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02-22-2006, 03:09 AM
[My Sumptuous Little Massage Muffin.
(Unwrapping The Delivery Girl.)
Inspired by Jessie,
Written by Ticklishscribe.
c. 2004.
Jessie could barely make out the shadows in the candlelit room and shivered. She wondered why the hell she let herself get into this situation. All she had done was to deliver a small package here and talk with the person who ordered it. It was a tickling video and was ordered by a masseuse, who had offered her a free massage. That she had accepted but had no idea that she would be stretched out on the massage table and then tied down. But here she was, trying to peer into the shadows to see where Morgana was.
She could feel a presence next to her and it made her jerk and tense again.
"Calm yourself." Morgana whispered leaning over her face and pushing her hair off one side. "This going to be soothing and very medicinal."
She tensed and jerked again, arched her back, and strained at the bonds once more. She writhed at Morgana's whispering and her head turned toward her, seeing her in the shadowy twilight. She could feel warm breath on her ear and it made her heart quicken and she closed her eyes.
"So Beautiful you are Jess, so sensually beautiful and so tender you are too. A treasure trove of adorable and sensually beautiful delights. I wish my partner could see you at this moment, she would love you."
She! Jessie wondered. My god, Morgana was a lesbian. This thought made her feel even more vulnerable and squirmed even more. Had Morgana's partner been watching her to get even the mildest bit attracted to her in some way. Her entire body was all a tingle, with almost all of her nerve endings standing at attention, all alert and erect.
"Lets get these horrible looking boots off you shall we and let those feet breathe."
Jessie felt a tugging on her left foot and realized that Morgana was unlacing the boot that covered it. She wriggled her foot but Morgana held fast and continued unlacing. Then she felt a slight wrenching and a tugging, and now being able to see in the shadows, saw that her boot was being tugged off.
"I don't think you want to do anything with my feet." She spoke softly.
"Oh but I do Jess, I do."
The boot fell to the floor and the sudden thud it made startled jess and she writhed all over. A slow slithering finger up her sole also made her writhe and a subtle giggle came from deep inside of her.
"While giggles are nice my dear, full blown laughter including the screaming version is what I'm after. And now the other boot."
The same procedure was done to the right one and when it hit the floor Jessie again writhed all over. Another slithering finger on her sole caused more subtle giggles and writhing and Morgana grinned evilly. She slithered a finger on each sole and watched with pleasure as the feet writhed about trying desperately to get away.
The slithering abruptly stopped and the silence became deafening to Jessie. She listened for any sound any movement by Morgana, but heard none. She jerked when she felt fingers lightly pressing the deep recesses of her left armpit. She tried to bring her arms down and deny her the ticklish treasure that Morgana had called her, but the bonds denied her that luxury and defence. She jerked still again when Morgana began pressing the right one. She squealed feeling her fingers in the deep recesses of her tender right and left hollows and wanted to protect her armpits even more now.
"Ahhh Jessie, you are just full of delicious surprises, and I haven't even begun to tickle you yet.."
"No, no." Was all she could speak, in an almost breathless manner and her writhing continued.
Morgana single finger stroked the tender skin again, this time going up and down and repeating the stroke over and over. She delighted in the silky, satiny smoothness that was Jessie's armpit and she made sure that every micrometer of sensitive skin was stroked.
"Ahhh Jessie." She cooed in her right ear. "I love teasing you to start off with. It really makes your nerve endings have a conniption."
Her nerve endings were having several conniptions in fact. In fact they were almost at the breaking point and she was on the edge. She was getting more and more tingly with each touch of her fingers and she wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't function properly. She wanted to run, but the bonds prevented that.
Morgana loved watching her react to her touch and she made sure that she got the maximum reaction from each and every touch. Her surgical tickles were inciting wave after wave of guttural laughter and intense writhing. She loved the fact that Jessie was under her total control, that she could turn her on and off at will. Every time she'd stop tickling her, the laughter would immediately but slowly subside along with the writhing. To not turn her off completely, she would apply light to firm random strokes in random places, keeping her on the edge and a high level of uncertainty.
"Are we having fun Jess? I k\now I am."
Jessie breathed heavily and quickly, writhing again and Morgana smiled evilly.
"Oh my god-" Jessie was pushing out the words with a laboured resonance.
Morgana giggled softly and evilly and again simultaneously single finger stroked both her armpits, then in the blink of an eye she dug in and tickled hard. Jessie practically blew every circuit in her entire body and violently writhed, screaming with laughter. This made Morgana smile and giggle evilly and continue. Jessie's five foot seven inch frame was a blur in her writhing and she strained at the bonds holding her down. She was too ticklish for words and Morgana was loving every minute of it.
"Isn't this nice Jessie, so therapeutically relaxing. At least I'm relaxed."
Jessie was too busy laughing to respond and her writhing was increasing. Morgana wasn't massaging her, she was torturing her and it was driving her insane. Again this wasn't a massage, it was more of a maniacal massage and Jessie was paying for it.
Morgana stopped and looked at her helpless defenceless patient, then reached over and retrieved a feather from a side table.
"Ah my favourite feather, so sensually soft but so fiendishly firm. And the tip is just perfect for arches. " Morgana commented quietly and giggled evilly once more. "Especially high arches like yours."
She squirmed and then began to writhe at the mere thought of it being used on her arches. The descriptive phrase "Sensually soft but so fiendishly firm," flashed like another larger than life neon sign and she writhed further. She wondered intensely as to where Morgana would strike first with the feather and tried to see it amongst the shadows.
She leaned close to her head. "Imagine it slowly ballet dancing." She whispered, teasing her. "Flitting over your arches, like some psychotic butterfly, taunting, teasing and then mercilessly pouncing on its prey. Imagine it manically massaging your soles and other ticklish areas."
Jessie squealed and writhed all over, trying desperately to see where she had the feather. Her eyes became radar, yet she could not penetrate the shadows to see where it was. She could barely make out her movements and was primarily relying on her warm breath to tell her where she was. She didn't have to wait, as her inner thighs were the first to feel the sensually soft torturous tendrils. She squealed again, instantly tried to close her legs and he giggled evilly. Stroking the feather incessantly he lengthened the strokes from very short at first, to ones ranging from the knees to her womanhood. Morgana took great delight to slowly and torturously caress the line of skin that met her shorts and Jessie became even more desperate to close her legs.
She squealed again and strained at the bonds holding her legs. She was in a battle of wills with the feather, being slowly being driven out of her mind and she tried desperately to hold in her reactions.
"Did I mention that the other end is equally a killer." She taunted again. "Or should I say quiller."
Jessie writhed all over gyrating her hips and trying to imbed herself into the mattress to get away from the feather.
