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Thanks to all of you who gave me feedback on part 1. You guys make the efforts worthwhile. Let me know what you think. I tried to incorporate all input I received. I bumped up part 1 for those who missed it. Enjoy...
TOUCHING AN ANGEL (Part 2)
Max watched Kaitlin staring at the sole of her bound left foot. Kaitlin almost seemed to be meditating on it: the soft skin, high arch, well-shaped toes, the firm heel. Could she see sensitivity, Max wondered? And she also wondered how things had gotten so out of hand. To be at the mercy of these bizarre women, these…technophobic ticklers…was just so ridiculous! Well, it had to stop. If there was no more laughter, there’d be no more tickling and the Network would be forced to negotiate with her. They had already revealed their refusal—on religious principle—to employ violent methods. If she could get them talking, the tables would begin to turn. All Max needed was a bit more concentration and self-control. My God, it was only tickling! She’ll just ignore those titillating sensations, embrace them—they feel good, actually. Yes. This was a mind-over-matter thing.
Kaitlin placed one finger in the center of the ball of Max’s foot and began to scratch her nail around the slight indentation located there. Max looked straight up at the ceiling. Her foot did not react at all to this initial touch. Kaitlin kept this up for a few more seconds and then let the finger drift down into Max’s arch. Bringing all four fingers of that hand into play, Kaitlin wriggled them very very lightly over Max’s skin. Never straying from the arch, Kaitlin tickled up and down, then across, in various combinations.
Max felt the wicked tingling produced by Kaitlin’s fingernails, but she held her breath steady and recited scientific formulae in her mind. She grew more confident that her feet would prove a match for Kaitlin’s manipulations. The key, Max thought, was to stay focused, stay still. ‘The ratio of oxygen to hydrogen in complex organic compounds….’
While continuing to tease Max’s arch, Kaitlin put her other hand at the top of Max’s ankle and quickly brushed her fingers along the top of Max’s foot, straight down to her toes. Max’s foot jerked involuntarily. Kaitlin tried this again and got the same reaction. And again. Kaitlin decided to put both hands to work on the tops of Max’s toes. As Kaitlin tickled, Max sensed her toes twitching wildly in spite of herself, but she never cracked a smile.
Kaitlin was becoming aware that her battle with Max was going to be fought in the mind as much as on skin and muscle. She knew that if she could just get Max to let loose a few giggles or chuckles in response to some foot-stroking, the gates of ticklishness would open. The key, she thought, was to create a playful, teasing mood. She considered a game of ‘This Little Piggie”, but her gut told her this was not the right approach. She needed to engage this X-5 warrior, to actively involve her in this contest. She needed to let her tickle.
Kaitlin suddenly got up from her stool and mounted the bed, seating herself on Max’s thighs. She started removing her size six sneakers and white sports socks. “I’ve been thinking,” Kaitlin said, trying to make eye-contact with Max, “This is pretty unfair and one-sided. You should get to do some tickling too.”
Although Max was glad the toe-teasing had stopped, she knew Kaitlin was up to no good. She decided to ignore her.
“I mean it—no tricks. I’m going to put my feet right next to your hands and you can tickle me good.” Laying on top of Max, Kaitlin turned over on her stomach facing Max’s feet. Looking back, she positioned her soles within an inch of Max’s handcuffed palms. “You know what, if I laugh before you do, I won’t touch you again, I’ll be out of the tickling.” At about 100 pounds, Max could barely feel Kaitlin’s weight covering her.
Max glanced over at Auria and saw her nod as if accepting the terms of this deal. Although Max couldn’t see how 15 ticklers instead of 16 put her in a much better position, at least she would be doing something. Against her better judgment she said, “You’re probably not even ticklish on your feet. Besides, you can move them away any time you want.”
Auria straightened up. “Kaitlin is quite ticklish. By the High One, I swear it.” Max saw several of the girls nodding and thoughts of late-night female tickle orgies danced through her head. She was getting a notion of where these girls had perfected their tickle techniques.
“Brindy, Tamala, hold my ankles in front of her fingers. Do NOT let go no matter what I do or say,” Kaitlin called out. Two of the tallest girls stepped forward—one of them was almost six feet. Not too gently, they each grabbed one of Kaitlin ankles. “If my feet move out of reach, you also win,” Kaitlin added.
“How ‘bout unlocking my arms so I can do this right?” Max said with a cocky smile.
“Well…” Kaitlin was smiling too, “That might be a little too fair.”
