TICKLEMANTIS' 1000th POST SPECTACULAR!

TICKLEMANTIS' 1000th POST SPECTACULAR! (4 new stories!)

I'm baaaaack...

As some of you may have noticed it's been about 2-3 months since my last post, those of you who PM'd me questioning my whereabouts will already know what was happening. It dawned on me some months ago that I was approching my 1000th post at rapid speed and decided that after roughly four years kicking around the TMF I better make it a good one and make it count.

How to go about making a grand 1000th post, I asked myself. Many idea ran through my head but eventually I decided on simply posting a whole bunch of new stories, given that stories are really the only thing I can contribute here. However, they couldn't just be any stories...oh no. I was more than aware that I had atleast one unfinished story of which I'd never posted a part two and one request I had attempted and dragged along with.

Now whilst there are members who have posts well into the tens of thousands it's going to take me a life time to get there, so bare with me. One thing I was thinking of was writting a list of people I'd like to thank, but what worried me was missing someone out so there will be no such list. Fans and friends know full well who they are and everyone knows the mods do a fantastic job.

Anywho, enough of that dribble. I'm sure your more interested in what's below. The stories posted here will also be posted individually in my archive incase you don't want to wallow through this lot or loose your place. Here's the run down...

-" Erin and Di in 'Identically Ticklish' ": This was a request given to me many many months ago by a friend from this very forum which I accepted and then never finished the original. With guilt riding my back for letting my friend down I simply could not let the 1000th post go without completing something, even though the requestor has already read it here it is for the first time on the TMF.

-" Kendell's Touch ": A brand new character in a brand new six part epic that took up most of the time leading up to this post. The story follows Kendell's torment and has a surprise ending that some may find a little controversial...I'm not saying it's never been done before but none the less it doesn't get done often and may see me slide a few spots in the popularity meter around here.

-" Alternate Carriers ": The previously mentioned story that has never seen a part two until now. Here I've posted both parts for those of you who never saw part one. This follows the terrible misfortune of a young porn starlet whose director thinks she could make a lot more money in the fetish scene.

-" Tina 12: The Bellboy's Honeymoon ": No you didn't read it wrong! She's back in all her glorious ditsiness and big breasted buffoonery. Join fan favourite Tina in her latest misadventure and no need to have read the previous eleven stories either. This story, if all goes according to plan, should be easy enough for anyone to sit down and read without even ever having heard of Tina let alone read her tales of ticklish woe.

-Attachment: Tribute toon by TQLR: One of my favourite tickle fiction writers of all time and one of my favourite tickle toon artists of all time contributes to the 1000th post with another magnificent pic! This colourful wonder shows Tina (from the series mentioned just above) in the throws of ticklish agony. Thanks TQLR!

For those of you who don't know me my name is TickleMantis and I'll be your host for this evening. For those of you who do know me I'm back indefinetly and will be posting regularly again from this point on. Thanks everyone, welcome to my 1000th post and please enjoy the show...

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Erin & Di in... 'Identically Ticklish' FF/ff


The twins had met Erin and Di at a mid year party and got on with them like a house on fire. While their explanations as to why twenty eight year old Erin and twenty seven year old Di were actually at a party for senior high school students were hazey at best, the cute identical blondes were still more than happy to accept an invite to a private party the next friday. The twins spent that friday at school and made their way straight to the beach front address given to them by Erin and Di who had giggled excitedly at last saturday's party when the twins accepted their invite.

The twins, Jenna and Lola were total knockouts. At eighteen years old their private school uniforms made them anyone's wet dream. 5'3 tall, lightly tanned smooth as silk skin, stark icey blue eyes and plump round 36B cup breasts. In their short dark blue skirts, knee high white cotton socks, white lace up pumps and dark blue button up blazers accompanied by tightly bound pony tails the two girls climbed from either side of the bright yellow taxi and made their way towards a small two story rented beach house.

While the twins made their way along the tidy concrete footpath Erin and Di watched from the second story window, the sun light from the bright day lazily shining into the room. While the twins looked good Erin and Di were no misfires in the looks department either. Both stood 5'5 and had large C cups but other than that they were far from identical.

Being and athlete the light haired brunette Di had well toned muscles and soft smooth, slightly tanned skin. Di's wavey hair ran just below her shoulders and the even lighter highlights at the front accentuated her sedutivley cute face. Erin had wider hips than her good friend and gorgeus pouty lips, her light natural blonde hair waved beautifully around her flawless features and the smile that crossed her rosey cheeked face was one of pure mischeif.

"Up here!" A voice called as the twins poked their heads into the open front door and looked directly up the carpetted stairs. "Let yourselves in!"

Jenna and Lola slipped off their white pumps without unlacing and treaded curiously up the soft steps in their white cotton socks. Arriving at the top of the stairs the two wandered into the first room opposite them, having seen the scantly clad Erin and Di standing out on the porch. There wasn't much in the room, it was barley even furnished and not a picture on the wall. There was a large double bed sitting with the head to one wall a small set of drawers, some closet doors and a thin legged table out on the porch next to Erin, who stubbed the remains of a ciggarette out while turning to great her guests.

"We going swimming?" Lola asked with a smile refering to Di's thin jet black bikini top that strained to hold her round cushy boobs.

"Maybe later." Erin said stepping into the room, she wore a thin red sleeves top with two small straps holding it on over either shouler and small denim cut offs that accentuated her peach like butt. "How was school?"

"Boring." Jenna replied sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing her left leg over her right, wiggling her left sock covered foot as it hung in the air. "The week dragged by."

"Not to worry" Di said as she and Erin walked father into the room, sliding the door shut behind them. "Its the weekend now and we have a great night all planned out."

"Is anyone else coming or is it just a girls night?" Lola asked, sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed.

"Just us girls tonight." Erin replied as she opened the top drawer of the small dresser and pulled out a set of jingling keys, underarming them swiftly towards Di. "Jenna, you want to go with Di and get some drinks? Me and Lola will hold the fort until you get back."

"No sense in us all going, we'd have to lock up the house." Jenna said as she stood up and casually followed Di toward the door.

Erin and Lola watched the other two girls leave, heard the front door shut and the car start then glanced at one another exchanging friendly smiles. The silence wasn't akward, far from it, the four babes had only known eachother a week and only met on one occasion but Erin and Di were entirley comfortable for be around, the twins felt like they were old friends. Erin put her hands on her seductive hips and tightened her vision a little.

"Any ideas to pass the time?" Erin said ending with a cute smile as she looked down at the sexy young girl sitting cross legged on the bed.

"I don't know. Got any games? I like tennis if you've got a court around here." Lola replied leaning back on her arms that streched out straight behind her allowing her purky breasts to push at the button up school shirt.

"How about..." Erin said pausing as she kneeled onto the bed facing Lola who leant a little futher back when Erin raised her hands up, fingers spread wide. "Tickle tennis!"

"EEE!" Lola squealed as Erin's ten wiggling fingers gripped the younger girls protruding rib cage causing her arms to give way as she batted with little coordination at Erin's tickling hands. "Hahah ohno! Stop! EEEeeeehee! Tickling me!"

Smiling a devilish smile Erin straddled the squirming high school senior's hips and went to town. Lola's legs unfolded from their crossed posistion and kicked randomly on top of the quickly messying bed covers. Lola tried everything from batting weakly at Erin's arms, grabbing the ticklers wrists and even tickling back but nothing worked. Lola could only laugh and wiggle beneath the gorgeaus twenty eight year old's ten tickling fingers that dug into her ribs and sides through the uniform blazer.

"Your ticklish!" Erin exclaimed happily as she ceased the brief onslaught and pressed both her hands down onto the highschool senior's shoulders, keeping the young girl pinned to the bed.

"Don't do that!" Lola's voice was high pitch with surprise. "Let me up!"

"Oh no...if theres one thing I can't resist its a tickling little twin!" Erin cooed as a wide grin spread across her face half a second before she plunged her wiggling fingers into the soft blouse covered flesh where Lola's breasts met her ribs.

While Lola was busy thrashing in helpless giggles beneath Erin back at the beach house, Di and Jenna were only just arriving at the liquer store. Pulling up in the carpark out the back the two girls locked the doors and made their way around to street side.

"You go in and look around." Di instructed Jenna when they reached the front door of the shop. "I've got to run across the street and get a couple of things, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"No worries." Jenna said wandering through the door as Di looked left and right then made her way to a unknown destination.

Whilst Jenna casually looked around at alcoholic beverages of all shapes and sizes, unaware of her sisters plight not even a mile away, Di gathered a few special items and snuck back to the car with them. Discreetly Di locked the items in the trunk and returned to the store with Jenna.

"EEeeehaha! Ohno! Nono! Erin stop!" Lola squealed back at the beach house as Erin playfully fought to restrain Lola's kicking legs. "No don't!"

After a brief struggle Erin had managed to flip Lola onto her stomch and straddle the young blonde's calves. With Lola's cute little cotton covered feet poking out from between Erin's long smooth legs the poor high school senior was tearing at the duvet and trying all sorts of rolling techniques to break free. Erin raised her hands high above her head which caught Lola's attention for the half second before the ten tickling fingers plunged through the air and landed wiggling onto the trapped girls sock covered, and apparently very ticklish, feet.

"Whats that noise?" Di asked curiously as her and Jenna climbed from the car with a bag full of bottles each as they looked up to the second story of the beach house from the small concrete drive way.

"...Its Lola...I know that noise anywhere" Jenna said with a cheeky smile as her and Di slipped their shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. "Shes being tickled."

Arriving in the upstairs bedroom Di and Jenna placed their bags of bottles on the floor and looked directly at Erin. Erin was still kneeling on the bed with Lola's cute little socked feet upturned and poking out from between her legs. Lola was holwing with laughter and rolling about manically as best she could, slamming her arms into the matress as her feet were tickled without relent.

"...Hello." Erin said finally ceasing playing with the younger blonde's feet yet not moving an inch from her kneeling position.

"Having fun?" Di asked as she pulled a couple of bottles from a bag, bending over to retrieve the bottles gave the other three girls a rather pleasent view of the bottom of Di's gorgeus butt cheeks when her short shorts lifted up the back of her thys.

"No!" Lola answered quickly before Erin had a chance, she had rolled onto her side and was resting on her elbow now able to see Di and Jenna but only the back of Erin who still sat on her legs. "She's been tickling me the whole time you've been gone!"

"Really?" Jenna asked with a slightly uncomfortable look but obviously trying not to show it. "Maybe she's had enough...?"

"Why?" Di asked as she turned her head having almost walked out of the room, a bottle in each hand. "Your not ticklish too are you?"

"...We both are." Jenna replied after a short pause that was obviously the time it took to decide that honesty was the best policy. "But we can't stand it, our mom used to tickle us all the time."

Jenna was quick to add the last part about not being able to stand it. Di smiled an odd little smirk and walked out of the room, apparently in the search of drinking glasses. Erin finally let Lola up who straightened her blouse. The two sisters went to admire the ocean view from the deck that protruded from the side of the house. Erin excused herself and went to help Di with the drinks, wondering what was taking so long.

"...and Lisa said 'not with that on you don't'." Di finished her story and took another sip of her brightly coloured drink, Erin, Jenna and Lola all laughed at the amusing story. The girls all now sat on plastic picnic chairs out on the deck around a small table. The four women had been there a little over half an hour enjoying one anothers company. Curiously, as time went by, Jenna and Lola seemed to be getting more and more docile while Erin and Di were getting increasingly hyper active in their moods.

"Jen? Jen...na?" Lola strained to sit up as with half open eyes she looked at her identical twin in the chair next to her who had seemingly fallen completley asleep. "Jen...are youuuu..."

Lola too drifted off into the land of slumber and both the twins were now in a very deep sleep indeed. It had merley been a matter of grinding up some sleeping pills and putting them in the right drinks. Di and Erin moved the eighteen year old twins one by one back into the bedroom and it wasn't until nearly midnight that the twins awoke feeling very refreshed, but very very confused.

"Oooh look whos awake!" Erin said loudly looking at Jenna who rose her head slowly and then shot her eyes open wide when she realised her predicament. "Di come in here! They're waking up!"

The first thing, upon waking, that the twins noticed was they were trapped. The second and possibly more disturbing thing was that they were both stark naked. Both of them sat kneeling on the bed, their feet out upturned behind them and their arms streched high in the air. Jenna and Lola were roughly a foot apart. Nylon rope was the restraint of choice, wrapper expertly around either ones writsts and then leading up into a black hole in the celling where a hatch to the attic had been removed. While their hands were bound by seperate ropes their feet were bound by one single length of soft pure white silk. The silk had been laid over the back each girls achilles and wrapped tightly looping under the bed and tied in a hard knot off to one side. Behind their knees was another piece of silk allowing them very little movement and lining the four cute bare feet all in a little row.

"...Ohmygod." Jenna said whipping her head from side to side as she saw her sister next to her in the same posistion as she, poor Lola's curly golden haired mound exposed along with rest of her flawless body. "...what are you doing!?!"

"Hush." Di said as she entered the room still in her tight black bikini but now without the short shorts, pressing her index finger to her full lips. "We're not going to hurt you."

"...Wha...What are you doing? Let us out!" Lola tugged at her bonds and looker back at her feet, she could move her head, move her butt back, forth and side to side a little and move her hands from the wrtist but that was it. "What are you doing!?!"

"Caaaalm down." Erin said as she seductivley rose from her chair and stubbed another ciggarette out in a small glass ashtray that sat on the small table they had obviously bought in from the porch. "Its nothing bad, we're just going to play some games."

"We um, we don't like these type of games." Jenna said looking at her sister for agreement and then back to Di and Erin who now stood less than five feet from the end of the bed. "Please...just untie us and we'll play something else."

"But thats the game" Di began as she stood foward barley half a foot from the end of the large bed. "if we untie you, it makes it a lot harder for us."

"Wh-what're you going to do to us?" Lola stammered her words with fear, the blue eyed eighteen year old looking just as wide eyed as her sister from shock of the bizzare situation.

"That..." Erin stepped foward next to her bikini clad friend, the sexy blonde still in her thin red top. "Would be telling."

Neither of the sisters made a sound, they both had the exact same reaction. Di quickly and breifly danced all ten of her long finger nails up Jenna's bare taut sides, Erin did the same to Lola. The twins tensed up in their bondage, pursed their lips and opened their eyes as wide as possible before slumping back into a slightly less tense position when the free women relaxed their evil arms back down.

"Hmmm" Di said tilting her head to one side and shifting her eyes back and forth between the two bound school students. "It would appear they wish to resist us."

"We'll we tried being friendly." Erin replied as she rose her hands back up and followed Di as the two took a twin each and began running their long nails all over the bound blonde's exposed, well toned tummys.

Their eyes bugged out and then clenched tight closed, their cheeks puffed up as their lips pursed tight but other than that Lola and Jenna had less than identical reactions. The wiggling was sparadic as the two nude blondes struggled to keep the impending laughter in. Darting in every direction as best as the bonds would allow Jenna and Lola tried everything to avoid the ten wiggling fingers coming at each of their sensitive tummys. Their cheeks grew red with strain. Di and Erin smiled at one another.

"EEEhahah! Nohohoooo!" Lola squealed, followed only a second later by Jenna's dam of giggles bursting. "Stop! Stoahahaha!"

Once the giggles began they wouldn't, couldn't, stop. The twins had always been able to hold for a few seconds and if the tickling stopped within that early stage it was dandy. When they could hold no longer and the laughter began, it was unstoppable. Being as ticklish as they were it had been a frequent, all be it unwanted, recurring even in their lives. Jenna and Lolandra's mother would often tickle them, once one was breathless she would move onto the other. The twins equally beautiful yet more mature mother had learned early on that tickled twins ganging up on her was not a good thing.

Shaking hard at their bonds Jenna and Lola continued to giggle and plead, still shocked by their predicament. The light dancing and fast stroking of Erin and Di's long nails on their ticklish tummys was merciless and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Atleast when their mother would get them the twins were able to move around and more often than not had some form of clothing between their skin and her vicious wiggling fingers.

"Hows yours?" Erin asked as she stepped back and watched Lola giggle and breath hard.

"Ticklish as sin" Di replied as she too stepped back and admired the heavily breathing nude sisters. "and we haven't even begun."

"No...hhh, you can't do this!" Jenna yelled, red faced and flustered, her hair still tied back tight in a perfect pony tail just like her sisters.

"This is illegal!" Lola yelled even louder as she strained her biceps as if trying to pull the entire house down.

"...Its only illegal if you get caught." Erin replied after a brief thought and suddenly took one giant step foward, lifting her arms and began running her long nails all over poor Lola's taut smooth underarms.

"AAAhahaha! Noohahastop! ahahah!" Lola rocked hard from side to side but that was the problem, the tickling was coming from both sides. "Pleeeeheehee ohnahaha haha!"

"Stop it! Stop her!" Jenna yelled at Di who seemed to be ignoring the situation as she wandered out of the room with a suspiciously casual stride. "Leave her alone you bitch! Stop it!"

"Such foul language." Erin ceased and turned her attentions to Jenna which caused the young girl to swallow hard with instant regret of her name calling.

"No wait dON'T! EEEHAHAhahaaa!" Jenna squealed, throwing her head back with laughter as Erin galloped her fingers around the protesting girls ticklish underarms. "I'm sorreeeheheee please! AHAHahaha!'

While her sister arched her back and rapid fired giggles from the underarm tickling, Lola was not about to make the same mistake Jenna had. Neither one of the twins wanted the other to be tickled, they both hated it so much. Lola quickly studied her binds, she pulled hard hurting her arms with gritted teeth but it was no use.

"Why are you doing this!?!" Lola screamed when the bikini clad Di wandered back into the room with the same shopping back she had secretly placed into the trunk of the car some hours ago. "HELP! HELP US! HEEEELP!"

"That won't work." Di smiled as she lay the mystery bag on the floor and smiled again whilst taking a peek at the various contents. "These houses are for honey mooners and holiday makers mostly, barley a soul around for miles."

"Speaking of soles..." Erin said wiggling her ten long fingers in front of the terrified twins.

"Don't!" Both Jenna and Lola yelled in unison, streching their necks to spring their heads foward in order to make the point clear.

"Oh don't worry, we're not going to tickle your little feetsies." Erin giggled to herself as Di bent over into the mystery back and pulled two tubes of unidentified spray. "...Yet."

"What...what is that?" Lola asked as tears welled up in eyes, the levity of her situation finally setting in as she watched Di hand Erin one of the two identifiable cylanders.

"Shaving cream of course." Di replied as stepped foward and quickly began sparying the thick white foamy substance all over Jenna's curly blonde crotch.

"Stop it! Stop!" Lola cried as she too got the shaving scream sprayed inbetween her legs. "Stop!! Why are you doing this to us?!"

Neither Erin or Di answered. Both the twins sobbed as they watched their tormentors put the cans away and revealed a razor each. Horrified at the prospect of being cut both Jenna and Lola stayed completley still as Erin and Di took a twin each and sliced away the excess hair, leaving only small stubble and clearing most of the cream.

"Almost done..." Di said, taking the razor from Erin and exchanging them in the bag for a single electric shaver no bigger than a T.V remore. "Hold her butt."

"AAAAH!" Jenna screamed with ticklish surprise as the buzzing tool slid over her womanhood. "STahaha! NahahahAAA!"

Bucking back and forth in the air as best she could Jenna was unaware that Erin had climbed on the bed behind her. Only when Erin gripped a well toned ass cheek in each hand, pushing the squealing twin into the vibrating razor, did Jenna become aware of the blonde twenty eight year old's location.

Lola could do nothing but continue to uselessly tug her own bonds while her sister was tickled in a spot neither of them knew was ticklish before hand. Lola had never been tickled there, but it seemed Jenna was extremley sensitive and being identickle it did not bode well for her future.

Listening to her sister howl with laughter Lola knew that the twins would have to use the same tatic used when the other was being tickled by their mother. General policy among the twins was to keep your mouth shut tight if the other was being tickled senseless in order to avoid the attention being moved to yourself. Minutes ago when Jenna had told them to stop tickling Lola the attention then got turned to her. Both the twins had learnt their lesson. With the exception of the bondage, nudity and forced shaving this was no different to when their mom would get them.

"No...please...don't do it!" Lola cried as Jenna slumped, breathless in her bonds, and Erin and Di turned their lustful gazes toward her. "I'll die if YAAAHAHAHahahah! Ohhhhahaha!"

Jenna sobbed in her newly shaven breathlessness and was slowly shocked to realise that the vibrating had turned her on more than a little. The panting blondes nipples were hard as rock but the howling of her sister who was now suffering the same torment was more than enough to bring her down again. It was the vibrating that had done it, not the tickling. The tickling was torture and poor Lola was all to aware of it at that moment.

Causing even more uproarius laughter to compliment the good vibrations, Erin was rapidly dancing her long nails over poor Lola's sensitve but cheeks. For the young blonde it was sensory overload on her mid section, back, forth, it didn't make any difference. No matter which way Lola swung it all lead to ticklish torment.

"Hey Di...check this out." Erin said after several minutes when Di finally stopped the buzzing as she climbed off the bed.

"Oooh" Di said with amusement as she admired Lola's tickled pink butt cheeks. "Pink butt....you know I think we should have put the shaving cream on after we used the electric clippers...I think its broken."

Lola gasped for air as tears rolled down her rosey red cheeks. Jenna kept dead quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to herself or her stubbly mound. Di and Erin huddled around the mystery back until they gave up on trying to fix the cream filled shaver.

"Now...stay VERY still." Di said as both her and Erin turned from the bag with hand held shavers.

Kneeling before a crying twin each Erin and Di set about carefully gliding their respective blades down the freshly aroused love muscles. Afraid of being cut the blonde twins sweated it out, remaining as still as humanly possible. Occasionally a stray finger nail would stroke briefly on the highly sensitive area between their legs, causing them to stiffle a giggle but other than that the process went without incident. It was a matter of minutes before the two identical girls were totally hairless, bar those on their pretty little heads.

"I think your about ready..." Erin said as her and Di both placed the razor blades back into the bag of mystery and turned back to face their bound nude victims.

"Do you know what we're going to do to you?" Di asked seductivley as she placed her hands lovingly around Jenna's slender hips. "Tell them Erin..."

"We're going to softly...every so softly...drive you both completley mad." With that Erin immediatley lobster clawed poor Lola's taught rib cage sending the young blonde into fits of uncontrollable laughter.

"Please Di...please jusAHAH! NOOOHHAHA!" Jenna screamed as Di reached behind her and squeezed both of the eighteen year old's firm butt cheeks only seconds after her sister was sent into ticklish madness from the rib assault. "Stop! AHAHA! EEEHAHAH!"

The two identical girls cackled and thrashed at their restraining ropes as best they could. Lola had Erin's fingers digging deep inbetween her soft ribs, rapidly moving up and down. Jenna could feel Di's curious hands poking and prodding at her smooth ass and howled with wide horror in response. Jenna had never had her butt tickled before and couldn't believe how sensitive it was, while Lola was also beside herself with disbelief as it seemed being totally helpless made her even more ticklish.

"You know I didn't actually think they'd be THIS ticklish!" Erin grinned with delight as she moved her wiggling fingers down to Lola's sweet squirming tummy and ran her long nails about teasingly. "We really lucked out with these two!"

"I know, I can't believe it either." Di yelled with similar joy over the loud screaming laughter as she too switched posistions to Jenna's smooth stretched underarms. "Its like their entire bodies are big tickle spots!"

"NOOOOHHH! Screamed Lola as she arched her back painfully before slipping into intense silent laughter when Erin slipped a finger into the young woman's cute belly button.

"Speaking of tickle spots, I think I just found Lola's." Erin took a step in closer and used her free hand to dance her long nails over Lola's sensitive mound. "See if you can find Jenna's!"

"Nooo...no pleheeheese." Jenna cried as Di stood back from her while Lola suffered cruely next to her.

"Is it your belly button like your sister?" Di asked prodding at Jenna's equally adorable innie causing a small squeal to ellict from her pouty lips. "Or is it somewhere else...are you truly identical?"

"Identical." Erin repeated, putting emphasis on the last two syllables of the word before she began passionatley licking behind Lola's left ear, still tickling her belly button and post shaven womanhood driving the poor high school senior completley mad.

"No...no don't make do this." Jenna sobbed knowing Di was going to try every trick to get the twin to confess her most sensitive of spots, and the tricks would probably work. "This is torture for us...don't you understand?"

"Apparently not." Di replied then paused for a few seconds and watched the stunning sight of Erin tickling Lola in three places at once. "...Now, tell me your ticklish spot."

"...I...I can't, please..." Terror made Jenna's eyes shoot quickly from side to side, watching her sister be tickled like that was almost as terrible as the tickling itself.

"I think you can." Di said with a wicked leer, walking over to the mystery back and rifeling around within. "If you can't...then I'll have to find out for myself..."

"Ohmygod!" Jenna screamed as Di turned around holding a large reverse strap on dildo/butt plug combo which even more frighteningly has a power cord running from it. "You can't do this!"

While Jenna screamed bloody murder, Lola was sweating along with Erin who was having a ball of a time. More surprising than the situation itself was the fact that not only was Lola being forced into silent laughter but she couldn't help but become aroused. The licking and kissing of her neck and ear lobes and the horrid ticklish sensations that danced between her legs were having a most perverce effect on her young undressed body that she could definetly have done without. Erin's arousal on the other hand was very much welcome by the slightly older blonde who's sweet nipples stood to attention.

"Please...take it off!" Jenna sobbed now having the odd leather and rubber device strapped securley around her mid section, the butt plug securley in place and the large dildo having been slid into her. "Don't...no don't...what are you doing to me?"

"Just relaaax..." Di said as she plugged the electrical cord into a wall socket, the cord protruted from the side of the strap on. "Tell me where your most ticklish spot it...or I'll turn it on."

"...Its...it my....Oh please! I can't take this!" Jenna cried loudly, completley unnoticed by her sister who was in the throws of ticklish torment despite the increasing wet patch between her thys. "AAAAHHH OHGAAAAAoo Turn it ooOOff! oONoooOOOO"

When Di flicked the switch the dildo began slowly sliding itself back and forth due to its intricate inner workings. The butt plug, in contrast, began virbrating rapidly and was a sensation Jenna had never imagined, let alone felt. Neither of the twins were virgins, but this was quite different to the clumbsy fumblings of teenage boys. This was a grand torturous arousal that forced would have forced a most apocolyptic orgasm had Di not switched it off.

"Oo..uhhh..noaHOOOooo..." Lola broke her silent laughter to release unwanted moans in her sweaty nude state as Erin tickled and tickled the poor bound girl right through several mind blowing orgasms, not once letting up on the cruel belly button prodding.

"Whats wrong with this one?" Erin said with a hint of exhaustion, turning to Di who had just switched the bizzare strap on device off for the fifth time, once again depriving Jenna of orgasmic hell.

