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Emily and Coretta entered Madison's "play" room, and Coretta shut the door firmly behind them. Madison made no attempt to pretend unconsciousness this time. She sat in the bondage chair, naked and obviously furious.
"You bitches better get me out of this right now, or you're going to pay, "she snarled.
Coretta and Emily looked at each other. Coretta burst out laughing while Emily smiled, rolling her eyes.
"She's like one of those idiots in action movies that threatens the bad buy while he's holding the gun," Emily said to her friend.
Coretta nodded, grinning. "Yeah, or the one who discovers that someone is a bad guy and tells him all about how they're going to go to the police while this obvious murderer is standing there with his axe."
Emily nodded back, then turned back to the restrained blond. "Madison, I'm not sure you're aware of this, but it's not us strapped into that chair right now. It's you," she said like she was speaking to a child.
Madison glared daggers at them but said nothing. Her moment of bravado had been a knee-jerk reaction stemming from her fear. When the girls had left her strapped into her own bondage chair before they had left her with the clothes she had been wearing, and they had gone away. This time they had stripped her and returned. Subconsciously she knew what was likely to happen, but her conscious mind shied away from the reality of her situation. She was channeling her extreme anxiety into anger, but she knew the two girls, standing there like black and white avenging goddesses, were right. She was totally at their mercy, and, in the back of her mind, she was terribly afraid they wouldn't have any.
Meanwhile, Emily and Coretta were exhilarated. Coretta was feeling vindictively triumphant. Madison had used her to get Emily to her house, then stripped and tickle tortured the ebon-skinned girl's love interest and best friend. Coretta was ready to make her pay in kind. Emily, on the other hand, while she did feel some of that same vengefulness, was even more excited by the opportunity before her.
Madison, while not what one might call truly beautiful, perhaps, was a big, attractive, athletic blond. She sat, nude, strapped to the chair, with her large, though still youthfully firm, breasts hanging out and her muscled body helpless. While Emily's desire for being tickled had been fantastically fulfilled in the last hours her desire to tickle another person was largely unrealized. Now, here sat the perfect chance. While back at the house she had been reluctant to consider torturing Madison for the names of the people in her blackmail pictures she was more than eager to do it, now. Even if Madison was willing to give them the names right away Emily intended to find some excuse to run tickling fingers all over the naked body before them.
The redhead's sexual desire, while briefly sated with the climax Coretta had caressed from her in the hall, had not fully ebbed. It was, in fact, beginning to grow again with the thoughts of what she might do to Madison.
Emily pulled Coretta close, and, turning away from Madison, she whispered, "Hey, Cor, you think you'll have any trouble finding those pics on her computer?"
Coretta shook her head. "They weren't really hidden, right?"
"Nope, they're right there in the default pictures folder. You mind going and printing a few of the ones you don't recognize while I acquaint her," she nodded her head toward Madison, "with the consequences of not telling us who they are?"
Coretta smirked at Emily. "You little minx! You're dying to tickle her, aren't you? What happened to keeping that option on the back burner? Hell, you're probably dripping wet again, aren't you?"
Emily gazed at he lover with doe eyes. "I've wanted to be able to tickle someone for so long, and look at her," Emily glanced over her shoulder, "she's all naked and helpless. And she tortured me, well, sort of. We can do whatever we want to her. I just want to make her laugh." Emily bounced a bit like a little girl begging her mom for a piece of candy.
Coretta nearly laughed. "Sweetie, as far as I'm concerned you've earned the right to tickle torture her 'til Christmas. I'll go get some pictures together while you make her more . . . pliable. Have fun!"
Madison strained to hear what the two were whispering but couldn't make anything out. Then, Coretta turned and left the room while Emily turned toward the chair with a happy smile plastered on her face. Madison blanched. This was the girl she had tormented with unmerciful tickles. That beatific smile could not be good.
"So, here's the deal, Madison," Emily said, coming to stand in front of the terrified blond, "we know you've got a bunch of blackmail pics of people like the ones you tried to take of us. Coretta and I think that's very naughty, and we intend to erase them. However, we'd like to be able to tell the people in the pictures that they don't have to worry anymore. The problem is I've already seen some of them, and I know that we're not going to know everyone in the photos.
"Here's where you come in. You're going to tell us who the people are so we can go find them. Now," Emily knelt down and placed a hand on each of Madison's knees, "if you want to continue to be naughty and not tell us we'll have to try to persuade you, like this."
With that Emily began squeezing Madison's knees. Madison's eyes flew wide open. Her torso jerked forward as far as it could, so that her breasts brushed her thighs. She gritted her teeth as her face turned red with the effort of holding back her laughter.
No, fuck, this can't be happening! Shit, I can't believe I'm this ticklish! Madison's thoughts were frantic as the terrible electric thrill in her knees threatened to overwhelm her. Madison had always been big and strong for her age. People were intimidated by her, and it was the rare person in her life that dared to so much as give her a friendly goose, much less administer a prolonged tickle attack. Therefore, at twenty years old the blond had no idea how very ticklish she was, until Emily's squeezing fingers provided the dreadful revelation.