"I see when I get next to your shorts you really start writhing. could that mean that you're more sensitive there. Or should I say more sensually sensitive."
Jessie violently writhed as Morgana began to unbuckle her belt and began to unfasten the shorts.
"What, what are you doing... No! Please! I don't roll this way, I'm straight!"
"Of course you're straight." Replied Morgana. "You're stretched out and after your shorts I'll get your shirt off." She proceeded to pull down Jessie's shorts and panties to her ankles then began to untie the left ankle. Stripping the shorts and panties from the left leg she began to retie it, only this time to the corner of the bed. She then untied the right ankle, removed the shorts and panties and retied the leg in the same way as the left.
Jessie now felt the feather caressing her mound, going down between her legs and writhed intensely. She clenched her eyes and mouth tightly shut, putting all her strength into not uttering a sound. But her laughter was cracking, as the walls protecting her were shaking to the point of crumbling.
"By the way, just in case you were wondering why I am doing this to you, it's just that I'm planning the most deliciously exquisitely torturous little orgasm for you first."
She writhed even more at that thought as she was on the edge of losing her sanity, on the edge of bursting out laughing and she desperately tried to contain herself. But each and every tendril of the tip was sensually torturing her to the max, and every second put her in further agony.
"Just a few more strokes you know where and I'll have you gutturally screaming cackles to my heart's content. And I plan to stretch out that orgasm of yours as long as I can."
Jessie suddenly felt the feather stroking her lips and she jerked then shook like crazy. Her back arched again then fell back on the table and tried to burrow into it to get away from the feather. Then as fast as the feather began stroking her lips it stopped. The silence was deafening as she waited for the next strike, which came with the slow unbuttoning of her shirt. Jessie was regretting her decision not to where a bra today and while it wouldn't provide her with any protection, it would have held off the tickling a little bit longer. She felt a cool breeze and tried to speak to beg Morgana to not tickle her here, but her voice was silent. She jerked abruptly and squealed as the psychotic butterfly feather lightly landed upon her left nipple. Dancing around the tender nipple and areola, it sent wave after wave of tickling sensations through her. Each sensation exploded in her brain and she continued to strain at the bonds that held her down. It fluttered all over the breast now and tormented her even further, and the squeals were now becoming more audible.
"Just a few more strokes."
Now the butterfly played tag with her nipples, going from one to another and landing for only a second then moving to the other one.
She could feel the butterfly feather now meandering its way away from her breasts and one short stroke at a time she could feel it moving up toward her armpits. The feather ballet danced and pirouetted all over, probing the very centre then outward, teasing the edge. Morgana teased and tormented the left pit then the right and then began doing them both at will, making sure that she didn't fall into rhythm that Jessie could get used to. Again Jessie tried to bring her arms down, but the bonds prevented that and she strained and writhed intensely.
Morgana giggled evilly at her reactions and the torment that caused them as she continued to tease her with the feather. There wasn't even so much as a square millimetre of armpit that wasn't ticklish and this was playing havoc with her senses.
"Are we enjoying our massage Jess."
She dare not answer, as that would allow the laughter to escape and she was trying desperately to hold it in as long as possible. Her squeals were bringing her dangerously close to careening over the edge with laughter.
"Awwww, we are dangerously close to cracking aren't we." Morgana giggled evilly, and then once more stopped the stroking.
She grabbed eagerly for breath, taking in as much air as possible, not knowing when or where the tickling would begin again.
"Awwwww, just look at your chest rising and falling with the tickles; your entire body restless with uncertainty. Now you're probably asking yourself the question; is she going to torture my ribs with the feather."
She jerked at the question, and at the mere suggestion of Morgana tickling her ribs with the feather. She didn't have time to contemplate the question as she felt the feather's tip on her bottom left rib. She felt the feather touch on her rib and instantly a torrent of erratic cackles washed over her and she bucked and writhed.
"Magnificent." Morgana whispered, continuing to stroke the rib from tip to back. She then stroked the other left ribs, slowly stroking the feather back and forth and taking a second's rest between them. As Morgana crested the wave of her right ribs Jessie continued to buck and writhe. The feather was not only pure torture but also incessant as well, as she stroked and stroked and stroked.
Morgana stopped long enough to wipe the sweat off her forehead then resumed the torturous tickling. Jessie's senses were being blown away, her nervous system was being stripped away layer by layer and her mind was in constant overload.
She stopped tickling again and let her rest. She watched as Jessie's writhing subsided, and her cackles returned to soft giggles. Morgana knew she was still on the edge and that any more tickling would keep her there. She was still out of control and Morgana knew that she was all hers.
Jessie felt her leave the table again but in the dim shadows of the fading twilight she could barely see where she was in the room. Pressure on the table let her know that Morgana was again sitting by her feet and she tensed once more.
"No, no." She spoke almost breathless. "No feet, no more feet."
Morgana giggled quietly and evilly then wrapped her right arm around Jessie's right ankle and gripped her foot by the heel. Instantly she could feel the foot spasm and begin to writhe.
"What's say we torturously tease these toes." She said, giggling evilly and softly and slowly stroking the tips.
Instantly Jessie's toes spasmed and splayed out all over the place and she writhed all over. The feather that had been torturing her other ticklish places unmercifully, was now setting it sights on her feet. Morgana stroked the tips in one direction then stroked the soft pads underneath in another direction. When she did this, Jessie clenched her toes and tried to wrestle her foot away from her grasp. Morgana was all evil giggles as she watched this, and increased her grip on the foot.
Jessie was all giggles and cackles too and her writhing was continuous as the feather played havoc with her slender toes. Morgana now began to play havoc with each of her toes, stroking the tips and in between. Every time Jessie's toes would splay out, she would dip the feather in between them and tickle the supple joint. This would set Jessie off with further Cackles and writhing and this would delight Morgana no end.
"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygodddddddddddddd!" Her words trailed off into giggles, which now trailed into cackles.
The table was moving once more and her entire body was heaving. Then suddenly Morgana stopped and Jessie again took in as much air as she could get, not knowing how long the unexpected break would last. Then there was silence and she strained to hear any sound. She could feel movement but the silence was deafening and she knew Morgana was using that silence as a tool to her advantage.
Now there were more shadows as night came closer, and she could barely see her. The silence abruptly came to an end when a flicker of short strokes on her arch with the quill end of the feather started her cackling again and she once more writhed intensely. Morgana delighted in this and continued short stroking, only now she stroked sporadically, keeping her off guard and at an extremely heightened sensitivity. First a few strokes on the heel, then the ball of the foot, he bent the toes back and stroked under them then the instep of the foot and finally the arch.
