Part 3
Beth struggled against her bonds, tugging at her wrists and ankles, but
the soft silk rope the twins had tied her with held her tight on the
little bed. They had pulled off her shorts and panties before tying her
spread-eagled, and now she lay naked, alone in the van, while they went
shopping.
Beth had hitched a ride from the two beautiful redheaded girls, hoping to
get a little closer to her mom in Seattle for the holidays. Little had she
realized they how incredibly cruel and heartless the twins really
were--not until Tammi had handcuffed her, tied her down on the bed in the
back of the van, and subjected her to over an hour of nonstop tickling.
Tammi had tickled her feet until Beth was sure she was going to go insane.
Then Danni had then taken her turn, torturing her by tickling her ribs and
tummy for another hour. Beth didn't know how she had survived.
Now, upon reaching the tiny freeway town of Williamsburg, about an hour
from the Oregon border, the twins had pulled into the parking lot of a
Safeway, tied her again and gagged her, and left her alone. Danni had said
something about "getting some things to play with."
At least they had pulled the curtains shut, closing off the back of the
van from the driver's cabin and the windshield. Curtains covered the rear
windows. Beth lay, helpless and silent in a dark van, naked and awaiting a
fate at the hands of merciless girls who seemed to want nothing more than
to make her scream with tortured laughter.
She didn't know who these girls were, but they were unbelievably mean to
do this to her. If she didn't find a way to get away from them, they would
drive her mad with their horrible little games.
After almost half an hour, the side door suddenly slid back, bathing the
van's interior with bright sunlight, and Danni and Tammi climbed back in,
bearing paper bags. Danni closed the door and turned on the dome light,
and Tammi sat down on the bed, hip nestled against Beth's bare flank. "Hi,
Beth! Miss us?"
Beth tried to speak through the balled up bandanna that was held in her
mouth with electrical tape. "Mmm! Mmm--hmm?" Please, let me go!
"Look at all the cool stuff we've got to play with," Tammi said, spilling
the bag on the bed. "We got us a nice big brush with plastic bristles, a
bag of ice, and a six-pack of really cold Pepsi." She held each thing up
for Beth to see, and the bound girl's brown eyes turned even more
pleading.
"If we run out of stuff to do with those," Danni said, opening a Nylon
overnight bag, "we've got the old standbys." She pulled out a couple of
shimmering peacock plumes and a featherduster.
Tammi packed the Pepsi and the ice away in an Styrofoam ice chest, then
looked down at their captive. "This is SO great having you here with us,
Beth. Just you and us, and we can play all kinds of fun games!"
"And you were bitching about the trip being boring," Danni said.
"That was before we met Beth!"
Tammi leaned down and kissed Beth on the tip of her nose, soft lips
tasting her salty skin. Another kiss on the forehead, and a few more on
her cheeks. Beth nipples, which had softened during her time alone, popped
up again, pebbly and puckered. These girls were so nice and sweet when
they weren't tickling--Beth found herself wanting them like she'd wanted
no one in her life--but every tenderness they showed was always followed
by torment...
Tammi's warm and wet mouth worked its way down her neck to the hollow
between her collarbones. Her lips sucked at it while her tongue flicked
against it. Beth tightened, arms going rigid over her head, and she
giggled into the gag. The harder Tammi sucked, the harder she giggled,
until she was squirming again, arms and legs twisting against their ropes.
While Tammi tasted their prisoner, Danni got back into the driver's seat
and pulled the van out of the parking lot. She drove five or six miles
down the freeway and pulled over again. She shut off the engine, climbed
into the passenger compartment again, and drew the curtains.
By then, Beth's breasts were covered with Tammi's warm saliva, glistening
in the white dome light. Tammi's pursed lips encircled a taut nipple and
caressed the little bud of tender flesh, and Beth moaned through her gag,
rolling her head and jerking her hips. Looking closely, Danni could see
the hard nubbin of her clitty, almost glowing the color of red wine,
pulsing amid her pubic curls.
"I got an idea. Let's shave her so we can play with her clitty easier."
Danni dug into her vanity case and brought out a lady's leg razor and a
can of feminine shaving gel.
Flushed with arousal, Beth's face jerked up and her eyes went from steamy
to imploring. "Oh, Beth, do you wanna say something? Hm? Here, we can take
this off now that we're not in the parking lot." Danni gently peeled the
tape off and pulled the bandanna, moist with Beth's own saliva, out of her
mouth.
"P-please, don't shave me!" she said breathlessly, even as Tammi's mouth
glided over to her other nipple and sucked it. "Don't, I-I've never been
shaved, and I don't want to be! Just let me up, right now! Eeep!" She
squealed when Tammi nipped her nipple with her teeth. Not hard, but
firmly. She rolled it lightly between her incisors, stretched it, then let
go. Beth's eyes rolled back, and she sighed. She'd never felt another
woman's mouth on her breasts and nipples. Her body was on fire with new
sensations, new feelings, new nerve endings she had never known were
there. If only they wouldn't tickle--
Danni released a glossy green glob of shaving gel into her palm, popped
the plastic cover off the razor with her thumb, and started spreading the
gel over Beth's pubic hair. At first the bound girl jerked, then her hips
rotated in tight, sensuous curves as Danni's hand worked the gel into a
lather.
