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*** Part one of what will become an ongoing series starring Leah, if anyone expresses any interest...***
PART ONE: LEAH AND LINDSEY
“What would you say if I told you that you could watch Lindsey completely helpless and begging for mercy?”
Leah’s eyes lit up- on her list of people in the entire world that she liked the least, Lindsey was at the very top. They had been rivals ever since kindergarten, and no matter how hard Leah tried, Lindsey always seemed to be one step up. When Leah had made Junior Varsity Field Hockey, Lindsey had made Varsity. Leah was Homecoming Queen, Lindsey was Prom Queen. The final straw had been college aid- Leah had gotten a partial scholarship and Lindsey was attending on a full ride. The thought of her rival desperate and helpless was more than enough to catch her attention.
“That would be great,” Leah said, looking at Ethan in the mirror while she brushed out her straight auburn hair.
Ethan smiled, plucking a stray strand from Leah’s ice-white shoulder. “Well, Lindsey has agreed to be tied down and tickled for an hour in any outfit I choose.”
The announcement brought a glance over her shoulder at Ethan as she set the brush down and put her hair up in a ponytail. Lindsey was hyper-ticklish and Leah suddenly got the mental image of her rival in a bikini, tied to a bed and squirming helplessly while Ethan ran his fingers all over her. Her smile widened at first and then faltered as she wondered what would make the evil woman agree to this.
“What’s the catch?”
Ethan clasped his hands in front of him and winced slightly, anticipating the response his words would bring. “The catch is… you have to do it first.”
Leah threw her head back and laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers of delight down Ethan’s spine. “Dream on.”
Ticklishness was the one place that Leah always thought she could best Lindsey in- no matter how ticklish the rival was, Leah thought she must be twice as much. The very thought of being helpless while being tickled made her squirm in her seat, phantom sensations flickering over her skin. Ethan knew how ticklish she was, and suddenly she wondered if this wasn’t a bit of careful engineering on his part to be able to tickle both of them to his heart’s content. The man had loved tickling for as long as she had known him, and had never missed an opportunity to torment his best friend with her weakness.
Ethan hurried around her chair to kneel at her side, resting both his hands on her leg. “Come on Leah, think about it… do you think you’re ever gonna get another chance to get even with Lindsey?”
She laughed again, looking down at him. “Oh, I thought about it- and then I thought about being helpless for an hour while you tickled me senseless. There is no chance, Ethan- forget it.”
He stood up, sighing as he walked to her window. He had thought sure that his best friend would go for it, but he had underestimated Leah’s ticklishness. Looking down into the street below, he made one last ditch effort without turning around.
“What if I let you videotape it?”
Leah glanced at his back and bit her lip indecisively- footage of her rival begging for mercy while tied to a bed would be the perfect blackmail material for the rest of her life. It was tempting. Leah stood up and walked over to him standing next to the window.
“Okay… I’ll do it. This is absolutely crazy,” She added with a nervous giggle, subconsciously crossing her arms across her chest.
Ethan spun around and crushed her in a bear-hug, picking her up and then setting her down gently. “You are so awesome.”
Releasing her, he made a phone call. Leah sat on the bed and listened to his end.
“Lindsey? Yeah, it’s Ethan. Leah agreed- no, you don’t need to bring anything; I’m sure Leah’s clothes will fit you just fine. Come on over. Okay, see you soon.”
He hung up and walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge and opening the nightstand. Leah knew exactly what he was looking for- once when she had sent Ethan to pick something up from her bedroom, he had discovered a pile of silk scarves that she and her ex-boyfriend had used when they were together. A tremble of anticipation ran through her as she watched him tie the first one to the bedpost at the head of the bed on his side- when her ex had done that it had filled her with excitement, but now it was a wild nervousness that made her reconsider. Only the thought of the video tape and its future uses made her stay strong.
Picking up two of the scarves, she tied them to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. The silk felt cool in her hands and she flashed back to the last time they had coiled around her limbs, soft but completely inescapable. She was going to be completely helpless, and this time there would be no surprise about what was to come- she realized with growing fear that it was going to be the longest hour of her life.
They had just finished tying all the scarves in place when a knock sounded on the bedroom door. Ethan hurried to open it and Leah sat on the bed again, legs swinging back and forth over the edge. Lindsey stood there framed in the doorway, her haughty pose and piercing blue eyes hardening Leah’s resolve to go through with it. She had never seen her rival in any mood besides superior and self-confident, and she was going to thoroughly enjoy her desperation.
“Nice room, Leah… very… quaint.” She said with a patronizing smile as she stepped in.
With a tone that was icily polite, she replied, “Thanks Lindsey, so good to see you again.”
The newcomer rolled her eyes, walking to the foot of the bed and leaning against it. “I can’t believe you even agreed to this- you know I can hold out longer than you can. But hey, if you want to be embarrassed in front of me again-”
Ethan broke in. “Okay, that’s enough- you two aren’t here to bicker. Here are the rules, so we’re all on the same page. Anything I do to Leah, I get to do to you, Lindsey. The time limit is one hour per girl, and you have to be in the same outfit. Nothing sexual happens to either of you while you’re tied down, and the girl who lasts the longest without begging wins.”