"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygod! AHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Morgana further delighted in this and then changed the order of her targets and her way of stroking. Ther unexpected cornucopia of strokes
and targets was driving Jessie insane and her constant guttural cackles had now dissappeared into screaming.
"Ahhh. I see I have you in the most delicious way and that you're blowing your mind in begging me to stop. Well I'm not about to stop anytime soon and more to the point, how I do wish I could turn back time and we could start all over again."
Jessie cackled and screamed even louder as she felt several lighting fast short strokes in the very centre of her arch and her foot writhed intensely. She bucked, arched her back and once again strained at her bonds.
"That's it my sumptuous little massage muffin, you just lay there and go crazy for me. Let the tickles turn you into one giant spasming, writhing nerve ending. Morgana continued the fast and short strokes on the arch and delighted in the soft spasming skin. She now moved the strokes upward to the soft pad under the toes and increased her speed. Morgana could feel all of Jessie's remaining strength being put into her foot and she had to increase her grip to keep it still.
Jessie was almost at the end of her rope she was cackling so hard, that she couldn't even push out the words to beg Morgana to stop.
How about if I five finger, spider tickle your arch for awhile."
She cackled wildly at the thought and rocked the bed with her struggles.
"That's better, such lovely soft skin to tickle, such lovely soft sensitive tickly skin. Coochie coochie coo, my tender little massage muffin."
Morgana's fingers on her foot were agony and her arch was getting hotter by the minute. Every micrometer of her skin was being stroked to the max and she was feeling each stroke ten times over. Morgana's fingers traveled from heel to toes and back again, taking a few merciless moments to rake and rev them in the tender arch. Morgana knew that Jessie was still on the edge and she congratulated herself for keeping her there for so long.
"It's a pity that I can't stop the world turning, so that I could tickle you forever."
Jessie squealed loudly then cackled more, continuing to writhe. She was violently rocking from side to side.
Morgana was driving Jessie crazy and she was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. Then she suddenly stopped tickling and Jessie once more took in air. Jessie felt Morgana get off her left leg and straddle her right one. Tensing for the touch with the feather, she jerked when she felt her putting one of her socks back on. This made her nervous as she didn't know what Morgana was going to do and she again began to squirm. She felt her tighten the sock and then firm up her grip on her foot. Then there was silence and she searched in the darkness to see what her next move was going to be. Her breathing got heavier and more laboured and she flinched at even her slightest movement.
Morgana giggled evilly.
Suddenly Jessie felt several short strokes with the quill on her sock covered arch and the sock seem to greatly enhance the tickles. She arched her back, then fell back on the table and thrashed and cackled. Her bum and head repeatedly slammed back into the padding and she intensely writhed once more.
"Ahhhhh. Delightful." She continued the short stroking and added the instep and soft pad under the toes. "I should have put this sock on
sooner; seeing as you obviously thoroughly enjoy it."
Jessie continued to scream and writhe intensely.
As Morgana raked her long nails over Jessie's hypersensitive soles once more, she went absolutely bananas in her intense writhing and screaming laughter. Morgana was raking over every micrometer on sensitive skin. Jessie's head and body violently and repeatedly slammed into the padding, causing the table to rock like crazy.
"That's it sweetheart." Morgana cooed. "You just give me everything you've got and more.
Jessie was tied spread-eagled to the table, sweating like a pig from intense writhing, almost hoarse from laughing and screaming, hair dishevelled from the intense writhing and now laboured breathing to top it all off. But she couldn't stop Morgana from constantly tickle torturing her into wild ticklish abandon.
"You look so lovely ties and naked, so accessible too." Morgana laughed and it sent shivers up and down Jessie's spine and she tried everything in her power to break the bonds. But the fur-lined leather restraints Morgana had tied her in, were holding her taught and she instantly found that she was going nowhere. Nevertheless she continued to writhe with all her strength.
"You can't avoid this you know and that makes it all the more sweeter."
Jessie writhed once more trying to save herself from the torturous tickling. She shook her head and pleaded "No" with her hazel eyes, still trying to back away.
Morgana's fingers began to play with the bottom of Jessie's foot and she screamed at the heel tickling.
"PLEASE GOD NO! NO DON'T DO That! O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO. !" Jessie went ballistic, begging and
violently struggling to get free.
"Like I said sweetheart, you can't avoid this you know and that makes it all the more sweeter."
"Oh shittttttttttttttAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAH" screamed Jessie. "O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEE NOOOOO" She was really bucking wildly, screaming hysterically, head slamming the padding, body struggling to get free, as Morgana systematically rape-tickled her feet..
"Oh I'm so glad you like this Jess."
"OhhhhshittttttttttttttAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH HHAAHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Was all Jessie could say in reply, as the fingers probed and rape tickled every millimetre of her soles. The silky, soft, skin was no match for the fiendish fingers.
"I think we should stop for a minute!" Announced Morgana. "You look tired Jess."
Jessie again took in as much air she could get, not knowing when Morgana would strike again. The rest lasted only a moment as the she twirled the feather on the arch of the soles, then dragged them all over the hypersensitive skin. Her coup de grace was to flutter the psychotic butterfly feather, teasing, touching and tormenting. Jessie tried with all her strength to free her feet, but the bonds held fast. Morgana was really driving her into oblivion, as her sensitive skin was greatly adding to the sensitivity in her feet and her continual explosions of insane laughter were a testament to her extreme ticklishness. The appetite Morgana had for tickling her was insatiable, and it was beginning to take its toll.
"Well now who's got erect nipples!" Morgana said.
Jessie's nipples were indeed erect as they were well pronounced.
"What's say I have a feel of your nipples."
Jessie immediately began to writhe from side to side, trying to stop Morgana from touching her breasts. But Morgana calmly reached over and sensually pinched the left nipple, causing Jessie to writhe even further.
"Oh fuck, That will make me horny QUITTTTTTIT!" Jessie screamed, writhing almost insanely now.
"Horny ha, cool." Remarked Morgana. She hovered her fingers over Jessie's right nipple and then pinched it. Jessie flinched and writhed
insanely again.
"STOP IT! I DON'T WANT TO GET HORNY!"
"Really?" Asked an excited Morgana.
Morgana once again attacked Jessie's ribs now and ten fingers began tickle torturing the tender, taught skin. Jessie's bum and head were pounding the table and she was screaming even louder than before. The fingers didn't miss a millimetre of its ticklish surface.
"I'm so glad I unwrapped this delivery girl, you're the best package I've ever unwrapped."
Jessie went absolutely ballistic under the tickling and then went even further ballistic as Morgana began stroking the crowns of her lower ribs. She teased and tormented one rib at a time, sliding a single finger from the tip to the back and then back again.
