lesbiantickler
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Ticklish Bookworms
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Marie-Claude was a nice petite girl who just loved to go libraries. Nothing
special in that. But, Marie-Claude also loved to
show off her sheer black stockinged feet everywhere she went. She always had.
Just to kick off her shoes and wiggle her toes
slowly as her soles cooled off. Marie-Claude's soles were small and fleshy with
perfect rounded toes.
When she sat down in the library this day, the first thing Marie-Claude did was
to bend her toes up in her shoes to force her
heels out of her shoes. As she gently withdrew her feet from her shoes, she
could feel the delicious cooling sensation that she
adored. She placed her toe-reinforced black stockinged feet on a chair in front
of the cubicle she was sitting at. She couldn't
see them anymore. She just knew they were there.
It had happened many times that Marie-Claude disposition for removing her shoes
had placed her in a ticklish situation. Her
sisters, and cousins, and friends had often placed their fingernails on her
exposed stockinged soles to make her laugh. It was so
easy. Marie-Claude was always shoes off. Even though she hated being tickled,
hated how a simple fingernail could produce
those weird sensations on her feet, how it could force her to laugh out loud and
giggle like a child, and how she reflexively had
to wiggle her toes as the tickling went on, sensitising her delicious soles, she
just couldn't refrain from shoeoffing.
Today, again, Marie-Claude arrived at the library, sat down, and quickly slipped
her feet out of her shoes to place them in an
extremely delicate position in a chair that she had moved just in front of her
cubicle. She started to work when she noticed that
beautiful Oriental girl popping out of nowhere, and sitting down in the cubicle
just in front of hers. Marie-Claude didn't give her
much thought. She just noticed that she was an Oriental girl with long shiny
black hair and a beautiful face. What Marie-Claude
didn't notice was the interested look that beautiful girl gave to her exposed
stockinged soles lying around on that chair.
A few minutes after that, Marie-Claude felt a little something appear on the
middle of her left sole. A slight itch. It lasted only a
moment, but seemed to fleet over her nyloned sole. She wiggled her toes once,
pushing her nylons somewhat away from her
naked feet. The itch seemed to subside. Marie-Claude knew, like many girls, that
nylons often produced itches. That's how
she dismissed this itch.
A few seconds later, another itch, stronger this time, manifested itself just
over the balls of her right foot, just under her big toe.
Marie-Claude's foot jerked a little as the itch made its way all over the skin.
Marie-Claude used its other foot to scratch the
itching. Again, it subsided, and Marie-Claude outstretched her legs on the
chair, her toes pointing...
Nobody was happier from this than the beautiful Oriental who was now sitting
right next to Marie-Claude soles. She held in
her hand a beautiful small white fluffy feather that she was delicately applying
on Marie-Claude unsuspecting soles, from the tip
of her toes to the heels. This in itself didn't tickle Marie-Claude, but it did
seemed to please her torturer who was smiling
broadly, as she drew the feather over the smooth arches, applying it gently on
the surface.
From her point of view, Marie-Claude soles were small, probably a size 5, she
thought, her toes were short and roundish and
were going down in a perfect semi-circle. Her nylons were quite sheer, except
for the reinforced toe part, and seemed very
smooth to the touch. The soles it was covering were somewhat fleshy, and, as she
now knew, quite ticklish.
What pushed that girl to sit down next to Marie-Claude exposed soles, and play
with them? She always had a fascination for
nyloned feet, first hers, when she was young, and then other girls', when she
grew up. And she just couldn't refrain herself from
tickling them. She had always been a tickle nut, taking advantage of stockinged
soles to have fun, and make other girls laugh
and squeal. For the last few months, she had been attacking and playing with the
powerless soles of daring girls who dared
take off her shoes in the university library. She had attacked naked soles with
her nice fluffy little feathers, to great effect must
we say, but she much preferred to attack feet clad in those delicious pantyhose
that just made girls more ticklish. At least, it
made her more ticklish.
Now, she was looking at those Marie-Claude foot bottoms, slightly wrinkled under
the nylon. The thin layer of material itself
was deliciously wrinkled just over the arches, and also over the toes.
Marie-Claude seemed to be the kind of shoeoffer who
just couldn't refrain from wiggling their toes as they put their feet in full
view, as if to invite attention.
The Oriental tickling expert kept on sweeping the sensitive soles with the
feather, probably producing little else than a windy
sensation on their bottoms. She knew that it wouldn't tickle Marie-Claude
perfect little feet, but it gave her much pleasure to be
able to touch with impunity that body part.
Then she stopped. Turning the feather around, she gently deposited its quill on
Marie-Claude left sole. Scratching slowly, she
elicited tickling sensations onto the skin which made Marie-Claude foot jerk.
How delicious it was to see that cute ticklish sole
jerk.
Marie-Claude foot jerked. Again, that nylon-induced itching sensation. She hated
it. She used her other foot to scratch it
away. It subsided. For a while, it kept lingering between the skin and her
nylons. But it finally vanished.
The Oriental featherer had never seen anything cuter than Marie-Claude sole
jerk. And how cute it was when she scratched
the itch away with her other foot.
She suddenly forgot the rules that she had set for herself when tickling girls
like this. She cruelly dug the quill into the flesh of
the unknowing right sole of Marie-Claude. She squealed and her foot jerked
violently.
"Eeeeeeeeh, what the hell...", she said
The Oriental girl was more surprised than Marie-Claude. She had to think fast.
She had to cover herself so she could leave
without being seen by her victim. There was only one way to do that. She had to
distract her. So, before Marie-Claude could
get up to see her tickler, she grabbed her feet, still lying on the chair, and,
holding them firmly under her arms, applied her long
fingernails on their soles, to distract Marie-Claude and weaken her.
