Tickling On The Road, Part Six:
Cousin Becky's, Continued (Part 2)
by Kutyo
For a few minutes, the game went on almost as a normal Monopoly game,
except for the fact that the playing surface was a couple of naked girls
tied to a deck. Becky rolled and landed on the Community Chest playing
square, which meant she had to draw a card from the Community Chest stack.
Reaching for the stack on Tammi's pubis, she said, "There's another
Community Chest here I'd like to raid!" She plucked her card from the
stack and caressed one of Tammi's breasts. "Okay...'Grand Opera opening,
collect fifty dollars from every player for opening night seats,'" she
read from the card.
"Here," Danni said, handing her fifty Monopoly dollars.
"Oh, no," Tammi and Beth said simultaneously. "How do WE pay?" Tammi
asked, afraid that she already knew.
Becky giggled and ran into the house.
"We shoulda brought everything out in one shot," Danni said, laying on her
belly and playfully toying with one of Beth's nipples. "That way we
wouldn't have all these interruptions. Hey, Becky! Bring all the stuff
out, all the stuff on your bed, 'kay?"
"Yah..." was the distant reply through the screen door.
Danni licked Beth's nipple, and Beth crooned. With each lick, the nipple
swelled, until it stood up stiff with a gently puckered tip. Danni rolled
it between her fingers, added a few more licks, then took it in her mouth
and sucked hard. Beth's eyes rolled as warm and sensuous feelings ran
through her over-aroused body. "Oh, hhhh, ohhhhhhhh, yessssss...that's
ssssooo nice...harder, harder...oh, yesssssss...hhh..."
Becky returned and put her implements down just behind Tammi's head, where
neither girl could see them. She picked up a set of watercolors and a
couple of paintbrushes. "Tammi, you pay by letting me paint your tootsies.
Beth, you can pay me by letting me charge your ribs."
"What? What's that?"
Danni jumped up and caught the nine-volt battery Becky tossed her. "Danni,
you can collect my payment from Beth for me."
"Cool!" Danni knelt above Beth's head, with her knees on either side of
her armpits. "Ready for a battery of tests?"
Beth just looked at her.
"No sense of humor..."
Becky sat at Tammi's feet, beside where Danni knelt at Beth's head. She
looked at her cousin's naked feet. The toes wriggled in fear. "Now, let's
start with drawing a little sun on your cute little tootsieprints!" She
dipped a narrow-bristle brush in her jar of water, then swirled it in the
yellow well of the watercolors.
Tammi watched, and winced at Becky's friendly smile. She laid her head
back and prayed for strength. Her feet were so ticklish...
The first touch of the brush on the underside of her big toe made her
flinch. "Oh, sooo tickly!" Becky exclaimed, applying swirls of paint to
the pink, wriggling toe until its bottom was covered with yellow spots.
She added some purple polka dots, all over the bottom and the base of the
toe. She pulled it away from the other toes and layered polka dots all the
way around it. When Tammi's big toe was completely covered with paint
splotches, she started on the next one, and worked her way down the line.
Tammi's feet flexed and wriggled with each touch of the soft bristles, and
her wrists worked useleslly against the ropes holding her to the deck. A
few minutes of tootsie painting left her breathless with giggles. "P-p
pleeehee hee hee heeeze, stop!"
"Oh, does it tickle, Tammi?"
"You fucking know it does! St-stop, please!"
"It doesn't tickle that much. It's just a little brush. Now, if I were to
do THIS while painting your toes, THAT would tickle!" Becky scratched her
instep with her fingernails, and Tammi's pleas were drowned in hysteria.
"Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Hee heee heeeeeee! Hah hah ha ha
ha ha hahahahahahahahaha haaaaa! N-n-nooo! Oh-G-G-God--hah hah ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha haaaa!" In her new struggles, Tammi upset the Community Chest
cards, and they slid onto the deck.
"That's a shame," Becky said.
