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Here is a continuation of the previous story, where the famous actress Milla gets taken into Vivian her home to get some well deserved tickling 
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Part 1: “Milla The Talented Actress”
Under the dim glow of streetlights, Milla Jovovich stepped onto the set, her blue top shimmering as it clung to her body. The scene required her to seduce a bouncer to gain entrance to an exclusive party, and she knew just how to play it.
"Okay, everyone! Quiet on the set!" the director called out, his eyes already locked onto Milla's figure.
The camera started rolling, capturing every subtle movement Milla made. She sauntered up to the burly bouncer, played by a tall, muscular actor. As she approached, she deliberately lowered the neckline of her blue top, revealing more of her cleavage. The bouncer's attention was immediately drawn to her, his jaw slackening in awe.
"Let me in, won't you?" Milla purred, placing a hand gently but confidently on his chest. Her eyes danced with seductive energy, and a coy smile played upon her lips.
"Uh... I..." the bouncer stammered, clearly affected by her charm.
"Please?" she whispered, leaning in closer, the warmth of her breath tickling his earlobe.
As the director watched this scene unfold, he found himself increasingly aroused by Milla's performance. She was magnetic, her beauty and sensuality utterly captivating. He gripped the sides of his chair, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to call "cut" at some point.
"Cut!" he finally choked out, sweat beading on his forehead. "That was perfect, Milla!"
Milla, still in character, turned to the bouncer and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek. The actor flushed, grinning sheepishly as she pulled away.
"Alright, everyone," the director said, trying to regain his composure. "Wrap it up for today. Time to go home."
As the crew began to disperse, Milla stood there, basking in the knowledge that she had nailed her scene. I really am good at this, she thought, a sense of satisfaction welling up within her. And as the main character of this movie, she knew that her performance would be crucial to its success.
"Great job today, Milla," the director said, finally managing to tear his gaze away from her. "You really brought the heat."
"Thanks," Milla replied with a smile, taking a moment to fix her top before heading off the set. She was ready to rest and prepare for whatever challenges the next day would bring.
The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the backyard as Vivian sat in her chair, sipping her afternoon tea. The delicate cup felt cool against her lips. She loved this quiet, peaceful moment to herself each day, as it allowed her to reflect on her life and the things that brought her joy.
One of those joys was Emilia, her tickle slave, who had become an intriguing addition to her life. Vivian idly scrolled through her phone, enjoying the images of celebrities and fashion that filled her feed, when she stumbled upon a photo of Milla Jovovich wearing a stunning blue top that showcased her alluring figure. Vivian couldn't help but think out loud, "Oh, to get her in that blue top of hers, I would do anything."
Just then, Emilia stepped out onto the patio wearing a blue top and a pair of snug white shorts that accentuated her youthful curves. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked, "What were you saying just now?"
Vivian quickly recovered from her brief lapse into fantasy, replying, "Oh, nothing, dear."
"Are you sure?" Emilia pressed, her hands on her hips. "It sounded like you were talking about someone's blue top."
Vivian chuckled, I was thinking about how I would get you so good, tickling you through the blue top of yours.
"Okay," Emilia said excitedly, satisfied with the answer. She took a seat beside Vivian, a playful smile gracing her lips as she glanced at Vivian's phone. "I just thought maybe you were planning our next tickle session."
Vivian felt her heart race at the mention of tickling.
Emilia's gaze drifted over to the garden, where the sunlight dappled through the trees and cast an inviting glow on the lush grass. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety as she thought about the upcoming tickle session with Vivian and their friends. The gentle breeze rustled her blue top and white shorts as she turned back to face Vivian.
"Are you ready for the tickle session this afternoon?" Vivian asked, her tone both motherly and teasing. "Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella will be joining us again!"
Vivian smiled, observing the nervous excitement in Emilia's eyes. "Yes,mistress," Emilia replied, her tone quivering slightly. "But that's how you like it, isn't it? They know exactly which buttons to push." Vivian reached out and gave Emilia's hand a comforting squeeze, feeling the warmth of her skin.
Emilia bit her lip, considering Vivian's words. She's right, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. It's thrilling when they take it so far. I can't deny that I enjoy it. She looked down at their entwined hands, aware of the growing heat between them.
"True," Emilia admitted aloud, her cheeks flushed. "I guess I'm just…a little scared, too. They're all so…intense."
"Embrace that fear, darling," Vivian counseled gently, her eyes soft with understanding. "It's part of the experience. You'll see, once we get started, you'll be overcome with pleasure and laughter."
Emilia breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. Her pulse raced as she imagined herself being tickled mercilessly by her friends, their fingers dancing across her most sensitive spots, eliciting uncontrollable laughter from deep within her. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "I trust you, Vivian."
Emilia couldn't help but She's right, Emilia thought, her resolve strengthening. The fear is part of what makes it so thrilling.
Emilia looked out at the sun-drenched garden, feeling the warm breeze brush against her skin. She took a deep breath and smiled, feeling a surge of excitement course through her. "You're right, Vivian," she said, unable to suppress a grin. "I can't wait, actually!"
"Ah, there's that enthusiasm!" Vivian beamed, opening her arms wide. "Come here and give Mistress a hug."
Emilia stepped forward and carefully lowered herself onto Vivian's lap, straddling her thighs. As Vivian's arms enveloped her in a tight embrace, Emilia wrapped her own arms around Vivian's neck, her face nestled against the soft swell of Vivian's cleavage. The lush scent of Vivian's perfume filled Emilia's nostrils, making her feel safe and cherished.
"Such a good little tickle slave, aren't you?" Vivian murmured into Emilia's ear, her voice tender yet teasing.
"Yes, I am," Emilia whispered back, basking in the warmth of Vivian's body and the intimacy of their connection.
Suddenly, Vivian's fingers began to dance across Emilia's sides, sending shivers down her spine. She squirmed and let out a small giggle, her eyes widening in surprise. “Not yet,” she screamed as laughter bubbled up inside her, it's not time for the session yet!
"Choochie choochie coo!" Vivian teased playfully, her fingers relentless in their tickling assault.
"Wait, not yet!" Emilia laughed, wriggling free from Vivian's grip. She jumped off Vivian's lap and sprinted towards the house, the sound of her own laughter filling the air.
Vivian rose from her chair, a wicked smile on her lips. "The chase is half the fun, my dear!" she called out as she followed Emilia, her own laughter mingling with the younger woman's.
As Emilia raced through the open doorway, her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation fueling her every step. She knew that once the tickle session began, she'd be at the mercy of Vivian and their friends, but there was also something undeniably thrilling about the vulnerability and the closeness it brought between them.
Part 2: “A Perfect Plan”
Milla sat in her cozy room, the sunlight streaming through the curtains casting a warm glow over her. She lounged on the plush carpet, her feet bare and delicately tracing circles over each other. Her soles were soft and supple, the high arches accentuating their graceful shape, while her toes playfully tapped against one another. She smiled at her phone, chatting with friends and enjoying her leisurely weekend.
Wrapped in a comfortable robe, Milla reveled in the knowledge that she had a full week to herself. She planned to spend it relaxing at home, indulging in self-care and recharging from her busy actress life. The doorbell rang unexpectedly, breaking her out of her peaceful reverie.
"Who could that be?" she wondered as she made her way to the front door.
Upon opening it, Milla was greeted by three women: Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella. They all appeared attractive and ordinary, their cleavage teasingly on display. Milla raised an eyebrow, curious about their sudden appearance.
"Hi there," Milla said with a friendly smile. "What can I do for you?"
"Hey!" Isabella replied, gesturing towards Dominique. "We're helping her move, and we need someone to help us get a table into the car. Two of us have back pain, so we could really use some extra muscle."
"Sure, no problem!" Milla agreed, eager to lend a hand. "Come in, and let me get dressed first."
As Milla retreated upstairs to change, she couldn't help but feel intrigued by these women and their request. It wasn't every day that strangers knocked on her door, seeking assistance. She shook off the feeling, focusing on getting ready to help them with their task. Little did she know what lay ahead and how her free week would take an unexpected turn.
Milla closed the door behind her and hurried up the stairs, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and curiosity. Once in her room, she quickly slipped out of her warm robe, revealing her beautiful body clad in a set of alluring underwear. The bra hugged her curves snugly, barely containing her ample bosom, while her nipples pressed against the fabric, showing their stiffness.
She reached for the blue top and denim shorts, dressing herself in haste to accommodate her unexpected guests. As Milla secured the straps of her sandals, she couldn't help but feel good about helping some woman out.
"Alright, I'm ready!" Milla announced as she stepped outside. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on her skin.
"Great!" Isabella said, gesturing towards the small bus parked nearby. "If you could climb into the back and help us get the table inside, that would be fantastic."
"Of course," Milla replied, walking toward the vehicle with determination.
As she climbed into the back, Milla noticed how cramped the space was, filled with an assortment of boxes and furniture. She gripped the edges of the table and heaved it into the bus with surprising ease. However, after sliding the table in place, she realized there was no room left to maneuver herself out.
"Uh, girls? It looks like I'm kind of stuck in here," she joked nervously, trying to find humor in the situation.
"Perfect," one of the women responded, her voice laced with mischief. "Let's go, girls."
Before Milla had a chance to react, the doors slammed shut, plunging her into darkness. The sound of laughter echoed from outside as the engine roared to life. Panic surged through her veins, and her mind raced with thoughts of what was happening.