Emily's face glowed with joy as she watched Madison twist and jerk in the chair, emitting little grunts as she strained to keep from laughing. The blond's ponytail swished back and forth as she whipped her head side to side, and her breasts bounced along with her bucking body. Then, Emily moved her hands a few inches higher on Madison's thighs.
"Fu, hu, huuuck, Ha, Haa . . . AHHH, HA, HA, HAAA!" Madison's whoops erupted from her mouth. The slight change in position to a knew tickling spot had caught her off guard and she couldn't hold back anymore. She cackled as Emily began moving her kneading fingers up and down her thighs from her knees to just inches from her hips. The blond's fingers spread and clenched as she strained against her shackles, and her legs shook violently.
Emily was euphoric. She continued squeezing and groping Madison's thighs with gleeful abandon as the ex-basketball player wailed out her laughter and thrashed about in the chair. Emily thrilled with the hysterical reactions she was tickling from Madison. The redhead felt a warm delight suffuse her vulva as her victim's struggles fueled her lust. The cackles she forced from the big blond, the sweat beginning to drip from her pores, the bouncing of her well-endowed chest, and the spasmodic jerking of her legs all created an incredibly erotic scene straight from Emily's dreams. The difference was she wasn't just watching it in her head, or on a computer screen. She was dancing her own fingers over her captive's flesh.
Meanwhile, Madison was raving. Emily's nonstop torment of her thighs was the pleasure of sensual fondling cranked to an excruciating extreme that was far too intense to endure. She couldn't take another second of the titillating touch, but had no way to make it stop.
Finally, Emily relented for a moment. Madison's chest heaved as she panted for air. Both girls heard the clearing of a throat.
"Well, nice to see you two getting along so well," said Coretta.
Emily turned to see her best friend holding a few sheets of paper and smiling bemusedly. The pale-skinned girl stood and walked over to her peering quizzically at the papers. Coretta pulled the top one out and handed it over. Looking at it Emily saw the picture of woman in her mid-30's with long dark hair. She appeared to be in some sort of single occupancy public bathroom. Her hands were strapped into a set of leather shackles which had been hung across some exposed pipes in the ceiling. She wore a dressy, cream-colored blouse, but the rest of her outfit was missing. Her bottom half was completely bare revealing an artfully trimmed pubic mound and pale thighs.
"Who is this?" Emily held the picture in front of Madison's face.
Madison looked at the picture but said nothing. She couldn't imagine enduring more of Emily's torturous tickling, but the picture was of a woman named Nancy Henderson who supplied the blond with free drinks at a local club. Not only would she lose her drinking privileges, but, if Nancy were off the hook, she might pass Madison's name and picture around the local hot spots as she had threatened the first time she caught the blond trying to buy booze. Madison wasn't ready to give up any chance at going out to party until her next birthday.
Emily beamed. "Oh, yay! I was so hoping you were going to give me a reason to keep tickling you. Hey, Cor, want to help me pull this out?"
Emily grabbed the back of the chair and the vertical armrest brace on one side. Coretta set the papers down and hurried over to grab the other side. Together the girls slide the bondage chair away from the corner of the room.
"Well, look at this," exclaimed Emily. Coretta peered around the back of the chair to see what her friend had discovered. It was another set of leather manacles attached to the upper portion of the chair's back support.
"Shall we?"
"Well, we wouldn't want all this engineering ingenuity to go to waste," answered Coretta with a nod.
Emily and Coretta unbuckled Madison's right hand. The big blond immediately began to fight like a demon, but the girls had been prepared for that. Between the two of them they managed to wrestle Madison's arm over the chair's back and into the right hand manacle. They quickly repeated the process with Madison's left arm.
"What about those," asked Emily, pointing to the ankle restraints along the sides of the chair.
Coretta smiled. "May as well get her money's worth."
The girls released one of Madison's ankles. This time their athletic captive proved too strong for them, and they couldn't force her leg back and to the side. Then Emily started tickling Madison's belly.
She wiggled her fingers into the blond's tone abs. With her arms pulled up and behind her Madison could no longer lean forward, so she had no way to defend herself from Emily's attack. She started shrieking with laughter. Intent on the torturous stimulation of her middle Madison couldn't focus on where her leg was going. Though she kicked wildly Coretta was able to force her leg around the front corner of the chair and slip her ankle into the manacle, cinching it down.
Emily nodded to her dark accomplice and kept tickling. Coretta freed Madison's other leg and fought it over and back to the opposite cuff. When she had that ankle firmly strapped down Emily stopped tickling and stepped back with Coretta to admire their handiwork.
Madison sat with her arms pulled up beside her head and bent over behind the chair. Her legs were spread so that her thighs rested behind the front corners of the chairs seat, and her ankles were pulled back along the side of the chair with the soled of her feet pointing toward the wall behind her. She looked, and felt, very vulnerable.
"See how difficult you made that," said Emily, who was really beginning to get into the role of snarky interrogator, "I think now we're going to have to punish you for that and for not telling us who is in that picture."
With that Emily stepped forward and pounced on Madison's armpits with wriggling fingers. The big girl screamed, then started bellowing with laughter. Coretta watched her lover for a moment with a wry smile then walked around behind the chair. Reaching forward she began to tickle Madison's ribs from behind. Their victim's shrieks went up an octave as she flailed about in her bondage.