Marie-Claude registered the tickling sensations as soon as her unidentified
tickler started waving her fingernails over her ticklish
stockinged soles. She had gone straight for that delicious and cool little spot
just under the toes, where a submissive laughter
can be so easily extracted. She immediately felt the muscles in her face form
the beginning of a smile. Then, a guffaw. Finally,
she started to hiccup and giggle and squeal and laugh like the little ticklish
girl she was, and there's nothing she could do about
it. The floor of the library she had chosen was now pretty deserted at this late
hour, and there was no guarantee she would be
heard. Anyway her laughter was so subdued, so soft and sweet, one may not think
that it was the laughter of a girl in the
tickling clutch of a cruel female.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, hee, hee, heee, stop, that, it tickles, hee, hee, hee,
quit it, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee",
begged Marie-Claude.
The Oriental torturer was now looking up close at Marie-Claude cute feet, and
was enjoying the view. The poor girl was
twisting her legs, trying to withdraw her feet from the maddening sensations
that were taking over the bottoms of her feet. The
Oriental girl could feel, as she started tickling the nyloned arches,
Marie-Claude's delicious soles twitch as each fingernails
penetrated the thin nylon cover to enter in contact with the sensitive skin.
Digging her nails deeper into the flesh drew louder
laughter from Marie-Claude. She lightened the sensation to a mere nail caress,
and Marie-Claude sweet laughter, turned into a
sweet giggle.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, kootchy-kootchy-koo, kili, kili"
"Heeee, hee, hee, hee, no kootchies, no kootchies, no more, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, plhee-hee-hee, hee, hee, hee",
kept on laughing Marie-Claude.
The Oriental tickled Marie-Claude for about five minutes and ended up her flurry
by cruelly scratching the powerless soles for
a few seconds. Marie-Claude screamed at the renewed attack, and then felt her
tickler let go of her ankles and leave hurriedly.
Hesitating a few seconds, as the tickling sensations subsided, Marie-Claude
decided to run after her attacker. She quickly put
her shoes back on, and went after her.
After a few seconds the Oriental girl noticed that Marie-Claude was going after
her. At first, she started to panic, but then she
thought she might profit from this situation. She decided to head for the
basement. She opened the main door leading there,
and disappeared from Marie-Claude view.
Marie-Claude was so angry that she wasn't thinking at all. She just wanted to
catch up with that girl, and tell her what she
thought or something. She saw her take the door leading to the basement. She
opened the door a few seconds after her, and
threw herself downstairs. She saw her attacker go down two flight of stairs and
exit through one door. Marie-Claude pursued
her.
There she was.
Standing two feet in front of her.
Waiting.
Her hands quietly and quickly penetrating her unprepared armpits.
Marie-Claude closed her arms on the loving hands, and giggled instantly. She had
been had. She knew it now. The basement
was probably so deserted right now that the cute Oriental stranger could tickle
her forever. What an awful possibility. As
tickling sensations quickly took hold of her, as she could feel the small
fingernails move ever so slightly into the very narrow
space left in her upper armpits, Marie-Claude surrendered unwillingly to the
torture, feeling her knees buckling. Soon, she
would be lying on the ground, a giggling cutie.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, girl, kootchy-kootchy-koo. So you wanted to catch me,
mmmm? Well, it seems that I am the one
who caught you. You've got such a delicious laughter when you get tickled. Come
on, now, giggle some more for me",
taunted the Oriental tickler. She had to admit that this girl had the cutest
laughter she had ever heard. And her underarms were
so smooth with that thin silk blouse she was wearing. What a pleasure it was to
tickle her.
"Are your ribs ticklish, ticklish girl? Come on answer me through your sweet
giggles."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, haa, hee, hee, haa, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", answered a
tickled and powerless Marie-Claude, who, even though she wasn't tied up, was
unable to resist the tickles distributed so
lovingly by her cruel tickler.
"So you don't want to answer me, mmmm. Well, then I'm gonna have to find out for
myself. Yeah, that's it, I'm going to tickle
your belly, just so", she said, placing herself right behind the giggling body
of Marie-Claude, and expertly sliding her nails along
her twitching belly. What a pleasure it was to see Marie-Claude, untied, turn
into a sweet giggling girl at the touch of a nail. As
the gorgeous Oriental started to play along side her rib cage, Marie-Claude had
to twist, propelled by the delicious tickling
sensations that were running up and down her torso.
"Hee, hee, hee, heeeeee, hee, hee, hee, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, nooooooooo, hee, hee,
hee, hee,, stoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-p, pleee-eee-eee-eee-eee-se, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, hee,
hee."
"That's it, laugh now girl. Laugh to your heart's content. Your skin is so soft.
Mmmmm, what do we have here. A pair of tiny
weenie little boobs, clad in a nice silk bra. Oh, would they be ticklish?
Tickle, tickle there. Oh yes, they are."
Not my breasts thought Marie-Claude. Oh, I can't believe that they're ticklish.
She twisted reflexively, but her attacker knew
where to put her nails to great effect.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, hee, hee",
laughed Marie-Claude who was totally under the spell of the tickles.
"Now, let's see how ticklish these nyloned feet of yours really are", threatened
the Oriental beauty, who easily tripped the
giggling Marie-Claude onto the ground. She immediately picked up both her feet
and held them firmly under her arm. With her
free hand, she so easily slipped off Marie-Claude protective shoes, exposing her
delicate soles. She then applied gleefully her
long nails into the soft surface, making sure they penetrated well into the
ticklish skin.
Marie-Claude felt the itches, and the twitches.
Weakened, she had no chance to resist to the instantaneous sensations that
appeared on her soles through the mere contact of
those sharp Oriental nails.
She laughed dutifully.
"Heeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, noo-oo-oo-oo-oo, ho, ho, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, stoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ppppwaaaaaaaah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, heeeeeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, haaa, ha, ha", laughed Marie-Claude.
She could barely think. Actually, with each
tickle, tickles that she could feel so distinctively as nails penetrated her
smooth black hose, her mind was invaded by the
horrible tickling sensations she couldn't control. All she thought of were the
sensations. They were located anywhere on her
soles, anywhere the dancing fingers of that damned Oriental felt like going, and
from that point on, they reverberated
themselves along her cute legs, teasing the nerve endings. After a few minutes,
all she could feel over her entire soles, were
tickling sensations. It didn't matter where the nails scratched. They were just
making sure that Marie-Claude would keep on
feeling the tickling sensations and laughing like a teenager.
