be,” Hailey nodded, “I mean she certainly liked a tickle that girl!”

“That’s it!” Andi exclaimed.

“What is, muffin?” Janey demanded with a friendly sneer.

“Mistress Koki,” said Andi, sticking her tongue at Janey, “Do you remember, on the Lead Belly, when that Twitch pirate sold all that toilet paper?”

“Huh?” grunted Janey, struggling to keep up with the sudden change in tack, “Oh… yeah, sure we do.”

“Yes,” nodded Hailey slowly, not sure what Andi was driving at.

“Well I remember the Spadrans telling us that she’d sold the Thompson unit to a Mistress Koki! They must be the same! Both of them!”

“Yes of course!” smiled Hailey, thrilled that they did know Mistress Koki, after a fashion.

“And it sounds like this Mistress Koki was being pursued by Dusty and the Danneskold,” added Janey, “Because they’re a tickle match or something.” She shivered. No one was a tickle match in her opinion. They were just crazy to want to be tickled by someone.

“So what about this Alderson Drive?” Andi wondered, “I mean… it doesn’t sound like Dusty and her crew have it.”

“I don’t know,” said Hailey, peering over at where Bonita, Elsa and Mihoko had formed their own little group having a similar private conversation, “I suspect that they’re about to tell us something that might suggest the Danneskold do have it, or something like it.”

“But what are we going to do about it?” Janey asked, “What do they want from us?”

“They must know about our Bounce Chix adventures,” Hailey answered, her voice flat, “We’ll have to ask how, but they must know about them and figure we have a way of contacting the Danneskold.”

“But we don’t!” Andi was perturbed, “All we have is a way of Bouncing into all sorts of weird, ticklish situations!”

“Oh come on muffin,” Janey laughed, “You know a whole lot about how these toe-rings work. I’m sure you could contact the Danneskold if you wanted.” Andi frowned as she considered the problem.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, “I mean… I’ve got my laptop here, and the toe-rings will do the job of acting as a transceiver if I program them right. After that it would just be a question of narrowing in on their sub-wave hyperspace relay sensor and…”

“Hold on, hold on,” muttered Hailey, “Enough with the science talk. Can you do it?” Andi shrugged.

“Maybe,” she said, before brightening up, “But I know can contact the Lead Belly!”

“Really?” asked Janey, “How?” Now Andi turned bashful.

“Err, I did it once before, by accident,” she saw their questioning expressions and saved them the trouble of asking, “I ended up talking to Riley for a couple of hours. They’re having all sorts of adventures! What happens is they set their Bounce drives to fire and then Riley tickles Dale and Casey together, or some combination thereof, and when they… you know, ‘peak’ the drives fire and take them to some new place for another adventure or exploring and, apparently, tickling. I’m not sure about that last bit. Tickling is always on Riley’s mind! I think they’re due to have some reporter and her film crew on their ship for their next effort.”

“It sounds like us and our toe-rings,” observed Janey.

“Except we don’t need to be… ‘peaking’ to Bounce,” Hailey retorted.

“We normally do to get back!” said Janey, her voice glum. She could sense they were about to go on another MASSIVE adventure. Which would result in her being tickled. Which was just great. She HATED being tickled. Hated it with a passion… Hated it with a passion that just the thought of it was making her nipples all tingly and her thighs warm and… Oh damn it!

“So anyways,” Janey continued, putting her mind back to the question at hand, “We KNOW we can contact the Lead Belly. We THINK we can maybe contact the Danneskold, or get the Lead Belly to do it if we can’t. Our concern is that the Danneskold’s crew might be attacked by the same group who were so horrible to Miko. And we think Bonbon, Ellie and Miko know we can potentially contact aliens and would like us to do it. Right?”

“Right,” nodded Andi.

“So the question we have to answer,” said Hailey, “Is are we going to do it?” This brought a worried shrug from Janey and a beautiful look of shock on Andi.

“We MUST do it!” exclaimed the blond, “Surely if the Danneskold is in danger we must do everything we can to warn them.” Hailey looked from Andi to Janey, who looked resigned to her fate, and back to Andi, who looked like she was about to hear that Christmas was going to be cancelled.

“Yeah, of course we have to try,” Hailey admitted, “Let’s go back and find out more from the others.”

“Yay!” exclaimed Andi.

“Yay,” muttered Janey.

“So, have you enjoyed your leetle confab?” wondered Elsa.

“We have,” said Hailey, current spokeswoman for the Bounce Chix, “And we’ve agreed to help.”

“Help with what?” asked Mihoko innocently.

“With contacting the Danneskold,” said Hailey. There was a long pause as both groups processed this.

“Why would we think…” began Mihoko, but Bonita cut across her.

“Oh come on Miko, I think they deserve full honesty by now, don’t they?” Bonita had endured enough subterfuge for one day.

“Yeah,” grumbled Janey, still less than thrilled to be heading into another adventure with a near certainty of tickling, “We deserve ‘full honesty.’”

“You know about us, don’t you?” said Hailey. Bonita, Elsa and Mihoko nodded.

“So you created a fake competition that Andi was clever enough to win and too ditzy to realise was fake?” The CERN trio nodded again.

“And the reason for that was that you know that we have alien technology that has been… influencing our lives in recent months,” Hailey concluded, “And you want us to try and use it to contact the Danneskold and warn them about these aliens who abducted you Miko?”

“Absolutely right,” nodded Mihoko.

“How do you know about us?” demanded Janey, but not very aggressively. She was quite morose about the imminent prospect of being tickled, most likely while facing mortal danger!

“Err… Audrey told us about how Dusty and Slither met Downy,” Bonita replied, “And how it was all down to these three ‘heroes of Spadra.’ They had your first names only but, with a small bit of research, you were surprisingly easy to find.”

“There are LOTS of stories about you all on zhe internet!” laughed Elsa.

“Oh God,” groaned Janey, “Tell me… No, DON’T tell me!” Everyone laughed at that and it seemed that the friendship between the two trios of closest friends was restored.

“So there’s just one last question,” added Hailey.

“Oh God, not another.” Janey really was in a funk about the likely impending disaster.

“Hey biscuit,” giggled Andi, “Lighten up a little, will ya?”

“I’ll ‘biscuit’ you!” snapped Janey, and she leapt at Andi, digging her fingers into the blonde’s sides and causing immediate surrender.

“EEEEEHEEEEHEEEEK! STUOPPP EEEEET PLEEEASE!” squealed Andi, collapsing to the ground and closely followed by Janey, who was at least brightening up at tickling her beautiful, underdressed friend.

“If we might return to the matter at hand,” wondered Hailey, distracting Janey with a less than gentle poke to her friend’s side.

“EEP!” yelped Janey, “Oh all right.” She stood up and offered Andi a hand. The blond regained her feet, somehow snuggling right up against Janey for a long, pleasant moment.

“So anyways,” Hailey turned back to the trio, “The only other question is: why do you think the crew of the Danneskold is in danger?”

“Let me show you,” said Mihoko. There was a tablet on a table nearby and she picked it up, quickly finding the right section.

“Audrey sent us a photo, right before she went off the air a fortnight ago,” Miko explained, “And one of the girls in it was strangely familiar to me. Here. See for yourself.” The two photos were side by side. One was a scanned copy of ‘The Newton Gang, 1952’ featuring Mihoko’s grandmother. The other was a high resolution picture of about a dozen breathtakingly beautiful women of various species, none of whom could be described as overdressed. One was strangely familiar. The Chix looked up at the trio.

“That’s Jessie,” said Bonita, recognising the Chix expression, “I met her when I was on Mistress Koki’s ship. She got tickled almost as much as I did!”

“But this photo is from 1952!” said Hailey, “And this photo is from what, a fortnight ago? This can’t be the same person!”

“You forget one thing,” said Mihoko softly.

“Yes?” demanded Hailey.

“It’s more a questions,” Mihoko replied, “Why was I taken? It must’ve been because of who I was. Someone, the person actually being interrogated, had resisted their horrible tickling tortures. So they abducted someone they cared about, someone MUCH more sensitive, and put them into The Machine. That second person was me, so who could be the first person, the one being interrogated? I always wondered, until I saw that photo and realised that, if the mechanic in both those photos is the same person, then the person who was being interrogated was my grandmother.” There was a long, pregnant pause, eventually interrupted by Janey’s:

“Huh!?”

“What I mean is…” began Mihoko.

“We get what you mean,” said Hailey.

“We do?” was Janey’s response.

“Yes of course!” smiled Andi, not quite understanding how Janey was struggling, “The facts speak for themselves. This Alderson Drive is a faster than light device that was developed on Earth after the Second World War. It was tested by, amongst others, Miko’s grandmother and this Jessie. Now, I can’t elucidate the drive’s mechanics, but relativistic principles state that things moving faster move relatively slower through time. Ergo, it is possible that, for the crew of the ship powered by this drive, time moves differently for them, slower.”

“Err, yes,” nodded Mihoko, slightly shocked that Andi had paraphrased after about two minutes a hypothesis that had taken three brilliant physicists the best part of a fortnight to work out.

“In ENGLISH please!” Janey practically yelled.

“1950s spaceship’s crews age slower because of weird device in said spaceship,” said Hailey, her tone ever so slightly withering, “MUCH slower,” she added, after a moment’s thought. Janey growled at her.

“Well that just makes a boat load of sense, doesn’t it!?”

“Sarcasm notwithstanding,” Hailey growled back, “We have someone who looks very much like this Jessie on the Danneskold at this time, and a group of seemingly psychotic aliens looking for people who can tell them about this Alderson Drive. We need to try and get in contact with the Danneskold and warn them, then maybe get aboard and see if we can’t figure this out ourselves.”

“Seriously?” This wasn’t Janey, it was Bonita. Hailey nodded.

“If the nasty aliens who abducted Miko don’t succeed,” Andi explained, “Someone else will. It’s much better that WE are the ones to do this, if it can be done. Rather than anyone evil.”

“Oh,” said Bonita, “You come across a lot of evil people, do you?”

“More than you might expect,” answered Janey, her tone dry.

“Zhis is good, ya?” asked Elsa, “Ve are going to vork together on zhis. I am most excited!”