Madison could waggle her elbows up and down but she couldn't bring her arms forward to protect either her sensitive hollows or her bare sides. Her breasts bounced madly as she jerked form side to side screaming out her torment. Coretta's doubling of the tickling fingers on her body along with Emily's focused tickling of her tender armpits was driving Madison crazy. It was an agony of teasing touches on her naked skin.
When the big blond's laughter became silent cackles her tormentors slowed their tickling just enough to allow her to regain her breath. Her laughter became a loud wailing, again. They continued that routine for ten minutes of so, then stopped.
Madison hung in her restraints gulping air. Her body was drenched in sweat. Her sides and armpits tingled.
Emily picked up the picture of the dark-haired woman with the nude bottom half.
"And this would be?"
"Nancy . . . Henderson. She works . . . in a . . . club . . .downtown," Madison gasped out the answer.
Emily turned and headed for the door. She left the room for a few minutes, then returned.
"I Googled her. It checks out." The redhead bent down in front of Madison placing her hands on her knees. "Now, see, that wasn't so hard. In fact I think you deserve a reward."
With that Emily picked up Madison's vibrator, switched it on, and slid it along the chair's seat straight to the blond's exposed sex.
The bliss following Madison's previous orgasm had been erased by Coretta's sleeper hold. Meanwhile, the torturous tickling did not have the same effect on the former athlete that it did on Emily and Danny. The horribly titillating touches were pure torture to her. Her nakedness and her vulnerability slightly sparked her libido, but the tickling was the pure torment of pleasurable touches amped up to such an excess that it was absolute misery. While her suffering involved no pain it also didn't connect with her sexual desire.
But the contrast between the excruciating stimulation of the tickling and the joyous sensation of the vibrator made the toy between her legs feel ten times more delightful than normal. The moment it made contact Madison was unable to keep herself from crying out with the pleasure of it. Emily kept the toy buzzing against her clitoris, gently rubbing it up and down, until the blond was rocking her hips on the chair and moaning loudly.
Then, she shut it off and pulled it away. Madison groaned. Emily grabbed the next picture and showed it to her.
"Who's this?"
The picture was of a man named Louis Anders. He was a thickly built, middle-aged man with dark hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. He was tied completely naked to an office chair with what appeared to be his own boxer briefs shoved into his mouth and tied there with some strip of cloth. He was the manager of a local farm supply store and had caught Madison shoplifting. He had said he had proof from security cameras.
Madison whimpered. If she lost her leverage over Louis she might actually have to deal with the law. She pressed her lips together.
"Oh goody," said Emily, clapping her hands, "I get to try a new area. My breasts are really ticklish, Madison. Are yours?"
Madison clenched her eyes shut and whimpered again, so she didn't see Emily nod to Coretta, who was now sitting on the floor behind the chair. Coretta quickly started tickling the bare soles of Madison's feet.
The big girl was totally unprepared. She had been steeling herself for the tormenting touches on her breasts. The unexpected attack on her feet was agony. She jerked and thrashed, but Coretta followed her movements with enough agility that Madison got no relief. She howled her laughter.
Then, Emily's fluttering fingers started dancing across her breasts. She quickly discovered that the answer to the redhead's previous question was yes, they were very ticklish. Her shrieks drowned out the giggles of her tormentors as they reveled in torturing her.
Emily tickled all around Madison's large chest circling her nipples. She watched as the excruciating stimulation caused the blond's small buds to stiffen into hard little pebbles. The redhead's own nipples were rock hard as well and her labial folds were slick with fluid. Her clitoris was swollen and throbbing. She smiled broadly at Coretta as she continued tormenting Madison's breasts.
Coretta was dealing with her own arousal. Unlike Emily she had not had a recent orgasm. The stimulation of witnessing Danny's torture along with the erotic joy she was having tormenting Madison in tandem with her lover was sending Coretta's libido into overdrive. Everything was sharply aroused and tender. Her return smile was more than a little salacious as she teased Madison's twitching feet.
Finally, as if in mutual agreement, the girls both stopped. Madison's howls diminished to sobs. It took her a few moments to recognize the sound of flapping paper in front of her face. She looked up to see the picture of Louis Anders again before her.
"He owns that farm store down by the highway. His names Louis Anders," she mumbled miserably.
Emily left the room once again. Madison was so lost in her gloom that she didn't hear the redhead return. With her head hanging and her eyes closed the sudden touch of the buzzing vibrator to her clitoris was a completely unexpected shock of pleasure. She squealed and made an involuntary attempt to close her thighs. Of course, her legs didn't move.
Once again the contrast between the tickle torture and the toying of her sex made the pleasure skyrocket. She was quickly moaning and rocking in place like before. She expected the toy to be removed at any moment as her cries became louder , but Emily continued to hold the vibrator firmly against her little bundle of nerves until she felt her climax flooding upward.
Then, suddenly, the toy was gone again. Madison whined her dismay.
"Who's this one?" Emily was holding another picture, a woman this time.
"Sarah Dernhill. Works at the bowling alley three blocks from here."