"She refuses to tell me her most ticklish spot." Di said as she stood next to Erin and they examined the highly aroused and frustrated teen. "Prehaps you could help me with this while Lola recovers..."

"I'd be more than happy to." Erin smiled as she craddled Jenna's chin between her index finger and thumb starring directly into her jaded eyes. "Last chance...where is it?"

"....Look...if..if I tell you...you have to untie us okay?" Jenna looked at Erin with tear filled eyes hoping she would have some mercy now that the sadistic blonde had already played with her sister.

"No." Erin said with the most devilishly playful grin you ever saw followed instantly by Di switching the strap on device on once again.

"OOOOooaStOOoooHHHP!" Jenna gritted her teeth and tried hard to ignore the ecstacy that the erotic device was causing in her mid section.

"Shall we?" Di asked rhetorically as she suddenly danced all ten of her long nails over Jenna's jiggling boobs causing the poor girl to begin giggling rapidly among her moans.

Erin followed suit as she wiggled her ten fingers, delving them into Jenna's smooth underarms. Sensory overload as her mid section was uncontrollably pleasured while her tummy, ribs, breats and underarms were all touched upon by twenty wiggling fingers.

"Just tell us where it is and this will end!" Erin said followed by soft blowing on Jenna's already hardend nipples as she clawed at the tortured girls ribs.

"Tell us Jenna!" Di carried the interogattion as she planted a finger securley in her belly button and used the other hand to lightly massage Jenna's right nipple.

"Is it your boobs? Your underarms?" Erin asked as she switched between the various body parts as she said them. "Your tummy?"

"Your ribs? Your butt?" Di said reaching behind the girl and pinching the exposed cheek that wasn't covered by the strap on's leather. "...Your feet?"

"....oooOOooOONOOOOO!" Jenna screamed among her moans of ecstacy as an awfully intense orgasm ripped through her body when she realised, as Erin and Di back away with large toothy grins, that they had figured out her spot of all spots.

"The feet." Di and Erin said in unison, very pleased with themeselves indeed while they enjoyed the show of the vibrating pumping plug in device forcing Jenna through orgasm after unstoppable orgasm.

Minutes passed as Jenna went from wailing tortured moans to queit tearful unrelenting passion and eventually silent suffering. By the fifth minute the poor girl thought her body was no capable of any more, but her nude framed prooved her wrong time and time again. The orgasms pumped through her body, each one unbelieveably more intense than the last, growing more and more sensitive to each one. Finally, in the eighth minute, Jenna passed out with a tiny squeak.

"What...what are you doing with her?" Lola asked as Di and Erin untied the unconcious Jenna, freeing her of the strap on device and carrying her nude sweaty body from the room. "Is she okay?"

"...She's fine." Erin replied as she along entered the room, neither Di nor Jenna were anywhere to be found. "Just a little tired."

"You...you can't do this...this isn't even legal!" Lola bought up the legality of the situation once again, the threat of prison seemed to be the only real thing the young woman had goin for her at that point.

"Legal schmegal." Erin smiled not seeming to care at all while she searched around once again the bag that contained a seemingly endless supply of totorous devices. "What we're doing is completley forbidden."

"...Okay...okay please...you...you can do whatever you want to me, just no more tickling okay?" Lola pleaded with the utmost seriousness of her proposition when she saw Erin holding a long stiff feather in one hand a slim stark white electric tooth brush in the other. "No more tickling...its torture okay?...PLEASE!"

With a click and a whir the tooth brush began spinning. Erin walked slowly toward helpless bound Lola who shook her head at the sight of the two contrasting devices closing in on her plump breasts. Closer and closer they got, four inches away and Lola reaslised Erin had zeroed in square on her highly senstive nipples.

"Scream for me." Erin whispered as she fluttered the feather lightly over Lola's right aerole and used the spinning tooth brush tendrils to engul the left one.

"AAAAHAHAHA! NAAAAHAHAH!" Lola had no choice, both tickled maddeningly but the difference in technique began driving her totally insane after the first micro second.

The right nipple was sweetly teased, the soft white caress of the feather tickled intensley, but along with it came a naughty pleasure that Lola could have done without. The left nipple was harshly brushed causing no end of ticklishness, a hard rough assault as opposed to the light loving touch of the feather. The feather and electric tooth brush both tickled insanley, the common nature stopped there and it drove Lola mad.

Meanwhile, two doors down the hallway, was another bedroom in which Jenna was slowly waking up. While the room was well lit it did not have access to a deck, nor did it have access to the attic. What it did have was one single window that looked out over the ocean and a large four post bed with a dark wood head board that contained a myriad of intricate carvings. On the bed itself was Jenna, who as she woke realised she was still quite naked and still quite trapped.

"Wha?" Jenna tugged at her arms, trying to pull them down it took only a second to realise her wrists were bound tightly together and tied securley to the center of the wooden head board. "...no!"

Looking down across her nude body Jenna noticed her legs were spread wide and tied tightly to the foot end posts. A gasp of shock escaped her lips when the eighteen year old tried to wiggle her feet onto to be restrained by ten small pieces of string. One piece of string for each toe, all pulled back and looped around her own ankle. Jenna's toes were being held back, her delicate flawless soles streched to the max and her stomch sank with fear.

"No 'gasm for you!" Erin teased back in the other room as she could tell Lola was nearing another thunderous orgasm from the nipple tickling, dropping the feather and toothbrush she once again dug all ten fingers into her tickle-toy's soft sides.

"NAHAHHHH!" Lola cried with squealing laughter as any hope of orgasm was shattered by the most unconsensual tickling.

"Your torturing me! This is torture!" Jenna screamed angrily at Di who was now completley nude and strutting confidently around the large bed admiring her bound blonde, Di's large creamy white boobs jiggling as she walked.

"Hmm mmm." Di said as she knelt down at the foot end of the bed on the long soft carpet and sat directly inbetween Jenna's feet that could only wiggle slightly from the ankle. "Tickle torture!"

A long high pitch screeh burst from Jenna's lips before suddenly everything went dead quiet. Di's long nails danced over the balls of Jenna's streched feet and down her arches, around the heels and up under her cute little tied toes in totally random motion. All that could be heard was the occasional squeak as Jenna thrashed her head from side to side and tears squeezed out from her tightly shut eye lids.

Apart from eachother the only other person on earth who had known of Jenna and Lola's most ticklish spots before this night was their mother. While their mother tickled them almost everyday she was still merciful enough to steer clear of Lola's belly button and Jenna's feet...most of the time. Very rarley would their mother ever attack their most sensitive of spots and when she did it was never for long. Unfortunatley neither Di nor Erin were an ounce as merciful as the twin's mother.

It wasn't long after Erin had slipped her long wet tounge into Lola's belly button that the poor high school student had passed out from pure exhaustion. Whilst Lola napped in her hanging state Erin made her way to the other room, where Di was still raking her nails cruely up and down Jenna's off the charts ticklish feet.

"Want to see what I did to Lola?" Erin asked she walked into the room and saw the nude Di standing at the bed, five fingers dedicated to each light pink sole.

"Is she out?" Di asked standing to the right and concertrating all ten fingers on poor crying Jenna's left foot.

"Watch this..." Erin said as she kneeled down to Jenna's free right foot and extended her long wet tounge.

Jenna had now gone quite literally insane. It was too much tickling and it had driven her over the edge of sanity, it tickled and tickled as the warm moist pink tounge slipped between her toes and slid down her arch. One foot felt the cruel fast strokes of ten long nails while the other was licked and licked and licked.

Sweating nude and crying Jenna's mind was gone, she could not think words and any concern for her sister had gone aswell. Thought of any kind was gone, the terrible tickling just went on forever. Unlike Lola who had succumb to exhaustion, poor Jenna showed no sign of passing out for a good long time...


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Kendell's Touch. Part one: Madness (M/f)

Kendell would never normally go this far on a thrid date but Sam Lucas was one fine looking fellow. A clean bald head, six foot, dark brown skin and eyes to match, not to mention he obviously worked out. The two made out comfortably on the couch cushions of Kendell's two bedroom apartment, her room mate fortunatley elsewhere.

Now Sam's tall dark an handsom appearance was in stark contrast to Kendell, although also tall, she had long creamy white legs and fair skin accompanied by long wavey blonde hair which made her a much desired young woman. It was Sam's charm more than anything that had got him through the door and on top of the busty twenty two year old, whos tight white t-shirt he was causally untucking from her belted up blue jeans.

"Eep!" Kendell made a funny litle squeak as she paused her kissing for half a second when Sam's large hand crept up under her shirt onto the sensitive skin of her well toned tummy.

Passing it off as nothing more than cold hands Sam continued pushing his hand futher up her shirt with his goal location rather obvious. Being careful not to touch Kendell's skin the back of his hand pressed against the cotton t-shirt as it slid higher up her torso. Kendell flicnhed a little as Sam pressed his index finger lightly into the cushy side of her left melon sized boob, he retracted quickly fearing he may be over stepping her third date boundries.

"They'll warm up in a second." Sam said softly in his deep bass voice refering to what he thought was his cold hands as he pulled back from kissing and once again tried caressing the side of Kendell's bra bound breast.

"Eee hee! Its not cold..." Kendell giggled with a cute smile as she leant back in to kiss some more "...you just need to be more careful."

"...Oh." Sam said playfully pulling back avoiding the blue eyed blonde's advances as he leisurley proded the side of Kendell's breast which balooned out from the side of her bra.

"Eee! Stop that!" Kendell slapped Sam's hand through the shirt as she realised he had only just caught on as to why she squeaked and giggled everytime he tried to touch her.

"What the matter?" Sam asked teasingly as he dug his finger into the soft buldge of Kendell's quivering bosom.

"Oh! EEEHeeehehe! Stop! Get out!" Kendell squealed for the few seconds Sam had his finger wiggling into her sensitive skin as she batted at his hand once again. "Oh don't! Don't!"

Relenting, Sam smiled as Kendell quit batting his hand, a big toothy white grin plastered across her face. His hand still sat up her shirt although now hovering only half an inch from her skin both Kendell and Sam smiled akwardly at each other, neither one sure what to do next. Was Sam going to behave and get back to the business at hand? Should Kendell make a move and untuck his shirt? Or would Sam suddenly slip his other hand up Kendell's shirt and dig all ten fingers into her soft sensitive ribs?

"EEEE! OHHA! NOEEEEHEEE HeHEheEEE!" Kendell thrashed quickly beneath the man stradling her to her own couch as he quickly squeezed the upper sides of the young blonde's torso causing involuntary streams of laughter. "HAHA! NOOOHOO HAHA!"

It was blatantly obvious from the tiny giggles Kendell had given off when Sam first touched her that she was incredibly ticklish, what he didn't know was that she hated and feared it more than anything. Kendell had never been the kind of girl to simply laugh and wiggle a little when tickled, for her it was a most stressful form of torture in the most literal sense of the word. Poor Kendell's facial expressions would quickly change between that of hysterical laughing to an almost sad yet angry warped hysterics.

Worst of all apart from the utter horror of being tickled was the fact all of Kendell's defenses were lost to her. Tickling was indeed an incredible weakness for Kendell. Amongst her uncontrollable laughter and hopeless wiggling, ecspecially against someone as strong as Sam, she could do nothing to stop it but laugh in a most uncoordinated manner.

"Your a little ticklish then?" Sam asked teasingly as he pulled his hands away, although not actually removing them from under the panting girls shirt.

"...huh...get up..." Kendell now with bright red cheeks tapped Sam on the thy as she tried to remain as calm as possible while she caught her much welcome breath. "...c'mon up you get. I wanna talk to you."

"We can talk here." Sam said with a friendly smile as Kendell tried to slowly push his hands out from underneath her shirt resulting in nothing but Sam pushing down a little with his legs as he easily straddled her well shaped hips.

"We could..." Kendell said making another casual attempt to sit up without even a hint of movement from Sam's hands leaving under her shirt. "...but I'd rather sit up."

"But if you sit up, you'll be harder to tickle." Sam was still playing with his friendly smile but the conversation was going exactley where Kendell didn't want it to.

"...Well I don't want to be tickled anymore." Kendell said after a short pause hoping her honesty and slightly more serious tone would make him realise she was no longer having fun.

As it was in pretty much every other ticking related situation Kendell had ever been victim to or witnessed the tickler did not relent when asked. Digging his strong fingers back in, Sam pressed his thumbs into the sides of the screaming blonde's bust and wiggled his fingers around the back of her heaving rib cage. Sam, like nearly every other person who had ever tickled Kendell, simply did not understand how torturous this was for a girl as sensitive as she and would continue tickling as if just some big game.

Fortunatley one person who shared her pain to a certain degree, was Kendell's red headed big breasted room mate Trish. Trish too suffered the indignity of being hopelessly ticklish, however not quite to the intensley sensitive extent as Kendell. Where as Kendell maintained a friendly demeanor, never wanting to be rude or bossy unless the situation absolutley called for it, Trish held a more bold and dominant personality.

"Oh sh-" Trish half swore in angry surprise as she left the door half open, keys still in the hole, dropping her hand bag as she rushed to the aid of her teary eyed and hysterical friend. "Get off her!"

"Wha-?" Sam turned in surprise as he felt Trish's hands clamp like a vice around his bicep and tug hard in an attempt to yank him from Kendell who still howled with ticklish torment.

"Get off of her you prick!" Trish yelled hitting Sam in the back with the bottom of her fist as he finally pulled his hands from under Kendell's shirt. "Can't you see shes crying?!"

"We were just playing!" Sam defended himself, still a little surprised at the sudden commotion as he stood up quickly from the couch and turned to face the woman who had interrupted his fun. "Whats wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me?!" Trish yelled angrily as she sat down on the couch and helped the teary eyed gasping Kendell to sit up. "She hates being tickled you idiot! Get out!"

"I'm not leaving I'm a guest! Kendell?" Sam debated, quickly looking for support from his date.

"...hhh go." Kendell whispered quietly between breaths, wiping the tears that had streamed down her bright red cheeks.

"Look I..." Sam began, reaching for his jacket as he reaslised he was no longer welcome. "...I'll call you tommorow."

"...No you fucking won't." Trish stated as she closed the door behind him, looking back to her fragile looking friend. "Are you okay honey?"

"Hmm...I...I'm okay." Kendell stood up slowly looking a little akward and twitchy, almost like she was still being tickled. "I think I'll take a shower."

"Good idea. Get that idiots stink off you." Trish said giving Kendell a comforting rub on the shoulder to which the seeming nervous blonde quickly flinched away. "Are you sure your okay?"

"...Yeah...yeah I'm okay." Kendell said softly as she wandered toward the bathroom.

It was a minute or two before Trish ceased reading the begginings of an article in the tv guide and began to hear what sound like giggles coming from the bathroom. Placing the small magazine on the coffe table the busty red head curiously tip toed towards the bathroom door. Shifting her shoulder length red hair back, Trish pressed her ear against the surface of the dark brown grain wood door and listened carefully, sure enough the occasional giggle could be heard.

"Kendell? Kendell? Are you alright in there?" Trish quiered with the utmost curiousity.

"I'm fine...just going in the shower." Kendell said still in a soft slightly nervous voice followed by the sound of their fast hard shower. "AHAHAH NOOHHOO EEEE! STOP! STOP IT! HAHAHA!"

"The hell?!" Trish yelled stepping back from the door as a reactioun to the sudden screams of tortured laughter coming from within the locked bathroom. "I'm coming in!"

With a loud bang Kendell was able to kick the door open, expecting the worst, expecting Sam had snuck back in, it was far far more bizzare. Kendell was indeed being tickled, and the poor girl was most certainly begging for relent from the ticklish torture, but this time it was no over cofident third date. It wasn't an older brother, a cheeky friend or a fun loving pal of her dads. It was the water from the shower.

In all her soaking wet naked glory poor Kendell, at some point, had become so sensitive the water from the shower was driving her mad with ticklishness. If it hadn't been for Trish there would have been no escape as the cackling blonde lay squirming wildly on the cold aluminum base of the shower. Each pressurised drop which came speeding from that waterhead was flying down and hitting every last piece of naked body, and it was driving Kendell insane.

"OOOHHOOAHA Make it stAAAP! HAHA!" Kendell screamed as she rolled onto her back and arched upwards with uncaculated random movements. "IT TICKLES! HAHAA STOP IT! EEEEHAHA!"

Acting quickly Trish bolted foward and slammed the shower lever down bringing the hundred or so rushing water streames to a sudden stop. Curiously and worryingly Kendell was still laughing and rolling around. What could be tickling her now? Trish wondered, Had Kendell simply gone mad?

"Kendell! Honey its okay! Its off!" Trish crouched down as she tried invain to cease her roomates obvious yet seemingly invisible torture. "Kendell whats tickling you?!"

"AHAHOOOHOO The water! AHAH! Don't! Don't!" Kendell screamed as Trish tried to help the wet and wild nude girl from up from the base of the shower. "Don't touACHAHAHA FUHAACK! EEEHOHAHA!"

Standing up Trish looked around for something, anything that could help her. The only possible thing that could be tickling poor Kendell was the drips of water that were rolling around on her soaking moist figure, but surely no one is that sensitive. Are they?

"I'm calling an ambulance! You hold on honey, I'll get help!" Reluctantly leaving her friend to howl and cry with torture tickled screams in the bottom of the shower, Trish ran to the phone wondering exactley what she was supposed to tell the operator.

Having lied terribly to the operator with a false story of gun shot wounds Trish quickly made her way back towards the high picthed cackling. Re-entering the bathroom Trish stepped back in surprise having noticed Kendell had made her way out of the shower and onto the cold lino floor. Not wanting to touch Kendell incase she casued more tickling, Trish could only stand idoly by as she tried desparatley to think of a way to assist her tortured friend.

Knocking Kendell out was not an option, Trish didn't want to give her brain damage. If the water drop tickling theory was correct it would make sense to dry the poor woman but then how much affect would the fluffiness of a towel have? It was horrible to watch, Kendell now half curled up in a wiggling hysteric naked ball, her face bright red, tears streaming down her face. It was true torture and as sorry Trish felt for her friend, she was exceptionally glad that whatever was happening to Kendell, was not happening to her.

"Ambulance! Hello?! 911 Emergency!" A most welcome and urgent sounding yell came after several minutes had passed, from outside the apartment door, Trish rushing to open it in quick reponse.

"In here hurry! She can't stop laughing!" Trish flung the door open and almost made it half way through the lounge before she turned to see the confused looking paramedics. "Look theres no gun shot okay? My friend can't stop laughing, shes being tickled!..."

"Ma'am..." Begun one of the two tall, dark haired and strappingly handsom uniformed men. "...It is a serious offence to..."

"No look!" Trish interuppted with urgency as she made her way towards the bathroom of which Kendell's unrelenting laughter belowed "You can hear that! I know it sounds crazy but I don't know whats happening to her! Just come look!"

Sure enough the two paramedics were curious enough to take a gander, even if it was a hoax. After meer seconds the two well trained life savers quickly realised, a hoax this wasn't. There rolling around looking as if she was having some sort of wild fit was a stark naked teary eyed soaking wet red faced leggy big breasted blonde crying and screaming with involuntary tickled laughter. The two men stood silent with shock for a moment, considered the idea it could be fake, and then dismissed it quickly realising this poor woman was in quite obvious and rather major distress.

"I'm never seen anything like this!" Said the slightly older but no less attrative medic as he practically dropped his red crossed bag on the floor and began to search within. "Hold her down!"

"NOHO! NOHOHOH!HAHA DON'T! DON'T! AHHA! YOU FUCHAHA!" Kendell screamed at the top of her lungs when both Trish and the younger man grabbed ahold of the naked girls shoulders and struggled to lay Kendell on her back. "LET GOOOOHAHA EEEEHAH!"

"Hold her still! Get her arm!" Yelled the older guy as he squirted an unknown substance from the tip of a rather shiny siringe. "We have to sedate her!"

Pushing as hard as possible Trish pinned her near blue in the face friends shoulder to the cold wet floor as the young man tried best he could to keep Kendell's constantly struggling right arm as still as possible. With her legs kicking, tummy heaving and head thrashing like some out of control mental paitent the older paramedic had no choice but to staddle Kendell's bucking hips as to decrease the chance of a nasty accident.

"WAHAHAHA! STAHAH!" Kendell couldn't even make sensible words now as not only were the water drops driving her mad but the touch of those three peoples fingers on her naked body disabled her from any thought at all. "HOOHOOHOOHAHAH! NOOHOHAHAHA!"

"Shouldn't take a minute!" The older man said confidently as he plunged the needle skillfully into Kendells right arm. "Back away! Quickly now!"

Hurridly Trish and the two medics stood up and back, hoping and praying the sedative would be enough to cease Kendell's obvious torment. Seconds seemed to take forever as slowly but surley the screams turned to hysterical laughter which in turn went to high pitched giggles. With the laughter slowing and loosing its volume the wild thrashing died too, soon becoming meer twitching and then, finally Kendell was in a hopefully peacful world of slumber.


To be continued...

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Kendell's Touch. Part two: The dream. (*/f)


Under heavy sedative most people were prone to quite vivid dreams. Kendell, the tall busty wavey haired blonde was no exception. The most unrealistic things could seem incredibly real, yet perfectly normal, to the unconsious dreamer. Sometimes this wasn't as much of a pleasent experience as it could be.

In reality Kendell was fast asleep, jittering along in the ambulance with her best friend and room mate Trish by her side. The sirens blarred as the box backed wagon zipped skillfully between traffic, the two paramedics on board more than curious as to there paitents bizzare predicament. In dream land however, things were a little different...

The long soft grass on the endless rolling hills swept lightly with a gentle breeze, and Kendell smiled as she brushed the palms of her hands on the jade green blades as she walked leisurley through over the hill. It was beautiful, the soft warm breeze and the lite blue sky made for a perfect day.

Wandering with ease along across the little mound like hills Kendell wore only a white silk bath robe, the sleeves baggy on her slender arms and the bottom hanging just below her marshmellow butt cheeks. A cheerful smile grew across her face as the young blonde looked around her, none of this seeming abnormal what with it being a dream.

"Hullo." A soft little voice suddenly grabbed Kendell's attention, yet seemingly came from nowhere.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Kendell walked slowly foward looking for the feminine sounding speaker. "I can't see you for the grass."

"I'm hiding." Piqued the tiny voice again. "Are you alooooone?"

"...Yes...its just us out here." Kendell replied after looking quickly around to see nothing but the endless rolling hills of long flowing grass.

"Hullo!" Came the owner of the voice, a small woman.

A very small woman, no more than a foot high. The curious young lady sported long bright blue hair that waved down onto what Kendell realised was her stark naked body. Perky breasts, well toned, and what would appear to be completley hairless, all accept her head. Propotionatly she was perfect, like a scaled down version of a very attractive nineteen year old.

"Who are you hiding from?" Kendell asked as she crouched down in front of the incredibly petit girl. "I see no one around."

"He is sneaky, he is." The miniture girl smiled as she quickly tapped Kendell on the tip of the nose with her index finger. "He will hide in the grass...then boo! He will get you."

"Who is he? This man? Does he harm you?" Kendell asked concerned for her new friend's saftey as she made her self comfortable, sitting cross legged amongst the grass.

"He is not allowed to hurt us silly." The small blue haired babe informed Kendell, all be it slowly, as she played with a blade of grass. "He is the four armed man."

"A man with for arms? Why must you hide?" Kendell grew curiouser and curiouser as she listened and watched the small girl who now used the tip of the grass to tease her own nipple.

"If you are ticklish you must hide...here he comes!" The girl was gone in the time it took Kendell to look up and back to her mysterious friend.

Where was this man? A tickling four armed man, how horrid. Kendell stood up, turning and looking all around but there appeared to be no one for miles. How could a man hide in this, there was nothing but space...unless of course he too were only a foot high, but then how much threat is foot high man even if he does have four arms?

"Oh my!" Kendell gasped as she turned once again and finally found the four armed man, and he was not the foot high extra limbed gentleman she had come to expect.

Standing before he was a least ten feet of pure muscle. This guy was ripped and it was easy to tell, he only wore a dark brown fur loin cloth. A nice tan, for a guy with large muscular arms coming out of his rib cage he wasn't terribly bad looking. Long dark hair and a strong jaw saw him tilt his head curiously at Kendell who took a step back with surprise as she saw what he was holding in his upper left arm.

With a thin piece of what appeared to be silk wrapped around her head and into her mouth acting as a gag, the small blue haired girl hung upside down being held by the ankles. Tiny bare feet poked out from the top of the monster's fist where, from the knees down hung the rest of the poor creatures tiny naked body. To make matters worse her hands were some how being restrained behind her back, although Kendell could not see how from this angle. The girls face was different too, not curiously cheerful as before, with the gag in her mouth she now appeared afraid and tearful.

"I do not know you. What is your name?" The tall half naked curiousity spoke in a deep bass like voice.

"I-I'm Kendell." Kendell hesistated a little, she could barley pry her eyes from the horrified look on the upside down girl's reddened face. "What-ahem-what are you doing with her?...she looks upset."

"She is mine." The quad armed fellow said matter of factly. "This is my place. They are all mine. I tickle them as I please."

"She...she doesn't seem to like that." Kendell was still fixated on the pleading look of the little ladies eyes. "M-maybe you should let her go."

"Let her go? HA! She belongs to me...you are here so you must belong to me too." The creature belowed as if nothing seemed even moraly corrupt about this situation and his sense of logic was becoming increasling nightmarish. "Tell me girl...are you tickled?"

"I-I am ticklish...but I do not like it." Kendell took another step back, the tall brute not taking his piercing eyes of her.

"You are to be tickled like the rest." Without letting go of the small woman the beast began to step foward.

Turning and running was all Kendell could do, that creature was far too massive for her to oppose. Rushing quickly through the long grass the panicking blonde could hear the large dictators thumping behind her as he pursued. Making some distance Kendell began to wonder exactley where she was running too, until she tripped. Climbing back to her feet as quickly as possible the robe clad beauty bolted once more, but she was to fall again, each time she made any more distance, the frightened young woman would trip. It was hopeless and before long, after another fall, Kendell felt the beasts large hand wrap around her slender shins.

"No! You beast let me go!" Kendell swung upside down in the large man's upper right hand as she struggled in vain for realise. "What? What are you doing?"

"Quiet. Here I make the rules." Boomed the demanding beast as he looked Kendell right in the eye, holding her high in the hair with ease, the robe only staying above her nether regions because she held it tight with her arms which fortunatley remained free. "I will tickle you both now...however, the more you laugh the more ticklish the blue haired one will become."

"No this is cru-wooah!" Kendell protested before suddenly being dropped and caught just as quickly by the beasts lower arm. "I demand you let us go!"

"Demand?!" Boomed the beast again, Kendell noticing he had also dropped the blue haired girl into his left lower arm. "I am the only one who makes the demands. Now girl, laugh!"