End of chapter 6

Chapter 7 – The Spadrans’ Finish

Chapter 7 – The Spadrans’ Finish

Meanwhile, a mere 40 light years away, investigative reporter Robin Ikaalagoop was completing her latest interview.

“And, as a persistent ETMOS, have you found peoples’ attitudes to you changing?” she asked. Robin looked serious as she asked the question, doing well to control her instinctive fear at the proximity of the ETMOS. The reporter was dressed as conservatively as she could get away with, but the ship was roasting hot and she’d been forced to pull back on her usual ankle length white dress with full tickle armour underneath.

Today she was in her ‘professional safari’ getup: minimalist khaki shorts and a loose white cotton blouse. She still kept her tentacles tied back and her black, thick rimmed glasses remained perched on her nose. It was a Look. Like all Spadrans under the age of 100 Robin had perfect vision, but she thought they made her look smarter. And, in deference to her hostess, she wore no tickle armour, for the first time since puberty.

“Well I have had to get used to people calling me an ETMOS,” replied the former Evil Tickle Monster from Outer Space, for whom recent developments had determined she was actually an Exquisite Tickling Manifestation of Our Species, “Rather than Riley. That was name I had before I Changed and it’s the one I’ve kept. Well, one of my names…” She remembered her other name, the one bequeathed her by the most delectable blond morsel she’d ever encountered, but her reminiscence was cut short.

“Yes, what are your memories of life prior to… the Change?” interjected Robin. Like all Spadrans she was a stunningly beautiful blue skinned woman with tentacles down to her waist and a physique to make grown men drool. Unlike most Spadrans she was nosy, bossy and inclined to stamp her feet if she didn’t get her way. As such a career in journalism had beckoned. It was either that, modelling or politics, plus or minus real estate speculation.

“My memories are… sketchy,” Riley admitted, “As you know, the current hypothesis is that the ETMOS phenomenon is a manifestation of latent genes in sexually repressed Spadrans. In the past these individuals would yearn to be sexually active with another sentient being but could not, due to their perception of society’s mores. As such the sensual charge would build until it would overload them, manifesting in the ETMOS phenotype, whereby said Spadran could enjoy her… fun.” Robin shivered at the way Riley seemed to purr the word ‘fun’ while looking her up and down. The journalist always LOATHED being the victim to a Tickle Monster, even if a warm tingle between her thighs suggested that not all of her hated it…!

“Now given the long standing nature of the phenomenon,” Riley continued, “But the lack of evidence of persistent ETMOS existence, we now believe that Spadrans would metamorphose into the ETMOS phenotype, release their pent up urges, and revert back, awaking with a hazy recollection of events that would suggest they were the victims of an ETMOS attack, rather than the perpetrator.”

“Yet despite that you remain an ETMOS, Riley,” Robin interjected again, “The longest in recorded history.” Though, now the phenomenon was better understood, there were A LOT more of these ‘permanent ETMOS’ types. Riley was just longest as she’d transformed first. Probably.

“And you are able to control your urges too,” Robin added. Riley’s smile in response to that statement was predatory, and sent goose bumps up the skin of Robin, her camerawoman Victoria, and the sound-girl Natasha. That smile said ‘I can let those urges off the leash any time you want me to, babe!’ And, to Vicki at least, that was something a BIG part of her wouldn’t mind happening…! So long as she was completely not responsible for it of course.

“Yes, I can,” was Riley’s simple answer, “But that’s because Dale, Stacey and I are able to release ALL our urges on a regular, healthy basis.”

“Right,” nodded Robin, “These ‘Group Bounce Jumps’ you’ve mentioned, and the reason why I’m here.” She turned to the camera.

“The crew of the Lead Belly have developed a new form of extreme Bounce transport,” Robin explained for her viewers, “In which Riley, the ETMOS, does… her thing with the two other crewwomen, helmswoman Dale and navigator Casey. At the same time the ship’s conventional Bounce drives are charged and a nominal destination set but, if the crew time things right, and for reasons that aren’t entirely clear, their… special energy seems to induce a far more powerful Bounce than seen previously, but also adds in a randomness to the destination that some might consider dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” wondered Riley, her smile knowing, “How do you mean?”

“Well, you know,” stammered Robin, flustered at having to describe the scandalous goings-on aboard the Lead Belly this past year, “All those… adventures that you and your colleagues have had. Thwarting Cersei the Assyrian assassin. Discovering the seven seditious scribes from Cesasarrea. That sort of thing.” She failed to mention that Cersei had abducted Dale and Casey and tickled them to multiple orgasms over a period of hours till Riley rescued them. Or that the seven scribes had managed to capture Riley and do unspeakable things to her with a variety of tickling implements till, for once, she was rescued by her two friends.

“Yes, all our adventures seem to have a… specific flavour,” Riley observed, “But in the last year the Lead Belly has discovered two new interstellar groups, and seven new sentient species, each of whom has revealed major technological and other breakthroughs. Our technique, though unusual, has forwarded Spadran knowledge and culture more in 12 months than most explorers achieve in a lifetime.” It was true. And several other ships were following their example, though at least two had disappeared and thus far not returned.

“Anyhow,” said Riley, turning business-like with the uncanny awareness of time and events that ETMOS were renowned for, amongst other things, “The drives are now charged and I’m sure Dale and Casey are… primed. Shall we go to the main event?” Robin squirmed under Riley’s knowing glare. The reporter had been dreading this: the moment of truth. But her voice, when she spoke, was calm.

“Lead on please, Ms Riley.” The ETMOS did so, taking the news team out of the bridge towards engineering. Tasha and Vicki continued recording as they went. Natasha was almost shuddering in excitement. The thought of what they were about to see, the inner sanctum of an ETMOS’ lair, was sending her submissive mind reeling with memories of her previous ‘suffering’ at the hands of Changed Spadrans, and the not inconsiderable question of whether those experiences might happen again. And soon.

Her outfit was practically begging to be exploited: cut-off denim dungarees that barely covered her full, pert bottom and which, in the heat, she’d neglected to put anything underneath at all! The sides of her heavy chest were visible and the soft, devilishly sensitive skin of that area highly accessible, while the bagginess of the outfit over her tummy meant any tickling fingers could get inside an exploit her sensitivity there. The numerous pockets on her outfit were filled with sound equipment, which was how Tasha got away with wearing something so revealing, but it didn’t take an ETMOS to realise that the girl wanted people to notice how cute and curvy she was. And when a Spadran wanted that, every ETMOS instinctively knew what she really wanted.

Victoria, on the other hand, wanted, even obsessed over, something else. She was following Robin and Riley but her camera was focussed squarely on the broad, bouncing bottom of the reporter. Robin was prudish, even by Spadran standards, but working together so long had led to Vicki knowing her boss better than most, and seeing her more… dishevelled than any.

She’d been the one recording Robin’s torment at the Enanane Sanctuary, until her own capture and subsequent squealing surrender. Robin had insisted Vicki give her the camera once they’d escaped, but the repressed technician had saved a copy of the footage and had watched it so much the digital file had become partially corrupted!

Neither woman knew a copy of the recording had been taken by the Spadran Intelligence Service, or ‘Big Sis’ as they were known. Now, within touching distance of an ETMOS that could do it all again to her overbearing, hyper-critical boss, Vicki was feeling strange sensations running through her body as she imagined tickling that beautiful butt and releasing some of the frigidity from her uptight boss. She felt almost feverish…!

It didn’t help that the camerawoman was feeling super pent up recently. Ever since the Lead Belly’s discovery of the nature of the ETMOS phenomenon there’d been far fewer outbreaks, and Vicki hadn’t been caught up in ANY of them. She’d just been working incredibly hard, for low pay, and all the insults she could put up with, under someone who she REALLY wanted to see naked, screaming and cumming once again…

“And here we are,” announced Riley, as they turned a final corner, “Engineering. My home.” It was, on second thoughts, quite pleasant, even if the stunning, humid warmth of the ship was even more intense here. But those were second thoughts, for the news team. First thoughts ran through a mixture of shock, horror, delight, and wonder as they saw a sight each of them knew well: the lair of an ETMOS. But this one was very different to the nests they remembered.

“Wow!” it was Tasha, so shocked she failed to hold back her personal opinions, “This is VERY different to how I remember the ETMOS nests.” The camera girl spoke with a slight lisp through a friendly smile that had an endearing gap between her font teeth. Riley had found her quite the most adorable, sweet, friendly girl.

“Shut up!” snapped Robin, scowling at her underling, “Technicians are to be neither seen nor heard. I will not have you screwing this up for me Natasha, not again.” The sound girl looked almost like she was going to cry for a moment, but she had suffered Robin’s anger enough times to be able to choke down the reaction.

“Sorry Robin,” she whispered, earning a grunt from her boss.

“Oh-kay,” said Riley slowly, looking from Robin to Natasha with an expression of concern. As an ETMOS she traded some of the sparkling Spadran intellect for a far greater understanding, and appreciation, for social interactions. In fact, many permanent ETMOS had become therapists on Spadra, showing a degree of insight into their clients’ problems that appeared bordering on psychic to Spadrans. Of course, most of that insight seemed to be that their clients needed a good orgasmic tickle, but it was surprising how many problems that cured! So Riley could see a great deal of the interplay between the news team that was hidden beneath the surface. But, in these circumstances, she wasn’t going to intervene. For now.

“Wha… what’s that noise…?” asked Robin, turning back to Riley, her voice turning from sharp to concerned.

“Come with me and find out!” suggested Riley, her smile predatory. She led the three young women into the tropical paradise that was an ETMOS layer: thick, luscious, ticklish grass under foot, tall, willowy trees forming a canopy of the ceiling and draped with vines they all knew could catch a wayward limbs and capture an unwary Spadran for the ETMOS’ future attention.

But what was so surprising was how ordered everything was. The thick green grass of the floor was in a perfect square and extended exactly ten feet into each corridor, and was cut to a uniform two inches throughout. The trees covered the entire ceiling, save for the lights and vents, which were unencumbered. And there was a clear space for people to walk through the vines, rather than the nightmare of traps that they expected.

And, scattered all over the place, the pack of Muttzles that called an ETMOS layer home were visible, all of them staring at the foursome with that blank, animal look that was working out if they were predators or prey. But, as they recognised Riley, the majority turned their attention back to what they were doing, though several sprung over to their mistress like the impassioned canines they were believed to be.