"O-OH-M-MYG-G-GOD-D-D OHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHHI TTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAHAHAHA. STAAAAAPH!"
"And just why should I stop tickling your ribs hmmmmmm?"
"O-OH-M-MYG-G-GOD-D-D OHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAHAHAHA! GODDAMMIT STOP THAT! YOU'RE TORTURING ME, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
"Come come now, you can't take a massage. You can't take this." She vibrated her fingers in the centre ribs.
"O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Jessie, trying desperately to writhe away from the torturously fickle finger.
Morgana placed her hands on either side of the spasming ribcage, she dug her fingers in. Her fingers flew all over the tormented ribs,
digging, probing and stroking with a lightning swiftness that was absolutely amazing. Her fingers were almost a blur and seemed to be everywhere at once, tickling, tormenting and basically torturing the hell out of the ribs.
"Time for more feet."
"O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D NOOOOOO! NOT THE FEET NOT THE FEET! NO MORE FEET!" Jessie went way beyond ballistic at ther point, rocking the bed and straining at the bonds that held her down. Her back arched and her head snapped from side to side.
"It's just going to be a little foot massage Jess." Morgana replied, moving to the foot of the bed.
"NO! NOT THE FEET! NOT THE FEET!"
"But first lets really enhance your senses and a blindfold should take care of that." Morgana took a black maks off the table and fitted it over a writhing Jessie's head.
"O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D NOOOOOOOO PLEASEEE DON'T BLINDFOLD ME! G-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE TAKE IT OFF!!! PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET AGAIN!!!!!!"
"I told you, it's just a foot massage, it won't hurt a bit.."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHITTTTTTTTTTNOOOOOOOO!"
"Are your feet too ticklish for words Jessie?" Asked Morgana, while teasing the toes by tweaking them.
Morgana turned her back to Jessie and straddled her left leg, just above the ankle. This brought off the scale writhing from Jessie and she screamed and begged even more. Morgana cupped her right hand under the heel and she firmly gripped the foot, and then slowly brought her fingers closer and closer to the now frantic and curling toes. Seizing the opportunity she probed and danced a quill up and down the full length of the sole. Jessie's frantic reaction pleased her as she felt Jessie's back arch and heard her frantic, jagged laughter.
"Now it's time to go for it all Jess."
She then picked up her massage vibrator and turned it on. The monotone humming that the vibe made resonated throughout the room and again Jessie's back arched and the rest of her body followed suit. Once again she erupted with frantic volcanic writhing and screaming, and an evil grin came to Morgana's lips. She was about to take Jessie's foot to a new level of tickling and touching her toes with the vibrator, was pleased as they uncurled and splayed out in all directions. Moving the vibrator down the hypersensitive sole, she rested it on the joints between the toes and foot and the resulting action had Jessie again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements and the table began to really rock. Morgana then rested it on the pad below the toe joints and she felt Jessie place all of her ebbing strength in her foot. She now entered the arch and slowly moved the vibe across the ultra-sensitive skin. Jessie's laughter was now totally off the scale and Morgana delighted in finding another volcanic spot.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHSSSSSHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT AAAHAHHSTAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHPAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAAH !"
Morgana smiled from the foot of the bed and stroked the sole with the vibe. Cootchie, cootchie coo."
Jessie screamed and bounced off the Table once more and begged more for her release.
"Why are you begging girl, it's only a foot massage." Morgana said, flashing a fiendish smile.
Jessie Screamed, violently writhed, shivered and shook as Morgana stroked her soles again. Morgana then tucked Jessie's left foot under her arm and began again working the vibe into the high arch. Jessie's screamed louder than ever and really rocketed off the table, straining at the bonds that held her. Her back arched higher than before, her mouth opened wide and her eyes clenched shut.
"Oh you're really loving this, I am so pleased!"
Jessie began begging once more for her release, but all she got in reply was Morgana digging the vibe into the hypersensitive arch. That set her off to do nothing more that violent thrashing and cackling.
"I wonder how long you can keep this up?" Morgana firmly grabbed the right foot and tucking it under her arm, began rape tickling its arch for all it was worth. Jessie really took off again and it seemed that all of the circuits in her nervous system had blown all at once. She was really rocking the table and Morgana had to steady herself to keep up the tickling pressure.
"AHHHH, you're so precious and so ticklish. Kitchie, kitchie kitchie kitchieeee!" Her fingers were a blur as she tickled the tender skin all over. She raked and revved her fingers in every direction and dug in for the tender kill. Ten sharp fingernails dug deeply into the soles of the foot and Jessie screamed in torturous agony. She screamed and writhed as the tickling sensations invaded her feet as her mind was blown wide open. She was unable to sense anything except for the vibe scratching the bottom of her extremely ticklish right foot. Jessie suddenly went into silent laughter and jerked and writhed relentlessly. Her whole body was on fire and her tickler was constantly stoking that fire within her. Her back was arching far more than she ever thought it could and she was off the Richter and decibel scales in so many ways. Jessie was racked with torturous torment, racked with an agony that she never dreamed could be possible. She suddenly found her voice and began begging for release, begging for Morgana to stop.
Twenty fingers were now on her, probing, tickling and torturing every ticklish area of her feet. Her entire body was now blazing with tickles and the fires were out of control. She had no control over what was happening and the helplessness enhanced the tickling 100 per cent. Her nervous system was gone, yet her nerve endings were now sharper than ever. Even just touching her body set off explosions of volcanic screaming and writhing. She was a mass of sweat and ticklishness, experiencing one conniption after another. But Morgana continued to tickle Jessie with a hearty zeal that caused the poor girl to have one conniption after another.
Tanya's fingers again were lightning fast and were all over the foot at once, not missing a micrometer of ticklish skin. She was devious, diabolical, demented, relentless, sadistic and torturous and it was driving Jessie mad. Tanya's fingers were the fingers from hell and she vibe tickled the foot for all it was worth. She hauled back on the toes and gave the now taught sole another rape tickling of a lifetime.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHHITTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAHAHAH ASTAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHPAAAAAAAAAAAHAH HAHA HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!"
"OH, you are just too ticklish for words!" Morgana said gleefully.
Jessie was almost to the point of being insane and too far-gone. It seemed as though she was hanging on at the end of her rope and the rape tickling was slowly burning through it.
Morgana laughed at Jessie's predicament. "I'll vibe some armpits now and some ribs."
"NOOOOOO!" Jessie screamed, her voice breaking. "I'LL DIE!" then bursting into insane laughter again.
Morgana leaned over and kissed Jessie on the lips. "After all Jessie dear." She added. "You've been so exquisite for me, it's the least I can do."