With both frightened woman hanging upside down in his lower arms, their bare feet poking out from the top of his fists, the beast could easily use his free upper hands to tickle as he pleased. Kendell squeaked loudly but then tried not to laugh, remembering what the beast had said. The more Kendell laughs, the more ticklish the blue haired girl would become, but woe be tied the poor blonde was just to damn ticklish.

"EEEHAHA! NOHOO!" Kendell screamed as the beasts five wiggling fingers lightly graced the soles of her silky soles with surprising speed. "SOOOOP AHA! NOO!"

Kendell's arms waved frantically as she dropped the top half of her robe which hung down below her silk tied belt, around her torso. The silky white robe now only covered her top half as her cute butt and shaven mound were caressed by the warm breeze. The blue haired girl also thrashed but, unlike Kendell, her wrists were bound and the gag muffled her tiny screams for mercy.

Both of the girls soft sensitive feet wiggled wildly from the tops of the beasts hands. There was nowhere to move their feet, and the creature did not tire, he just flicked his giant hands with great speed across every inch of their soles causing unwanted hysteria. Adding insult to injury the beast, it would appear, had been true to his word. The blue haired girl was becoming more and more ticklish as Kendell screamed for mercy, she thought it fortunate though that the same curse had not been reversed on her.

"You are most ticklish." The beast almost made it sound like a compliment as he ceased his attack on Kendell yet the muffled screams of the still tormented blue haired girl continued. "Tell me girl, where is your most ticklish spot?"

"I'm not telling you that!" Kendell squealed as she tried to push her robe back up over her butt and womanhood, oddly she was not out of breath nor had the blood rushed to her head as it would have in reality. "Let us go! I hate bein-"

"Silence." The beast demanded and with the greatest of ease tore Kendell's robe from her other wise naked body. "You will be tickled."

"OH! EEE STAAHAP! AHHA! HAHAHAHAH!" Kendell burst back into uncontrollable laughter as the beast once again scrambled his five skillful fingers over her precious bare feet. "WAHAHAH! NOHOOHOHO!"

Hanging three feet in the air with her naked body wildly flying from side to side Kendell could do nothing against the beasts intense attacks. The poor blondes large cushy breasts were hitting her in the chin and her hair freely followed her body as she laughed and laughed without any sign of mercy. The tears began as they always did, from the tickling, from the fear of more tickling.

The miniture girl was crying too, yet her laughter had grown hoarse and her thrashing was growing weaker as the her sensitivity increased. Unlike the blue haired girl, Kendell's energy did not die, as her soles grew a light shade of pink it seemed her stamina was endless. Kendell did not grow short of breath, she just continued to laugh as the beast sadistically continued the torture.

"You know..." Began the beast as he held Kendell up higher, lowering his head a little and looking her straight in her tear filled eyes. "...I think the Pink man would like you..."

"Wha...?" Kendell whimpered, still dazed but surprisingly no less energetic after the last several minutes. "...Pink maAAAAHHH"

Kendell screamed as she suddenly began to fall a lot father than she should have when the beast finally released her from his strong grip. The poor stark naked girl had not noticed but a large hole had opened beneath her, fortunatley after thrity meters or so Kendell was caught by her left ankle. Looking up with now clear vision she could see the blue sky at the top of the hole, looking down she could and endless drop. The walls were smooth, a light shade of silver and the thing that had caught her was a single hand. The hand was coming from the wall, as if it were a part of it. Having got her bearings Kendell could now happily panick.

"Oh-oh my god. D-don't drop me!" Kendell swung as the hand gripped like a vice around her ankle, it was unmoving, not even a twitch, her other leg hung freely. "Please...help me up...the beast, he dropped me."

Looking around frantically there appeared no obvious way out, and one hand hardly seemed useful. After a minute Kendell began to wonder, she tried lifting herself up to grab the hand but it was no use. The silver hand just sat there, its grip firm around her ankle. No blood went to her head as it should have, and the pinkness on her soles began to fade.

"Helloooo?" Kendell asked after several minutes wondering if help would ever arrive. "I can't...oh."

To the trapped nude girl's surprise a second hand began to mold out from the wall, just above the other. Its fingers stayed together and it almost seemed to have a snake like movement as if it were looking around. Kendell prayed it would help her but her stomch sunk when it spied her trapped bare sole and began to wiggle its five silver fingers towards her wiggling foot.

"Oh! Oh no don't do that!" Kendell pleaded as it sat only a half inch from her curling toes and scrunching sole that wrinkled with fearful anticipation. "Oh no help me out! Don't!"

The hand wasn't even touching the scared naked blonde, it simply sat there, wiggling its fingers in cruel torment. The anticipation was terrible, never knowing when she would once again be forced into uncontrollable fits of tortured laughter. Focusing souly on the teasing wiggling hand Kendell had compleltley forgotten about the mention of the Pink man, which surley could only be more trouble.

"WAHA! NOHOOOO!" Kendell screamed with surprise as the hand suddenly scrapped quickly around her sole causing the poor girl to kick her free leg and struggle wildly for freedom from the terrible tickling. "AHAH OH STOP STOP! HAHAHAHA!"

Even though Kendell hadn't told the beast when he asked, it didn't seem to matter, the creatures of this land seemed intent on tickling her most ticklish spot anyway. Being unnatrually ticklish everywhere was bad enough, but to actually have a most ticklish spot was just plain cruel. When touched on the creamy white arches or the balls of her feet it made the poor blonde insane, and heaven forbid anyone should ever tickle under her toes.

Time had no meaning when being tickled, it always seemed to last forever. Before long Kendell's sole was that lovley shade of pink once more, her face red and teary eyed and her tummy hurting from the unstoppable laughter. It went on, and it went on. The beast hadn't tickled her half this long, yet her screaming laughter never ceased and despite her aching sides, pleas for mercy and sweat covered body she never grew tired or out of breath.

"Oh...oh no don't!" Kendell cleared the tears from her eyes as she felt the tickling slow greatly, the hand was now walking from her heal, with two fingers as little legs towards the tips of her feet. "No please! God don't do it!"

The horrified girl knew exactley where the hand was going. There could only be one reason it would creep so slowly up her foot, it was heading for her precious precious toes. If this wicked fiend meant to tickle her could it simply not begin, did it have to be so suspenful and down right mean. The creeping slowed as it got closer with each step and then finally, the sleak silver hand stood to a stand still on the balls of her nervous foot.

"Ohh hoo...noo fuck nooo..." Kendell began to giggle a little between her sobs as she cried in fear of what was seemingly inevitable. "AHA! Stop iAHAHAHA! OOOHHNOOOOHOHOHO AHAHAH!"

Pretty white toes curled around evil silver fingers as Kendell's foot involuntarly wrinkled, trapping the probbing fingers in the wild blondes most hellish tickle spot. Kendell's foot flicked wildly in all directions but the hand simply went along for the ride. The first tickling sensations had only come from the hand's minor wigglings, but with her bare vunerable foot thrashing as it was Kendell was causing the rest of her own torment, a vicious cycle indeed.

Gleaming with sweat from the light at the top of the endless silver hole Kendell could do no more than hang there and take her undeserved punishment. On the odd occassion the hysterical girls eyes did open she could barley see through her teary eyes, so the thousands upon thousands of other identical hands that were now molding from the wall had gone completley unnoticed.

"...Wuhuhee...oh...oh no." Kendell froze with fear, her eyes wide when the hand finally stopped its torment. "HELP ME! HEEELP!"

Screaming as loud as possible, but still nowhere near that of when tickled, was no use. No help was coming and as Kendell kicked and screamed another hand reached out from the other side of the giant well and gripped her left ankle. The hand began to recline back to position, streching the helpless girls naked legs apart. Kendell's cries for help and mercy fell on deaf hands as another hand on each foot pressed lightly on the tips of her up turned toes, streching her feet and soles just to the brink of pain.

"Oh..ohno god...god don't do that! HEEEELP!" Kendell kicked and tried to free her ankles in desparate panick, she would rather fall than have her unmoveable feet touched. "Please...please don't...hhh...no."

With one hand holding each ankle and another streching either foot, six more hands appeared above her vunerable soles. While five hands now occupied each foot and Kendell kicked and screamed as if she were about to die, the other thousands of silver glove holders snaked curiously in their respective spots, just waiting for their turn.

"NYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Kendell screeched with an almost inhuman pitch, this time the hands were wasting no time. "AHAHAHAEEEHAHA! HAHAAOOOHAHA!"

All three hands that had momentarily wiggled above each trapped foot took a particular part. The one above her toes wiggled quickly and randomly, while the middle one quickly made a four fingered prodding type writer like motion on the balls of her feet. Just for variety, and to drive the cackling blonde completley insane the third and final hand on each foot scrapped slowly along her soft streched out arches.

To be tickled on her feet was maddening for poor Kendell. To be tickled by three hands at once was crazy. To be tickled by three hands at once on both feet while they were immoveable was just plain sadistic. To do all of this and tickle in different styles, unimaginable. However, in the land of ticklish torment, as in hell, there was no bottom floor which became ticklishly apparant, although unnoticed as the walls began to close in. The thousands of hands wiggled their fingers towards Kendell's unsuspecting squealing nudeness and her world began to grow black.

To be continued...

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Kendell's Touch. Part Three: Dream come nightmare. (*/f)


As far as dreams go this one had gone from great, to curious, to frightening and now Hell. Unfortunatley for the now fully nude leggy big breasted blonde Kendell, Hell has no limits as to how sadistic it can get. The poor tortured girl knew this all to well and with seemingly infinit stamina she hung upside down hanging by her ankles.

Kendell had been thrown down into a bottomless pit, been caught by her right ankle by a sleak silver hand that molded from the side of the pit wall, tickled on her trapped foot, had her other foot streched across by yet another hand to the other side of the wall, had her feet stretched out in an immoveable state and tickled in varying ways by three different hands on each foot and now had thousands of hands closing in on her sweating naked and intensley ticklish body. This was all shortly after she had been stripped by a four armed beast that had tickled her feet mercilessly for god knows how long. Fortunatley this was all a dream. Unfortunaltey it was very vivid, and the poor screaming girl was still stuck there.

"OHHOHO! NAAAHAHAH!" Hundreds of hands poked each and every spot of flesh on Kendell's bare trapped body.

The wall of hands had closed in around her, there was no more light. It was simply darkeness, tickling and the curious but yet to be noticed hands that played with her clit. Not only did poor Kendell simply want to curl up and pass out but the hands clearly had more plans then simply tickling as they flicked and tickled her errecting nipples.

Far more quickly than expected Kendell was being forcebly yet expertly aroused. While her smooth underarms, breasts, ribs, tummy, sides, butt, neck, back, thys and feet were a bright endlessly tickled pink the hell that surrounded her was only getting worse however oddly she could feel heaven only a touch away.

Had Kendell been able to form even an inkling of a thought she would never have a imagined a more terrible ticklish fate. The thought of ever having an orgasm while being tickled was well beyond her, the thought of hundreds of hands continuing to tickle right through and beyond that orgasm surley could not have come from her subconsious. Could it?

"HAHAHOOOAAOOOO! AHHAH!" Barley having time to let her orgasmic moans flow Kendell's body shuddered no more than a second with delight and yet they continued to stroke her clit and tickle her nipples. "AHAHAOOOHAHA!"

A second wave of orgasmic delight lasted even less time, as did the third. Soon it came to the terrifying realisation that the hands were not stimulating her pussy and nipples as a gift, it was simply to aid in the ticklish torture. With each following mind blowing yet second long orgasmic explosion Kendells skin became more and more ticklish. The orgasms continued beyond that possible of reality as did her level of ticklishness. Pleasure. Hell. Pleasure. More Hell. Pleasure. Immeasureable hell.

It wasn't long before Kendell could no longer even feel her orgasms, she had become so immpossibly ticklish. The ticklishness that covered her entire body simply overrode the caressing of her stiff red nipples and gentle expert rubbing of her aching overworked clit. By this point a single hair on the tip of her nose would have made the now silently laughing girl fall down with ticklishness, but it was not so, instead several hundred hands mercilessly tickled every inch of her nude amazonian body, including her still immoveable feet.

The tortured screams of laughter had subdued to silent, occassional squeaking. This was not due to any lack of energy on Kendell's part, it was simply the tickling itself along with her now immpossible ticklishness had grown so intense and shocking there was no room for full blown laughter. The heavily sweating blonde simply writhed silently amongst all the tickling hands in total inhuman torture.

For a moment Kendell thought she had woken up, in a sense she had but not in the real world. Still in the depths of her psyche the still very nude, yet no longer sweaty or teary eyed blonde sat up and took in her new surroundings. A living room, this was someones house.

Sitting nude on a big red couch the first thing Kendell noticed was a petit dark haired woman with a feather duster, pottering about dusting a book shelf seemingly unaware of Kendell's presence. The woman must have been in her early thrities, tidy shoulder length jet black hair, light brown nylons that met a pair of low heeled black stilletoes, a black skirt and light red blouse with white buttons.

"Hello?" Kendell asked as she noticed this house only seemed to consist of two rooms, the living room she was in and a small kitchen through a archway to the tickled pink blonde's left. "Is this your house?"

Infront of the nude confused blonde was a fairly standard wood grain coffe table atop the fluffy white shag carpeting, the front door was wooden also with a golden lock and handle. The only other area was a closet door with wooden slats on the top half. The dark haired woman continued to dust along the tall book shelf and then moved onto the couch.

"I don't think the couch needs dusting?" Kendell said still trying to get the oblivious woman's attention as she moved closer to the nude girl who edged a little futher away each time. "EEEHEehee!"

It was brief as the woman quickly dusted Kendell's bare tummy but it tickled a lot more than a feather duster should have. Finally it seemed the dark haired well dressed woman was reacting to Kendell's pressence as she stood up straight with, to the naked girls relief, the duster idoly by her side.

"You are naked." Commented the woman as Kendell covered her nipples and crossed her legs in embarressed reponse. "Are you a friend of the Pink man?"

"A friend? No, no, I've never met him." Kendell looked a little akward as the woman stood directly infront of her, looking down at the nude blonde. "Will he...does he tickle people?"

"Of course!" The woman chuffed with a friendly smile as she sat down on the edge of the coffe table in a much more relaxed and casual manner. "It is not a good idea to be here all naked, silly girl. If he comes home he will tickle you lots and lots."

"...oh my...well I had better leave." Kendell stood up and began walking towards the front door. "Don't you think you should leave aswell?"

"I would but he locked me in this morning." The woman said with a far too relaxed attitude for Kendell's liking.

"Don't be silly...we're on the inside." Kendell ignored the woman's remark and twisted the golden handle in an attempt to free herself from the odd little two room house, sure enough it was locked. "Oh no...how are we going to leave? I don't want to be tickled again!"

"Well you shouldn't have come here." The woman's odd statement went ignored by the frightened Kendell as she tried to knock the window with her hand, harder and harder, it would not break. "I would like to tickle you also."

"What!? No! No if this Pink man comes he's going to tickle you too! We have to get out of here!" Kendell was frantically looking for something to hit the window out with but it was no use, the coffe table and the kitchen chairs appeared to be super glued to the floor. "C'mon help me already! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"

"Of course not, I hate being tickled." The woman stood up, and began walking casually towards to Kendell, waving the feather duster in quick successive motions towards the panicking naked babe who was once again trying to open the front door with all her might. "But when naked ticklish girls just drop by what else am I supposed to do?"

"EEP!" Get away! Stop that!" Kendell barked angrily at the bizzare woman as she slapped the wiggling feather duster away when the woman tried to dance it onto the blonde's bare tummy. "This is serious! We have to get out or the Pink man is going to tickle us! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"

"No, I want to tickle you." The woman said in an annoyingly innoccent tone as she twirled the feather duster quickly on the Kendell's smooth peach like butt.

"EEE!" Kendell squealed as she arched her back suddenly in reponse to the hundreds of feathers caressing her finley shaped bottom. "HEEHEE! NO! Stop it!"

Running with one hand covering either cheek Kendell giggled angrily as the mad woman chased her around the coffe table. A feather duster shoudln't have tickled as much as it was, even on Kendell. Sure if someone was to hold her down and wave it across her skin for a few minutes you might produce tears but the light flickerings the giggling blonde was recieving would not have, under normal circumstances, produced such involuntary myrth.

"Come here you silly girl!" The woman teased as the two woman stood either side of the shin high wooden coffe table. "I'm going to tickle your belly so you won't be silly anymore!"

"No look...this is stupid!" Kendell put her hands up in a couple of most serious flat palmed 'stop' signals. "We can't be fighting amongst ourselves! We have to escape!"

"We can't escape you silly girl!" The woman looked at Kendell as if she were the odd one and with surprising almost instant speed, appeared behind Kendell, the feather duster some how now laying idol on the coffe tabel. "We must get rid of that silliness!"

"NOHOHO!" Kendell arched foward pushing her butt into the woman's hips as the odd ladies hands came up from behind the naked girl and raked their long red nails quickly over her ticklish bare tummy. "Stop it! Not don't! IAHAH I'll faAHAHALLAHAH!"

Trying desparatley to slap the woman who stood behind her did Kendell no good, and true to her word the poor big breasted girls knees began to buckle. A solid tummy tickling, much like the one she was recieving from the odd woman, always made Kendell's knees go. The poor laughing blonde would fall on the floor and be completley helpless, which made no sense. Surley the body should react in a more helpful way then simply falling on the floor, but such as fate was not.

"Oh tickle the silly girl! Tickle her!" The dark haired woman rubbed Kendell's ribs hard as the cackling girl fell onto all fours and tried invain to crawl away. "No more silly for you tickle tickle! OH tickle tickle tickle!"

"NOHOAH! Stop iiit! Crazy bihehehe!" Kendell was quickly becoming uncoordinated and as the woman pushed down on the small of the giggling blonde's back the poor girl could not hope to stay crawling for much longer. "HAhaha! Oh no! No! OOF!"

With a thump Kendell's arms slid out in front of her and her tummy hit the carpet, the mad woman landing on top of the stunned nudies back. Turning around as Kendell tried to recompose herself as best she could the woman sitting on top of her now straddled the poor blonde's hips facing towards the bare kicking legs. Kendell's gorgeus butt curved up from between the woman's thys and before Kendell could regain enough sense to react the insane cleaner began to feather dust Kendell's peach shaped cheeks.

"HEEHEEHEEEE! OHHHEEE!" Kendell burst into a high pitch girlish giggle, as the feathers fluttered speedily over her cute cheeks, her arms and legs kicked and banged the floor. "Stop it! Stop iiiit!"

"Look at you! All silly! We'll just clean that silliness from you, dirty girl!" The woman's lunatic words weren't registering with Kendell, even for a person as ticklish as her a feather duster should not have tickled as bad as it was. "Oh so dirty! Going to have to clean you good! Get my friends and give you a good scrub down!"

This was crazy, legs free, arms free and still unable to escape the ticklish touch of this crazy woman's feathers. It was the tickling itself made the poor guffawing girl incredibly uncoordinated. Even worse was when the cleaning lady realised she could hold the duster in one hand and use her long painted red nails to scrape and squeeze. Kendell was going ballistic with the two very different torturous sensations switching back and forth over her bare sensitive butt cheeks.

"Uh ooooh." The woman finally ceased her sadistic tickling after god knows how many minutes leaving Kendell's butt a light shade of pink and her eyes filled with tortured tears. "That sounds like the Pink man...hide! Hide!"

The woman had finally seemed to have come to her senses Kendell thought as she sat up on her knees, rubbing her eyes clear of the tears. In a most panicked and previously unseen sight the dark haired tickler ran into through the arch way, dissappearing into the kitchen. Hearing the sound the woman had heard, a car of some description, Kendell too began to panick.

"Oh no." Standing up Kendell could see a S.U.V already parked idoly outside, the driver, presumably the mysterious 'Pink man', was already walking towards the door.

Looking around Kendell thought about behind the couch, under the coffe table and various other useless hiding places until she remembered the closet door. With a frightened dash the nude girl swung open the closet door, darkness was within but she could hear the Pink man unlocking the door. Quickly Kendell backed herself into the tiny dark closet and just as the Pink man opened the front door Kendell closed herself in the closet.

Kendell was fortunate in that the slats on the upper half of the closet door faced downward on the outside, allowing her to peek out but no one to see back in. Being able to peek out was the only fortunate part, for what she was able to see the poor girl would rather have not. The Pink man, and he was indeed a very pink man. A man made of tounges, his arms, legs, face, everything was made of hundreds of wiggling outward facing tounges.

With her stomch sinking in fear Kendell had to cover her own mouth as to not scream. Nothing, no tiny girl, four armed man or endless pit of hands as prepared her for the shock that was the Pink man. No eyes were apparant as he, or it, closed the door behind himself. Each finger was a tounge in itself, but the others that made up his arms, legs, head and torso appeared to snake like the hands in the pit had, as if they had minds of their own.

"What a day." Kendell nearly leapt out of her skin as the Pink man spoke to himself, placing his keys on the coffe table and turning toward the kitchen.

Watching curiously Kendell tried desperatley not to make any noise as the Pink man wandered out of the lounge. Opening the fridge the Pink man examined his options but with a mighty dread Kendell was sure the only thing she could see in that fridge were ice cubes, feathers and hand cuffs. Shutting the door slowly and looking to his right, the direction of the dining table the Pink man began to drop his head as if to look underneath. With the wall in the way Kendell could not see the table itself but knew where the Pink man was looking.

"Silly girl." The Pink man said, he clearly did have a mouth but it was only obvious when he spoke. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?"

"OH NO! NOOHHOO!" Kendell could only hear the commotion as the Pink man walked behind the wall and out of her view, the crazy cleaning lady had obviously hidden under the table and was now screaming as the Pink man approched. "OH PLEASE NO! GOD! AAAH!"

Cringing Kendell could only imagine the horror as she listened to the woman screaming while piece by piece the hidden nude blonde saw the woman's clothing fly past the door way. Thankfully he wasn't tickling her, but Kendell knew that soon the woman would have what she deserved. No pity was felt by Kendell for the woman who had tickled her still pink shaded butt so vigorously, but fear for herself in the hope that the crazy bitch would not tell the Pink man about Kendell.

When a pair of pink frilly panties flew past the archway Kendell knew the woman was nude. The screaming had stopped but that was short lived as a loud shirll screaming laughter suddenly burst from the kitchen. The woman was screaming for mercy as Kendell had many times before, but when the unclothed blonde finally saw the tortured woman she closed her eyes and turned her head in fright. With his tounge covered arms bear hugging the woman around her mid section the bizzare lick monster carried the hysterical very nude cleaning lady into the living room.

"Sneak in my house will you?" The Pink man spoke as he placed the thrashing yet powerless girl face down onto the coffe table.

Laying face first, her arms off the front of the table the woman could only giggle and then shriek when the Pink man lay down on top of her. Kendell dreaded what that must have been like, all those tounges licking the bottom of her upturned feet, her thys, her butt, her back, her sides, her ribs, the sides of her boobs and her underarms. The trapped woman's head poked out from beneath the Pink man's, her face a tortured screaming myrth.

"EEEAARRGGHH! AHAHAHA!" The woman could not stop laughing and before long, just like Kendell did when tickled, the woman was crying, red faced and sweating.

Knowing all to well what the woman was going through Kendell was determined not to let it happen again. This hiding place would surley only last so long, turning around the nude dynamo searched blindly for some evidence of clothing but it seemed there were only three walls and a door, nothing more. Hoping the Pink man would finish the woman and simply find himself spent, Kendell planned to sneak out while he slept but it didn't look as if he planned on stopping any time soon.

"EEP!" Kendell squeaked and covered her mouth in suprise, quickly peeking back through the slats to check the Pink man had not heard her, he seemed fully focused on torturing the pinned cleaning lady.

Once again Kendell muffled her own squeal as something prodded her in the side. Again it happened, and then a forth time, they felt like people jabbing her with their index fingers. Again and again it happened, Kendell tried invain to grab the unseen pokers. A few more pokes and they began to get faster. Another in the belly, the nude girl turned away and one would poke her on the butt, or under her arm as she reached out. They got faster, two, three at a time. It was slowly beggining to be on going tickling rather than simple, manageable proding.

"No! Stop it!" Kendell whispered sternly trying as hard as possible to hold back her giggles as she darted side to side and back and forth when in response to the quickening pokes. "Ohnodon't! AHA! EEP! Stop that!"

Soon it was becoming too much, Kendell's only option was to leave the closet but a much worse fate waited her out there. Another minute and the fingers no longer reclined into the darkness, eight, nine of them now sat out and dug into her boobs and tummy. Ten, eleven, the poor straining girl refused to fall on the floor. Faster now as nearly twenty fingers dug viciously into her.

"NOHOOO!" Kendell suddenly screamed and leapt back as a whole hand gripped her smooth womanhood. "Oh...oh god."

Turning around hesitantly an overwhelming fear washed over Kendell as she realised where she had leapt back to. Right out of the closet door. The Pink man arched his back and faced the nude blonde, the dark haired cleaning woman continued to howl as the tounges mercilessly licked her nude body. Kendell froze looking at the Pink man right where his eyes should be. Eyes or not his intent was obvious and Kendell was in for a lickin'...


To be continued...

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Kendell's Touch. Part Four: The Pink Man Cometh. (*/f)


Most of the time people dreamt about fairly surreal things. Sometimes it’s something nice, like flying, or a sexual fantasy. Other times it can be bad, like someone trying to kill you, or worse. Frankly Kendell would rather have had the killing one, because her current sedative induced sleep was easily providing the worst nightmare of her life.

Thus far the leggy big breasted blonde had been stripped of her clothing, tickled by a four armed beast, thrown into a bottomless pit of infinite tickling hands, been tickled by an insane cleaning lady and now the poor girl stood before the seemingly infamous yet previously unseen 'Pink man'. Kendell, from the safety of being hidden in a closet, had just witnessed the Pink man turn the once domineering cleaning lady into a hysterical, naked, sweating mess. The bizarre creature had stripped the woman of her clothing, pinned her down on the coffee table and lay on top of her causing intense, pleading laughter, from the merciless tickle torture.

“Please…” Kendell said to the man made of nothing but wiggling tongues, a word she had said all too often through out this nightmare. “…don’t do that to me.”

"Do what?" The Pink man asked as he stood to his toungue covered feet, leaving the dark haired woman limp and gasping for air on the wooden coffee table. "Tickle you? You break into my home and tell me what to do?"

"I-I didn't come here on purpose..." Kendell's voice wavered with fear as she took steps backwards to corrospond with the steps the Pink man was taking towards her. "...please I...I just want to go home."

"If you are here, I own you. There for you are home." The Pink man used the same logic as the four armed man previously, the situation only becoming more frightening as Kendell could not go back any futher without returning to the closet with the darkness that tickled.