Max looked at Kaitlin’s small, clean soles. They were cute, touchable feet and with the torture she’d already been through, Max was aching to give some back. Figuring she had little to lose, Max said, “I accept on one condition: if you laugh first, then from now on only one person can tickle me at a time.” Max looked up at Auria.
The curvaceous redhead looked from Max’s face to Kaitlin’s and back. “Agreed.”
“Betcha can’t make me laugh!” Kaitlin immediately sang out.
Max plunged her fingers into Kaitlin’s soles and furiously teased every inch of bare skin she could find. The short, brown-haired girl instantly started squirming and almost twisted halfway off the bed, but her colleagues held her tight. Max could hear her breathing hard. In the last 20 minutes, Max had a chance to consider what areas of the foot might be particularly ticklish. She started to dig into the soft channel underneath Kaitlin’s toes.
While wriggling her toes and straining involuntarily to escape from her human restraints, Kaitlin slowly moved her hands toward Max’s foot. But it was not the exposed left foot she went for, but the right one, covered with a black sock.
“Yo-o-o-u’re not bad, k-i-i-i-d,” Kaitlin said, holding back laughter. “I’ll have to de-e-e-fend myself. My friend—oh boy!” Kaitlin jumped as Max hit a sensitive spot. “My friend, Mr. Worm, will protect me.”
Max creased her forehead. She kept tickling as cunningly as her handcuffs would allow. ‘Mr. Worm?’ she thought.
With the index and middle fingers of her left hand, Kaitlin started to move down Max’s ankle. When it got there, her tiny hand had no trouble fitting inside Max’s old, stretched out sock. Just like a worm, Kaitlin inched her two fingers into the sock and then closer and closer to Max’s instep. “Mr. Worm
likes to cra-a-a-wl inside…warm, dark places,” Kaitlin informed everyone. “He likes to explore and dig into soft, tender things—like this!” Kaitlin suddenly pressed her two digits into the bottom of Max’s foot and twisted them around. “And this!” She dug into another spot close to the toes and then quickly jumped to a area near the heel.
Max’s own tickling slowed. For the first time she glanced down at what this girl was doing to her and saw the bulge of Kaitlin’s hand wiggling and probing under her sock. It was an odd sight. From the outside it looked more like a tiny dog rolling and playing with a bone. She imagined what it would feel like if there really was a worm or a dog messing around down there. Max was wishing she could see exactly what Kailtlin’s hand was up to when her foot began to feel the tiniest bit…ticklish.
Max tried to pull her foot away from Kaitlin, but there was nowhere to go. The ticklish sensation was slowly growing worse, sending waves of hard-to-describe energy shooting up Max’s spine, but the ‘worm’ would not stop; it kept poking and prodding, creeping and crawling, looking for fresh ground to till. Let it stop, Max said in her mind. Can’t laugh. Please, let it stop. She gave one more burst of rapid tickling to Kaitlin’s arches as Brindy and Tamala faithfully held her feet close.
Kaitlin bucked and sucked in air, but did not miss Max’s own sudden, strong resistance. Kaitlin understood her game was working. “Ya know, sometimes Mr. Worm invi-i-ites his friends over to play in the dirt.” She quickly squeezed the other hand inside the sock and brought all eight fingers to Max’s sole, randomly poking each fingertip into a different spot. “They like to count to one hundred when they play this way….” Kaitlin poked faster and counted aloud, “One, two, three, four, five….”
“No! OK, OK, wait!” Max spitted out.
“Worms hate to wait!” Kaitlin called out teasingly. She concentrated a bunch of fingers on the area beneath Max’s toes as Max had done to her a few minutes before. She flicked the skin there ever so lightly with her nails and then really dug in.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehehe,” Max screeched. “Ooooooooooooon-n-n-n-n-oooooooooooooooooo.”
“Oh yes, little girl!” Kaitlin said.
“IT TIIIIIIIIIIIICKLES!! Stooooooooooooooop! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha.”
Seeing she drew the first laugh, the two tall women released Kaitlin’s ankles. She sat up, straddling Max’s legs, and pulled her hands out of Max’s sock. Immediately she began tickling the same socked foot from the outside, wildly teasing Max’s right sole through its thin black covering.
Already sensitized, Max found this indirect touch devastatingly intense. “OH MY GOD! AAAAAAAAARRRH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Kaitlin went all out on the soft, black-cotton sheath, using the knuckles of her left hand on Max’s sole just as Kim had done earlier to Max’s ribs. The results were even more powerful. “Noooooooooooooooooo pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. I-I-I MEEEAAAAN IT! YOOOOUUUUUU MUUUUUUST STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!! She yanked at her arm restraints until some of the girls began whispering that the chains would break loose from the wall. Auria, however, remained calm.