How smooth her soles are, thought the tickling girl. At the first touch, she had
felt the skin twitch ever so slightly, and her victim
had exploded into a regular and beautiful laughter. Using the smoothness of her
nylons, she slid her fingernails swiftly over the
ticklish surface, as laughter rang out in the basement room. She tickled her
heels which jerked slightly at the devilish touch, then
moved up to attack what she thought was the most sensitive area of
Marie-Claude's feet, her cute arches. The balls of her feet
provided much pleasure, for they were fleshy and strangely soft. But her madly
wiggling toes proved to be the most incredible
tickling experience she's ever had. They were small, and easy to tickle in
between.
These toes, after a few minutes, stopped wiggling from tiredness, and allowed
the long-nailed Oriental to insert her tickling
weapons in those spots where the skin was thin and ultra-sensitive. Marie-Claude
was laughing.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", laughed the ticklish
Marie-Claude. She couldn't beg anymore. All she could
feel was the tickling, everywhere on her feet, that were now, dangling
helplessly at the end of her ankles, as she was being
sensitised by the accurate finger touches of that damn Oriental girl.
"Tickle, tickle, even more, cute girl. Come on now, I'm sure that you can laugh
more than that", said the tickler as she started
to scratch harder at the nylon surface, producing stronger tickling sensations
on the delicate skin.
"Heeeee, heeeeee, heee, hee, hee, heeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee,
hee, hee, ha, ha, hee, ha, ha", howled a bouncing-on-her-buns Marie-Claude who
was completely enthralled by the torture
inflicted upon her.
Mmmm, maybe it's time for some suggestive tickling, cruelly thought the Oriental
girl. She started to taunt Marie-Claude in a
way that made her think that she was still being tickled when she actually
wasn't. Would it work?
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, girl, kootchy-kootchy-koo. I'm scratching your beautiful
soles even harder, and I will never stop,
never. Tickle, tickle, tickle on your soles. Come on girl, I know you love being
tickled."
Hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, heee, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", reacted
beautifully Marie-Claude.
Seeing this, the Oriental started to lick softly the black nyloned soles with
the tip of her tongue, applying it softly against the
material, tasting it. She kept applying her tongue, and, between applications,
kept on "tickling" Marie-Claude.
Finally, probably tired herself of that little game, she dropped Marie-Claude
ankles onto the floor, and left precipitously,
leaving a giggling Marie-Claude in her stockinged feet.
It took a while for Marie-Claude to regain enough composure to start getting
angry at that girl. She tried to get up, but was a
bit dizzy, so she sat back down. Grabbing her shoes, she put them back on, so as
to put her ticklish soles into some sort of
protection. When she finally regained enough strength, she slowly went back to
the library to pick up her stuff.
When she got there, she was even angrier at the girl who had taken advantage of
her ticklish disposition, and had teased and
tortured her. She really wished she could get her hands on her. But she was
probably long gone. Unless
No, there's no way she would have gone after another victim on the same night.
She couldn't be that stupid. Unless she thought
that she could get away with it twice in the same evening. No, there's no way.
That's what I would have done. Yes, but she
wasn't me.
Marie-Claude picked up her stuff, and started to roam the library, just in case
There she was!
Sitting her back turned to her, and apparently feathering a pair of white
nylon-clad soles very conveniently exposed. A pair of
green shoes were lying on the ground. Marie-Claude had to admit that it was
somehow erotic to watch that feather go up and
down the stockinged soles, as it probably had done on her own ticklish feet.
Marie-Claude walked up silently to her attacker, and gently placed her hands
around her ribs, squeezing them once gently. She
jumped a bit, and turned around. Her face turned white when she saw who it was.
"Oooh, huuuh", she babbled.
"Hello there, what's your name?" asked a teasing Marie-Claude.
"Huuuh, Helena", she answered fearfully.
"Well, Helena, why don't we go back to that nice little place we just were.
Maybe we could have some more fun", said
Marie-Claude, as she very gently scratched Helena's rib cage, checking for
ticklishness.
Helena twisted her body, trying to avoid the agile fingers. She smiled, and
giggled a bit.
"Don't do that, it tickles", begged Helena.
"You didn't seem to mind when it was you tickling me. Come on, let's go!", order
Marie-Claude.
"I won't go. You can't make me.", answered Helena defiantly.
"You forget that you probably have your fingerprints all over my blouse and my
hose. I'm sure you would enjoy being kicked
out of school."
"Oh no, you can't do that, pleaded Helena. I'll go with you, but don't tell
anyone."
"If you behave like a good girl, I won't."
Helena obediently picked up her stuff, and walked in front of Marie-Claude, who
still gently kneaded her rib cage. Helena
twisted as she walked, giggling softly.
When they ended up in the same room where Helena has pleasurably tickled
Marie-Claude, Helena felt sharp nails into her
underarms.
"Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,", exploded Helena, who valiantly
tried to twist away from the scratching
Marie-Claude fingernails, but to no avail. Marie-Claude gently dragged her to a
apparatus of some kind. When Helena
realised what it was, she again tried to get away, but Marie-Claude simply dug
her hands harder and deeper into her
underarms, producing more tickling sensations. She was already getting dizzy
from laughing.
Marie-Claude had noticed the stocks she dragging Helena to when she had first
toyed with the soles of her feet. It's incredible
what the theatre people bought sometimes. Helena was probably too caught up with
the tickling to see it, but Marie-Claude
had, and she remember thinking at the time how powerless her tiny feet would be
in those stocks, fingernails sliding against her
nyloned soles. There were room for two pairs of ticklish feet, and two pair of
restrictable hands and Helena's own hopefully
ticklish feet, and hands quickly found their way into the gaping holes.
Marie-Claude went around the stocks, and placed herself in front of Helena's
feet. She still had her beautiful shoes on, and
Marie-Claude slowly slipped them off her feet. She was caught unprepared by the
beautiful sight of Helena's stockinged feet.
She was wearing a pair of dark grey pantyhose with reinforced toes. Her soles
were slightly longer than her own, and more
slender. Her second toe was longer than her other toes, which Marie-Claude found
cute and tempting, and her arches flesh
seemed tightand ready to be teased.