"Great," Milla thought bitterly. "There goes my relaxing, free week."
As the bus began to move, Milla braced herself, unsure of what lay ahead and how her life had taken such an unexpected turn.
Part 3:”Vivian’s Perfect Plan”
Vivian's fingers traced a delicate line around Emilia's nipple through her blue top, causing goosebumps to rise on her captive's sensitive flesh. The dim lighting in the basement flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls and highlighting the various contraptions that filled the space. Emilia's heart raced as she lay restrained on the X-frame, her body stretched out and vulnerable with Vivian straddling her.
"Ah..." Emilia gasped, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Vivian couldn't help but admire the perfection before her – Emilia's smooth skin, the curve of her breasts, and the enticing smile that played on her lips despite the situation.
"Ticklish, are we?" Vivian teased, smirking as she moved her fingers to Emilia's exposed armpits. She stroked them lightly, her touch feather-like, making Emilia squirm beneath her. Laughter bubbled up from Emilia's throat, and Vivian knew she had found another sweet spot.
"Be good for me, okay?" Vivian said softly, picking up a gag from a nearby table. Emilia looked into her captor's eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding and opening her mouth submissively. As Vivian secured the gag in place, Emilia let her head fall back, her chest heaving slightly. Here we go she thought.
"Ready?" Vivian asked, her voice laced with anticipation. Emilia's muffled giggle was all the confirmation she needed.
As Emilia succumbed to the tickling and teasing, it became clear that this unique form of submission was something that both captor and captive found exhilarating.
Vivian's fingers danced from Emilia's armpits to her legs, the sultry smile on her face never wavering. She gripped Emilia's thigh, her nails digging into the soft flesh just beneath the denim shorts. Emilia's laughter intensified, her body writhing in a desperate attempt to escape the relentless tickling.
"Ah, I love this spot," Vivian cooed, her fingers exploring Emilia's inner thighs with wicked delight. "You're so sensitive here, my dear."
Emilia couldn't help but scream through her gag, the ticklish sensation overwhelming her senses. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend how something so simple could evoke such powerful reactions within her.
"Please... please..." she thought, knowing that even if she could speak, Vivian would not listen. The torment, however, was also thrilling, and Emilia found herself drawn to the sensation, the vulnerability, and the complete loss of control.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, echoing through the basement and breaking the intensity of the moment. Vivian paused, her head tilting slightly as she listened.
"Stay right there, love," she whispered, placing a chaste kiss on Emilia's gag as she stood up. Emilia could taste her own saliva, the sensation both humiliating and intoxicating.
Vivian walked over to a nearby shelf and retrieved a thin blanket, draping it over Emilia's bound form. Though the fabric obscured her vision, she could still feel Vivian's presence, her heat, and her hunger for control.
"Sweet dreams, my little tickle toy," Vivian murmured into Emilia's ear before delivering one final barrage of tickles to her ribs. The sudden attack caught her off guard, and she howled with laughter, the sound muffled by the gag.
As Vivian ascended the stairs, leaving Emilia alone in the dimly lit basement, Emilia's thoughts swirled, a mix of fear, excitement, and anticipation. What will happen next? Will Vivian return to continue her torment, or is this just the beginning of something even more intense?
Vivian's heart pounded in anticipation as she opened the front door, revealing Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella standing on her doorstep. Their faces were a mix of excitement and mischief, eyes brimming with secrets.
"Did it work?" Vivian asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"Yep, she's in the van," Scarlett confirmed, a grin spreading across her face. "It was really easy. She even wears that blue top you like."
"Perfect," Vivian murmured, her excitement growing. She couldn't wait to have Milla at her mercy, to explore the woman's laugh and the many ways she could elicit it. She could hardly contain herself as she beckoned the trio inside, her mind racing with possibilities.
Outside, Milla's pulse quickened when she felt the van come to a stop. Her body tensed, unsure of what awaited her. The vehicle's doors swung open, revealing Vivian flanked by the three women who had brought her here. Vivian's leather outfit hugged her curves, accentuating her busty cleavage and giving her an air of undeniable dominance.
"Hey, Milla," Vivian said, her voice smooth and reassuring. "You don't have to worry. We only had to do this because otherwise, we feared you wouldn't come. Now, will you join us for some tea?"
"Tea?" Milla repeated incredulously, her confusion quickly turning to indignation. "Do I have a choice?"
"Not really," Isabella joked, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"Fine," Milla huffed. "Can you move the table, then?"
The women obliged, clearing a path for Milla to step out of the van. As she followed them inside, her thoughts raced with questions. Why am I here? What does this Vivian want from me?
Vivian led them to the parlor, her excitement only growing as she prepared to introduce Milla to her world of tickling and laughter. She couldn't help but glance back at the basement door.
The warmth of the parlor enveloped Milla as she entered, the richly upholstered furniture and ornate decorations a stark contrast to the cold metal confines of the van. A steaming pot of tea sat on the coffee table, accompanied by delicate china cups and saucers. Dominique's slender fingers poured the tea with practiced ease, passing a cup to Milla.
"Here you go," she said, her eyes meeting Milla's for a moment before flitting away.
"Thanks," Milla replied, taking the cup in her shaking hands. She sipped the tea, letting its warmth spread through her body, but it did little to calm her nerves.
"Nice outfit, Vivian," Milla remarked, eyeing the other woman's leather attire. "What's that for? Some kind of hobby?"
Vivian smirked, the corners of her mouth curling up slowly. "You could say that," she replied cryptically. "But it's not something everyone appreciates."
Milla's mind raced, trying to decipher what Vivian meant. What kind of hobby is she talking about? And does it have anything to do with why I'm here?
She felt an odd drowsiness creeping over her, her eyelids growing heavy as her head began to bob. Why am I so tired all of a sudden? she wondered.
"Feeling sleepy, Milla?" Scarlett asked, a playful smile playing on her full lips.
"Y-yeah," Milla stammered, struggling to keep her eyes open. The room seemed to tilt around her, and she sank into the plush armchair, gripping the arms tightly.
"Maybe you should rest," Isabella suggested gently, watching her with a mix of concern and amusement.
"Rest… sounds good," Milla mumbled, her words slurring as her head lolled back against the chair. Darkness closed in around her, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
"Let's get her downstairs," Vivian commanded, her voice hushed but firm. The other women moved quickly to Milla's side, lifting her limp form from the chair with surprising ease. Together, they carried her down to the basement, taking care to avoid any creaking floorboards that might betray their movements to Emilia.
As they reached the room where Emilia couldn't hear them, Vivian's excitement surged once more. This is going to be so much fun, she thought, imagining the ticklish torment she had in store for Milla.
Part 4: “The Start of a Long Torture”
Milla found herself tightly bound to an X frame, her limbs stretched out and secured at each end. The ropes dug into her soft flesh, leaving red marks on her wrists and ankles. As she slept uneasily, she was unaware of the three women who had tied her up: Vivian, Monique, Isabella and Scarlett.
"Look at her," Monique said with a sinister grin, "she's completely helpless."
"Aw, poor little Milla," Vivian cooed mockingly, running a finger along Milla's exposed side, making her shudder in her sleep. "She's going to be tickled so hard, she'll wish she never got in that van."
The other woman chuckled darkly. "I can't wait to hear her scream with laughter."
As the three women continued their banter, Milla's breathing grew heavier and more labored. It was as if her body instinctively knew that something was wrong, even in its unconscious state.
"Shh, let her sleep for now," Vivian whispered, placing a well-manicured fingertip against her lips. "We want her fully rested before we start our fun."
"Agreed," Monique said, nodding. "Let her have her last moments of peace. Soon enough, she'll be begging for mercy."
Isabella, Dominique, and Scarlett dressed in their black leather outfits which clung to their bodies like a second skin. The sound of zippers filled the room as they prepared for whatever plans they had in store. "Vivian, we're heading out," Dominique announced, her voice low and sultry.
"Take your time, ladies. I'll entertain our guest while you're gone," Vivian replied with a wicked grin. With a final tug, she secured Milla's wrist even tighter to the X frame. Her fingers danced lightly just below Milla's earlobe, grazing the sensitive skin there.
As the door clicked shut behind the departing trio, Milla's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry at first. Panic set in when she realized her predicament - bound to the X frame, she was unable to move and completely at Vivian's mercy. Her heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. "W-what's happening?" she stammered, fear lacing her words.
"Shhh, it's okay, Milla," Vivian cooed, trying to appear soothing despite the sinister glint in her eyes. She gently glided her hand over Milla's cheek, brushing away a stray strand of hair. Milla instinctively pulled back, but the restraints held her firmly in place. "What are you going to do with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Relax, darling," Vivian purred, her excitement barely contained. "You're going to have an experience you won't soon forget." Every nerve in Milla's body screamed at her to escape, but she knew it was futile. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but acknowledge the beautiful woman standing before her. In different circumstances, she might have been drawn to her.
As Vivian's fingers traced patterns on Milla's cheek, she tried to focus on the sensation, attempting to find some small comfort in the soft touch.
"Trust me, Milla, you'll learn to enjoy this," Vivian whispered, her fingers leaving Milla's cheek and slowly tracing a path down her neck. They danced across her collarbone before slipping beneath the fabric of her top, finding their way to her exposed midriff.