Danni showed the battery to Beth, whose eyes rounded. "Wh-what're you
gonna do with that? Please, take it away!"
"Don't worry, Beth, it's not fully charged. A fully-charged battery would
hurt, and I would NEVER hurt you! This's just an old battery. Now, to
prepare you--" Danni bent down and ran her tongue over the left side of
her ribcage.
Beth bucked and knocked the cards off her pussy. She tried to apologize
for it, but the feeling of Danni's tongue teasing its way up and down her
bare ribs started a deluge of laughter that wouldn't stop until Danni did.
Danni licked and licked, pressing the flat of her tongue hard against the
delicate ribs, pushing it in between them as she traveled the length of
Beth's slender ribcage. When she reached the lowest rib, she reversed and
went back up, leaving a broad wet strip parallel to the first one. Beth
blurted a new laugh with each rib her tongue bumped over, and as she
approached the open and vulnerable armpit, the laughter turned into
desperate squeals.
Danni licked that side until it was covered with warm spit, then did the
other side the same way. A slow, moist tongue against sweat-salty skin,
leaving trails that meandered across supremely ticklish ribs. When she was
done, a light breeze chilled Beth's torso and made her shiver.
"Now the battery!" Danni said. She lightly touched the two terminals to
the tip of her tongue. "Ouch! Well, it won't hurt on normal skin. Ready?"
"No! Why are you doing this to me?! God, no!"
Danni touched the battery contacts to her ribs. Beth jumped, more out of
anticipation that because it hurt. She felt the jazz of electricity,
conducted by Danni's saliva on her skin, zip into her chest, and she
giggled. It didn't hurt at all--it tickled!
Danni lifted the battery and planted it a few ribs down, and Beth squirmed
against her bonds. "How's that feel?" Danni asked.
"Hee hee! Stop! D-don't do it again! Eeee!" Her thighs tensed and her
titties jumped as the next jolt entered her chest. "Ohh! That's m-mean!
St-stop! EEEEEEE!"
Danni hopscotched the battery down along her side, tapping each and every
rib, then going back up to her underarm. Beth's squeaks turned, as they
inevitably did, into laughter, and Danni sped up her ministrations and
bounced the battery from side to side. She kept Beth guessing as to where
the battery would come down next, and so she couldn't get at all used to
the sensations. A touch on the left, another on the right; then two or
three down the left side, and a long zap to the right on that special rib
halfway down that always made Beth howl.
And Beth howled. Her face turned red and her butt bounced up and down on
the deck. Danni exchanged a happy glance with Becky, and starting tracing
Beth's ribs. She trailed the battery along each one, from sternum to where
Beth's side met the deck. Her skin reddened wherever the battery touched
it, and soon both sides blushed.
"Hold still, Tammi, you're making such a fuss over a little brush!" Becky
painted a golden lightning bolt on each tootsie on the right foot, and
tiny happy faces on the toes of the left, painting over the suns she'd put
on minutes ago. She had to grip each toe with one hand and paint with the
other, since Tammi's nervous system had gone wild and wouldn't hold her
toes still for her.
Each smiley face was a torment. Just when Tammi thought she was getting
herself under control and the tickling subsided, Becky surprised her with
another gauge brush with different bristles, and ever more intricate
pictures for her toes. Then Tammi burst out with new squeals, and whenever
she felt those terrible nails on her soles she screamed. Beneath her, the
deck groaned with her struggles against the bolts she was roped to. Her
wrists and ankles felt raw.
"Pleeeeze! Please, B-B-Beckeeeeee! Hah hah haha haaaa! N-no more! N-not
the little toe again! NOT AGAIN! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah hah hah
hah haaaaa! Aaaahhhhhahahahahahahahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah haaa! Not
THAT toe! Hah haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
She didn't care any more if she got to tickle Beth or not. She just wanted
the horrible torture to stop. She would've given her cousin anything,
sworn to do anything, to make her stop. Every part of her nude body, her
spasming clit and her engorged nipples and her agonized toes, was on fire,
burning in a hellish furnace of endless tickling. And she was utterly
powerless to stop it. A few simple ropes was all it took to keep her
helpless for tickle torment.