Looking at the sweating exhausted naked woman laying limp on the table, Kendell was determined not to end up like her. Quickly side stepping Kendell made a break for the front door but the poor nude blonde was just as quickly grabbed from behind. The Pink man reached up under Kendell's arms, clasping his hands over either of her milky white melons and pulling her back into towards his wiggling torso. The tounges from his arms wickedly caressed her ribs and breasts while hundreds more ran over her back and cute hyper ticklish butt.

"HOOOHAAAHAHA!" Kendell wailed as she kicked, the only thing preventing her from collapsing was the Pink man's incredible strength. "NONONONONOHOOHO! HAHAOO!"

In the real world, a few years back now, Kendell had gone out with a guy who licked her foot. Up until less than half an hour ago current time, that had been the most intense tickling the poor cackling blonde had ever experienced. The touch of a purposley tickling tounge was, for whatever reason, far worse than the prod, poke or stroke of a finger. A man made of tounges was Kendell's worst nightmare and while in reality she was being hoisted safley into a hospital bed for observation, the nightmare of a man made of toungues was inescapable.

"Ohh you are much more tickish than the others!" The Pink man taunted only making Kendell furious amongst her hyusterics, the poor girl couldn't stand the fact she was so helpless when tickled. "When I am done I think I shall feed you to the pink pit!"

Fortunatley Kendell was howling too loud with her own forced laughter to comprehend the Pink man's last words. Had she heard about the 'pink pit' it wouldn't have taken long to realise it was a pit of tounges and the nude girl probably would have fainted. At the time Kendell had no idea, but when she would wake up from this horrible hellish imagining it would become apparant the young woman only had herself to blame. Despite the cruelness and unbearable torture, these were her thoughts and creations, all be them unintentional.

Laughter, tears and sweat weren't the only things Kendell couldn't stop. With the Pink man's swirling moist toungue fingers licking her rigid sensitive nipples the poor girl couldn't help but become involuntarily aroused. Unlike when the pit of hands first touched her g-spot this time Kendell noticed she was becoming incredibly turned on. The intense near full upper body tickling was still torture, however the ticklish nipple licking teased the possibility of sweet heavenly release.

"Careful now" Came a frighteningly familiar voice when the tickling suddenly stopped as with sweat, tears and a virtually rosie pink butt, back, sides, ribs and breasts Kendell fell to the floor. "You don't want her cumming."

"She's more ticklish if she cums." The Pink man spoke frankly to the four armed beast who was just closing the elusive front door behind himself. "I was going to throw her in the pink pit."

"Yep...yeah good idea." The four armed beast put his foot on Kendell's bare side and forced her to roll over onto her back as the two strange creatures chatted like old friends. "...give her the treatment first."

"Oh yeah." The Pink man almost purred with enthusiasm as the two beasts looked down upon the fearful girl.

"Nooo...no..." Kendell sobbed as the four armed beast used one of his huge hands to grip both of the suffering blondes wrists and hoist her up, bare feet dangling nearly a foot from the floor.

"C'mere you." The Pink man turned to demand the naked and exhausted cleaning lady who sluggishly peeled herself from the wooden coffe table with total obidience. "Hold her ankles."

Through much screaming protest and frantic struggling Kendell was pulled out on a forty five degree angle. The four armed beast holding her wrists in one had while the nude cleaning lady knelt on the floor with the blonde's ankles securley locked under one arm. Kendell's screams for mercy were soon interuppted by girlish giggling as the cleaning lady ran the five long nails of her free hand around the wrinkly bottoms of the dreaming girls precious feet.

"Heeheenoohahah! Ohgaawahahad!" Once Kendell's giggling had risen to a steady stream of laughter the stretched out girl was futher tortured when the four armed man's spare three hands began viciously lobster clawing her ribs from behind.

The dancing nails on her soles were in stark constrast to the harsh, almost painful, tickling on her ribs. Worse still was the Pink Man who slithered onto Kendell's nude shaking frame. Despite being suspended off the ground, the weight of the Pink Man seemed to make no difference as he left the floor and lay himself atop the angled woman's heaving body. The wet tounges squirmed everywhere, on her smooth underarms, around her ears and neck, over her lips, collar bone, breasts. Any part of her ribs that wasn't being attacked from behind was cruely licked as was her entire tummy with one particually fast moving pink tounge vibrating in Kendell's cute belly button.

It was far, far worse that Kendell had ever imagined. When she had hid in the closet and watched the cleaning lady get tickled it was a terrible feeling, but the tounges were everywhere. Of course, in reality the dreaming blonde had no idea what it was really like to have several tounges tickling inside her womanhood at once, nor had she ever felt the intrusive caress of an unusually wet tounge inbetween her well toned butt cheeks. The long pink tounges were even slipping inbetween her toes. Fortunatley for Kendell this was a dream and slowly but surley the tortured nude girl was waking up...

"Kendell?" Trish asked, her jade green eyes peering over the top of a three year old woman's magazine. "Oh thank jeez, your awake!"

"...Whu..?" Kendell blinked slowly as she took in her surroundings, she was in a hospital bed wearing nothing more than a thin standard issue baby blue nightie, Trish was standing up from her chair on the other side of the small private room.

"You want some water?" Trish asked grabbing and upturned glass on the bed side table and pivoting toward the small lockless bathroom next to the main door. "Are you okay? I'll call the nurse in a second."

Kendell sat up slowly, weak from three days sleep. It turned out, after being sedated on her bathroom floor by the paramedics, the barbie figured blonde had giggled constantly all the way to the hospital before falling into a state of shock. The shock had kept Kendell completley unconsious for three days straight and Trish had stayed with her the entire time, the nurse checking in once every hour.

Trish called the nurse who checked her over and paged the doctor assigned to Kendell. Despite calling a hospital her home for three days the red headed Trish didn't look any worse for wear. Trish's jeans wrapped to her long smooth legs and perfect ass like paint, the tight white t-shirt did little to hide her large jiggling boobs and her shoulder length red hair was as straight as always.

"Good afternoon Kendell, I'm doctor Hughes." Came a soft professional older man's voice as the door opened an hour after the nurse had called the pager. "It seems we have a rather unusual case..."

"What happened to me?" Kendell said having eaten and regained some strentgh as she sat up in the hospital bed, her long wavey blonde hair tied in a loose pony tail.

"Is she going to be okay?" Trish asked sitting in a standard hospital visitors chair next to the bed as she watched a 5'4ft grey haired man with thin lensed glasses, a white coat and dignified manner about him enter the room.

"That all depends...you see...since Kendell was bought in, I've been trying to find something similar to the symptoms the paramedics described..." Doctor Hughes grabbed the clip board from the end of the bed and peered over his glasses at the jumble of notes and ticked boxes. "I think you maybe suffering from a very rare nerve condition called 'Eximius Sensilis'."

"Nerve condition?" Kendell looked on wide eyed as the doctor hung back the clip board and stayed standing at the foot of the bed with a most pleasent and calming way about him.

"There maybe no need for alarm...my dianosis could be incorrect." The grey haired doctor put emphasis on the word 'could' as he explained Kendell's condition. "There have only ever been three other recorded cases. Basically thee nervous system becomes erratic, causing extreme levels of sensitivity to touch...curiously there are no records of it having any effect on the systems reaction to heat..."

"So its like an attack?" Trish interuppted as she noticed the good doctor trailing off into an irrelevant strain of the topic at hand.

"Quite." Hughes replied realising his brief mistake with a polite smile before swiftly returning to topic. "It appears to happen when your nerves are overly stimulated...such as the reported tickling your date was giving you the other night...in essence your nerves loose control of their threshold, which is why the meer touch of shower water caused you the undue stress resulting in the call for paramedics."

"...How...how do I get rid of it?" Kendell asked shocked at the news she could not even trust her own body.

"Given that this condition is so rare there isn't a definetive cure I'm afraid." His bed side manner was impecible, Doctor Hughes eyes showing true sympathy for his paitent. "If you aren't sedated its possible you'll fall into shock once again...obviously avoiding stimulation would be a good step, then again the attack may simply subside...Trisha tells me that between your brief tickling and the shower, you were okay...prehaps if you have left the shower, just sat down for half an hour or so, your nerves would have gone back to normal."

"Not to be rude but there seems to be a lot of 'Possibles', 'Maybes' and 'Prehaps'..." Trish said obviously more annoyed at the situation than at the doctor. "Are you even sure its this...Eximi...whatever?"

"...no." Doctor Hughes said sincerley placing his hands on the small plasic white wall at the end of the bed. "There simply hasn't been enough research done about Eximius Sensilis to give any definitive cure or prevention...I can only suggest avoiding any unessesery nerve stimulation...and if it happens again...well I'll keep looking into it..."

Kendell sat for a minute taking it in. Trish sighed and glanced at Kendell, holding her hand tight. Doctor Hughes busied himself with the clip board again and with a polite cough excused himself from the room. The nurse came in soon after and told them Kendell was welcome to stay another night but once her energy was back Trish took her back to their apartment that afternoon.

"I found two of them." Kendell said sitting in short shorts and a t-shirt at the computer from her bedroom.

"There were three cases right?" Trish asked clicking the t.v remote to mute as she stood up from the couch and wanderd toward the open door of her flat mate's bedroom.

"Yeah...I've been searching the net for about an hour...theres not much on it." Kendell explained looking up to the red head Trish as she entered the room. "The first one I found was some guy in the fifties...the other one is uncomfirmed, a girl in India found dead..."

"Dead?" Trish asked with surprise and a hint of concern.

"Theres a whole report on her...not much on the guy." Kendell said not sounding as concerned as she should have about the death part. "Says it wasn't the nerve condition itself that killed her...they found bruising on her ribs and stomch...her jaw muscles were stretched to an abnormal size...they found her with her mouth and eyes wide open, she'd been crying."

"...what...what happened to her?" Trish asked standing behind Kendell's chair as she scanned the onscreen report for futher information.

"They called in investigators because of the unusual death...once you wade through all the official language..." Kendell paused to turn in her chair and look Trish in the eye who took a step back toward Kendell's large double bed. "...she was tickled to death."

"...oh no..." Trish said wide eyed taking another step back and sitting down on the bed. "Someone...who?..."

"They never found the guy." Kendell said turning completley in her chair nowhere near as shocked as Trish. "Look...that was one time right? Its not going to happen to me...I just have to do what the doctor said, avoid stimulation to my nerves and theres no reason I can't live a normal life."

"You...fair enough." Trish said in reply letting her mood lighten a little seeing Kendell's logic. "I have to go in a sec...late shift...what about the guy in the fifties?"

"Don't know. Said he never left the house and he was eighteen when he contracted the condition but I couldn't dig up much. The report on the Indian girl was the best I could find." Kendell stood up from her chair and casually wanderd toward the bedroom door. "Don't worry about me okay? Nothings going to happen, it was a freak occcurance."

"Okay. You get some rest." Trish said standing and following Kendell into the lounge before picking up her hand bag and slipping into her stilletos. "I'll be back around eleven, so don't wait up."

Trish wandered off to work, Kendell herself wasn't due back to work for another three days. Whilst the specifics of her hospital visit hadn't been divuldged to the leggy blonde's boss the employer was happy to allow a week off sick. It wasn't as if Kendell hadn't earned it working countless hours overtime at the local DMV. After several minutes sitting idol on the couch Kendell clicked the T.V off and decided relaxation was the order of the day.

In a glorius bare body state the well toned twenty two year old blonde leant foward and dipped her slender fingers into the fluffy white bubbles that sat a top the hot bath water. Smiling to herself with pride for getting the water temputure just right Kendell stretched her long smooth left leg and dipped her cute button toes into through the bubbles. Seductivley slow the nude blonde let herslef slide under the bubbles and closed her eyes with pleasure.

Several minutes passsed before the soaking blonde took a sip of her red wine and glanced to other end of the stark white tub. Sitting next to two half melted red scented candles was a small glass tray, almost like a classy ash tray but far too big. Inside the tray were various colourful tablets, Trish's bath salts. Intrigued and knowing she wasn't usually allowed to use them but could play the sympathy card after her hospital visit, Kendell dropped two of the coloured tabs into the warm bubbly water.

"Oh no!" Kendell squealed with horror when the tablets began to fizz tiny bubbles up against the skin of her back and behind her knees. "Ohno ohnoohno!"

Spalshing quickly from the tub the panicking blonde could already feel her entire body start to tingle. It was the same unsuspecting sensation Kendell had felt in the shower five days before. Now the tall wet nude woman was able to recognise the premptive feeling of her nervous system betraying her as her shakey hand picked up the phone and quickly dialed 911.

"Please!...Eeeheeno! You-HAha!" Kendell dropped to her knees as she struggled with her will power to hold the phone correctly and explain her dilema. "I'meee in trahaha Nono! aahaha Help meeee! AHAHA!"

The phone was left swinging from the small table next to the couch with an operators voice being drowned out by poor Kendell's hysterical laughter. Her mind slipping the poor blonde could only roll on the carpet as the beads of water, her own hair and the long shag carpetting tickled every hyper sensitive inch of her nude body. Help was coming...hopefully.

To Be Continued...

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Kendell's Touch. Part Five: Trish. (M/f)


Trish plumped herself onto the couch and clicked on the T.V. Kendell was in hospital again. When the busty red head Trish had gone to work yesterday afternoon the poor blonde twenty two year old she shares an apartment with had suffered another attack from her strange nervous system. Trish, still in her blouse, bra, nylon stockings, skirt, panties and high heels had rushed early from work and spent the night in hospital with her blonde friend who had remained unconsious.

Slipping off her red high heels the green eyed woman wiggled her cute toes inside the thin stockings and stretched out on the over stuffed couch. Flicking through the channels Trish's thoughts were focused on her unfortunate friend. Being incredibly ticklish herself the red head able to feel some semblance of sympathy for Kendell, although not really being able to imagine just how horrible being that ticklish would be. The doctor had said Kendell had become so sensitive from her last attack that even the air in her apartment had tickled her as if someone were using a feather.

Clicking the T.V off Trish proped her head up on the arm of the couch closest to the door. Resting her stockinged feet on the oppossing arm the blouse wearing twenty three year old slowly closed her eyes before drifting into a deep, deep sleep. Dreaming quietly to herself Trish was unaware of the goings on around her and before long she was woken from her peaceful slumber by a deep bass voice.

"Where is she?" Sam Lucas asked sitting in denim jeans a tight dark t-shirt, all six foot of him less than a foot away on the quaint wooden coffee table.

"The hell?!" Trish sat up startled, looking at the apartment door which was securley shut and looked undisturbed. "What are you doing in here?"

"I want to know where Kendell is." Sam said, his bald head reflecting the light a little as sat casually on the table with am eerily calm manner.

"You...get out of here." Trish said sternly as she stood up and made her way toward the door. "Kendell doesn't want to see you again idiot, shes not interested in you."

"The feeling is mutual...I have no interest in her personally...but her body..." Sam stood up, his musculer figure making Trish hesistate with a hint of fear knowing he could easily hurt her before she began unlocking the door.

"Your sick you know that? Kendell's sick and-" Trish stood back suddenly as Sam's large hand pushed the door back closed from the half inch the red head had opened it.

"She has Eximius Sensilis doesn't she? Is that what the doctor told you?" Sam said stepping foward, his large frame more than a little intimidating causing Trish to step backward futher into the apartment. "You did take her to a doctor didn't you? The Indian girl never saw a doctor."

"What...what do you know about the Indian girl?" Trish's voice shook noticably when she was backed into the side of the couch she had previously napped on.

"I'm asking the questions." Sam said looming over the angry red head, only and inch from face to face. "Kendell is in a hospital...you know which one. Tell me, and I'll leave you alone."

"How...how do you know about that? How do you know she has those attacks?" Trish tried to appear braver than she was toward the large ebony skinned man. "How do you know about the Indian girl?"

"Where.Is.Kendell?" Sam's paitence was clearly growing thin as he pushed his face a half centimeter from Trish's and puncuated every word.

"Get out!" Trish yelled and pushed her hands hard into Sam's rock hard abs causing her to fall backward onto the couch, the complete opposite of what she had planned.

"Do it the damn hard way." Sam gritted his teeth and grabbed swiftly gripped both of Trish's ankles in each hand.

"What? Hey! Get off!" Trish screamed as she was suddenly pulled quickly over the arm of the couch and with a disorientating thump landed back first onto the soft shag carpetting.

"Tell me which hospital shes in." Sam ordered sternly as he rolled Trish quickly onto her front in her brief state of daze from hitting the floor and straddled the small of her back.

"Get off me! You FAAA! DonAHAH! No! GetAahaha!" Trish gritted her teeth when Sam's ten wiggling fingers dug into her blouse covered sides and lobster clawed the bottom of her soft sensitive ribs. "Stop it! AHAHA! Nogetoffmeeeheee!"

Fighting the laughter Trish slammed her arms into the carpet and dug her nails uselessly into Sam's knees. Kicking her legs into the floor there was no way to free herself, ecspecially being quickly weakened from the tickling. Sam was bigger, stronger and heavier than Trish and his fingers darted up and down her sides, along her ribs and even poked rapidly into the sides of her large blouse and bra covered breasts which ballooned out to the sides.

"Just tell me where she is." Sam said keeping his right hand lobster clawing the cackling red head's ribs while his left hand discreetly untucked her think silk blouse. "I'm telling you now, I won't stop. I will tickle you for hours. Just tell me where Kendell is."

"Hahahahno! Stopiiit! EEEhahahah! NonononaaaAHAHAH!" Trish screamed when Sam's cold hands wiggled up under her shirt onto the smooth skin of the red head's back and down onto her heaving sides. "Stopticklingeeehaa! Gaaahaha!"

Trish barley noticed but as Sam relentlessly dug his fingers higher and higher up her sexy body he also pushed the blouse higher up. More skin was becoming visible and the bald man's fingers were only getting faster. The sking of Trish's back was creamy white and every inch hopelessly sensitive. Mercilessly attacking her sides Sam cruely focused on that one spot until the red head's skin was a light shade of pink.

"Where is Kendell?" Trish wasn't ignoring Sam's questions she just simply could register in her current state as he flipped the panting girl onto her back. "Tell me and I'll leave you alone."

"Hhh hhh please hhh" Trish puffed hard for air, her cheeks red from the several non stop minutes of tickling. "stop hhh hh stop tickling...hhh"

"Stubborn girl." Sam said straddling Trish's hips and locking her wrists firmly inbetween the back of his knees as he knelt. "This could all be over."

"Hey! Get off me! Help! Help!" Trish screamed suddenly when Sam ripped open her blouse, small white buttons flying everywhere revealing two huge fleshy melons that were barley contained by a straining white bra. "You asshole! You can't do this! Heeeelp!"

"The only people home this time of day are old women who listen to their game shows with the volume too far up." Sam said guessing the truth, the only people in the building being an old woman and a yuppy artist both of which were atleast two floors away. "Just tell me where she is...and I'll stop tickling you. Thats the deal."

"...Fuck you." Trish said defyingly ignoring the question given that when Sam spoke the firey red head refused to listen and instead tried uselessly to think of ways to escape. "AAAahahah! Noaahah! YoubastaraaAHAHA!"

If Trish had any coordination what so ever she would have kicked the well built jerk square in the back but the tickling didn't just weaken her body, it weakened her rational thought. Scribbling all ten of his fingers over Trish's well toned tummy was more than enough for Sam to make the girl laugh like a mad woman. Thrasing her head from side to side the poor girl could only slam her long stocking legs into the carpet and tug at her arms but any attempt to escape was futile.

"Where is Kendell?" Sam said gripping the thin center strap of Trish's flimsy bra and ripping it easily from her large jiggling milky white breasts.

"...no, no don't...ahaha! AAAHAHAH!" Trish arched her back and shut her eyes tight when Sam's surprisingly cold hands cupped her soft melons and squeezed in quick succession only a half second after the howling red head saw her bra tossed across the room. "HAHAHA Notthere!NotheeeeheeHEEAHA!"

Trish was beside herself and not just from the tickling. The situation itself was terrible, a man she barley knew with superior strength was exploting the sensitive hottie's greatest weakness. Whilst the struggling woman had been tickled on her massive mammaries before she had never suffered the indignity and terror of being pinned down and redenderd helpless. Most men Trish had been with took momentary pleasure in playfully tickling her but no one had ever used tickling as a weapon.

A weirdly terrible feeling washed over the full lipped girl when Sam used one set of fingers to lightly dance over her large pink nipple. While his left hand cruley dug into the side of Trish's right boob, which was actually worse than the squeezing what with being to dangerously close to her soft ribs, his right was fondling her aeroela in a most unpleasently pleaset fashion. Ticklishness combind with panic, anger and now the most unwanted hint of arousal.

"How about it?" Sam asked ceasing the assault and looking and the girl who feel limp beneath him, bar her frantic gasps for air.

With no answer in the first few seconds due to heavy breathing and remaining angry giggles, the evil interrogater flipped poor Trish over once again and pivoted quickly. Straddling the small of the red head's back and facing her legs Sam grabbed the bottom of the squirming girls skirt and with a fair amount of ease tore it straight through. The once expensive skirt joined the bra as it flew uncerimoniously through the air. Now with her buttonless blouse wide open and her bottom half only in panties and stockings Trish's eyes began to tear up, but before she could even finish her first sob Sam's wiggling fingers danced over the thin panty material that covered her peach like butt.

"Noho! Noho! Nohohohoooo! Ahahah! Ahhhahaha!" Arms and legs slammed wildly into the floor as the ten fingers danced muderously on both cheeks tickling poor Trish terribly through the waffer thin cotton. "Notmybutt! ahaha pleeheehee!"

"Too bad. You should have told me where Kendell is and this never would have happened." Sam said coldly, her high pitch girlish giggles being music to his secretly experienced ears.

Bouncing breasts rolled and squished into the long fluffy carpet as the laughing girls ticklish skin began to gleam with sweat. This was exhausting, Trish had never imagined being tickled so much, let alone on her butt. It went on and on, Sam never seemed to show any mercy. Even on the odd occasion when Trish had tickled someone she had let up before sixty seconds. Heaven knows Trish used to think it were terribly cruel when she would hold her younger sisters feet in the crook of her arm and tickle the smaller sibling for thirty seconds. Her sisters begging would be the thing that triggered Trish to relent, but Sam appeared to be missing that part of his brain.

Red faced and teary eyed it wasn't just the energy drain that caused Trish's cheeks to discolour. Being stripped of her bra and skirt, her blouse ripped open and her butt tickled, this was completley humiliating. Having tears streaming down her face from being tickled wasn't exactley the single most dignified thing Trish had ever accomplished either. For a woman who was more often than not the most domineering personality in the room, and spent her school years standing up for others (even referred to as a 'cheerleader with a heart of gold' in her senior year year book) this was terribly embaressing. Reduced to nothing but a helpless little girl, a tickle toy.

"...hhh hh stop...hhh no hhhhhh" Trish desperatley sucked much needed air into her hard working lungs, the dancing fingers had stopped but a tingling remained as the sweaty half naked girl begged Sam not to remove her panties. "please...hhh hh...please no...hhh"

"How ticklish do you think your butt will be without these?" Sam teased, futher driving home the point Trish was helpless as he easily slid the pink panties along the squirming woman's long nylon clad legs and tossed them by the door. "A ticklish bare butt...kitchy kitchy..."

"No! no...no...please please..." Trish twirled messy haired head from side to side in a desperate attempt to see behind her, only seeing Sam's back it was impossible to tell when his dastly digits would tough down on her now very bare bottom. "oh please...deEEEEEYYY!"

The squeal was so loud the yuppy artist two floors up managed to only just hear it through the floor boards, although quickly dismissed it. It was terrible, Trish thrashed violently beneath Sam, the panties had masked a great deal of the red head's sensitivity and that had been bad enough. Involuntarily the giggling red head's cheeks would tense up at random showing deep dimples on the side which when squeezed caused screams of unstoppable laughter.

"You a fool you know that?" Sam words went unheard by the screaming woman beneath him who now only wore a ruined blouse and thin nylon stockings. "If you would've just told me where is...but oh no, you have be noble...well this is where nobility gets you!"

"AAAAHahahah! HahahahheeheeeEEe!" Trish switched from giggles to full blown laughter in response to whether the fingers lightly danced on her cheeks or whether Sam dug his fingers into her soft sensitive flesh and squeezed hard. "Eeeeheeeheeenoo! AAAHAHA!"

It wasn't nobility that caused Trish to avoid revealing her friends location. Trish didn't want to give Sam the answer but out of the many times he had asked the question only one of those times had actually been noticed, in her usual stubborn nature the firey red head had responded with profanity not having any idea at the time just how far the musculer tickler was willing to go to get the answer. When Sam had first started asking Trish saw no real threat, all the other times were while she was exhausted and hadn't been able to respond. Unfortunatley this was a most intense torture and the cackling butt tickled woman didn't know, if given another oppurtunity to answer, just how long she could hold out.

"I'm going to tickle you aaaall over! You hear me? Ever inch of you for hours and hours!" Sam quickly spun around and before Trish could even stop laughing managed to tear the blouse clean off and viciously lobster claw the upturned girls soft ribs. "Your just a tickle toy now! A giggly little girl thats mine for the tickling!"

Sam had read her like a book the first minute they'd met and now he used that fully to his advantage. The teasing, the taunting, it only fueled the humilation of being defeated in such an embaressing fashion. He was making her do everything, laugh, sweat, wiggle, squirm, thrash, beg, it was all beyond Trish's control. The loss of control wasn't the worst part, it was how the normally head strong red head had lost it, tickling. A childs game turned into a torture device and it worked like nothing else could.

"...please...hh hh nomore...hhhhh I canhhh I can't take it..." Her body limp as a well cooked string of spagehtti, Trish was turned onto her back, in nothing more than her thin stockings the natural red head once again begged between breaths for mercy. "this...this isn't right...hhh"

"Its a bit late for that don't you think?" Sam asked rhetorically with a sadistic look in his eye before grabbing Trish's hips and hoisting the near nude woman over his broad shoulder as he stood up, her cute tickled pink butt right next to his stern face. "You had your chance to tell me where she is...its beyond that now..."

"Please...wh-what're you going to do?" Trish ever so weakly batted barley formed fists against the powerful man's back and made a totally pathetic effort to kick her legs.

"Don't worry..." Sam said pulling a chair out from the kitchen table and dropping the poor girl square onto its hard wooden seat. "...your still going to tell me."

Flopping off the chair Trish weakly began to crawl toward the phone, paying no attention to what Sam was doing behind her. Looking over his shoulder while he rummaged around through the kitchen drawers, Sam could see the stocking clad girl crawling her way from the lino floor to the carpetted living room and smirked wickedly. After several seconds, with her hand only a half inch from the phone as she reached up from being on all fours, Trish felt a firm grip around her right ankle and with a scream the big breasted girl clawed at the carpet and knocked over the small phone table as she was dragged with ease back toward the kitchen.

"No! Let go of me! What are you doing!?" Trish whipped her head back and forth as she was sat back in the wooden dining chair, Sam holding both of her slender wrists in one of his large hands and bending her arms back over her head, the struggling girls biceps just touching the backs of her pretty ears and her elbows level with the top of her head. "Oh God NO! NO please! Don't do that! Heeelp!!"