"Hey!" Milla exclaimed, giggling in surprise as Vivian's fingers began tickling her belly lightly. "What are you doing? That tickles! Haha!"
"Your body is even more perfect than I imagined, Milla," Vivian murmured, continuing her teasing exploration of Milla's sensitive skin. The fear in Milla's eyes was gradually being replaced with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Unable to help herself, she smiled hesitantly and said, "Thank you."
"Please release me now," Milla pleaded, tugging at her restraints in vain. Her laughter had ceased, but her heart continued to race from both fear and the unexpected intimacy of the situation.
"First, let's give this beautiful belly some proper attention, shall we?" Vivian replied, her voice a seductive purr. And with that, she dug her fingers into Milla's sides, causing her to erupt in laughter once again.
"Tickle, tickle, Milla!" Vivian teased as she expertly navigated the soft curves of Milla's abdomen, evoking peals of laughter from the helpless woman. She focused on the spot just below her ribs, drawing out frenzied giggles and gasps for breath.
"Stop, please!" Milla begged between laughs. "It's too much! I can't move!"
In those moments, Milla's thoughts raced, trying to process the strange turn of events that had led her to this point. She found herself torn between the fear of her captivity and the undeniable thrill that Vivian's touch elicited within her. As her laughter subsided into breathless gasps, she wondered what other surprises Vivian had in store for her.
Vivian, clad in her tight leather suit, leaned in closer to Milla. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and a wicked grin spread across her face. "I want to make you scream," she whispered sensually, her breath hot against Milla's ear.
Milla couldn't help but admit that Vivian was incredibly attractive. The thought of being tickled stirred something inside her, reminding her of the innocent times when she had asked her mom or friends to tickle her for fun. But this situation was far from innocent, and the intense sensations were overwhelming.
"Are you fully awake now, my dear Milla?" Vivian asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Let's get started with the real stuff." She glanced down at Milla's exposed armpits, framed by the straps of her top. "Your armpits are so vulnerable like this, aren't they?"
Milla's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't suppress a small gasp of fear and excitement. "No, not my armpits, please," she pleaded, even as the thought of being tickled there sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her body. Memories of her aunt tickling her there during childhood sleepovers came flooding back, mingling with the current predicament.
"Ah, so you do have some experience with tickling, huh?" Vivian teased, reading Milla's reaction with uncanny accuracy. "Well, I promise you've never experienced anything quite like this."
"Please, don't," Milla begged again, the words barely audible as she braced herself for what was to come. As much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a part of her that secretly craved the sensation – the vulnerability, the intimacy, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins. It was a dangerous cocktail that she knew she couldn't resist for long.
"Here we go," Vivian murmured, a devious smile on her lips as she raised her fingers to Milla's exposed armpits.
Vivian's eyes narrowed as she observed Milla, her gaze intense and predatory. "I see your nipples stiffening, Milla. Don't hide it from me," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that caused an involuntary shiver to run down Milla's spine.
Milla's breath hitched in her throat; she couldn't deny that she was getting turned on, even if she wasn't ready for the intensity of Vivian's touch. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as Vivian's fingers slowly grazed her ribcage, teasingly close to her sensitive armpits.
"Please," Milla whispered, her eyes pleading with Vivian. But the other woman merely grinned, her fingers dancing lightly over Milla's skin, eliciting a torrent of giggles and gasps.
"Tickle, tickle," Vivian cooed, increasing the pressure of her fingertips. Milla's laughter grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing helplessly against the restraints as Vivian's expert touch explored every inch of her exposed flesh.
"Vivian, oh my God, please!" Milla screamed, the tickling sensation becoming almost unbearable. "Someone, help!"
"Nobody's coming to save you, my dear," Vivian taunted, leaning in close so that her warm breath ghosted over Milla's flushed face. "It's just you, me, and all this delicious tickling."
Milla's eyes filled with tears as she laughed uncontrollably, her chest heaving with the effort to draw in air between her gasps and shrieks. Sweat trickled down her temples and pooled in the hollows of her collarbone, her body trembling from the relentless onslaught of Vivian's skilled fingers.
Why do I crave this so much? Milla thought, even as she begged for mercy. The rush of emotions – fear, arousal, and the sheer vulnerability of being at Vivian's mercy – threatened to overwhelm her completely.
"Please," she whimpered once more, her voice barely audible above her own laughter. "Please... stop."
For a moment, it seemed as though Vivian might relent, her fingers slowing their torturous dance. But then, with a wicked grin, she redoubled her efforts, tickling Milla harder than ever before, leaving her no choice but to surrender to the maddening sensations that coursed through her body.
Part 5: “More Intensity”
Milla's chest heaved, her breaths shallow and labored. Vivian looked down at Milla, smirking. "Enough pleading from you," she said. "Let's get you gagged."Vivian walked out of the room.
Emilia lay on the X-frame, still gagged and adrift in a state of bliss. Vivian approached her quietly, her eyes lighting up mischievously. She lightly tickled Emilia over the blanket, her fingers dancing rapidly across her body. Emilia stirred, a mixture of surprise and excitement crossing her features.
"Ah, you don't need this one anymore," Vivian whispered, slowly removing the blanket from Emilia's head. With a gentle tug, she pulled off the gag, revealing Emilia's grateful smile. Vivian leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on her lips before replacing the blanket over her.
As Vivian reentered the room where Milla was tied up, she held up the gag, now glistening with saliva. "Here we go; this will help," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"No way, Vivian," Milla protested, her defiance evident despite her vulnerable position.
Vivian's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I thought you would say something like that." Without warning, she plunged her fingers into Milla's exposed armpits, expertly tickling the sensitive skin. Milla couldn't help but burst into laughter, her chest heaving and tears streaming down her face as Vivian continued her relentless assault on her ticklish spots.
In between gasps for air, Milla wondered how she had ended up in such a predicament. But she couldn't deny that part of her enjoyed this unexpected turn of events. The feeling of utter vulnerability, combined with Vivian's touch, sent a shiver down her spine. But she knew better than to let her captor see just how much she enjoyed it. For now, all Milla could do was laugh and hope for some mercy.
Milla's laughter echoed through the room as Vivian continued her relentless tickling, her fingers dancing across Milla's exposed skin. The sensation was unbearable and thrilling all at once, leaving Milla gasping for breath. Finally, Vivian paused, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
"Ready for this?" Vivian asked, holding up the saliva-soaked gag in her hand. Milla tried to shake her head, but Vivian seemed unfazed by her resistance. Her other hand resumed its torturous tickling, causing Milla to squeal and squirm in her restraints.
"Please, no more!" she begged between bouts of laughter, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. As Milla's body writhed from the tickling, Vivian seized the opportunity to push the wet ball into her mouth, muffling her laughter and screams. With a satisfied grin, Vivian secured the gag behind Milla's head, effectively silencing her.
Defeated and bound, Milla couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She began to accept her situation, even finding the dominant nature of Vivian intriguing. It wasn't lost on her that her nipples had stiffened, betraying her conflicting feelings towards her captive experience.
Vivian noticed Milla's gaze lingering on her cleavage, barely contained by her tight leather outfit. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "You like leather?" she asked, her voice sultry and teasing.
Milla, unable to answer with words, hesitated before giving a slow nod of affirmation. She couldn't deny the allure of Vivian's leather attire, the way it hugged her curves and accentuated her powerful presence.
"Good," Vivian purred, pleased with Milla's response. "Maybe you're not so different from Emilia after all."
Milla's mind raced with uncertainty, her body still tingling from the tickling. She wondered what other torments Vivian had planned and whether she would find herself succumbing to the strange pleasure of pain. And who was Emilia?
Seeing that Milla had surrendered to her desires, Vivian leaned in closer, allowing her cleavage to press against Milla's neck. The softness of her breasts contrasted with the cool, supple leather, creating a sensory experience that Milla couldn't help but be captivated by. Her eyes widened as she watched the two breasts rise and fall with each of Vivian's breaths.
"Ah, you do like this, don't you, dirty girl?" Vivian teased, her voice dripping with seduction. Milla's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth. Through her gag, she managed a weak smile, acknowledging her captor's words.
"From now on," Vivian commanded, "you'll address me as Mistress. Do you understand?" Milla hesitated before nodding, her face still locked onto the captivating sight of Vivian's cleavage.
"Good girl," Vivian praised. "Now let's see how well you can accept the tickling, shall we?"
Milla's heart raced as Vivian took hold of the hem of her top, her fingers barely brushing against her skin. Every touch sent shivers down Milla's spine, but the intensity only grew as Vivian traced the outline of her top upward, tickling her body in the process. She giggled through her gag, her laughter muffled yet clearly conveying her delight.
Vivian continued to pull the fabric higher, inching its way up Milla's belly until it threatened to expose her breasts. With a wicked grin, Vivian paused just before the reveal. "My, my...no bra, Milla? You naughty girl."
Milla's face turned an even deeper shade of red, but despite her embarrassment, she couldn't deny the strange thrill of being exposed and vulnerable in front of Vivian. As the tickling continued, Milla found herself questioning her own limits and desires, wondering just how far she would let her captor go.
"Ready for more, Milla?" Vivian asked, her voice dripping with seduction. Milla could only nod in response, anticipation building within her.
