Strelnikov
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by Strelnikov
Copyright 2003 by the author
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Meghan Meyer
The tiniest girl on Tickle Street, 18 years old, very small and petite, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled fair skin. Her father's job got transferred, so they ended up in Tieson City, on Tickle Street. She never knew that she had a nack for tickling… but she soon found out. For Meghan, Tickle Street is a target-rich environment, with plentiful opportunities to hone her skill.
Vicky and Veronica Righetti
They’re "mirror twins" - identical, but Vicky, the leader, is a lefty (Latin “sinister”) and Veronica is right handed. They’re 20 years old, medium height, with very trim and fit figures that they maintain by martial arts. They have shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, dark brows and lashes, brown eyes. They’re extremely ticklish, but since they’re a team, they don’t get tickled much.
Brittany Righetti
Brittany has lived all of her 18 years on Tickle Street. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful Italian face and features, curves in all the right places. She has a bit of an attitude, but it can quickly be destroyed if she's tickled. She's by far the most ticklish person on Tickle Street, and her twin older sisters Vicky and Veronica always take advantage of that.
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Meghan was in high spirits when she walked to Brittany’s house after school. Easter was a week away, the mall advertising was full of spring clothes. The cold weather had broken over the weekend – it was beginning to feel like springtime. And that suited Meghan just fine. She turned a cartwheel on the sidewalk, just for the joy of being alive.
She rang the doorbell. No answer. She reached out to ring again, but then the door opened. Not Brittany – one of her sisters – like everyone else, Meghan had a hard time telling them apart.
“What can I do for you, Meghan?”
“Hi. I wanted to borrow Brittany’s History class notes. Is she home?”
“Not yet,” the twin – Veronica? – replied. “She called and said she was gonna stop at the library. She should be home soon.” She held the door open. “Come in and wait if you want.”
Like Meghan, Veronica was dressed for the season in jeans and sweat shirt. But Veronica was barefoot, with the bottoms of her jeans legs rolled up.
Meghan didn’t know the twins well. They didn’t play with the other neighborhood girls in the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices (Tickle Street Chapter), though Brittany and Joanna were trying to get them to join. So far, they hadn’t convinced them.
Brittany and Joanna didn’t tell tales – the twins were family, after all – but the other long term residents had told Meghan all about them. They said that the twins were fiendish, inventive and enthusiastic ticklers who had elevated tickling to an art form, and that getting tickled by Vicky and Veronica was a truly memorable experience.
Meghan was skeptical. She and Brittany were the most skillful ticklers in the Society. Brittany was very, very good, but Meghan had considerable endurance – nearly as much as Candice, the most enthusiastic ‘lee in the group. Meghan had actually worn out a few of the other girls who had tickled her – though never Brittany.
But the twins had never tickled Meghan, or even taken much notice of her. Well, she had some time before Brittany was due back home. She would wait, pass the time with them and maybe get to know them a little better.
Meghan followed Veronica into the kitchen. Vicky was there, identically dressed, sitting in a kitchen chair with her bare feet in a basin of warm soapy water. “Hi, Meghan. Have a seat,” she said. “I think they’re ready, sis.”
Veronica pulled up another chair, put a towel over her lap and took Vicky’s extended foot. “Spring has sprung,” she said. “It’s gonna be be sandal weather soon. I’m doing a little spring cleaning on Vicky’s feet. She did mine before you showed up.” She picked a scrub brush up out of a plastic tote basket and scrubbed the sole. Vicky burst into ticklish laughter.
Veronica chatted with Meghan as she continued with the pedicure. Vicky giggled, laughed, giggled some more. Meghan knew that the twins’ feet were really ticklish – she had heard the story from Candice and Emily. She knew, too, that pedicures tickled like mischief. But this one seemed a little more tickly than most, and she said so.
“We’re pretty ticklish. It’s like this every time,” Veronica said. “Doing OK, sis?”