Leah spoke up. “Define begging, Ethan.”
Ethan grinned, nodding- he had figured that they would want more specific terms before going through with it. Neither one wanted to lose, and an obscure rule was out of the question.
“Okay… saying ‘please’ will be the catch word. Once you say please, your time is noted… but you still have to put up with the full hour.”
Lindsey nodded, and after a glance at both of them, Leah nodded too. A silence fell over them, but it was broken as Ethan clapped his hands together and said, “Okay, let’s find an outfit. Leah, your closet, please.”
Leah stood and crossed the room to the two French doors that folded away to reveal her clothes. Lindsey rolled her eyes as the man made a big show of wading through the armies of hangers, examining and then turning down various items. Leah stood over his shoulder, wondering what he had in mind- they had been friends so long that he had seen every piece of clothing that she owned. Her heart almost stopped when he held up her white spaghetti-strap tank top- the shirt was barely a shirt at all, exposing almost the entire midriff. With a grin he handed it out to her, watching her fingers tremble as she took the hanger from him.
“Now for the bottom half,” Ethan said with a big grin, going straight to the rows of skirts hanging on the far left.
Unlike the top, she knew exactly which skirt the man would pick. Halfway through the first row was a plaid, pleated mini-skirt from Hot Topic that she used to wear when she was between boyfriends and wanted to tease Ethan, and it worked because he could never tear his eyes away from her when she wore it. True to form, he plucked the skirt from the masses and handed it to her.
“Go change, Leah,” He said, voice dripping with bemusement.
As she turned around to head into the bathroom, she considered calling the entire thing off- the outfit he had picked would expose practically every inch of her ticklish body to his fingers. Just as she was about to back out she caught something priceless in Lindsey’s eyes- fear. Her nervous expression was replaced by a smile as she realized that inside Lindsey was as terrified of the coming torture as she was.
“Be right back,” Leah replied with a giggle, dashing down the hall.
Leah reappeared moments later in the doorway of the bedroom, skirt and tank top in place and blushing like mad. Ethan paused to stare, and even Lindsey had to admit to herself that she looked good in that outfit. The colors of the skirt complimented Leah’s long, pale legs, and the tank-top was sharply offset by her auburn hair.
Of course, it will look better on me, Lindsey assured herself.
“I forgot how short this skirt was,” Leah confessed, smoothing the pleats against her thighs.
She crossed the room, taking a deep breath and looking at Ethan. She could see the anticipation dancing in his eyes, strengthening her theory that this was all a master plan of his. Brushing a stray lock back behind her ear, she looked over at Lindsey and then back at her soon-to-be tormentor.
“Okay Leah… lay down on the bed and stretch towards the scarves.”
Leah crawled onto the bed and flopped onto her back, lifting her arms and wincing as the bottom of the tank-top rode up even higher. She felt her fingers brush the silk and stopped, arms half bent with her hands laying across the ends of the restraints. Ethan walked over to her and took her wrist in his hand, stretching her arm straight with an evil grin as he wound the scarf around it. With a sigh of defeat she stretched her other arm straight, waiting as she felt the cloth tighten around her wrist.
Lindsey pulled the chair away from Leah’s dresser and set it at the side of the bed, looking down at Leah. “I want to be right up close for this Leah… ready to lose?”
Without reply she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax. It’s only an hour, and then it’ll be her turn…
Lindsey lent Ethan a hand, securing one ankle in place as he tied the other one. Leah had considered leaving her socks on but realized that Ethan would just peel them off before tying her in place and so had saved him the time and effort. Just the feeling of their fingertips working around her ankles and the soft silk whispering across them made goosebumps break out across her body- her feet weren’t her worst spot, but they were pretty bad.
Ethan at last took a seat next to her on the bed, taking off his watch and setting the timer for one hour. The beep of the watch as it began it’s countdown sounded like a peal of thunder to the restrained girl, and she started giggling instantly.
Ethan reached out slowly and placed his finger on her rib, dragging a single finger down her side and back up. Leah squeaked, eyes clamping shut as she squirmed away from him slightly, trying to control the sensations she could feel building in her body. A second finger joined the first one and a moan of despair leaked out before dissolving into soft, continuous giggles.
“Ooh, does that tickle?” Lindsey purred from her chair, leaning towards the captive girl.
Ethan grinned and climbed over Leah, straddling her hips and looking down at Leah. “Enough teasing, let’s get down to business.”
Leah tensed up and opened her mouth to protest, then clamped it shut- she knew that she would never make it a full hour, but she was going to make Ethan work for it. Even so, when all ten of his fingers began fluttering up and down her taut abs, she threw her head back and exploded with uncontrollable giggles as her body wriggled in place beneath him. She tried to buck her hips to free herself, but Ethan pressed down with his legs to pin her in place as his fingers continued to trace little circles and long lines over her bare tummy.