Vivian's fingers danced playfully beneath Milla's breasts, causing her to burst into laughter once more. The sensation was both ticklish and erotic, and Milla found herself moaning involuntarily through the gag.
"Ah, there we go," Vivian cooed, a satisfied smile crossing her lips. "I knew you'd learn to like it."
As Milla's laughter subsided, Vivian decided to take the tickling to another level. She moved her hands down to Milla's perfect abs, which tensed under her touch. Vivian began to trace intricate patterns across Milla's toned stomach, eliciting a symphony of muffled giggles and moans.
"Are you enjoying this, my pet?" Vivian teased, her hands never relenting in their mission to tickle and arouse.
Milla squirmed helplessly, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The tickling was unbearable, yet she couldn't deny the pleasure that accompanied it. Her thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the situation. How could something so torturous also be so tantalizing?
"Please... Mistress..." Milla attempted to plead through her gag, her eyes begging for mercy while her body betrayed her genuine arousal.
"Such a good girl," Vivian praised, pausing briefly to stroke Milla's cheek affectionately before resuming her relentless tickling. "But I think we can push you even further, don't you?"
Part 6: “Tickle Games”
Vivian's eyes flickered down to Milla's chest, her nipples so stiff they resembled small knobs pushing against the thin fabric of her blue top. Vivian ceased tickling Milla's abs and moved in closer, a wicked grin playing across her lips. "Wow, you must really like this," she teased.
Milla felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she met Vivian's gaze with wide, puppy-like eyes. Gagged and helpless, all she could manage was a muffled grunt in response. Her heart pounded in her chest, unsure of what Vivian would do next or how much more intense things would become.
"Want to feel alive?" Vivian whispered, her warm breath grazing Milla's face.
Milla's only reply was an involuntary shiver that coursed through her body, betraying her excitement. She watched as Vivian's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path through the air, inching ever closer to Milla's hard nipples. When finally her fingertips made contact with the soft fabric, Milla jolted back, pleasure washing over her.
"Ah, such a sweet sound," Vivian purred, delighting in Milla's gagged giggles and moans. "Let's see how much more we can get from you."
As Vivian began to trace circles around Milla's breasts, she purposely avoided touching her nipples directly. Milla squirmed, wanting more but unable to convey her desire. The teasing was almost too much to bear, her mind swimming in a sea of sensory overload.
"Look at me, Milla," Vivian commanded softly, her voice laced with seduction.
Milla's gaze was drawn back to Vivian, their eyes locking in a heated exchange. As if on cue, Vivian's finger found Milla's nipple and began to tickle it gently. The sensation was overwhelming, and Milla couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan through her gag.
"Ah, that's it," Vivian purred, her own body reacting to Milla's pleasure as she bounced up and down slightly, caught in the sensory overload of the moment.
Milla's mind raced, struggling to process the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire, the pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. She wanted more, needed more, but the gag prevented her from communicating her desires.
As they maintained eye contact, Vivian leaned in closer, close enough for Milla to feel the warmth of her breath on her cheeks. With a teasing smile, Vivian pressed her lips against Milla's gagged mouth, stealing a forbidden kiss.
"Tickle, tickle..." Vivian whispered playfully, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on Milla's body. One hand returned to the sensitive skin of Milla's armpit while the other remained focused on her nipple.
Milla struggled to catch her breath, feeling like she was going crazy from the pleasure. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, each new touch sending her spiraling further into the depths of ecstasy. She could barely register what was happening beyond the electric connection between her and Vivian, so lost in the whirlwind of feelings that nothing else mattered.
As Vivian continued to tease and torment her, Milla knew she had never felt so alive.
Milla's heart pounded in her chest like a caged bird when the knock on the door jolted her back to reality. The sound of Isabella's voice sent a shiver down her spine, anticipation and fear mingling in her veins.
"Come in," Vivian called out, her fingers still lazily tracing circles around Milla's nipples. Milla's face burned with embarrassment as the door swung open, revealing Isabella, Scarlett, and Dominique striding into the room. Dressed in leather outfits that hugged their curves, they looked like irresistible temptresses, each one more alluring than the last.
"Caught you red-handed," Isabella teased, her eyes alight with mischief. Milla squirmed under their gazes, feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet unable to deny the heat pooling between her legs.
"Seems our dear Milla here loves nipple teasing even more than Emilia," Vivian remarked, her voice dripping with pride.
"Really? That's surprising," Scarlett said, arching an eyebrow as she studied Milla's flushed expression. Dominique merely smirked, saying nothing but letting her gaze wander over Milla's heaving chest.
Milla couldn't help but lean forward slightly, unconsciously seeking out the attention and touch of these gorgeous women. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions – shame at her predicament, and an undeniable longing for more of the pleasure Vivian had given her.
"Let me take care of those for you," Vivian murmured, stepping closer to Milla once more. And as she resumed her teasing of Milla's nipples, she captured Milla's lips in another searing kiss, stealing Milla's breath away.
"Is this what you wanted?" Milla thought to herself as her body quivered with desire, trying to make sense of the situation. She could only nod silently, her eyes pleading for release, as the women continued to surround her, each one a temptation she couldn't resist.
Isabella's sultry voice whispered into Milla's ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Ready for the real torture? You will be pushed past every human limit." Milla's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She looked into Isabella's piercing eyes and nodded with puppy-like eagerness, despite the gag that made her saliva trickle down her chin. Her body trembled on the edge of release, craving the intensity that Isabella promised.
"Let's get those feet as well," Dominique chimed in with a wicked grin. She began teasing Milla by lightly tickling her through her sandals. Milla couldn't help but giggle behind her gag, her body squirming desperately to escape the sensation.
"Stop it!!" Milla screamed in her thoughts, unable to vocalize her frustration. She knew she was powerless against these women, and part of her relished in the vulnerability. The more they toyed with her, the closer she came to losing control completely.
"Ah, you're so sensitive," Dominique taunted, delighting in Milla's reactions. She slowly loosened the straps of Milla's sandals, smirking as she issued a warning. "If you wiggle too much and they fall off, I'll get to tickle you even harder."
Milla's breath hitched at the thought – she didn't know if she could handle more intense sensations. Her mind raced, torn between wanting to comply and the instinctual need to resist.
"Be careful, Milla," Isabella purred, her lips brushing against Milla's earlobe. "We're just getting started."
As the women continued their torment, Milla felt herself slipping further into a haze of pleasure. She knew she was dancing on the edge, and part of her longed to be pushed over, to experience the unknown depths that awaited her. But another part held back, fearing the consequences of surrendering completely.
"Can I really handle this?" Milla wondered, her body quaking with anticipation. Only time would tell.
Part 7: “Never Ending..”
Scarlett's nimble fingers danced skillfully as she unstrapped Milla's second sandal, mirroring Dominique's earlier actions. The room was charged with anticipation, and Milla could feel her body responding to the seductive kisses Vivian had been bestowing upon her.
With a conspiratorial wink shared between Scarlett and Dominique, they began their tickling assault on Milla's sensitive skin. Gentle fingertips grazed over her toes, causing her to squirm in delight and break away from Vivian's kiss to release an involuntary laugh.
"Ah, don't move too much, dear," Vivian chided playfully, her voice laced with amusement. "You heard the rules!"
As Milla attempted to control her writhing, one of her sandals slipped off and fell to the floor. Dominique pounced on the opportunity to tease her further. "Ah-oh, that is a punishment!" Her eyes gleamed mischievously. "Luckily, I have more room now."
Dominique held Milla's foot firmly while Scarlett reached for a hairbrush. Her grin grew wider as she brandished it like a weapon. "Here, this will make her scream."
With calculated precision, Scarlett began brushing the bristles against Milla's sole, sending waves of pleasure and ticklish sensations through her body. Milla couldn't help but let out a moan, her voice a mix of laughter and ecstasy as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.
I can't believe this is happening, Milla thought, attempting to regain some semblance of control over her body. But it feels so good...
"Please!" she gasped between breathless giggles. "I... I can't take it anymore!"
"Already?" asked Scarlett, feigning innocence.
Milla's body quivered on the verge of release, her mind a whirlwind of arousal and ticklish sensations. Her eyes darted to Vivian as she taunted, "Are you ready for all forty fingers, Milla?"
"Please," Milla begged in a breathless whisper, feeling the pleasure building inside her like a storm about to break.
Vivian tilted her head and studied Milla's flushed face. "This body is so hot and ticklish," she said to the other women. "I wonder if she will cum from the tickling the same way Emilia did."
Emilia? Milla's thoughts raced, but there was no time to dwell on it as Vivian suddenly declared, "Wait! I have an idea." She strode to another room, leaving Milla panting and desperate for the stimulation she craved.
Her fingers traced circles on her hips, trying to keep the pleasure alive. She needed it now more than ever.
When Vivian returned, she pushed an X frame into view. Tied to it and covered with a blanket was Emilia, sleeping peacefully despite her bindings. The women laughed, and Milla's heart pounded with anticipation.
"A contest between the two?" Dominique asked with a devilish smile. "Yes, indeed." Vivian responded.
Milla stared at the covered figure, curiosity mingling with her arousal. What sort of contest could this be? And who is Emilia?
"Let the games begin," Vivian announced, her voice ringing with authority.
Milla's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body trembled with anticipation, and the need for release drove her to the edge of sanity.
