Tickling On The Road, Part six:
Cousin Becky's, Continued
by Kutyo
Danni finished tying the last knot, and Beth wriggled against the new
ropes holding her down. "There we are, Bethie-wethie. I'll be right back,
'kay? Don't go anywhere! Hee hee!"
"God, you're a riot," Beth muttered as Danni bounced back inside the house.
As usual and as before, Beth was tied securely, a naked, helpless toy for
Danni's amusement. It was no different for Tammi, Danni's sister. She was
tied beside Beth, her limbs also immobilized with soft Nylon rope, and she
wriggled restlessly. She made wordless cooing sounds, as if she were
trying to bring herself off by the sound of her voice alone. Beth had
watched, herself aroused to heights far beyond anything she had previously
experienced, as Danni and Becky had teased and tickled Tammi into a
frenzy, and the redhead was now on the verge of orgasm, and desperate for
sexual release.
Beth laid her head back and looked at the shining blue, cloudless sky. Her
pulse was loud in her ears, her blood was hot in her face and chest, and
her clitty was itchy and twitchy in her pussy. Her toes flexed and bunched
in frustration. Beth had never been denied orgasm for so long, and had
never been subjected to the insane torture of prolonged bondage
tickling--her body tingled, pounded, and pulsated with new sensations that
could not be ignored.
The two girls were bound on Becky's back deck. Danni and Becky had laid
them with their heads and feet in opposite directions, with their legs
straight and spread and their hands behind their heads. They were side by
side, close enough that Beth's ribs brushed Tammi's hip. Each had one leg,
the leg opposite the other girl, pulled as far to the side as it would go,
presumably to expose their pussies for tickling. Their wrists and ankles
were tied to rugged steel bolts that protruded from the deck. At first
Beth had thought the projecting bolts were a result of poor craftsmanship,
but Becky had told her, while they had tied them down, that she had left
the bolts sticking up for just this purpose.
They were both naked, but it wasn't as cold as it had been yesterday.
California's crazy weather was continuing--it had snowed for the last few
days, and now, at eleven in the morning, it was already warm enough to lay
out in the full sun and be comfortable.
Comfortable, Beth thought, if it weren't for these ropes. And the fact
that I've been almost tickled to death...
"Tammi--" she said.
"Wh-what? God, I've gotta cum or I'm gonna go crazy!"
"Yah, I know the feeling. Dammit...listen, Tammi, is there ANY way we can
get them to stop doing this to us?"
Tammi Arcadia raised her head to try to look at Beth. Her misty green eyes
sparkled with imprisoned sexual energy. "No. I'm afraid there's no
stopping Danni once she gets on a roll. And, shit, she and Becky are on
one hell of a roll! Shit, I've gotta cum!" She bucked her hips as hard as
she could, but Becky had pulled her legs completely straight before tying
her, and now she had virtually no freedom of movement. Her bubbly pussy
was helpless against the surging tide of sexual frustration crashing
against it.
"All right! Here we are," Danni said when she and Becky came out onto the
deck. Becky carried a Commeorative Edition of Monopoly, in a tin box set,
and Danni carried a new package of felt tip markers. "Ready, girls?"
"Danni, please--" Beth started to beg.
Danni put her finger to her lips and shushed her. "Don't worry, we'll get
started. But part of the fun of Ticklish Monopoly is drawing the board."
She opened the package and took out a black felt tip marker. She snugged
the cap on the end of the marker, and knelt next to Beth.
"Draw the board?! What're you talking about? Hey, st-stop! That tickles! N
n-noooo! Hee hee hee!"
Danni hunkered down and started sketching a Monopoly board on Beth's
tummy. The tip of the marker rasped against her white flesh, leaving a
thick black line behind it, and tickling all the way. Beth struggled as
her giggles rose, and Danni put a firm hand on her midriff to hold her
still. It made it hard for Beth to breathe, and made her giggles that much
more intense. Danni drew in the boxes for half the normal Monopoly board
on her, starting with the Go square below her belly button, on her bare,
shaved pubic mound, and ending with Free Parking, which she put between
her titties.
While Danni added some color to the board with the other markers, Becky
opened the Monopoly set and laid out the elements of the game. "Now," she
said, "the rules for Ticklish Monopoly are a little different than they
are for regular Monopoly, so both of you listen. Beth, please be quiet."
Beth giggled incessantly, and broke into breathless laughter when Danni
colored in the housing and hotel strips on each play square. "St-st-stop!
Hee hee ha ha ha ha hah hah haaaaa! Hee heee! D-Danni!"
"Shh, listen to the rules," Danni chided.
"With normal Monopoly, everybody gets some starting cash and makes money
by going around the board and charging rent to other players who land on
property they've bought. In our game, only Danni and I get the money. You
two have to stay in the game by being tickled!"
Tammi moaned. Beth laughed, toes squirreling.
"For instance," Becky continued, "if you, Tammi, land on Connecticut
Avenue, and I happen to own it, you have to pay me by letting me tickle
you. Five minutes, if there's no property on it. But if I've got a house
on it, it's ten minutes, and if there's a hotel on it, then it's half an
hour. Okay?"