Her giggling faded as his fingers worked out to her sides- her sides were ticklish, but it was nothing compared to her tummy, and even through her rolling laughter and gentle squirms she was glad for the brief respite.
“You suck,” She teased with a gasp between squeaks and twitches, sticking her tongue out at him.
Ethan just grinned and began walking his fingers up her ribs, wiggling softly. Leah thrashed, eyes closed and trying to keep her lips closed against the building laughter within. As his hands reached higher and higher, she began to tug desperately as the scarves that held her arms up. His fingers found the bare skin where the tank top ended and she squealed, arching up and trying to get even an inch of protection, but there was no slack in her restraints.
Not there, oh God, please not there! She thought desperately, just before his fingers made contact with her bare, helpless underarms.
Lindsey laughed as she watched her old rival become hysterical- her underarms were amazingly ticklish. Without thinking about it she crossed her arms, almost feeling sympathy for the girl. Ethan was merciless- she had thought that he had begged his best friend into cooperating just so that he could get a shot at her, but as she watched the pleasure on his face she wondered which of them Ethan was more interested in tickling.
Leah couldn’t think, couldn’t speak- all she could do was laugh. If she had been able to catch her breath, she would have pleaded with him to stop, but every time she opened her mouth her words were devoured by helpless laughter. All of his fingers were tracing through her underarms, finding places that make her twitch or scream and honing in on them. Her face turned bright red as laughter consumed her- and suddenly it stopped and she was taking deep breaths of air.
As she regained control she felt his hands on her sides, starting to tickle softly and delicately against her smooth skin- the gentle laughter and slow squirms resumed, unable to completely calm down but able to catch her breath. Wordlessly she lay still as much as she could, twitching when he touched a particularly sensitive place but trying to stay as relaxed as she could.
I can do this, she thought. If I can take it under my arms, I can take it anywhere.
Lindsey frowned, a bit worried. She had seen Leah tickled before- when she played field hockey, the girls used to gang up on her and tickle her after the games. Her underarms were her weakness, but somehow she hadn’t begged for her friend to stop- for the first time Lindsey considered that she might lose. She had a strong will, but just seeing what Leah was being put through was enough to make her want to plead with him not to do it to her.
Ethan slid off Leah and walked along the length of the bed to stand at the footboard, both of the bound girl’s feet within his reach. Leah instinctively curled her toes- she couldn’t stop him from tickling her feet, but she could at least protect her sensitive toes. She watched as he climbed onto the bed between her ankles and captured on foot in his hand, holding it still and pulling her toes back- she squealed and tried to keep them curled, but she was no match for him. Taking a few deep breaths, she closed her eyes and waited for the torture to resume. She didn’t have to wait long- almost instantly she felt first one and then two fingers gliding across her bare, sensitive arch. Her foot twitched as Ethan traced delicate designs across her sole, fingertips flickering like an artist’s brush and returning to any spot that made her leg twitch suddenly. Unable to fight the sensations she gave in to the wave of giggles that wracked her body, throwing her head back and letting the helpless laughter spill from her parted lips.
“Oh GOD!” She shouted suddenly as his finger brushed the side of her heel, jerking hard against the binding scarf and arching her back. Lindsey laughed evilly.
“Do that again- that was great!” She said, gazing down at her vulnerable rival.
Ethan obliged with a teasing smile of his own, flickering all of his fingers across the ultra-sensitive spot while his other hand held her foot tight. Leah convulsed on the bed, laughing explosively and thrashing against the restraints. Every second stretched out to an eternity as Ethan played with her bare foot, mercilessly tickling the spot he had discovered just to the side of Leah’s heel.
After what seemed like a week of torture, the tickling stopped. Leah still couldn’t stop laughing, squirming away from anywhere that Ethan reached for and bursting into nervous giggles. The respite was just enough to let her breathe before she felt his fingers crawling up the inside of her calf, about as ticklish as her sides but more so in her desperate condition. Her legs jerked as she wriggled her hips on the bed, looking for a way to break contact even for a moment but without any success. She closed her eyes and squealed just before his fingers made contact with her knees, knowing what was coming. Once after swimming in the river Leah had laid down on her stomach to let her back tan, and Ethan had straddled her legs and tickled the back of her knees for what seemed like forever, though she was sure it was only a few minutes. Now, tied to the bed, she tried to press her legs down flat to the mattress to stop what she knew was unstoppable.
Ethan’s smile spread to a grin as he slipped his legs under Leah’s, making a space between the mattress and her knees that she couldn’t close. She moaned in anticipation, legs wriggling and riding the skirt hem up further along her pale, firm thighs. She knew that her red panties were showing but didn’t care- despite the ties she desperately needed to find a way to get away from Ethan’s fingers for a moment.