Vicky just laughed like mad.
Veronica finished with the foot and started on the other. She was more careful this time, or maybe Vicky just had a little better control, because there was less laughing. But near the end, Veronica did something – Meghan didn’t see what it was – that had Vicky howling with forced mirth. Wow, Meghan thought – she’s really ticklish! I’ve never laughed that hard during a pedicure!
Veronica finished up with lotion on Vicky’s feet. Even then, Vicky giggled.
Veronica wiped her hands on the towel while Vicky wiped away tears of laughter. And then the devil poked Meghan in the ribs. “Let me feel,” she said.
Vicky extended a foot. Meghan took it and traced a fingernail along the ends of Vicky’s toes. Vicky giggled. Encouraged, Meghan continued her finger tracing along the soft skin under the toes, watching them twitch and curl as a stream of little giggles came from Vicky. The giggles were non-stop as Meghan held the toes back and gently circled the ball of Vicky’s foot, stroked along the crease in the center of the sole, drew some figure-eight’s under the little toe, then continued down to the heel.
Sure enough, Veronica had done a fine job. The foot was baby soft, without a trace of callus. Even the heel – she made sure of that by drawing a few more figure-eight’s. Ticklish too – Vicky was giggling like a little girl. But enough fooling around. Meghan scrabbled her nails on Vicky’s arch, just ahead of the heel. Vicky threw her head back and laughed at the top of her lungs.
“Hey! Quit!” Veronica said.
Meghan kept on tickling. “She’s laughing too loud. Say again?” she said, pretending not to understand.
“I said, QUIT!” Veronica shouted.
“Oh! Sorry!” Meghan said, and stopped. But she wasn’t sorry – not at all. She envied Candice and Emily their experience of tickling the twins. These two would be an asset to the Society, great fun to tickle, if and when they joined.
“No big deal,” Vicky said, a little out of breath. “We’ll give you a pedicure too if you want one. It’ll save you some money.”
Veronica picked up the basin, emptied it into the sink and refilled it. “Sure – you have time, and we don’t mind.”
Meghan should have had better sense than to agree – and would have, if she had known them better. But she said “Sure – why not?”
She was about to find out.
Meghan pulled off her shoes and socks, rolled up her jeans legs. Veronica set the basin down, and Meghan put her feet in it. Vicky left, came back in a few minutes with a zippered cloth bag and two more towels. Veronica pulled up another chair, and the twins sat, towels over their laps. Each selected a tool from the tote and took one of Meghan’s feet.
It tickled horribly! Meghan giggled and laughed as the twins worked. Not everything they did tickled, but somehow, whenever one was doing something that didn’t, the other was doing something that did. It went on and on. Meghan gripped the sides of the chair seat, closed her eyes and endured, laughing like crazy.
The twins finished – finally – and lotioned Meghan’s feet. Even that tickled – they were using their nails, looking for traces of callus, they said.
Veronica dumped the basin again, while Vicky got the mop to clean up the spills. Meghan just sat there panting. It was a good job, it hadn’t taken long, and the price was right, but ghod! how it had tickled!
Suddenly her elbows were grabbed from behind and pulled back. She felt the mop handle slide crossways between her elbows and the chair back, then constriction as two electrician’s plastic zip ties bound her elbows to the handle. She yelped and tried to stand, but the twins had hold of the handle. A belt – two belts actually, linked together – went around her waist, binding her into the chair. She was trapped!
Vicky and Veronica came back around and took their seats again. They each grabbed a foot. Meghan struggled, tried to kick, but they were a lot stronger than they looked. She was well and truly had.
The twins grinned nastily. “We tickle tortured Brittany and Joanna…” Vicky began.
“…until they told us about…” Veronica continued.
“..everybody’s best tickle spots.”
“You’re about to experience…”
“THE AGONY OF DE FEET!” they finished, in chorus.