(Unwrapping The Delivery Girl.)
Inspired by Jessie,
Written by Ticklishscribe.
c. 2004.
Jessie could barely make out the shadows in the candlelit room and shivered. She wondered why the hell she let herself get into this situation. All she had done was to deliver a small package here and talk with the person who ordered it. It was a tickling video and was ordered by a masseuse, who had offered her a free massage. That she had accepted but had no idea that she would be stretched out on the massage table and then tied down. But here she was, trying to peer into the shadows to see where Morgana was.
She could feel a presence next to her and it made her jerk and tense again.
"Calm yourself." Morgana whispered leaning over her face and pushing her hair off one side. "This going to be soothing and very medicinal."
She tensed and jerked again, arched her back, and strained at the bonds once more. She writhed at Morgana's whispering and her head turned toward her, seeing her in the shadowy twilight. She could feel warm breath on her ear and it made her heart quicken and she closed her eyes.
"So Beautiful you are Jess, so sensually beautiful and so tender you are too. A treasure trove of adorable and sensually beautiful delights. I wish my partner could see you at this moment, she would love you."
She! Jessie wondered. My god, Morgana was a lesbian. This thought made her feel even more vulnerable and squirmed even more. Had Morgana's partner been watching her to get even the mildest bit attracted to her in some way. Her entire body was all a tingle, with almost all of her nerve endings standing at attention, all alert and erect.
"Lets get these horrible looking boots off you shall we and let those feet breathe."
Jessie felt a tugging on her left foot and realized that Morgana was unlacing the boot that covered it. She wriggled her foot but Morgana held fast and continued unlacing. Then she felt a slight wrenching and a tugging, and now being able to see in the shadows, saw that her boot was being tugged off.
"I don't think you want to do anything with my feet." She spoke softly.
"Oh but I do Jess, I do."
The boot fell to the floor and the sudden thud it made startled jess and she writhed all over. A slow slithering finger up her sole also made her writhe and a subtle giggle came from deep inside of her.
"While giggles are nice my dear, full blown laughter including the screaming version is what I'm after. And now the other boot."
The same procedure was done to the right one and when it hit the floor Jessie again writhed all over. Another slithering finger on her sole caused more subtle giggles and writhing and Morgana grinned evilly. She slithered a finger on each sole and watched with pleasure as the feet writhed about trying desperately to get away.
The slithering abruptly stopped and the silence became deafening to Jessie. She listened for any sound any movement by Morgana, but heard none. She jerked when she felt fingers lightly pressing the deep recesses of her left armpit. She tried to bring her arms down and deny her the ticklish treasure that Morgana had called her, but the bonds denied her that luxury and defence. She jerked still again when Morgana began pressing the right one. She squealed feeling her fingers in the deep recesses of her tender right and left hollows and wanted to protect her armpits even more now.
"Ahhh Jessie, you are just full of delicious surprises, and I haven't even begun to tickle you yet.."
"No, no." Was all she could speak, in an almost breathless manner and her writhing continued.
Morgana single finger stroked the tender skin again, this time going up and down and repeating the stroke over and over. She delighted in the silky, satiny smoothness that was Jessie's armpit and she made sure that every micrometer of sensitive skin was stroked.
"Ahhh Jessie." She cooed in her right ear. "I love teasing you to start off with. It really makes your nerve endings have a conniption."
Her nerve endings were having several conniptions in fact. In fact they were almost at the breaking point and she was on the edge. She was getting more and more tingly with each touch of her fingers and she wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't function properly. She wanted to run, but the bonds prevented that.
Morgana loved watching her react to her touch and she made sure that she got the maximum reaction from each and every touch. Her surgical tickles were inciting wave after wave of guttural laughter and intense writhing. She loved the fact that Jessie was under her total control, that she could turn her on and off at will. Every time she'd stop tickling her, the laughter would immediately but slowly subside along with the writhing. To not turn her off completely, she would apply light to firm random strokes in random places, keeping her on the edge and a high level of uncertainty.
"Are we having fun Jess? I k\now I am."
Jessie breathed heavily and quickly, writhing again and Morgana smiled evilly.
"Oh my god-" Jessie was pushing out the words with a laboured resonance.
Morgana giggled softly and evilly and again simultaneously single finger stroked both her armpits, then in the blink of an eye she dug in and tickled hard. Jessie practically blew every circuit in her entire body and violently writhed, screaming with laughter. This made Morgana smile and giggle evilly and continue. Jessie's five foot seven inch frame was a blur in her writhing and she strained at the bonds holding her down. She was too ticklish for words and Morgana was loving every minute of it.
"Isn't this nice Jessie, so therapeutically relaxing. At least I'm relaxed."
Jessie was too busy laughing to respond and her writhing was increasing. Morgana wasn't massaging her, she was torturing her and it was driving her insane. Again this wasn't a massage, it was more of a maniacal massage and Jessie was paying for it.
Morgana stopped and looked at her helpless defenceless patient, then reached over and retrieved a feather from a side table.
"Ah my favourite feather, so sensually soft but so fiendishly firm. And the tip is just perfect for arches. " Morgana commented quietly and giggled evilly once more. "Especially high arches like yours."
She squirmed and then began to writhe at the mere thought of it being used on her arches. The descriptive phrase "Sensually soft but so fiendishly firm," flashed like another larger than life neon sign and she writhed further. She wondered intensely as to where Morgana would strike first with the feather and tried to see it amongst the shadows.
She leaned close to her head. "Imagine it slowly ballet dancing." She whispered, teasing her. "Flitting over your arches, like some psychotic butterfly, taunting, teasing and then mercilessly pouncing on its prey. Imagine it manically massaging your soles and other ticklish areas."
Jessie squealed and writhed all over, trying desperately to see where she had the feather. Her eyes became radar, yet she could not penetrate the shadows to see where it was. She could barely make out her movements and was primarily relying on her warm breath to tell her where she was. She didn't have to wait, as her inner thighs were the first to feel the sensually soft torturous tendrils. She squealed again, instantly tried to close her legs and he giggled evilly. Stroking the feather incessantly he lengthened the strokes from very short at first, to ones ranging from the knees to her womanhood. Morgana took great delight to slowly and torturously caress the line of skin that met her shorts and Jessie became even more desperate to close her legs.
She squealed again and strained at the bonds holding her legs. She was in a battle of wills with the feather, being slowly being driven out of her mind and she tried desperately to hold in her reactions.
"Did I mention that the other end is equally a killer." She taunted again. "Or should I say quiller."
Jessie writhed all over gyrating her hips and trying to imbed herself into the mattress to get away from the feather.