"You tried that before." Sam grinned as he looped an orange extension cord around the screaming red heads wrists with his free hand and tied it securley to the highest railing on the back of the chair. "No ones going to save you."

"Your sick you know that! Your fucking sick!" Trish screamed as she struggled at the well tied cord that bound her hands while Sam walked around the front of her. "Let me go right now! Get off me! Stop it!"

"Don't-Ow!...Don't try and act so brave, we both know the truth." Sam said as he fought to grab ahold of Trish's left ankle, getting a kick to the stomch for his efforts before managing to grip the stocking clad foot, bring it high into the air and slam it down onto the wooden dining table. "We both know your just a helpless ticklish kitten."

With her heel being slammed onto the heavy wooden table Trish closed her eyes from the sudden pain. Gritting her teeth the consdierably weakend woman strained with all her embaressed fury to pull her arms back over her head, only resulting in sore wrists. After the effort of useless tugging Trish opened her eyes and was quick to focus on the sight in front of her. Among the items he had found in the kitchen was a roll of silver duct tape which Sam used to loop over the top of Trish's ankle, under the corner of the table and back up.

"Fuck...fuck you...you-you can't do thiiiis!" Trish sobbed her last word realising the futility of her predicament and that her brave face she tried to put on was coming off as nothing more than a silly mask.

Brief kicking resulted in Trish's other heel being struggled up onto the opposing corner of the heavy dark wood table. Before long the thrashing red heads right foot was duct taped to the other corner at the head of the rectagular structure. Sam took a step back and admired his work, the sobbing girl before him all sweaty and red cheeked with tear filled eyes totally trapped and almost totally nude. Trisha's legs spread, her feet tightly wiggling on the table where she had breakfast and dinner, her arms stretched out over her head and tied with cord behind her resulting in a taut belly, ribs, breasts and smooth underarms all totally exposed.

"Where is she?" Sam asked for what seemed the hundreth time, leaning casually on the bench, his back to the sink.

"Please...okay...okay I'm begging you...don't, don't do this to me....I'm begging you okay?" Trish cried at the fact, she was totally defeated and had finally admitted it to herself by openly begging for mercy.

"You know that does no good." Sam seemed emotionless except for his eyes which slowly hovered over every inch of Trish's sexy bound body.

"What...what are you going to do to her? To me?" Trish asked, the last piece of her question tagged on the end when she saw the rack of knives on the far end of the bench.

"Tickle." Sam answered simply and stepped foward. "That should answer both your questions. Now...answer mine."

"She...Kendell is sick...in that state-" Trish was shocked at the thought of someone actually tickling her hospitilised friend, to take advantage of such an incredible weakness.

"-I know all this." Sam interrupted taking another step foward and wiggled the fingers of his right hand in the air. "And I won't ask again."

"...St Geralds on 4th...you bastard." Trish hung her head foward with shame before lifting it back a second later, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "You'll never get her, they have security, they'll never let you just wander in and assault her."

"Oh please." Sam said as his hands flew through the air and landed squarley onto Trish's protruding ribs.

Screaming with tortured laughter, it was so much worse now. Before, under the weight of this cruel man, the tickling was bad but being restrained, totally exposed, the vunerability made it every bit worse. More embaressing, more helpless and, some how, far more ticklish than before. The thought that he intended to possibly do the same to Kendell didn't help either, but the though of him acutally getting ahold of her seemed silly and gave enough hope to not feel too guilty. Not that Trish could actually focus on that, she had problems of her own.

"HAHAHPLEEEEHEEHEE! STahahap! No!NO! AHA! Not theRAAAAGGAHAH!" Trish's voice strained as her laughter went up a notch when Sam's dancing fingers slid easily over her taught smooth underarms, a place so ticklish it was forbidden to anyone but herself. "AAAHAHA STOP STOP! AHAHAH!"

Swingy a leg over Sam sat comfortably in the angled lap of Trisha, giving himself complete access to her upper body. With her legs stretched out behind him and running up from the chair on a steady slope to the table and her bare top half tied back the former math teacher sat with his chest mere inches from Trish's. Running his hands wildly up and down her ticklish body the poor girl was kept guessing amongst her hysteria. With her arms tied up beside her head Trish couldn't even thrash her head all that much, only laugh and laugh.

"You know I was actually going to stop" Sam spoke unheard to the full lipped girl who shot her eyes open wide and clenched them shut depending on where and how he would tickle. "you just caused so much trouble I had to keep pushing...and now its just too much fun."

It didn't feel like he was moving around, it felt like his hands were everywhere at once. Digging into her large jiggling breasts, dancing on her smooth underarms, dancing inbetween her ribs and poking all over Trish's ticklish tummy. Sam was so good at it, so fast it was pure unbridled torture. Being as ticklish as this Trish couldn't begin to think what it would be like for Kendell, who the paramedics had said was so sensitive the very air would tickle her skin.

"hhhh hhh hhhh ohgodhh hhh" Trish blinked through tear blurred eyes when, after an immesureable amount of time, Sam stood up and pratically strutted toward the table. "hhhh I'll do anything hhh hh anything you want hhh hhh"

She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, let alone the situation. It was however the situation that caused the words that would other wise never come from between Trish's lips. As he sat up on the table and knelt between her wiggling stockinged feet the sweaty red head actually wanted him to come back and tickle her ribs, or underarms, or anywhere else. If this cruel bastard had to tickle somewhere, God let it be anywhere but her precious precious feet.

"Anything?" Sam said making himself comforable, he knelt on the table top almost perfectly in the middle with a great view of Trish's exposed womanhood. "How about I tickle your feet? Thats something."

"No...no hhh hhh Anything, anything but that...please." Trish questioned her logic, regretting the proposition as she had just shot herself in the foot, so to speak.

Saying she would do anything to not have her cute feet touched was a pratical admission of Trish's most terribly ticklish spot. The crying bound girl may aswell have put up fliers and sent out e-mails. Slowly Sam's left hand pressed his lower palm against the tops of Trish's trappped right toes, taking an eternity the little nylon covered sole was stretched as the cute button toes were pushed back. On the very threshold that bordered pain Sam stopped and gave a sly smile to his teary eyed tickle toy who pursed her lips tight and watched on with horror.

It came sooner than expected and she held her breath hard. A single finger tip, painfully slow, gliding, barley even touching. It slid along the nylon from the heel, up the arch and across the balls of her totally immoveable foot. Worst of all, it tickled with agonising sensitivy and Trish knew in her heart of hearts that Sam had only just begun. A squeak from her belly stopped at her lips which held tight but was still perfectly audible when the devil's fingers caressed under Trish's toes. Why she held on so hard, why she resisted the straining girl did not know but it wouldn't last, no one knew that better than her.

"You know" Sam began watching Trish fight the sensations as she shook her head and shut her eyes as if not wanting to witness some traumatic scene. "I can break you whenever I want..."

"NYYYAAEEEE! AHAHAH!" There was no room for words when the damn burst and five vicious digits danced across the arch through Trish's thin nylon. "AHHAHAH! AAAAAHHAHAHAH!"

The yuppy artist rolled his eyes and turned up the radio. Old Mrs Denson on the bottom floor thought there was a problem with her earing aid and fiddled with it. The squealing would have been heard among the full blown belly laughs and tickled screams had anyone else been in the entire apartment building.

Trish had never imagined ticklishness this intense. Her foot completley trapped. The poor girls mind was split down the middle and shattered with every touch, the random movements of five fingers intent on causing her the utmost torture. That is what this was after all, at the end of the day. Sam had his information, now he was simply torturing the poor girl using, of all things, tickling.

"Tell me something..." Sam said finally leaving Trish's foot alone to wiggle among the tingles that remained post-tickle. "Which do you think is more ticklish...nylon covered...or bare?"

"Hhhh hhh hh" Trish said nothing when the nylon stocking from her ankle down of the left foot was ripped away leaving it totally bare.

With one foot wrapped in its unprotective nylon shell and the other bare, both wiggled with awful anticipation of the impending doom. Trish didn't know the answer, did it even matter? Nylon or not the red head's feet were still immensley sensitive. Thinking back, her butt had been considerably more ticklish when those now torn panties were forcebly removed. Trish would have happily gone the rest of her life without knowing the answer, because there was only one sure fire way to find out.

"Tell me which is better....or should I saw worse?" The kneeling Sam said before wiggling all ten fingers and landing them quickly scribbling on a foot for each hand.

Before contact was even made Trish had totally lost it, five fingers wickedly clawing at each foot. Her bare sole wiggling front side to side and back to front as best it could with no escape, the same for her nylon covered foot which was suffering a terrible raking on the soft arch. Shoulder length red hair was practically glued to the holwing girls sweaty face which was stained with tears and producing more every second.

Trish's jaw was almost locked open, unable to close from the inhuman amount of squeals, squeaks and total tortured laughter that rushed from within. Although quite exhausted her body seemed to have more than enough energy to spare for laughter and struggling, she hated being tickled in the first place and as that man's fingers went to work minute after minute Trish hated it more and more. Alas, she could do nothing.

"...I can't...I can't..." Trish squeaked hoarse words when her mind finally began piecing itself back together, she had no idea how long the foot tickling had lasted nor how long ago it had stopped.

"Can't what? Can't wait to be tickled again?" Sam asked sliding from the side of the table and standing next to Trish's left foot. "So what was it? More ticklish on bare or nylon?"

"...I...I don't...I can't..." Her head hung, breathless Trish couldn't even string together half a sentence let alone a whole one.

Ignoring her words and not bothering to wait for the girls fractured brain to reassemble itself, Sam knelt down on the lino floor and gripped the top and sides of Trish's bare foot in both hands. Bending her toes back and spreading them as far as possible without causing pain the stretched vunerable foot was perfectly level with his head. More importantly, it was perfectly level with Sam's long wet tounge.

Trish's eyes shot open wider than ever before, her mouth opened wider still in a macarb myrth but no sound came from within. Laughter was far too tame a reaction, as was screaming, poor Trish was forced into the truly tortured realm of silent laughter. Barley back together the pieces of the nude girls brain that had gotten back together were smashed once again, and her ribs heaved. Back arching as best it could given the restraining bondage Sam's lower teeth scrapped up Trish's sole, the feeling driving her quite literally mad.

That was it, Trish had been beaten down and now she was going in the only direction possible if the tickling didn't cease. Insanity was inevitable a few more minutes and the naked girl would be eligible for a room at Bel View. Why couldn't she just faint? Why didn't he stop? Trish knew it was happening, deep in her mind she knew her thoughts were slipping but there was simply no holding on. The big breasted girls thoughts were running away like water down a drain pipe.

Not sensing his victims slip into crazy land Sam jumped back on the table and stripped began rapidly tickling both helpless feet. There was no real way of telling Trish was actually going insane, but had Sam known would he have cared? It wasn't surprising, the once promising young woman, smart, pretty, stripped of all the dignity and pride she had worked so hard to build. In a mere matter of hours Sam had tickled away everything that made the hysterical bound girl who she was. Yet, he just kept tickling.

To Be Continued...

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Kendell's Touch. Part Six: Killing me softly. (M/f)


The officers had found her hours later, giggling in her sleep. Completley nude bar one stocking and another that had been ripped from the ankle down. On the floor in her apartment kitchen, a pool of sweat and tears. The hospital had called the apartment in search of Trish to give her the news about Kendell but the phone was found off the hook, the police had investigated when no one answered for hours and the now completley insane red head could be found nowhere else.

There was duct tape on the corners of the table and an extention cord tied to the back of a chair. The detectives concluded someone had bound poor Trish and done something to her. They had done it enough to drive her mad, for it only took one brief session with a phychiatrist once she woke up to determine a complete lack of sense. Now the red head Trish rolled around on the floor of a padded cell in a straight jacket, laughing maniacally as bodiless hands that only she could see tickled every inch of her sensitive body.

Kendell of course was unaware any of this had taken place, for she had been unconsious the past two days. Recently the barbie bodied blonde had discovered she suffered from a rare nerve condition, only three other people were on record as ever having it. There was little information, and much of what the good Doctor Hughes had told her was mostly guess work. Kendell's own search for information was less than encouraging, discovering a report of one girl in India who was found dead with bruising on her ribs and sides, seemingly, horribly, tickled to death.

The condition was so extreme any abnormal stimulation to Kendell's nerves would cause an attack. The attacks would make the big breasted blondes nerves so incredibly sensitive everything from drips of water to the very air in her apartment would cause the poor girl to break out in hysterical ticklish fits. The first attack had come when a man she was dating, Sam Lucas, had tickled her on the couch. While the attack took some time to kick into gear it wasn't until Kendell was actually in the shower and the water began tickling her naked body that she succumbed to the terrible tickling.

Having been sedated by paramedics Kendell had been rushed to hospital where, upon waking, she felt perfectly fine, if a little tired. The Doctor had explained that to prevent futher attacks the tickle hating blonde was to avoid any extra nerve stimulation, like the tickling she had recieved from Sam. Unfortunaley while on leave from work, in order to relax, Kendell absent mindedly used a couple of her room mate Trish's bath salts, resulting in another attack. Kendell was barley able to call 911 before once again becoming a laughing crying mess on the floor.

While on her second stay at hospital Kendell was totally unaware of the events going on in her own home. Trish, having just visited poor comatose Kendell came home and began to nap on the couch. Upon waking the big breasted red head was to disover the large dark skinned figure of Sam Lucas who proceeded to question Trish on Kendell's whereabouts. Unwilling to answer Trish was stripped of her clothing and tickle tortured before being bound and tickle even futher. Even after reluctently revealing which hospital Kendell was at the evil sadist continued to tickle Trish without mercy driving her insane.

Kendell was under heavy sedative now. She had woken breifly from her short coma but when a hospital intern placed a cold glass thermometer under the blonde's arm it sent her into yet another super sensitive attack. Although Kendell dreamt fitful dreams and giggled unwantingly in her forced slumber it was fortunate she could not see the goings on directly around her.

Sam Lucas had planned it well, in a white coat he had swiftly made his way to the hospital roof. Once there he revealed a climbing harness and rope from under the coat. Tying the rope to a small metalic fixture the tickle mad lunatic absailed down the side of the tall building until arriving at Kendell's room. From the sneaky man's pocket the lone burglar pulled a small blade which he used to slice through the glass. The bulk of the window fell toward him but with surprising speed he was able to catch it and climb inside.

The nurse had found the empty room and the cut glass. Survillence tapes revealed Sam with the nightie clad Kendell over his shoulder, scaling down the wall under the cloak of darkness. The black and white security tape showed him placing the sleeping blonde in the back of an unmarked van before driving off, leaving everything else behind. The police knew him instantly from the tape which was later confirmed by the finger prints, matching those on the duct tape and extention cord found in Kendell and Trish's apartment.

Sam Lucas had been a wanted man for some time. A former math teacher and principal it was later discovered he used to tickle female students on a regular basis. After a scandal involving tickling a couple of nude bound females on a live internet feed Sam had become a fugitive after S.W.A.T failed to detain him. On top of those devious acts Sam, better know as Mr Lucas, was found to be the only male allowed to frequent an all girl brothel that specialised in erotic tickling. Sam was smart, cunning and a total predator, the FBI were soon called and a man hunt was on.

Not as far away as one would have thought Sam clicked on a switch which caused several bright flurescent lights to blink on. The large room had been greatly altered by Mr Lucas over many months, the floor stark white to match the walls and high celling. The devices built custom made by himself and the tools hand picked, as was his current and most prized victim. Closing the white door with a loud click behind him, Sam carried the sedated Kendell through the large room and laid her carefully onto a large cold metallic table.

Rolling the nightie wearing girl over onto her front Sam lifted the thin robe a few inches to reveal Kendell's peach like butt. Walking to a set of drawers on the far side of the room he retrieved a small needle with a mystery fluid inside. Carefully Mr Lucas inserted the needle into the right plump cheek before returning the empty needle, closing the drawer, walking back and tearing the hospital issue gown from the sleeping girl who now lay totally nude on the large cold table.

"...wha..." Kendell was almost speechless when she eventually awoke and before she could blink her eyes clear and focus already knew that she was nude and bound.

With no one in sight the trapped blonde let the fear sink deep in her stomch before taking time to asses her bizzare surroundings. The things with straps and ropes and chains, tables, chairs and other strange things, something that looked like a excercise machine clearly not meant for exercise. The room was large, but was it real? Quite real. Kendell herself was restrained tightly and stretched on one of the many curiousities.

On the floor, which Kendell could not see, was a large flat rectangle with bolts all along the edges. Dead in the middle and sticking straight up was a thick pole, about half a foot high that supported a large 3D half moon. It was white, and shaped like a big thick circle only one half was missing. On the curved half, up the top were two leather lined metal clamps about an inch wide. On the bottom were two more. Kendell's wrists were secure in the upper clamps and with her bare back pressed into the curve of the device the blonde's sexy body stretched around until meeting her ankles which were clamped just a tight.

Lifting her head up the confused and frightened girl could barley move. Kendell could move her hands a little and wiggle her cute feet. From the neck up was okay and breathing wasn't a problem but another than that she was pulled so tight it almost hurt, but no quite. Shifting her gaze all over Kendell searched desperatley for something familiar, but there was nothing she had ever seen before in this weird, but rather pleasent smelling, place. Then came a frighteningly familar voice.

"I didn't know exactley what type of sedative they'd used" Sam Lucas sad calmly wandering casually in jeans, sneakers and a white t-shirt into Kendell's view. "so I didn't use anything I had to speed up the process. I have given you a nerve relaxant though, so don't worry about any of your 'attacks' for a while."

"...Wha...what...Sam?" Kendell was beside herself with shock, wide eyed she watched him walk far too calmly until his large musculer frame stood a couple of feet from her nude trapped body. "...whats happening?"

"I kidnapped you from the hospital and bought you here." Sam stated coldly. "The nerve relaxant I gave you would make a normal person able to hold a flame near their skin for quite some time with little pain, depending on the dosage...on someone as sensitive as you...well I'm guessing here, but it will probably leave your nerves about as sensitive as your friend Trish."

"Trish...why...what are you doing?" Kendell's head was clearing quickly, some how it wasn't quite as terrible that it was someone she knew doing this, although still horribly frightening. "Is Trish okay?"

"Shes fine." Sam lied as he walked back behind Kendell and out of her sight. "I just had to tickle her until she told me where they were keeping you."

The work 'tickle' hit Kendell like a bus. It hadn't occured to her that it was Sam's plan to tickle her in this strange yet completley exposed and vunerable position. She tried to dismiss the idea, Sam clearly knew about her condition, could anyone really be so cruel? Then again, he said he'd tickled Trish for information. It took only seconds for Kendell to realise she really didn't know this man at all.

"What...what are you going to do?" Kendell asked dreading the answer as she listened to the impending foot steps of doom that grew closer.

"I'm going to use these..." Sam walked back into view and revealed to large fluffy feathers from behind his back, each slightly bigger than a feather duster. "...to tickle you senseless."

"...no..." Kendell paused with wide eyed fear as Sam twirled the large quills in hands, knowing she would surley suffer another attack if the feathers touched her.

"Yes. But you won't have another attack, you weren't listenting before were you? Its why I have you the relaxant, so you won't flip out and go mad straight away...you'll just be about as sensitive as an incredibly ticklish person...just not as incredibly ticklish as yourself during an attack...you see?" Sam's explanation did little to remedy the situation, so she would be trapped and tickled and *only* as ticklish as someone who is terribly sensitive? Great.

"No...please...Sam..." Kendell's eyes teared up as she pleaded with disbelief from the situation, the twirling stiff feathers growing closer before suddenly stroking the bottoms of the blonde's large milky breasts. "EEEheeehee PLEASE! Ahahaha! Nooohohoooaha!"

Shaking as best she could there was no chance in hell of escape, ironically this was just that, pure hell. Kendell's high pitch giggling filled the room, the feathers circling her large jiggling boobs and fluttering over them tickling away like crazy. It went on for mintues, simple feathering of the sexy blonde's boobs causing so much torment. Worse still was the nagging thought that, if Sam had gone to all this trouble, what more had he planned?

"Now, we wait." Sam said at last pulling the feathers away and wandering back out of sight as he spoke. "Few minutes, if you don't have an attack we'll know the relaxant worked...if you do have an attack the air in the room will be more than enough to send you packing with that crazy laughter of yours."

Blinking through tear blurred eyes Kendell could still feel the last light strokes on her sensitive boobs. Sam wasn't kidding about the air either, the paramedics had said when Kendell had her last attack, the barley moving air in her apartment was enough to tickle her hyper sensitive nerves. If an attack did happen Kendell's whole body would begin to tingle and within seconds she would be a laughing mess once again. Minutes passed, the feathery touches on her boobs faded. No attack.

"Nothing? Lucky girl." Sam said returning once again and gazing over Kendell's gorgeus nude body. "Trish put up a good fight you know, don't be mad at her for telling me where you are."

"...I'm not." Kendell replied angrily at the very suggestion before quickly realising her lack of authority and begged for mercy like so many others before her. "...Don't do this."

"You know Kendell" Sam began as he reached into his pocket and slowly revealed a white eletric tooth brush as he spoke. "I've tickled a lot of women...only one was ever as ticklish as you...every single one has begged for mercy...and it never came...so while its useless, if you do get the need to scream and plead...feel free."

"What...whats wrong with you?" Kendell sobbed tears down her reddend cheeks as the bristles began spinning on the tooth brush accompanied by a soft hum from the vibrations.

"Kootchy koo." Sam replied with an icey tone before plunging the electric brush square into Kendell's cute belly button causing instant howls of unstoppable laughter.

An electric tooth brush, preceeded by tit tickling feathers, Kendell could not imagine what was to come next. Unlike the feathers which kept her giggling from hovering around her breasts the tooth brush vibrated its way all over the wide mouth blonde's upper body. Around her tummy, under her arms, inbetween her heaving ribs and probably worst of all over her terribly sensitive nipples.

Soon exhausted Kendell found herself dropped from the half moon and with weak struggling as she gasped for air was moved on to a new contraption. Sam was simply too strong and Kendell to weak for any effective fighting back, she really did try her damndest to escape his clutches but with relative ease it didn't take Mr Lucas long to bind the pleading blonde.

Three thin lengths of wire hung from the high celling, ending five feet from the floor with leather cuffs. One cuff was locked around Kendell's wrists, the other two around her an ankle each. Hanging nude the poor girl dipped in the center. Sam walked slowly around her like a tiger preparing to pounce. Pounce he did, standing proud between her kicking thys Sam ran his large hands over the cackling girl's ticklish tummy. Kendell hadn't accepted her fate, but as the torture continued and her ribs were lobster clawed hard ordering Sam to stop soon turned to all out begging.

"HAHAH NOMOREEAHAH! Notthere! NAAHAH!" Whenever Kendell screamed 'not there' the sadistic tickler would focus on that spot for several long minutes, the bottoms of her breasts got atleast ten minutes collectivley. "AHAHAhahaha ahahno nomore...ahaee I can't take it! aha hhh..."

Gasping for air Kendell had no way of telling how long it went on but eventually Sam did cease. Almost every inch of the nude blonde from the neck down and waist up was a light shade of pink from the non stop tickles. Unfortunatley it was less than a minute before he returned, Kendell couldn't clear her teary eyes enough to see what the mad man was holding.

"Looks like someone needs to cool down." Sam teased as he ran a freezing ice cube down Kendell's spine, reaching underneath her causing the bound girl to squeal before he slid it between her butt cheeks.

"EEE EEE! Get it OOoUT! EEE!" Kendell thrashed at the wires but Sam held it firm causing no end to her helpless bucking and clenching. "Ohgod! Cold! Cold! AAAH AAAh not there!"

It was almost totally melted by the time Sam stopped sliding between Kendell's cheeks and walked back between her kicking legs. Holding a long white feather with an end in each hand the frills suddenly slid into the blonde's smooth womanhood and began seesawing up and down across her clit. The nightmarish feathers long frongs tickling up and down between her long smooth legs.

"Admit it...it feels good." Sam taunted cruely as he watched Kendell's breasts jiggle, her nipples hardening and her mound growing moist from the stimulation despite its tortuorous side effects.

"AAAHAHAH NOOHAHAH GET ITOUT! AHAHA!" Kendell flicked her long blonde hair all over the place as her thrashed and the mound tickling made every inch of sweaty nude body spasm with terrible delight. "IAHAH IDON'TWANTAAAHAH! I DON'T AHAH!"

"You don't what?" Sam slowing the feather sawing to a slow crawl, enough to keep her giggling and aroused but hopefully not so much she couldn't answer.

"Pleeheese don't heehee stop heee don't make me caaha c-cum" Kendell giggled her words and tried to frown and appear serious but kept breaking into wide totured smiles. "I don't wahah I don't want to caham caeee I don't want to cum while being tickled!"

Finally she managed to finish her sentence before bursting back into full blown laughter when Sam sped the feather back up. Kendell had no idea it was possible but contrary to previous belief the hystertical woman could feel the warm glow building within. What would happen? Fear mixed with arousal and the terrible tickling she had no way of knowing what her body would do, it was hell causing heaven.

"You know whats even worse?" Sam said speeding up the feather even more as he sawed it back and forth between Kendell's kicking legs. "After orgasm, you become even more sensitive..."

Moaning loudly among her full blown laughter Kendell didn't notice any of what Sam said. The poor girls back arched in her suspended state when the orgasmic tidle wave ripped across every inch of her sensitive body, would that be enough to cancel out the relaxant? The next few minutes would tell as Sam walked away leaving the sobbing moaning beauty to shudder with pleasure and twitch with tormented ticklishness.

"Have...let me gooo..." Kendell cried several minutes later, the nerve relaxant still doing its job, as she lay face down on a thick polished wooden table top with her forearms forcibly tugged above her and both clamped in a rubber lined half metal tube that had a hinge on one side and a small pad lock on the the other, the half tube bought down across both her arms.

"Now." Said Sam as he grabbed Kendell's left ankle and pulled it up, over her back untill she was bent painfully, the delicate sole of her foot right next to the top of the blonde's head. "A test in flexibility."

A wire cord, much the same as the one Kendell had previously hung from, was attached to the head of the table. On the end of the cord was one half of a hand cuff that clicked around the poor nude girls ankle. The same was done with her long smooth right leg, another cord and another hand cuff half. The nude girls large boobs ballooned out to the side from her ribs cage her sexy trapped body arched in a terribly vunerable loop. With Kendell's head inbetween her arms the sobbing pleading woman could actually see the wrinkly bottoms of her feet in this state.

"Just...just why?...Why are doing this?" Kendell sniffed back even more tears, the wires pulled so tight from the end of the table to her ankles there was almost no movement to be had.