No question now who was who – Vicky tickled left-handed, Veronica used her right. Meghan arched her back and laughed her head off.
Vicky and Veronica were true artists, with a wide repertoire of techniques. Meghan laughed wildly as their tickling fingers explored her soles. Then they eased off, light flicks with the tips of their fingernails that produced a constant stream of giggles. Then heavier tickling again, and Meghan laughed while she struggled and squirmed and tried desperately to pull her feet away from their grip.
The twins held her toes back and tickled under them, then down onto the stretched out soles. They flicked their nails on the balls of her feet, tickled across to the outside, then back to the middle. They paid special attention to the exact middle of the soles, along the crease, where it really, really tickled. Meghan laughed helplessly, streams of laughter pouring out of her.
They were fearsomely skilled. They always let Meghan get just enough breath to laugh, and they never let her zone out. It didn’t last forever, but it seemed that way. She laughed helplessly at the top of her lungs until she thought she would go crazy. Meghan had a surprising amount of stamina and endurance, but they used it up, all of it, and they broke her.
They tickled back onto her soles again and picked up the pace. Meghan laughed herself breathless.
“Have we got your attention yet?” Vicky asked.
Meghan sat with her head down and struggled to get enough air. She was sweat soaked, her hair was a mess, her ribs and abs ached from laughing, her throat was desert dry. “Yes… yes… oh ghod… no more… I can’t take… any more…” she gasped.
“Then it’s time to teach you a lesson,” Vicky said. She unzipped the bag, extracted an electric toothbrush, and used it to give Meghan’s sole another minute of tickle torture. Meghan laughed like a madwoman, tears streaming down her face.
Vicky paused to let Meghan catch her breath. “You new girls were a bad influence,” she said. “We had the others under control, but they’re getting frisky now. It’s time to give some people’s attitudes a good spring cleaning.”
“It’s our fault too,” Veronica added as she took an old badger-bristle shaving brush out of the bag. “We weren’t paying attention.” She dusted the center of Meghan’s sole with the shaving brush, Vicky joined in with the tooth brush, and Meghan howled with forced mirth again. Through her laughter, Meghan heard them say, “Well, we’re ba-a-ck!”
The twins held her toes back again and tickled the stretched-out soles mercilessly, side to side, up and down the crease in the middle, around the balls. Meghan lapsed into ticklish delirium, laughing like mad. They threaded pieces of twine between her toes and pulled it back and forth, producing more helpless laughter. They flicked their fingernails in Meghan’s arches, fast as they could, while streams of ticklish laughter poured from her. They used hairbrushes – the sort with round plastic knobs on the bristles – to scrub her soles, and Meghan's’ laughter went off the scale.
They gave her a break – tickled down her arches to her heels and tickled there for a while, drawing circles and other tickling shapes. They spider walked their nails in her arches, continued with little flicks that didn’t make much contact but tickled like crazy. Then back to the soles again, using the shaving brush and tooth brush along the creases in the middle, and Meghan’s laughter went out of control. They tickled her for a long, long time, while Meghan laughed her head off, red faced, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks.
But all things must come to an end. They tickled between her toes and the soft skin underneath, and then back onto her soles again, fingers flying. Meghan had the breath tickled out of her for the second time that day.
They quit, and cut her loose. Her ribs and abs ached from laughing – it hurt to bend over. She left her jeans legs rolled up, stuffed her socks into her pocket and shoved her feet into her shoes. She wobbled a little when she stood up – she was still a little shaky.
She met Brittany coming up the sidewalk as she was leaving.
“Meghan – what’s wrong?” Brittany asked.
Meghan was hoarse from laughing. “Candice and Emily started something when they tickled the twins. It just bit me on the ass,” she husked out. “Vicky and Veronica tickled the shit out of me!” She brushed past Brittany and headed for home.
Brittany watched her go, then stood there thinking. Meghan was right – she and her friends had started something in motion. Vicky and Veronica’s reign of terror had begun.