Through a blur of laughter and screaming, Max realized her feet had somehow become red-hot zones of ticklishness. She now dreaded each movement of Kaitlin’s nimble hands.
“What is your mission here?” Auria barked out.
“CA-A-A-A-N’T TEEEEEEEEEEELL!” Max said stubbornly as Kaitlin tickled on.
With a hungry urgency Kaitlin ripped off Max’s remaining sock. Her two feet lay there naked in the mid-morning sun. “Hey, I think your feetsies are a little dirty—especially between your toes.” Kaitlin turned to face Max, stuck out her tongue and used it to clean around her own lips.
When Kaitlin’s apparent intent pierced Max’s brain she started shaking her head ‘no’ and fought even harder to escape her bonds. Breathless, she managed to speak. “OK girls…you had …some…fun. But if…you don’t stop…right….”
“Threats?” Auria raised her eyebrows. “Not a wise choice in your…predicament. Remember, you are
the interloper here. You’re the one who owes apologies and explanations. And we will learn your secrets. You will tell. ‘We have just begun to tickle….’”
Kaitlin waved to a girl standing in a far corner. She hurried forward carrying a silver bucket. A bit of water splashed over one edge when she stopped at Kaitlin’s side. Reaching inside the bucket, Kaitlin pulled out a large brush, the kind used to scrub floors. It had a brown, wooden base and short, white bristles. As she held it, soapy water dripped to the floor.
Max stared at the brush and swallowed. This was not what she expected. Kaitlin placed the brush against her left foot and just held it there. Even motionless it tickled, Max realized.
“Will you tell?” Kaitlin asked softly.
Max said nothing until Kaitlin began to rub the brush up and down the bottom of the foot. It was like a thousand ants were exploring her sole. “Ooooooooohohohohohohohohohohohohohoh.” Max’s laughter grew very throaty. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GOD-GOD-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP. “ Max pounded her head back against the bed and arched her torso to an unbelievable degree. Kaitlin held tight to the foot and kept ‘cleaning’. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyyy NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO LOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!
As Kaitlin was switching to the other foot, Auria leaned over Max. “Logan? Who is Logan? Tell us or we will tickle you!”
“Noooooooooo Whooooooooooooooooooooo? I-I-I-I-I Maaaaaaaaaake iiiiiiiiiiiiit stoooooooooop!!!!!
“Will you tell?” Auria persisted.
Max just shook with laughter as Kaitlin started on the right foot. “Tooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch, TOOOOOOOOOMUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! EeeeeeeEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Everyone, it is time.” At once,14 young women eagerly surrounded Max, wiggling their fingers in her direction. Some were chuckling menacingly. Working in pairs, two girls stood alongside Max’s neck, two—her armpits, two—her breasts, two—her ribs, two—her waist, two—her hips, two—her knees. Kaitlin remained alone at her feet. All the girls gently placed their hands on their assigned body parts. Then, in unison, they whispered, “We’ll-tickle-you-until-you-tell!”
And they tickled her. Everywhere, all at once. Probing, scraping, pinching, squeezing, poking, teasing, digging, wriggling. Max’s laughter mounted higher and higher. She soon got hysterical, delirious, writhing from side to side and squirming with abandon. The girls, at Auria’s command, would stop and start simultaneously, giving her rest, surprising her, not letting up. Auria would single out a body part for solo attention, one time having the tummy girls spend ten straight minutes jabbing Max’s sides and belly button and lightly running their nails over the finely-toned stomach muscles. Max bounced almost two feet off the bed when Kaitlin pulled a long, thin type of brush out of the soapy bucket and ran it between the four toe slots on each foot.
After many minutes, when she felt the moment had finally arrived, Auria replaced Kaitlin at the foot of the bed, got down on her knees, and leaned in toward Max’s yellow panties. All the other girls stopped tickling and Max lay there panting and sweating up a storm. The fight seemed to be gone from Max’s eyes. This was the part Auria adored. She reached up and with both hands grabbed Max just under the panties at the point where the legs meet the groin. “Who is Logan?” Auria asked quietly.
Weakly, Max rolled her head from side to side. “Must not tell you, must protect, you are bad…” her words trailed off.