Emily exited and returned again. This time Madison was ready and waiting for the plastic toy as it made its humming contact with her nether regions. Her arousal had ebbed only slightly while she waited for Emily to return. She started moaning and rocking almost immediately. Her excited cries quickly rose in volume and pitch.
Then it hit. Her orgasm rolled over her as she voiced her pleasure, grinding her pelvis into the chair and her clitoris into the toy. She quivered through the multiple waves of delight until she finally hung limp in her bonds. Emily removed the vibrator and shut it off.
Then there was another picture flapping in front of Madison's face. Trembling with aftershocks of pleasure she looked up.
"Cindy Smith. She lives over at 2371 Monroe."
Emily stood. Catching Coretta's eye she nodded toward the door. Coretta stood up on wobbly legs, then followed the redhead out into the hall.
"Fuck, Cor, I'm so horny. That was hot."
"Yeah, you're not the only one, Love. Between her and Danny I'm on fire, here."
It suddenly dawned on Emily that she was the only one who had climaxed when they'd been in the hall watching Danny's torment.
With a smoldering look of love/lust Emily pushed Coretta back against the hallway wall. Kneeling down she slid her dress up Coretta's hips and slid her panties down to her ankles. Then she leaned forward and buried her tongue in Coretta's wet folds.
Coretta let out a loud moan as Emily's tongue found her clitoris and worked its magic on it. The ebon-skinned girl pinched each of her stiff nipples between a thumb and finger as Emily licked her tender flesh. In less than a minute she felt her orgasm explode and flood over her while her redheaded lover continued to stroke her with her tongue. Finally, with a quivering sigh Coretta pulled her pelvis away from Emily's mouth. Looking down at her lover's beautiful face she caressed her pale cheek.
Emily smiled at Coretta returning her look of love. She stood as Coretta pulled her panties up and shifted the yellow dress back down over her hips.
"Shall I return the favor, Love," Coretta asked with a raised brow.
"Oh, yes, please," answered Emily biting her lip.
Emily's climax was nearly as quick to arrive as Coretta's had been. Once she had readjusted her clothes the girls confirmed Cindy Smith's information. Then they returned to the room where Madison sat, naked, weary, and broken.
They had no trouble with Madison identifying the rest of the pictures, especially when Emily began toying her slippery folds with the vibrator again. The girls' lovemaking interlude in the hall had given the big blond time to come down from the first orgasm, and she was ready and willing to be pleasured to another one.
A combination of Madison's half-sated state and Emily's careful manipulations meant that they got their captive to identify all the remaining pictures while having driven her to the edge of climax once again without going over it. After confirming the last photo Emily returned to the room. She pulled Coretta aside for another whispered conversation while Madison writhed in the chair in a lustful daze.
When they broke apart Coretta moved behind the chair and sat down on the floor again. Emily knelt in front of the chair and started the vibrator up once more. She gently rubbed the buzzing toy against Madison's swollen clitoris. The big blond moaned with unabashed abandon as she thrust her pelvis against the source of her pleasure.
Like a slow, steady march Madison's orgasm approached. Her writhing and moaning became a mindless response to her ecstasy. Inexorably her pleasure escalated until her euphoric release washed over her in a torrential flood. Madison shrieked out her delight as peak after peak of blissful sensation slammed into her. As the pleasure began to ebb Emily continued to stroke her turgid bud with the humming rod in her hand and another, smaller, explosion burst through her.
Methodically, Emily coaxed three more climaxes from Madison's body. Finally, the big blond slumped in the chair, finished.
But Emily wasn't finished. She continued to gently grind the vibrator against Madison's, now oversensitive, clitoris. Madison whimpered and rocked her hips, this time in an attempt to pull back from the humming toy. Emily followed her movements. Galvanized out of her stupor Madison yelped and tried shifting another way. Emily kept the toy firmly pressed against her.
Now Madison was beginning to panic. Like the tickling this sensation was far too much of a good thing. Her clitoris was incredibly tender and the buzzing vibrator had become a tortuously acute caress that she couldn't stand. As Emily continued to keep the thrumming toy touching her Madison began to squeal and thrash.
Then, Coretta's fingers found her soles, once again.
Madison's scream was primal. She started flailing so hard she was shifting the chair back and forth. She began shrieking and sobbing, begging them to stop when she could form words. Emily and Coretta didn't let up. Emily focused on keeping the buzzing tip touching Madison's clitoris while Coretta's fingers danced up and down the bottoms of her feet in a tickling frenzy.
Madison's final torture lasted about three minutes before she passed out.
The girls quickly stood up. They released Madison's hands from the rear shackles and put them back in the manacles on the armrests. They left one loose so Madison would be able to free herself. They quickly gathered up the printed pictures and went to the living room. While Emily made sure the pictures were deleted from Madison's computer Coretta gently woke the sleeping Danny and got his keys from him.
With a quick check to make sure they'd gotten everything they coaxed Danny off the couch and left the house. Outside the two lovers helped Danny to his Jeep and slipped him into the passenger's seat. Then, with a parting kiss Emily slipped behind the wheel while Coretta headed quickly back to her car. They pulled away and drove off into the night heading for Emily's house.