"I see when I get next to your shorts you really start writhing. could that mean that you're more sensitive there. Or should I say more sensually sensitive."
Jessie violently writhed as Morgana began to unbuckle her belt and began to unfasten the shorts.
"What, what are you doing... No! Please! I don't roll this way, I'm straight!"
"Of course you're straight." Replied Morgana. "You're stretched out and after your shorts I'll get your shirt off." She proceeded to pull down Jessie's shorts and panties to her ankles then began to untie the left ankle. Stripping the shorts and panties from the left leg she began to retie it, only this time to the corner of the bed. She then untied the right ankle, removed the shorts and panties and retied the leg in the same way as the left.
Jessie now felt the feather caressing her mound, going down between her legs and writhed intensely. She clenched her eyes and mouth tightly shut, putting all her strength into not uttering a sound. But her laughter was cracking, as the walls protecting her were shaking to the point of crumbling.
"By the way, just in case you were wondering why I am doing this to you, it's just that I'm planning the most deliciously exquisitely torturous little orgasm for you first."
She writhed even more at that thought as she was on the edge of losing her sanity, on the edge of bursting out laughing and she desperately tried to contain herself. But each and every tendril of the tip was sensually torturing her to the max, and every second put her in further agony.
"Just a few more strokes you know where and I'll have you gutturally screaming cackles to my heart's content. And I plan to stretch out that orgasm of yours as long as I can."
Jessie suddenly felt the feather stroking her lips and she jerked then shook like crazy. Her back arched again then fell back on the table and tried to burrow into it to get away from the feather. Then as fast as the feather began stroking her lips it stopped. The silence was deafening as she waited for the next strike, which came with the slow unbuttoning of her shirt. Jessie was regretting her decision not to where a bra today and while it wouldn't provide her with any protection, it would have held off the tickling a little bit longer. She felt a cool breeze and tried to speak to beg Morgana to not tickle her here, but her voice was silent. She jerked abruptly and squealed as the psychotic butterfly feather lightly landed upon her left nipple. Dancing around the tender nipple and areola, it sent wave after wave of tickling sensations through her. Each sensation exploded in her brain and she continued to strain at the bonds that held her down. It fluttered all over the breast now and tormented her even further, and the squeals were now becoming more audible.
"Just a few more strokes."
Now the butterfly played tag with her nipples, going from one to another and landing for only a second then moving to the other one.
She could feel the butterfly feather now meandering its way away from her breasts and one short stroke at a time she could feel it moving up toward her armpits. The feather ballet danced and pirouetted all over, probing the very centre then outward, teasing the edge. Morgana teased and tormented the left pit then the right and then began doing them both at will, making sure that she didn't fall into rhythm that Jessie could get used to. Again Jessie tried to bring her arms down, but the bonds prevented that and she strained and writhed intensely.
Morgana giggled evilly at her reactions and the torment that caused them as she continued to tease her with the feather. There wasn't even so much as a square millimetre of armpit that wasn't ticklish and this was playing havoc with her senses.
"Are we enjoying our massage Jess."
She dare not answer, as that would allow the laughter to escape and she was trying desperately to hold it in as long as possible. Her squeals were bringing her dangerously close to careening over the edge with laughter.
"Awwww, we are dangerously close to cracking aren't we." Morgana giggled evilly, and then once more stopped the stroking.
She grabbed eagerly for breath, taking in as much air as possible, not knowing when or where the tickling would begin again.
"Awwwww, just look at your chest rising and falling with the tickles; your entire body restless with uncertainty. Now you're probably asking yourself the question; is she going to torture my ribs with the feather."
She jerked at the question, and at the mere suggestion of Morgana tickling her ribs with the feather. She didn't have time to contemplate the question as she felt the feather's tip on her bottom left rib. She felt the feather touch on her rib and instantly a torrent of erratic cackles washed over her and she bucked and writhed.
"Magnificent." Morgana whispered, continuing to stroke the rib from tip to back. She then stroked the other left ribs, slowly stroking the feather back and forth and taking a second's rest between them. As Morgana crested the wave of her right ribs Jessie continued to buck and writhe. The feather was not only pure torture but also incessant as well, as she stroked and stroked and stroked.
Morgana stopped long enough to wipe the sweat off her forehead then resumed the torturous tickling. Jessie's senses were being blown away, her nervous system was being stripped away layer by layer and her mind was in constant overload.
She stopped tickling again and let her rest. She watched as Jessie's writhing subsided, and her cackles returned to soft giggles. Morgana knew she was still on the edge and that any more tickling would keep her there. She was still out of control and Morgana knew that she was all hers.
Jessie felt her leave the table again but in the dim shadows of the fading twilight she could barely see where she was in the room. Pressure on the table let her know that Morgana was again sitting by her feet and she tensed once more.
"No, no." She spoke almost breathless. "No feet, no more feet."
Morgana giggled quietly and evilly then wrapped her right arm around Jessie's right ankle and gripped her foot by the heel. Instantly she could feel the foot spasm and begin to writhe.
"What's say we torturously tease these toes." She said, giggling evilly and softly and slowly stroking the tips.
Instantly Jessie's toes spasmed and splayed out all over the place and she writhed all over. The feather that had been torturing her other ticklish places unmercifully, was now setting it sights on her feet. Morgana stroked the tips in one direction then stroked the soft pads underneath in another direction. When she did this, Jessie clenched her toes and tried to wrestle her foot away from her grasp. Morgana was all evil giggles as she watched this, and increased her grip on the foot.
Jessie was all giggles and cackles too and her writhing was continuous as the feather played havoc with her slender toes. Morgana now began to play havoc with each of her toes, stroking the tips and in between. Every time Jessie's toes would splay out, she would dip the feather in between them and tickle the supple joint. This would set Jessie off with further Cackles and writhing and this would delight Morgana no end.
"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygodddddddddddddd!" Her words trailed off into giggles, which now trailed into cackles.
The table was moving once more and her entire body was heaving. Then suddenly Morgana stopped and Jessie again took in as much air as she could get, not knowing how long the unexpected break would last. Then there was silence and she strained to hear any sound. She could feel movement but the silence was deafening and she knew Morgana was using that silence as a tool to her advantage.
Now there were more shadows as night came closer, and she could barely see her. The silence abruptly came to an end when a flicker of short strokes on her arch with the quill end of the feather started her cackling again and she once more writhed intensely. Morgana delighted in this and continued short stroking, only now she stroked sporadically, keeping her off guard and at an extremely heightened sensitivity. First a few strokes on the heel, then the ball of the foot, he bent the toes back and stroked under them then the instep of the foot and finally the arch.