Marie-Claude started by concentrating a single fingernail on each of her second
toes, giving them a gentle scratch. They
twitched and wiggled. A very soft, and erotic squeal went out of Helena's throat
as she registered that new sensation.
Marie-Claude did it again. She found the touch and feel of Helena's nylons to be
pleasant. She varied her attack, concentrating
instead on the pad of her big toes. Helena started to wiggle her toes, and
constant giggles came out of her throat.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, cute little toes, come on, now, wiggle a bit those cute
tootsies, Helena. Now you know how I felt
when you played into mine. Laugh, Helena, now, and don't you dare stop", taunted
Marie-Claude, as she then descended, and
attacked the deliciously jerking arches of Helena. She inserted her nails
quickly into the firm skin, feeling it tremble at every
touch. Helena's sharp laughter reverberated into the room as hers had before.
But Marie-Claude had to admit that it was
extremely pleasurable to tickle those totally powerless soles, especially with
the smoothness of the pantyhose to help. It was
pleasurable to see those feet twitch away, trying to avoid her accurate finger
touches, to no avail.
"Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", laughed Helena totally enthralled
by the torture.
"You seem to enjoy it from that end as well, mmmmm. You had some fun, taking off
my shoes, and inserting your nails in
between each of my toes, sensitising me to the point where I felt tickling
sensations all over my feet. Didn't matter where you
tickled, I just felt those incredible laughter-producing sensations all over my
arches, my heels, my toes, even on the top of my
feet. I was crying. Now, I'm going to make you cry.
"Nooooooaaaaaaaaaah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", kept on
laughing Helena, who was now trying as hard as she could to free herself from
the stocks. After a few tries, she gave up and
slumped into position, unable even to move her feet around. They were now
perfect tickling targets for Marie-Claude.
Never had Helena felt so weak. Marie-Claude tickling fingers had so quickly
weakened her. She was totally taken by the
tickling, and Marie-Claude was enjoying herself. She was kootchy-kootchy-kooing
her like crazy with that huge grin that
ticklers have on their face when they are torturing a hapless victim. She
already was at the point where she could feel tickling
all over her ticklish soles. It made her think when her baby-sitter, a 15
year-old Chinese girl, played on her soles as if they
were a piano. Oh, did it tickle back then, and does it tickle right now.
"Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha",
continued to laugh ticklish Helena.
Marie-Claude had to admit that she just loved tickling that girl. The
combination of her laughter, with the smoothness of her
hose and feet, and her powerlessness made for a very exciting situation.
Marie-Claude attacked again the deliciously wiggling
toes, inserting her small fingers in between each and every one of them,
scratching their delicate base and sides. As each touch
stimulated Helena sensitive skin, she kept producing that beautiful laughter,
and had the cutest tickling-induced smile on her
face. Slow tears were forming in her eyes, as her futile attempts to free
herself grew feeble every instant. Soon her feet were
lying there, perfect tickling target for Marie-Claude accurate finger touches.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, Helena girl. Laugh some more for me, girl. You have only
yourself to blame, ticklish girl. If you hadn't
started feathering my toes, you wouldn't be here, laughing your heart out as I
stimulate your delicious soles. There is just one
thing though. Your toes aren't wiggling anymore. Feel how easy it is for me to
insert my nails in between each of them. I know
this is my weakest spot. Anybody tickling me there for a while would turn me
into an obedient slave. You just didn't tickle long
enough. But, enough said, I want to hear you laugh some more, so
kootchy-kootchy, between your toes, tickle, tickle those
smooth arches, and what about the balls of your feet, so fleshy, yet so firm,
kootchy, girl, kootchy", taunted Marie-Claude
who was having a ball. The sight of Helena, made a slave to the tickles turned
her on immensely. She felt dizzy from the
excitement.
"Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, plha-aha-ha-aha- se st ha-ha-ah-haa-p, laughed, and babbled
Helena. Ha-ha-ha-ha- can't
taha-ha-ha-ha-k-it, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
"Oh is the poor thing that had so much pleasure sensitising my stockinged feet
getting tired? Oh may be I should stop tickling
those beautiful dark grey stockinged soles and toes. Not a chance. There's
nothing that will make me stop until you're my
slave."
At that very moment, those incredible tickling sensations Marie-Claude couldn't
resist appeared under her armpits. She
screamed that scream surprised ticklish girls make when tickling is beginning to
take hold onto them. Marie-Claude couldn't
help, after a few seconds of trying to resist the tickling, exploding into her
usual ticklish laughter.
"Hee, hee, hee, nooooo, hee, no tickles, hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, haa, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", laughed the
ticklish petite girl. Marie-Claude tried to resist, tried to get away, but her
attacker dug her nails into the sensitive flesh, pushing
more laughter out of Marie-Claude throat. A quick trip and Marie-Claude was on
the ground again, jerking and jumping up
and down on her small buns as the fingernails tickled relentlessly. She was so
easily carried over to the stocks. She tried to
resist going in, but that girl was much stronger than her, and she ruthlessly
applied gentle tickling fingernails to her ticklish
breasts to distract her. And it worked. An instant later, Marie-Claude's ankles
were in the stocks. Soon her wrists followed.
Marie-Claude didn't recognised that new girl who tickled her underarms. She had
never seen her before. She was wearing an
elegant suitwith white pantyhose and green shoes.
This had to be the girl Helena was feathering before Marie-Claude captured
Helena. She must have heard them talking, and
followed them. She probably watched Marie-Claude torture Helena powerless
stockinged feet all the time.
"Mmmmm, what do we have here. Two very ticklish girls fighting it out over their
very ticklish soles. I must admit that I have
enjoyed the spectacle, but I was just too excited not to join in. Let's see now,
she said teasing the two girls stockinged soles
swiftly with her nails, producing delicious giggles in their throat, who's the
most ticklish here. I guess I'll have to find that out.
Marie-Claude and Helena looked at each other and, as they burst out laughing as
the first tickles were deposited on their
sensitive soles, they knew they were in for some more delicious torture.