Emily and Coretta entered Madison's "play" room, and Coretta shut the door firmly behind them. Madison made no attempt to pretend unconsciousness this time. She sat in the bondage chair, naked and obviously furious.
"You bitches better get me out of this right now, or you're going to pay, "she snarled.
Coretta and Emily looked at each other. Coretta burst out laughing while Emily smiled, rolling her eyes.
"She's like one of those idiots in action movies that threatens the bad buy while he's holding the gun," Emily said to her friend.
Coretta nodded, grinning. "Yeah, or the one who discovers that someone is a bad guy and tells him all about how they're going to go to the police while this obvious murderer is standing there with his axe."
Emily nodded back, then turned back to the restrained blond. "Madison, I'm not sure you're aware of this, but it's not us strapped into that chair right now. It's you," she said like she was speaking to a child.
Madison glared daggers at them but said nothing. Her moment of bravado had been a knee-jerk reaction stemming from her fear. When the girls had left her strapped into her own bondage chair before they had left her with the clothes she had been wearing, and they had gone away. This time they had stripped her and returned. Subconsciously she knew what was likely to happen, but her conscious mind shied away from the reality of her situation. She was channeling her extreme anxiety into anger, but she knew the two girls, standing there like black and white avenging goddesses, were right. She was totally at their mercy, and, in the back of her mind, she was terribly afraid they wouldn't have any.
Meanwhile, Emily and Coretta were exhilarated. Coretta was feeling vindictively triumphant. Madison had used her to get Emily to her house, then stripped and tickle tortured the ebon-skinned girl's love interest and best friend. Coretta was ready to make her pay in kind. Emily, on the other hand, while she did feel some of that same vengefulness, was even more excited by the opportunity before her.
Madison, while not what one might call truly beautiful, perhaps, was a big, attractive, athletic blond. She sat, nude, strapped to the chair, with her large, though still youthfully firm, breasts hanging out and her muscled body helpless. While Emily's desire for being tickled had been fantastically fulfilled in the last hours her desire to tickle another person was largely unrealized. Now, here sat the perfect chance. While back at the house she had been reluctant to consider torturing Madison for the names of the people in her blackmail pictures she was more than eager to do it, now. Even if Madison was willing to give them the names right away Emily intended to find some excuse to run tickling fingers all over the naked body before them.
The redhead's sexual desire, while briefly sated with the climax Coretta had caressed from her in the hall, had not fully ebbed. It was, in fact, beginning to grow again with the thoughts of what she might do to Madison.
Emily pulled Coretta close, and, turning away from Madison, she whispered, "Hey, Cor, you think you'll have any trouble finding those pics on her computer?"
Coretta shook her head. "They weren't really hidden, right?"
"Nope, they're right there in the default pictures folder. You mind going and printing a few of the ones you don't recognize while I acquaint her," she nodded her head toward Madison, "with the consequences of not telling us who they are?"
Coretta smirked at Emily. "You little minx! You're dying to tickle her, aren't you? What happened to keeping that option on the back burner? Hell, you're probably dripping wet again, aren't you?"
Emily gazed at he lover with doe eyes. "I've wanted to be able to tickle someone for so long, and look at her," Emily glanced over her shoulder, "she's all naked and helpless. And she tortured me, well, sort of. We can do whatever we want to her. I just want to make her laugh." Emily bounced a bit like a little girl begging her mom for a piece of candy.
Coretta nearly laughed. "Sweetie, as far as I'm concerned you've earned the right to tickle torture her 'til Christmas. I'll go get some pictures together while you make her more . . . pliable. Have fun!"
Madison strained to hear what the two were whispering but couldn't make anything out. Then, Coretta turned and left the room while Emily turned toward the chair with a happy smile plastered on her face. Madison blanched. This was the girl she had tormented with unmerciful tickles. That beatific smile could not be good.
"So, here's the deal, Madison," Emily said, coming to stand in front of the terrified blond, "we know you've got a bunch of blackmail pics of people like the ones you tried to take of us. Coretta and I think that's very naughty, and we intend to erase them. However, we'd like to be able to tell the people in the pictures that they don't have to worry anymore. The problem is I've already seen some of them, and I know that we're not going to know everyone in the photos.
"Here's where you come in. You're going to tell us who the people are so we can go find them. Now," Emily knelt down and placed a hand on each of Madison's knees, "if you want to continue to be naughty and not tell us we'll have to try to persuade you, like this."
With that Emily began squeezing Madison's knees. Madison's eyes flew wide open. Her torso jerked forward as far as it could, so that her breasts brushed her thighs. She gritted her teeth as her face turned red with the effort of holding back her laughter.
No, fuck, this can't be happening! Shit, I can't believe I'm this ticklish! Madison's thoughts were frantic as the terrible electric thrill in her knees threatened to overwhelm her. Madison had always been big and strong for her age. People were intimidated by her, and it was the rare person in her life that dared to so much as give her a friendly goose, much less administer a prolonged tickle attack. Therefore, at twenty years old the blond had no idea how very ticklish she was, until Emily's squeezing fingers provided the dreadful revelation.