The stroking of all of his fingers behind her knees came without warning and mercilessly, going straight for the place that he knew she couldn’t take. She screamed and bucked on the bed, thrashing her head from side to side and sending her auburn hair cascading around her. The ticklish sensations shot up her legs through her hips, convulsing her body as the desperate hysterical laughter began. Her knees were at least as bad as her underarms and Ethan knew exactly how to work on them, making the skin tight and then tracing his short fingernails across it. She didn’t know how long she screamed as the maddening touches made her laugh helplessly, body trembling as she slowly lost the stamina to resist. Reduced to laying still and laughing, she gave in and let her mind go blank as her lithe figure jumped and squirmed across the bedspread as far as the silk scarves would let it. Through it all she heard Lindsey laughing, watching with glee as Leah was reduced to a giggling, wiggling little girl.
Again the torture ceased and Leah gulped for air, unspent laughter still pouring from her mouth. Her body collapsed on the bed as her hazel eyes fixed on Ethan’s, silently pleading for mercy that she knew she wouldn’t get.
“Tell me, Leah- are your thighs ticklish?”
Those words sent a shot of terror through Leah’s body, and suddenly desperation renewed her ability to struggle. She tried to draw her legs together but the restraints kept them apart, exposing the place that Ethan had so innocently asked about.
“No- come on, Ethan- don’t-“
Ethan grinned. “Say please.”
She bit her lip, gurgling mindlessly as his fingers started to tease around her knees again. She didn’t want to give in, but she knew that one flicker of his fingertips along her inner thigh would have her begging for mercy, promising anything for him to stop. She turned her head to the side to look at the watch on the nightstand and her heart sank- it had only been 25 minutes! Even if she begged, Ethan was going to tickle her thighs anyway.
“Um,” Lindsey said with a voice full of hesitation, “You don’t have to tickle her there- its cool.”
She tried to play off the remark as casual but Ethan caught on right away- anything that he did to Leah, he was going to be able to do to Lindsey, and he knew exactly where he was going to start. His grin widened as he looked down at his helpless best friend and then over at her rival, who had just crossed her legs at the thought of what would surely come her way unless she convinced him to leave Leah’s upper legs alone.
“Oh, I definitely do.” He replied with a voice filled with amusement. “And then it will be your turn.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened just a bit with fear and she made a barely audible sound that was something like a whimper, but she said nothing.
Using his legs to press Leah’s knees apart, he said innocently, “Any last requests?”
“Ethan-”
Her words melted into instant hysteria as his fingers brushed her knees and then crawled slowly quickly up her legs like spiders. Her mind blanked as her body went rigid, laughing first desperately and then silently as he tickled the one place Leah couldn’t take even a minute of it.
“Please! PLEASE! No more…” Her attempt at begging broke down into more desperate laughter before she gasped out, “Not there! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAASEEEEE! I can’t- I-”
Ethan couldn’t hide his reaction- he had never seen anyone at that level of ticklish agony before. His fingers moved along every inch of the sensitive skin, exploring places that he had never touched in all their years of friendship and delighting in the way she was too ticklish to even squirm. Her pleas were music to his ears and she heard Lindsey pick up the watch to check the time, but it was a distant as if she were in the next room. His entire mind was focused on the tickling of Leah, making her body tremble as it locked rigid, senses overloading as she begged incoherently.
“I’ll do anything! STOP- Oh GOD- please- PLEAAAAASSSSEE!”
Ethan did the only thing that he could think to do- for the next thirty minutes his fingers flickered and caressed Leah’s legs. Every couple of minutes he would pause, tickling her underarms and tummy as she built up the strength to plead for mercy, only to let his fingers crawl back up under her skirt and strip that strength from her helplessly flailing and laughing form again.
When at last it came to an end, Leah lay on her back with her chest heaving and her legs trembling. She could barely hear the beeping of the watch alarm over the pounding of her heart and her sharp breathing. It took almost ten minutes for the unbearably ticklish girl to recover, long after Ethan had released her ankles and wrists from the silk restraints. She curled up into a ball and let the last of her giggles tumble from her mouth, squealing and contracting into a smaller bundle as Lindsey unexpectedly reached out and dragged her fingernail along Leah’s foot. No longer tied, Leah’s legs kicked violently as she tried to escape Lindsey’s touch, whimpering as her rival grabbed her ankle and stretched her leg out to let the other set of fingers attack her knee.
“No- NO! Ethan, help!”
Reluctantly the man parted the two women, helping Leah off the bed as Lindsey grinned at them both.
“That was the longest hour of my life,” Leah confessed with a nervous giggle, wrapping her arms around herself and backing away from the evil tickler and his next victim.
Ethan laughed. “It only seemed like a couple of minutes on my end! Okay Lindsey, go with Leah and change into that outfit… it’s time to keep your bargain.”
Lindsey shivered, trying hard not to let him see her fear. After witnessing what Leah had gone through, she wished that she had gone first- the anticipation of knowing that all of Ethan’s evil techniques would be used on her hyper-sensitive body was almost more than she could bear. Still, she knew that there was no way out of the deal- if she backed out then Leah won, and even if it meant surviving an hour of merciless tickling she could never let that happen.