The End
f/f
Marie-Claude was a nice petite girl who just loved to go libraries. Nothing
special in that. But, Marie-Claude also loved to
show off her sheer black stockinged feet everywhere she went. She always had.
Just to kick off her shoes and wiggle her toes
slowly as her soles cooled off. Marie-Claude's soles were small and fleshy with
perfect rounded toes.
When she sat down in the library this day, the first thing Marie-Claude did was
to bend her toes up in her shoes to force her
heels out of her shoes. As she gently withdrew her feet from her shoes, she
could feel the delicious cooling sensation that she
adored. She placed her toe-reinforced black stockinged feet on a chair in front
of the cubicle she was sitting at. She couldn't
see them anymore. She just knew they were there.
It had happened many times that Marie-Claude disposition for removing her shoes
had placed her in a ticklish situation. Her
sisters, and cousins, and friends had often placed their fingernails on her
exposed stockinged soles to make her laugh. It was so
easy. Marie-Claude was always shoes off. Even though she hated being tickled,
hated how a simple fingernail could produce
those weird sensations on her feet, how it could force her to laugh out loud and
giggle like a child, and how she reflexively had
to wiggle her toes as the tickling went on, sensitising her delicious soles, she
just couldn't refrain from shoeoffing.
Today, again, Marie-Claude arrived at the library, sat down, and quickly slipped
her feet out of her shoes to place them in an
extremely delicate position in a chair that she had moved just in front of her
cubicle. She started to work when she noticed that
beautiful Oriental girl popping out of nowhere, and sitting down in the cubicle
just in front of hers. Marie-Claude didn't give her
much thought. She just noticed that she was an Oriental girl with long shiny
black hair and a beautiful face. What Marie-Claude
didn't notice was the interested look that beautiful girl gave to her exposed
stockinged soles lying around on that chair.
A few minutes after that, Marie-Claude felt a little something appear on the
middle of her left sole. A slight itch. It lasted only a
moment, but seemed to fleet over her nyloned sole. She wiggled her toes once,
pushing her nylons somewhat away from her
naked feet. The itch seemed to subside. Marie-Claude knew, like many girls, that
nylons often produced itches. That's how
she dismissed this itch.
A few seconds later, another itch, stronger this time, manifested itself just
over the balls of her right foot, just under her big toe.
Marie-Claude's foot jerked a little as the itch made its way all over the skin.
Marie-Claude used its other foot to scratch the
itching. Again, it subsided, and Marie-Claude outstretched her legs on the
chair, her toes pointing...
Nobody was happier from this than the beautiful Oriental who was now sitting
right next to Marie-Claude soles. She held in
her hand a beautiful small white fluffy feather that she was delicately applying
on Marie-Claude unsuspecting soles, from the tip
of her toes to the heels. This in itself didn't tickle Marie-Claude, but it did
seemed to please her torturer who was smiling
broadly, as she drew the feather over the smooth arches, applying it gently on
the surface.
From her point of view, Marie-Claude soles were small, probably a size 5, she
thought, her toes were short and roundish and
were going down in a perfect semi-circle. Her nylons were quite sheer, except
for the reinforced toe part, and seemed very
smooth to the touch. The soles it was covering were somewhat fleshy, and, as she
now knew, quite ticklish.
What pushed that girl to sit down next to Marie-Claude exposed soles, and play
with them? She always had a fascination for
nyloned feet, first hers, when she was young, and then other girls', when she
grew up. And she just couldn't refrain herself from
tickling them. She had always been a tickle nut, taking advantage of stockinged
soles to have fun, and make other girls laugh
and squeal. For the last few months, she had been attacking and playing with the
powerless soles of daring girls who dared
take off her shoes in the university library. She had attacked naked soles with
her nice fluffy little feathers, to great effect must
we say, but she much preferred to attack feet clad in those delicious pantyhose
that just made girls more ticklish. At least, it
made her more ticklish.
Now, she was looking at those Marie-Claude foot bottoms, slightly wrinkled under
the nylon. The thin layer of material itself
was deliciously wrinkled just over the arches, and also over the toes.
Marie-Claude seemed to be the kind of shoeoffer who
just couldn't refrain from wiggling their toes as they put their feet in full
view, as if to invite attention.
The Oriental tickling expert kept on sweeping the sensitive soles with the
feather, probably producing little else than a windy
sensation on their bottoms. She knew that it wouldn't tickle Marie-Claude
perfect little feet, but it gave her much pleasure to be
able to touch with impunity that body part.
Then she stopped. Turning the feather around, she gently deposited its quill on
Marie-Claude left sole. Scratching slowly, she
elicited tickling sensations onto the skin which made Marie-Claude foot jerk.
How delicious it was to see that cute ticklish sole
jerk.
Marie-Claude foot jerked. Again, that nylon-induced itching sensation. She hated
it. She used her other foot to scratch it
away. It subsided. For a while, it kept lingering between the skin and her
nylons. But it finally vanished.
The Oriental featherer had never seen anything cuter than Marie-Claude sole
jerk. And how cute it was when she scratched
the itch away with her other foot.
She suddenly forgot the rules that she had set for herself when tickling girls
like this. She cruelly dug the quill into the flesh of
the unknowing right sole of Marie-Claude. She squealed and her foot jerked
violently.
"Eeeeeeeeh, what the hell...", she said
The Oriental girl was more surprised than Marie-Claude. She had to think fast.
She had to cover herself so she could leave
without being seen by her victim. There was only one way to do that. She had to
distract her. So, before Marie-Claude could
get up to see her tickler, she grabbed her feet, still lying on the chair, and,
holding them firmly under her arms, applied her long
fingernails on their soles, to distract Marie-Claude and weaken her.