“Hello Hailey!” Riley giggled at one, scratching the Muttzle’s chin and eliciting a happy keening noise in response, “Did you miss me? And Janey too?” she said to a seemingly identical beast, visibly no different from the first to the news team.

“Where’s Andi?” asked the ETMOS. The Muttzle called Janey pointed its furry head towards the central pillar, behind which a suspicious noise, or pair of noises, could be heard, eliciting feelings of dread from the news team.

“Hhhrrrrraaaaaaaarrrrghhhh…!” was echoing from behind the central engineering station which, like all the key systems, was cleared of all fauna. A matching:

“Hrrhrrrhrrrhrrrhrrrrrrrhrrrrrrrr…!” echoed the first voice, as the smiling Riley and horrified news crew came around. The shock of what they saw would stay with each of them for all their lives, in different ways.

“Welcome to the main event!” announced Riley. Robin could only gape, but her news crew, acting on instinct, began recording the extraordinary sight like the trained professionals they were. Dale’s wrists were caught in a vine each, both pulled tight to lever her arms up and wide, while her feet were caught in the clever roots of one of the trees, giving her the appearance of a seated X.

But that wasn’t the most horrible thing about her predicament. She was sat on a prickleberry bush! The Spadrans couldn’t believe it. Each of them had experienced the semi-sentient plants before, but rarely, and with great horror, in the depths of only the most sadistic ETMOS outbreaks. The combination of the organism’s pollen and its unerring ability to elicit tickles was the stuff of nightmares.

Right now its dozens of fluffy tendrils were covering every inch of Dale’s perfect skin with a horrifying array of soft, teasing tickles that had the helmswoman shuddering in every direction. It was she who was making the continuous, muted scream, continuous because the tickles were constant, muted because what looked like her panties were stuffed in her mouth…! Yes, Dale was naked, completely naked, and although her hips were concealed by the plant’s bushy, prickly leaves, her stunning breasts were almost purposefully visible as the plant teased the bottoms and sides, but never the needy, swollen teats at the centre.

“HHHHHRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhHHHH…!” Dale screamed through her makeshift gag. It was perfectly clear that she was completely incapacitated by the horrifying tickling of the prickleberry bush. A few Muttzles were flicking their fluffy ends of their horribly soft, strong, ticklish tails in the helmswoman’s armpits, but it didn’t seem to make much difference to the squealing girl, whose eyes focussed on the news crew and seemed to explode in shock that she was being recorded in this moment of pure blissful torture. It didn’t bother Dale, not like it would’ve done, though Casey might’ve been a little upset…

But Casey, spread eagled few feet away, was too far gone even to realise she was being filmed. She was naked, like Dale, her arms and legs were bound at the wrists and ankles in a stretched X, like Dale, and her stringy white panties were making a makeshift gag, also like Dale. But unlike her crewmate she was flat on her back, nestled in a horribly ticklish bed of ETMOS grass that was presumably prickling and tickling her entire back, from her calves to her neck, and by no means missing her full, plump, dreadfully sensitive ass on the way.

Yet it wasn’t that which was distracting her. No it had to be the whole gang of Muttzles in all her worst places! One was running around in circles at her left sole, its furry body a constant tickle to her bound foot. A second seemed to be licking and even nibbling on her right foot, something that made Robin, no stranger to the eroticism of a toe lick, squirm. As she watched the two Muttzles decided to swap jobs and switch around, causing Casey’s constant laughs to somehow INCREASE in intensity despite her gag.

Or maybe it was the pair of Muttzles doing similar things in each armpit? Alternating their bodies with their tales with their mouths with their EVERYTHING in an effort to wring out as many tickles from Casey as possible. Perhaps the two Muttzles on her chest? The pair of them sat pressed up to each of those heaving mound, their tales wrapped around those large breasts and squeezing them up and out so that the ends of said tails could flick their fluffiness against Casey’s engorged nipples?

No. It wasn’t even them. It had to be the lone Muttzle between Casey’s thighs that was so tormenting her. Like the rest it was using a mixture of actions to tickle EVERYTHING around her hips, from her thigh bones to the skin of her legs, to the dripping, needy slit in the centre. Each of the news crew, all repressed in their own ways, nevertheless could recognise the quivering button between Casey’s thighs and the fluffy attention it was both loving and hating, desperate for the sensation to stop and crying out for more.

“Welcome to where the magic happens!” announced Riley, holding up her hands theatrically, “Where the girls and I induce the Group Bounce Jumps for which we have become famous. Dale and Casey have been hard at work for nearly an hour now, gagged to prevent their screams from drowning out our interview. Our furry friends and pleasant plants have been doing a brilliant job preparing them. Good girl Andi!” The Muttzle between Casey’s legs stopped for a moment and preened at the compliment, before returning to its job with renew vigour.

“HAAHAAHAAAARRRR!” wailed Casey through the gag, her body convulsing in laughter as her hips arched in a clear attempt to push her pussy towards the Muttzle known as Andi. The news team each knew what was going through Casey’s mind, the relentless tickling, the delicate teasing, the yearning for release.

“This is… monstrous!” exclaimed Robin, her prominent nipples and hot thighs squeezing together belying her sensual reaction. But, in her mind, she remained proper and correct. Robin embodied everything from the old Spadra, the one before the Kouhaku Alliance, the one that thought the ETMOS phenomenon was about invading monsters rather than exploding, repressed sexuality.

“Oh really?” wondered Riley, “Why don’t we ask them?” She moved towards Dale and Casey, leaning towards the latter with her hand to pluck out the gag while her clever tail reached towards the former and did the same. There was an instantaneous duet of hilarity:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” screeched Dale, her screams continuous bar the occasional gasp of air.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAAAAHAHAAAAAA!” squealed Casey, who was being tickled in waves of hilarity from the Muttzles, rather than the more constant, fiendishly light touches of the prickleberry bush.

“How about it girls?” wondered Riley, “Do you want me to call off the tickles? Stop them completely?”

“NOOHOHOHOOHOO PLEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEEEASE!” wailed Casey instantly, her blue eyes open for the first time.

“KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP GOOIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENG PLEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEASE!” agreed Dale. Riley muttered something in the hidden language of the ETMOS, something even they weren’t quite sure how to translate, yet instinctively knew what they meant. Immediately all the Muttzles paused, the prickleberry bush’s tendrils stopped, even the grass underneath Dale seemed to relax.

“Oh no!” squealed Casey, deliberately jerking her body to try and elicit a ticklish sensation. Her actions were in vain.

“Riley no!” begged Dale, “You promised! You PROMISED us!”

“Promised you what?” wondered the ETMOS, her tone amused, and horribly seductive.

“Promised you wouldn’t stop like that!” shouted Dale, her voice angry, “It’s so horrible to be… YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!” Riley had barked another command and Dale and Casey had both exploded into laughter. The ETMOS turned back to the news crew.

“Monstrous?” she wondered, “Perhaps. But most monsters, even the ones from our childhood stories, are just misunderstood creatures. We can’t blame an animal for wanting to eat, wanting to breed, wanting a place to call its home. It is one of the persistent mistakes of civilisation to act as if our monstrous nature, from our evolutionary origin, is something to be ignored.”

“You think we should go back to that time?” demanded Robin, very shook up by the horribly erotic show she was witnessing, “Become monsters, like you? Debase ourselves and become creatures of emotion and conflict and tickling? Creatures like… like YOU!?”

“No,” said Riley, her voice level despite the stinging insults, “We should learn to tame the monster, domesticate it, recognise its savagery but also its will to survive and acknowledge its importance in our survival as a species to this point. Else the monster will find its way out anyway.” She emphasised the word monster and said it with a throaty, seductive purr that made even Robin’s knees weak.

For Natasha it was too much. She was on fire between her thighs, her denim dungarees already a shade or two darker at the crotch. She dropped to her knees, feeling the familiar prickle of the ETMOS grass on her legs and had to suppress a moan. Fortunately Robin didn’t see her sound girl’s reaction, as she was so focussed on what was in front of her. If she had she would’ve eviscerated Tasha.

But she didn’t, and she didn’t see what was happening to Vicki. Riley did, but she chose to ignore it. This interview, which she’d been dreading, was turning out far better than she’d hoped! There were all sorts of shenanigans happening, a kind of glorious tickling chaos. Which, as every ETMOS knew and every old school Spadran repressed, was how the universe should be.

“In the past,” Riley announced, capturing Robin’s attention so that Natasha could shakily regain her feet, “A Group Bounce Jump could be achieved with a single orgasm. Over time that number has gone up. We’re not quite sure why. The temporal energy of an ETMOS induced climax hasn’t been well studied. But these days there is a definite need for more orgasms for us to achieve our goal.”

“More orgasms?” wondered Robin weakly.

“Oh yes!” smiled Riley, “Multiple, one might say. Which is why Dale and Casey have been undergoing such rigorous teasing tickles for more than 45 minutes now. They’re going to be ready very soon to take the six of us on our next great adventure.”

“Great,” grunted Robin, her light outfit suddenly feeling much too tight and restrictive in the hot, humid, horny environment of Riley the ETMOS’ lair aboard the Lead Belly. Even Robin had to admit that what she was seeing was hot, and she secretly cursed the ETMOS for making her admit to this repressed, shameful side of her character. Natasha was being force to admit to the repressed, shameful side of her character as well, but she’d long since known it, and secretly wished to release it, so this experience was pushing ALL her buttons in a way that was going to have her explode right along Dale and Casey when they climaxed.

But the most profound change was happening in Victoria. 12 months without any sort of release. Four YEARS of being Robin’s punching bag. Four years of seeing sound girls come and sound girls go, verbally beaten and emotionally destroyed by her vicious, prudish boss. Six months of dear, sweet, desperately submissive and yearningly eager Natasha ignored, berated and victimised by Robin. And now, in this time and in this place, seeing her boss berate and criticise the ETMOS that had helped all of Spadra emerge from their puritanical dark ages into a new era of tolerance and experimentation.

“Vicki!” hissed Natasha, “What are you doing?” The camerawoman’s posture had slumped, as if she was resigned to defeat. The large, awkward device on her shoulder, filled with such complex technology to capture the perfect image, began to slide towards the floor. She would’ve dropped it completely had Tasha, at least aux fait with the equipment, not caught it and brought it to her own shoulder to continue recording. Victoria was going to get fired for such a breach in Robin’s expected perfection. Whatever had happened to her?