"No, it's not okay!" Tammi said. "It's mean! And what happens if you land
on my property? Do I get to tickle you?"
"Of course not, silly! You see, you and Beth can only buy property by
paying the Bank--"
"In this case, me," Danni said.
"By paying Danni with various increments of tickling on various body
parts. I pay you rent by NOT tickling you. Get it?"
Tammi laid her head back and looked at the clouds. "This really sucks.
You're both sick and twisted."
"I prefer to think of it as being creative," Becky said.
With half the board drawn on Beth, Danni turned her attention to Tammi, on
whom she drew the rest of the playing surface, from Kentucky Avenue to
Boardwalk. Kentucky Avenue went on Tammi's pubis and Boardwalk went
between her breasts. She twisted and giggled under the soft brush of the
pens, and a bright sheen of perspiration had broken out on her face by the
time Danni was done.
Danni dealt the money to herself and Becky, and they chose their playing
pieces. "I want the car," Danni said.
"I get the little top hat. What piece do you want, Tammi?" Becky asked.
"I don't care."
Becky drew a fingernail up and down one of Tammi's naked soles, making her
squeal. "Pick a piece."
"Eeeeeee! Hee hee! 'Kay, 'kay! Shit--The bell."
"And you, Bethers?" Danni asked.
"The thimble," Beth said quickly, anxious to avoid any tickling she could.
And they began. Tammi and Beth were nervous from the outset, Beth more so
than Tammi, since it was on her pubic mound that the game started. Becky
put on their pieces on top of her pussy, and couldn't resist a little rub
on her distended clit. "For luck," she said to the bound girl.
"Thanks," Beth muttered, though the light touch felt wonderful.
"Forgot the card squares." Danni drew a square centered on Beth's belly
button and labelled it "Chance." Beth bucked under the tingling sensation
of the pen tip and knocked their tokens off her pussy. "Hold still,
wriggly girl!" Danni admonished.
"I can't help it! You kept tickling! Hee hee! Oh--hah ha ha!" She twisted
her hips with each new letter Danni wrote until she was done.
Becky went back inside and came back with a roll of Scotch tape. "Here, so
our pieces'll stay put."
"Good idea." They put a roll of tape on each token and pressed them down
on Beth's crotch again. "Much better."
While Danni put the stack of Chance cards on Beth's tummy, Becky drew the
square for the Community Chest on Tammi's tummy, and carefully labelled
it. She drew a lacy border around the box, making Tammi laugh high-pitched
into the late morning air. "Oh, st-stop!" Tammi begged. "That's
e-e-enough! It's d-d-d-ah ha ha ha ha ha! It's d-d-done! Hee hee!"
Becky put the cards on her belly. "Now, another rule that only Ticklish
Monopoly has--if either of you wriggle too much and knock those cards off
our pretty playing surface, you get penalized with fifteen minutes of
footsie tickling. Okay, Danni, let's start."
Tammi's eyes widened. "You--you're serious?! Dammit, Becky, you fucking
KNOW I can't hold still when I'm tickled! No one can! Fuck you!"
Becky shook her head sadly and made a notation on a three-by-five card.
"THAT just earned you another half hour of tickling, young lady."
Tammi opened her mouth again, only to wither under Becky's glare. She
flopped her head back and watched a flock of mountain birds fly by. She
envied their freedom. They didn't have Danni and Becky as relatives.
"Since I'm the Bank, I get to go first," Danni said.
"We're supposed to roll to see who goes first," Beth said.
"This isn't regular Monopoly, so *I* get to go first!" Danni told her.
"I'm hardly in a position to argue, I guess..."
Danni smiled warmly and planted a wet, drooly kiss on her forehead.
"That's right, Bethie!" Danni rolled her dice and advanced her token, not
by picking it up and hopping squares, but by scooching it along Beth's
tummy. "Vroom! Vroom!" she said, moving the car along.
The tape on the bottom of the car stuck and popped off Beth's flesh,
pulling on the fine downy hairs. "Eee! Oh--oh, Danni, stop! Heehee hee!"
"Tickle?" Danni asking knowingly. She landed on Oriental Avenue and bought
it for a hundred dollars.
Becky's turn was next, and she moved her top hat along the same way Danni
had moved, teasing it along Beth's blushing belly. "Oops! Went too far."
She moved the token back a couple of squares. "Your turn, Tammi."
"And just how the hell am I s'posed to move my piece?"
"I'll move it for you, Cousin." Becky rolled the dice and moved Tammi's
piece up to Reading Railroad, just to the left of Beth's navel. Beth
giggled and shifted restlessly as the token neared her belly button, but
tried to hold still so as to not upset the cards on her tummy. "Wanna buy
the railroad, Tammi?" Becky asked.
"Not if I have to buy it by being tickled! Forget it."
Becky leaned close to Tammi's face and gently brushed the wavy red bangs
out of her eyes. "If you don't buy any property, you can't win the game.