“OK my dear, have it your way.” With thumb and fingers held like a wedge, Auria began to softly, but firmly squeeze Max at the base of the panties. Max’s mouth went open, but no sound emerged. She appeared to be frozen or in shock, but her breathing got heavier, deeper. “Oh no!” Auria taunted, “This doesn’t…tickle, does it? If I kept doing this, would it make you…laugh…? ” Max’s eyes were wide, staring ahead, and her limbs began to subtly vibrate.
Although she could barely think, Max made one desperate, heroic, mental effort to block the sensations flooding her sexual parts and spilling over into the rest of her body and mind. If only Auria would shut up and tickle…why does she keep talking to me? Hard enough to concentrate—wait—what is she saying now? No, don’t, don’t say that…please…not that…”
“…three of my favorite words, that’s right, it’s the only thing left to say, three little words…” she paused for effect, “…kitchie, kitchie koo!! kitchie, kitchie koo!!” Auria squeezed the area faster and harder and more tickly as she teased. “Kitchie…kitchie…kitchie…KOO!!”
Max took a huge breath, closed her eyes and roared, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HELP-HELP-I-I-I-I-CAN’T-CAN’T….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! MY GOD—IT TIIIIIIIIIICKLES!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!”
This went on for nearly fifteen minutes. Each time Auria squeezed, Max futilely pulled away with all her might. Then finally, exhausted, she stopped pulling or moving at all and dissolved into high-pitched fits of giggling. She was near the end of her defenses. “Heheheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASE!!” Max started whimpering. “Nomorenomorenomorenomorenomorenomore….”
As Auria kept playfully pressuring Max’s loins, she lowered her face into Max’s belly button and gently began to carress it with her tongue. In and around she licked and flicked and darted, circling and blowing lightly into that little depression, licking and poking and….
“I—I—I’IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!! I’LL TELL!!
I’LL TELL!! PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!! I’ll TELL, TELL, TELL!!!! JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSST STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPP NOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!
And tell she did—about Logan and her own X-5 abilities, about the plans to infiltrate Network computer operations and everything they knew about the cult’s illegal activities. Max talked and told secrets for two hours with occasional short reminder-tickles from Kim or Kaitlin or another girl, an armpit ‘specialist’, named Reema. But Auria never touched her again during the questions and the answers.
When they had finished with her, Max was unchained and re-chained, blindfolded and taken by truck to a spot near one of the city’s westernmost checkpoints. Eight Network girls released her in the middle of nowhere and then sped away.
***
From his wheelchair Logan Cale looked at Max sprawled out on his living room couch. She was wearing her sleeveless T-shirt and seemed completely wasted. A mixture of disappointment, frustration and amusement played on his face. “So, let me see if I have this…the Network interrogated you and broke you by tickling your feet, ribs and…other parts of your body. And this…tickling…was so…overwhelming, that you just had to tell them everything you know? Did I get it right?”
“Please don’t use the word ‘tell’…ever again,” Max said softly.
“Max, that is one of the craziest stories I’ve ever heard. I thought that after all this time we trusted each other, but if you don’t want me to know the truth—fine. I mean, cummon, tickling? And you couldn’t control yourself? I don’t even believe you’re ticklish.
“Hey buster,” Max was tired to the bone, but could still get angry. “How about if I just give you a sample…?” and she slowly raised herself from the bed.
“A sample of what—tickling? Oh right. Wiggle you fingers at me and I’ll just crumble. Poke my ribs and I’ll tell you all my secrets!”
Max came over and straddled Logan’s wheelchair. With her left hand she held the back of the chair and with the right she reached in and started squeezing Logan’s ribcage, gradually increasing speed and intensity. At first Logan just sat there, motionless and silent, and then when Max’s fingers went slightly lower….
“Whoooooaaah, hahahaha, wait a second, wait, hahaha, I mean, stop, Max , stop , no hohohahaha, MAX!”
But Max was enjoying this. She had to get back at someone today and Logan was being a total jerk.
“Hey, HAHAHA, no,no, Max, I’m sorry, nohahahano, hehehehe. I be-e-e-eeeeeliiiive you!” Seeing that she wouldn’t stop, and feeling, well, overwhelmed, Logan could think of only one thing to do. With both hands he reached up into Max’s smooth, exposed armpits and tickled for dear life.
“Aaaaaiiiiiyyyyyy, nooooooooooooooooo!” Max instantly stopped, got up and back-pedaled away from Logan.
“Hmmmm,” Logan murmured. “Apparently, you are a bit, uh, vulnerable to tickling. He smiled and started wheeling himself in Max’s direction, “I guess, for our security and your safety, we’d better get you trained and ready for future interrogations….”