It went on for a lot longer than ten minutes. For Beth and Tammi, time
stood still, but the hourly chime on Danni's watch reminded her of how
long they'd been tickling. She held the battery against Beth's side and
stroked it up and down while she looked at her watch. "Oops."
Through the haze of her own torture, Beth heard Danni's carefree comment
and couldn't believe the girl's apathy to her suffering. Not apathy, she
realized--Danni loved tickling, and would make any excuse to prolong it.
"We went a little long, Becky," said Danni. She swirling the battery
around a boobie, and since she hadn't licked the skin there, it didn't
tickle as much, but Beth's own perspiration was enough to make it tickle
enough to keep her helplessly giggling.
"Hang on, almost done." Becky finished up putting a pair of sunglasses on
the smiley on Tammi's second toe, then set the brush down. "Whose turn is
it?"
"Tammi's," Danni said, and rolled the dice. "By the way, Beth knocked her
cards over."
"So did Tammi. They're very careless." Becky restacked the cards on their
navels.
"Very. You both get another fifteen minutes of tickling on the bottoms of
your feet for that. We'll do that once the game's over."
The game went on. Eventually the tokens moved off Beth and onto Tammi, who
giggled insanely every time someone moved her piece. Tammi landed on some
property Danni owned, and had to pay her with ten minutes of tummy
tickling. Danni removed the cards and used her fingers, racing them over
Tammi. "Feel free to wriggle around, since you don't have the cards on
your tummy."
Tammi struggled under her sister's tender touch, and Becky taped them with
the camcorder. She got a lot of close-ups of the twins' faces: Danni's
glowing with pleasure, Tammi's red and clenched with forced laughter. She
taped several minutes of Tammi's breasts energetically bouncing, and just
as much footage of her feet thrashing. Tammi's feet always looked like
they were being tickled, whether or not anybody was actually touching
them.
After that, Beth had the good fortune not to land on property anyone
owned, and after the last tickling, opted not to buy anymore. Danni
shrugged, and rolled the dice. Since they were playing on Tammi, Beth had
a few minutes to recover. During that time, she looked at Tammi's pink
feet, vowing to have them helpless in her power sometime before this crazy
weekend was over. She wanted, more than anything, to eat every one of
those darling tootsies, to massage those arches, and to see what a feather
would do if used on those feet nonstop for an hour or more...
"No! No, it's not fair! C'mon Danni, don't be a bitch!" Tammi shook her head.
Danni looked surprised. "I can't believe you're calling me names,
considering you're the one who's tied up. And it's hardly my fault that
you landed on a Chance square and had to draw a Chance card. Like *I* had
anything to do with it."
Beth blinked and looked up. "Which card is it? I hope it's something
really terrible!"
"Shut up, Beth," Tammi said.
"Shut up yourself. I'm going to torture your feet when this game's over."
Danni read the card. "'Advance token to the nearest railroad and pay owner
twice the rental to which he is overwise entitled.' And the nearest
railroad is mine."
"You don't own Short Line! And the rules say I can buy the nearest
railroad if nobody owns it, and you don't own it. So there!" Tammi looked
pleased for the first time in a long time.
Danni picked up her token and plunked it down on the Short Line Railroad,
then put some of her money into the Bannk's stack of bills. "There. NOW I
own it. So pay up."
Tammi glared. "You can't do that! You can't just move your piece whenever
you want! I don't believe you! You're such a cheater! You never could play
a game without cheating. You do NOT own Short Line. I don't care what you
say."
Danni picked a new instrument from behind Tammi's head, the hair brush
she'd brought from home, and settled next to her. "You know, baby sister,
you oughta care a lot about what I say. I say you have to pay me double
rent, and that means twenty minutes of armpit tickling."