PART ONE: LEAH AND LINDSEY
“What would you say if I told you that you could watch Lindsey completely helpless and begging for mercy?”
Leah’s eyes lit up- on her list of people in the entire world that she liked the least, Lindsey was at the very top. They had been rivals ever since kindergarten, and no matter how hard Leah tried, Lindsey always seemed to be one step up. When Leah had made Junior Varsity Field Hockey, Lindsey had made Varsity. Leah was Homecoming Queen, Lindsey was Prom Queen. The final straw had been college aid- Leah had gotten a partial scholarship and Lindsey was attending on a full ride. The thought of her rival desperate and helpless was more than enough to catch her attention.
“That would be great,” Leah said, looking at Ethan in the mirror while she brushed out her straight auburn hair.
Ethan smiled, plucking a stray strand from Leah’s ice-white shoulder. “Well, Lindsey has agreed to be tied down and tickled for an hour in any outfit I choose.”
The announcement brought a glance over her shoulder at Ethan as she set the brush down and put her hair up in a ponytail. Lindsey was hyper-ticklish and Leah suddenly got the mental image of her rival in a bikini, tied to a bed and squirming helplessly while Ethan ran his fingers all over her. Her smile widened at first and then faltered as she wondered what would make the evil woman agree to this.
“What’s the catch?”
Ethan clasped his hands in front of him and winced slightly, anticipating the response his words would bring. “The catch is… you have to do it first.”
Leah threw her head back and laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers of delight down Ethan’s spine. “Dream on.”
Ticklishness was the one place that Leah always thought she could best Lindsey in- no matter how ticklish the rival was, Leah thought she must be twice as much. The very thought of being helpless while being tickled made her squirm in her seat, phantom sensations flickering over her skin. Ethan knew how ticklish she was, and suddenly she wondered if this wasn’t a bit of careful engineering on his part to be able to tickle both of them to his heart’s content. The man had loved tickling for as long as she had known him, and had never missed an opportunity to torment his best friend with her weakness.
Ethan hurried around her chair to kneel at her side, resting both his hands on her leg. “Come on Leah, think about it… do you think you’re ever gonna get another chance to get even with Lindsey?”
She laughed again, looking down at him. “Oh, I thought about it- and then I thought about being helpless for an hour while you tickled me senseless. There is no chance, Ethan- forget it.”
He stood up, sighing as he walked to her window. He had thought sure that his best friend would go for it, but he had underestimated Leah’s ticklishness. Looking down into the street below, he made one last ditch effort without turning around.
“What if I let you videotape it?”
Leah glanced at his back and bit her lip indecisively- footage of her rival begging for mercy while tied to a bed would be the perfect blackmail material for the rest of her life. It was tempting. Leah stood up and walked over to him standing next to the window.
“Okay… I’ll do it. This is absolutely crazy,” She added with a nervous giggle, subconsciously crossing her arms across her chest.
Ethan spun around and crushed her in a bear-hug, picking her up and then setting her down gently. “You are so awesome.”
Releasing her, he made a phone call. Leah sat on the bed and listened to his end.
“Lindsey? Yeah, it’s Ethan. Leah agreed- no, you don’t need to bring anything; I’m sure Leah’s clothes will fit you just fine. Come on over. Okay, see you soon.”
He hung up and walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge and opening the nightstand. Leah knew exactly what he was looking for- once when she had sent Ethan to pick something up from her bedroom, he had discovered a pile of silk scarves that she and her ex-boyfriend had used when they were together. A tremble of anticipation ran through her as she watched him tie the first one to the bedpost at the head of the bed on his side- when her ex had done that it had filled her with excitement, but now it was a wild nervousness that made her reconsider. Only the thought of the video tape and its future uses made her stay strong.
Picking up two of the scarves, she tied them to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. The silk felt cool in her hands and she flashed back to the last time they had coiled around her limbs, soft but completely inescapable. She was going to be completely helpless, and this time there would be no surprise about what was to come- she realized with growing fear that it was going to be the longest hour of her life.
They had just finished tying all the scarves in place when a knock sounded on the bedroom door. Ethan hurried to open it and Leah sat on the bed again, legs swinging back and forth over the edge. Lindsey stood there framed in the doorway, her haughty pose and piercing blue eyes hardening Leah’s resolve to go through with it. She had never seen her rival in any mood besides superior and self-confident, and she was going to thoroughly enjoy her desperation.
“Nice room, Leah… very… quaint.” She said with a patronizing smile as she stepped in.
With a tone that was icily polite, she replied, “Thanks Lindsey, so good to see you again.”
The newcomer rolled her eyes, walking to the foot of the bed and leaning against it. “I can’t believe you even agreed to this- you know I can hold out longer than you can. But hey, if you want to be embarrassed in front of me again-”
Ethan broke in. “Okay, that’s enough- you two aren’t here to bicker. Here are the rules, so we’re all on the same page. Anything I do to Leah, I get to do to you, Lindsey. The time limit is one hour per girl, and you have to be in the same outfit. Nothing sexual happens to either of you while you’re tied down, and the girl who lasts the longest without begging wins.”