***THE END***
Copyright 2003 by the author
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Meghan Meyer
The tiniest girl on Tickle Street, 18 years old, very small and petite, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled fair skin. Her father's job got transferred, so they ended up in Tieson City, on Tickle Street. She never knew that she had a nack for tickling… but she soon found out. For Meghan, Tickle Street is a target-rich environment, with plentiful opportunities to hone her skill.
Vicky and Veronica Righetti
They’re "mirror twins" - identical, but Vicky, the leader, is a lefty (Latin “sinister”) and Veronica is right handed. They’re 20 years old, medium height, with very trim and fit figures that they maintain by martial arts. They have shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, dark brows and lashes, brown eyes. They’re extremely ticklish, but since they’re a team, they don’t get tickled much.
Brittany Righetti
Brittany has lived all of her 18 years on Tickle Street. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful Italian face and features, curves in all the right places. She has a bit of an attitude, but it can quickly be destroyed if she's tickled. She's by far the most ticklish person on Tickle Street, and her twin older sisters Vicky and Veronica always take advantage of that.
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Meghan was in high spirits when she walked to Brittany’s house after school. Easter was a week away, the mall advertising was full of spring clothes. The cold weather had broken over the weekend – it was beginning to feel like springtime. And that suited Meghan just fine. She turned a cartwheel on the sidewalk, just for the joy of being alive.
She rang the doorbell. No answer. She reached out to ring again, but then the door opened. Not Brittany – one of her sisters – like everyone else, Meghan had a hard time telling them apart.
“What can I do for you, Meghan?”
“Hi. I wanted to borrow Brittany’s History class notes. Is she home?”
“Not yet,” the twin – Veronica? – replied. “She called and said she was gonna stop at the library. She should be home soon.” She held the door open. “Come in and wait if you want.”
Like Meghan, Veronica was dressed for the season in jeans and sweat shirt. But Veronica was barefoot, with the bottoms of her jeans legs rolled up.
Meghan didn’t know the twins well. They didn’t play with the other neighborhood girls in the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices (Tickle Street Chapter), though Brittany and Joanna were trying to get them to join. So far, they hadn’t convinced them.
Brittany and Joanna didn’t tell tales – the twins were family, after all – but the other long term residents had told Meghan all about them. They said that the twins were fiendish, inventive and enthusiastic ticklers who had elevated tickling to an art form, and that getting tickled by Vicky and Veronica was a truly memorable experience.
Meghan was skeptical. She and Brittany were the most skillful ticklers in the Society. Brittany was very, very good, but Meghan had considerable endurance – nearly as much as Candice, the most enthusiastic ‘lee in the group. Meghan had actually worn out a few of the other girls who had tickled her – though never Brittany.
But the twins had never tickled Meghan, or even taken much notice of her. Well, she had some time before Brittany was due back home. She would wait, pass the time with them and maybe get to know them a little better.
Meghan followed Veronica into the kitchen. Vicky was there, identically dressed, sitting in a kitchen chair with her bare feet in a basin of warm soapy water. “Hi, Meghan. Have a seat,” she said. “I think they’re ready, sis.”
Veronica pulled up another chair, put a towel over her lap and took Vicky’s extended foot. “Spring has sprung,” she said. “It’s gonna be be sandal weather soon. I’m doing a little spring cleaning on Vicky’s feet. She did mine before you showed up.” She picked a scrub brush up out of a plastic tote basket and scrubbed the sole. Vicky burst into ticklish laughter.
Veronica chatted with Meghan as she continued with the pedicure. Vicky giggled, laughed, giggled some more. Meghan knew that the twins’ feet were really ticklish – she had heard the story from Candice and Emily. She knew, too, that pedicures tickled like mischief. But this one seemed a little more tickly than most, and she said so.
“We’re pretty ticklish. It’s like this every time,” Veronica said. “Doing OK, sis?”
Vicky just laughed like mad.