Vivian's fingers danced lightly on the blanket covering Emilia, barely brushing the fabric. The room went quiet as everyone awaited a reaction. After what felt like an eternity, Emilia's laughter erupted from beneath the blanket, soft at first but growing louder as Vivian continued her tickling assault.
"Alright," Vivian announced, yanking the blanket off Emilia in one fluid motion. Milla and Emilia locked eyes, both sets wide with shock and disbelief.
"Emilia Clarke?" Milla managed to utter through her gag, her voice muffled but unmistakable.
"Is that... Milla Jovovich?" Emilia replied just as incredulously.
The women around them laughed, enjoying the unexpected twist in their game. Vivian grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Well, I guess we don't have to introduce you two anymore."
"Seems we've stumbled upon each other's little secret," Emilia whispered, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
"Enough chit-chat," Vivian interrupted. "Let's get started. We'll split into two teams – Isabelle and Scarlett will tickle Emilia, Dominique and I will tickle Milla. First actress to orgasm wins!"
This is insane, Milla thought, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't deny the thrill this bizarre contest brought her, knowing that another celebrity shared her kink.
"Ready? Set... Go!" Vivian declared, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Part 8: “The finale”
Emilia's laughter bubbled up from deep within her chest, a delightful symphony as Scarlett perched atop her. The warmth of the other woman's leather-clad body pressed against her through her shorts, sending an electric thrill coursing through Emilia.
"Tickle, tickle," Scarlett teased, her fingers dancing across Emilia's exposed armpits, eliciting another round of delicious laughter. Emilia tried to squirm away from the relentless tickling, but found herself bound by the restraints, her movements limited and vulnerable. Her eyes were helplessly drawn to Scarlett's cleavage, framed perfectly by her arching back.
"Ahhh yes! Tickle me, please, tickle me!" Emilia cried out, her voice breathless and desperate. The sound of her pleas reached Milla, who couldn't help but be aroused by the scene unfolding before her.
As the tickling continued, Isabella came into view, gracefully lowering herself onto Emilia's shin, effectively pinning her foot in place. Emilia's heart raced at the sight of the oil glistening on Isabella's fingertips, her mind immediately connecting it to the torturous tickling she was about to endure.
"Scarlett, please," Emilia begged, her voice breaking with anticipation. "Please don't let her do it."
"Emilia, you know you want this," Scarlett replied, her tone sultry and confident. "Let Milla hear how much you're enjoying it."
Isabella's fingers glided across Emilia's foot, spreading the slick oil over the sensitive skin. The feeling of their slippery touch sent shivers up Emilia's spine, her breath hitching in her throat. She knew what was coming next, and yet, there was no escaping the intense sensations that awaited her.
"Please," Emilia whispered. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting desires, but one thing was certain: she couldn't resist the all-consuming power of the tickling game.
Isabella's eyes gleamed with mischief as she picked up a stiff-bristled brush, smirking at Scarlett. "Why don't you take care of her nipples? I'll handle her feet," she suggested, her voice dripping with playful cruelty.
"Of course," Scarlett agreed, her fingers already moving to Emilia's nipples, expertly arousing them. The sensations were overwhelming, each touch amplified by the tickling that had come before.
Emilia gasped and writhed, her laughter choked out of her, as her body succumbed to the onslaught of stimulation. Her mind swam with the intensity of it all, drenched in the electric current that surged through her nerves.
"Please... no more..." she managed to whimper between breathless chuckles, her face flushed crimson. But she knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears, only stoking the fire within her tormentors.
"Aw, poor Emilia," Scarlett teased, not stopping her ministrations for a moment. "You know you love this."
As Scarlett continued to skillfully manipulate Emilia's nipples, Isabella brought the brush to bear on her slick, oil-coated feet. The bristles bit into the tender flesh, sending shivers up Emilia's spine as their harsh caress danced across her soles.
"Ah! Ahhh!" Emilia's laughter returned with a vengeance, accompanied by desperate screams as the tickling intensified. She couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain anymore – it was all just one impossible torrent of sensation.
Scarlett leaned in close, her fingers still working their magic on Emilia's nipples, and pressed her lips against Emilia's laughing face. Emilia's thoughts were consumed by the taste and feel of those lips, a brief moment of solace amid the storm of tickling.
"Emilia," Scarlett whispered softly, "you're in heaven now, aren't you?"
Emilia's mind raced, struggling to make sense of the situation. Was this heaven? Hell? Some twisted limbo between the two? She knew only one thing: she was powerless to resist the pleasure that threatened to consume her.
"Y-yes," she stammered, her body trembling with a mix of laughter and lust. "Yes, Scarlett... I am."
Milla's eyes widened, captivated by the sight of Emilia, her body writhing in helpless laughter under Scarlett's skilled touch. She could feel her own arousal building, the room thick with the intoxicating scent of desire.
"Alright, Milla," Vivian said, a wicked smile curling her lips. "We've let you enjoy the show long enough. Now it's your turn."
Milla nodded into her gag, anticipation and anxiety swirling together within her. As Vivian approached, she couldn't help but buck against her restraints, drawn to the woman who would be her tormentor.
"Ready for me to tickle those sensitive armpits of yours?" Vivian teased, letting her fingers hover just above Milla's exposed skin. With a coy grin, she leaned into Milla, pressing their breasts together as she forced her back against the X frame.
"Unggh!" Milla grunted through the gag, feeling her heart race at the intimate contact. Despite her predicament, she couldn't deny how much this excited her.
Vivian's hands finally made contact with Milla's armpits, sending an electric shock through her body. Milla's laughter was muffled by the gag, but her eyes sparkled with delight – and perhaps a hint of desperation.
"Ah, there it is," Vivian purred, enjoying the way Milla squirmed beneath her touch.
As Vivian's fingers danced across Milla's sensitive flesh, saliva began to drip down both their cleavage, adding another layer of sensuality to the situation. In that moment, Milla's entire world narrowed down to the feel of Vivian's fingers on her skin, the weight of their bodies pressed together, and the racing of her own heartbeat.
Is this what I've been craving all along? Milla thought, her mind racing. To be completely at someone else's mercy, to give in to the pleasure and laughter they can create within me?
"Please," Milla whimpered through the gag, not even sure what she was begging for anymore – relief? More tickling? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the connection between them, the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless.
"Your wish is my command," Vivian whispered, a predatory gleam in her eye as she continued her relentless assault on Milla's vulnerable armpits.
The room was filled with a heady mix of laughter, moans, and the scent of arousal. Milla's cheeks burned as Dominique stepped behind her, her nimble fingers teasing her nipples. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, making her gasp as her body began to respond. She could hear Emilia's desperate moans in the background, only heightening her own desire.
"Ah, you're so sensitive," Dominique murmured into Milla's ear, her breath hot against her skin. "I can tell how much you want this."
Milla couldn't deny it. She was intoxicated by the sensations coursing through her body, the vulnerability of her position, and the need to submit to these women who held her captive with their skilled touches. As Vivian resumed her tickling assault on Milla's armpits, she leaned in to kiss her deeply, first loosening the gag to allow for full access.
Their lips met hungrily, tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. Milla was free to scream now, but instead, she chose to pour her pleasure into the kiss, relishing the connection with Vivian.
"Will you be my tickle slave forever?" Vivian asked, her voice sultry and commanding.
Milla hesitated for a moment, considering the implications of her choice. But the answer was clear – she wanted nothing more than to stay here, in this world where pleasure and submission ruled. With a determined nod, she whispered, "Yes... yes, Mistress."
"Good girl," Vivian praised, smiling as she ran her fingers through Milla's hair. Their lips met again in a heated embrace, each woman lost in the intensity of the moment. All the while, Dominique continued her attentions on Milla's nipples, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
As Vivian's fingers returned to Milla's armpits, her mind raced with thoughts of what she'd agreed to. She was now Vivian's tickle slave, committed to a life of pleasure and submission – but somehow, the idea didn't scare her. Instead, it only made her crave more.
"Is this really what I want?" Milla wondered, even as her body writhed under their skilled touches. But she knew the answer was yes – she wanted to be pushed to her limits, to explore the depths of her desires, and to find a new sense of freedom in her surrender.
With each tickle, each teasing touch, Milla felt herself drawn deeper into this world of submission and pleasure. And as the laughter mixed with moans filled the room once more, she knew there was no turning back.
Vivian felt the rhythmic motions of Milla's body against hers, each small wave growing increasingly insistent. She shot a glance at Dominique and gave her a subtle nod. Dominique understood immediately and let go of Milla's nipples, stepping back to take hold of both her feet.
"Get ready for even more, my dear," Dominique whispered, squatting down with a brush in hand. As she began to stroke the bristles across Milla's soles, Milla's laughter turned into near-panicked gasps. The sensation was maddening, unbearable – but also irresistible.
"Please... oh god, please..." Milla managed between bouts of laughter, her thoughts a whirlwind of pleasure and desperation.
"Shhh, just let go," Vivian encouraged her, resuming her tickling assault on Milla's nipples. The dual sensations pushed Milla closer and closer to the edge, the line between laughter and moans becoming increasingly blurred.
"Vivian... I can't... it's too much!" Milla cried out, feeling as though she might explode from the intensity of it all.
"Trust me, my sweet slave, you can handle this," Vivian murmured against her lips, pulling Milla into a searing kiss. Milla leaned into it, seeking solace from the onslaught of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her completely.