Don't you want to win?"
"Not particularly."
"Well, here's a newsflash for you, then. If you LOSE, then you get tickle
tortured on the bottoms of your feet, your ribs, and your boobies for two
full hours. Imagine that--two hours of nonstop tickling on all your most
sensitive spots!"
"No! Oh, no--c'mon, Cousin! Stop this! I just wanted to visit--not be
tortured for the whole time I'm here! Be nice, please! Please?"
"Two options," Becky went on, holding up two fingers. "One--be tickled for
two hours after you lose the game. Or, two--be tickled for a little bit
now and have a chance at winning, in which case you get to tickle Beth, if
she loses."
Tammi remembered how Beth had tickled her this morning, when Danni had let
her use a featherduster on her when she was still tied up in bed. She'd
kill for a chance at revenge.
"Now, wait!" Beth wailed. "This isn't at all fair! Let's just forget--"
"'Kay!" Tammi forced herself to say.
"Good girl," Becky replied.
"And, Beth," Danni said, "remember--it works both ways. If YOU win, then
you get to tickle Tammi."
Beth's soft brown eyes hardened. "All right!"
Becky ran down to her vegetable garden at the edge of the deck and plucked
a couple of small sunflowers she grew for decoration. She came back and
straddled Tammi's hips, careful not to knock the cards off her navel.
Looking down at the naked, freckled girl beneath her, stretched out and
helplessly tied, she grinned and raised the flowers. "To buy Reading
Railroad, you have to pay with ten minutes of tickling on your boobies.
Ready?"
Tammi turned her head to one side and shut her eyes tight. "Go ahead."
Becky applied the sunflowers to the bulbous breasts. Starting with the
right boobie, she drew spirals starting at the base and working her way up
toward the swollen nipple. The soft petals and stamens of the sunflower
faces trailed along Tammi's tender skin with the force of a tender kiss,
and the light touch ingited nerve endings. Tammi giggled and tried to
kick, but her ankles only jerked helplessly against the ropes. Then she
remembered the cards, and used all her willpower to try to stay still. The
job was actually made easier by Becky sitting on her.
Becky spiralled up to the nipple, dabbed it repeatedly with the flowers,
then cruised back down to the base of the boob, then back up. In less than
a minute, Tammi was straining and hiccupping. She threw her head around,
and begged. "N-noo! N-no, I ch-ch-changed my m-m-m-mind! Hah ha ha ha ha
haaaaaaaaa! I d-d-don't w-wanna do this! Hee heeheeee heheheheeeeeee!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Stop! St-stop, please!"
"There's no turning back, Tammi," Becky told her. She split up the flowers
and used one on each boob, tickling both at the same time. This caused
Tammi's giggles to erupt into full-bodied laughter, wavering and high
pitched. She could feel her naked cousin bouncing under her, and watched
the big boobies jostle about on her heaving chest. She had no problem
keeping the flowers on them, since Tammi was tied so tightly, and went on
for the full ten minutes, nonstop.
Beth watched, her pussy draining warm lovejuices onto the deck, as her
companion and competitor in bondage was tortured. Tammi's hips bumped and
ground against the side of her ribcage as she struggled, and the sound of
her laughter was sweet in her ears. "Get her, Becky! Tickle her! Tickle
her to death!"
Ten minutes left Tammi's armpits moist and her boobies smeared with yellow
pollen. Becky got off her and put a Title Deed card for the railroad aside
for Tammi. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Tammi didn't answer her, but looked at Beth. "Screw you. I'll win this
game and tickle YOU to death!"
"No way!" Beth said, feeling full of spirit for the first time since she
had tried to escape last night. "I'm going tickle torture your bare feet!"
"And you'll feel my fingernails on your ribs and armpits!" Tammi
responded. "I'll tickle you on your ribs til you pee all over yourself!"
"That's what I like to see," Danni put in. "A little healthy competition.
Your turn, Beth." Danni rolled the dice and moved Beth's thimble along the
board. "You're going farther than any of us!" Which meant Danni got to
tickle Beth that much longer by sliding the thimble along her skin until
it went past the Jail square and landed on St. Charles Place. "Wanna buy
it?"
Beth clenched her teeth. Buying the property would mean being tickled, but
she HAD to win in order to tickle Tammi. For the first time in her life,
she volunteered for tickling. "Yah."
"Good! Now, because you've demonstrated the good old American fighting
spirit, you get to pick which body part I'm gonna tickle. You think about
it while I go and get the tickly tool." And Danni went inside the house.
"Tickly tool? What's that?" Beth asked nervously.
"You'll see," replied Becky. "Something to tickle that beautiful white
skin of yours."
Beth swallowed and tensed with the thought of what was coming next.
Danni returned with her hand secretively behind her back. Beth's eyes
followed her as she walked slowly over to her and stood over her with her
ankles on either side of her stomach. "Ready, Beth? Ready to pay for St.
Charles?"
Beth looked up at her, immobile and defenseless in her bondage. "Wh-what
do you have behind your back? What is it?"