Tammi sighed. "You'll do anything to tickle me, won't you? You'll break
any rule just to get your way. Someday--"
"Someday somebody'll make me pay for all my bullshit. Someday somebody'll
not take my crap. Someday somebody'll tie ME up and tickle me. I've heard
all this before, Sis. Let's get to the tickling!" Danni used the hairbrush
on Tammi's clean-shaven underarm to scrub the pale pink skin. Tammi's
laughter filled the backyard and made everybody smile.
Danni straddled her and took Becky's hairbrush to use on the other
underarm. Scrubbing both armpits for a couple of minutes made Tammi's
nipples hard again and made sweet secretions spill from her pussy. Danni
leaned down and planted her lips on her sister's. Continuing to scrub, she
kept Tammi from laughing with her own mouth, and probed the familiar
contours and textures of her sister's mouth and tongue.
Tammi's eyes were wide and staring, and saliva dribbled from her mouth,
and her heart pounded erratically. Boiling panic rose inside her chest and
surged into her throat, panic fired by nonstop tickling. She feared she
would suffocate, feared she would die from the irresistable and
uncontrollable sensations of tickle torture.
"Koochie, koochie!" Beth cried. "Tickle, tickle! Ha ha ha! I love it!
Tickle her for an hour, Danni! Don't stop at just twenty minutes--she
deserves hours of torture!"
Becky ambled over to Beth and looked down at her. "You like how Danni's
tickling her sister? Hm?"
Animosity temporarily forgotten, Beth's eyes shined. "Yes! She deserves
it. She deserves as much tickling as Danni can dish out."
"I bet you'd like to tickle Tammi again."
"Yup! I'd torture her!"
Becky kissed her, and, in her arousal, Beth kissed back. The kiss turned
into a long and deep mutual tonguing that became frantic when Becky
massaged her bare breasts. Gently pinching her stiff nipples drove Beth's
tongue as far into her mouth as it would go. Beth had been transported
from hell to heaven, as she kissed and was kissed by this beautiful girl,
and heard Tammi's screeching laughter in her ears. She lounged in her
bondage, pleasantly helpless for Becky.
When the kiss ended and Becky continued rubbing her tits, Beth spared half
a thought about her feelings. She actually loved the captivity of bondage,
which kept her immobile to receive unbearably wild and intense sexual
excitment. Just as long as there wasn't any tickling...
Though she had to admit, deep inside, with that secret silent voice only
she herself heard, that tickling did increase her arousal by tremendous
amounts, amounts she had never thought possible before. The agony of
tickling brought on the ecstatic transport of sexual bliss.
But tickling was still tickling, and it was still unbearable torture!
"Mmmmm-hmm! Hmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm-mm!" Tammi pleaded wordlessly into Danni's
mouth. The hair brushes sped across her armpits, teasing her into a desire
to die to escape the excruciating punishment. She writhed as her bangs
matted to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and
after another few minutes of tickling without being allowed to laugh, she
peed.
Beth watched in fascination as the golden stream spurted from Tammi's
pussy with all the energy of a girl under torture. It reached up into the
clear, Northern Californian air, and splattered the redwood deck between
Tammi's ankles. The pool of pee grew until the stream weakened. The steamy
arc shortened and made a squiggly path along the deck from Tammi's ankles
to her knees, and finally up between her spread thighs. It ended with
sporadic dribbles that wetted her already-damp pussy and trickled down
between her buttocks.
Danni tickled for half an hour, then got off her. "There, now you can stay
on the Short Line. Isn't this a fun game, Tammi?"
Tammi wheezed, eyes bloodshot, face shining with hot sweat. "Hhh...I hate
you...hh..."
"I know you do. You hate those you love. Shall we go on with the game?"
Becky gave each of Beth's nipples a final pinch, and picked up the dice so
she could roll for Beth. "By all means!"