TOUCHING AN ANGEL (Part 2)
Max watched Kaitlin staring at the sole of her bound left foot. Kaitlin almost seemed to be meditating on it: the soft skin, high arch, well-shaped toes, the firm heel. Could she see sensitivity, Max wondered? And she also wondered how things had gotten so out of hand. To be at the mercy of these bizarre women, these…technophobic ticklers…was just so ridiculous! Well, it had to stop. If there was no more laughter, there’d be no more tickling and the Network would be forced to negotiate with her. They had already revealed their refusal—on religious principle—to employ violent methods. If she could get them talking, the tables would begin to turn. All Max needed was a bit more concentration and self-control. My God, it was only tickling! She’ll just ignore those titillating sensations, embrace them—they feel good, actually. Yes. This was a mind-over-matter thing.
Kaitlin placed one finger in the center of the ball of Max’s foot and began to scratch her nail around the slight indentation located there. Max looked straight up at the ceiling. Her foot did not react at all to this initial touch. Kaitlin kept this up for a few more seconds and then let the finger drift down into Max’s arch. Bringing all four fingers of that hand into play, Kaitlin wriggled them very very lightly over Max’s skin. Never straying from the arch, Kaitlin tickled up and down, then across, in various combinations.
Max felt the wicked tingling produced by Kaitlin’s fingernails, but she held her breath steady and recited scientific formulae in her mind. She grew more confident that her feet would prove a match for Kaitlin’s manipulations. The key, Max thought, was to stay focused, stay still. ‘The ratio of oxygen to hydrogen in complex organic compounds….’
While continuing to tease Max’s arch, Kaitlin put her other hand at the top of Max’s ankle and quickly brushed her fingers along the top of Max’s foot, straight down to her toes. Max’s foot jerked involuntarily. Kaitlin tried this again and got the same reaction. And again. Kaitlin decided to put both hands to work on the tops of Max’s toes. As Kaitlin tickled, Max sensed her toes twitching wildly in spite of herself, but she never cracked a smile.
Kaitlin was becoming aware that her battle with Max was going to be fought in the mind as much as on skin and muscle. She knew that if she could just get Max to let loose a few giggles or chuckles in response to some foot-stroking, the gates of ticklishness would open. The key, she thought, was to create a playful, teasing mood. She considered a game of ‘This Little Piggie”, but her gut told her this was not the right approach. She needed to engage this X-5 warrior, to actively involve her in this contest. She needed to let her tickle.
Kaitlin suddenly got up from her stool and mounted the bed, seating herself on Max’s thighs. She started removing her size six sneakers and white sports socks. “I’ve been thinking,” Kaitlin said, trying to make eye-contact with Max, “This is pretty unfair and one-sided. You should get to do some tickling too.”
Although Max was glad the toe-teasing had stopped, she knew Kaitlin was up to no good. She decided to ignore her.
“I mean it—no tricks. I’m going to put my feet right next to your hands and you can tickle me good.” Laying on top of Max, Kaitlin turned over on her stomach facing Max’s feet. Looking back, she positioned her soles within an inch of Max’s handcuffed palms. “You know what, if I laugh before you do, I won’t touch you again, I’ll be out of the tickling.” At about 100 pounds, Max could barely feel Kaitlin’s weight covering her.
Max glanced over at Auria and saw her nod as if accepting the terms of this deal. Although Max couldn’t see how 15 ticklers instead of 16 put her in a much better position, at least she would be doing something. Against her better judgment she said, “You’re probably not even ticklish on your feet. Besides, you can move them away any time you want.”
Auria straightened up. “Kaitlin is quite ticklish. By the High One, I swear it.” Max saw several of the girls nodding and thoughts of late-night female tickle orgies danced through her head. She was getting a notion of where these girls had perfected their tickle techniques.
“Brindy, Tamala, hold my ankles in front of her fingers. Do NOT let go no matter what I do or say,” Kaitlin called out. Two of the tallest girls stepped forward—one of them was almost six feet. Not too gently, they each grabbed one of Kaitlin ankles. “If my feet move out of reach, you also win,” Kaitlin added.
“How ‘bout unlocking my arms so I can do this right?” Max said with a cocky smile.
“Well…” Kaitlin was smiling too, “That might be a little too fair.”
Max looked at Kaitlin’s small, clean soles. They were cute, touchable feet and with the torture she’d already been through, Max was aching to give some back. Figuring she had little to lose, Max said, “I accept on one condition: if you laugh first, then from now on only one person can tickle me at a time.” Max looked up at Auria.