"Ohhhh--ohhhhhh! Oh, p-please, stop..." Beth breathed. "Hhhhh, ahhhhh,
oooo! Oooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, that's feels sooo nice..."
Another squeal when Danni's fingers went over her upstanding clit. "Eeeee!
Ohhhh, there, please, rub me! Rub me!"
"Not yet," Danni whispered, "that's for later." She gently placed the
razor against Beth's white skin. "Now hold still." She started shaving.
Tammi's tongue continued teasing her nipples, making it extremely
difficult for her to hold still. Finally, taking some kind of pity on her,
Tammi's mouth met Beth's own, and their tongues rubbed on each other. She
still squirmed, wanting to take the freckle-faced redhead in her arms and
hold her tight, but at least she was leaving her nipples alone. Danni
shaved her quick and skillfully, taking off the hair she'd had all her
adult life, and soon the space between her thighs was alabaster-white,
denuded.
Danni wiped the lather and hair away with the bandanna, and looked at
Beth's pussy. Her lips were spread and swollen, and sweet-smelling
lovejuice leaked from her pink core, releasing a nonstop flow down into
the crevice between her full buttocks. There was already a sizeable stain
on the mattress, and it was growing.
"And there it is!" Danni got down on her elbows looked close. Beth's tiny
clit stood upright, raised out of its sheath like a throbbing lighthouse
of sensuality. Danni blew on it, making it and its owner twitch. She did
it again, then dribbled a little saliva on it, covering the aroused nubbin
with warm spittle.
"I just looove playing with helpless little clitties! Hee hee! This is--"
Tammi raised her lips from Beth's "This is--"
"Sooo much FUN!!" they said together, and giggled wildly.
Beth could only groan, fearing what they would do to her next, just how
they would threaten her sanity.
"Okay, here's the little game we're gonna play, Beth," Danni said. "Now
listen carefully, 'cuz you have to play by the rules. 'Kay?"
Beth closed her eyes, but a sharp pinch on her tummy opened them again.
"'Kay?" Danni repeated.
"Okay," Beth whined. "Please, just don't tickle--"
"We're gonna play a trivia game," Danni said.
"Ticklish trivia?" Tammi asked.
"Yup."
"Cool!"
"Oh, God, no--"
"Here's how we play," Danni went on. "You're the contestant, Beth, and we
ask you trivia questions. The first ones are pretty easy, but they get
harder. If you answer right, then Tammi here gets to lick your clitty for
a while. Maybe you'll cum, maybe you won't, but that's up to her."
Tammi smiled at her. Beth liked the sound of that.
"But if you get the answer wrong, then she gets to tickle you for fifteen
minutes. She'll tickle you nonstop, for the full time, and if you do
something naughty like faint, then she'll stop, and when you wake up, the
fifteen minutes starts all over again. 'Kay?"
Beth didn't like the sound of that. "Wait! Don't do this! It's torture,
don't you know that?! You're so mean to do this!"
"Relax, Beth," Tammi said, stroking her hair. "It's only tickling. It's
not like we're *hurting* you. We'd never do that."
"But, but, but--"
"Now, we have rules we have to follow, too," Danni said. "We have to
tickle you in alphabetical order. The first time you get an answer wrong,
we'll tickle your armpits. The second time you get one wrong, it's your
belly button."
"Then your boobies," Tammi said. "And then your navel--"
"But belly buttons and navels are the same thing!" Beth cried. "You'll be
tickling my belly button twice! Oh, God, don't!"
"After that, your ribs, and then your titties!"
"No! Boobies and titties are the same! This is just an excuse to tickle
me, isn't it? Pleeeze, just let me up!"
"And lastly, if you miss our jackpot question," said Danni, "we'll tickle
your feet for an hour."
"Don't worry, Beth," Tammi said. "It'll be fun, and the questions aren't
hard at all. Just try your best. It's all we can ask."
Danni handed Tammi the hairbrush with the plastic bristles. Tammi climbed
onto the bed and knelt next to Beth. She looked at her upstretched arms,
pale and slender, and her gaze went slowly down to her open and vulnerable
underarms. White and smooth, they waited for her and her brush, as did the
rest of Beth's helpless body.
"Let's begin." Danni pulled out a stack of three-by-five cards, peeled the
rubber band off it, and held up the first card. This was a game she had
played with Tammi more than once, when she had managed to get her sister
into bondage. "First question: how many jade elephants does Danni Arcadia
have in her collection?"
"What? What kind of question is that?" Beth wriggled in her bonds. "That's
not even fair! How can I know how many jade elephants you have? I've never
even *seen* a jade elephant!"