Emily's face glowed with joy as she watched Madison twist and jerk in the chair, emitting little grunts as she strained to keep from laughing. The blond's ponytail swished back and forth as she whipped her head side to side, and her breasts bounced along with her bucking body. Then, Emily moved her hands a few inches higher on Madison's thighs.
"Fu, hu, huuuck, Ha, Haa . . . AHHH, HA, HA, HAAA!" Madison's whoops erupted from her mouth. The slight change in position to a knew tickling spot had caught her off guard and she couldn't hold back anymore. She cackled as Emily began moving her kneading fingers up and down her thighs from her knees to just inches from her hips. The blond's fingers spread and clenched as she strained against her shackles, and her legs shook violently.
Emily was euphoric. She continued squeezing and groping Madison's thighs with gleeful abandon as the ex-basketball player wailed out her laughter and thrashed about in the chair. Emily thrilled with the hysterical reactions she was tickling from Madison. The redhead felt a warm delight suffuse her vulva as her victim's struggles fueled her lust. The cackles she forced from the big blond, the sweat beginning to drip from her pores, the bouncing of her well-endowed chest, and the spasmodic jerking of her legs all created an incredibly erotic scene straight from Emily's dreams. The difference was she wasn't just watching it in her head, or on a computer screen. She was dancing her own fingers over her captive's flesh.
Meanwhile, Madison was raving. Emily's nonstop torment of her thighs was the pleasure of sensual fondling cranked to an excruciating extreme that was far too intense to endure. She couldn't take another second of the titillating touch, but had no way to make it stop.
Finally, Emily relented for a moment. Madison's chest heaved as she panted for air. Both girls heard the clearing of a throat.
"Well, nice to see you two getting along so well," said Coretta.
Emily turned to see her best friend holding a few sheets of paper and smiling bemusedly. The pale-skinned girl stood and walked over to her peering quizzically at the papers. Coretta pulled the top one out and handed it over. Looking at it Emily saw the picture of woman in her mid-30's with long dark hair. She appeared to be in some sort of single occupancy public bathroom. Her hands were strapped into a set of leather shackles which had been hung across some exposed pipes in the ceiling. She wore a dressy, cream-colored blouse, but the rest of her outfit was missing. Her bottom half was completely bare revealing an artfully trimmed pubic mound and pale thighs.
"Who is this?" Emily held the picture in front of Madison's face.
Madison looked at the picture but said nothing. She couldn't imagine enduring more of Emily's torturous tickling, but the picture was of a woman named Nancy Henderson who supplied the blond with free drinks at a local club. Not only would she lose her drinking privileges, but, if Nancy were off the hook, she might pass Madison's name and picture around the local hot spots as she had threatened the first time she caught the blond trying to buy booze. Madison wasn't ready to give up any chance at going out to party until her next birthday.
Emily beamed. "Oh, yay! I was so hoping you were going to give me a reason to keep tickling you. Hey, Cor, want to help me pull this out?"
Emily grabbed the back of the chair and the vertical armrest brace on one side. Coretta set the papers down and hurried over to grab the other side. Together the girls slide the bondage chair away from the corner of the room.
"Well, look at this," exclaimed Emily. Coretta peered around the back of the chair to see what her friend had discovered. It was another set of leather manacles attached to the upper portion of the chair's back support.
"Shall we?"
"Well, we wouldn't want all this engineering ingenuity to go to waste," answered Coretta with a nod.
Emily and Coretta unbuckled Madison's right hand. The big blond immediately began to fight like a demon, but the girls had been prepared for that. Between the two of them they managed to wrestle Madison's arm over the chair's back and into the right hand manacle. They quickly repeated the process with Madison's left arm.
"What about those," asked Emily, pointing to the ankle restraints along the sides of the chair.
Coretta smiled. "May as well get her money's worth."
The girls released one of Madison's ankles. This time their athletic captive proved too strong for them, and they couldn't force her leg back and to the side. Then Emily started tickling Madison's belly.
She wiggled her fingers into the blond's tone abs. With her arms pulled up and behind her Madison could no longer lean forward, so she had no way to defend herself from Emily's attack. She started shrieking with laughter. Intent on the torturous stimulation of her middle Madison couldn't focus on where her leg was going. Though she kicked wildly Coretta was able to force her leg around the front corner of the chair and slip her ankle into the manacle, cinching it down.
Emily nodded to her dark accomplice and kept tickling. Coretta freed Madison's other leg and fought it over and back to the opposite cuff. When she had that ankle firmly strapped down Emily stopped tickling and stepped back with Coretta to admire their handiwork.
Madison sat with her arms pulled up beside her head and bent over behind the chair. Her legs were spread so that her thighs rested behind the front corners of the chairs seat, and her ankles were pulled back along the side of the chair with the soled of her feet pointing toward the wall behind her. She looked, and felt, very vulnerable.
"See how difficult you made that," said Emily, who was really beginning to get into the role of snarky interrogator, "I think now we're going to have to punish you for that and for not telling us who is in that picture."
With that Emily stepped forward and pounced on Madison's armpits with wriggling fingers. The big girl screamed, then started bellowing with laughter. Coretta watched her lover for a moment with a wry smile then walked around behind the chair. Reaching forward she began to tickle Madison's ribs from behind. Their victim's shrieks went up an octave as she flailed about in her bondage.