Leah spoke up. “Define begging, Ethan.”
Ethan grinned, nodding- he had figured that they would want more specific terms before going through with it. Neither one wanted to lose, and an obscure rule was out of the question.
“Okay… saying ‘please’ will be the catch word. Once you say please, your time is noted… but you still have to put up with the full hour.”
Lindsey nodded, and after a glance at both of them, Leah nodded too. A silence fell over them, but it was broken as Ethan clapped his hands together and said, “Okay, let’s find an outfit. Leah, your closet, please.”
Leah stood and crossed the room to the two French doors that folded away to reveal her clothes. Lindsey rolled her eyes as the man made a big show of wading through the armies of hangers, examining and then turning down various items. Leah stood over his shoulder, wondering what he had in mind- they had been friends so long that he had seen every piece of clothing that she owned. Her heart almost stopped when he held up her white spaghetti-strap tank top- the shirt was barely a shirt at all, exposing almost the entire midriff. With a grin he handed it out to her, watching her fingers tremble as she took the hanger from him.
“Now for the bottom half,” Ethan said with a big grin, going straight to the rows of skirts hanging on the far left.
Unlike the top, she knew exactly which skirt the man would pick. Halfway through the first row was a plaid, pleated mini-skirt from Hot Topic that she used to wear when she was between boyfriends and wanted to tease Ethan, and it worked because he could never tear his eyes away from her when she wore it. True to form, he plucked the skirt from the masses and handed it to her.
“Go change, Leah,” He said, voice dripping with bemusement.
As she turned around to head into the bathroom, she considered calling the entire thing off- the outfit he had picked would expose practically every inch of her ticklish body to his fingers. Just as she was about to back out she caught something priceless in Lindsey’s eyes- fear. Her nervous expression was replaced by a smile as she realized that inside Lindsey was as terrified of the coming torture as she was.
“Be right back,” Leah replied with a giggle, dashing down the hall.
Leah reappeared moments later in the doorway of the bedroom, skirt and tank top in place and blushing like mad. Ethan paused to stare, and even Lindsey had to admit to herself that she looked good in that outfit. The colors of the skirt complimented Leah’s long, pale legs, and the tank-top was sharply offset by her auburn hair.
Of course, it will look better on me, Lindsey assured herself.
“I forgot how short this skirt was,” Leah confessed, smoothing the pleats against her thighs.
She crossed the room, taking a deep breath and looking at Ethan. She could see the anticipation dancing in his eyes, strengthening her theory that this was all a master plan of his. Brushing a stray lock back behind her ear, she looked over at Lindsey and then back at her soon-to-be tormentor.
“Okay Leah… lay down on the bed and stretch towards the scarves.”
Leah crawled onto the bed and flopped onto her back, lifting her arms and wincing as the bottom of the tank-top rode up even higher. She felt her fingers brush the silk and stopped, arms half bent with her hands laying across the ends of the restraints. Ethan walked over to her and took her wrist in his hand, stretching her arm straight with an evil grin as he wound the scarf around it. With a sigh of defeat she stretched her other arm straight, waiting as she felt the cloth tighten around her wrist.
Lindsey pulled the chair away from Leah’s dresser and set it at the side of the bed, looking down at Leah. “I want to be right up close for this Leah… ready to lose?”
Without reply she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax. It’s only an hour, and then it’ll be her turn…
Lindsey lent Ethan a hand, securing one ankle in place as he tied the other one. Leah had considered leaving her socks on but realized that Ethan would just peel them off before tying her in place and so had saved him the time and effort. Just the feeling of their fingertips working around her ankles and the soft silk whispering across them made goosebumps break out across her body- her feet weren’t her worst spot, but they were pretty bad.
Ethan at last took a seat next to her on the bed, taking off his watch and setting the timer for one hour. The beep of the watch as it began it’s countdown sounded like a peal of thunder to the restrained girl, and she started giggling instantly.
Ethan reached out slowly and placed his finger on her rib, dragging a single finger down her side and back up. Leah squeaked, eyes clamping shut as she squirmed away from him slightly, trying to control the sensations she could feel building in her body. A second finger joined the first one and a moan of despair leaked out before dissolving into soft, continuous giggles.
“Ooh, does that tickle?” Lindsey purred from her chair, leaning towards the captive girl.
Ethan grinned and climbed over Leah, straddling her hips and looking down at Leah. “Enough teasing, let’s get down to business.”
Leah tensed up and opened her mouth to protest, then clamped it shut- she knew that she would never make it a full hour, but she was going to make Ethan work for it. Even so, when all ten of his fingers began fluttering up and down her taut abs, she threw her head back and exploded with uncontrollable giggles as her body wriggled in place beneath him. She tried to buck her hips to free herself, but Ethan pressed down with his legs to pin her in place as his fingers continued to trace little circles and long lines over her bare tummy.