Veronica finished with the foot and started on the other. She was more careful this time, or maybe Vicky just had a little better control, because there was less laughing. But near the end, Veronica did something – Meghan didn’t see what it was – that had Vicky howling with forced mirth. Wow, Meghan thought – she’s really ticklish! I’ve never laughed that hard during a pedicure!
Veronica finished up with lotion on Vicky’s feet. Even then, Vicky giggled.
Veronica wiped her hands on the towel while Vicky wiped away tears of laughter. And then the devil poked Meghan in the ribs. “Let me feel,” she said.
Vicky extended a foot. Meghan took it and traced a fingernail along the ends of Vicky’s toes. Vicky giggled. Encouraged, Meghan continued her finger tracing along the soft skin under the toes, watching them twitch and curl as a stream of little giggles came from Vicky. The giggles were non-stop as Meghan held the toes back and gently circled the ball of Vicky’s foot, stroked along the crease in the center of the sole, drew some figure-eight’s under the little toe, then continued down to the heel.
Sure enough, Veronica had done a fine job. The foot was baby soft, without a trace of callus. Even the heel – she made sure of that by drawing a few more figure-eight’s. Ticklish too – Vicky was giggling like a little girl. But enough fooling around. Meghan scrabbled her nails on Vicky’s arch, just ahead of the heel. Vicky threw her head back and laughed at the top of her lungs.
“Hey! Quit!” Veronica said.
Meghan kept on tickling. “She’s laughing too loud. Say again?” she said, pretending not to understand.
“I said, QUIT!” Veronica shouted.
“Oh! Sorry!” Meghan said, and stopped. But she wasn’t sorry – not at all. She envied Candice and Emily their experience of tickling the twins. These two would be an asset to the Society, great fun to tickle, if and when they joined.
“No big deal,” Vicky said, a little out of breath. “We’ll give you a pedicure too if you want one. It’ll save you some money.”
Veronica picked up the basin, emptied it into the sink and refilled it. “Sure – you have time, and we don’t mind.”
Meghan should have had better sense than to agree – and would have, if she had known them better. But she said “Sure – why not?”
She was about to find out.
Meghan pulled off her shoes and socks, rolled up her jeans legs. Veronica set the basin down, and Meghan put her feet in it. Vicky left, came back in a few minutes with a zippered cloth bag and two more towels. Veronica pulled up another chair, and the twins sat, towels over their laps. Each selected a tool from the tote and took one of Meghan’s feet.
It tickled horribly! Meghan giggled and laughed as the twins worked. Not everything they did tickled, but somehow, whenever one was doing something that didn’t, the other was doing something that did. It went on and on. Meghan gripped the sides of the chair seat, closed her eyes and endured, laughing like crazy.
The twins finished – finally – and lotioned Meghan’s feet. Even that tickled – they were using their nails, looking for traces of callus, they said.
Veronica dumped the basin again, while Vicky got the mop to clean up the spills. Meghan just sat there panting. It was a good job, it hadn’t taken long, and the price was right, but ghod! how it had tickled!
Suddenly her elbows were grabbed from behind and pulled back. She felt the mop handle slide crossways between her elbows and the chair back, then constriction as two electrician’s plastic zip ties bound her elbows to the handle. She yelped and tried to stand, but the twins had hold of the handle. A belt – two belts actually, linked together – went around her waist, binding her into the chair. She was trapped!
Vicky and Veronica came back around and took their seats again. They each grabbed a foot. Meghan struggled, tried to kick, but they were a lot stronger than they looked. She was well and truly had.
The twins grinned nastily. “We tickle tortured Brittany and Joanna…” Vicky began.
“…until they told us about…” Veronica continued.
“..everybody’s best tickle spots.”
“You’re about to experience…”
“THE AGONY OF DE FEET!” they finished, in chorus.
No question now who was who – Vicky tickled left-handed, Veronica used her right. Meghan arched her back and laughed her head off.