Cousin Becky's, Continued (Part 2)
by Kutyo
For a few minutes, the game went on almost as a normal Monopoly game,
except for the fact that the playing surface was a couple of naked girls
tied to a deck. Becky rolled and landed on the Community Chest playing
square, which meant she had to draw a card from the Community Chest stack.
Reaching for the stack on Tammi's pubis, she said, "There's another
Community Chest here I'd like to raid!" She plucked her card from the
stack and caressed one of Tammi's breasts. "Okay...'Grand Opera opening,
collect fifty dollars from every player for opening night seats,'" she
read from the card.
"Here," Danni said, handing her fifty Monopoly dollars.
"Oh, no," Tammi and Beth said simultaneously. "How do WE pay?" Tammi
asked, afraid that she already knew.
Becky giggled and ran into the house.
"We shoulda brought everything out in one shot," Danni said, laying on her
belly and playfully toying with one of Beth's nipples. "That way we
wouldn't have all these interruptions. Hey, Becky! Bring all the stuff
out, all the stuff on your bed, 'kay?"
"Yah..." was the distant reply through the screen door.
Danni licked Beth's nipple, and Beth crooned. With each lick, the nipple
swelled, until it stood up stiff with a gently puckered tip. Danni rolled
it between her fingers, added a few more licks, then took it in her mouth
and sucked hard. Beth's eyes rolled as warm and sensuous feelings ran
through her over-aroused body. "Oh, hhhh, ohhhhhhhh, yessssss...that's
ssssooo nice...harder, harder...oh, yesssssss...hhh..."
Becky returned and put her implements down just behind Tammi's head, where
neither girl could see them. She picked up a set of watercolors and a
couple of paintbrushes. "Tammi, you pay by letting me paint your tootsies.
Beth, you can pay me by letting me charge your ribs."
"What? What's that?"
Danni jumped up and caught the nine-volt battery Becky tossed her. "Danni,
you can collect my payment from Beth for me."
"Cool!" Danni knelt above Beth's head, with her knees on either side of
her armpits. "Ready for a battery of tests?"
Beth just looked at her.
"No sense of humor..."
Becky sat at Tammi's feet, beside where Danni knelt at Beth's head. She
looked at her cousin's naked feet. The toes wriggled in fear. "Now, let's
start with drawing a little sun on your cute little tootsieprints!" She
dipped a narrow-bristle brush in her jar of water, then swirled it in the
yellow well of the watercolors.
Tammi watched, and winced at Becky's friendly smile. She laid her head
back and prayed for strength. Her feet were so ticklish...
The first touch of the brush on the underside of her big toe made her
flinch. "Oh, sooo tickly!" Becky exclaimed, applying swirls of paint to
the pink, wriggling toe until its bottom was covered with yellow spots.
She added some purple polka dots, all over the bottom and the base of the
toe. She pulled it away from the other toes and layered polka dots all the
way around it. When Tammi's big toe was completely covered with paint
splotches, she started on the next one, and worked her way down the line.
Tammi's feet flexed and wriggled with each touch of the soft bristles, and
her wrists worked useleslly against the ropes holding her to the deck. A
few minutes of tootsie painting left her breathless with giggles. "P-p
pleeehee hee hee heeeze, stop!"
"Oh, does it tickle, Tammi?"
"You fucking know it does! St-stop, please!"
"It doesn't tickle that much. It's just a little brush. Now, if I were to
do THIS while painting your toes, THAT would tickle!" Becky scratched her
instep with her fingernails, and Tammi's pleas were drowned in hysteria.
"Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Hee heee heeeeeee! Hah hah ha ha
ha ha hahahahahahahahaha haaaaa! N-n-nooo! Oh-G-G-God--hah hah ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha haaaa!" In her new struggles, Tammi upset the Community Chest
cards, and they slid onto the deck.
"That's a shame," Becky said.