Madison could waggle her elbows up and down but she couldn't bring her arms forward to protect either her sensitive hollows or her bare sides. Her breasts bounced madly as she jerked form side to side screaming out her torment. Coretta's doubling of the tickling fingers on her body along with Emily's focused tickling of her tender armpits was driving Madison crazy. It was an agony of teasing touches on her naked skin.
When the big blond's laughter became silent cackles her tormentors slowed their tickling just enough to allow her to regain her breath. Her laughter became a loud wailing, again. They continued that routine for ten minutes of so, then stopped.
Madison hung in her restraints gulping air. Her body was drenched in sweat. Her sides and armpits tingled.
Emily picked up the picture of the dark-haired woman with the nude bottom half.
"And this would be?"
"Nancy . . . Henderson. She works . . . in a . . . club . . .downtown," Madison gasped out the answer.
Emily turned and headed for the door. She left the room for a few minutes, then returned.
"I Googled her. It checks out." The redhead bent down in front of Madison placing her hands on her knees. "Now, see, that wasn't so hard. In fact I think you deserve a reward."
With that Emily picked up Madison's vibrator, switched it on, and slid it along the chair's seat straight to the blond's exposed sex.
The bliss following Madison's previous orgasm had been erased by Coretta's sleeper hold. Meanwhile, the torturous tickling did not have the same effect on the former athlete that it did on Emily and Danny. The horribly titillating touches were pure torture to her. Her nakedness and her vulnerability slightly sparked her libido, but the tickling was the pure torment of pleasurable touches amped up to such an excess that it was absolute misery. While her suffering involved no pain it also didn't connect with her sexual desire.
But the contrast between the excruciating stimulation of the tickling and the joyous sensation of the vibrator made the toy between her legs feel ten times more delightful than normal. The moment it made contact Madison was unable to keep herself from crying out with the pleasure of it. Emily kept the toy buzzing against her clitoris, gently rubbing it up and down, until the blond was rocking her hips on the chair and moaning loudly.
Then, she shut it off and pulled it away. Madison groaned. Emily grabbed the next picture and showed it to her.
"Who's this?"
The picture was of a man named Louis Anders. He was a thickly built, middle-aged man with dark hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. He was tied completely naked to an office chair with what appeared to be his own boxer briefs shoved into his mouth and tied there with some strip of cloth. He was the manager of a local farm supply store and had caught Madison shoplifting. He had said he had proof from security cameras.
Madison whimpered. If she lost her leverage over Louis she might actually have to deal with the law. She pressed her lips together.
"Oh goody," said Emily, clapping her hands, "I get to try a new area. My breasts are really ticklish, Madison. Are yours?"
Madison clenched her eyes shut and whimpered again, so she didn't see Emily nod to Coretta, who was now sitting on the floor behind the chair. Coretta quickly started tickling the bare soles of Madison's feet.
The big girl was totally unprepared. She had been steeling herself for the tormenting touches on her breasts. The unexpected attack on her feet was agony. She jerked and thrashed, but Coretta followed her movements with enough agility that Madison got no relief. She howled her laughter.
Then, Emily's fluttering fingers started dancing across her breasts. She quickly discovered that the answer to the redhead's previous question was yes, they were very ticklish. Her shrieks drowned out the giggles of her tormentors as they reveled in torturing her.
Emily tickled all around Madison's large chest circling her nipples. She watched as the excruciating stimulation caused the blond's small buds to stiffen into hard little pebbles. The redhead's own nipples were rock hard as well and her labial folds were slick with fluid. Her clitoris was swollen and throbbing. She smiled broadly at Coretta as she continued tormenting Madison's breasts.
Coretta was dealing with her own arousal. Unlike Emily she had not had a recent orgasm. The stimulation of witnessing Danny's torture along with the erotic joy she was having tormenting Madison in tandem with her lover was sending Coretta's libido into overdrive. Everything was sharply aroused and tender. Her return smile was more than a little salacious as she teased Madison's twitching feet.
Finally, as if in mutual agreement, the girls both stopped. Madison's howls diminished to sobs. It took her a few moments to recognize the sound of flapping paper in front of her face. She looked up to see the picture of Louis Anders again before her.
"He owns that farm store down by the highway. His names Louis Anders," she mumbled miserably.
Emily left the room once again. Madison was so lost in her gloom that she didn't hear the redhead return. With her head hanging and her eyes closed the sudden touch of the buzzing vibrator to her clitoris was a completely unexpected shock of pleasure. She squealed and made an involuntary attempt to close her thighs. Of course, her legs didn't move.
Once again the contrast between the tickle torture and the toying of her sex made the pleasure skyrocket. She was quickly moaning and rocking in place like before. She expected the toy to be removed at any moment as her cries became louder , but Emily continued to hold the vibrator firmly against her little bundle of nerves until she felt her climax flooding upward.
Then, suddenly, the toy was gone again. Madison whined her dismay.
"Who's this one?" Emily was holding another picture, a woman this time.
"Sarah Dernhill. Works at the bowling alley three blocks from here."