As the tickling continued, Milla felt herself being propelled towards something monumental – an orgasm unlike any she'd ever experienced before. Vivian's fingers danced across her nipples while Dominique's brush tormented her feet. The combination of sensations left her mind reeling, caught in a haze of ecstasy and delirium.
"Vivian... I'm... I'm..." Milla stammered, unable to form a coherent thought.
"Let it happen, Milla. Embrace it," Vivian whispered, her breath hot against Milla's ear.
And then, in a burst of white-hot pleasure and euphoria, Milla came. The sensation tore through her like wildfire, consuming her entire being in its searing heat. Her body convulsed and she screamed out her abandon, her laughter mingling with guttural moans as the waves of pleasure continued to crash over her relentlessly.
"Vivian... oh god, Vivian!" Milla cried, the intensity of her orgasm leaving her momentarily breathless. Vivian held her close, their lips still locked together even as Milla's laughter subsided into shuddering gasps.
"Beautiful," Vivian murmured, her smile full of genuine affection. "You did so well, my dear."
As Milla's breathing began to return to normal, she knew that she'd never experienced anything quite like this before. She was on cloud nine, utterly spent but also strangely invigorated by the sheer force of her climax.
"Thank you... Mistress," Milla whispered, feeling a renewed sense of devotion to Vivian.
Milla, still recovering from her own intense experience, watched as Vivian moved towards Emilia with a predatory gleam in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for what was about to happen to the other woman.
"Let's let our new slave rest now," Vivian declared, her voice full of authority and excitement. "Let's get Emilia! The loser gets tickled!"
Emilia's eyes widened in anticipation, her breath hitching as she awaited her fate. Milla could practically sense the thrill coursing through her veins, even as she felt the lingering aftershocks of her own orgasm.
"Please, Vivian... I'm so close," Emilia whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
"Are you sure, my dear?" Vivian teased, clearly enjoying the power she held over both women.
"Yes, I need it!" Emilia cried out, unable to contain her desperation any longer.
"Very well," Vivian smiled, turning to Dominique. "Shall we give her what she wants?"
"Absolutely," Dominique replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face. As Vivian approached Emilia's head, rapidly spider tickling her armpits, Dominique dashed to the foot that remained untouched and grabbed the brush they had used on Milla earlier.
"Ready or not, here it comes!" Dominique announced, beginning to furiously scrub Emilia's sole with the bristles.
"Ah! Oh god!" Emilia screeched, laughter immediately bubbling up from within her as the dual assault on her armpits and foot brought her to the edge of sanity. Her body writhed beneath Scarlett, who continued to grind against her crotch, driving her further into the realm of pleasure and torment.
"Please, please! More!" Emilia gasped between peals of laughter, her eyes glistening with tears as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
"Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" Vivian taunted, increasing the intensity of her tickling. "But I suppose you've earned it."
"Thank you! Ahaha!" Emilia managed to choke out, completely lost in the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Scarlett, keep grinding. Faster," Vivian commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. Scarlett, ever the obedient participant, quickened her pace, eliciting a fresh wave of moans and laughter from the helpless Emilia.
"I... I can't take it!" Emilia wailed, the relentless combination of tickling and grinding pushing her closer and closer to the brink. "Please, please let me... ah!"
"Go on, Emilia," Vivian urged, her tone softening slightly. "Let it happen."
And with that final encouragement, Emilia surrendered to the ecstasy building within her, her moans crescendoing into screams of laughter as she came harder than she ever had before. Her face was a mess of tears and sweat, but even through her exhaustion, Milla could see the pure joy shining in her eyes.
"Beautiful," Vivian murmured, much as she had when Milla had reached her own climax. "I knew you had it in you."
Exhausted and spent, Emilia and Milla were tied and finished, their bodies glistening with sweat. Vivian carefully untied their restraints, her fingers expertly working the knots loose. Dominique and Scarlett did the same, freeing them from the X-frames that had held them captive.
"Come on, let's get you two to bed," Vivian said gently, wrapping an arm around Milla and helping her to stand. Emilia found herself supported by Dominique and Scarlett as they guided her towards the large, inviting bed in the bedroom upstairs.
"Thank you," Milla whispered, still somewhat dazed from the intensity of her experience. Vivian just smiled and pulled her into a warm hug.
"Of course, my sweet tickle slave," she murmured into Milla's ear, making her shiver with anticipation.
As they settled onto the bed, Emilia turned to Milla, her eyes alight with excitement. "Can I just say how incredibly hot it was when Dominique tickled your feet? I thought I was going to lose my mind just watching!"
Milla laughed, nodding in agreement. "I know, right? I felt like I was going to die from both pleasure and laughter. It was insane."
They both shared a giggle at the memory, the intimacy of the moment drawing them closer together. Emilia reached out and took Milla's hand, squeezing it gently.
"Hey, I'm really glad we get to share this life together," she said softly, her voice full of sincerity.
"Me too," Milla agreed, her heart swelling with affection for her friend.
"Enjoy tonight, girls," Vivian interjected with a sly smile. "Tomorrow, I'll make sure to give you both a real good time. So, get some rest."
"Looking forward to it, Mistress," They both said.
.Part 1: “Milla The Talented Actress”
Under the dim glow of streetlights, Milla Jovovich stepped onto the set, her blue top shimmering as it clung to her body. The scene required her to seduce a bouncer to gain entrance to an exclusive party, and she knew just how to play it.
"Okay, everyone! Quiet on the set!" the director called out, his eyes already locked onto Milla's figure.
The camera started rolling, capturing every subtle movement Milla made. She sauntered up to the burly bouncer, played by a tall, muscular actor. As she approached, she deliberately lowered the neckline of her blue top, revealing more of her cleavage. The bouncer's attention was immediately drawn to her, his jaw slackening in awe.
"Let me in, won't you?" Milla purred, placing a hand gently but confidently on his chest. Her eyes danced with seductive energy, and a coy smile played upon her lips.
"Uh... I..." the bouncer stammered, clearly affected by her charm.
"Please?" she whispered, leaning in closer, the warmth of her breath tickling his earlobe.
As the director watched this scene unfold, he found himself increasingly aroused by Milla's performance. She was magnetic, her beauty and sensuality utterly captivating. He gripped the sides of his chair, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to call "cut" at some point.
"Cut!" he finally choked out, sweat beading on his forehead. "That was perfect, Milla!"
Milla, still in character, turned to the bouncer and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek. The actor flushed, grinning sheepishly as she pulled away.
"Alright, everyone," the director said, trying to regain his composure. "Wrap it up for today. Time to go home."
As the crew began to disperse, Milla stood there, basking in the knowledge that she had nailed her scene. I really am good at this, she thought, a sense of satisfaction welling up within her. And as the main character of this movie, she knew that her performance would be crucial to its success.
"Great job today, Milla," the director said, finally managing to tear his gaze away from her. "You really brought the heat."
"Thanks," Milla replied with a smile, taking a moment to fix her top before heading off the set. She was ready to rest and prepare for whatever challenges the next day would bring.
The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the backyard as Vivian sat in her chair, sipping her afternoon tea. The delicate cup felt cool against her lips. She loved this quiet, peaceful moment to herself each day, as it allowed her to reflect on her life and the things that brought her joy.
One of those joys was Emilia, her tickle slave, who had become an intriguing addition to her life. Vivian idly scrolled through her phone, enjoying the images of celebrities and fashion that filled her feed, when she stumbled upon a photo of Milla Jovovich wearing a stunning blue top that showcased her alluring figure. Vivian couldn't help but think out loud, "Oh, to get her in that blue top of hers, I would do anything."
Just then, Emilia stepped out onto the patio wearing a blue top and a pair of snug white shorts that accentuated her youthful curves. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked, "What were you saying just now?"
Vivian quickly recovered from her brief lapse into fantasy, replying, "Oh, nothing, dear."
"Are you sure?" Emilia pressed, her hands on her hips. "It sounded like you were talking about someone's blue top."
Vivian chuckled, I was thinking about how I would get you so good, tickling you through the blue top of yours.
"Okay," Emilia said excitedly, satisfied with the answer. She took a seat beside Vivian, a playful smile gracing her lips as she glanced at Vivian's phone. "I just thought maybe you were planning our next tickle session."
Vivian felt her heart race at the mention of tickling.
Emilia's gaze drifted over to the garden, where the sunlight dappled through the trees and cast an inviting glow on the lush grass. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety as she thought about the upcoming tickle session with Vivian and their friends. The gentle breeze rustled her blue top and white shorts as she turned back to face Vivian.
"Are you ready for the tickle session this afternoon?" Vivian asked, her tone both motherly and teasing. "Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella will be joining us again!"
Vivian smiled, observing the nervous excitement in Emilia's eyes. "Yes,mistress," Emilia replied, her tone quivering slightly. "But that's how you like it, isn't it? They know exactly which buttons to push." Vivian reached out and gave Emilia's hand a comforting squeeze, feeling the warmth of her skin.
Emilia bit her lip, considering Vivian's words. She's right, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. It's thrilling when they take it so far. I can't deny that I enjoy it. She looked down at their entwined hands, aware of the growing heat between them.
"True," Emilia admitted aloud, her cheeks flushed. "I guess I'm just…a little scared, too. They're all so…intense."