The curvaceous redhead looked from Max’s face to Kaitlin’s and back. “Agreed.”
“Betcha can’t make me laugh!” Kaitlin immediately sang out.
Max plunged her fingers into Kaitlin’s soles and furiously teased every inch of bare skin she could find. The short, brown-haired girl instantly started squirming and almost twisted halfway off the bed, but her colleagues held her tight. Max could hear her breathing hard. In the last 20 minutes, Max had a chance to consider what areas of the foot might be particularly ticklish. She started to dig into the soft channel underneath Kaitlin’s toes.
While wriggling her toes and straining involuntarily to escape from her human restraints, Kaitlin slowly moved her hands toward Max’s foot. But it was not the exposed left foot she went for, but the right one, covered with a black sock.
“Yo-o-o-u’re not bad, k-i-i-i-d,” Kaitlin said, holding back laughter. “I’ll have to de-e-e-fend myself. My friend—oh boy!” Kaitlin jumped as Max hit a sensitive spot. “My friend, Mr. Worm, will protect me.”
Max creased her forehead. She kept tickling as cunningly as her handcuffs would allow. ‘Mr. Worm?’ she thought.
With the index and middle fingers of her left hand, Kaitlin started to move down Max’s ankle. When it got there, her tiny hand had no trouble fitting inside Max’s old, stretched out sock. Just like a worm, Kaitlin inched her two fingers into the sock and then closer and closer to Max’s instep. “Mr. Worm
likes to cra-a-a-wl inside…warm, dark places,” Kaitlin informed everyone. “He likes to explore and dig into soft, tender things—like this!” Kaitlin suddenly pressed her two digits into the bottom of Max’s foot and twisted them around. “And this!” She dug into another spot close to the toes and then quickly jumped to a area near the heel.
Max’s own tickling slowed. For the first time she glanced down at what this girl was doing to her and saw the bulge of Kaitlin’s hand wiggling and probing under her sock. It was an odd sight. From the outside it looked more like a tiny dog rolling and playing with a bone. She imagined what it would feel like if there really was a worm or a dog messing around down there. Max was wishing she could see exactly what Kailtlin’s hand was up to when her foot began to feel the tiniest bit…ticklish.
Max tried to pull her foot away from Kaitlin, but there was nowhere to go. The ticklish sensation was slowly growing worse, sending waves of hard-to-describe energy shooting up Max’s spine, but the ‘worm’ would not stop; it kept poking and prodding, creeping and crawling, looking for fresh ground to till. Let it stop, Max said in her mind. Can’t laugh. Please, let it stop. She gave one more burst of rapid tickling to Kaitlin’s arches as Brindy and Tamala faithfully held her feet close.
Kaitlin bucked and sucked in air, but did not miss Max’s own sudden, strong resistance. Kaitlin understood her game was working. “Ya know, sometimes Mr. Worm invi-i-ites his friends over to play in the dirt.” She quickly squeezed the other hand inside the sock and brought all eight fingers to Max’s sole, randomly poking each fingertip into a different spot. “They like to count to one hundred when they play this way….” Kaitlin poked faster and counted aloud, “One, two, three, four, five….”
“No! OK, OK, wait!” Max spitted out.
“Worms hate to wait!” Kaitlin called out teasingly. She concentrated a bunch of fingers on the area beneath Max’s toes as Max had done to her a few minutes before. She flicked the skin there ever so lightly with her nails and then really dug in.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehehe,” Max screeched. “Ooooooooooooon-n-n-n-n-oooooooooooooooooo.”
“Oh yes, little girl!” Kaitlin said.
“IT TIIIIIIIIIIIICKLES!! Stooooooooooooooop! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha.”
Seeing she drew the first laugh, the two tall women released Kaitlin’s ankles. She sat up, straddling Max’s legs, and pulled her hands out of Max’s sock. Immediately she began tickling the same socked foot from the outside, wildly teasing Max’s right sole through its thin black covering.
Already sensitized, Max found this indirect touch devastatingly intense. “OH MY GOD! AAAAAAAAARRRH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Kaitlin went all out on the soft, black-cotton sheath, using the knuckles of her left hand on Max’s sole just as Kim had done earlier to Max’s ribs. The results were even more powerful. “Noooooooooooooooooo pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. I-I-I MEEEAAAAN IT! YOOOOUUUUUU MUUUUUUST STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!! She yanked at her arm restraints until some of the girls began whispering that the chains would break loose from the wall. Auria, however, remained calm.