Vicky and Veronica were true artists, with a wide repertoire of techniques. Meghan laughed wildly as their tickling fingers explored her soles. Then they eased off, light flicks with the tips of their fingernails that produced a constant stream of giggles. Then heavier tickling again, and Meghan laughed while she struggled and squirmed and tried desperately to pull her feet away from their grip.
The twins held her toes back and tickled under them, then down onto the stretched out soles. They flicked their nails on the balls of her feet, tickled across to the outside, then back to the middle. They paid special attention to the exact middle of the soles, along the crease, where it really, really tickled. Meghan laughed helplessly, streams of laughter pouring out of her.
They were fearsomely skilled. They always let Meghan get just enough breath to laugh, and they never let her zone out. It didn’t last forever, but it seemed that way. She laughed helplessly at the top of her lungs until she thought she would go crazy. Meghan had a surprising amount of stamina and endurance, but they used it up, all of it, and they broke her.
They tickled back onto her soles again and picked up the pace. Meghan laughed herself breathless.
“Have we got your attention yet?” Vicky asked.
Meghan sat with her head down and struggled to get enough air. She was sweat soaked, her hair was a mess, her ribs and abs ached from laughing, her throat was desert dry. “Yes… yes… oh ghod… no more… I can’t take… any more…” she gasped.
“Then it’s time to teach you a lesson,” Vicky said. She unzipped the bag, extracted an electric toothbrush, and used it to give Meghan’s sole another minute of tickle torture. Meghan laughed like a madwoman, tears streaming down her face.
Vicky paused to let Meghan catch her breath. “You new girls were a bad influence,” she said. “We had the others under control, but they’re getting frisky now. It’s time to give some people’s attitudes a good spring cleaning.”
“It’s our fault too,” Veronica added as she took an old badger-bristle shaving brush out of the bag. “We weren’t paying attention.” She dusted the center of Meghan’s sole with the shaving brush, Vicky joined in with the tooth brush, and Meghan howled with forced mirth again. Through her laughter, Meghan heard them say, “Well, we’re ba-a-ck!”
The twins held her toes back again and tickled the stretched-out soles mercilessly, side to side, up and down the crease in the middle, around the balls. Meghan lapsed into ticklish delirium, laughing like mad. They threaded pieces of twine between her toes and pulled it back and forth, producing more helpless laughter. They flicked their fingernails in Meghan’s arches, fast as they could, while streams of ticklish laughter poured from her. They used hairbrushes – the sort with round plastic knobs on the bristles – to scrub her soles, and Meghan's’ laughter went off the scale.
They gave her a break – tickled down her arches to her heels and tickled there for a while, drawing circles and other tickling shapes. They spider walked their nails in her arches, continued with little flicks that didn’t make much contact but tickled like crazy. Then back to the soles again, using the shaving brush and tooth brush along the creases in the middle, and Meghan’s laughter went out of control. They tickled her for a long, long time, while Meghan laughed her head off, red faced, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks.
But all things must come to an end. They tickled between her toes and the soft skin underneath, and then back onto her soles again, fingers flying. Meghan had the breath tickled out of her for the second time that day.
They quit, and cut her loose. Her ribs and abs ached from laughing – it hurt to bend over. She left her jeans legs rolled up, stuffed her socks into her pocket and shoved her feet into her shoes. She wobbled a little when she stood up – she was still a little shaky.
She met Brittany coming up the sidewalk as she was leaving.
“Meghan – what’s wrong?” Brittany asked.
Meghan was hoarse from laughing. “Candice and Emily started something when they tickled the twins. It just bit me on the ass,” she husked out. “Vicky and Veronica tickled the shit out of me!” She brushed past Brittany and headed for home.
Brittany watched her go, then stood there thinking. Meghan was right – she and her friends had started something in motion. Vicky and Veronica’s reign of terror had begun.
***THE END***