"Do you know what real torture is?" Sam asked reaching his large hand inbetween Kendell's stretched arms and lifting the blonde's head by her chin. "Real torture is not when the victim thinks they've had enough...but when the master thinks his slave has had enough...and keeps going anyway."

"Whahuhh..." Kendell's full lips barley moved as her half word turned to a sob, Sam didn't really answer her question at all.

"You Kendell? You haven't had enough." Sam let go of her chin swiftly before using his right hand to push the toes of Kendell's trapped left foot back.

Her sole stretched away the cute crinkles up to her left, Kendell saw her sole smooth out as her toes were pushed backward. It was difficult to see and the teary eyed girl had to rely mostly on peripheral vision to witness the goings on. By itself the backward bending of her cute little toes wasn't a problem, it was Sam's other hand Kendell was worried about. With good cause too, looking ahead in plain sight was a large dark skinned hand and five wiggling fingers heading straight for her.

"No! Please!!" Kendell screamed invain before she watched Sam's fingers rake cruely from her heel to the balls of her foot causing a most high pitch screech of displeasure. "NYEEEE! AHAHAAHA!"

Spider tickling digits remained focused on the sensitve smooth area just below the balls of her left sole. Every single tiny micro meter of skin was incredibly ticklish on the blonde's helpless feet, and then even that was divded into futher levels of ticklishness. For Kendell her heels were the least ticklish, although still torturous, her instep was next on the list topped rapidly by her soft arches. The balls of her feet were next highest on the ticklishness scale followed by right under her cute toes. Top of the list, the utterly most ticklish place on her body, was where the arch met the balls, right where Sam had his focus.

Kendell's precious toes were soon released and the tickling switched to all over dancing of Sam's fingers on the sole. With a hand free the cruel tormentor was able to poke and prod at the ballooning side of the blonde's large milky white breast. The boob was immoveable as it sat squished between the bound girl and the smooth table. This new sensation added the occasional girlish giggle to Kendell's full on belly laughs.

As time went on Sam got Kendell in all manner of places while she was trapped bent backward on the table. He once spent fifteen straight minutes spider tickling both the poor girls soles at once, a technique that sent her into silent tortured laughter. For a good while he lobster clawed her sides, the bastard even kneeled on the table behind her so her could attack her ribs and lick Kendell's soaking womanhood all at once.

"You know..." Sam said to the delirious girl as he finally released his grip from Kendell's peach like butt cheeks and stepped down off the table. "...I figure you've got about another hour before the relaxant wears off. Truth be told I'm surprised your still awake."

"..." Kendell tried to speak but only a hoarse whisper could be summoned, her voice was lost quite some ago, along with most of her mind.

"Once it begins to wear off you'll just get more and more sensitive until...well you know what." Sam was talking to practically talking to himself, the words barley registering with his bound victim as he rummaged beneath the table. "I have to give you credit though, the majority or girls pass out well before this point."

Pass out? Wouldn't that have been a luxury. Sam rose up from beneath the table, Kendell blinked through teary eyes, her face fading from purple to bright red, breathing heavily she focused on the two items he put on the table before her. Luxury? May aswell have been a foreign word.

Kendell hadn't noticed the two items that Sam so gleefully put on the table beneath her light pink soles earlier on when he had carried her there. Why would he even use something like that? At first Kendell thought Sam was doing this out of some sexual pleasure but these devices suggested it didn't matter if he was the one doing the nasty deed or not, as long as she was tortured.

The items had to be plugged in, destroying any hope of battery failure. Each of the two objects had a small rectangular box with the plug cord protruding from its short end. Poking from the center of each device were two thin silver rods, at the top of those rods held inbetween them was a wheel. The wheels had feathers sticking out all around. With the wheels not spinning the idol feathers bent slightly on the soft skin of the exhausted woman's feet.

"I'm just going on a break." Sam said walking calmly back toward the table as if this were a regular 9-5 job.

Suddenly, before Kendell could even brace herself, two tiny switches were flicked on and the wheels span instantly fast. They didn't even take time to warm up. The trapped blonde grinned hopelessly and squeaked with tortured hopelessness. A quick tummy tickle, ever so breif, was the last thing Kendell felt before the spinning feather wheels took full control and she was left alone with them for the next forty five minutes.

"Keeendell? Keeendell?" Sam's voice broke through the darkness as Kendell awoke from her fitful slumber and was quick to notice she was trapped in yet another of his evil bondage devices. "You passed out..."

"Whu...?" Kendell had trouble moving her head, for that matter she had trouble moving anything.

This was the cruelest so far, for starters she couldn't even see. The metal ring around her head was lined with a soft foam so even though the small twistable tightening bolt on the side had been turned the foam prevented any pain. The ring was thin, enough to cover Kendell's eyes and pin the tops of her ears to her head, the back of the ring securley welded to a wall. The poor girl couldn't even wiggle her ears and it only got worse from there.

Stretched directly horizontal Kendell's arms were pinned tight to the wall by cold metal bands around her wrists. With the backs of her hands against the wall even all her fingers had individual binds, smaller versions of the bands that held her wrists. Kendell's arms were stretched so far it was impossible to even move her elbows or flex her biceps a tiny bit. Sadly the situation was much the same for her legs which were streched wide against the wall, metal bands holding her ankles and thin pieces of white string looped around each toe and tied back to the ankle band. The only thing even remotley moveable for the nude girl was her mouth.

"Skin tingling yet?" Sam asked cruely knowing the relaxant obviously hadn't quite worn of just yet, if it hadn't his victim would be screaming bloody murder.

"...y-yes..." The blonde sobbed tears into the foam that covered her normally bright blue eyes. "...pleeaaase..."

"You want more nerve relaxant? I have more..." Sam said with clear intent in his voice, recieving the only cure to her nerve condition wasn't going to be as easy as just saying 'yes'.

"What would you do to stop another attack?" He asked like a demon of hell.

"...anything..." Kendell replied with no soul left, completley defeated.

"Beg me to tickle you." Sam put his cards on the table, the request was not shocking due to its nature, that was predictable, the request was shocking due to it out right cruelness.

"...please..." Kendell hesitated for a long time, he had to release her eventually but would she be sane when he did it? "...tickle me..."

Kendell belonged to him now, she had submitted completley. It didn't last long. Before either of them could blink the door burst open nearly flying off the hinges and Kendell burst out laughing, shaking, screaming. The boost of adreniline Kendell got when the S.W.A.T team had kicked the door in was all it took for the relaxent to wear off. The heavily armed men saw Kendell bound and helpless, laughing hysterically as the very air around her tickled her sensitive skin and Sam Lucas standing before her.

Sam fell in a hail of rubber bullets and bean bags. The large muscular man was still twitching after six rubber bullets and four bean bags so the S.W.A.T team gave him another full clip of rubber bullets. The team of men stood for a few akward seconds, each wondering what to do with the hysterical bound woman before them...and then she was gone.

While they failed to save Kendell most who knew of her situation were glad she had at last found peace. Trish never found out about Kendell's passing as she never recovered from her madness, the rest of the red head's days mostly spenting howling with tortured laughter from the various non-existent things around her that tickled and tickled.

Sam Lucas had been hunted by authorities for over two years after an incident with a live web feed where he and several other tickle tortured two kidnapped woman. S.W.A.T had busted in on that incident also, Sam had escaped and had been a fugitive ever since. For his long list of crimes Sam Lucas was thrown into prison for a very long time indeed.


The End.

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Alternate carriers M/f (part one)


"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Honey Combes moaned at the top of her lungs as she rode on top of her muscular Braziallian co-star while the aryan god ravaged her from behind. "Oh GOhhD! YESSS!"

Of course Jennifer, Jen or more commenly known among the porn industry as 'Honey Combes', had had far better than this but it was acting and a jobs a job. Two years ago at nineteen, Jennifer had moved to the city. Being a girl who was usually up for pretty much anything the vuluptuos blonde took the offer of a cool two thousand dollars to do the dirty with a man on camera.

Over the next twenty four months Jennifer shot to porn stardom, getting herself a manager and huge fan base along with it. Thousands of men (and women) paid good money for anything with Jennifer in it, amounting to millions for the top quality pornography people who knew they were going to sell if it said 'Starring Honey Combes' on the cover. The current shoot was in one of the smaller studios Kevin Coporal, Jennifers manager, owned. The story line was fairly generic but the final result was Jennifer in some rather hard core positions on this double bed.

To look on it appeared they were in anyones bedroom but the cameras, spot lights, booms and half dozen people standing around watching, prooved this was a production. In fact it was the second to last scene. The final scene consisted of the two men, also top talent in the industry, binding Jennifer with white nylon rope and bringing her to the climatic finish.

"Uhh...ohh what are you dOoohing?" Jenn said keeping to script with some improvised moans as one man pushed her hands directly above her and other opened the bed side cabinet revealing the previously planted rope. "A little kinky?"

"Trust us...you'll be more than happy we did this." The Braziallian man kneeled over her, his long shaft still deep within her sesitive mound, the pleasure of which she found hard to ignore as he wrapped a length of the rope slowly around her wrists and one of the central bed posts.

The script was rather appauling but not by porn standards, the story line of having two pizza delivery men turn up to the same house by accident from the same company was also rather stupid but who was actually going to pay attention to that. The two men were professionals but nowhere near the level of Honey, who they were just honoured to work with.

Jennifer was the sort of woman who would turn Will Truman straight. A sweet curvey yet not too large butt and enourmous, and surprisingly natural, breasts that stood out of anything she wore. Jenn's jade green eyes also added to her intense lustfulness along with her, hence the name, honey blonde hair which ran almost to the small of her back.

"OOOH oh GAOOOHHD!" Jenn screamed as the aryan rode her hard while the brazillian licked her nipples and massaged her milky white melons, her wrists still secure above her. "AHH AHH UHH HHH HH OOOHH OHHHHH!!"

"Alright people thats it!" Thomas Envilly the bearded director called as he signalled everyone to switch the cameras off.

"So..." The brazillian put his face close to Jennifer's and whispered as the aryan grabbed a towel and casually walked away. "Fancy a reinactment back at my place later on?"

"Only if you can do better than you did here." Jenn whipered back with a smirk, her and the braziallian still puffing and shining with sweat. "...Do you want to get out of me?"

"Only if I can get back in." The braziallian smirked back the same cheeky smile and slid his python from her as he too left the messed up bed.

The room began to clear quickly, these people didn't mess around. Cameras and lights were swiftly and professionally carried from the room, everyone had something to do, except Jenn who just lay and relaxed. Catching her breath Jenn ignored her binds for the time being as she winked and teased the camera men with her full frontal nudity, all knowing full well they'd never work in a place without wheelchair access if they touched her.

"Are you coming or are you just going to lay around all day?" Thomas asked standing at the foot of the bed as the last person wandered from the room with a handful of coffe mugs.

"Just resting." Jenn smiled snuggling her head back into the pillow. "But I'm good to go."

"You like working with those gu-" Thomas was suddenly and surprsingly interuppted only a mili second after he casually and playfully ran his finger up not even a quater of Jenn's bare sole.

"EEEE!" Jenn shrieked and curled her legs up to her chest in an instictive reaction to the barley light stroke.

"Jesus!" Thomas took a step back in surprise. "Are you o.k?"

"Untie me." Jenn said keeping her knees up by her breasts and tugging on her binds slightly.

"What the heck was that?" Thomas said still in shock as to the insane reaction he recieved from such a light playful stroke. "I thought you'd be used to that kind of thing."

"Untie me." Jenn said with slightly more haste as she tugged at the ropes noticibly harder.

"O.k o.k geez whats the matter with you?" Thomas said slowly wandering fowards not knowing what might happen next. "I barley touched you."

"Untie me!" Jenn's voice was getting urgent as she raised her voice somewhat and was tugging at the ropes rather hastily now. "Untie me Tom! Untie me right now!"

"Jeezus okay, calm down I only went like this." Tom demonstrated the lightness of his stroke on Jenn's bare side.

"EEEEE! DON'T!" Jenn screamed as she thrashed away from his index finger which again barley touched the skin.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Tom asked standing back looking at the twenty one year old who seemed to have a genuine look of fear in her eyes. "People touch you all the damn time why are you getting to freakin' ryled?"

"Just don't! Just don't okay! Untie me." Jenn said looking at him with dead seriousness.

"You need to calm down...did you get high before the filming or what?" Thomas questioned utterly confused by Jennifer's bizzare behaviour.

"Look its just...its nothing..." Jen said letting her legs out a little trying to act casual yet still noticibally tugging on her binds. "...just get me out of here, please, o.k?."

"Are you always like this after sex?" Thomas questioned as he sat down on the edge of the bed with his back to her. "...what is it? Increased sensitivity?...or are you just really ticklish?"

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" Jen suddenly went wild as her legs kicked, her gloriosly nude body thrashed and had the railings on the bed head not been made of iron they surley would have snapped as she tugged at her bonds. "Help! Help! Get away! Sommpph!"

"Quiet! Calm down will you?" Thomas said as he turned around holding the back of Jen's head with his right hand while covering her screaming mouth with his left. "You need to calm the hell down. I only asked you a god damn question."

Jen continued to wriggle for several seconds before she finally became subdued and realised how silly she was being. Slowly and fully prepared to re-clap his hands back into posistion Thomas released Jen's head looking at her curiously.

"Sorry...I'm sorry...I over reacted...I know you wouldn't do that...just please untie me now okay?" Jen looked at Tom, her eyes nearly filing with the begginings of tears, her face red from yelling.

"You know if your really as ticklish as you appear to be people will pay good money to see you get tickled." Jen could pratically see the dollar signs in Tom's eyes even though it was clear from the get go she wanted nothing to do with being tickled in any way shape or form. "We could make big dollars."

"We already make big dollars and if you don't untie me right now I swear one of us won't be making any by this time next week..." Jen said with an angry look clearly dead serious with her threat. "...and it won't be me."

"You really hate being tickled that much?" Thomas asked making Jen wonder how he could ask such a stupid question. "Why don't we just give it a shot? If you don't like it we'll stop."

"I can already tell you I don't like it." Jen said sternly with a sense of order rarely heard in her voice unless a scripted dictated so. "Now I won't ask again. Untie me now."

"Aww c'mon your just tired." Thomas began as he hoisted his legs up onto the bed kneeling next to Jennifer. "All girls like to be tickled!"

"THOMAEEEhahah! HAhaha!" As Tom's hands gripped her soft and top secretly sensitive ribs Jenn bucked like a wild thing as her legs kicked wildly with uncoorodinated insanity. "StopStopStHAHAHAHA nononono!"

Trying his best to get a better posistion over the hysterical young girl Tom streched out a leg in an effort to straddle Jen's waist. As Tom lowered himself onto the howling nude woman an unintentional knee blow to the family jewels sent Tom rolling off the bed with his hands nursing his wounded pride.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Jenn screamed with tears running down her cheeks as she continued to relentlessly tug and tug at the soft white ropes that bound her hands. "I told you I hated it! Help! Someone heeeelllp!"

"Arr...I...ohh...I told you to be quiet." Tom said as he stood up slowly from the floor with very delicate movements indeed. "I was only playing for christs sake you need to settle. Listen I'm offering you serious money here. We do good already but branching off into the fetishs? We'd make--"

"Screw what we'd make!" Jen interupted having gone far past the point of irrate. "I don't care! I hate being tickled and I'm not getting tickled by anyone, money or no fucking money! Let me go!"

"This is what you don't get, your young, you don't understand the industry." Tom tried to spin the inexperience angle even though it was clear she would never go through with it. "These tickling videos, the top ones, are the ones where the girl being tickled hates it! They don't like being tickled either, but they do it. Its a small sacrifice and your not actually getting hurt are you? The more you beg and scream the more they like it, and the more they like it the more we sell."

"...Fuck you Tom, let me go." Jen said angrily after a small pause to emphasise her look of anger although all that came across was a frightened little tickle toy.

"You do realise your tied to a bed stark naked and you've just told me your biggest weakness. Your hardly very threatning." Tom summed up the situation as if Jen needed reminding while he cruely wiggled his fingers towards her. "You hurt me Honey, so I'm going to tickle you now, I'm going to keep tickling you and in the end you'll thank me."

"No! No don't! No please God I'm begging you! I'm sorry!" Jen screamed now showing her true colours of a truly scared young woman about to be tortured.

Turning her back to Tom, Jen rolled to her side and with a surprised shriek of super ticklishness Tom had gripped her ribs once again. Curling up in a nude little ball and laughing hysterically as Tom's hands poked and vibrated her soft ribs was all Jen could do. This was torturous hell in its purest of forms and the poor squealing girl could do nothing to stop it.

"Where are you most ticklish Honey?" Tom asked in a brief moment of relent as he rolled Jen over onto her back and straddled the giggling goddess' erotically wide hips. "Look at you. Theres not a man alive who wouldn't love to be where I am right now."

"Tom...Tom please." Jen said between sobs as she cried knowing it wasn't over yet. "I'm sorry o.k? O.k? Just don't...you don't know what its likehhee no! No! EEEHa! Stop HAHA!"

After a couple of small strokes along the sides of Jen's water melon like jelly wobbling creamy white breasts Tom dug viciously into her smooth taut underarms. Wailing with tortured laughter Jen bucked like crazy beneath Tom who was only futher fueld to tickle longer and harder.

Had her mind not been fragmented by the unpredictability of Tom's ticklish touch Jen would have kneeded her captive square in the back. Without reasonable thought Jen could only kick in every direction as she tried and tried invain to roll away from the merciless wiggling fingers. Although the underarm pokes and rapid prods were driving the nude girl literally crazy when Tom dug his fingers into the sides of her enourmos breats Jen nearly bucked him clean off the bed.

"Ride 'em cowboy!" Tom holored enthusiastically as he bounced on top of the energetic young star while pressing all ten fingers quickly in and out of Jen's hyper sensitive boobs. "Is that it Honey? Is that the T-spot?!"

"ohno ohno EEEEE!" Jen's high pitched squeal filled the nearly empty room as her large breasts jiggled in corrospondence with their tickling attackers. "AHAH NOAHA STAO NO THAHA ICKHAHA MEEEEE!"

This wasn't the first time Jen had been tickled beyond control but it was the first time she'd been tickled scared. Never in her life had Jen been tied down while ruthlessly tickled. The horrifying thought had never occured to her and it if had the young porn starlet would have surley cringed with fright. When Tom moved down to Jen's frantic hourglass tummy she realised he had no intention of stopping as sweat began to form and she struggled for air amongst the unstoppable laughter.

Drenched in sweat it had been a little over five god awful minutes for poor helpless Jen. Bad enough was the terrible tickling but the once energised starlet had already had one major work out today. Not climbing from his posistion Tom sat and watched with glee as Jen puffed desparatley for air and sobbed tears of ticklishness while he streched his hands obviously to prepare for round two.

"Well your just ticklish everywhere aren't you?" Tom taunted as he pent his fingers together in a Mr Burns like manor. "I'm telling you, without a word of a lie, the ticklephiles would dig this. All we need is a camera crew and I can have them here in any minute."

"Oh god...please please Thomas no moree..." Jen weeped, rolling slowly from side to side trying to hide her vunerability.

"...Or I could just call your co-stars back here to help me tickle you." Tom said to bat home the true feeling of helpless torture as he suddenly rib tickled Jen onto her front so he now stradled her quivering thys with her awsomley curvey butt right before him. "How long do you want to be tickled mercilessly? An hour? Two?"

"NO! NO AAAHAHAHAHA!" Tom's taunts were almost as tormenting as the tickling itself thought Jen until he clenched her soft sensitive butt cheeks and recalled what it was like to be tickled one hundred percent. "HAHAH EEE OHNO! HAHAHNO! HAHA THOMAAAA!"

With one hand now diggling around her ribs and breasts that balooned out to the side of her upturned body and the other dancing feather light strokes around her bottom, Jen tried her best to bury her face into the pillow and hide from the intense tickling sensations. It was Jennifers worst fear in the world to be tickled and now to face it with full frontal nudity in a posistion she never expected to be in was far more than shocking.

Jen was helpless when tickled anyway but tied down, that was excessive. In Jen's mind something like this was just too cruel for words. Taking her biggest weakness and exploiting it for personal pleasure. Tom had turned from associate to raging tickle monster in a matter of minutes and Jen could only blame her extremley sensitive body.

Tom was fascinated by Jen's perfect howling body. Digging his thumbs into the soft area right below her rib cage it didn't matter which way the cackling blonde moved there was simply no escape. It was crazy how fast and how much this young woman thrashed, Tom had never seen anyone so agonisingly ticklish.

"Just think, all those men...and women...pining just to get a touch of you and I have you all to myself." Jen couldn't hear anything Tom was saying, beneath her screaming laughter she didn't even know he was speaking. "Tickle tickle little Honey, aww Honey is so tickwish!"

To put emphasis on the exclamation mark Tom quickly grabbed Jen's upper ribs and harshly lobster clawed like lightning. Squealing at the top of her lungs Jen was incappable of any coherent speech while the extreme tickling sesations attacked and tortured her from both sides. Jen had no sense of time, or much sense of anything for that matter the hysterical blonde's mind was so fragmented from the raw tickling.

Would it ever end? Jen managed to form that one thought and only that one over and over again. Tom's wiggling hands took their sweet time wandering with vicious tickles all the way down to Jen's sides. Trying to arch upwards prooved fruitless as the sweating blondes butt was pushed straight back down by Tom's weight. Arching futher into the blankets and matress prooved even more pointless as those horrible tickling hands followed her everywhere. There was no freedom.

"Oh your making me tired Honey." Tom said as he ceased the torturous tickling only to roll the panting girl onto her back once again.

"Hhh...bastard..hh hhh Bastard! hhh" Jen's rage was clear enough between heavy breaths although Tom paid no attention as he watched her bare basket ball sized breasts wobble from the movement of the roll. "Sonofhhhbicth! hhh hh"

"Such language" Tom said as he raised his hands high above him while he continued to straddle the helpless young woman. "Here they come Honey, tickling hands coming to get you!"

"No! No more!" Jen screamed with fear in her voice as Tom's hands wiggled closer and closer to her naked body. "No Tom! No don't! AAHH NO! Hhee hahah NO! NONONO!HAHAH aaahAHHAH EEEEEE! AahHAHHAHAHA!"

"Oh yes yes!" Tom cooed as he munched his hands into Jen's soft bare belly as if smooshing playdoe.

It was only a quick twenty second tickle although it seemed far far longer for poor naked Jen. Continuing to puff and giggle slightly Jen shut her eyes tight to try and make it all just dissapear as Tom circled her belly button with cruel unwelcoming anticipation.

"So you still don't want to do a fetish flick huh?" Tom asked knowing that he was hardly going to tickle the poor girl into agreeing to be tickled even more. "Thats too bad. I guess we'll just have to make up for it now...wheres your most ticklish spot?"

"Please Tom...Please I hate this...oh god..just let me go." Jen pleaded red faced with the tears unrelenting.

"There is...one place we haven't tried." Tom said as he turned his head and made his point of focus more than clear.

Jen didn't scream she just took a deep, horrified breath as her eyes shot wide open. Down the complete opposite end of her very naked body her toes curled, as if her feet too, were just as frightened as Jen.


To be continued...

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Alternate careers MFF/f (part two)

Kick kick kick was all Jennifer could think to do as Tom struggled to contain the young starlet's unbound legs. The young blondes insesint screaming and yelling 'no no no' over and over again were beggining to irritate the successful adult film director. From the ticklishness Jennifer had displayed, it was little wonder as to why she was panicking so much.

"C'mon Honey calm down! Shh-ARGGH!" Tom suddenly clutched his face in pain as one of Jen's legs had planted a knee is Tom's jaw.

"Let me out of here! Let me out! HELP! HELP!" Jen screamed with clear desperation in her voice as the tears flowed down her face and Tom stood up to the side of the bed still nursing his jaw while watching the young starlet tug madly at the bonds which held her wrists. "HELP! Someone heeeellpp!"

"No ones coming Honey" Tom teased the nude film star who lay trapped before him. "I'm the only one in the whole world who can help you, but I don't want to. Do you know what I want to do to you Honey?"

"Oh God, oh please. Please Tom please." Jen begged as the sadistic director stradled her hips with his back to her face. "No no PLEASE! PLEASE! Don't Tom! Don't!"

"I want to tickle you!" Tom slowly used his knees to walk futher towards Jennifers ankles, this technique allowed him to keep her from kicking. "And do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to tickle your feet for hours and ho-"

"A party and no one invited us?" Interupted a familiar womens voice from the door. "Thomas you horny devil can't trust-oh my god is that Honey Combs?"

Jennifer didn't recognise the two big breasted brunettes as they wandered into the studio but at that point she didn't much care as Tom was right over her ankles. Being one of the top porn stars at the time the girls, who also clearly worked in the industry, recognised Jennifer and were hopefully big fans.

"Please you have to help me! This crazy assholes been tickling me crazy!" Jen pleaded with her red sweaty face and teary eyes to her last hope.

"You've been tickling her? Tom you naughty boy!" The bustier women showing plenty of clevage from her black blouse said as she gave Tom a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"Honey Combes right? Wow I didn't know we'd be working with this kind of talent!" Said the other shorter haired women who wore a more than revealing tube top.

"Your not." Tom explained to the two excited women who stood admiring Jennifers goddess like body. "The crew your working with aren't due in for another half an hour. Honey's still here from the last shoot. I've been trying to convince her to do a fetish vid."

"Oooh fetish vids are good fun!" The girl in the blouse grinned. "But theres no way I'd be tied and tickled! I'm way too ticklish!"

"Please, I'm ticklish too!" Replied Jennifer looking at the two women with genuine plead. "He won't stop tickling me! You have to help me out!"

"Ooor" An evil gleam shimmered across Tom's eye like a bond villian about to explain how he would kill the dazzling agent. "You could help me tickle our friend Hon-"

"NO! NO! PLEASE PLEASE!" Jennifer interupted with high pitched hysterical screaming as the thought of having all three people touch her at once drove her almost as mad as the tickling itself. "I'D RATHER DIE! PLEASE HELP ME!"

Jennifer meant that quite literally despite the serious nature of her remark. In truth Jen would rather be beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die in a gutter rather than have these three people tickle her. As odd as that may sound to some, if they were as ticklish as Jen was they'd probably agree. To Jen's horror Tom and the two girls seemed to be ignoring her pleas and chatting amongst themselves, no matter how loud she screamed.

Growing silent expect for her sobbing, Jen pulled her legs up to hide her woman hood and make her position slightly less vunerable. While the three conspirators huddled together they whispered out of Jen's ear shot, the poor trapped blonde could not remember a time when she had been so scared. Of course Jennifer had been tickled before, but most of that had been before her fame in the industry. No tickling before this had ever been with binds however, and the idea, let alone the actual act, of being tied and tickled was too frightful for words.

"Okay Honey" Tom began making Jen quiver with fear as he wandered casually toward her. "The girls here have agreed to take turns with you, then their going to take you both at once."