"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygod! AHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Morgana further delighted in this and then changed the order of her targets and her way of stroking. Ther unexpected cornucopia of strokes
and targets was driving Jessie insane and her constant guttural cackles had now dissappeared into screaming.
"Ahhh. I see I have you in the most delicious way and that you're blowing your mind in begging me to stop. Well I'm not about to stop anytime soon and more to the point, how I do wish I could turn back time and we could start all over again."
Jessie cackled and screamed even louder as she felt several lighting fast short strokes in the very centre of her arch and her foot writhed intensely. She bucked, arched her back and once again strained at her bonds.
"That's it my sumptuous little massage muffin, you just lay there and go crazy for me. Let the tickles turn you into one giant spasming, writhing nerve ending. Morgana continued the fast and short strokes on the arch and delighted in the soft spasming skin. She now moved the strokes upward to the soft pad under the toes and increased her speed. Morgana could feel all of Jessie's remaining strength being put into her foot and she had to increase her grip to keep it still.
Jessie was almost at the end of her rope she was cackling so hard, that she couldn't even push out the words to beg Morgana to stop.
How about if I five finger, spider tickle your arch for awhile."
She cackled wildly at the thought and rocked the bed with her struggles.
"That's better, such lovely soft skin to tickle, such lovely soft sensitive tickly skin. Coochie coochie coo, my tender little massage muffin."
Morgana's fingers on her foot were agony and her arch was getting hotter by the minute. Every micrometer of her skin was being stroked to the max and she was feeling each stroke ten times over. Morgana's fingers traveled from heel to toes and back again, taking a few merciless moments to rake and rev them in the tender arch. Morgana knew that Jessie was still on the edge and she congratulated herself for keeping her there for so long.
"It's a pity that I can't stop the world turning, so that I could tickle you forever."
Jessie squealed loudly then cackled more, continuing to writhe. She was violently rocking from side to side.
Morgana was driving Jessie crazy and she was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. Then she suddenly stopped tickling and Jessie once more took in air. Jessie felt Morgana get off her left leg and straddle her right one. Tensing for the touch with the feather, she jerked when she felt her putting one of her socks back on. This made her nervous as she didn't know what Morgana was going to do and she again began to squirm. She felt her tighten the sock and then firm up her grip on her foot. Then there was silence and she searched in the darkness to see what her next move was going to be. Her breathing got heavier and more laboured and she flinched at even her slightest movement.
Morgana giggled evilly.
Suddenly Jessie felt several short strokes with the quill on her sock covered arch and the sock seem to greatly enhance the tickles. She arched her back, then fell back on the table and thrashed and cackled. Her bum and head repeatedly slammed back into the padding and she intensely writhed once more.
"Ahhhhh. Delightful." She continued the short stroking and added the instep and soft pad under the toes. "I should have put this sock on
sooner; seeing as you obviously thoroughly enjoy it."
Jessie continued to scream and writhe intensely.
As Morgana raked her long nails over Jessie's hypersensitive soles once more, she went absolutely bananas in her intense writhing and screaming laughter. Morgana was raking over every micrometer on sensitive skin. Jessie's head and body violently and repeatedly slammed into the padding, causing the table to rock like crazy.
"That's it sweetheart." Morgana cooed. "You just give me everything you've got and more.
Jessie was tied spread-eagled to the table, sweating like a pig from intense writhing, almost hoarse from laughing and screaming, hair dishevelled from the intense writhing and now laboured breathing to top it all off. But she couldn't stop Morgana from constantly tickle torturing her into wild ticklish abandon.
"You look so lovely ties and naked, so accessible too." Morgana laughed and it sent shivers up and down Jessie's spine and she tried everything in her power to break the bonds. But the fur-lined leather restraints Morgana had tied her in, were holding her taught and she instantly found that she was going nowhere. Nevertheless she continued to writhe with all her strength.
"You can't avoid this you know and that makes it all the more sweeter."
Jessie writhed once more trying to save herself from the torturous tickling. She shook her head and pleaded "No" with her hazel eyes, still trying to back away.
Morgana's fingers began to play with the bottom of Jessie's foot and she screamed at the heel tickling.
"PLEASE GOD NO! NO DON'T DO That! O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO. !" Jessie went ballistic, begging and
violently struggling to get free.
"Like I said sweetheart, you can't avoid this you know and that makes it all the more sweeter."
"Oh shittttttttttttttAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAH" screamed Jessie. "O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEE NOOOOO" She was really bucking wildly, screaming hysterically, head slamming the padding, body struggling to get free, as Morgana systematically rape-tickled her feet..
"Oh I'm so glad you like this Jess."
"OhhhhshittttttttttttttAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH HHAAHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Was all Jessie could say in reply, as the fingers probed and rape tickled every millimetre of her soles. The silky, soft, skin was no match for the fiendish fingers.
"I think we should stop for a minute!" Announced Morgana. "You look tired Jess."
Jessie again took in as much air she could get, not knowing when Morgana would strike again. The rest lasted only a moment as the she twirled the feather on the arch of the soles, then dragged them all over the hypersensitive skin. Her coup de grace was to flutter the psychotic butterfly feather, teasing, touching and tormenting. Jessie tried with all her strength to free her feet, but the bonds held fast. Morgana was really driving her into oblivion, as her sensitive skin was greatly adding to the sensitivity in her feet and her continual explosions of insane laughter were a testament to her extreme ticklishness. The appetite Morgana had for tickling her was insatiable, and it was beginning to take its toll.
"Well now who's got erect nipples!" Morgana said.
Jessie's nipples were indeed erect as they were well pronounced.
"What's say I have a feel of your nipples."
Jessie immediately began to writhe from side to side, trying to stop Morgana from touching her breasts. But Morgana calmly reached over and sensually pinched the left nipple, causing Jessie to writhe even further.
"Oh fuck, That will make me horny QUITTTTTTIT!" Jessie screamed, writhing almost insanely now.
"Horny ha, cool." Remarked Morgana. She hovered her fingers over Jessie's right nipple and then pinched it. Jessie flinched and writhed
insanely again.
"STOP IT! I DON'T WANT TO GET HORNY!"
"Really?" Asked an excited Morgana.
Morgana once again attacked Jessie's ribs now and ten fingers began tickle torturing the tender, taught skin. Jessie's bum and head were pounding the table and she was screaming even louder than before. The fingers didn't miss a millimetre of its ticklish surface.
"I'm so glad I unwrapped this delivery girl, you're the best package I've ever unwrapped."
Jessie went absolutely ballistic under the tickling and then went even further ballistic as Morgana began stroking the crowns of her lower ribs. She teased and tormented one rib at a time, sliding a single finger from the tip to the back and then back again.