Marie-Claude registered the tickling sensations as soon as her unidentified
tickler started waving her fingernails over her ticklish
stockinged soles. She had gone straight for that delicious and cool little spot
just under the toes, where a submissive laughter
can be so easily extracted. She immediately felt the muscles in her face form
the beginning of a smile. Then, a guffaw. Finally,
she started to hiccup and giggle and squeal and laugh like the little ticklish
girl she was, and there's nothing she could do about
it. The floor of the library she had chosen was now pretty deserted at this late
hour, and there was no guarantee she would be
heard. Anyway her laughter was so subdued, so soft and sweet, one may not think
that it was the laughter of a girl in the
tickling clutch of a cruel female.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, hee, hee, heee, stop, that, it tickles, hee, hee, hee,
quit it, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee",
begged Marie-Claude.
The Oriental torturer was now looking up close at Marie-Claude cute feet, and
was enjoying the view. The poor girl was
twisting her legs, trying to withdraw her feet from the maddening sensations
that were taking over the bottoms of her feet. The
Oriental girl could feel, as she started tickling the nyloned arches,
Marie-Claude's delicious soles twitch as each fingernails
penetrated the thin nylon cover to enter in contact with the sensitive skin.
Digging her nails deeper into the flesh drew louder
laughter from Marie-Claude. She lightened the sensation to a mere nail caress,
and Marie-Claude sweet laughter, turned into a
sweet giggle.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, kootchy-kootchy-koo, kili, kili"
"Heeee, hee, hee, hee, no kootchies, no kootchies, no more, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, plhee-hee-hee, hee, hee, hee",
kept on laughing Marie-Claude.
The Oriental tickled Marie-Claude for about five minutes and ended up her flurry
by cruelly scratching the powerless soles for
a few seconds. Marie-Claude screamed at the renewed attack, and then felt her
tickler let go of her ankles and leave hurriedly.
Hesitating a few seconds, as the tickling sensations subsided, Marie-Claude
decided to run after her attacker. She quickly put
her shoes back on, and went after her.
After a few seconds the Oriental girl noticed that Marie-Claude was going after
her. At first, she started to panic, but then she
thought she might profit from this situation. She decided to head for the
basement. She opened the main door leading there,
and disappeared from Marie-Claude view.
Marie-Claude was so angry that she wasn't thinking at all. She just wanted to
catch up with that girl, and tell her what she
thought or something. She saw her take the door leading to the basement. She
opened the door a few seconds after her, and
threw herself downstairs. She saw her attacker go down two flight of stairs and
exit through one door. Marie-Claude pursued
her.
There she was.
Standing two feet in front of her.
Waiting.
Her hands quietly and quickly penetrating her unprepared armpits.
Marie-Claude closed her arms on the loving hands, and giggled instantly. She had
been had. She knew it now. The basement
was probably so deserted right now that the cute Oriental stranger could tickle
her forever. What an awful possibility. As
tickling sensations quickly took hold of her, as she could feel the small
fingernails move ever so slightly into the very narrow
space left in her upper armpits, Marie-Claude surrendered unwillingly to the
torture, feeling her knees buckling. Soon, she
would be lying on the ground, a giggling cutie.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, girl, kootchy-kootchy-koo. So you wanted to catch me,
mmmm? Well, it seems that I am the one
who caught you. You've got such a delicious laughter when you get tickled. Come
on, now, giggle some more for me",
taunted the Oriental tickler. She had to admit that this girl had the cutest
laughter she had ever heard. And her underarms were
so smooth with that thin silk blouse she was wearing. What a pleasure it was to
tickle her.
"Are your ribs ticklish, ticklish girl? Come on answer me through your sweet
giggles."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, haa, hee, hee, haa, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", answered a
tickled and powerless Marie-Claude, who, even though she wasn't tied up, was
unable to resist the tickles distributed so
lovingly by her cruel tickler.
"So you don't want to answer me, mmmm. Well, then I'm gonna have to find out for
myself. Yeah, that's it, I'm going to tickle
your belly, just so", she said, placing herself right behind the giggling body
of Marie-Claude, and expertly sliding her nails along
her twitching belly. What a pleasure it was to see Marie-Claude, untied, turn
into a sweet giggling girl at the touch of a nail. As
the gorgeous Oriental started to play along side her rib cage, Marie-Claude had
to twist, propelled by the delicious tickling
sensations that were running up and down her torso.
"Hee, hee, hee, heeeeee, hee, hee, hee, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, nooooooooo, hee, hee,
hee, hee,, stoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-p, pleee-eee-eee-eee-eee-se, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, hee,
hee."
"That's it, laugh now girl. Laugh to your heart's content. Your skin is so soft.
Mmmmm, what do we have here. A pair of tiny
weenie little boobs, clad in a nice silk bra. Oh, would they be ticklish?
Tickle, tickle there. Oh yes, they are."
Not my breasts thought Marie-Claude. Oh, I can't believe that they're ticklish.
She twisted reflexively, but her attacker knew
where to put her nails to great effect.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, hee, hee",
laughed Marie-Claude who was totally under the spell of the tickles.
"Now, let's see how ticklish these nyloned feet of yours really are", threatened
the Oriental beauty, who easily tripped the
giggling Marie-Claude onto the ground. She immediately picked up both her feet
and held them firmly under her arm. With her
free hand, she so easily slipped off Marie-Claude protective shoes, exposing her
delicate soles. She then applied gleefully her
long nails into the soft surface, making sure they penetrated well into the
ticklish skin.
Marie-Claude felt the itches, and the twitches.
Weakened, she had no chance to resist to the instantaneous sensations that
appeared on her soles through the mere contact of
those sharp Oriental nails.
She laughed dutifully.
"Heeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, noo-oo-oo-oo-oo, ho, ho, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, stoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ppppwaaaaaaaah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, heeeeeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, haaa, ha, ha", laughed Marie-Claude.
She could barely think. Actually, with each
tickle, tickles that she could feel so distinctively as nails penetrated her
smooth black hose, her mind was invaded by the
horrible tickling sensations she couldn't control. All she thought of were the
sensations. They were located anywhere on her
soles, anywhere the dancing fingers of that damned Oriental felt like going, and
from that point on, they reverberated
themselves along her cute legs, teasing the nerve endings. After a few minutes,
all she could feel over her entire soles, were
tickling sensations. It didn't matter where the nails scratched. They were just
making sure that Marie-Claude would keep on
feeling the tickling sensations and laughing like a teenager.