Through a blur of laughter and screaming, Max realized her feet had somehow become red-hot zones of ticklishness. She now dreaded each movement of Kaitlin’s nimble hands.
“What is your mission here?” Auria barked out.
“CA-A-A-A-N’T TEEEEEEEEEEELL!” Max said stubbornly as Kaitlin tickled on.
With a hungry urgency Kaitlin ripped off Max’s remaining sock. Her two feet lay there naked in the mid-morning sun. “Hey, I think your feetsies are a little dirty—especially between your toes.” Kaitlin turned to face Max, stuck out her tongue and used it to clean around her own lips.
When Kaitlin’s apparent intent pierced Max’s brain she started shaking her head ‘no’ and fought even harder to escape her bonds. Breathless, she managed to speak. “OK girls…you had …some…fun. But if…you don’t stop…right….”
“Threats?” Auria raised her eyebrows. “Not a wise choice in your…predicament. Remember, you are
the interloper here. You’re the one who owes apologies and explanations. And we will learn your secrets. You will tell. ‘We have just begun to tickle….’”
Kaitlin waved to a girl standing in a far corner. She hurried forward carrying a silver bucket. A bit of water splashed over one edge when she stopped at Kaitlin’s side. Reaching inside the bucket, Kaitlin pulled out a large brush, the kind used to scrub floors. It had a brown, wooden base and short, white bristles. As she held it, soapy water dripped to the floor.
Max stared at the brush and swallowed. This was not what she expected. Kaitlin placed the brush against her left foot and just held it there. Even motionless it tickled, Max realized.
“Will you tell?” Kaitlin asked softly.
Max said nothing until Kaitlin began to rub the brush up and down the bottom of the foot. It was like a thousand ants were exploring her sole. “Ooooooooohohohohohohohohohohohohohoh.” Max’s laughter grew very throaty. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GOD-GOD-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP. “ Max pounded her head back against the bed and arched her torso to an unbelievable degree. Kaitlin held tight to the foot and kept ‘cleaning’. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyyy NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO LOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!
As Kaitlin was switching to the other foot, Auria leaned over Max. “Logan? Who is Logan? Tell us or we will tickle you!”
“Noooooooooo Whooooooooooooooooooooo? I-I-I-I-I Maaaaaaaaaake iiiiiiiiiiiiit stoooooooooop!!!!!
“Will you tell?” Auria persisted.
Max just shook with laughter as Kaitlin started on the right foot. “Tooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch, TOOOOOOOOOMUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! EeeeeeeEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Everyone, it is time.” At once,14 young women eagerly surrounded Max, wiggling their fingers in her direction. Some were chuckling menacingly. Working in pairs, two girls stood alongside Max’s neck, two—her armpits, two—her breasts, two—her ribs, two—her waist, two—her hips, two—her knees. Kaitlin remained alone at her feet. All the girls gently placed their hands on their assigned body parts. Then, in unison, they whispered, “We’ll-tickle-you-until-you-tell!”
And they tickled her. Everywhere, all at once. Probing, scraping, pinching, squeezing, poking, teasing, digging, wriggling. Max’s laughter mounted higher and higher. She soon got hysterical, delirious, writhing from side to side and squirming with abandon. The girls, at Auria’s command, would stop and start simultaneously, giving her rest, surprising her, not letting up. Auria would single out a body part for solo attention, one time having the tummy girls spend ten straight minutes jabbing Max’s sides and belly button and lightly running their nails over the finely-toned stomach muscles. Max bounced almost two feet off the bed when Kaitlin pulled a long, thin type of brush out of the soapy bucket and ran it between the four toe slots on each foot.
After many minutes, when she felt the moment had finally arrived, Auria replaced Kaitlin at the foot of the bed, got down on her knees, and leaned in toward Max’s yellow panties. All the other girls stopped tickling and Max lay there panting and sweating up a storm. The fight seemed to be gone from Max’s eyes. This was the part Auria adored. She reached up and with both hands grabbed Max just under the panties at the point where the legs meet the groin. “Who is Logan?” Auria asked quietly.
Weakly, Max rolled her head from side to side. “Must not tell you, must protect, you are bad…” her words trailed off.
“OK my dear, have it your way.” With thumb and fingers held like a wedge, Auria began to softly, but firmly squeeze Max at the base of the panties. Max’s mouth went open, but no sound emerged. She appeared to be frozen or in shock, but her breathing got heavier, deeper. “Oh no!” Auria taunted, “This doesn’t…tickle, does it? If I kept doing this, would it make you…laugh…? ” Max’s eyes were wide, staring ahead, and her limbs began to subtly vibrate.