Danni shook her head sadly. "Too bad. Missing the first question is a bad
sign. But, look, it's a real, honest-to-God question." She held the card
out for her to see. The question was handwritten. "Tammi?"
Tammi placed the plastic bristles against the inside of Beth's elbow and
massaged the brush in a little circle, pressing the tiny knobs into her
soft flesh. Beth squirmed, her arm tensing against the rope around her
wrist. "No, no, oh, please--"
The bristles left her elbow and went slowly down the gentle curve of her
bicep, over the bulge of her bunched-up shoulder, and down into her open
armpit. Beth yelped. Tammi smiled, delighted with such a spirited initial
reaction, and pushed the bristles deep into Beth's skin and scrubbed them
around.
Beth erupted once more into a tirade of helpless squealing and laughter.
"Heee heee heee! Ohohoh--ahah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! D-don't d-d-do
that! Tahahmmmeeee!"
Danni touched a button on her Ironwoman Triathlon watch. "'Kay, fifteen
minutes. Go!"
Tammi scrubbed her armpit long and hard, making it red and warm with
scratch marks, and, of course, tickling Beth half to death. She made
circles for a while, then figure-eights, tracing the outline of the
underarm before streaking the brush through its center, while always drove
a squeal from their captive's undulating chest. But she soon learned what
really drove Beth crazy.
She started making brush-strokes, as if she were brushing hair, up and
down through the armpit. Each upstroke, applied with just enough pressure
to make the bristles bend a little, left subtle pink marks in its wake,
and made Beth scream and buck on the bed. A few minutes of such brushing,
and perspiration began dribbling into the armpit. Tammi brushed it all
around, and occasionally took the time to run a finger through the
underarm. Then, while she brushed, she sniffed her fingertip, and licked
it clean. "She smells so good, Danni. All hot and excited! Koochie,
koochie, Beth! Koochie, koochie, koo!"
Danni told her she had five minutes left, so Tammi leaned across Beth to
do her other underarm. She started with the circles again, and while she
still laughed terribly, it didn't tickle like the brush-strokes had. Beth
almost felt as if she could stand it. But then, just as she felt she could
maybe regain some part of her shaking sanity, Tammi started the
brush-strokes again, and she exploded into wild screams again. Tammi went
hard and fast, and even let the brush slid down onto her ribs at the
bottom of each downstroke.
"Now, now, Tammi, remember the rules. We're just tickling her armpits,
right now."
"Party pooper."
"Well, sometimes." Danni giggled, then checked her watch. "Time's up,
anyway. Let's go on." She slipped the card onto the bottom of the thick
deck.
Tammi reluctantly stopped, and put the brush down. Beth went slack in her
bonds, her face flushed and sparkling with sweat. Tammi put the brush down
bounced on her knees, waiting for the next question. She loved this
game--as long as she wasn't the contestant.
"Second question: How many freckles does Tammi Arcadia have?"
Beth opened her eyes. "I--I don't know! How can I know that?"
"You could count them," Danni suggested.
Beth's heart soared with hope. Tammi obligingly turned her freckled face
toward her, and she counted like crazy, not knowing how much time Danni
would give her. Tammi smiled as she did so. "Forty-three!" Beth announced.
"Forty-three. I got it right!"
"No, I'm afraid not, Beth. Tammi has four hundred and thirty-six freckles."
"No! I counted, Danni! Come on, be nice!"
"I asked you how many freckles she had, and I didn't say just on her face.
She's got freckles on her shoulders and arms and boobies! Not to mention
her knees and toes. Nope, sorry, you lose."
"But I can't see all her freckles! Not through her clothes! Oh, goddam you
two! You're both the cruelest girls I've ever met!"
Tammi shucked her top and bra, leaving her full breasts bare. "There, that
better? Now you can count them while I tickle." Tammi brought the bag of
ice out of the ice chest, opened it, and took handful of ice cubes out.
"Now, time for the belly button!"
"Please please pleeeeeze! Don't TOUCH my belly button! Tammi, please, just
put that ice down and listen to me! LISTEN to me--EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Tammi had dropped the handful of ice on her bare stomach. The ice cubes
hit and bounced, and most skittered down her sides to the mattress, while
a few stayed on her tummy, and Tammi pushed them together on top of her
navel. They burned her soft flesh, and seemed to freeze her delicate belly
button when Tammi took one and popped it into the dimple. Beth bucked and
succeeded in knocking the rest of them off her belly.
Tammi straddled her and sat down on her naked hips to pin her to the bed.
She collected the ice cubes again and put them on her tummy, making sure
the one was still firmly lodged in her navel. Beth giggled, and Tammi took
the cue and wiggled the cube around inside her navel, pushing it against
the spongy walls and poking it down against the rumpled skin at the
bottom.
"Ooooohhh, take them away! Oh, pleeeze, that's cold!
Cold--ahhhhhhhhhhh-hah ha ha! Tammmeeeee! Take it out of m-my b-b-belly
b-button! Hee hee--ahhhhhhhhh!"