Only Robin was distracted. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the spectacle of Dale and Casey, screaming in hilarity as their tickled bodies craved the touch that would drive them to the serial climaxes ‘needed’ to run the Group Bounce Jump. Had she noticed that Natasha now held the camera she would’ve been furious, especially if she’d observed Tasha’s focus shifting from Robin, who was standing in the foreground of the Dale and Casey shot, to where Victoria was staggering away, clearly in the throws of some sort of episode.

Natasha, quick witted and expert that she was, managed to deploy the camera’s internal tripod and set it and her own equipment to record Robin, Riley Dale and Casey, and lastly, but by no means least, Victoria. As she did that and made sure her sound equipment was functioning perfectly, Riley arrived at the two screaming crewmates of the Lead Belly and barked some more instructions.

“OOOOHOOOO YEEEEEEEEESSSS!” squealed Dale, as she felt herself be moved, still on the prickleberry bush, so that she was lying on her back.

“PLEEEHEEHEEEHEEEHEEEEASSEEEEE GIVEEE MEEEHEEEEHEEEEE RELEEEHEEHEEEHEEEEHEEEEASEEEHEEEE!” begged Casey, before feeling herself moving, “OHH THAAHAAAAHAAANK YOU RILEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEEEE!” But it was with some shock where Dale and Casey found themselves. Riley’s instructions, in her hidden language, had taken the two screaming women and positioned them so that their spread legs came up against one another… right at their bursting thighs.

“OOOHH WOOWWW!” exclaimed Dale, feeling Casey’s giggling body and her gushing heat mixed with the helmswoman’s own horribly aroused pussy. They’d never tried anything like this before and now it was being recorded by a prize winning, international reporter! That naughty, shameful thought fed back into Dale’s primed libido. She felt liberated by her open sexuality now, not repressed, and the realisation she was being filmed was very provocative to her.

“AHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAHAAHAAAA!” Casey continued laughing with the demented hilarity of the tickle drunk. The sensation of Dale’s hot thighs clamped around her own was BEYOND arousing, but she was far too gone from the epic Muttzle tickling to truly process what was happening. All she knew was what her body told her, and her body told her she was about to climax SPECTACULARLY! And then it came…

“HIC!” The first hiccup was forced out of Casey and, with it, came the realisation for everyone that she and Dale were on the cusp of EXPLODING. The second was soon to follow and Casey was soon hiccupping ever quicker, ever closer to that eruption.

“Oh goodness…!” moaned Natasha. Having done her job incredibly well, improvising brilliantly to cover for Victoria’s unexplained absence, she’d focussed once again on what was happening with the Lead Belly’s crew and, in doing so, she’d heard Casey’s signal that the navigator was fast approaching her destination. Tasha, her own arousal overwhelming her defences, lost it completely.

She dropped to her knees again and, rather than getting back up, she couldn’t stop herself from sliding one hand into her dungarees against her heaving, needy breasts with their swollen, jutting nipples, and another through the gap in the sides over the lower section, to come against her otherwise naked, swollen, dripping pussy. She shamefully began to masturbate at the hypersexual sight in front of her, unaware that she’d actually set the camera and her sound equipment to record EVERYONE present, not just the reporter, the Lead Belly’s crew, and Victoria…

…Who had also dropped to the floor. Robin finally noticed that her camerawoman was not where she should be. Turning her head, moving slowly through the torrent of treacherous sensations assailing her body and her mind, she saw Natasha, who was openly squeezing her breasts with one hand while the other juddered inside her too revealing, for Robin’s taste, shorts. There was a puff of leonine brown that passed Robin in an instance and leapt onto the hapless Tasha.

“Oh no, little one,” purred Riley, softly pinning the almost mesmerised girl back on a sea of welcoming, tickling grass, “It’s MUCH more fun with a little help!” She leant down and kissed the willing Natasha hard on the lips as her skilful tail undid the buckles of the sound girl’s dungarees. Tasha’s mind was exploding with all these novel sensations. She’d never been kissed by an ETMOS before. She’d never been kissed by ANYONE before! Riley’s lips were soft, moist and warm, her kisses strong, almost overpowering, yet somehow loving. They felt… perfect to Natasha.

“OOOOHHH MUYYYY GUOOOOOODNEEEEEEEESSS!” squealed Dale, her climax rapidly rising up through her as Casey’s curvy, horny, wonderful, sexy, loving body sensually ground against her. The prickleberry bush and the Muttzles were assailing both Spadrans with a whole gambit of tickles and, combined with the audience, the situation was pushing Dale higher and further than she’d ever gone before climaxing. But there was something missing… Why was her right foot not being tickled…? And, with delightful naughtiness, Dale realised the answer: for there was Casey’s equally unmolested right foot and… yes! Dale was allowed by her ‘tormenters’ to reach out, grab Casey’s toes, and bring them up against her mouth…

For her part Casey was almost totally spent. The hiccups were coming thick and fast. It was a question of seconds, not minutes, before she climaxed. She’d always been a bit quicker than most Spadrans for that, a bit more aware and acceptant of her sexuality, but the last 12 months had REALLY opened her up to the concept. She, Dale and Riley were now so in tune it was difficult to stop them all exploding simultaneously! And she was about to… about to… ABOUT TO…!

“OOHOOHOOHOOO GOODNESSS! WHAT’S THAAHAHAAAHAAAT?” Opening her eyes she could feel Dale’s teeth nibbling at the sole of her foot! And, adding teasing to torture, her friend started licking the horribly sensitive base of Casey’s toes! And there was Dale’s foot, free and right in front of her! Well two could play at that game…!

“AHAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! EEEEEHEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEETT TEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS SOOOHOOOHOOHOHOHOHOOHOOOOOOHOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO MUUAAACHAAAAHAHAAHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEESSS!” Natasha had started way behind Dale and Casey but 12 months of unintentional abstinence, since the last ETMOS outbreak, meant that she was more than capable of making up for lost time.

“There you go, little one,” encouraged Riley, rubbing her own needy mound against the tight right thigh of her latest ‘victim,’ “You’re quite the screamer! And it’s nice to meet another Spadran who is so open about what she wants…!” As if to demonstrate, the ETMOS’ tail entered the fray, slipping down between both women’s legs to flick against the very bottom of Tasha’s cheeks. That had always been one of Natasha’s most INSANELY ticklish, arousing spots, and she didn’t disappoint. She raced towards an ecstatic orgasm in response to Riley’s tender tickles, while the ETMOS felt her own libido prepare to explode in synch with her new friend.

“Oh my goodness!” cried Robin, looking around from Dale and Casey tickling each other towards climax as they were tickled by the ETMOS’ menagerie, to the ETMOS herself, Riley, happily tickling Natasha, who gave every indication of absolutely LOVING what was happening.

“Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!” Robin was twirling around, feeling her own nipples pressed tight against her white top, and a naughty warmth threatening to drip from her thighs. Her head spun from couple to couple, all recorded by the unnoticed camera system, until coming to rest on the corner of the room.

“Vicki?” Robin asked, peering at where her camerawoman was hunched over, shaking and groaning… or was it growling…? Robin, never the most empathetic of people, nevertheless felt nerved to check on her subordinate. It had to better than checking on the increasingly throaty screams and tell-tale hiccups from the four other Spadrans present, right…? Wrong. As she approached she saw a strange rippling happening over Victoria’s skin. The camerawoman’s soft, curvy features seemed to be shifting into a tighter, more athletic shape while her blue eyes sparked with curious energy when she suddenly looked at Robin and growled:

“This ain’t Vicki any more…!” The camerawoman, now former camerawoman, hunched over a final time, as the metamorphosis approached its climax, emitting a scream that oscillated into a growl as her blue skin turned darker, redder, furrier, and her body completed its transformation from soft, curvy blue skinned Spadran to hard, tight, brown furred ETMOS. As she Changed electricity started to form and dance all around her, shooting out and joining with the energy generated by Dale and Casey, Riley and Natasha, all being absorbed by the Bounce drive located in the central hub.

“OOOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOO GOOOHOOOODNEEEEHEEEEESSSS MEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS!” climaxed Dale, at the same time as Casey’s eyes bulged open and her mouth formed a silent O of ticklgasm nirvana.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTSS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!” exploded Natasha.

“HRRRYEEEEAAAAAHSSSSAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” agreed Riley, her dampness pressing on Tasha’s leg to mix with the sound girl’s own visceral pleasure.

“You think we’re monsters!?” roared the Changed Victoria, to the clear terror of Robin, “For wanting to experience companionship… love? MONSTERS? Well it’s time you experienced the monster FIRST HAND!” As she leapt for Robin her transformation completed, releasing its energy into the Bounce drive along with all the orgasmic energy being now continuously generated by Dale, Casey, Riley and Natasha.

The drive, no stranger to these orgasmic experiences, was nevertheless overawed by the explosion of dynamism that flooded through it. Its natural care for its crew, was overwhelmed by the force and, for the first time, the control mechanisms that controlled the destinations it took its crew to, were overcome. The ship prepared to Bounce, and it had no idea where it was going to, and what awaited the six beings aboard it. All it knew was that the sensations it was feeling at that moment were ones it would cherish forever… and want to repeat!

SUPER GROUP BOUNCE

End of chapter 7

Chapter 8 – Fun Between (New) Friends

Chapter 8 – Fun Between (New) Friends

45 minutes ago

“It’s no good,” said Andi, looking up from where she was working with Mihoko, “I can’t raise the Danneskold. And I can find the Lead Belly but they’re not responding to hails right now.” The six girls had gathered on the lushly carpeted floor beneath the vast window on the living room with Andi and Mihoko’s laptops for the previous 45 minutes since Elsa’s joy at the six of them working together. Progress had not been great, to be honest.

“Darn it,” muttered Hailey, looking at her feet, “I would’ve hoped they’d do the job for us,” she added cryptically.

“It’s strange that the Spadrans wouldn’t respond to us,” observed Andi, “They’ve always been very conscientious about replying to me in the past.”