"O-OH-M-MYG-G-GOD-D-D OHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHHI TTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAHAHAHA. STAAAAAPH!"
"And just why should I stop tickling your ribs hmmmmmm?"
"O-OH-M-MYG-G-GOD-D-D OHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAHAHAHA! GODDAMMIT STOP THAT! YOU'RE TORTURING ME, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
"Come come now, you can't take a massage. You can't take this." She vibrated her fingers in the centre ribs.
"O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Jessie, trying desperately to writhe away from the torturously fickle finger.
Morgana placed her hands on either side of the spasming ribcage, she dug her fingers in. Her fingers flew all over the tormented ribs,
digging, probing and stroking with a lightning swiftness that was absolutely amazing. Her fingers were almost a blur and seemed to be everywhere at once, tickling, tormenting and basically torturing the hell out of the ribs.
"Time for more feet."
"O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D NOOOOOO! NOT THE FEET NOT THE FEET! NO MORE FEET!" Jessie went way beyond ballistic at ther point, rocking the bed and straining at the bonds that held her down. Her back arched and her head snapped from side to side.
"It's just going to be a little foot massage Jess." Morgana replied, moving to the foot of the bed.
"NO! NOT THE FEET! NOT THE FEET!"
"But first lets really enhance your senses and a blindfold should take care of that." Morgana took a black maks off the table and fitted it over a writhing Jessie's head.
"O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D NOOOOOOOO PLEASEEE DON'T BLINDFOLD ME! G-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE TAKE IT OFF!!! PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET AGAIN!!!!!!"
"I told you, it's just a foot massage, it won't hurt a bit.."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHITTTTTTTTTTNOOOOOOOO!"
"Are your feet too ticklish for words Jessie?" Asked Morgana, while teasing the toes by tweaking them.
Morgana turned her back to Jessie and straddled her left leg, just above the ankle. This brought off the scale writhing from Jessie and she screamed and begged even more. Morgana cupped her right hand under the heel and she firmly gripped the foot, and then slowly brought her fingers closer and closer to the now frantic and curling toes. Seizing the opportunity she probed and danced a quill up and down the full length of the sole. Jessie's frantic reaction pleased her as she felt Jessie's back arch and heard her frantic, jagged laughter.
"Now it's time to go for it all Jess."
She then picked up her massage vibrator and turned it on. The monotone humming that the vibe made resonated throughout the room and again Jessie's back arched and the rest of her body followed suit. Once again she erupted with frantic volcanic writhing and screaming, and an evil grin came to Morgana's lips. She was about to take Jessie's foot to a new level of tickling and touching her toes with the vibrator, was pleased as they uncurled and splayed out in all directions. Moving the vibrator down the hypersensitive sole, she rested it on the joints between the toes and foot and the resulting action had Jessie again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements and the table began to really rock. Morgana then rested it on the pad below the toe joints and she felt Jessie place all of her ebbing strength in her foot. She now entered the arch and slowly moved the vibe across the ultra-sensitive skin. Jessie's laughter was now totally off the scale and Morgana delighted in finding another volcanic spot.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHSSSSSHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT AAAHAHHSTAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHPAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAAH !"
Morgana smiled from the foot of the bed and stroked the sole with the vibe. Cootchie, cootchie coo."
Jessie screamed and bounced off the Table once more and begged more for her release.
"Why are you begging girl, it's only a foot massage." Morgana said, flashing a fiendish smile.
Jessie Screamed, violently writhed, shivered and shook as Morgana stroked her soles again. Morgana then tucked Jessie's left foot under her arm and began again working the vibe into the high arch. Jessie's screamed louder than ever and really rocketed off the table, straining at the bonds that held her. Her back arched higher than before, her mouth opened wide and her eyes clenched shut.
"Oh you're really loving this, I am so pleased!"
Jessie began begging once more for her release, but all she got in reply was Morgana digging the vibe into the hypersensitive arch. That set her off to do nothing more that violent thrashing and cackling.
"I wonder how long you can keep this up?" Morgana firmly grabbed the right foot and tucking it under her arm, began rape tickling its arch for all it was worth. Jessie really took off again and it seemed that all of the circuits in her nervous system had blown all at once. She was really rocking the table and Morgana had to steady herself to keep up the tickling pressure.
"AHHHH, you're so precious and so ticklish. Kitchie, kitchie kitchie kitchieeee!" Her fingers were a blur as she tickled the tender skin all over. She raked and revved her fingers in every direction and dug in for the tender kill. Ten sharp fingernails dug deeply into the soles of the foot and Jessie screamed in torturous agony. She screamed and writhed as the tickling sensations invaded her feet as her mind was blown wide open. She was unable to sense anything except for the vibe scratching the bottom of her extremely ticklish right foot. Jessie suddenly went into silent laughter and jerked and writhed relentlessly. Her whole body was on fire and her tickler was constantly stoking that fire within her. Her back was arching far more than she ever thought it could and she was off the Richter and decibel scales in so many ways. Jessie was racked with torturous torment, racked with an agony that she never dreamed could be possible. She suddenly found her voice and began begging for release, begging for Morgana to stop.
Twenty fingers were now on her, probing, tickling and torturing every ticklish area of her feet. Her entire body was now blazing with tickles and the fires were out of control. She had no control over what was happening and the helplessness enhanced the tickling 100 per cent. Her nervous system was gone, yet her nerve endings were now sharper than ever. Even just touching her body set off explosions of volcanic screaming and writhing. She was a mass of sweat and ticklishness, experiencing one conniption after another. But Morgana continued to tickle Jessie with a hearty zeal that caused the poor girl to have one conniption after another.
Tanya's fingers again were lightning fast and were all over the foot at once, not missing a micrometer of ticklish skin. She was devious, diabolical, demented, relentless, sadistic and torturous and it was driving Jessie mad. Tanya's fingers were the fingers from hell and she vibe tickled the foot for all it was worth. She hauled back on the toes and gave the now taught sole another rape tickling of a lifetime.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHHITTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAHAHAH ASTAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHPAAAAAAAAAAAHAH HAHA HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!"
"OH, you are just too ticklish for words!" Morgana said gleefully.
Jessie was almost to the point of being insane and too far-gone. It seemed as though she was hanging on at the end of her rope and the rape tickling was slowly burning through it.
Morgana laughed at Jessie's predicament. "I'll vibe some armpits now and some ribs."
"NOOOOOO!" Jessie screamed, her voice breaking. "I'LL DIE!" then bursting into insane laughter again.
Morgana leaned over and kissed Jessie on the lips. "After all Jessie dear." She added. "You've been so exquisite for me, it's the least I can do."