Beth twisted, wailing and giggling. Tammi scooped up some more ice and
packed it in around her flanks. Beth's tummy flushed with the cold, and
twitched as she continued tormented the navel with the half-melted cube.
When it got too small to be of any use, she got a new one, and probed in
and around her belly button with it, finally using it as a tiny jackhammer
against the fleshy navel knot, which made Beth howl.
"Five minutes," Danni said.
"'Kay." Tammi scooped the ice away from her tummy. Goosebumps layered upon
each other all over the wriggling belly, highest around her navel. Tammi
bent down and closed her lips around her belly button and let the ice cube
drop into it. Then she blew bubbles around the cube, blowing hard and fast
on the pink tummy. Beth gasped, hiccupped, and laughed horribly, and after
five minutes of it, started coughing on her own lack of breath.
To Beth's eternal relief, Danni called time. Beth tried to catch her
breath as Tammi cleaned the ice off the bed and Danni went on to the next
question. "Question Number Three: How many orgasms did Tammi Arcadia give
her sister Danni last night?"
Beth only shook her head, resigned. "I don't know. Three?"
Danni laughed. "That's funny. You're only one off. Four."
Tammi picked up a frilly featherduster and straddled her again. "You're
not very good at this game, are you, Beth? Oh, well--here we go!" She
lowered featherduster onto her left breast. Beth's back arched, and she
squirmed, yanking on her trapped wrists, trying to somehow get away from
the intolerably light and teasing feelings of the feathertips. But they
came down onto her boobie and spread out, completely engulfing the petite
cone and its swollen nipple. Beth held her breath and stayed still, trying
not to make the feathers move against her skin.
Tammi grinned. "Don't move, Beth. If you do, the feathers will tickle you!
Just stay perfectly still..." Of course, she didn't give her much of a
respite but started turning the duster between her palms, making the
colorful plumes rotate on her breast. The ghostly filaments stroked her
tingling, tortured flesh, and it started all over again. First the
giggles, then the laughter. Helpless, forced laughter.
Tammi twirled the duster faster and faster, until the plumes were a blur
hovering over the shaking, quivering tittie. She could see the nipple
swelling even further and turning upward, puckering deep in the center.
She stayed on that boob for about five minutes, then skated the duster
across her slender cleavage to the other, and tickled it in like manner.
Beth's toes pulled back and her fists balled as her tender titties were so
mistreated, subjected to such unbearable torment. It was worse that
anything they'd done to her so far. She screamed, but soon lost her breath
again.
Deep inside, her spasming pelvic muscles pushed on her bladder, grown
heavy and bloated with hours of bondage with no release. She felt, through
the burning haze of tickle torture, the sudden need, but her mind crumbled
into hysterical tatters before she could try to make the words to beg them
to let her go pee. She laughed and laughed and laughed, as Tammi dusted
her boobies. Her bladder sloshed around inside her, pushed and pushed on,
striving to relieve itself. She clenched down hard, trying to keep
everything closed.
Tammi, a long-time connoiseur of tickling, recognized what was going on.
She knew that look of depserate concentration on Beth's face. "Danni! I
think she's about to let go! How much time do I have left?"
"Seven minutes, thirty seconds."
"I can do it! I know I can!" She gripped the duster tight between her
hands and spun it as fast as she could, slipping back and forth between
the bouncing breasts, switching between them at irregular times so Beth
wouldn't get used to the change. Her eyes rolled when they were open, but
most of the time they were squeezed shut as she tried with all her
dwindling might to keep her urethra closed. Screeching laughter filled the
van, more than drowning out the noise of passing traffic.
"Danni--"
"Got it, Sis!" Danni crawled up to Beth's head and clamped her hand over
her mouth, stopping the flow of laughter. Beth's torture immediately
redoubled when she couldn't express it. Something inside her coiled, ready
to spring and tear her apart. Her back arched off the bed, raising Tammi
up, until only her shoulders and heels were still touching the mattress.
Then she broke. Unbearable torment sprang open inside her, and a fizzing,
bubbly yellow stream erupted from under her clitty, arced through the air,
and splashed the bed between her ankles. It spouted again and maintained,
draining Beth of the Cokes she'd had before the twins had picked her up.
"Hooray! Yay for Beth!" they shouted together, and Tammi continued
tickling as Danni watched the steaming stream pulse a few times, then
waver and descend. It turned into a trickle that wetted Beth's pussy.
Eventually the trickle stopped. Tammi tickled for the rest of her allotted
time while Danni kept her hand over Beth's mouth.
When they stopped, Beth collapsed, going limp in her spread-eagle. The
twins got off the bed and inspected the enormous wet spot between her
legs. "Naughty, naughty," Danni said. "Bad girl, going pee-pee on our
friend's bed."
"This is how she pays us back for giving her a ride."
"We'll have to punish her. But after the game."
"'Kay! Next question, Danni!"
Beth lay, exhausted, broken, sanity cracked by prolonged tickling. And
there were still four questions to go.