“Err, how many times have you been in contact with these guys?” asked Janey. As someone with almost no mathematics or physics knowledge she’d decided her job was to crack wise and keep everybody focussed. She was excelling at it.

“Every now and then,” replied Andi, blushing, “I just like to, you know… keep in touch with our friends.”

“Ah vell,” shrugged Elsa, taking a step away from the computer, “Zhere is surely no rush. Vhatever is happening eet has not happened is zhe time since Meeko was kidnapped. Ve should sleep on eet and try again in zhe morning.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Andi, preparing to close down her laptop.

“I don’t know,” began Hailey, “I think we should keep vorking.” Damn jet lag and super attraction to someone! It had gotten vorse since Elsa kept referring to her as Haileee, elongating the end of her name in a manner the beautiful brunette found hugely lovable. That and the flirtatious looks she was sure Elsa kept giving her. Down girl. Keep that crush under control before you embarrass yourself.

“What do you mean, Hailey?” asked Bonita.

“I know what she means,” muttered Janey, addressing her answer to Bonita, who was even cuter now that she’d perched her horn framed reading glasses on her nose. The glasses, together with her extremely revealing outfit, put Janey in mind of a very sexy nurse, or a particularly liberal teacher.

“You feel it too, huh?” asked Hailey. Janey nodded.

“What?” asked Mihoko.

“That sense of onrushing doom,” Hailey replied. To a collective gasp.

“What my theatrical friend means,” interjected Janey, rolling her eyes, “Is the sense that events are converging. The six of us have all met up and become friends. We’re six of probably only a few dozen in the people in the world who could empathise with what we’ve all been through, yet here we are. We’re trying to contact the Danneskold or the Lead Belly but we can’t find the one and the other aren’t responding, at least one of which is odd.

“Now I don’t know about you guys, but the three of us have some experience of this sort of thing, when circumstances are threatening to explode into another adventure. I don’t have any sense of what to do, but I know we should all make a final effort before we turn in for the night. We may not get the chance again.” There was a certain amount of shock in response to that from the trio.

“Vhat do you mean, Janeee?” asked Elsa. Janey also found the German girl’s pronunciation of her name almost too adorable.

“She means zhese,” replied Hailey, lifting up her foot and putting it in Elsa’s lap, and no longer caring about her accidental impersonation. All three of the Chix were super tired after their flight, the great food, the delicious wine, and drawing a bust on their attempts to contact Audrey or the Lead Belly via Andi’s and Mihoko’s computers. And the fact that her eyes kept making her checking out Elsa’s amazing figure, and kept seeing the German girl doing the same to her, was too much for Hailey to keep mindful of her pronunciation.

“Err, your feet?” Elsa wondered, feeling the weight of Hailey’s perfect foot in her lap and not minding it at all. She’d been peeking at Hailey’s legs all evening, at Andi’s and Janey’s too, and hoping they wouldn’t notice. All her recent experiences, from being tickled on the Danneskold to meeting up with Bonita and subsequently Mihoko, had opened up a huge sexual appetite in her, in all of them. All those years she’d been alone. Now she was making up for lost time!

“Not my feet,” smiled Hailey, wiggling her toes at Elsa, “Look at my toe. The toe ring, to be exact.” Elsa did so, leaning in so close Hailey could feel the girl’s breath on the sole of her foot. The beautiful brunette couldn’t help but scrunch her toes slightly at the ticklish sensation.

“You’ve heard a summary of our story from Audrey,” Andi explained, “But, in essence, we were beamed aboard a ship and helped the aliens there, including Dusty and Slither, overcome various… obstacles. They gave us these as a thank you gift.”

“Eet is most pretty,” observed Elsa, “But vhy is eet relevant?”

“Because eet, damn it… Because it,” replied Janey, “Is an energy conduit and transdimensional transporter capable of taking each of us on journeys to extraordinary places.” Where we meet extraordinary people who do extraordinary things, like tickling the bejesus out of us, Janey didn’t add.

“Transdimensional?” gasped Bonita.

“Transporter?” snapped Mihoko, rather more aggressively. Andi nodded.

“We’ve been trying to figure out how they work for months, all year in fact,” she explained, “But thus far, no luck. I mean… we can sort of make them do lots of things, sometimes with uncanny accuracy. But whenever I… we feel we’ve got a handle on them the rug gets pulled from under us.”

“Let me have a look,” suggested Miko, but reaching towards Andi’s foot. The beautiful blond paused for a short moment, before extending her soft, horribly ticklish foot towards her hostess.

“Do you want to have a look, Bonbon?” asked Janey. She did well to hide her shock. It had most certainly NOT been her intention to say what she was thinking. But Bonita’s response was immediate.

“Oh yes please Janey!” she gushed, moving over and grabbing Janey’s foot in both hands.

“EEEHEEE stop that!” Janey squeaked, half jerking her foot out of Bonita’s hand.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” lied the English girl, lifting up Janey’s foot like a prize specimen, “I should look with my eyes, not my fingers. Wow. It’s very beautiful.” It wasn’t at all clear if she was referring to the slender piece of metal or Janey’s admittedly very shapely foot.

“Yes it is,” agreed Mihoko, voice business-like, peering at the metal, “But all the circuitry is hidden inside. Oh! Wait! There’s a slight indentation there.”

“So zhere is,” Elsa agreed, “I vill just turn Haileee’s ring around…” She reached up her fingers to Hailey’s toe ring and, quite inadvertently, flicked the underside of the brunette’s toes.

“AACK!” squeaked Hailey. But, unlike Janey, she didn’t pull her foot away. Partly it was because, lying on the floor holding herself upright with her arms, she didn’t have the leverage. But another part of her wouldn’t have minded some gentle foot tickles from Elsa at that moment, from anyone present for that matter. There was a looooonnngg moment as Elsa seemed to realise this. And then she struck.

“EEeeeehhhthaaaaat teeeeeeeckleees!” giggled Hailey, shaking in mirth but leaving her foot in Elsa’s loving embrace.

“Oh vow!” gushed the blond, “You like eet, no?”

“HHhhmmmmm…?” responded Hailey, not sure if ‘like’ was the right word, but she didn’t dislike it either, “OH!” Elsa had scratched Hailey’s sole, eliciting a much stronger reaction.

“Oh no!” gushed Hailey, “Not… THAAHAAAAHAHAAHAHAAHAAAAAAATT!” Elsa attacked her! Grabbing Hailey’s foot under one arm she began to tickle the beautiful brunette’s foot all over. Everyone was shocked, especially Hailey who tried to lean towards Elsa to push her away but instead overbalanced backwards. The blonde’s grip of her foot was too strong and she couldn’t kick her attacker away, nor did she want to hurt her. So instead she lay back, squirmed, and laughed.

“AAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAAAAA! ELLSSSSAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA EEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTT TEEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!” Elsa grinned dementedly as she continued tickling Hailey’s foot, loving the fact that the brunette was clearly not trying at all hard to stop her. All four of the other girls watched all this unfold, and it was Bonita who reacted first. She turned to Janey, still holding the other girl’s foot in her hand, and smiled naughtily.

“Oh no you don’t!” snapped Janey, yanked her foot away from a shocked Bonita, and leapt for the beautiful redhead.

“YAAAH!” gasped Bonbon, falling backwards and feeling the lithe weight of Janey’s sexy body on top of her.

“You think you know about tickling?” giggled Janey breathlessly, digging her fingers into Bonita’s sides, “Well this is your post graduate exam!”

“NO! AHHH! NOOO! AHAHAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” squealed Bonita, “STUOPP EEET JAAHAAAAANEEEEEE! PLEEEEEEEHEEEEEEASE!” But her pleas fell on deaf ears and, like Hailey, more of Bonita wanted to lie back and submit to these tickles than fight them off. This was all watched by a shocked Andi and Mihoko who turned from the two pairs of frolicking girls to one another. Andi looked down at her foot in Mihoko’s hand. Mihoko dropped it, indicating she had no interest in initiating hostilities.

Andi withdrew her foot, looked Miko in the eye, smiled bashfully, then started to move towards the beautiful Japanese girl on her hands and knees. Miko wasn’t sure what to do. The look on Andi’s face was intense, and the sight of her beautiful body squeezed into her sexy outfit had been filling Miko’s vision, and her thoughts, all evening, as was the sense that Andi felt the same when she looked at her. She didn’t do anything but sit there, leaning back against one of the chairs, as Andi approached, leant in, and kissed her on the mouth.

Mihoko melted into the kiss, the taste of alcohol on Andi’s tongue, the blonde’s natural scent that wafted through Miko’s thoughts and triggered half remembered days of fun, days of happiness, and days of sex. She kissed Andi back and the two of them made out for a heavenly 30 seconds, until the sounds of their friends’ tickle fights brought them back to Earth.

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Mihoko, looking at Hailey was on her back, fists punching the carpeted floor as Elsa continued to mercilessly tickle the brunette’s horribly sensitive feet. Somehow she’d captured Hailey’s other foot too and was scribbling her fingernails all over the soles, reducing Hailey to hysterical laughter, with an unmistakeable throatiness to it Andi recognised.

“Your friend is struggling!” Miko giggled.

“Yours isn’t doing any better!” Andi replied. And it was true. Pinned beneath Janey, Bonita’s curvy, ever so slightly unfit body was no match to the fiendish tickles from the lithe, flexible kickboxer. The gorgeous redhead was failing her postgraduate assessment and already feeling her libido rejoicing in the fact. Janey’s hard but curvy body was pressed against her and the pressure on Bonbon’s breasts was divine, just as the fingers tickling her sides and armpits were truly devilish. Andi and Mihoko took all this in and couldn’t help but feel their own hearts flutter at the sight. But they couldn’t sit on the side-lines while their friends needed them.

“You help Bonita, I’ll help Hailey,” Andi suggested, “Janey’s feet are seriously ticklish but you’ll never catch them. You have to go for her ribs.” She made to move but was stopped by a gentle arm on her shoulder.

“How about you help Janey, and I’ll help Elsa?” wondered Mihoko, “You already know Bonbon’s most ticklish spots!” Andi’s eyes bulged at that. She’d suggested breaking up the tickle fights. Miko was suggesting they actively participate in them, on the winning sides! It took Andi a heartbeat to reach a conclusion.