How smooth her soles are, thought the tickling girl. At the first touch, she had
felt the skin twitch ever so slightly, and her victim
had exploded into a regular and beautiful laughter. Using the smoothness of her
nylons, she slid her fingernails swiftly over the
ticklish surface, as laughter rang out in the basement room. She tickled her
heels which jerked slightly at the devilish touch, then
moved up to attack what she thought was the most sensitive area of
Marie-Claude's feet, her cute arches. The balls of her feet
provided much pleasure, for they were fleshy and strangely soft. But her madly
wiggling toes proved to be the most incredible
tickling experience she's ever had. They were small, and easy to tickle in
between.
These toes, after a few minutes, stopped wiggling from tiredness, and allowed
the long-nailed Oriental to insert her tickling
weapons in those spots where the skin was thin and ultra-sensitive. Marie-Claude
was laughing.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", laughed the ticklish
Marie-Claude. She couldn't beg anymore. All she could
feel was the tickling, everywhere on her feet, that were now, dangling
helplessly at the end of her ankles, as she was being
sensitised by the accurate finger touches of that damn Oriental girl.
"Tickle, tickle, even more, cute girl. Come on now, I'm sure that you can laugh
more than that", said the tickler as she started
to scratch harder at the nylon surface, producing stronger tickling sensations
on the delicate skin.
"Heeeee, heeeeee, heee, hee, hee, heeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee,
hee, hee, ha, ha, hee, ha, ha", howled a bouncing-on-her-buns Marie-Claude who
was completely enthralled by the torture
inflicted upon her.
Mmmm, maybe it's time for some suggestive tickling, cruelly thought the Oriental
girl. She started to taunt Marie-Claude in a
way that made her think that she was still being tickled when she actually
wasn't. Would it work?
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, girl, kootchy-kootchy-koo. I'm scratching your beautiful
soles even harder, and I will never stop,
never. Tickle, tickle, tickle on your soles. Come on girl, I know you love being
tickled."
Hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, heee, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", reacted
beautifully Marie-Claude.
Seeing this, the Oriental started to lick softly the black nyloned soles with
the tip of her tongue, applying it softly against the
material, tasting it. She kept applying her tongue, and, between applications,
kept on "tickling" Marie-Claude.
Finally, probably tired herself of that little game, she dropped Marie-Claude
ankles onto the floor, and left precipitously,
leaving a giggling Marie-Claude in her stockinged feet.
It took a while for Marie-Claude to regain enough composure to start getting
angry at that girl. She tried to get up, but was a
bit dizzy, so she sat back down. Grabbing her shoes, she put them back on, so as
to put her ticklish soles into some sort of
protection. When she finally regained enough strength, she slowly went back to
the library to pick up her stuff.
When she got there, she was even angrier at the girl who had taken advantage of
her ticklish disposition, and had teased and
tortured her. She really wished she could get her hands on her. But she was
probably long gone. Unless
No, there's no way she would have gone after another victim on the same night.
She couldn't be that stupid. Unless she thought
that she could get away with it twice in the same evening. No, there's no way.
That's what I would have done. Yes, but she
wasn't me.
Marie-Claude picked up her stuff, and started to roam the library, just in case
There she was!
Sitting her back turned to her, and apparently feathering a pair of white
nylon-clad soles very conveniently exposed. A pair of
green shoes were lying on the ground. Marie-Claude had to admit that it was
somehow erotic to watch that feather go up and
down the stockinged soles, as it probably had done on her own ticklish feet.
Marie-Claude walked up silently to her attacker, and gently placed her hands
around her ribs, squeezing them once gently. She
jumped a bit, and turned around. Her face turned white when she saw who it was.
"Oooh, huuuh", she babbled.
"Hello there, what's your name?" asked a teasing Marie-Claude.
"Huuuh, Helena", she answered fearfully.
"Well, Helena, why don't we go back to that nice little place we just were.
Maybe we could have some more fun", said
Marie-Claude, as she very gently scratched Helena's rib cage, checking for
ticklishness.
Helena twisted her body, trying to avoid the agile fingers. She smiled, and
giggled a bit.
"Don't do that, it tickles", begged Helena.
"You didn't seem to mind when it was you tickling me. Come on, let's go!", order
Marie-Claude.
"I won't go. You can't make me.", answered Helena defiantly.
"You forget that you probably have your fingerprints all over my blouse and my
hose. I'm sure you would enjoy being kicked
out of school."
"Oh no, you can't do that, pleaded Helena. I'll go with you, but don't tell
anyone."
"If you behave like a good girl, I won't."
Helena obediently picked up her stuff, and walked in front of Marie-Claude, who
still gently kneaded her rib cage. Helena
twisted as she walked, giggling softly.
When they ended up in the same room where Helena has pleasurably tickled
Marie-Claude, Helena felt sharp nails into her
underarms.
"Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,", exploded Helena, who valiantly
tried to twist away from the scratching
Marie-Claude fingernails, but to no avail. Marie-Claude gently dragged her to a
apparatus of some kind. When Helena
realised what it was, she again tried to get away, but Marie-Claude simply dug
her hands harder and deeper into her
underarms, producing more tickling sensations. She was already getting dizzy
from laughing.
Marie-Claude had noticed the stocks she dragging Helena to when she had first
toyed with the soles of her feet. It's incredible
what the theatre people bought sometimes. Helena was probably too caught up with
the tickling to see it, but Marie-Claude
had, and she remember thinking at the time how powerless her tiny feet would be
in those stocks, fingernails sliding against her
nyloned soles. There were room for two pairs of ticklish feet, and two pair of
restrictable hands and Helena's own hopefully
ticklish feet, and hands quickly found their way into the gaping holes.
Marie-Claude went around the stocks, and placed herself in front of Helena's
feet. She still had her beautiful shoes on, and
Marie-Claude slowly slipped them off her feet. She was caught unprepared by the
beautiful sight of Helena's stockinged feet.
She was wearing a pair of dark grey pantyhose with reinforced toes. Her soles
were slightly longer than her own, and more
slender. Her second toe was longer than her other toes, which Marie-Claude found
cute and tempting, and her arches flesh
seemed tightand ready to be teased.