Beth struggled against her bonds, tugging at her wrists and ankles, but
the soft silk rope the twins had tied her with held her tight on the
little bed. They had pulled off her shorts and panties before tying her
spread-eagled, and now she lay naked, alone in the van, while they went
shopping.
Beth had hitched a ride from the two beautiful redheaded girls, hoping to
get a little closer to her mom in Seattle for the holidays. Little had she
realized they how incredibly cruel and heartless the twins really
were--not until Tammi had handcuffed her, tied her down on the bed in the
back of the van, and subjected her to over an hour of nonstop tickling.
Tammi had tickled her feet until Beth was sure she was going to go insane.
Then Danni had then taken her turn, torturing her by tickling her ribs and
tummy for another hour. Beth didn't know how she had survived.
Now, upon reaching the tiny freeway town of Williamsburg, about an hour
from the Oregon border, the twins had pulled into the parking lot of a
Safeway, tied her again and gagged her, and left her alone. Danni had said
something about "getting some things to play with."
At least they had pulled the curtains shut, closing off the back of the
van from the driver's cabin and the windshield. Curtains covered the rear
windows. Beth lay, helpless and silent in a dark van, naked and awaiting a
fate at the hands of merciless girls who seemed to want nothing more than
to make her scream with tortured laughter.
She didn't know who these girls were, but they were unbelievably mean to
do this to her. If she didn't find a way to get away from them, they would
drive her mad with their horrible little games.
After almost half an hour, the side door suddenly slid back, bathing the
van's interior with bright sunlight, and Danni and Tammi climbed back in,
bearing paper bags. Danni closed the door and turned on the dome light,
and Tammi sat down on the bed, hip nestled against Beth's bare flank. "Hi,
Beth! Miss us?"
Beth tried to speak through the balled up bandanna that was held in her
mouth with electrical tape. "Mmm! Mmm--hmm?" Please, let me go!
"Look at all the cool stuff we've got to play with," Tammi said, spilling
the bag on the bed. "We got us a nice big brush with plastic bristles, a
bag of ice, and a six-pack of really cold Pepsi." She held each thing up
for Beth to see, and the bound girl's brown eyes turned even more
pleading.
"If we run out of stuff to do with those," Danni said, opening a Nylon
overnight bag, "we've got the old standbys." She pulled out a couple of
shimmering peacock plumes and a featherduster.
Tammi packed the Pepsi and the ice away in an Styrofoam ice chest, then
looked down at their captive. "This is SO great having you here with us,
Beth. Just you and us, and we can play all kinds of fun games!"
"And you were bitching about the trip being boring," Danni said.
"That was before we met Beth!"
Tammi leaned down and kissed Beth on the tip of her nose, soft lips
tasting her salty skin. Another kiss on the forehead, and a few more on
her cheeks. Beth nipples, which had softened during her time alone, popped
up again, pebbly and puckered. These girls were so nice and sweet when
they weren't tickling--Beth found herself wanting them like she'd wanted
no one in her life--but every tenderness they showed was always followed
by torment...
Tammi's warm and wet mouth worked its way down her neck to the hollow
between her collarbones. Her lips sucked at it while her tongue flicked
against it. Beth tightened, arms going rigid over her head, and she
giggled into the gag. The harder Tammi sucked, the harder she giggled,
until she was squirming again, arms and legs twisting against their ropes.
While Tammi tasted their prisoner, Danni got back into the driver's seat
and pulled the van out of the parking lot. She drove five or six miles
down the freeway and pulled over again. She shut off the engine, climbed
into the passenger compartment again, and drew the curtains.
By then, Beth's breasts were covered with Tammi's warm saliva, glistening
in the white dome light. Tammi's pursed lips encircled a taut nipple and
caressed the little bud of tender flesh, and Beth moaned through her gag,
rolling her head and jerking her hips. Looking closely, Danni could see
the hard nubbin of her clitty, almost glowing the color of red wine,
pulsing amid her pubic curls.
"I got an idea. Let's shave her so we can play with her clitty easier."
Danni dug into her vanity case and brought out a lady's leg razor and a
can of feminine shaving gel.
Flushed with arousal, Beth's face jerked up and her eyes went from steamy
to imploring. "Oh, Beth, do you wanna say something? Hm? Here, we can take
this off now that we're not in the parking lot." Danni gently peeled the
tape off and pulled the bandanna, moist with Beth's own saliva, out of her
mouth.
"P-please, don't shave me!" she said breathlessly, even as Tammi's mouth
glided over to her other nipple and sucked it. "Don't, I-I've never been
shaved, and I don't want to be! Just let me up, right now! Eeep!" She
squealed when Tammi nipped her nipple with her teeth. Not hard, but
firmly. She rolled it lightly between her incisors, stretched it, then let
go. Beth's eyes rolled back, and she sighed. She'd never felt another
woman's mouth on her breasts and nipples. Her body was on fire with new
sensations, new feelings, new nerve endings she had never known were
there. If only they wouldn't tickle--
Danni released a glossy green glob of shaving gel into her palm, popped
the plastic cover off the razor with her thumb, and started spreading the
gel over Beth's pubic hair. At first the bound girl jerked, then her hips
rotated in tight, sensuous curves as Danni's hand worked the gel into a
lather.