“Hell yes! Tickle Hailey’s breasts!” she exclaimed, turning and getting herself over to Bonbon and Janey. Mihoko watched her new friend go, in no way drinking in the sight of Andi’s gorgeous ass wiggling as she crawled over to the second tickle battle. But Miko soon turned her attention to the first.

“That’s right! Laugh for me you delicious slice of strawberry jam on buttered crumpet!” giggled Janey, still furiously tickling up and down Bonita’s sides, “Ah, come on. I’ve got her right where I want her!” she said as Andi arrived.

“OOOOHOOOOHOOOOO STUOOOOOPPP PLEEEEEEEEEEEAE!” begged Bonita unconvincingly, “ANDDEEEEEEE HEEEEEEELP MEEEEEE PLEEEEEASE!”

“You should stop tickling her sides,” Andi said, to both girls’ less than secret disappointment that the tickling was being stopped, “We already know it’s her ass we should be tickling!” Disappointment quickly turned to shock immediately turned to hilarity!

“NOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Bonita, but could do nothing as Janey and Andi spun her onto her front. Andi grabbed hold of the redhead’s feet and incapacitated her with some expert foot tickles, while Janey took a few moments to remove Bonita’s wispy sarong and undo her bra.

“We’ll build up to your ass in time,” purred the raven haired tigress, right into Bonbon’s ear, “But let’s see how ticklish the sides of her breasts are!”

“HOH GOD! HOH GOD! HOH GOD! HOOOOH GOOOOODDDD!” whined Hailey, flailing on the floor as Elsa tickled her feet. Her eyes were tight shut so the first she realised of Mihoko’s involvement was when the beautiful Asian girl suddenly caught one of Hailey’s arms.

“HUH?” gasped the brunette. Miko did a complicated, athletic, martial arts style twist and, to her shock, Hailey suddenly found her arms locked out away from her the sides, caught by Mihoko’s legs, while her head was resting on her hostess’ toned stomach. Elsa saw this and her eyes bulged.

“How’s about we check out Ms Hailey’s beautiful breasts?” suggested the Asian girl.

“NO!” squealed Hailey, “NO! NOOOHOHOHOOHOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO STUOOOOOOPPPP PLEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEASE! ANDDEEEHEE YOOOOHOHOHOHOOOOUUU SUUHUUUUUHUHUUHUUUHUUUCK!”” For Miko had started flicking her free hands into the brunette’s exposed armpits. Hailey barely had breath to scream. She certainly didn’t have strength to prevent Elsa sitting on her hips, quite inadvertently bringing her warmth down against Hailey’s. The blond girl seemed to relish the opportunity to investigate Hailey’s salmon pink bra, discovering to her joy that it had a front clasp.

“OHOOOHOOO NOOOOOOO!” giggled Hailey, as her bra came free in Elsa’s hands, “NOTTT MY BOOOBS, PLEEEASE!”

“Not your boobs?” wondered Elsa, “Vhere else vould you prefer then?” And, to Hailey’s shock, the blond bombshell started squeeze the brunette beauty’s horribly sensitive thighs, goosing her way up and down from the knee to the curve of the groin.

“HAAAH! HAAAH! HAAAH! HAAAAANOOOT THEEEEREEE!” screamed Hailey as Elsa finished each transition up with a stroke of Hailey’s horribly sensitive hip bone. She was riding her new friend and loving every second, particularly the feeling that the warmth between Hailey’s thighs matched her own.

“Vhere else should I teeckle?” she wondered rhetorically.

“AAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAAAANNNNNNNDDDDDEEEEE PLEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEE! EEEETS TOOOOOHOOOOOHOOO MUUUUUUUUUCHHH!” Bonita was screaming. Her situation had not improved. Andi had used the sarong to tie the redhead’s feet together and Janey had used her own gymnastic skills to move Bonita’s arms up above her head and tie to one of the chairs with her own bra. Only her panties protected her modesty and Andi could detect, in more ways than one, the boiling moisture building up there.

“Are you ready for your butt tickles?” wondered Janey rhetorically, still going to town on Bonita’s breasts.

“OHGOODDD KNOOW JANEEEE PLEEEEEASEE!” squealed the redhead, whose delightful squirming was making Janey want to do ALL sorts of things to her, “YOOOOU HAVE NOOOHOOHOOOOOO IDEAAA WHAT IT’LL DOOOOHOOOO TOOOOHOOOOOOOHOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHNDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE STUOOOPPP EEEEEEEEEEEETT PLEEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEAASSSE!” Andi started licking Bonita’s feet and nibbling the soles, while continuing her finger tickles, reducing Bonbon to panicked, hysterical laughter.

“Let’s swap places Andi,” shouted Janey, over the roar, “I have an idea…!” Andi released Bonita’s feet but there was no let up as Janey and Andi spun her round so that she was on her back, but lifted her so Janey could scoot between Bonbon’s bound legs. That left with her hips around Janey’s neck, her feet bound, her ass in the air, and her breasts horribly exposed.

“Now let’s see how ticklish this lovely butt of yours is, baby!” giggled Janey.

“HOOOHH NOOOOO!” wailed Hailey, as the constant armpit tickling from Mihoko was combined with Elsa’s fiendish rib tickling, “HOOOOOHH NOOOOO! HOOOOOOHH NOOOOO! HOOOOOOHH NOOOOO!”

“How about eet, Haileee?” wondered Elsa, “Ready for your beautiful breasts to be teeckled!?” The quivering points of her nipples and clear moisture between her thighs suggested Hailey was, indeed, ready for her most sensitive tickles. Andi must’ve told Mihoko, which was filed in deep storage under ‘Vengeance’ as far as Hailey was concerned. But, in reality, Miko and Ellie were quite splendidly gentle, erotic ticklers. They had her in hysterics, but she felt so loved and comfortable at the same time. It was almost a pleasure when Elsa started flicking her fingers softly against the underside of Hailey’s breasts.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” It wasn’t a pleasure at all! No it was horribly, murderously ticklish.

“STUOOOOOOOP! PLEEEASEE STOOOOOP! AAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!” Hailey screamed and screamed until, with an ‘OH!’ Elsa flicked a finger against the brunette’s shuddering nipples.

“OOOH!” gasped Hailey, eyes bulging, pussy dripping, libido poised to take flight, “OOOOOHOOOOHOOOHHHYEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEESSSS! OOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTT FEEEEEEEEHEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEELLLSSS SOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” At the same time Bonita was wailing:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTT TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEEEEEESSS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Andi was flicking her clever fingers all over Bonbon’s wonderfully ticklish breasts and nipples, but it was Janey’s tickles that were the most insidious. Both hands were tickling all over Bonita’s pert, fleshy bottom. And, as she felt the flood rising up inside of her, the heat reach its zenith, Andi dropped her face to one of the redhead’s nipples and Janey pushed her face against their hostess’ dripping panties and nibbled the swollen button at the top of her pussy. Even through the damp material it was more than enough for Bonita.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS UHI’M CUMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEENNGG SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAAAAHAHHAAHAAHARRRDDD!” And Andi and Janey KEPT tickling her! While just a few feet away Elsa heard her friend’s screams of pleasure and decided to reward Hailey.

“Ok, Haileee,” she purred, “Here eet comes…!” She lowered her face to Hailey’s left nipple, continued playing with Hailey’s right nipple with her left hand, and her right found its way inside Hailey’s dripping panties, all while Mihoko continued tickling the hell out of Hailey’s armpits.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH…!” began Hailey, as Elsa flicked her nipple with her tongue, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS UHI’M CUMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEENNGG SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRDDD! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH HANG ON A SECOND…!?”

SUPER GROUP BOUNCE

End of chapter 8

Chapter 9 – Games On The Danneskold

Chapter 9 – Games On The Danneskold

45 minutes ago

“Oh god…!” whined the girl, desperately trying to think of a way out of her situation, “Come on guys, can’t we talk about this!?” She arched her back, testing her bonds, but was well aware she wouldn’t slip them. Her gorgeous green body was untroubled by clothes, save the blue panties that were already suspiciously darker at the centre at the prospect of her impending tickling.

“You made the bet, Slither,” giggled Polly, the furry girl looking stunning in a faux leopard skin bikini, running the lightest touch imaginable up the snake woman’s tender inner arm, “And you lost.” Slither squirmed but didn’t laugh. For now.

“It’s time for the consequences!” agreed Booki, “And at least you won’t be alone.” She was in the same dark blue panties as Slither, but she had the matching bra. The two of them were the same svelte shape and often shared clothes, and tickles.

“Huh,” Slither grunted, “I’m pretty sure that me and Koki aren’t exactly reassured by that.”

“Yeah!” agreed the horribly vulnerable former Mistress, now first mate, Koki, “That game was rigged! How could the captain have four Queens over four Jacks?” The beautiful redhead looked stunning in her wispy white bikini. She knew it would not take much to tease those meagre clothes away and leave her perilously vulnerable to all over body tickling. She shivered at the thought, the twin points on her top, and hint of moisture on her bottoms, belying her anticipation, just as it was for her snakey friend.

“And over four tens!” added Slither.

“Not to mention the rest of you all backing her like that,” Koki added, “I never thought I’d see the day that Thompson agreed to fold and back the captain against us. And she was dealer! It was like she knew something we didn’t.”

“What?” wondered Polly rhetorically, “Like you two are terrible at Nine Card?”

“Talk to the snake about that!” demanded Koki, “She’s the one who sucks at gambling.”

“I do not suck at gambling!” exclaimed Slither, thinking about that statement for a moment before adding: “I just have the occasional lapse in judgement.”

“And now you’re going to be tickled, right alongside your partner in defeat, Koki!” giggled Booki.

“I had four Jacks!” Koki’s voice had turned morose, “I could have been tickling ALL of you!”

“Well you’re not!” giggled Fluffy, “It’s all of us tickling the two of you! Isn’t that right lover?” The fast fingered featherer still had her hair done up in an awesome pink afro, while the crews’ recent travails had helped her develop even more skills as a tickler, which put the fear of laughter into Koki. Fluffy was not exactly overdressed, in a white bikini similar to Koki’s, and she was REALLY looking forwards to this.