"Embrace that fear, darling," Vivian counseled gently, her eyes soft with understanding. "It's part of the experience. You'll see, once we get started, you'll be overcome with pleasure and laughter."
Emilia breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. Her pulse raced as she imagined herself being tickled mercilessly by her friends, their fingers dancing across her most sensitive spots, eliciting uncontrollable laughter from deep within her. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "I trust you, Vivian."
Emilia couldn't help but She's right, Emilia thought, her resolve strengthening. The fear is part of what makes it so thrilling.
Emilia looked out at the sun-drenched garden, feeling the warm breeze brush against her skin. She took a deep breath and smiled, feeling a surge of excitement course through her. "You're right, Vivian," she said, unable to suppress a grin. "I can't wait, actually!"
"Ah, there's that enthusiasm!" Vivian beamed, opening her arms wide. "Come here and give Mistress a hug."
Emilia stepped forward and carefully lowered herself onto Vivian's lap, straddling her thighs. As Vivian's arms enveloped her in a tight embrace, Emilia wrapped her own arms around Vivian's neck, her face nestled against the soft swell of Vivian's cleavage. The lush scent of Vivian's perfume filled Emilia's nostrils, making her feel safe and cherished.
"Such a good little tickle slave, aren't you?" Vivian murmured into Emilia's ear, her voice tender yet teasing.
"Yes, I am," Emilia whispered back, basking in the warmth of Vivian's body and the intimacy of their connection.
Suddenly, Vivian's fingers began to dance across Emilia's sides, sending shivers down her spine. She squirmed and let out a small giggle, her eyes widening in surprise. “Not yet,” she screamed as laughter bubbled up inside her, it's not time for the session yet!
"Choochie choochie coo!" Vivian teased playfully, her fingers relentless in their tickling assault.
"Wait, not yet!" Emilia laughed, wriggling free from Vivian's grip. She jumped off Vivian's lap and sprinted towards the house, the sound of her own laughter filling the air.
Vivian rose from her chair, a wicked smile on her lips. "The chase is half the fun, my dear!" she called out as she followed Emilia, her own laughter mingling with the younger woman's.
As Emilia raced through the open doorway, her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation fueling her every step. She knew that once the tickle session began, she'd be at the mercy of Vivian and their friends, but there was also something undeniably thrilling about the vulnerability and the closeness it brought between them.
Part 2: “A Perfect Plan”
Milla sat in her cozy room, the sunlight streaming through the curtains casting a warm glow over her. She lounged on the plush carpet, her feet bare and delicately tracing circles over each other. Her soles were soft and supple, the high arches accentuating their graceful shape, while her toes playfully tapped against one another. She smiled at her phone, chatting with friends and enjoying her leisurely weekend.
Wrapped in a comfortable robe, Milla reveled in the knowledge that she had a full week to herself. She planned to spend it relaxing at home, indulging in self-care and recharging from her busy actress life. The doorbell rang unexpectedly, breaking her out of her peaceful reverie.
"Who could that be?" she wondered as she made her way to the front door.
Upon opening it, Milla was greeted by three women: Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella. They all appeared attractive and ordinary, their cleavage teasingly on display. Milla raised an eyebrow, curious about their sudden appearance.
"Hi there," Milla said with a friendly smile. "What can I do for you?"
"Hey!" Isabella replied, gesturing towards Dominique. "We're helping her move, and we need someone to help us get a table into the car. Two of us have back pain, so we could really use some extra muscle."
"Sure, no problem!" Milla agreed, eager to lend a hand. "Come in, and let me get dressed first."
As Milla retreated upstairs to change, she couldn't help but feel intrigued by these women and their request. It wasn't every day that strangers knocked on her door, seeking assistance. She shook off the feeling, focusing on getting ready to help them with their task. Little did she know what lay ahead and how her free week would take an unexpected turn.
Milla closed the door behind her and hurried up the stairs, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and curiosity. Once in her room, she quickly slipped out of her warm robe, revealing her beautiful body clad in a set of alluring underwear. The bra hugged her curves snugly, barely containing her ample bosom, while her nipples pressed against the fabric, showing their stiffness.
She reached for the blue top and denim shorts, dressing herself in haste to accommodate her unexpected guests. As Milla secured the straps of her sandals, she couldn't help but feel good about helping some woman out.
"Alright, I'm ready!" Milla announced as she stepped outside. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on her skin.
"Great!" Isabella said, gesturing towards the small bus parked nearby. "If you could climb into the back and help us get the table inside, that would be fantastic."
"Of course," Milla replied, walking toward the vehicle with determination.
As she climbed into the back, Milla noticed how cramped the space was, filled with an assortment of boxes and furniture. She gripped the edges of the table and heaved it into the bus with surprising ease. However, after sliding the table in place, she realized there was no room left to maneuver herself out.
"Uh, girls? It looks like I'm kind of stuck in here," she joked nervously, trying to find humor in the situation.
"Perfect," one of the women responded, her voice laced with mischief. "Let's go, girls."
Before Milla had a chance to react, the doors slammed shut, plunging her into darkness. The sound of laughter echoed from outside as the engine roared to life. Panic surged through her veins, and her mind raced with thoughts of what was happening.
"Great," Milla thought bitterly. "There goes my relaxing, free week."
As the bus began to move, Milla braced herself, unsure of what lay ahead and how her life had taken such an unexpected turn.
Part 3:”Vivian’s Perfect Plan”
Vivian's fingers traced a delicate line around Emilia's nipple through her blue top, causing goosebumps to rise on her captive's sensitive flesh. The dim lighting in the basement flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls and highlighting the various contraptions that filled the space. Emilia's heart raced as she lay restrained on the X-frame, her body stretched out and vulnerable with Vivian straddling her.
"Ah..." Emilia gasped, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Vivian couldn't help but admire the perfection before her – Emilia's smooth skin, the curve of her breasts, and the enticing smile that played on her lips despite the situation.
"Ticklish, are we?" Vivian teased, smirking as she moved her fingers to Emilia's exposed armpits. She stroked them lightly, her touch feather-like, making Emilia squirm beneath her. Laughter bubbled up from Emilia's throat, and Vivian knew she had found another sweet spot.
"Be good for me, okay?" Vivian said softly, picking up a gag from a nearby table. Emilia looked into her captor's eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding and opening her mouth submissively. As Vivian secured the gag in place, Emilia let her head fall back, her chest heaving slightly. Here we go she thought.
"Ready?" Vivian asked, her voice laced with anticipation. Emilia's muffled giggle was all the confirmation she needed.
As Emilia succumbed to the tickling and teasing, it became clear that this unique form of submission was something that both captor and captive found exhilarating.
Vivian's fingers danced from Emilia's armpits to her legs, the sultry smile on her face never wavering. She gripped Emilia's thigh, her nails digging into the soft flesh just beneath the denim shorts. Emilia's laughter intensified, her body writhing in a desperate attempt to escape the relentless tickling.
"Ah, I love this spot," Vivian cooed, her fingers exploring Emilia's inner thighs with wicked delight. "You're so sensitive here, my dear."
Emilia couldn't help but scream through her gag, the ticklish sensation overwhelming her senses. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend how something so simple could evoke such powerful reactions within her.
"Please... please..." she thought, knowing that even if she could speak, Vivian would not listen. The torment, however, was also thrilling, and Emilia found herself drawn to the sensation, the vulnerability, and the complete loss of control.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, echoing through the basement and breaking the intensity of the moment. Vivian paused, her head tilting slightly as she listened.
"Stay right there, love," she whispered, placing a chaste kiss on Emilia's gag as she stood up. Emilia could taste her own saliva, the sensation both humiliating and intoxicating.
Vivian walked over to a nearby shelf and retrieved a thin blanket, draping it over Emilia's bound form. Though the fabric obscured her vision, she could still feel Vivian's presence, her heat, and her hunger for control.
"Sweet dreams, my little tickle toy," Vivian murmured into Emilia's ear before delivering one final barrage of tickles to her ribs. The sudden attack caught her off guard, and she howled with laughter, the sound muffled by the gag.
As Vivian ascended the stairs, leaving Emilia alone in the dimly lit basement, Emilia's thoughts swirled, a mix of fear, excitement, and anticipation. What will happen next? Will Vivian return to continue her torment, or is this just the beginning of something even more intense?
Vivian's heart pounded in anticipation as she opened the front door, revealing Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella standing on her doorstep. Their faces were a mix of excitement and mischief, eyes brimming with secrets.
"Did it work?" Vivian asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"Yep, she's in the van," Scarlett confirmed, a grin spreading across her face. "It was really easy. She even wears that blue top you like."
"Perfect," Vivian murmured, her excitement growing. She couldn't wait to have Milla at her mercy, to explore the woman's laugh and the many ways she could elicit it. She could hardly contain herself as she beckoned the trio inside, her mind racing with possibilities.
Outside, Milla's pulse quickened when she felt the van come to a stop. Her body tensed, unsure of what awaited her. The vehicle's doors swung open, revealing Vivian flanked by the three women who had brought her here. Vivian's leather outfit hugged her curves, accentuating her busty cleavage and giving her an air of undeniable dominance.
"Hey, Milla," Vivian said, her voice smooth and reassuring. "You don't have to worry. We only had to do this because otherwise, we feared you wouldn't come. Now, will you join us for some tea?"