Marie-Claude started by concentrating a single fingernail on each of her second
toes, giving them a gentle scratch. They
twitched and wiggled. A very soft, and erotic squeal went out of Helena's throat
as she registered that new sensation.
Marie-Claude did it again. She found the touch and feel of Helena's nylons to be
pleasant. She varied her attack, concentrating
instead on the pad of her big toes. Helena started to wiggle her toes, and
constant giggles came out of her throat.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, cute little toes, come on, now, wiggle a bit those cute
tootsies, Helena. Now you know how I felt
when you played into mine. Laugh, Helena, now, and don't you dare stop", taunted
Marie-Claude, as she then descended, and
attacked the deliciously jerking arches of Helena. She inserted her nails
quickly into the firm skin, feeling it tremble at every
touch. Helena's sharp laughter reverberated into the room as hers had before.
But Marie-Claude had to admit that it was
extremely pleasurable to tickle those totally powerless soles, especially with
the smoothness of the pantyhose to help. It was
pleasurable to see those feet twitch away, trying to avoid her accurate finger
touches, to no avail.
"Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", laughed Helena totally enthralled
by the torture.
"You seem to enjoy it from that end as well, mmmmm. You had some fun, taking off
my shoes, and inserting your nails in
between each of my toes, sensitising me to the point where I felt tickling
sensations all over my feet. Didn't matter where you
tickled, I just felt those incredible laughter-producing sensations all over my
arches, my heels, my toes, even on the top of my
feet. I was crying. Now, I'm going to make you cry.
"Nooooooaaaaaaaaaah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", kept on
laughing Helena, who was now trying as hard as she could to free herself from
the stocks. After a few tries, she gave up and
slumped into position, unable even to move her feet around. They were now
perfect tickling targets for Marie-Claude.
Never had Helena felt so weak. Marie-Claude tickling fingers had so quickly
weakened her. She was totally taken by the
tickling, and Marie-Claude was enjoying herself. She was kootchy-kootchy-kooing
her like crazy with that huge grin that
ticklers have on their face when they are torturing a hapless victim. She
already was at the point where she could feel tickling
all over her ticklish soles. It made her think when her baby-sitter, a 15
year-old Chinese girl, played on her soles as if they
were a piano. Oh, did it tickle back then, and does it tickle right now.
"Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha",
continued to laugh ticklish Helena.
Marie-Claude had to admit that she just loved tickling that girl. The
combination of her laughter, with the smoothness of her
hose and feet, and her powerlessness made for a very exciting situation.
Marie-Claude attacked again the deliciously wiggling
toes, inserting her small fingers in between each and every one of them,
scratching their delicate base and sides. As each touch
stimulated Helena sensitive skin, she kept producing that beautiful laughter,
and had the cutest tickling-induced smile on her
face. Slow tears were forming in her eyes, as her futile attempts to free
herself grew feeble every instant. Soon her feet were
lying there, perfect tickling target for Marie-Claude accurate finger touches.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, Helena girl. Laugh some more for me, girl. You have only
yourself to blame, ticklish girl. If you hadn't
started feathering my toes, you wouldn't be here, laughing your heart out as I
stimulate your delicious soles. There is just one
thing though. Your toes aren't wiggling anymore. Feel how easy it is for me to
insert my nails in between each of them. I know
this is my weakest spot. Anybody tickling me there for a while would turn me
into an obedient slave. You just didn't tickle long
enough. But, enough said, I want to hear you laugh some more, so
kootchy-kootchy, between your toes, tickle, tickle those
smooth arches, and what about the balls of your feet, so fleshy, yet so firm,
kootchy, girl, kootchy", taunted Marie-Claude
who was having a ball. The sight of Helena, made a slave to the tickles turned
her on immensely. She felt dizzy from the
excitement.
"Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, plha-aha-ha-aha- se st ha-ha-ah-haa-p, laughed, and babbled
Helena. Ha-ha-ha-ha- can't
taha-ha-ha-ha-k-it, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
"Oh is the poor thing that had so much pleasure sensitising my stockinged feet
getting tired? Oh may be I should stop tickling
those beautiful dark grey stockinged soles and toes. Not a chance. There's
nothing that will make me stop until you're my
slave."
At that very moment, those incredible tickling sensations Marie-Claude couldn't
resist appeared under her armpits. She
screamed that scream surprised ticklish girls make when tickling is beginning to
take hold onto them. Marie-Claude couldn't
help, after a few seconds of trying to resist the tickling, exploding into her
usual ticklish laughter.
"Hee, hee, hee, nooooo, hee, no tickles, hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, haa, hee,
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", laughed the
ticklish petite girl. Marie-Claude tried to resist, tried to get away, but her
attacker dug her nails into the sensitive flesh, pushing
more laughter out of Marie-Claude throat. A quick trip and Marie-Claude was on
the ground again, jerking and jumping up
and down on her small buns as the fingernails tickled relentlessly. She was so
easily carried over to the stocks. She tried to
resist going in, but that girl was much stronger than her, and she ruthlessly
applied gentle tickling fingernails to her ticklish
breasts to distract her. And it worked. An instant later, Marie-Claude's ankles
were in the stocks. Soon her wrists followed.
Marie-Claude didn't recognised that new girl who tickled her underarms. She had
never seen her before. She was wearing an
elegant suitwith white pantyhose and green shoes.
This had to be the girl Helena was feathering before Marie-Claude captured
Helena. She must have heard them talking, and
followed them. She probably watched Marie-Claude torture Helena powerless
stockinged feet all the time.
"Mmmmm, what do we have here. Two very ticklish girls fighting it out over their
very ticklish soles. I must admit that I have
enjoyed the spectacle, but I was just too excited not to join in. Let's see now,
she said teasing the two girls stockinged soles
swiftly with her nails, producing delicious giggles in their throat, who's the
most ticklish here. I guess I'll have to find that out.
Marie-Claude and Helena looked at each other and, as they burst out laughing as
the first tickles were deposited on their
sensitive soles, they knew they were in for some more delicious torture.
The End