"Nothing. Are you ready?"
"I know it's not nothing! Oh, God, I don't think I wanna go through with
this--"
"As Becky said, there's no backing out now." Danni revealed her "tickly
tool." It was a metal telescoping pointer, the kind used in public
speaking presenations. It was a little more than three feet long full
extended. "Don't worry, little bondage baby, I'll get to the point as fast
as I can! Hee hee! But first, the sun's much too nice..."
Danni stripped in rapid fashion, tossing her shirt, jeans, and panties
onto the deck. Tammi, tied as she was, had a good view of her sister's bare
butt and long legs, and felt her clitty stir with increased vigor. Many
times had she taken those muscular buns in her hands, squeezed them and
kneaded them, and pulled them apart to bury her face between them. Now
they were beyond her grasp, and teasing her with their plump and taut
sexiness.
"'Kay, have you decided which part of you I get to tickle?"
Beth pulled her eyes off Danni's big, freckled boobies. "Danni, don't ask
me to do that! Please! I can't decide something like that!"
"If you don't decide, then I get to. Would you rather have ME pick a
tickly spot to play with?" Danni's green eyes narrowed into the kind of
look Beth bet prairie mice saw in the eyes of a descending hawk.
"Oh, God, this is cruel! I can't--"
"Then I pick to tickle your feet."
"NO! No, please, not my feet!"
"Then choose, Beth. Choose in the next five seconds, or I'll have to
tickle your ribs for half an hour. Half an hour, Beth, of pure, nonstop
rib tickling. Think about it. One...two..."
"Danni, please! Please! Not my ribs! They're my most ticklish spot!"
"Three..."
"This is so cruel! Please!"
"Four..."
Beth bit her lip and blurted, "My belly button! Tickle my belly button!"
"There you are, That's a nice girl." Without waiting, Danni dipped the
pointer down toward Beth's belly, and the bound girl tensed again,
tightening her limbs and belly muscles."Oh, God!" she cried, even more the
tiny metal tip touched her.
Danni beamed, loving it, and stroked the tip in little circles above her
navel. She slowly twirled it, and watched Beth's face.
Beth bit her lip and tried not to snicker as her tormentress started
poking her in the stomach, this time just below her belly button. Each
poke was a little surprise, an intrusion onto her tender tummy, and each
one brought a delicate tickle that made her hiccup deep in her chest.
Danni saw the effect it was having on her, and kept poking around, as if
she were prospecting for something. She prodded the soft flesh of her
lower belly, traced a broken line around the cards stacked on her navel,
then knocked them aside to reveal the little oval well.
"Tickle, tickle!" Danni teased, and poked her way up to the lower lip of
her navel and dallied the tip there, playing with the soft roll of flesh
that led down into Beth's belly button. Beth couldn't hold it, and her
belly undulated with new laughter. Her hiccups continued and interrupted
her laughter with quick, spasmodic breaths.
Danni tickled her for almost five minutes at the rim of her belly button.
She circled it over and over, probing the tip of the pointer along the
very edge, keeping her in suspense as to when she would plunge the pointer
into the sensitive and terribly personal pseudo-orifice. Beth thrashed
beneath her, arms and legs wriggling enough to make the tokens on her
stomach bob on their rolls of tape. Through her nonstop laughter, she
wondered when this cruel redhead would drive her pointer into her navel
and make her scream. When? The suspense made the tickling that much more
intense. When?
Now! Danni bent down and thrust the tip deep into her belly button. The
cold metal filled the deep dimple and pushed hard against the knotted skin
at the bottom. Beth felt it deep into her tummy, and the indescribably
feeling of sudden tickling made her back arch off the deck. The movement
pushed her navel even harder against Danni's probe, and made it worse.
"Eeeeeeahhh! Hah hah hah haaaaa! Hee heeeeee heeheeheee! Oh, D-D
Dahhnnneee! Hah ha ha ha haa haaa haaaa!"
"God, I love this," Danni said, and twirled the pointer around inside. She
made little circles at first, then bigger ones that stretched the navel
around the pointer. The bigger the circles got the louder and higher
Beth's laughter became, until Danni had her begging for mercy. The last
five minutes of the "payment" were the worst, with the constant poking,
rubbing, and stretching of her belly button. She went limp when the time
was finally up, and gulped for air.
Danni restacked the cards on her tummy, and watched the movements of her
belly as she tried to regain her breath make the cards slip and slide.
"Remember, Beth, if you tip the cards over, you get more tickling!"
Beth immediately sucked in her breath and tried to breathe in shallow,
controlled breaths. The cards trembled, then settled. One of the worst
things about Danni's breed of tickling was that she always found a way to
deny her victims the chance to express their torment and find some kind of
release in that expression.
Danni rolled again, and bought some more property. The bound girls tried
to relax and recover before their next turns.
Beth didn't know how she would survive this twisted game, but looking down
her own helpless body at Tammi's helpless body, she silently hoped she
would, if just to get a chance to tickle Tammi again.