Danni showed the battery to Beth, whose eyes rounded. "Wh-what're you
gonna do with that? Please, take it away!"
"Don't worry, Beth, it's not fully charged. A fully-charged battery would
hurt, and I would NEVER hurt you! This's just an old battery. Now, to
prepare you--" Danni bent down and ran her tongue over the left side of
her ribcage.
Beth bucked and knocked the cards off her pussy. She tried to apologize
for it, but the feeling of Danni's tongue teasing its way up and down her
bare ribs started a deluge of laughter that wouldn't stop until Danni did.
Danni licked and licked, pressing the flat of her tongue hard against the
delicate ribs, pushing it in between them as she traveled the length of
Beth's slender ribcage. When she reached the lowest rib, she reversed and
went back up, leaving a broad wet strip parallel to the first one. Beth
blurted a new laugh with each rib her tongue bumped over, and as she
approached the open and vulnerable armpit, the laughter turned into
desperate squeals.
Danni licked that side until it was covered with warm spit, then did the
other side the same way. A slow, moist tongue against sweat-salty skin,
leaving trails that meandered across supremely ticklish ribs. When she was
done, a light breeze chilled Beth's torso and made her shiver.
"Now the battery!" Danni said. She lightly touched the two terminals to
the tip of her tongue. "Ouch! Well, it won't hurt on normal skin. Ready?"
"No! Why are you doing this to me?! God, no!"
Danni touched the battery contacts to her ribs. Beth jumped, more out of
anticipation that because it hurt. She felt the jazz of electricity,
conducted by Danni's saliva on her skin, zip into her chest, and she
giggled. It didn't hurt at all--it tickled!
Danni lifted the battery and planted it a few ribs down, and Beth squirmed
against her bonds. "How's that feel?" Danni asked.
"Hee hee! Stop! D-don't do it again! Eeee!" Her thighs tensed and her
titties jumped as the next jolt entered her chest. "Ohh! That's m-mean!
St-stop! EEEEEEE!"
Danni hopscotched the battery down along her side, tapping each and every
rib, then going back up to her underarm. Beth's squeaks turned, as they
inevitably did, into laughter, and Danni sped up her ministrations and
bounced the battery from side to side. She kept Beth guessing as to where
the battery would come down next, and so she couldn't get at all used to
the sensations. A touch on the left, another on the right; then two or
three down the left side, and a long zap to the right on that special rib
halfway down that always made Beth howl.
And Beth howled. Her face turned red and her butt bounced up and down on
the deck. Danni exchanged a happy glance with Becky, and starting tracing
Beth's ribs. She trailed the battery along each one, from sternum to where
Beth's side met the deck. Her skin reddened wherever the battery touched
it, and soon both sides blushed.
"Hold still, Tammi, you're making such a fuss over a little brush!" Becky
painted a golden lightning bolt on each tootsie on the right foot, and
tiny happy faces on the toes of the left, painting over the suns she'd put
on minutes ago. She had to grip each toe with one hand and paint with the
other, since Tammi's nervous system had gone wild and wouldn't hold her
toes still for her.
Each smiley face was a torment. Just when Tammi thought she was getting
herself under control and the tickling subsided, Becky surprised her with
another gauge brush with different bristles, and ever more intricate
pictures for her toes. Then Tammi burst out with new squeals, and whenever
she felt those terrible nails on her soles she screamed. Beneath her, the
deck groaned with her struggles against the bolts she was roped to. Her
wrists and ankles felt raw.
"Pleeeeze! Please, B-B-Beckeeeeee! Hah hah haha haaaa! N-no more! N-not
the little toe again! NOT AGAIN! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah hah hah
hah haaaaa! Aaaahhhhhahahahahahahahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah haaa! Not
THAT toe! Hah haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
She didn't care any more if she got to tickle Beth or not. She just wanted
the horrible torture to stop. She would've given her cousin anything,
sworn to do anything, to make her stop. Every part of her nude body, her
spasming clit and her engorged nipples and her agonized toes, was on fire,
burning in a hellish furnace of endless tickling. And she was utterly
powerless to stop it. A few simple ropes was all it took to keep her
helpless for tickle torment.