Her giggling faded as his fingers worked out to her sides- her sides were ticklish, but it was nothing compared to her tummy, and even through her rolling laughter and gentle squirms she was glad for the brief respite.
“You suck,” She teased with a gasp between squeaks and twitches, sticking her tongue out at him.
Ethan just grinned and began walking his fingers up her ribs, wiggling softly. Leah thrashed, eyes closed and trying to keep her lips closed against the building laughter within. As his hands reached higher and higher, she began to tug desperately as the scarves that held her arms up. His fingers found the bare skin where the tank top ended and she squealed, arching up and trying to get even an inch of protection, but there was no slack in her restraints.
Not there, oh God, please not there! She thought desperately, just before his fingers made contact with her bare, helpless underarms.
Lindsey laughed as she watched her old rival become hysterical- her underarms were amazingly ticklish. Without thinking about it she crossed her arms, almost feeling sympathy for the girl. Ethan was merciless- she had thought that he had begged his best friend into cooperating just so that he could get a shot at her, but as she watched the pleasure on his face she wondered which of them Ethan was more interested in tickling.
Leah couldn’t think, couldn’t speak- all she could do was laugh. If she had been able to catch her breath, she would have pleaded with him to stop, but every time she opened her mouth her words were devoured by helpless laughter. All of his fingers were tracing through her underarms, finding places that make her twitch or scream and honing in on them. Her face turned bright red as laughter consumed her- and suddenly it stopped and she was taking deep breaths of air.
As she regained control she felt his hands on her sides, starting to tickle softly and delicately against her smooth skin- the gentle laughter and slow squirms resumed, unable to completely calm down but able to catch her breath. Wordlessly she lay still as much as she could, twitching when he touched a particularly sensitive place but trying to stay as relaxed as she could.
I can do this, she thought. If I can take it under my arms, I can take it anywhere.
Lindsey frowned, a bit worried. She had seen Leah tickled before- when she played field hockey, the girls used to gang up on her and tickle her after the games. Her underarms were her weakness, but somehow she hadn’t begged for her friend to stop- for the first time Lindsey considered that she might lose. She had a strong will, but just seeing what Leah was being put through was enough to make her want to plead with him not to do it to her.
Ethan slid off Leah and walked along the length of the bed to stand at the footboard, both of the bound girl’s feet within his reach. Leah instinctively curled her toes- she couldn’t stop him from tickling her feet, but she could at least protect her sensitive toes. She watched as he climbed onto the bed between her ankles and captured on foot in his hand, holding it still and pulling her toes back- she squealed and tried to keep them curled, but she was no match for him. Taking a few deep breaths, she closed her eyes and waited for the torture to resume. She didn’t have to wait long- almost instantly she felt first one and then two fingers gliding across her bare, sensitive arch. Her foot twitched as Ethan traced delicate designs across her sole, fingertips flickering like an artist’s brush and returning to any spot that made her leg twitch suddenly. Unable to fight the sensations she gave in to the wave of giggles that wracked her body, throwing her head back and letting the helpless laughter spill from her parted lips.
“Oh GOD!” She shouted suddenly as his finger brushed the side of her heel, jerking hard against the binding scarf and arching her back. Lindsey laughed evilly.
“Do that again- that was great!” She said, gazing down at her vulnerable rival.
Ethan obliged with a teasing smile of his own, flickering all of his fingers across the ultra-sensitive spot while his other hand held her foot tight. Leah convulsed on the bed, laughing explosively and thrashing against the restraints. Every second stretched out to an eternity as Ethan played with her bare foot, mercilessly tickling the spot he had discovered just to the side of Leah’s heel.
After what seemed like a week of torture, the tickling stopped. Leah still couldn’t stop laughing, squirming away from anywhere that Ethan reached for and bursting into nervous giggles. The respite was just enough to let her breathe before she felt his fingers crawling up the inside of her calf, about as ticklish as her sides but more so in her desperate condition. Her legs jerked as she wriggled her hips on the bed, looking for a way to break contact even for a moment but without any success. She closed her eyes and squealed just before his fingers made contact with her knees, knowing what was coming. Once after swimming in the river Leah had laid down on her stomach to let her back tan, and Ethan had straddled her legs and tickled the back of her knees for what seemed like forever, though she was sure it was only a few minutes. Now, tied to the bed, she tried to press her legs down flat to the mattress to stop what she knew was unstoppable.
Ethan’s smile spread to a grin as he slipped his legs under Leah’s, making a space between the mattress and her knees that she couldn’t close. She moaned in anticipation, legs wriggling and riding the skirt hem up further along her pale, firm thighs. She knew that her red panties were showing but didn’t care- despite the ties she desperately needed to find a way to get away from Ethan’s fingers for a moment.