Emily exited and returned again. This time Madison was ready and waiting for the plastic toy as it made its humming contact with her nether regions. Her arousal had ebbed only slightly while she waited for Emily to return. She started moaning and rocking almost immediately. Her excited cries quickly rose in volume and pitch.
Then it hit. Her orgasm rolled over her as she voiced her pleasure, grinding her pelvis into the chair and her clitoris into the toy. She quivered through the multiple waves of delight until she finally hung limp in her bonds. Emily removed the vibrator and shut it off.
Then there was another picture flapping in front of Madison's face. Trembling with aftershocks of pleasure she looked up.
"Cindy Smith. She lives over at 2371 Monroe."
Emily stood. Catching Coretta's eye she nodded toward the door. Coretta stood up on wobbly legs, then followed the redhead out into the hall.
"Fuck, Cor, I'm so horny. That was hot."
"Yeah, you're not the only one, Love. Between her and Danny I'm on fire, here."
It suddenly dawned on Emily that she was the only one who had climaxed when they'd been in the hall watching Danny's torment.
With a smoldering look of love/lust Emily pushed Coretta back against the hallway wall. Kneeling down she slid her dress up Coretta's hips and slid her panties down to her ankles. Then she leaned forward and buried her tongue in Coretta's wet folds.
Coretta let out a loud moan as Emily's tongue found her clitoris and worked its magic on it. The ebon-skinned girl pinched each of her stiff nipples between a thumb and finger as Emily licked her tender flesh. In less than a minute she felt her orgasm explode and flood over her while her redheaded lover continued to stroke her with her tongue. Finally, with a quivering sigh Coretta pulled her pelvis away from Emily's mouth. Looking down at her lover's beautiful face she caressed her pale cheek.
Emily smiled at Coretta returning her look of love. She stood as Coretta pulled her panties up and shifted the yellow dress back down over her hips.
"Shall I return the favor, Love," Coretta asked with a raised brow.
"Oh, yes, please," answered Emily biting her lip.
Emily's climax was nearly as quick to arrive as Coretta's had been. Once she had readjusted her clothes the girls confirmed Cindy Smith's information. Then they returned to the room where Madison sat, naked, weary, and broken.
They had no trouble with Madison identifying the rest of the pictures, especially when Emily began toying her slippery folds with the vibrator again. The girls' lovemaking interlude in the hall had given the big blond time to come down from the first orgasm, and she was ready and willing to be pleasured to another one.
A combination of Madison's half-sated state and Emily's careful manipulations meant that they got their captive to identify all the remaining pictures while having driven her to the edge of climax once again without going over it. After confirming the last photo Emily returned to the room. She pulled Coretta aside for another whispered conversation while Madison writhed in the chair in a lustful daze.
When they broke apart Coretta moved behind the chair and sat down on the floor again. Emily knelt in front of the chair and started the vibrator up once more. She gently rubbed the buzzing toy against Madison's swollen clitoris. The big blond moaned with unabashed abandon as she thrust her pelvis against the source of her pleasure.
Like a slow, steady march Madison's orgasm approached. Her writhing and moaning became a mindless response to her ecstasy. Inexorably her pleasure escalated until her euphoric release washed over her in a torrential flood. Madison shrieked out her delight as peak after peak of blissful sensation slammed into her. As the pleasure began to ebb Emily continued to stroke her turgid bud with the humming rod in her hand and another, smaller, explosion burst through her.
Methodically, Emily coaxed three more climaxes from Madison's body. Finally, the big blond slumped in the chair, finished.
But Emily wasn't finished. She continued to gently grind the vibrator against Madison's, now oversensitive, clitoris. Madison whimpered and rocked her hips, this time in an attempt to pull back from the humming toy. Emily followed her movements. Galvanized out of her stupor Madison yelped and tried shifting another way. Emily kept the toy firmly pressed against her.
Now Madison was beginning to panic. Like the tickling this sensation was far too much of a good thing. Her clitoris was incredibly tender and the buzzing vibrator had become a tortuously acute caress that she couldn't stand. As Emily continued to keep the thrumming toy touching her Madison began to squeal and thrash.
Then, Coretta's fingers found her soles, once again.
Madison's scream was primal. She started flailing so hard she was shifting the chair back and forth. She began shrieking and sobbing, begging them to stop when she could form words. Emily and Coretta didn't let up. Emily focused on keeping the buzzing tip touching Madison's clitoris while Coretta's fingers danced up and down the bottoms of her feet in a tickling frenzy.
Madison's final torture lasted about three minutes before she passed out.
The girls quickly stood up. They released Madison's hands from the rear shackles and put them back in the manacles on the armrests. They left one loose so Madison would be able to free herself. They quickly gathered up the printed pictures and went to the living room. While Emily made sure the pictures were deleted from Madison's computer Coretta gently woke the sleeping Danny and got his keys from him.
With a quick check to make sure they'd gotten everything they coaxed Danny off the couch and left the house. Outside the two lovers helped Danny to his Jeep and slipped him into the passenger's seat. Then, with a parting kiss Emily slipped behind the wheel while Coretta headed quickly back to her car. They pulled away and drove off into the night heading for Emily's house.
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This is a fine series. 