It went on for a lot longer than ten minutes. For Beth and Tammi, time
stood still, but the hourly chime on Danni's watch reminded her of how
long they'd been tickling. She held the battery against Beth's side and
stroked it up and down while she looked at her watch. "Oops."
Through the haze of her own torture, Beth heard Danni's carefree comment
and couldn't believe the girl's apathy to her suffering. Not apathy, she
realized--Danni loved tickling, and would make any excuse to prolong it.
"We went a little long, Becky," said Danni. She swirling the battery
around a boobie, and since she hadn't licked the skin there, it didn't
tickle as much, but Beth's own perspiration was enough to make it tickle
enough to keep her helplessly giggling.
"Hang on, almost done." Becky finished up putting a pair of sunglasses on
the smiley on Tammi's second toe, then set the brush down. "Whose turn is
it?"
"Tammi's," Danni said, and rolled the dice. "By the way, Beth knocked her
cards over."
"So did Tammi. They're very careless." Becky restacked the cards on their
navels.
"Very. You both get another fifteen minutes of tickling on the bottoms of
your feet for that. We'll do that once the game's over."
The game went on. Eventually the tokens moved off Beth and onto Tammi, who
giggled insanely every time someone moved her piece. Tammi landed on some
property Danni owned, and had to pay her with ten minutes of tummy
tickling. Danni removed the cards and used her fingers, racing them over
Tammi. "Feel free to wriggle around, since you don't have the cards on
your tummy."
Tammi struggled under her sister's tender touch, and Becky taped them with
the camcorder. She got a lot of close-ups of the twins' faces: Danni's
glowing with pleasure, Tammi's red and clenched with forced laughter. She
taped several minutes of Tammi's breasts energetically bouncing, and just
as much footage of her feet thrashing. Tammi's feet always looked like
they were being tickled, whether or not anybody was actually touching
them.
After that, Beth had the good fortune not to land on property anyone
owned, and after the last tickling, opted not to buy anymore. Danni
shrugged, and rolled the dice. Since they were playing on Tammi, Beth had
a few minutes to recover. During that time, she looked at Tammi's pink
feet, vowing to have them helpless in her power sometime before this crazy
weekend was over. She wanted, more than anything, to eat every one of
those darling tootsies, to massage those arches, and to see what a feather
would do if used on those feet nonstop for an hour or more...
"No! No, it's not fair! C'mon Danni, don't be a bitch!" Tammi shook her head.
Danni looked surprised. "I can't believe you're calling me names,
considering you're the one who's tied up. And it's hardly my fault that
you landed on a Chance square and had to draw a Chance card. Like *I* had
anything to do with it."
Beth blinked and looked up. "Which card is it? I hope it's something
really terrible!"
"Shut up, Beth," Tammi said.
"Shut up yourself. I'm going to torture your feet when this game's over."
Danni read the card. "'Advance token to the nearest railroad and pay owner
twice the rental to which he is overwise entitled.' And the nearest
railroad is mine."
"You don't own Short Line! And the rules say I can buy the nearest
railroad if nobody owns it, and you don't own it. So there!" Tammi looked
pleased for the first time in a long time.
Danni picked up her token and plunked it down on the Short Line Railroad,
then put some of her money into the Bannk's stack of bills. "There. NOW I
own it. So pay up."
Tammi glared. "You can't do that! You can't just move your piece whenever
you want! I don't believe you! You're such a cheater! You never could play
a game without cheating. You do NOT own Short Line. I don't care what you
say."
Danni picked a new instrument from behind Tammi's head, the hair brush
she'd brought from home, and settled next to her. "You know, baby sister,
you oughta care a lot about what I say. I say you have to pay me double
rent, and that means twenty minutes of armpit tickling."