"Ohhhh--ohhhhhh! Oh, p-please, stop..." Beth breathed. "Hhhhh, ahhhhh,
oooo! Oooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, that's feels sooo nice..."
Another squeal when Danni's fingers went over her upstanding clit. "Eeeee!
Ohhhh, there, please, rub me! Rub me!"
"Not yet," Danni whispered, "that's for later." She gently placed the
razor against Beth's white skin. "Now hold still." She started shaving.
Tammi's tongue continued teasing her nipples, making it extremely
difficult for her to hold still. Finally, taking some kind of pity on her,
Tammi's mouth met Beth's own, and their tongues rubbed on each other. She
still squirmed, wanting to take the freckle-faced redhead in her arms and
hold her tight, but at least she was leaving her nipples alone. Danni
shaved her quick and skillfully, taking off the hair she'd had all her
adult life, and soon the space between her thighs was alabaster-white,
denuded.
Danni wiped the lather and hair away with the bandanna, and looked at
Beth's pussy. Her lips were spread and swollen, and sweet-smelling
lovejuice leaked from her pink core, releasing a nonstop flow down into
the crevice between her full buttocks. There was already a sizeable stain
on the mattress, and it was growing.
"And there it is!" Danni got down on her elbows looked close. Beth's tiny
clit stood upright, raised out of its sheath like a throbbing lighthouse
of sensuality. Danni blew on it, making it and its owner twitch. She did
it again, then dribbled a little saliva on it, covering the aroused nubbin
with warm spittle.
"I just looove playing with helpless little clitties! Hee hee! This is--"
Tammi raised her lips from Beth's "This is--"
"Sooo much FUN!!" they said together, and giggled wildly.
Beth could only groan, fearing what they would do to her next, just how
they would threaten her sanity.
"Okay, here's the little game we're gonna play, Beth," Danni said. "Now
listen carefully, 'cuz you have to play by the rules. 'Kay?"
Beth closed her eyes, but a sharp pinch on her tummy opened them again.
"'Kay?" Danni repeated.
"Okay," Beth whined. "Please, just don't tickle--"
"We're gonna play a trivia game," Danni said.
"Ticklish trivia?" Tammi asked.
"Yup."
"Cool!"
"Oh, God, no--"
"Here's how we play," Danni went on. "You're the contestant, Beth, and we
ask you trivia questions. The first ones are pretty easy, but they get
harder. If you answer right, then Tammi here gets to lick your clitty for
a while. Maybe you'll cum, maybe you won't, but that's up to her."
Tammi smiled at her. Beth liked the sound of that.
"But if you get the answer wrong, then she gets to tickle you for fifteen
minutes. She'll tickle you nonstop, for the full time, and if you do
something naughty like faint, then she'll stop, and when you wake up, the
fifteen minutes starts all over again. 'Kay?"
Beth didn't like the sound of that. "Wait! Don't do this! It's torture,
don't you know that?! You're so mean to do this!"
"Relax, Beth," Tammi said, stroking her hair. "It's only tickling. It's
not like we're *hurting* you. We'd never do that."
"But, but, but--"
"Now, we have rules we have to follow, too," Danni said. "We have to
tickle you in alphabetical order. The first time you get an answer wrong,
we'll tickle your armpits. The second time you get one wrong, it's your
belly button."
"Then your boobies," Tammi said. "And then your navel--"
"But belly buttons and navels are the same thing!" Beth cried. "You'll be
tickling my belly button twice! Oh, God, don't!"
"After that, your ribs, and then your titties!"
"No! Boobies and titties are the same! This is just an excuse to tickle
me, isn't it? Pleeeze, just let me up!"
"And lastly, if you miss our jackpot question," said Danni, "we'll tickle
your feet for an hour."
"Don't worry, Beth," Tammi said. "It'll be fun, and the questions aren't
hard at all. Just try your best. It's all we can ask."
Danni handed Tammi the hairbrush with the plastic bristles. Tammi climbed
onto the bed and knelt next to Beth. She looked at her upstretched arms,
pale and slender, and her gaze went slowly down to her open and vulnerable
underarms. White and smooth, they waited for her and her brush, as did the
rest of Beth's helpless body.
"Let's begin." Danni pulled out a stack of three-by-five cards, peeled the
rubber band off it, and held up the first card. This was a game she had
played with Tammi more than once, when she had managed to get her sister
into bondage. "First question: how many jade elephants does Danni Arcadia
have in her collection?"
"What? What kind of question is that?" Beth wriggled in her bonds. "That's
not even fair! How can I know how many jade elephants you have? I've never
even *seen* a jade elephant!"