Cousin Becky's, Continued
by Kutyo
Danni finished tying the last knot, and Beth wriggled against the new
ropes holding her down. "There we are, Bethie-wethie. I'll be right back,
'kay? Don't go anywhere! Hee hee!"
"God, you're a riot," Beth muttered as Danni bounced back inside the house.
As usual and as before, Beth was tied securely, a naked, helpless toy for
Danni's amusement. It was no different for Tammi, Danni's sister. She was
tied beside Beth, her limbs also immobilized with soft Nylon rope, and she
wriggled restlessly. She made wordless cooing sounds, as if she were
trying to bring herself off by the sound of her voice alone. Beth had
watched, herself aroused to heights far beyond anything she had previously
experienced, as Danni and Becky had teased and tickled Tammi into a
frenzy, and the redhead was now on the verge of orgasm, and desperate for
sexual release.
Beth laid her head back and looked at the shining blue, cloudless sky. Her
pulse was loud in her ears, her blood was hot in her face and chest, and
her clitty was itchy and twitchy in her pussy. Her toes flexed and bunched
in frustration. Beth had never been denied orgasm for so long, and had
never been subjected to the insane torture of prolonged bondage
tickling--her body tingled, pounded, and pulsated with new sensations that
could not be ignored.
The two girls were bound on Becky's back deck. Danni and Becky had laid
them with their heads and feet in opposite directions, with their legs
straight and spread and their hands behind their heads. They were side by
side, close enough that Beth's ribs brushed Tammi's hip. Each had one leg,
the leg opposite the other girl, pulled as far to the side as it would go,
presumably to expose their pussies for tickling. Their wrists and ankles
were tied to rugged steel bolts that protruded from the deck. At first
Beth had thought the projecting bolts were a result of poor craftsmanship,
but Becky had told her, while they had tied them down, that she had left
the bolts sticking up for just this purpose.
They were both naked, but it wasn't as cold as it had been yesterday.
California's crazy weather was continuing--it had snowed for the last few
days, and now, at eleven in the morning, it was already warm enough to lay
out in the full sun and be comfortable.
Comfortable, Beth thought, if it weren't for these ropes. And the fact
that I've been almost tickled to death...
"Tammi--" she said.
"Wh-what? God, I've gotta cum or I'm gonna go crazy!"
"Yah, I know the feeling. Dammit...listen, Tammi, is there ANY way we can
get them to stop doing this to us?"
Tammi Arcadia raised her head to try to look at Beth. Her misty green eyes
sparkled with imprisoned sexual energy. "No. I'm afraid there's no
stopping Danni once she gets on a roll. And, shit, she and Becky are on
one hell of a roll! Shit, I've gotta cum!" She bucked her hips as hard as
she could, but Becky had pulled her legs completely straight before tying
her, and now she had virtually no freedom of movement. Her bubbly pussy
was helpless against the surging tide of sexual frustration crashing
against it.
"All right! Here we are," Danni said when she and Becky came out onto the
deck. Becky carried a Commeorative Edition of Monopoly, in a tin box set,
and Danni carried a new package of felt tip markers. "Ready, girls?"
"Danni, please--" Beth started to beg.
Danni put her finger to her lips and shushed her. "Don't worry, we'll get
started. But part of the fun of Ticklish Monopoly is drawing the board."
She opened the package and took out a black felt tip marker. She snugged
the cap on the end of the marker, and knelt next to Beth.
"Draw the board?! What're you talking about? Hey, st-stop! That tickles! N
n-noooo! Hee hee hee!"
Danni hunkered down and started sketching a Monopoly board on Beth's
tummy. The tip of the marker rasped against her white flesh, leaving a
thick black line behind it, and tickling all the way. Beth struggled as
her giggles rose, and Danni put a firm hand on her midriff to hold her
still. It made it hard for Beth to breathe, and made her giggles that much
more intense. Danni drew in the boxes for half the normal Monopoly board
on her, starting with the Go square below her belly button, on her bare,
shaved pubic mound, and ending with Free Parking, which she put between
her titties.
While Danni added some color to the board with the other markers, Becky
opened the Monopoly set and laid out the elements of the game. "Now," she
said, "the rules for Ticklish Monopoly are a little different than they
are for regular Monopoly, so both of you listen. Beth, please be quiet."
Beth giggled incessantly, and broke into breathless laughter when Danni
colored in the housing and hotel strips on each play square. "St-st-stop!
Hee hee ha ha ha ha hah hah haaaaa! Hee heee! D-Danni!"
"Shh, listen to the rules," Danni chided.
"With normal Monopoly, everybody gets some starting cash and makes money
by going around the board and charging rent to other players who land on
property they've bought. In our game, only Danni and I get the money. You
two have to stay in the game by being tickled!"
Tammi moaned. Beth laughed, toes squirreling.
"For instance," Becky continued, "if you, Tammi, land on Connecticut
Avenue, and I happen to own it, you have to pay me by letting me tickle
you. Five minutes, if there's no property on it. But if I've got a house
on it, it's ten minutes, and if there's a hotel on it, then it's half an
hour. Okay?"