"...please...oh god...this isn't funny! I'm not kidding!" Honey couldn't believe the situation, if these two big breasted bitches were her fans they sure had a funny way of showing it. "...listen, listen please you have to help me! He's insane!"

"Honey, honey please" The brunette with the far too small barbie pink tube top and slightly smaller stature than her friend said as she walked past Tom, clearly heading towards Honey with a hungry look in her jade green eyes. "it's only a little tickle."

"No! No! You yourself said you hate being tickled!" Honey frantically changed position and ruffled the bed sheets futher in frightful anticipation of the looming attacks. "Please don't! Oh please don't! I'll give you money! I'll get you good-great parts! Any movie! Please!"

"Well" Said the girl as her breasts nearly spilled from the thin tube top as she seductivley leaned onto the bed. "as tempting as that sounds it wasn't me who said I was ticklish, I'm not ticklish at all."

Streching her long leather clad leg over Honey's naked sweating body the tube top temptress was able to stradle the struggling porn starlet's tummy and then slide back over her shaking thys. With her unusually strong legs the evil brunette was able to stop Honey from opening her legs and, because she was sitting on her thys, was also able to stop the panicking blonde from kicking her in the back.

"You have no idea what will happen to you if you don't get off me now. I have friends in high places. Not to mention loyal fans." Honey said trying to create a stern appearance through her red cheeks and tear blurred eyes.

"Oh..." The brunette said as if thinking seriously about the very real threat. "Such a tickly little girl!"

"EE!" Honey screamed quickly in surprise when the stradling brunette poked the side of Jen's large milky white boob and just as quickly retracted her hand. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

"I'm not even touching you, silly baby." The evil woman smiled playfully only hovering her hands meer milimeters from Honey's soft tummy. "I bet you really like being tickled don't you? You pretend you don't so people will tickle you more!"

"No! No I don't! Why are you doing this to me?!?" Honey cried keeping her eyes locked squarley on the woman's long nails slowly gliding above her heavily breathing stomch. "God no! Ahaha...nonodon't! Aha!"

Tom and the blouse wearing taller brunette stood side by side and watched with sadistic glee as micron by micron the ticklers nails caressed Honey's quivering belly. With each new long, well manicured, nail touching down and stroking gentley along Jen's smooth skin the short bursts of laughter began to lengthen. It was a good thrity seconds before all ten fingers had touched down and then without warning the sexy tube topper dug into both sides of Honey's naked heaving body.

The shorter haired woman was sitting on top of Honey Combs, a young lady she had admired since her start on the scene. The tickler, who couldn't believe she was ticking thee Honey Combs naked and bound, had been in the business a few years and was only three weeks shy of her thriteth birthday. When Honey had arrived on the scene, like most other women who had been in the porn industry a while, the short haired brunette saw great promise in the sparky young blonde. Who would have guessed in their wildest dreams Honey Combs would have been so helplessly ticklish.

"Ooooh cootchie koo!" The tube top wearing straddler teased in a cliche and inexperienced way as she squeezed rapidly at Jennifer's bare helpless sides.

While Jennifer howled with laughter and tugged violently at the white silky scarves that bound her wrists, the brunette knew she must have been doing something right. The woman knew plenty about pleasure but when it came to tickling, and actually being ticklish, she understood very little. Where as Jennifer was intensley sensitive all over her beautiful body, the more experienced porn star on top of her didn't have a ticklish spot on her. Unlike her longer haired, taller and bigger breasted friend she had arrived with, she could feel no sympathy for she simply wasn't ticklish.

Standing next to Tom, the longer haired blouse wearing woman watched with an uncomfortable curiousity. She had entered the business four months before legal age and had been doing everything from soft core to golden showers ever since. One thing she had never done was tickling. The occassional foot-fetish video might have several seconds worth of tickling at the most but at the end of the day there was never any prolonged periods.

The bigger breasted woman could, however, feel plenty of sympathy. Watching her partner tickle the helpless bound blonde the long haired brunette remembered the many times she had been tickled beyond the point of tears and on the odd occasion even wetting herself. Family, boyfriends, co-stars, they had all found it amusing at one time or another to pin her down and exploit the sensitive weakness. To be the one dishing it out, rather than recieving, would make a pleasent change of pace.

"HHHHHhhh hhh hhh" Jennifer breathed heavily, her long blonde hair a complete mess after the prolonged tummy tickling. "Stop...this isn't funny!"

Smiling, the shorter haired brunette swung her leg and climbed from the bed. The longer haired woman wandered slowly towards the bed, wiggling her long nailed fingers teasling toward the nude girl. Honey arched her back and shook wildly at the bounds, trying desperatley to free herself. Grabbing ahold of Jen's ankles the taller woman was surprisingly strong and used that advantage to pull the poor blonde straight out, streching her nude sweaty body. Before Jennifer could properly react to the sudden jolt of being stretched so hard the dark haired woman leapt onto the struggling blonde's knees and straddled her tightly.

"Where to begin...so much choice..." The sadistic brunette purred dancing her fingers against her chin with mock thought. "I think...here!"

"NONOAHA! Ahahahah! NAAAyoubitcccch! AAAAAHHAHA!" Honey screamed with forced myrth as she arched her back when the blouse wearing tickler leant foward and raked her long nails down the bound girl's smooth stretched under arms. "HEEEHeeeheenooooo!"

"Oh, I know its bad Honey but you can take consolation in the fact..." The tickler teased unbeknown to Jen who was lost in tickle hell as the ten dancing nailed flittered around the sides of her large jiggling breasts. "...I'm having fun!"

Jennifer took no consolation in that fact. The terrible irony of it was Jen never even really set out to do porn as a career, she just fell into it. The currently cacking starlet had grown up
in Oklahomo and had moved to L.A for college. To pay her way Jen got offered a small (and fully clothed) part in a low budget adult film. One thing led to another and in less than a year Honey Combes was a house hold name (among grown ups anyway). It had turned out Jennifer liked doing erotic films a lot more than studying and after serious thought had chosen that as her career. Had Jen known being tied up and naked would ever lead to be tickled at the same time, she would have stayed in college.

"D...don't...hhh don't do that..." Jen puffed weakly when the brunette finally ceased digging into her soft ribs and began softly rubbing the exhausted blonde's large pink nipples.

"Would you prefer I go back to tickling you?" The long haired woman asked, pinching a nipple between each thumb and index finger as the two aereolas grew increasing hard.

"...no...mmm, no more tickling...please please untie me." Jen cried, the fear of more tickling being too much to bare and the arousing sensation being generated on her sensitive nipples causing no end of confusion in her tickled racked mind. "Please untie me...I'm begging you here..."

It wasn't as if Jen hadn't done girl on girl stuff before. Honey was confused because on one side the threat of futher tickling made her stomch sink with fear but the idea of the big breasted brunette driving her to orgasm, despite her exhausted state, was one she very much enjoyed. Jen loved men very much but more often then not is was other women who had given her the most fantastic orgasmic experiences, unfortunatley it appeared they were also much better at tickling aswell.

"Oh come on...you can beg better than that!" The dark haired woman winked at Tom and her tube top wearing companion before sliding slightly futher down Jen's knees, reaching underneath the sweaty blonde and clawing at her well toned butt.

"EEEE! Notthereeeheeeheee!" Jen burst into girlish giggles as she arched her back and tried to avoid the long nails digging into her peach like bum. "eeeheeheeestopstop! Ahahaha!"

Tom and the shorter haired brunette watched on as Jen rolled frantically from side to side and bucked up and down as best she could to uselessly avoid the ass tickling. Unlike the other three people in the room, to Jen it had not come as a surprise that her bottom was too ticklish aswell. Before moving to L.A Jen had often been tickled by friends, boyfriends, her mother, her sisters and her step dad just to name a few. One particular day while lying on her stomch watching the television Jen's step father had straddled the backs of her legs and began mercilessly tickling her sides, after several long minutes the cruel husband of her mother gripped her butt cheeks.

"So Deena...is Lucy ticklish?" Tom asked the shorter haired brunette standing next to him about the longer haired one who was currenltly tickling Jen silly. "She says she is but..."

"...You think she was trying to tease Honey by saying she was ticklish aswell?" The tube top wearing Deena replied, not taking her eyes of the stiff nippled Honey who howled with inescapeable laughter as her big breasted friend Lucy, the topic of her conversation with Tom, danced her long nails over Jen's soft tummy. "No, no, Lucy is definetly ticklish. Her and her boyfriend stayed with me for a week while they were moving house a couple of months back...we were fooling around, you know, and he starts trying to tickle me but nothing happened, so me and Lucy tried to tickled him but again, nothing."

"So you and Lucy's boyfriend turned on her?" Tom said licking his lips as he watched Jen's large natural breasts bounce in reponse to the holwing girls ticklishness.

"Did we ever" Deena replied, her nipples hard and poking at her far too small tube top, not able to remove her gaze from Honey's sweating nude frame. "We were all naked on my bed and the two of us spent a good half hour driving poor Lucy totally crazy...she was actually crying by the end of it, we only stopped because she lost her voice."

"It appears Honey has slightly more endurance." Tom refered to the fact that Jen had been tied to that bed for almost two hours and of those couple of hours roughly a full hour combined of that time had been taken up by tickling. "The crew for my next shoot will be here in twenty minutes...what say we help Lucy wrap this up?"

"Sure thing." Deena replied as she and Tom took a couple of steps toward the very messy bed that Honey was being tortured upon before the short haired brunette turned to look and an idol camera sitting in the corner. "One sec...is that on?"

"That camera?" Tom said rhetorically, shifting his eyes away from Honey for the first time in over ten minutes. "Why yes I do believe it is."

With her eyes closed in the throws of ticklish agony it was too late for any futher begging when Honey felt an additional twenty hands join Lucy's curious digits. Lucy still straddled Honey whose eyes shot wide open to see both Tom and Deena kneeling either side of her rapidly thrashing torso and running their fingers over her entire upperbody. None of the three tormentors kept to one spot, it was maddening ticklish torture as their thirty wiggling fingers dug, stroked, raked, poked and danced over sensitive skin.

The camera sat on one focus and had caught the entire fiasco. Tom had left the camera running early on in the day to capture shots for a 'making of' special feature on the dvd. When everyone had left Tom had planned to switch the camera off, after untying Honey. Upon realising she was insanley ticklish and unwilling to go into a tickling fetish video volunterally he took the initiative and decided to make his own. Lucy and Deena turning up was a most welcome surprise, ecspecially seeing as they were more than eager to help. All that was needed to make hundreds of thousands, possibly millions, of dollars from this truly unconsensual amatuer video would be to get Honey to sign a consent form...something that would have to be done off camera.

"I...hhh...I can't...hhh hhh I can't take it...anymore..." Honey forced her words out in the first act she was able to control in over twenty minutes.

"Don't be silly." Tom said while the two brunettes pinched lightly at Jen's soft tickled pink ribs. "Of course you can take more...we haven't even touched on your feet!"

Jennifer didn't scream as was expected. She didn't thrash around wildly or hyperventilate...Jen simply began to sob. The tears that were already rolling down her red cheeks were suddenly pushed down much harder as Honey burst into full blown crying. The poor blonde's rib cage deflated and inflated quickly as she shut her eyes and cried with fear of having her senstive feet tickled by these insane people. Paying no attention to the horror Jen was facing, Tom straddled the blondes ankles and began wiggling his ten fingers while the two brunettes stood up from the bed and watched on.

Jen's back arched and the crying didn't stop, her mouth opened wide and no sound was released. The tortured girl had fallen into silent laughter, her wrinkly buttery soles were simply too sensitive to cause any other reaction than total shock to her nerves. If Honey could have formed quater of a thought in her tickled addled mind she would have figured it could get no worse.

Kneeling on the carpet at the end of the large messy bed Deena and Lucy sat side by side and watched Tom's fingers clumbsily fumble over Jennifers hopelessly ticklish soles. Using a hand each both girls bent the toes back on either of Honey's feet and used their free hand join Tom in driving the terrified blonde completley insane.

Never in her life had Jennifer imagined tickling so intense as this. Tickling while being pinned down? Sure. Getting tickled by more than one person? It came with being ticklish. Being tied up nude and having three sadists tickle her most sensitive spot? Her own personal hell. The girls mind was literally ripping at the seems of sanity, an image of herself wearing a straight jacket in a padded room, drool coming from her mouth as she giggled away shot into her brain again and again. Much more of this and that terrible image of insanity would become very much real, and then the brunettes began licking her soles.

Honey barley moved, she just twitched as her soles and cute little toes grew a light shade of pink. It was as if the starlet was in some sort of ticklish ceasure, had it not been for the rushing tears and occasional sobbing Tom would have thought his young victim were unconscious. Happy that Jen was facing no real physical danger Tom was more than eager to continue tickling and tickling and tickling.

For Deena and Lucy it had turned from playful fun to full on arousal. Both brunettes were hungrily feeding on Jennifer's tasty feet as they licked inbetween her toes, raked their teeth along her soles and sucked on the blonde's adorable toes. Neither one of them had realised before how erotic such power over another helpless woman could be, and both moaned with approval as wet patches grew between their legs.

"Now Honey..." Tom said ceasing his assault after endless minutes as the two brunette's stood up and knelt on the bed next to the nude blonde. "...we aren't complete monsters."

"oh god" Jennifer only just managed to squeak out the words as her eyes opened in response to a most enjoyable feeling indeed.

Writhing slowly with pleasure and ignoring Tom who still straddled her ankles, Jen only payed attention to Deena and Lucy. Lucy was slowly licking inbetween Jen's sweaty legs, teasing toward her love muscle as an agonisingly slow pace. Deena was concerntrating on Jen's nipples as she lightly bit, licked and rubbed the spots that almost instantly turned Jennifer on.

Within moments Jen's tears had stopped and her brain has been thrown in reverse from intense torture to unholy pleasure. Lucy's long wet tounge was wrappping itself around Honey's hardened clit while Deena kissed her passionatley and used her hands to continually fondle the blonde's stiff nipples. A wave of pleasure was coming hard and fast but just before the tidal could wash over her everything suddenly stopped.

"Did you like that?" Tom asked with an evil motive clear in his voice.

"...oh...what..." Dazed and confused Jen tried hard to push her soaking vagina up toward Lucy who simply sat kneeling next to the blonde as if nothing had happened.

"I thought so. Now I have a proposition for you...we've been filming this entire thing, but the only way we can sell it is if you sign a consent form." Tom explained coldly making Jen try to ignore her extreme feeling or arousal and focus on the cruel man's words. "So you can either sign it, and not only will you make a lot of money but Lucy and Deena will finish you off...or we can just keep tickling you until you agree to sign anyway."

The resulting video, 'Honey Combes: Sticky Situation' sold like hot cakes.


THE END.

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Tina 12: The Bellboy's Honeymoon M/f


Long before the leggy big breasted blonde Tina Mason had children and spent her days as a house wife looking for the next oppurtunity to get tickled silly, Tina Mason was called Tina Taris. Tina had married Reese Mason six weeks before her twenty fifth birthday and while it took her many years to finally love being as ticklish as she was there was a time Tina's ticklishness, and her former hatred towards it, caused her no end of tickling related misadventures.

Tina's main problem was that, even when she dreaded the very thought of a tickling touch, the sensitive sensation caused her barbie doll like body to become incredibly aroused. People who tickled Tina would often find her having gigantic orgasms beneath their wiggling hands or chosen tickling impliment. This orgasmic result would often cause the tickler, or often ticklers, to believe the hyper ticklish blonde loved to be tickled despite her protests. The truth was Tina was married with two children and being tickled silly by two of her teenage son's friends when something in her had finally clicked over and she began to love, even crave, being tickled silly.

One such of many incidents involving Tina's hatred for being tickled was during her honey moon with her then new husband Reese. While Reese himself had learned to keep the tickling to a minimum most days, it wasn't he who caused the misadventure on their honey moon, although some would beg to differ...

It was 3pm nearly twenty years ago on an idol Tuesday afternoon in Miami. Newly weds Reese and Tina Mason hadn't left the high rise hotel room since their arrival nearly twenty four hours ago, infact once over the threshold they hadn't even worn clothes. Tina was clutching the already messy sheets, her peach like butt pressed against the side of the bed as her long smooth legs hung onto the floor, her toes making little fists as Reese pumped back and forth. The moaning blonde was in the throws of yet another intense orgasm from her musculer husband who slid in an out with expert speed.

"...huh..." Tina squirmed with delight and sigh of total relaxation followed by a passionate kiss from the dark haired Reese before he rolled next to his new wife's side.

"We probably should leave the room at some point..." Reese suggested for about the tenth time that day between them.

Every time this was suggested, leaving the room, they would often nearly make it to the door before tearing one anothers clothes off and ending back up on the bed. The happy couple had ordered room services numerous times but truth be told they did want to explore the unfamilar city and being a member of their home town's S.W.A.T Reese found it difficult to get time off from work.

A few recovery minutes passed before the sweaty blonde rolled back atop her well toned husband and began kissing him once again, only to be interuppted by a short sharp poke to her sensitive side. Recoiling slightly Tina pouted mockingly and looked straight at Reese who tilted his head with raised eye brows. The deal seemed clear, up and do something outside the room or stay and get tickled.

"EEE!" Tina rolled to her side with a squeal when Reese poked her in the soft ribs not even giving her time to make the decision between being tickled and leaving the room, it was obvious which option Tina would choose which is why Reese didn't allow time for the nude blonde to decide. "No Reeeheeehee"

One of the worst things for someone like Tina who had been unwillingly roped into so many ticklish situations was there was no telling when the assault might end. The tickler could be planning to tickle her to for several seconds or the hours on end, and escape was never an option. Tina had always been so insanley ticklish that within meer seconds she would loose all strength and coordination.

When it came to Reese being the tickler there was one major positive and one major negative. The negative being Reese knew all of Tina's most ticklish spots by heart and could drive her absolutley crazy. The positive was that Reese loved her very much and would often only tickle until Tina's first orgasm at the most. Reese himself wasn't ticklish at all so it was impossible for the dark haired S.W.A.T officer to know just how much torture it really was for his gorgeus wife, he was however understanding and knew that his personal ticklings would have to be kept to a minimum and be kept brief.

"Oh I'm going to tickle you all night!" Reese teased as he clawed proddingly at his squirming blonde wife's sides causing her large milky white boobs to jiggle. "I'm going to tickle your feet and your ribs and your tummy and never stop!"

"Ahahah ohnooohaha!" Tina knew Reese was only teasing but it didn't help as his normally loving hands lobster clawed her soft ribs, the tickle crazed nude woman grabbed at Reese's wrists but he was far, far stronger and she was quickly becoming far, far weaker. "Stahahp Reeheese! Reeehahaha!"

Reese rapidly squished Tina's larged boobs with both hands and could tell she was already once again getting incredibly aroused. Tina's state of arousal when tickled was always high but it could happen a lot faster if she was attracted to the tickler. Given that the only person the frantic blonde found more attractive than her husband was Johnny Depp, Reese's tickling hands made her sopping wet in no time.

"You know what I'm going to do?" Reese asked rhetorically building up a knew line of teasing as he scooped his hands underneath Tina's arms and hoisted the nude blonde into the air. "You know where I'm going to tickle you? You know it don't you? I know you want me to tickle you there!"

Now fully on the bed Tina rolled from side to side atop the messy sheets with Reese stradling her sexy hips and darting his hands all over her upper body. At that point Reese's teasing actually managed to get the squealing blonde's attention where as most tickle talk usually went ignored. Reese was one of only three people that knew of Tina's most unbearably ticklish spot on her entire flawless frame. Tina herself was the second person and the third was an old friend of her fathers who the spot was unaffectionatley named after.

Ray Fermanda had discovered Tina's most ticklish spot many years ago and fortunatley kept it top secret between he and Tina for the bulk of that time. Unfortunatley Ray had revealed that spot to Reese at the engagement party. Common knowladge to anyone who had the pleasure of wiggling there fingers over the poor blonde's frame knew that her feet were the worst spot of all, but there was ond spot, 'The Ray spot' on Tina's cute steppers that was sensitive beyond anything else. The spot in question sat right between her second and third toe on her right foot and there was nothing else like it on earth. Even tickling her womanhood post orgasm wasn't as bad as 'The Ray spot'.

"NO! No Reese! Please!" Tina struggled wildly under the arms of her normally very charming husband. "Anything but that! Ray!"

"See? You're so tickled you can't even get my name right." Reese laughed at his new wife's Freudian slip as he easily rolled Tina onto her back and crossed his legs around her lower legs.

There was never any escape as it was when tickled but Reese was particularly effective in his restraining techniques. Tina had first met the ruggedly handsom man in her early twenties, the night before she was due in court. Tina had been arrested after house sitting for a week in which time she had spent most of the seven days tickling her employer's daughter silly. Whilst Tina had always hated being tickled, she loved tickling other people and in that particular week her temptations got the better of her.

The night before her court date she was paid a visit by then prison guard Reese Mason. Reese had learnt of Tina's unique reputation via the media and decided to inact the same fate on her that the sexy blonde had forced upon her employer's daughter. At the time of course Reese had no idea Tina had been on the recieving ends of plenty of tickle attacks and proceeded to tickle her silly. Passion soon overcame the two of them in that small holding cell and they were locked in an incredibly passionate embrace.

Fate, it seemed, was in the cards as the next days Tina was thrown in jail for two years before being let out on good behaviour. Tina faced more than enough tickling inside and was glad to get out, where she became quite the success business wise. Unfortunatley one of the men in her office, after seeing Tina tickled by co-workers, had become somewhat obessed with the barbie doll like blonde and followed her Miami on a business trip. While in Miami Jerry, a co-worker she barley knew, tickle tortured her in the hotel only to become even more obsessed.

Years later Jerry's obession finally came to full on madness when he kinapped Tina and tickled her on a live internet feed. Fortunatley it didn't last long as S.W.A.T, led by none another than former prison guard Reese Mason, busted in the door and arrested Jerry on the spot. Reese and Tina had been together ever since. It was Reese's police training that allowed him the swiftness and ease in which to restrain Tina so easily, as he did that afternoon on their honey moon.

"Ohgod! Ohgod! Reese! Reeheehee!" Tina twisted her body to watch and began giggling before his wiggling fingers even touched her bare feet, Reese's hands lowered slowly from high above his head and the poor blonde wiggled her sweat shined butt with horrible anticipation. "Nono! Don't do it! Do-doAHAHAAHAH!"

Instantly Tina began thrashing all over the bed as her up turned wrinkly soles were danced upon by cruel tickling fingers. It was maddening to be tickled and even more maddening to be tickled and trapped, and this particular form of bondage was terrible and confusing. Not only was she nude along with Reese which got her more aroused by the second but from her knees upward Tina was free, and yet there was still no freedom to speak of. Instead all Tina could do was claw at the bed, buck up and down, roll from side to side and generally thrash about with tortured randomness.

"Here it cooomes..." Reese teased as he used his left hand to spread the second and third cute toes of Tina's right foot as wide as possible before pain set in. "Wiggling finger coming for the spooot..."

"NO! NOOO! Reese!" Tina cried from the tickles and fearful anticipation of the feeling to come. "ReeEEEEEEEEHEEHEE! NAHAHA!..."

Several seconds of screaming belly laughter and high pitch squealing was followed by hopeless silent laughter. Reese's right index finger was prodding and stroking its way all around the small area between those two trapped toes causing only the occasional squeak from his wildly struggling wife. This is where the curse of Tina was set in, the more it tickled the more her own body betrayed her as it became more and more aroused. Reese watched his wife's toes spread and knew Tina was suffering through a mind blowing ticklish orgasm.

"I knew you wouldn't last." Reese smiled a big toothy grin as he pivoted around, rolled the shuddering Tina onto her back and inserted himself inside her, the musculer spasms squeezing his manhood causing him to blow his load almost instantly upon intercourse.

Dean couldn't believe his eyes. The wide eyed nineteen year old had noticed Tina the day before when the desk clerk asked him to take the newly wed's bags to their room. In her thin sundress and sandals with dark sunglasses sitting on top of her blonde head Tina was a magnificent sight indeed and one Dean had not stopped thinking about.

With his slick wavey hair, bright blue eyes and rougish smile Dean the bellboy had conquered many of the fine females that graced the halls of the Vigrosa Hotel in Miami where he worked. While his fellow bellboy's did have their fair share of sexual debauchery with customers of the Virgosa none had quite the remarkable track record of Dean. Dean had encounters with women from all over the world, women in their forties, married women, women attending conventions and the list went on. There was a rumour which actually happened to be fact that Dean had even pleasured a certain pop-star when she had stayed at the hotel. Shamelessly Dean had flirted, fooled around with and out right shafted women on their honey moons.

Now this honey-mooner's main point of arousal was clearly being tickled, something Dean had never considered sexual but had often used as a flirtation device or playful excuse to touch. With his shift over Dean, still in full work uniform, sat mesmerized secretly in the air vent high above the orgasming couple of Reese and Tina below. The main problem with this situation, honey mooners, was separating them. The flirting, the foreplay, the sex, it all came naturally to a man's man like Dean but the art of getting a man away from his new wife, ecspecially one as sexy as Tina, was a mission that took plenty of practise.

A loud knock at the door tore Reese's attention from the T.V. With Tina in the shower the relaxing policeman had just gotten dressed himself and stood with a pleasent sigh to investigate. Peeping through the eye hole Reese saw a 6'ft young man with his hands politley held behind his back and a hospitipal smile. Opening the door wide Reese realised it was the same young man who had carried their bags to the room.

"Mr Mason?" Dean asked rherotically as he slowly bought his hands around the front and reveal several rectangular pieces of card. "I have these for you, complimentry of the hotel as it's your first stay here."

"Vouchers?" Reese raised an eyebrow coupled with a friendly smile as he took the cards and glanced them over. "Bar discount, Tennis, Horse Riding, Massage...ooh Monster truck driving..."

Dean smirked with pride as the larger man before quickly filtered the monster truck voucher from the group of cards. Being a staff member Dean was allowed a near unlimited supply of the hotel vouchers for the different activities, best of all in this case was that the monster truck driving was done a solid hours drive out of town. Playing his cards right Dean moved on to phase two.

"Perhaps the lady would care for a massage?" Dean spoke up before her nearly fell over when he saw Tina in the background stepping dripping wet from the bathroom with only a small fluffy white towel covering her body.

"How does that sound honey?" Reese asked turning his attention to Tina. "You want to take a massage or play some tennis? You could even go for a horse ride..."

"Whilst you do what exactley?" Tina smiled as she too came to the door and gave Dean a welcoming nod.

"It seems he's pretty keen on the monster trucks Mrs Mason." Dean smiled keeping his true intent well hidden.

A half hour later Tina was in the ladies locker room changing into appropriate tennis attire while Reese was being driven with three other men to the monster truck arena. Pulling her tight white t-shirt down over her large bra covered boobs Tina looked quite the picture for tennis. White lace up tennis shoes, white ankle socks, short white shorts, the tight t-shirt and her long blonde hair tied back in a neat pony tail. Picking up the on-loan racket Tina smiled at the thought of Reese tearing around a dusty arena in one of those huge noisy trucks, the stunning blonde was much happier back at the hotel.

