Amy began to shriek and squirm frantically as the skilled fingers lightly teased and tickled nearly every inch of her. She shook her head back and forth, every muscle flexing as helpless giggles and squeals filled the room.
Lisa stood looking on in a mix of horror and delight. She knew this was only the beginning, and already her roommate Amy looked like she couldn't take much more. The Revenge girls looked like they were having the time of their lives, each using the skill of tickling they had honed over many hours of torturing each other and their other victims.
After nearly 20 minutes of this light tickling, a light sheen of sweat had formed all over Amy's tight young form. Her shrieks and giggles had become more frantic. Lisa bit her lip, not wanting to admit to herself how much she was enjoying the show. She felt an undeniable moisture forming between her legs, and longed to strip off her clothes and join in the torment. As she watched Amy twitching and struggling, her hair sticking on her glistening face, she noticed one more thing. Amy's nipples were standing at attention.
One of the ticklers must have noticed this fact as well. She loosened her corset and turned to Lisa, nodding towards Amy. Lisa stepped forward hesitantly, then took a place at Amy's side. She began tracing her nails around Amy's perfect breasts. Amy reacted immediately to a new set of tickling fingers, squealing loudly and bucking hard against her bonds. Lisa began to flick her nails across the hard nipples.
At some unseen command from the Torturess, the other ticklers began to loosen and remove some of their clothing, resuming the tickling at a faster pace and digging in harder as well. Lisa removed her top, her own hard nipples pressing tight against her bra, and continued her torment of Amy's helpless breasts.
At the heightened change of pace, Amy's giggling and squealing began to change into all out belly laughter, punctuated by shrieks and breathless begging.
"PleeasehhahaAHHAHA *gasp* ononononoNOHAHAHAha *gasp* HAhahahahahaEHEHHEAA!!! NO MOOOREpleasehahaHAHAhahahaa...*gasp*"
Lisa began to lose herself in the act of tickling. The sound of tormented laughter washed over her. The feeling of squirming slick, warm skin beneath her fingers was glorious. She longed to strip naked, but didn't yet, though she knew there would be no shame in front of these girls. It was then that she noticed that Amy's panties were growing wet, and she didn't think it was from sweat. The Torturess saw her looking and met her gaze. She smiled.
Forty five minutes into her torture, Amy got her first break, as the group removed her panties, then stripped nude to join her.
Lisa stood looking on in a mix of horror and delight. She knew this was only the beginning, and already her roommate Amy looked like she couldn't take much more. The Revenge girls looked like they were having the time of their lives, each using the skill of tickling they had honed over many hours of torturing each other and their other victims.
After nearly 20 minutes of this light tickling, a light sheen of sweat had formed all over Amy's tight young form. Her shrieks and giggles had become more frantic. Lisa bit her lip, not wanting to admit to herself how much she was enjoying the show. She felt an undeniable moisture forming between her legs, and longed to strip off her clothes and join in the torment. As she watched Amy twitching and struggling, her hair sticking on her glistening face, she noticed one more thing. Amy's nipples were standing at attention.
One of the ticklers must have noticed this fact as well. She loosened her corset and turned to Lisa, nodding towards Amy. Lisa stepped forward hesitantly, then took a place at Amy's side. She began tracing her nails around Amy's perfect breasts. Amy reacted immediately to a new set of tickling fingers, squealing loudly and bucking hard against her bonds. Lisa began to flick her nails across the hard nipples.
At some unseen command from the Torturess, the other ticklers began to loosen and remove some of their clothing, resuming the tickling at a faster pace and digging in harder as well. Lisa removed her top, her own hard nipples pressing tight against her bra, and continued her torment of Amy's helpless breasts.
At the heightened change of pace, Amy's giggling and squealing began to change into all out belly laughter, punctuated by shrieks and breathless begging.
"PleeasehhahaAHHAHA *gasp* ononononoNOHAHAHAha *gasp* HAhahahahahaEHEHHEAA!!! NO MOOOREpleasehahaHAHAhahahaa...*gasp*"
Lisa began to lose herself in the act of tickling. The sound of tormented laughter washed over her. The feeling of squirming slick, warm skin beneath her fingers was glorious. She longed to strip naked, but didn't yet, though she knew there would be no shame in front of these girls. It was then that she noticed that Amy's panties were growing wet, and she didn't think it was from sweat. The Torturess saw her looking and met her gaze. She smiled.
Forty five minutes into her torture, Amy got her first break, as the group removed her panties, then stripped nude to join her.