The stroking of all of his fingers behind her knees came without warning and mercilessly, going straight for the place that he knew she couldn’t take. She screamed and bucked on the bed, thrashing her head from side to side and sending her auburn hair cascading around her. The ticklish sensations shot up her legs through her hips, convulsing her body as the desperate hysterical laughter began. Her knees were at least as bad as her underarms and Ethan knew exactly how to work on them, making the skin tight and then tracing his short fingernails across it. She didn’t know how long she screamed as the maddening touches made her laugh helplessly, body trembling as she slowly lost the stamina to resist. Reduced to laying still and laughing, she gave in and let her mind go blank as her lithe figure jumped and squirmed across the bedspread as far as the silk scarves would let it. Through it all she heard Lindsey laughing, watching with glee as Leah was reduced to a giggling, wiggling little girl.
Again the torture ceased and Leah gulped for air, unspent laughter still pouring from her mouth. Her body collapsed on the bed as her hazel eyes fixed on Ethan’s, silently pleading for mercy that she knew she wouldn’t get.
“Tell me, Leah- are your thighs ticklish?”
Those words sent a shot of terror through Leah’s body, and suddenly desperation renewed her ability to struggle. She tried to draw her legs together but the restraints kept them apart, exposing the place that Ethan had so innocently asked about.
“No- come on, Ethan- don’t-“
Ethan grinned. “Say please.”
She bit her lip, gurgling mindlessly as his fingers started to tease around her knees again. She didn’t want to give in, but she knew that one flicker of his fingertips along her inner thigh would have her begging for mercy, promising anything for him to stop. She turned her head to the side to look at the watch on the nightstand and her heart sank- it had only been 25 minutes! Even if she begged, Ethan was going to tickle her thighs anyway.
“Um,” Lindsey said with a voice full of hesitation, “You don’t have to tickle her there- its cool.”
She tried to play off the remark as casual but Ethan caught on right away- anything that he did to Leah, he was going to be able to do to Lindsey, and he knew exactly where he was going to start. His grin widened as he looked down at his helpless best friend and then over at her rival, who had just crossed her legs at the thought of what would surely come her way unless she convinced him to leave Leah’s upper legs alone.
“Oh, I definitely do.” He replied with a voice filled with amusement. “And then it will be your turn.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened just a bit with fear and she made a barely audible sound that was something like a whimper, but she said nothing.
Using his legs to press Leah’s knees apart, he said innocently, “Any last requests?”
“Ethan-”
Her words melted into instant hysteria as his fingers brushed her knees and then crawled slowly quickly up her legs like spiders. Her mind blanked as her body went rigid, laughing first desperately and then silently as he tickled the one place Leah couldn’t take even a minute of it.
“Please! PLEASE! No more…” Her attempt at begging broke down into more desperate laughter before she gasped out, “Not there! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAASEEEEE! I can’t- I-”
Ethan couldn’t hide his reaction- he had never seen anyone at that level of ticklish agony before. His fingers moved along every inch of the sensitive skin, exploring places that he had never touched in all their years of friendship and delighting in the way she was too ticklish to even squirm. Her pleas were music to his ears and she heard Lindsey pick up the watch to check the time, but it was a distant as if she were in the next room. His entire mind was focused on the tickling of Leah, making her body tremble as it locked rigid, senses overloading as she begged incoherently.
“I’ll do anything! STOP- Oh GOD- please- PLEAAAAASSSSEE!”
Ethan did the only thing that he could think to do- for the next thirty minutes his fingers flickered and caressed Leah’s legs. Every couple of minutes he would pause, tickling her underarms and tummy as she built up the strength to plead for mercy, only to let his fingers crawl back up under her skirt and strip that strength from her helplessly flailing and laughing form again.
When at last it came to an end, Leah lay on her back with her chest heaving and her legs trembling. She could barely hear the beeping of the watch alarm over the pounding of her heart and her sharp breathing. It took almost ten minutes for the unbearably ticklish girl to recover, long after Ethan had released her ankles and wrists from the silk restraints. She curled up into a ball and let the last of her giggles tumble from her mouth, squealing and contracting into a smaller bundle as Lindsey unexpectedly reached out and dragged her fingernail along Leah’s foot. No longer tied, Leah’s legs kicked violently as she tried to escape Lindsey’s touch, whimpering as her rival grabbed her ankle and stretched her leg out to let the other set of fingers attack her knee.
“No- NO! Ethan, help!”
Reluctantly the man parted the two women, helping Leah off the bed as Lindsey grinned at them both.
“That was the longest hour of my life,” Leah confessed with a nervous giggle, wrapping her arms around herself and backing away from the evil tickler and his next victim.
Ethan laughed. “It only seemed like a couple of minutes on my end! Okay Lindsey, go with Leah and change into that outfit… it’s time to keep your bargain.”
Lindsey shivered, trying hard not to let him see her fear. After witnessing what Leah had gone through, she wished that she had gone first- the anticipation of knowing that all of Ethan’s evil techniques would be used on her hyper-sensitive body was almost more than she could bear. Still, she knew that there was no way out of the deal- if she backed out then Leah won, and even if it meant surviving an hour of merciless tickling she could never let that happen.
Please get part 2 posted on here real soon! I want to see what happens to Lindsey!!! 