"No, it's not okay!" Tammi said. "It's mean! And what happens if you land
on my property? Do I get to tickle you?"
"Of course not, silly! You see, you and Beth can only buy property by
paying the Bank--"
"In this case, me," Danni said.
"By paying Danni with various increments of tickling on various body
parts. I pay you rent by NOT tickling you. Get it?"
Tammi laid her head back and looked at the clouds. "This really sucks.
You're both sick and twisted."
"I prefer to think of it as being creative," Becky said.
With half the board drawn on Beth, Danni turned her attention to Tammi, on
whom she drew the rest of the playing surface, from Kentucky Avenue to
Boardwalk. Kentucky Avenue went on Tammi's pubis and Boardwalk went
between her breasts. She twisted and giggled under the soft brush of the
pens, and a bright sheen of perspiration had broken out on her face by the
time Danni was done.
Danni dealt the money to herself and Becky, and they chose their playing
pieces. "I want the car," Danni said.
"I get the little top hat. What piece do you want, Tammi?" Becky asked.
"I don't care."
Becky drew a fingernail up and down one of Tammi's naked soles, making her
squeal. "Pick a piece."
"Eeeeeee! Hee hee! 'Kay, 'kay! Shit--The bell."
"And you, Bethers?" Danni asked.
"The thimble," Beth said quickly, anxious to avoid any tickling she could.
And they began. Tammi and Beth were nervous from the outset, Beth more so
than Tammi, since it was on her pubic mound that the game started. Becky
put on their pieces on top of her pussy, and couldn't resist a little rub
on her distended clit. "For luck," she said to the bound girl.
"Thanks," Beth muttered, though the light touch felt wonderful.
"Forgot the card squares." Danni drew a square centered on Beth's belly
button and labelled it "Chance." Beth bucked under the tingling sensation
of the pen tip and knocked their tokens off her pussy. "Hold still,
wriggly girl!" Danni admonished.
"I can't help it! You kept tickling! Hee hee! Oh--hah ha ha!" She twisted
her hips with each new letter Danni wrote until she was done.
Becky went back inside and came back with a roll of Scotch tape. "Here, so
our pieces'll stay put."
"Good idea." They put a roll of tape on each token and pressed them down
on Beth's crotch again. "Much better."
While Danni put the stack of Chance cards on Beth's tummy, Becky drew the
square for the Community Chest on Tammi's tummy, and carefully labelled
it. She drew a lacy border around the box, making Tammi laugh high-pitched
into the late morning air. "Oh, st-stop!" Tammi begged. "That's
e-e-enough! It's d-d-d-ah ha ha ha ha ha! It's d-d-done! Hee hee!"
Becky put the cards on her belly. "Now, another rule that only Ticklish
Monopoly has--if either of you wriggle too much and knock those cards off
our pretty playing surface, you get penalized with fifteen minutes of
footsie tickling. Okay, Danni, let's start."
Tammi's eyes widened. "You--you're serious?! Dammit, Becky, you fucking
KNOW I can't hold still when I'm tickled! No one can! Fuck you!"
Becky shook her head sadly and made a notation on a three-by-five card.
"THAT just earned you another half hour of tickling, young lady."
Tammi opened her mouth again, only to wither under Becky's glare. She
flopped her head back and watched a flock of mountain birds fly by. She
envied their freedom. They didn't have Danni and Becky as relatives.
"Since I'm the Bank, I get to go first," Danni said.
"We're supposed to roll to see who goes first," Beth said.
"This isn't regular Monopoly, so *I* get to go first!" Danni told her.
"I'm hardly in a position to argue, I guess..."
Danni smiled warmly and planted a wet, drooly kiss on her forehead.
"That's right, Bethie!" Danni rolled her dice and advanced her token, not
by picking it up and hopping squares, but by scooching it along Beth's
tummy. "Vroom! Vroom!" she said, moving the car along.
The tape on the bottom of the car stuck and popped off Beth's flesh,
pulling on the fine downy hairs. "Eee! Oh--oh, Danni, stop! Heehee hee!"
"Tickle?" Danni asking knowingly. She landed on Oriental Avenue and bought
it for a hundred dollars.
Becky's turn was next, and she moved her top hat along the same way Danni
had moved, teasing it along Beth's blushing belly. "Oops! Went too far."
She moved the token back a couple of squares. "Your turn, Tammi."
"And just how the hell am I s'posed to move my piece?"
"I'll move it for you, Cousin." Becky rolled the dice and moved Tammi's
piece up to Reading Railroad, just to the left of Beth's navel. Beth
giggled and shifted restlessly as the token neared her belly button, but
tried to hold still so as to not upset the cards on her tummy. "Wanna buy
the railroad, Tammi?" Becky asked.
"Not if I have to buy it by being tickled! Forget it."
Becky leaned close to Tammi's face and gently brushed the wavy red bangs
out of her eyes. "If you don't buy any property, you can't win the game.