Tammi sighed. "You'll do anything to tickle me, won't you? You'll break
any rule just to get your way. Someday--"
"Someday somebody'll make me pay for all my bullshit. Someday somebody'll
not take my crap. Someday somebody'll tie ME up and tickle me. I've heard
all this before, Sis. Let's get to the tickling!" Danni used the hairbrush
on Tammi's clean-shaven underarm to scrub the pale pink skin. Tammi's
laughter filled the backyard and made everybody smile.
Danni straddled her and took Becky's hairbrush to use on the other
underarm. Scrubbing both armpits for a couple of minutes made Tammi's
nipples hard again and made sweet secretions spill from her pussy. Danni
leaned down and planted her lips on her sister's. Continuing to scrub, she
kept Tammi from laughing with her own mouth, and probed the familiar
contours and textures of her sister's mouth and tongue.
Tammi's eyes were wide and staring, and saliva dribbled from her mouth,
and her heart pounded erratically. Boiling panic rose inside her chest and
surged into her throat, panic fired by nonstop tickling. She feared she
would suffocate, feared she would die from the irresistable and
uncontrollable sensations of tickle torture.
"Koochie, koochie!" Beth cried. "Tickle, tickle! Ha ha ha! I love it!
Tickle her for an hour, Danni! Don't stop at just twenty minutes--she
deserves hours of torture!"
Becky ambled over to Beth and looked down at her. "You like how Danni's
tickling her sister? Hm?"
Animosity temporarily forgotten, Beth's eyes shined. "Yes! She deserves
it. She deserves as much tickling as Danni can dish out."
"I bet you'd like to tickle Tammi again."
"Yup! I'd torture her!"
Becky kissed her, and, in her arousal, Beth kissed back. The kiss turned
into a long and deep mutual tonguing that became frantic when Becky
massaged her bare breasts. Gently pinching her stiff nipples drove Beth's
tongue as far into her mouth as it would go. Beth had been transported
from hell to heaven, as she kissed and was kissed by this beautiful girl,
and heard Tammi's screeching laughter in her ears. She lounged in her
bondage, pleasantly helpless for Becky.
When the kiss ended and Becky continued rubbing her tits, Beth spared half
a thought about her feelings. She actually loved the captivity of bondage,
which kept her immobile to receive unbearably wild and intense sexual
excitment. Just as long as there wasn't any tickling...
Though she had to admit, deep inside, with that secret silent voice only
she herself heard, that tickling did increase her arousal by tremendous
amounts, amounts she had never thought possible before. The agony of
tickling brought on the ecstatic transport of sexual bliss.
But tickling was still tickling, and it was still unbearable torture!
"Mmmmm-hmm! Hmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm-mm!" Tammi pleaded wordlessly into Danni's
mouth. The hair brushes sped across her armpits, teasing her into a desire
to die to escape the excruciating punishment. She writhed as her bangs
matted to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and
after another few minutes of tickling without being allowed to laugh, she
peed.
Beth watched in fascination as the golden stream spurted from Tammi's
pussy with all the energy of a girl under torture. It reached up into the
clear, Northern Californian air, and splattered the redwood deck between
Tammi's ankles. The pool of pee grew until the stream weakened. The steamy
arc shortened and made a squiggly path along the deck from Tammi's ankles
to her knees, and finally up between her spread thighs. It ended with
sporadic dribbles that wetted her already-damp pussy and trickled down
between her buttocks.
Danni tickled for half an hour, then got off her. "There, now you can stay
on the Short Line. Isn't this a fun game, Tammi?"
Tammi wheezed, eyes bloodshot, face shining with hot sweat. "Hhh...I hate
you...hh..."
"I know you do. You hate those you love. Shall we go on with the game?"
Becky gave each of Beth's nipples a final pinch, and picked up the dice so
she could roll for Beth. "By all means!"