Although she could barely think, Max made one desperate, heroic, mental effort to block the sensations flooding her sexual parts and spilling over into the rest of her body and mind. If only Auria would shut up and tickle…why does she keep talking to me? Hard enough to concentrate—wait—what is she saying now? No, don’t, don’t say that…please…not that…”
“…three of my favorite words, that’s right, it’s the only thing left to say, three little words…” she paused for effect, “…kitchie, kitchie koo!! kitchie, kitchie koo!!” Auria squeezed the area faster and harder and more tickly as she teased. “Kitchie…kitchie…kitchie…KOO!!”
Max took a huge breath, closed her eyes and roared, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HELP-HELP-I-I-I-I-CAN’T-CAN’T….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! MY GOD—IT TIIIIIIIIIICKLES!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!”
This went on for nearly fifteen minutes. Each time Auria squeezed, Max futilely pulled away with all her might. Then finally, exhausted, she stopped pulling or moving at all and dissolved into high-pitched fits of giggling. She was near the end of her defenses. “Heheheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASE!!” Max started whimpering. “Nomorenomorenomorenomorenomorenomore….”
As Auria kept playfully pressuring Max’s loins, she lowered her face into Max’s belly button and gently began to carress it with her tongue. In and around she licked and flicked and darted, circling and blowing lightly into that little depression, licking and poking and….
“I—I—I’IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!! I’LL TELL!!
I’LL TELL!! PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!! I’ll TELL, TELL, TELL!!!! JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSST STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPP NOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!
And tell she did—about Logan and her own X-5 abilities, about the plans to infiltrate Network computer operations and everything they knew about the cult’s illegal activities. Max talked and told secrets for two hours with occasional short reminder-tickles from Kim or Kaitlin or another girl, an armpit ‘specialist’, named Reema. But Auria never touched her again during the questions and the answers.
When they had finished with her, Max was unchained and re-chained, blindfolded and taken by truck to a spot near one of the city’s westernmost checkpoints. Eight Network girls released her in the middle of nowhere and then sped away.
***
From his wheelchair Logan Cale looked at Max sprawled out on his living room couch. She was wearing her sleeveless T-shirt and seemed completely wasted. A mixture of disappointment, frustration and amusement played on his face. “So, let me see if I have this…the Network interrogated you and broke you by tickling your feet, ribs and…other parts of your body. And this…tickling…was so…overwhelming, that you just had to tell them everything you know? Did I get it right?”
“Please don’t use the word ‘tell’…ever again,” Max said softly.
“Max, that is one of the craziest stories I’ve ever heard. I thought that after all this time we trusted each other, but if you don’t want me to know the truth—fine. I mean, cummon, tickling? And you couldn’t control yourself? I don’t even believe you’re ticklish.
“Hey buster,” Max was tired to the bone, but could still get angry. “How about if I just give you a sample…?” and she slowly raised herself from the bed.
“A sample of what—tickling? Oh right. Wiggle you fingers at me and I’ll just crumble. Poke my ribs and I’ll tell you all my secrets!”
Max came over and straddled Logan’s wheelchair. With her left hand she held the back of the chair and with the right she reached in and started squeezing Logan’s ribcage, gradually increasing speed and intensity. At first Logan just sat there, motionless and silent, and then when Max’s fingers went slightly lower….
“Whoooooaaah, hahahaha, wait a second, wait, hahaha, I mean, stop, Max , stop , no hohohahaha, MAX!”
But Max was enjoying this. She had to get back at someone today and Logan was being a total jerk.
“Hey, HAHAHA, no,no, Max, I’m sorry, nohahahano, hehehehe. I be-e-e-eeeeeliiiive you!” Seeing that she wouldn’t stop, and feeling, well, overwhelmed, Logan could think of only one thing to do. With both hands he reached up into Max’s smooth, exposed armpits and tickled for dear life.
“Aaaaaiiiiiyyyyyy, nooooooooooooooooo!” Max instantly stopped, got up and back-pedaled away from Logan.
“Hmmmm,” Logan murmured. “Apparently, you are a bit, uh, vulnerable to tickling. He smiled and started wheeling himself in Max’s direction, “I guess, for our security and your safety, we’d better get you trained and ready for future interrogations….”
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so i dont know how ticklish she was but those are the celebrities i would love to see or read about getting tickled