Don't you want to win?"
"Not particularly."
"Well, here's a newsflash for you, then. If you LOSE, then you get tickle
tortured on the bottoms of your feet, your ribs, and your boobies for two
full hours. Imagine that--two hours of nonstop tickling on all your most
sensitive spots!"
"No! Oh, no--c'mon, Cousin! Stop this! I just wanted to visit--not be
tortured for the whole time I'm here! Be nice, please! Please?"
"Two options," Becky went on, holding up two fingers. "One--be tickled for
two hours after you lose the game. Or, two--be tickled for a little bit
now and have a chance at winning, in which case you get to tickle Beth, if
she loses."
Tammi remembered how Beth had tickled her this morning, when Danni had let
her use a featherduster on her when she was still tied up in bed. She'd
kill for a chance at revenge.
"Now, wait!" Beth wailed. "This isn't at all fair! Let's just forget--"
"'Kay!" Tammi forced herself to say.
"Good girl," Becky replied.
"And, Beth," Danni said, "remember--it works both ways. If YOU win, then
you get to tickle Tammi."
Beth's soft brown eyes hardened. "All right!"
Becky ran down to her vegetable garden at the edge of the deck and plucked
a couple of small sunflowers she grew for decoration. She came back and
straddled Tammi's hips, careful not to knock the cards off her navel.
Looking down at the naked, freckled girl beneath her, stretched out and
helplessly tied, she grinned and raised the flowers. "To buy Reading
Railroad, you have to pay with ten minutes of tickling on your boobies.
Ready?"
Tammi turned her head to one side and shut her eyes tight. "Go ahead."
Becky applied the sunflowers to the bulbous breasts. Starting with the
right boobie, she drew spirals starting at the base and working her way up
toward the swollen nipple. The soft petals and stamens of the sunflower
faces trailed along Tammi's tender skin with the force of a tender kiss,
and the light touch ingited nerve endings. Tammi giggled and tried to
kick, but her ankles only jerked helplessly against the ropes. Then she
remembered the cards, and used all her willpower to try to stay still. The
job was actually made easier by Becky sitting on her.
Becky spiralled up to the nipple, dabbed it repeatedly with the flowers,
then cruised back down to the base of the boob, then back up. In less than
a minute, Tammi was straining and hiccupping. She threw her head around,
and begged. "N-noo! N-no, I ch-ch-changed my m-m-m-mind! Hah ha ha ha ha
haaaaaaaaa! I d-d-don't w-wanna do this! Hee heeheeee heheheheeeeeee!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Stop! St-stop, please!"
"There's no turning back, Tammi," Becky told her. She split up the flowers
and used one on each boob, tickling both at the same time. This caused
Tammi's giggles to erupt into full-bodied laughter, wavering and high
pitched. She could feel her naked cousin bouncing under her, and watched
the big boobies jostle about on her heaving chest. She had no problem
keeping the flowers on them, since Tammi was tied so tightly, and went on
for the full ten minutes, nonstop.
Beth watched, her pussy draining warm lovejuices onto the deck, as her
companion and competitor in bondage was tortured. Tammi's hips bumped and
ground against the side of her ribcage as she struggled, and the sound of
her laughter was sweet in her ears. "Get her, Becky! Tickle her! Tickle
her to death!"
Ten minutes left Tammi's armpits moist and her boobies smeared with yellow
pollen. Becky got off her and put a Title Deed card for the railroad aside
for Tammi. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Tammi didn't answer her, but looked at Beth. "Screw you. I'll win this
game and tickle YOU to death!"
"No way!" Beth said, feeling full of spirit for the first time since she
had tried to escape last night. "I'm going tickle torture your bare feet!"
"And you'll feel my fingernails on your ribs and armpits!" Tammi
responded. "I'll tickle you on your ribs til you pee all over yourself!"
"That's what I like to see," Danni put in. "A little healthy competition.
Your turn, Beth." Danni rolled the dice and moved Beth's thimble along the
board. "You're going farther than any of us!" Which meant Danni got to
tickle Beth that much longer by sliding the thimble along her skin until
it went past the Jail square and landed on St. Charles Place. "Wanna buy
it?"
Beth clenched her teeth. Buying the property would mean being tickled, but
she HAD to win in order to tickle Tammi. For the first time in her life,
she volunteered for tickling. "Yah."
"Good! Now, because you've demonstrated the good old American fighting
spirit, you get to pick which body part I'm gonna tickle. You think about
it while I go and get the tickly tool." And Danni went inside the house.
"Tickly tool? What's that?" Beth asked nervously.
"You'll see," replied Becky. "Something to tickle that beautiful white
skin of yours."
Beth swallowed and tensed with the thought of what was coming next.
Danni returned with her hand secretively behind her back. Beth's eyes
followed her as she walked slowly over to her and stood over her with her
ankles on either side of her stomach. "Ready, Beth? Ready to pay for St.
Charles?"
Beth looked up at her, immobile and defenseless in her bondage. "Wh-what
do you have behind your back? What is it?"