"Oh! Sorry!" Tina took a sudden step back as she left the ladies locker room and nearly collided with a now casually dressed Dean. "It's-it's Dean isn't it?"

"Mrs Mason, hello." Dean replied with a flash smile making instant eye contact in his expensive black pants, shiney shoes and white collared shirt that accentuated his well toned muscles. "I see you went with the tennis."

"Yes, yes." Tina smiled back swinging the racket lightly in a tennis like motion. "Although I'm a little out of practice."

"...Mrs Mason, have you ever played tennis before?" Dean asked with a charming smile Tina found hard not to find incredibly cute.

"Not exactley, haha" Tina laughed with slight embaressement as she looked at the lino floor of the recreational center hallway.

"Why don't I show you a few things?" Dean asked swiftly stepping behind the slightly shorter woman and slid his soft hands down her slender arms until her gripped Tina's forearms lightly. "Hold the racket with both hands..."

Rolling her eyes a little with not entirley unexpected pleasure Tina bent foward pushing her peach like butt into Dean's midsection. With the older woman's gorgeus ass pushing into his enlarged manhood Dean knew he was halfway there when she didn't flinch away. His chin over her shoulder Dean made special effort to lightly breath warm air onto Tina's neck. Goosebumps sprouted on the shuddering blonde's body when the handsom young man's cheek brushed against hers.

"So you...you play then?" Tina struggled with her words as Dean's presence caused her cheeks to flush red with embaressement and arousal.

"I play." Dean said with a whisper before suddenly wrapping his skilled lips around the side of Tina's neck and kissing passionatley.

"Ohgod." Tina dropped the racket and shut her eyes, leaning her head back to accept the embrace of this young Adonis.

Before long Tina and Dean were bursting through the door of the blonde's newly cleaned and tidied hotel room, mouth locked passionatley moving toward the large bed. The door shut as quickly as it had been opened and Tina was launched panting onto the pefectly tidy bed. Depressing the smooth blankets Tina crawled backward toward the head of the bed, cheeks flushed and watching the adorable bellboy as he cracked open the mini bar and revealed an eighty two dollar bottle of champagne.

"Bubbly?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow as he popped the cork and 'accidently' spilled the white foamy liquid onto Tina's tight white t-shirt. "Oops! Let me get that!"

"Ahahah Dean!" Tina laughed with enjoyment when Dean dropped the bottle to the carpet and leapt a top the laughing woman only to lift her t-shirt causing the foamy liquid to spill onto her soft tummy. "Heehee it's cold! Ahaha!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Dean said excitedly as he straddled Tina's thys and looked directly into her eyes. "I'll clean it!"

"Wahahaha!" Tina shook with excitement and sudden ticklishness as Dean planted his lips and tounge onto her giggling belly and began lapping up the spilt champagne. "Dean! Heeheeee!"

For the most part Tina had never minded a couple of seconds be it for playful or flirting purposes. Even in the case of foreplay a brief stroke or poke would be welcomed but anything more than that soon became most unpleasent for the big breasted beauty. In this case, with the handsom young man slurping bubbly from her smooth tummy, most of Tina's laughter came from giddy excitement and humour, although it still tickled awfully.

"Mmmm, your tummy tastes good..." Dean grinned as he sat over the tops of Tina's legs and swfitly removed the blonde's tight wet t-shirt completley. "What does the rest of you taste like?"

"MMmm ooo" Tina responded with wide mouthed sounds of pleasure as the blue eyed boy kissed delicatley at her neck and in a most timely fashion made his way down over her collar bone and towards Tina's large bra covered breasts. "Ooh aaDeaeen...ahh god..."

Throwing the pleasured woman's bra aside Dean reached up under Tina's arms and massaged the back of her neck with his expert fingers. With the two large milky white breasts before him the dark haired Casanova pressed his lips over the half naked woman's left errect nipple and wrapped his slippery tounge around the stiff pink areola. The neck massage coupled with the stimulation of Tina's nipple was driving her wild with passion as she lay on her back and arched her body.

Dean's massage was almost as good as his nipple licking. Although he was no professional he could have been, the amount of times the bold nineteen year old had asked the hotel's resident masseurs and masseuses to leave the room so he could go to work on some gorgeus woman could not be counted. One woman, a darked haired happily married house wife from Ohio, had been laying on the massage table with nothing more than a towel when Dean had snuck in and let his hands to the talking. Before he could make one of his many special moves the woman had turned around and practically jumped him, they finished each other off right there on the floor of the massage room.

"Strawberry." Dean said as he lifted his head and slid his hands down to the sides of Tina's large breasts with his fingers around her ribs and his thumbs sitting on the sides of her cushy melons. "You taste like strawberry."

"Heehee, you're silly!" Tina giggled bringing her head up and looking into his eyes before she squinted when the feeling of his hands squeezing slightly caught the near nude woman's full attention. "Eee careful."

This was one of those moments in her life where Tina practically stood on the edge of a cliff. A person who had her vunerable clearly knew she was ticklish and had three options, as they always did. People in the power seat would always either tickle her briefly then return to their previous activity, not tickle at all and return to their previous activity (which was rare) or, the most common, start tickling and not stop. Unfortunatley Dean squeezed again provoking and involuntary squeal and then began squeezing faster and faster.

With Dean's weight on top of her, his legs stradling her thys and his chest laying across her tummy, Tina could only kick and squirm and bat at his back. Four fingers on each side of her higher sensitive rib cage dug inbetween the bone and the fully clothed young man's thumbs pressed in and out the sides of her boobs. The poor blonde giggled and squealed beneath the much stronger lad and her already flush cheeks grew redder by the second.

"I've never met a ticklish strawberry!" Dean joked before dragging his perfect teeth over Tina's jiggling fleshy boob.

"Hahaha Dean! AAAhahaha! Stop! Stop it! Ahahaha!" Tina kicked her legs in every direction to no avail and clawed hopelessly at the bed sheets but it just tickled so damn much. "Pleeeheeheese! Deeeheeen! STaaahahahaa!"

"How about a ticklish rasberry?" Dean asked with the giggling woman underneath him before cupping his lips on the side of Tina's left breasts and blowing a large ticklish rasberry. "Thppbbtt!"

"EEEEahaha! Ohno! Aahaha!" Tickling was embarassing enough but if there was anything more that could make Tina seem like a giggling little girl it was a full blown rasberry on her senstive skin. "No please! Ahahaha! Stoaaahaha!"

Continuing to tickle her ribs and boobs Dean was able to vary the location of his playful rasberries as surprising speed. One would be blown on her right boob, then her left, then inbetween the bloated mounds of flesh, then on her tummy, the side of her boob and even right on the nipple. Each wet tingly rasberry kept Tina guessing and each wet tingly rasberry tickled like crazy. Already having been highly turned on by the previous foreplay Tina was practically soaking her panties with arousal as Dean's mouth and hands worked over her bare upper body.

"You like rasberries don't you?! Thpbbtt! I can tell!" Dean teased as he blew another rasberry underneath the screeching blonde's left boob and continued working her ribs into a light shade of pink. "Thppttbbt! I bet you want them all over your body! Thhhppbt! Thbbtpt!"

"NOOohohooo! Eeeahahaha!" Tina's eyes began tear up as she struggled wildly with ineffectiveness as Dean blew rasberries lower and lower down her abdomen before twirling his long wet tounge inside her cute belly button. "AAAHahaha! Pleeheeese! Deeheeheen! AHAHAH!"

Grabbing at Dean's wrists with what little coordination she had prooved little good for poor Tina. The young man's hands moved down the blonde's soft rib cage and dug in just below her bottom rib. Dean's tounge swished, spun and poked inside Tina's sensitive belly button driving her insane coupled with the side tickling. The previous location of her upper ribs and breast sides was a healthy pink colour along with her red cheeks and teary eyes, Tina was quite the picture.

"You want more rasberries?" Dean kept moved his hands lower and lobster clawed the sides of the howling blonde's tummy before blowing another large tingly explosion just below her belly button. "Thhhbbttt!"

"Nahahaha! Notahaha! Nodaaha!" Tina attempted to beg through her laugter when she felt her short shorts being tugged down as her sensitive sides were mercilessly assaulted. "PLeaaahaha! Icaaha! nothereEeeeeahah!"

Keeping Tina distracted with the belly tickles Dean clamped his front teeth over the elastic edge of the half naked blonde's white tennis shorts and slid them down to her kicking knees. With the shorts around her knees Tina's kicking was restricted some what although her upperbody was still thrashing all over in response to the ten digits poking and prodding her tummy. His chin between her thys Dean looked up to see a pair of thin pink panties before him with a sweet wet patch that indicated what the young bronco already knew.

"I know where you really want a rasberry!" Dean slid upward with his legs straddling just above Tina's knees he kept up the relentless assault on her tummy and gnashed the panties inbetween his teeth.

A glistening smooth mound was revealed when the pink panties joined the white shorts around her knees. Dean had seen Tina naked before but it was infinetly better up close, having her in his tickling clutches was even better than that. Positioning his face above Tina's cruedly bucking womanhood that longed for something to enter it, Dean took a deep breath and blew the biggest rasberry yet right where it counted.

"OOOAAAHH! AAH! AHHH! AAWGAWWD!" Tina sweated and cried and screamed with a terrible tickled pleasure when Dean's tounge wrapped around her stiff clit and his hands at last ceased their tickling.

Driving her through orgasm after back breaking orgasm Dean covered his lower face in love juice practically drowning himself inside her. Tina's long blonde hair matted to her sweaty face and her nails almost ripped clean through the sheets as she grabbed at them hard. Now that the tickling at stopped Dean's mouth produced wave upon wave of warm paradise. Minutes of this continued, each orgasm more intense than the last draining energy the near nude woman no longer had. Each explosion of ecstacy made every inch of her more and more sensitive so when Dean's hands began to tweak her nipples Tina thought she might die from the next orgasm.

"You don't taste like strawberry everywhere..." Dean said with a cheeky smile as he climbed from the messy bed and made his way toward the bathroom. "...some places you taste like peach."

Shuddering in post orgasmic bliss on the bed Tina's whole body glistened in the light from sweat and copius amounts of love juice. The sheets between her long smooth legs were practically soaked and tears stained the exhausted blonde's reddened face. Tina's sides from her breasts to her hips were a light shade of pink and knees were still loosley incased by her short shorts and panties. Quivering with delight even the sheets made Tina's skin tingle as she propped her head up on a soft pillow and blinked tears away to look down her sexy frame. Nipples errect, sweaty and wet it was only her shoes and socks that remained in their original place.

"What are you doing?" Tina asked sitting up with her back to the head board as she wiped the last tears from her eyes.

"Washing up." Came Dean's voice from behind the thin wooden bathroom door. "I had fruit juice all over my face."

"Haha" Tina laughed with amusement as she slipped her shorts and panties over her shoes and climbed from the messy bed wearing only her white tennis shoes and thin ankle high socks. "You're naughty."

When Dean emerged from the bathroom refreshed he glanced from the bed over to the mini bar and saw Tina's plum like butt bent over as the sexy blonde leant in for a cold drink. Standing back up Tina held a cold can of pop in each hand and smiled flirtatiously at the young man who had driven her crazy with ticklishness and then crashed her into a wall of extreme pleasure. Taking a can and cracking it open with a fizz Dean admired Tina's body once again and focused closely on her fridge harded nipples.

"I never met someone who likes being tickled so much." Dean commented secretly knowing exactley where he wanted to steer the conversation. "I always thought girls hated to be tickled."

"I do." Tina said sitting back on the bed with her bare back against the large wooden head board, her cute butt atop one of the fluffy pillows. "I can't stand it, but my body reacts. It's torture."

"So...you beg for it to stop but end up enjoying it anyway?" Dean was curious to hear it from her mouth and proove his already correct theory. "Or do you actually want it to stop? Because near the end there..."

"I can't help what my body does." Tina watched the gorgeus nineteen year old man kneel onto the sheets and walk on his knees toward her, actually being able to explain her unwanted perverse reaction to tickling was quite refreshing. "Ecspecially if I'm already turned on...but I really do hate being tickled, it's just my body gets all excited and if I keep getting tickled I can't stop it."

"So people just tickle you to orgasm all the time?" Dean asked having seen it first hand from the air vent eariler in the day.

"You'd be surprised how often it happens." Tina took another sip of the cool drink and began thinking about peeling the clothes off the young man who kneeled next to her. "I didn't even know about it until my eighteenth birthday...I mean I'd always know I was ticklish but it wasn't until my eighteenth that my body reacted that way."

"What happened?" Dean asked now genuinley curious as this was one question he didn't have prior information on.

"It doesn't matter." Tina said as she leant across pushing her big boobs against Dean's chest while placing the empty can on the bed side table. "What matters is getting this shirt off..."

Pinching the lowest button on Dean's white collar shirt Tina popped it open with ease and slid her slender fingers up to the next one. Dean slid his hands upward across Tina's hips and onto her sides while she undid his shirt button by button. Leaning back Tina looked at the open shirted hunk which showed a bronze ripped stomach and well toned pecks. Raising her eye brows flirtatiously Tina fondled the young man's belt buckle before he suddenly distracted her with a deep, lip locking kiss.

"Relax..." Dean instructed with his most soothing tone as he pushed the near nude blonde onto her back and kissed his way down her neck and across those large milky melons.

"Oh...ahh this-this isn't fair..." Tina writhed with pleasure and arched her back when Dean pinched her right errect nipple lightly between his pearly white teeth and flicked his tounge across its swollen tip. "...you should-ah-you should have some toooo..."

Tina's desire to share around the sexual pleasure with her new friend was soon washed away as she tilted her head back with moans of approval. Already growing wet once again the increasingly aroused blonde grinded her moistening womanhood against Dean's six pack wanting desperatley for him to get inside her. With his shirt open the young man's true physic was clearly revealed and was more than Tina had hoped for, Dean was in damn good shape and obviously has plenty of stamina.

"Easy..." Dean spoke softly as he sat up straddling Tina's thighs and guided the sweaty blonde over onto her stomach. "...How's this..."

"De...Dean..." Tina grinded against the sheets as Dean sat atop her thighs with her gorgeus butt mounting out between his legs while he kneeded the flawless skin on the blonde's back. "...you have to...please Dean..."

Scrunching the sheets in her hands Tina longed for Dean to take her with his manhood but he seemed intent on driving her crazy with arousal. Dampening the matress with arousal Tina's glistening butt slid back and forth into Dean's pants covered crotch but his calm demeanor allowed him to control the back massage perfectly. The hotel employee's hands were magical as they caressed beneath her shoulder blades, down the muscles either side of her spine and poked firmly in Tina's lower back.

"Really?" Dean said with genuine surprise in respone to a small squeal amongst Tina's animalistic moans of pleasure after he lightly squeezed the big breasted woman's left butt cheek. "Even your butt?"

"Uhh...everywhere..." Tina said smiling as she proped her front up with her elbows and turned her head to half face the young hunk atop of her. "...even my butt."

"...I don't think I ever could have imagined someone with a ticklish butt." Dean replied reasling the idea wasn't so much outlandish, more intriguing. "Is it really that ticklish?"

"EE! Dean! Eeeehee! Doohoon't! Deheee!" Tina hit the bed with fists as she dropped from her propped up position and Dean's legs tightened around her upturned thighs preventing any kicking or easy escape. "Stop! Ahahaha! Deanstahaha! Eeeahah!"

Dean's fingers fluttered and pinched all over Tina's shaking butt cheeks as she squealed beneath him and the blonde's arousal went up a notch. The blonde's boobs jiggled and squished against the soft matress and her long legs managed to kick up and down from the knees and below. Reaching around to grab the seductive bellboy's hands prooved fruitless as he moved too fast and for the most Tina was uncoordinated in her hysteria.

Controlled as he was Dean's large erection couldn't ignore the wiggling butt that pressed against it through the cloth of his pants and silk boxers. Being with as many woman as Dean had, and already being a person of astonishing self control, it was unusual for the nineteen year old to get aroused faster than his mind consented but special cases could occasionally break the rules. The popstar that had visited the hotel was one such case and apparently so was Tina. This stunning near nude woman squirmed and squealed beneath him, the total dominance of the situation bought on by something so simple and resulting in such a wonderous display never before seen by his young eyes.

"You know what I might do? I might just sit and tickle your cheeks aaaall day!" Dean teased getting engrossed once more in tickling the beautiful older woman senseless.

"Hahahaha! Please stoAAAHahaha!" Tina screamed as Dean twisted his hands around so his palms faced away from himself and planted four fingers in the small crease where the leggy girl's butt joined her smooth thighs. "Wahaha! Deeeean! Ahahaaha!"

Four fingers wiggling into that sweet crease allowed Dean's thumbs to delve right into the middle of each curvy cheek and prod at their leisure. Tina howled with laughter as she thrashed wildly and the young man's hands squeezed and squeezed in and unrelenting and most ticklish attack. Getting brighter the laughing blonde's face grew redder as tears trickled down her face and she kicked desperatley for release. The squeezing was relentless but varied in speed keeping no form a patern. Before long Tina was gasping for air between laugter when ever her body forced it, fortunatley Dean eventually show some semblence of mercy.

"Relax..." Dean said stroking her cheeks tenderly, the limp blonde's lungs working over time as she panted hard for air.

"hhh...no-no more...hhh please..." Tina lay flat with her reddened cheek pressed to the sheets as she blinked tears away and felt Dean moving behind her, hoping his fascination with butt tickling was brief and satisfied. "I can't hhh...I can't take anymore...hh hhh"

"Don't worry..." Dean said with his back to Tina as he kneeled either side of her calves. "...I won't tickle your butt anymore..."

"Oh no!" Tina screamed when she felt Dean's weight relax down onto her achilles prooving evident he was straddling the panicking blonde's lower legs. "Dean don't! That's enough! Dean please please let me go!"

"What's the matter?" The nonchalant young man asked rhetorically as he looked at the two upturned tennis shoes wiggling between his thighs and felt Tina twisting on the bed to try tug at his open shirt. "I said I wouldn't tickle your butt anymore..."

"Dean no! Don't do it!" Tina clawed at Dean's shirt barley causing him to flinch when she felt him taking a hold of the heel at the left tennis shoe. "DEAN! Dean please I'm begging you!"

"I just want to give you a little foot massage..." Dean ignored the pleading woman who was beggining to tear the seems of his shirt sleeves as he slowly let the shoe practically slide from her wiggling sock covered foot. "Don't you want a foot massage?"

"No! No please not a foot massage! Leave my feet!" Tina had only ever once tried a legitimate foot massage, it was even with a professional, but upon discovering the big breasted blonde's feet couldn't even be touched without causing giggles the cruel massuse had grabbed Tina's feet under one arm and went about tickling the poor girl right there in the shop, just another one of her many misadvetures. "Dean! Anything! Anything but that! Tickle my butt again! Dean please I don't waAAHAHA!"

Tearing Dean's shirt clean off Tina flopped back toward the matress and with an almost painful back arch began holwing with tortured laughter. All ten of the young man's cruel wiggling fingers danced over the sock covered sole of Tina's left foot causing her to not only go insane with laughter but dread the removal and subsequent tickling to no doubt follow. The cute little right foot tried desperatley to cover its totured companion but Dean's hand easily managed to keep it aside and tickle at the same time.

With her feet wiggling helplessly Tina's body from the knees up faired little better. The poor blonde rolled in every which direction with wide mouthed myrth and teary eyes, her large boobs bobbing in every direction as she thrashed. The only time Dean had heard such frantic laughter was less than two hours ago when he had been spying from the vent and seen Tina's bare feet tickled, as much as the young man wanted to get his hands on those delicate soles his amazing will power allowed him to savour the moment.

"You wouldn't have this problem if you didn't wear such thin socks." Dean stopped briefly only to push the right foot's shoe to the floor and then attack both socked feet with wiggling scrapping fingers.

A pillow sailed across the room as Tina screeched when four fingers on each squirming socked sole dragged down her arches. Reaching the heels Dean poked an index finger into the middle of the cackling woman's right sole while her left was danced upon with a cruel casualness. For his part this was infinetly better than watching from the air vent, Dean couldn't believe that even with socks still on this long legged busty woman was so helplessly ticklish.

"Nomorenomore! Hahahah! PLeeheeahaha!" Tina's body was betraying her as she didn't know which she longed for more, the tickling to stop or Dean's manhood inside of her. "AHAhahaa...no..not...Dean not like this...please Dean...please..."

"Not like what?" Dean knew the answer as he carefully slid the left sock of the smooth wiggling heel of Tina's foot taking care not to tickle.

"You...you know what will happen, please..." Tina knew that anymore prolonged foot tickles, ecspecially on her bare soles would cause orgasmic relief only to make her even more sensitive. "Don't...don't make me cum like this..."

Clearly Dean payed no attention to Tina's pleas as the sock dropped to the floor and her left foot became bare. With the right still encased in its sock Dean wasted no time planting all ten fingers on both vunerable feet and going to work deep in the blonde's sensitive arches. It was no question which tickled more as the barefoot was achingly more sensitive but none of that matter to Tina who was lost in the ticklishness.

"Are you there yet? Are you near?" Dean's teasing went unheard by the one sock wearing woman who cried with loud belly laughter behind him. "Because if you reach too soon I'll just keep going!"

"G-ah heehee hhh n-no..." Tina giggled even after Dean finally stopped and in her state of near total exhaustion and orgasmic explosion felt the right sock sliding down her wiggling sole. "Pleehee no nono...Dehee Dean! I mean it! Pleeehee."

Two perfect wrinkly little soles and ten perfect cute little toes sat wiggling between his legs. Added arousal on both parts as with the last sock gone Tina and Dean knew that the giggling tickle dazed blonde was now completley nude. Puffing, giggling, sweating, aroused and crying behind him Dean knew the helpless blonde was totally weakened and took a moment to admire her buttery soles, a part of the female form the young stud hadn't appreciated until that day.

"Tell me something...and don't lie..." Dean said already knowing the answer to his question, the young man's hands resting on his thighs. "Is this your most ticklish spot?"

"Y-yes...but, but please...your driving me crazy!" Tina cried hoping against all hope Dean would show mercy that, from her personal experience, never came. "I can't stand it! I'll do anything to you! I want you! Just don't tickle my feet!"

As if her last plea was his cue Dean immediatley danced all ten fingers onto Tina's bare insteps and quickly began a random spider dance all over her feet. Wiggling away and toes spreading with the nude blonde's holwing tortured laughter in the behind him Dean began to eye up that small forbidden area. The spot between Tina's second and third toes on her right foot, with her toes spreading at random and turning into feet fists the occasional glipse showed nothing special. The spot looked smooth as silk like the rest of Tina's feet and he could feel himself nearing as his manhood throbbed, let alone Tina who also teeterd on the brink of orgasm.

"You lied to me...you told me this was your most ticklish spot..." Dean said as he ceased the dancing fingers and shifted backward to just above the nude woman's knees. "...and I know that's a lie."

"Wh...wha?" Tina was still dazed as she felt Dean's weight straddle the back of her lower thighs before both his hands gripped around her right ankle and it was lifted unwilling backward toward his bare chest. "Please...what...I-I didn't lie...my feet...my feet are so ticklish..."

"Oh I believe that." Dean said grabbing Tina's big and second toe of her right foot in his right hand and the third and fourth toe in his left, stretching them apart and bending her toes as to stretch the sole taut. "But it's not your MOST ticklish spot."

"No! No not there!" Tina screamed not even begging to wonder how Dean knew about that spot as the worry and horrible anticipation over rode her system. "Please! SeriouslEEEEEEEEEEE!"

It was the first time ever someone had used a tounge in that spot. The long wet wiggling tounge squirmed inbetween Tina's helpless toes and after the ear piercing squeal was followed by multiple orgasms of epic proportions. From the knee down Tina's left leg pounded at the bed and her upper body bucked and thrashed harder than ever before. After all that foot tickling the poor nude blonde had never expected Dean to tickle her there, of all places. The sheets were soon soaked with Tina's love juice that pumped continuously as with each succesive more explosive orgasm Dean seemed to passionatley lick that one spot faster and faster until, after what could have easily been a solid half hour Dean himself could no longer control what had to happen.

Shaking with silent giggles the sweat soaked teary eyed blonde was rolled onto her back, her large boobs jiggling as she landed. Lost in a haze of ticklishness and pleasure Tina's eyes opened wide and her nails dug hard into the matress, her toes curling when Dean's massive wood slid inside her.

Kissing her nipple Dean drove back and forth slowly. Weakened Tina barley moved save for slight plesurable writhing until she felt Dean's hands creep into her smooth under arms. Contracting her vaginal muscles hard Dean exploded, the spasmic clench due to his wiggling fingers cruely exploring the tortured girls underarms. Futher muscle gripping ensued as Tina came once again, her eyes rolling backward before drifting asleep when the young stallion pulled out.

When Tina rose from her giggly slumber almost forty five minutes later she slowly sat up, the sheets sticking from their soaked state. Rubbing her eyes the nude sweaty blonde focused and first saw a terribly messy bed surrounding her. Sliding to the edge of the bed it was clear Dean had taken his leave but their on top of the mini bar was a large wicka basket with colourful contents and a white square, a note. Climbing from the bed the naked blonde investigated the note which simply read 'One for each flavour I tasted.' Crowded inside the basket was great deal of fresh fruit.


The End.

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That's all folks! Hope you enjoyed, as I mentiond eariler all the above stories will be posted individually in my archive. Looking foward to posting regularly again, I have been your host TickleMantis, thankyou and g'night.

Good stories but there are many m/f than f/f there(f/f stories r usually more intense ),
can u post more f/f plz?

Great Stories!

First, Congratulations on your 1000th post. I am not far behind you myself.

I've always been a big fan of your stories. They are chock full of erotic heat and tickling intensity. These are no exception.

I hope you will continue to write this way.
Wonderful job.

Happy 1000th!!

Great stories as usual Mantis! Needless to say, I too am a huge fan of your work! Always have been, always will be!

I can only hope for another 2000 posts from one of the coolest authors at this forum!

Congradulations! My top hat is off to you old friend!

i read these series of stories in installments and i'm so glad i found the time and the patience to finish them. terrific, fantastic. the details were wonderfully erotic and torturously ticklish. poor Kendall however.. never saw that coming. and i recognized Tina as soon as you wrote about her being arrested for house sitting. congratulations a bit late on your thousandth post, and heres to one thousand more.

isabeau

Thanks!

Yeah, Kendell...I didn't know about that but then I thought 'the hell with it' and wrote it that way. I figure, given her condition, it was really the only way she was ever going to find peace. I felt sorry for Trish aswell, she sort of ended up getting it worse than Kendell.

Glad you liked the stories.