She looked over to where Audrey was sat on her computer. The ship’s resident IT guru was in her usual black tube top and matching black panties, while her bob style haircut had been upgraded with fiery red highlights. Her thick black glasses remained quite the same, despite offers to pay for the laser correction out of the ship’s funds. No one minded the fact that their English rose preferred her standard Earth lenses. They looked too adorable perched on her cute button nose, particularly when she was tickled so hard they dropped off, leaving her adorably blind!

“Oh yeah,” agreed Audrey, looking up from her laptop, “I just need to…”

“Come on now lover,” purred Fluffy, advancing on the suddenly helpless looking scientist, “You can stop geeking out on that thing for an evening of tickles, can’t you?” Audrey knew better than to ignore Fluffy in this sort of mood, lest she be the one on the receiving end of the tickles rather than the two beautiful women currently tied up. With the whole crew present at this session that could become VERY ticklish VERY quickly.

“Ok, ok,” she nodded, putting away her laptop, “I just can’t figure out how to log on to Earth’s internet. Ever since that whole Atocha Marie experience I haven’t been able to hook back into it.”

“Earth?” grunted Honey, her Hispanic accent and toned, unbelievably curvy body now complimented by her long soft green hair braided into pigtails, which was sweet and lovely until she ran one of them down your armpit… “Are you still hung up on that dump?” she asked.

“Hey that’s her home world!” admonished sweet, bubbly Silki, “And it’s not a dump. Sure it’s not home, not any more. But I still want to be keep in contact with my friends back on my home-world too.” By the standards of the crew her outfit was conservative, with shorts and a shirt. But she was so insanely ticklish she felt she needed the extra protection, not that it ever did her much good!

“How is Elsa anyway?” wondered Slither, hoping to change the topic of conversation away from ‘tickle Slither,’ “I hope she remembers us.”

“Oh she does,” smiled Audrey, “Or at least she did. I don’t know. It was nice having that link to home. But right now, it’s nice to have this sexy redhead here in front of me.”

“That’s the spirit!” encouraged Fluffy, “I’ve been teaching Audrey some new techniques.” That made Koki shudder.

“Yeah,” added Raven, “By tickling the hell out of her all night long… You two don’t let up!” Her pink-green skin was particularly intense that day, reflecting her excitement at the pending tickling, while her long purple-brown hair had been let down for once. Her red bra and panties were matched by bands on her arms and legs, which had marginally more material than the clothing on her nether regions!

“Hey! We like to experiment!” giggled Fluffy, “And don’t you end up joining in most nights?”

“What can I say?” smiled Raven, wiggling her eyebrows at Audrey, “I like the way your girlfriend is put together… and how she screams. Mostly how she screams!”

“Oh you have a nice scream too, Raven,” purred a wonderfully seductive voice from behind the biochemist’s ear, flicking a gentle tickle to the girl’s sides.

“EEK!” squealed Raven, “Stop that Shooter! You know the rules. Anyone doing any tickling before the main event has to swap places with Slither or Koki.”

“She tickled you!” shouted Koki, “She takes my place!”

“Oh I was just giving my good friend Raven a playful ‘hello’ squeeze, right?” asked the stunning Krandaloozian. She slid up against Raven, who couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of surrendering to Shooter’s tender touch and the way she fitted against the older woman’s smoking hot body, barely contained in a black thong and her trademark lightning bolt T shirt.

“Yeah,” blushed Raven, “It wasn’t a tickle. Just a ‘hello’ dig in my ticklish sides…!” Shooter turned to Koki.

“I’m glad you said that,” she purred, her expression becoming less than reassuring as she leaned close to Koki, “I was going to go easy on you. But now…? I’ll concentrate all my tickling powers on you, for your impertinent suggestion!”

“EEP!” gasped Koki, horrified at the thought. She remembered the last time Shooter tickled her. It had been wonderfully intense. But she’d had Booki besides her at the time. The thought of Shooter concentrating ALL her energies on her…!

“In fact, we should get started, shouldn’t we?” Shooter wondered, with a naughty smile.

“We can’t start without the captain,” interjected Polly, “She won this bet after all!”

“In which case we can’t possibly…” began Koki, to no avail.

“Sorry I’m late folks,” purred an impossibly sexy, seductive voice, “I just wanted to get into something a little more comfortable.” There was a chorus of wolf whistles and compliments. Dusty looked stunning in her new outfit: a lacy, ankle and wrist length dress in pristine white that fitted her svelte figure perfectly.

“Wow cap,” exclaimed Silki, “You look gorgeous!”

“Like a taller, curvier, and much purpler Princess Leia!” agreed Audrey.

“The new material works cap?” asked Polly. Dusty nodded.

“Like a second skin,” she replied, “I hardly feel like I’m wearing a thing! But, for once, I’m covered up, stopping you lot all perving on my boobs!”

“Well it’s hard not to,” answered Honey with a naughty smile, “After all, you’ve got three of them!”

“And they’re so fully and juicy and… ticklish!” added Polly, making the captain shudder.

“Maybe they need to see how tickle proof that outfit is?” wondered Slither, more in hope than expectation, “I mean it’s not like we’ve tested any of them out since Tommy brought them back from that space station.” Dusty was the only person who’d tried the gift from Thompson. The rest of the crew continued to wear their combination of bras and panties that did everything to reveal their gorgeous bodies and almost nothing to resist the various amorous tickles they all encountered from time to time. You might wonder if they wanted to be tickled…!

“Beep de beep bop bub!” chirped a cheerful voice from behind Dusty. The captain turned. It was an example of Thompson’s other gift to the crew.

“Oh it’s you,” she replied, “What are you doing here Pixy?”

“Beep bop bub, negative captain, user identification not recognised.”

“That’s not Pixy, that’s Trixie,” added Audrey, helpfully.

“Are you sure it isn’t Bobbi or Robbi?” asked Fluffy.

“It’s hard to tell,” Audrey agreed, “But there are clear differences. If you look at her chassis for example…”

“Enough on the chassis analysis super nerd,” tutted Polly, turning to the cleaning bot, “And you can leave us in peace please Trixie. Although you may need to pop by a bit later to clean up then…!”

“Say in about 90 minutes?” suggested Booki.

“An hour and a half?” squealed Slither, shuddering at the prospect.

“Affirmative,” agreed the robot, retreating back the way it came.

“Those machines...” began the captain, watching it go, but she tailed off. The truth was she couldn’t quite figure out why Thompson had purchased the ‘Ultimate Cleaning Robot’ let alone four of them! Tommy had always hated to be reminded of her android status, preferring to think of herself as a fully paid up member of the crew, which they all agreed she was. But every time she interacted with a robot or other android in front of them, with the exception of the also-essentially-human Georgina, she’d become a bit bashful.

So why had she acquired the four cleaning machines, which thus far had explored every inch of the ship cleaning up after the crew who, to be frank, were at times astonishingly messy… and splashy! It had been nice to live in a completely dust free environment, without underwear strewn everywhere. But the gesture was very out of keeping of Thompson, as were the ankle and wrist length white dresses she’d acquired for all of them, the mark 3 tickle armour rumoured to withstand even an ETMOS attack. Thompson LOVED to tickle her crewmates, so why give them defences against her?

“Something wrong cap?” asked Polly, aware Dusty was staring at the departing cleaning bot.

“Oh nothing,” Dusty shook her head, assuming that Thompson was merely stockpiling the dresses in anticipation that they might all need tickle defences in the not so far distant future, “I’m fine. Besides, that cleaning bot of Tommy’s should return a lot sooner than that. You girls are gonna be climaxing MUCH sooner than 90 minutes…!” she purred, turning towards her helpless victim.

“Where is Tommy, anyway?” wondered Koki, “Perhaps we should wait a while and…”

“Thompson has asked Jessie and Georgina to go over her operating system again,” Dusty interrupted primly, “And the three of them said we could get cracking without them. I’m sure they’ll be along shortly.”

“What?” Polly was surprised, “Tommy is going to miss collecting on her bet?”

“What can I say?” shrugged Dusty, “She’s been a bit out of sorts since she came back from her tune up. I’m sure it’s just the usual crappy service rather than anything too serious. Jessie and Georgie will sort it out. And we all know they’re not going to make the difference here between the teams.” She smiled naughtily at her victims.

“Thompson would,” agreed Fluffy, also moving into position, “So I guess that gives your team the advantage.”

“Perhaps we should wait?” wondered Silki, “Tommy would hate to miss out and it doesn’t seem quite fair for them to be one tickler down.”

“She doesn’t get to hold this over us!” interjected Koki quickly, “I’m not submitting to this TWICE. Especially after preparing myself for it this time.”

“Oh I don’t think you’ll EVER be ready for what we have in stall for you!” suggested Dusty, “And don’t you guys worry about team fairness. We’re going to have Koki screaming in orgasm LONG before you guys get Slither there! May the tickles begin!”

“No!” squealed Slither, “Wait! PLEASE!”

“Don’t tickle me!” moaned Koki. Their pleas fell on fertile ground. All the assembled ladies stopped advancing and decided that it was morally wrong to tickle two helpless friends against their will so decided to untie them and… Well OF COURSE that’s not what happened!

“I’m gonna get you SO GOOD!” giggled Booki, advancing on her snakey friend.

“It’s been a while since I’ve feathered those ticklish ta-tas,” observed Polly, heading towards Slither, “I’ve MISSED that reaction!”

“What about her ass?” demanded Honey, “I hope we get an opportunity to feather those particularly soft scales!”

“Oh we will,” giggled Silki, remembering the recent times Slither had done the same to her bottom, “It’s payback time snakey!”

“You’re in so much trouble Slither!” added Raven, making a beeline for her friend’s horribly exposed armpits.

“Tell me lover,” purred Dusty to Koki, “Are you ready for my fiendish tickles, you ticklish Twitch you?”

“By the time we’re done with her, she’s barely going to remember who she is, let alone what she is!” laughed Shooter.

“I’m planning on giving her feet some extra special attention,” announced Fluffy.

“While I think a nice bit of thigh tickling is the order for the day,” said Audrey. Slither and Koki were prostrate on two tickle tables, one lined with cuddlebear fur, the second with silver fox hair. Koki, on the first table, was already perilously stimulated by the fiendishly ticklish cuddlebear fur, while the rougher silver fox hair was agony to Slither’s slightly tougher, but no less sensitive back.

“Are we ready ladies?” announced Booki, taking lead with Slither.