Danni shook her head sadly. "Too bad. Missing the first question is a bad
sign. But, look, it's a real, honest-to-God question." She held the card
out for her to see. The question was handwritten. "Tammi?"
Tammi placed the plastic bristles against the inside of Beth's elbow and
massaged the brush in a little circle, pressing the tiny knobs into her
soft flesh. Beth squirmed, her arm tensing against the rope around her
wrist. "No, no, oh, please--"
The bristles left her elbow and went slowly down the gentle curve of her
bicep, over the bulge of her bunched-up shoulder, and down into her open
armpit. Beth yelped. Tammi smiled, delighted with such a spirited initial
reaction, and pushed the bristles deep into Beth's skin and scrubbed them
around.
Beth erupted once more into a tirade of helpless squealing and laughter.
"Heee heee heee! Ohohoh--ahah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! D-don't d-d-do
that! Tahahmmmeeee!"
Danni touched a button on her Ironwoman Triathlon watch. "'Kay, fifteen
minutes. Go!"
Tammi scrubbed her armpit long and hard, making it red and warm with
scratch marks, and, of course, tickling Beth half to death. She made
circles for a while, then figure-eights, tracing the outline of the
underarm before streaking the brush through its center, while always drove
a squeal from their captive's undulating chest. But she soon learned what
really drove Beth crazy.
She started making brush-strokes, as if she were brushing hair, up and
down through the armpit. Each upstroke, applied with just enough pressure
to make the bristles bend a little, left subtle pink marks in its wake,
and made Beth scream and buck on the bed. A few minutes of such brushing,
and perspiration began dribbling into the armpit. Tammi brushed it all
around, and occasionally took the time to run a finger through the
underarm. Then, while she brushed, she sniffed her fingertip, and licked
it clean. "She smells so good, Danni. All hot and excited! Koochie,
koochie, Beth! Koochie, koochie, koo!"
Danni told her she had five minutes left, so Tammi leaned across Beth to
do her other underarm. She started with the circles again, and while she
still laughed terribly, it didn't tickle like the brush-strokes had. Beth
almost felt as if she could stand it. But then, just as she felt she could
maybe regain some part of her shaking sanity, Tammi started the
brush-strokes again, and she exploded into wild screams again. Tammi went
hard and fast, and even let the brush slid down onto her ribs at the
bottom of each downstroke.
"Now, now, Tammi, remember the rules. We're just tickling her armpits,
right now."
"Party pooper."
"Well, sometimes." Danni giggled, then checked her watch. "Time's up,
anyway. Let's go on." She slipped the card onto the bottom of the thick
deck.
Tammi reluctantly stopped, and put the brush down. Beth went slack in her
bonds, her face flushed and sparkling with sweat. Tammi put the brush down
bounced on her knees, waiting for the next question. She loved this
game--as long as she wasn't the contestant.
"Second question: How many freckles does Tammi Arcadia have?"
Beth opened her eyes. "I--I don't know! How can I know that?"
"You could count them," Danni suggested.
Beth's heart soared with hope. Tammi obligingly turned her freckled face
toward her, and she counted like crazy, not knowing how much time Danni
would give her. Tammi smiled as she did so. "Forty-three!" Beth announced.
"Forty-three. I got it right!"
"No, I'm afraid not, Beth. Tammi has four hundred and thirty-six freckles."
"No! I counted, Danni! Come on, be nice!"
"I asked you how many freckles she had, and I didn't say just on her face.
She's got freckles on her shoulders and arms and boobies! Not to mention
her knees and toes. Nope, sorry, you lose."
"But I can't see all her freckles! Not through her clothes! Oh, goddam you
two! You're both the cruelest girls I've ever met!"
Tammi shucked her top and bra, leaving her full breasts bare. "There, that
better? Now you can count them while I tickle." Tammi brought the bag of
ice out of the ice chest, opened it, and took handful of ice cubes out.
"Now, time for the belly button!"
"Please please pleeeeeze! Don't TOUCH my belly button! Tammi, please, just
put that ice down and listen to me! LISTEN to me--EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Tammi had dropped the handful of ice on her bare stomach. The ice cubes
hit and bounced, and most skittered down her sides to the mattress, while
a few stayed on her tummy, and Tammi pushed them together on top of her
navel. They burned her soft flesh, and seemed to freeze her delicate belly
button when Tammi took one and popped it into the dimple. Beth bucked and
succeeded in knocking the rest of them off her belly.
Tammi straddled her and sat down on her naked hips to pin her to the bed.
She collected the ice cubes again and put them on her tummy, making sure
the one was still firmly lodged in her navel. Beth giggled, and Tammi took
the cue and wiggled the cube around inside her navel, pushing it against
the spongy walls and poking it down against the rumpled skin at the
bottom.
"Ooooohhh, take them away! Oh, pleeeze, that's cold!
Cold--ahhhhhhhhhhh-hah ha ha! Tammmeeeee! Take it out of m-my b-b-belly
b-button! Hee hee--ahhhhhhhhh!"