"Nothing. Are you ready?"
"I know it's not nothing! Oh, God, I don't think I wanna go through with
this--"
"As Becky said, there's no backing out now." Danni revealed her "tickly
tool." It was a metal telescoping pointer, the kind used in public
speaking presenations. It was a little more than three feet long full
extended. "Don't worry, little bondage baby, I'll get to the point as fast
as I can! Hee hee! But first, the sun's much too nice..."
Danni stripped in rapid fashion, tossing her shirt, jeans, and panties
onto the deck. Tammi, tied as she was, had a good view of her sister's bare
butt and long legs, and felt her clitty stir with increased vigor. Many
times had she taken those muscular buns in her hands, squeezed them and
kneaded them, and pulled them apart to bury her face between them. Now
they were beyond her grasp, and teasing her with their plump and taut
sexiness.
"'Kay, have you decided which part of you I get to tickle?"
Beth pulled her eyes off Danni's big, freckled boobies. "Danni, don't ask
me to do that! Please! I can't decide something like that!"
"If you don't decide, then I get to. Would you rather have ME pick a
tickly spot to play with?" Danni's green eyes narrowed into the kind of
look Beth bet prairie mice saw in the eyes of a descending hawk.
"Oh, God, this is cruel! I can't--"
"Then I pick to tickle your feet."
"NO! No, please, not my feet!"
"Then choose, Beth. Choose in the next five seconds, or I'll have to
tickle your ribs for half an hour. Half an hour, Beth, of pure, nonstop
rib tickling. Think about it. One...two..."
"Danni, please! Please! Not my ribs! They're my most ticklish spot!"
"Three..."
"This is so cruel! Please!"
"Four..."
Beth bit her lip and blurted, "My belly button! Tickle my belly button!"
"There you are, That's a nice girl." Without waiting, Danni dipped the
pointer down toward Beth's belly, and the bound girl tensed again,
tightening her limbs and belly muscles."Oh, God!" she cried, even more the
tiny metal tip touched her.
Danni beamed, loving it, and stroked the tip in little circles above her
navel. She slowly twirled it, and watched Beth's face.
Beth bit her lip and tried not to snicker as her tormentress started
poking her in the stomach, this time just below her belly button. Each
poke was a little surprise, an intrusion onto her tender tummy, and each
one brought a delicate tickle that made her hiccup deep in her chest.
Danni saw the effect it was having on her, and kept poking around, as if
she were prospecting for something. She prodded the soft flesh of her
lower belly, traced a broken line around the cards stacked on her navel,
then knocked them aside to reveal the little oval well.
"Tickle, tickle!" Danni teased, and poked her way up to the lower lip of
her navel and dallied the tip there, playing with the soft roll of flesh
that led down into Beth's belly button. Beth couldn't hold it, and her
belly undulated with new laughter. Her hiccups continued and interrupted
her laughter with quick, spasmodic breaths.
Danni tickled her for almost five minutes at the rim of her belly button.
She circled it over and over, probing the tip of the pointer along the
very edge, keeping her in suspense as to when she would plunge the pointer
into the sensitive and terribly personal pseudo-orifice. Beth thrashed
beneath her, arms and legs wriggling enough to make the tokens on her
stomach bob on their rolls of tape. Through her nonstop laughter, she
wondered when this cruel redhead would drive her pointer into her navel
and make her scream. When? The suspense made the tickling that much more
intense. When?
Now! Danni bent down and thrust the tip deep into her belly button. The
cold metal filled the deep dimple and pushed hard against the knotted skin
at the bottom. Beth felt it deep into her tummy, and the indescribably
feeling of sudden tickling made her back arch off the deck. The movement
pushed her navel even harder against Danni's probe, and made it worse.
"Eeeeeeahhh! Hah hah hah haaaaa! Hee heeeeee heeheeheee! Oh, D-D
Dahhnnneee! Hah ha ha ha haa haaa haaaa!"
"God, I love this," Danni said, and twirled the pointer around inside. She
made little circles at first, then bigger ones that stretched the navel
around the pointer. The bigger the circles got the louder and higher
Beth's laughter became, until Danni had her begging for mercy. The last
five minutes of the "payment" were the worst, with the constant poking,
rubbing, and stretching of her belly button. She went limp when the time
was finally up, and gulped for air.
Danni restacked the cards on her tummy, and watched the movements of her
belly as she tried to regain her breath make the cards slip and slide.
"Remember, Beth, if you tip the cards over, you get more tickling!"
Beth immediately sucked in her breath and tried to breathe in shallow,
controlled breaths. The cards trembled, then settled. One of the worst
things about Danni's breed of tickling was that she always found a way to
deny her victims the chance to express their torment and find some kind of
release in that expression.
Danni rolled again, and bought some more property. The bound girls tried
to relax and recover before their next turns.
Beth didn't know how she would survive this twisted game, but looking down
her own helpless body at Tammi's helpless body, she silently hoped she
would, if just to get a chance to tickle Tammi again.