“On yours marks,” stated Dusty, “Ready… steady…”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!” squealed Slither, “We haven’t STAAARTED YEEEEEEEHEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTT!” Booki had jumped the gun, getting in some fun fiendish foot tickles before Slither got her defences up. Polly, Honey, Silki and Raven needed no further invitation.

“OOOOHOHOOOHOHOOOOHOOOHOOOOO NOOOHOHOHOHOOOOO!” agreed Koki as Dusty, Shooter, Fluffy and Audrey started their horrible tickles all over her body.

“AAAAAAAAAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAAHAAAAAA!” wailed Slither. It was all too much to bear. Booki was going to town on her feet, running her fingernails up and down to the sides and generally all over those horribly sensitive areas. Polly, the amorous Avavian, was flicking her horribly soft yet spiky feathered fingers right in Slither’s armpits. Silki and Raven had a side each and were roughly digging in their fingers and goosing her horribly ticklish ribs. While Honey had her two pigtails in each hand and was brushing all around Slither’s navel… and when the hair slipped inside it the snake reached another level of hilarity.

“AAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAA NOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOOO!” screamed the sexy snake, her whole body quivering in her bonds. But that just rubbed her back, legs and ass against the horribly ticklish silver fox fur which intensified the ticklish sensations.

“PLEEEEHEEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEASE!” begged the gorgeous snake-girl, screaming out to all her attackers, “EEEEEEEETTT TEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEECKLEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS SOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOHOHOHOHOHOOHOOOO MUAAAACHAAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAA!”

“HOOOH GUOOOOOOOOOODDD NOOOOOOOHOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!” agreed Koki, shaking in absolute surrender as the quartet of extremely gifted ticklers did horrible, wonderful things to her body, “AAAAAAAAAAI CAAAHAAAHAAAAAN’T STAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAHAAAAND EEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEETTT!” She knew she’d be in trouble when Captain Dusty assigned the teams. Dusty had known Thompson might not be available, so she’d deliberately put the more sadistic girls on her.

Even Audrey, dear, sweet, submissive Audrey, was proving hellish as she gave Koki’s right foot a very tender tongue bath and fingernail tickle, coached by Fluffy, doing the same on the other side. The combined scratching and licking sensations would’ve been enough to destroy Koki at the best of times. But she had Dusty and Shooter working her over too, and Dusty had learnt every single sensitive spot on Koki’s body, while Shooter’s magical extra hands let her do the job of three ticklers.

“HUOH NO! HUOH NO! HUOH NO! HUOH NO!” screamed Koki, as Shooter’s spectral hands goosed her knees and thighs, while her actual hands ran up and down Koki’s sides with gleeful malevolence. It tickled insanely, but it was the captain’s armpit tickles that were most horrible.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” giggled Dusty, using her horribly stiff feathers on the full extent of Koki’s pits, “Tickling you like this is getting ME all hot and bothered! I wonder what it’s doing to you?”

“HUOOOHH NOOOHOOOO!” Koki wailed, as Shooter started tickling her more constantly, “HOOOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO NOOOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“You hear that team?” asked Booki, “You KNOW what Koki’s like! She’s going to be cumming her brains out in minutes. We need to step this up against Slither. We want OUR team to be the ones tickling THEIR team. NOT the other way round!”

“PLEEEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE NOOOOO!” screamed Slither, aware enough to know what Booki meant about stepping things up, “I CAAAHAHAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAN’T TAAAAHAAKEEHEE SUUUCH INTENSEE TEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEECKLEEEHEES!”

“Oh but you can!” Booki purred, and immediately began to lick up and down the snakey’s soles.

“OOOOOHOOOOOOooooooohhhhHHHAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!” moaned Slither, as everyone added a little tender teasing tickle to the torturous ones they’d been inflicting, “OOOHOOOHOOOOOOOHOOooooohooOOOOOOHOOOHO THAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAT’S REEHEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEALLY SEEEXXXEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEE!”

On top of Booki’s foot worship, combined with the occasional finger tickle, Polly had retracted her most vicious feathers and was softly drawing her fingers over Slither’s horribly sensitive pits. Silki and Raven were beginning to tickle snakey’s wonderfully tender breasts, while Honey’s horrible navel torture had metamorphosed into a viciously soft, ticklish ponytail dancing over each of Slither’s naked nipples.

“MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmHAAAHHMMmmmmmmmaaaaaaaAAHHH…!” moaned the snake.

“Damn it team!” growled Dusty, “They think they’ve got Slither all the way to the edge of orgasm already. Well let’s show them how team Dusty takes a girl to heaven and back!”

“OOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOHOOHOOOO NUOOOHOHOHOHOOOOO!” screamed Koki, still being torturously tickled and increasingly unaware of anything save the horrible sensations assailing her pliant, beautiful body. But, at Dusty’s signal, everything changed. Audrey and Fluffy, rather than licking her soles, began sucking her toes, as their feathery fingers started gently massaging up and down the bound woman’s calves. And Shooter stopped goosing Koki’s knees, and began continuing the massaging sensation up and down both thighs with her magical hands, while her real world hands began working Koki’s breasts with devilish skill.

“Do you feel that lover?” wondered Dusty, keeping Koki giggling with a gentle thumb in each armpit, but extending her wicked feather to kiss the tips of the redhead’s quivering nipples beneath her stifling bra, “It’s coming for you. We’re coming for you. And soon, you’re going to be cumming for us!”

“OOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOYEEEEEEEAAAAAASSS THAAAHAAAAATTT FEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEELLLLSS SOOHOOHOOHOOOOOOOOOHOOOO GOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOODDD!” And it did, as Shooter removed her bra and panties. Koki’s nipples leapt out into the warm air and immediately sprang to attention in response to Dusty’s feather, while her moist slit started warming up exponentially, the first mate arching her back and spreading her hips as Shooter began to tease a tense feather over the gushing space between the redhead’s thighs.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAEEEEEEEEETTTS SOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!” Koki half screamed half moaned, her body starting to quiver as it raced towards climax.

“It’s time, snakey,” purred Booki, “Time for you most tender tickles!” Like Dusty she also had a plan. She gently lifted Slither’s legs up until she was hanging from the ceiling, by the bindings on her feet. It wasn’t uncomfortable as her back was resting on the fur, but it did leave her most tender spot available to Booki’s loving touch.

Slither could only moan womanfully as Booki began tickling her fingernails all over snakey’s behind, exploring every crack, every crevice, every toned muscle just like Slither adored. Polly, continuing her light armpit tickles, leant in and began to nip and kiss and lick Slither’s delightfully sensitive neck. While Silki and Raven abandoned all pretence and lovingly began to nuzzle on snakey’s tense nipples. But it was Honey who applied the coup de grace. Levering up Slither’s sodden panties she exposed snakey’s hot, sexy slit and began flick her wonderfully soft hair up and down it.

“OOOHHhhoooOOOOHHHOOOOHOOOoooohhhhAAAAHAHAHAAAAA…!” moaned Slither, completely forgetting the penalty she’d suffer if she came before Koki. The bet had been two teams, one on each girl. The team who made their victim climax first won and got to tickle the other team, but that victim would be tickled by the other victim. When it was proposed, and she’d been sitting on four tens, it had seemed wonderful. When she’d lost it had been terrifying. Now it felt wonderful again… mostly because she was overlooking the consequences of climaxing first!

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!” Koki continued to scream in pleasure at the naked tickling her most sensitive areas were enjoying, “PLEEEASE KEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP GOOOOOOOINNNGG YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRSSSSSSSS!” She’d given up all thoughts on winning anything. At that moment all she wanted was satisfaction.

“That’s it baby,” encouraged Polly to Slither, as all the girls increased their tickles and their caresses, “Let it ALL out.”

“OOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSS…!” Slither’s moan was intensifying and she could feel her body crying out for the final moment. Her body stiffened, tight as a board, as she felt her neck, her breasts, her pussy and her ass get the soft, seductive tickles she knew she loved.

“Come on Koki,” purred Dusty, leaning over to suck on her lover’s nipple as her team intensified their tickles a final time, “Cum for me!”

“THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTT’S EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEETT!” squealed Koki, her whole body shuddering on the edge of climax, “AAAAAAAAI’MM GONNNNNAAAAA CUUUUUUMMMMM SOOOOOOHOOOOO HAAAAAAAARDD!” And she did, right alongside Slither.

“I’M…! I’M…! I’M… CUMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNGGGG! OHHOHOHOHOOOOOOOHOOHOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO YEEEHEEEEEEEEEHEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!” bellowed snakey, matched by Koki screaming:

“AAAHHHAAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS EEEEEEEEETTT FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLSSS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD!” The rest of the crew prepared to keep tickling and tickling the hapless duo, ready to take them even further into ticklish nirvana when, without warning, the whole ship shuddered. There was a sound of a distant explosion and the vessel lurched to the side. It was enough to throw people off their footing, but not fall to the ground.

“What the…?” grunted the captain.

“WOOOOOWWW…!” gasped Slither, still giggling through the aftershocks of her tremendous climax, “Did, heeehee, the whole world just, heehee, move for you tooooo Kookeeeheee…!?”

“Yeeeaaarrrrssss,” Koki agreed, equally overwhelmed by her climax, but could sense the concern on her crewmates’ face, “But I’m not sohoooo sure that was ussss…!”

“Booki, Polly,” snapped the captain, all thoughts of the bet forgotten, “Get armed and get down to the lower decks. Find Thompson, Georgina and Jessie then investigate that explosion. Audrey and Silki, get on the astromech computer and find out where we are. Raven, you and Fluffy check the lab. Honey, let these two out of these binds. Shooter, you’re with me. Got it?”

“Yes captain!” responded the girls, each heading off to their assigned task immediately, with the exception of Honey, who’d have quite a job releasing the two girls still in captivity. The bonds were expertly generated to be as soft but restricting as possible.

“What about us, captain?” asked Shooter, “What are we doing?”

“We’re going to the bridge,” Dusty replied, “And find out what the hell just happened.”

End of part 1

I definitely want a part 2. Aside from just the general fun of reading, we still don't know exactly what the subversion of the android is supposed to accomplish, how they discover it, how long the ticklish situation goes on before they can do anything about it, how the chix and their new friends help out....

Please continue.