Beth twisted, wailing and giggling. Tammi scooped up some more ice and
packed it in around her flanks. Beth's tummy flushed with the cold, and
twitched as she continued tormented the navel with the half-melted cube.
When it got too small to be of any use, she got a new one, and probed in
and around her belly button with it, finally using it as a tiny jackhammer
against the fleshy navel knot, which made Beth howl.
"Five minutes," Danni said.
"'Kay." Tammi scooped the ice away from her tummy. Goosebumps layered upon
each other all over the wriggling belly, highest around her navel. Tammi
bent down and closed her lips around her belly button and let the ice cube
drop into it. Then she blew bubbles around the cube, blowing hard and fast
on the pink tummy. Beth gasped, hiccupped, and laughed horribly, and after
five minutes of it, started coughing on her own lack of breath.
To Beth's eternal relief, Danni called time. Beth tried to catch her
breath as Tammi cleaned the ice off the bed and Danni went on to the next
question. "Question Number Three: How many orgasms did Tammi Arcadia give
her sister Danni last night?"
Beth only shook her head, resigned. "I don't know. Three?"
Danni laughed. "That's funny. You're only one off. Four."
Tammi picked up a frilly featherduster and straddled her again. "You're
not very good at this game, are you, Beth? Oh, well--here we go!" She
lowered featherduster onto her left breast. Beth's back arched, and she
squirmed, yanking on her trapped wrists, trying to somehow get away from
the intolerably light and teasing feelings of the feathertips. But they
came down onto her boobie and spread out, completely engulfing the petite
cone and its swollen nipple. Beth held her breath and stayed still, trying
not to make the feathers move against her skin.
Tammi grinned. "Don't move, Beth. If you do, the feathers will tickle you!
Just stay perfectly still..." Of course, she didn't give her much of a
respite but started turning the duster between her palms, making the
colorful plumes rotate on her breast. The ghostly filaments stroked her
tingling, tortured flesh, and it started all over again. First the
giggles, then the laughter. Helpless, forced laughter.
Tammi twirled the duster faster and faster, until the plumes were a blur
hovering over the shaking, quivering tittie. She could see the nipple
swelling even further and turning upward, puckering deep in the center.
She stayed on that boob for about five minutes, then skated the duster
across her slender cleavage to the other, and tickled it in like manner.
Beth's toes pulled back and her fists balled as her tender titties were so
mistreated, subjected to such unbearable torment. It was worse that
anything they'd done to her so far. She screamed, but soon lost her breath
again.
Deep inside, her spasming pelvic muscles pushed on her bladder, grown
heavy and bloated with hours of bondage with no release. She felt, through
the burning haze of tickle torture, the sudden need, but her mind crumbled
into hysterical tatters before she could try to make the words to beg them
to let her go pee. She laughed and laughed and laughed, as Tammi dusted
her boobies. Her bladder sloshed around inside her, pushed and pushed on,
striving to relieve itself. She clenched down hard, trying to keep
everything closed.
Tammi, a long-time connoiseur of tickling, recognized what was going on.
She knew that look of depserate concentration on Beth's face. "Danni! I
think she's about to let go! How much time do I have left?"
"Seven minutes, thirty seconds."
"I can do it! I know I can!" She gripped the duster tight between her
hands and spun it as fast as she could, slipping back and forth between
the bouncing breasts, switching between them at irregular times so Beth
wouldn't get used to the change. Her eyes rolled when they were open, but
most of the time they were squeezed shut as she tried with all her
dwindling might to keep her urethra closed. Screeching laughter filled the
van, more than drowning out the noise of passing traffic.
"Danni--"
"Got it, Sis!" Danni crawled up to Beth's head and clamped her hand over
her mouth, stopping the flow of laughter. Beth's torture immediately
redoubled when she couldn't express it. Something inside her coiled, ready
to spring and tear her apart. Her back arched off the bed, raising Tammi
up, until only her shoulders and heels were still touching the mattress.
Then she broke. Unbearable torment sprang open inside her, and a fizzing,
bubbly yellow stream erupted from under her clitty, arced through the air,
and splashed the bed between her ankles. It spouted again and maintained,
draining Beth of the Cokes she'd had before the twins had picked her up.
"Hooray! Yay for Beth!" they shouted together, and Tammi continued
tickling as Danni watched the steaming stream pulse a few times, then
waver and descend. It turned into a trickle that wetted Beth's pussy.
Eventually the trickle stopped. Tammi tickled for the rest of her allotted
time while Danni kept her hand over Beth's mouth.
When they stopped, Beth collapsed, going limp in her spread-eagle. The
twins got off the bed and inspected the enormous wet spot between her
legs. "Naughty, naughty," Danni said. "Bad girl, going pee-pee on our
friend's bed."
"This is how she pays us back for giving her a ride."
"We'll have to punish her. But after the game."
"'Kay! Next question, Danni!"
Beth lay, exhausted, broken, sanity cracked by prolonged tickling. And
there were still four questions to go.