"Tea?" Milla repeated incredulously, her confusion quickly turning to indignation. "Do I have a choice?"
"Not really," Isabella joked, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"Fine," Milla huffed. "Can you move the table, then?"
The women obliged, clearing a path for Milla to step out of the van. As she followed them inside, her thoughts raced with questions. Why am I here? What does this Vivian want from me?
Vivian led them to the parlor, her excitement only growing as she prepared to introduce Milla to her world of tickling and laughter. She couldn't help but glance back at the basement door.
The warmth of the parlor enveloped Milla as she entered, the richly upholstered furniture and ornate decorations a stark contrast to the cold metal confines of the van. A steaming pot of tea sat on the coffee table, accompanied by delicate china cups and saucers. Dominique's slender fingers poured the tea with practiced ease, passing a cup to Milla.
"Here you go," she said, her eyes meeting Milla's for a moment before flitting away.
"Thanks," Milla replied, taking the cup in her shaking hands. She sipped the tea, letting its warmth spread through her body, but it did little to calm her nerves.
"Nice outfit, Vivian," Milla remarked, eyeing the other woman's leather attire. "What's that for? Some kind of hobby?"
Vivian smirked, the corners of her mouth curling up slowly. "You could say that," she replied cryptically. "But it's not something everyone appreciates."
Milla's mind raced, trying to decipher what Vivian meant. What kind of hobby is she talking about? And does it have anything to do with why I'm here?
She felt an odd drowsiness creeping over her, her eyelids growing heavy as her head began to bob. Why am I so tired all of a sudden? she wondered.
"Feeling sleepy, Milla?" Scarlett asked, a playful smile playing on her full lips.
"Y-yeah," Milla stammered, struggling to keep her eyes open. The room seemed to tilt around her, and she sank into the plush armchair, gripping the arms tightly.
"Maybe you should rest," Isabella suggested gently, watching her with a mix of concern and amusement.
"Rest… sounds good," Milla mumbled, her words slurring as her head lolled back against the chair. Darkness closed in around her, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
"Let's get her downstairs," Vivian commanded, her voice hushed but firm. The other women moved quickly to Milla's side, lifting her limp form from the chair with surprising ease. Together, they carried her down to the basement, taking care to avoid any creaking floorboards that might betray their movements to Emilia.
As they reached the room where Emilia couldn't hear them, Vivian's excitement surged once more. This is going to be so much fun, she thought, imagining the ticklish torment she had in store for Milla.
Part 4: “The Start of a Long Torture”
Milla found herself tightly bound to an X frame, her limbs stretched out and secured at each end. The ropes dug into her soft flesh, leaving red marks on her wrists and ankles. As she slept uneasily, she was unaware of the three women who had tied her up: Vivian, Monique, Isabella and Scarlett.
"Look at her," Monique said with a sinister grin, "she's completely helpless."
"Aw, poor little Milla," Vivian cooed mockingly, running a finger along Milla's exposed side, making her shudder in her sleep. "She's going to be tickled so hard, she'll wish she never got in that van."
The other woman chuckled darkly. "I can't wait to hear her scream with laughter."
As the three women continued their banter, Milla's breathing grew heavier and more labored. It was as if her body instinctively knew that something was wrong, even in its unconscious state.
"Shh, let her sleep for now," Vivian whispered, placing a well-manicured fingertip against her lips. "We want her fully rested before we start our fun."
"Agreed," Monique said, nodding. "Let her have her last moments of peace. Soon enough, she'll be begging for mercy."
Isabella, Dominique, and Scarlett dressed in their black leather outfits which clung to their bodies like a second skin. The sound of zippers filled the room as they prepared for whatever plans they had in store. "Vivian, we're heading out," Dominique announced, her voice low and sultry.
"Take your time, ladies. I'll entertain our guest while you're gone," Vivian replied with a wicked grin. With a final tug, she secured Milla's wrist even tighter to the X frame. Her fingers danced lightly just below Milla's earlobe, grazing the sensitive skin there.
As the door clicked shut behind the departing trio, Milla's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry at first. Panic set in when she realized her predicament - bound to the X frame, she was unable to move and completely at Vivian's mercy. Her heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. "W-what's happening?" she stammered, fear lacing her words.
"Shhh, it's okay, Milla," Vivian cooed, trying to appear soothing despite the sinister glint in her eyes. She gently glided her hand over Milla's cheek, brushing away a stray strand of hair. Milla instinctively pulled back, but the restraints held her firmly in place. "What are you going to do with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Relax, darling," Vivian purred, her excitement barely contained. "You're going to have an experience you won't soon forget." Every nerve in Milla's body screamed at her to escape, but she knew it was futile. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but acknowledge the beautiful woman standing before her. In different circumstances, she might have been drawn to her.
As Vivian's fingers traced patterns on Milla's cheek, she tried to focus on the sensation, attempting to find some small comfort in the soft touch.
"Trust me, Milla, you'll learn to enjoy this," Vivian whispered, her fingers leaving Milla's cheek and slowly tracing a path down her neck. They danced across her collarbone before slipping beneath the fabric of her top, finding their way to her exposed midriff.
"Hey!" Milla exclaimed, giggling in surprise as Vivian's fingers began tickling her belly lightly. "What are you doing? That tickles! Haha!"
"Your body is even more perfect than I imagined, Milla," Vivian murmured, continuing her teasing exploration of Milla's sensitive skin. The fear in Milla's eyes was gradually being replaced with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Unable to help herself, she smiled hesitantly and said, "Thank you."
"Please release me now," Milla pleaded, tugging at her restraints in vain. Her laughter had ceased, but her heart continued to race from both fear and the unexpected intimacy of the situation.
"First, let's give this beautiful belly some proper attention, shall we?" Vivian replied, her voice a seductive purr. And with that, she dug her fingers into Milla's sides, causing her to erupt in laughter once again.
"Tickle, tickle, Milla!" Vivian teased as she expertly navigated the soft curves of Milla's abdomen, evoking peals of laughter from the helpless woman. She focused on the spot just below her ribs, drawing out frenzied giggles and gasps for breath.
"Stop, please!" Milla begged between laughs. "It's too much! I can't move!"
In those moments, Milla's thoughts raced, trying to process the strange turn of events that had led her to this point. She found herself torn between the fear of her captivity and the undeniable thrill that Vivian's touch elicited within her. As her laughter subsided into breathless gasps, she wondered what other surprises Vivian had in store for her.
Vivian, clad in her tight leather suit, leaned in closer to Milla. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and a wicked grin spread across her face. "I want to make you scream," she whispered sensually, her breath hot against Milla's ear.
Milla couldn't help but admit that Vivian was incredibly attractive. The thought of being tickled stirred something inside her, reminding her of the innocent times when she had asked her mom or friends to tickle her for fun. But this situation was far from innocent, and the intense sensations were overwhelming.
"Are you fully awake now, my dear Milla?" Vivian asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Let's get started with the real stuff." She glanced down at Milla's exposed armpits, framed by the straps of her top. "Your armpits are so vulnerable like this, aren't they?"
Milla's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't suppress a small gasp of fear and excitement. "No, not my armpits, please," she pleaded, even as the thought of being tickled there sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her body. Memories of her aunt tickling her there during childhood sleepovers came flooding back, mingling with the current predicament.
"Ah, so you do have some experience with tickling, huh?" Vivian teased, reading Milla's reaction with uncanny accuracy. "Well, I promise you've never experienced anything quite like this."
"Please, don't," Milla begged again, the words barely audible as she braced herself for what was to come. As much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a part of her that secretly craved the sensation – the vulnerability, the intimacy, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins. It was a dangerous cocktail that she knew she couldn't resist for long.
"Here we go," Vivian murmured, a devious smile on her lips as she raised her fingers to Milla's exposed armpits.
Vivian's eyes narrowed as she observed Milla, her gaze intense and predatory. "I see your nipples stiffening, Milla. Don't hide it from me," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that caused an involuntary shiver to run down Milla's spine.
Milla's breath hitched in her throat; she couldn't deny that she was getting turned on, even if she wasn't ready for the intensity of Vivian's touch. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as Vivian's fingers slowly grazed her ribcage, teasingly close to her sensitive armpits.
"Please," Milla whispered, her eyes pleading with Vivian. But the other woman merely grinned, her fingers dancing lightly over Milla's skin, eliciting a torrent of giggles and gasps.
"Tickle, tickle," Vivian cooed, increasing the pressure of her fingertips. Milla's laughter grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing helplessly against the restraints as Vivian's expert touch explored every inch of her exposed flesh.
"Vivian, oh my God, please!" Milla screamed, the tickling sensation becoming almost unbearable. "Someone, help!"
"Nobody's coming to save you, my dear," Vivian taunted, leaning in close so that her warm breath ghosted over Milla's flushed face. "It's just you, me, and all this delicious tickling."
Milla's eyes filled with tears as she laughed uncontrollably, her chest heaving with the effort to draw in air between her gasps and shrieks. Sweat trickled down her temples and pooled in the hollows of her collarbone, her body trembling from the relentless onslaught of Vivian's skilled fingers.
Why do I crave this so much? Milla thought, even as she begged for mercy. The rush of emotions – fear, arousal, and the sheer vulnerability of being at Vivian's mercy – threatened to overwhelm her completely.
"Please," she whimpered once more, her voice barely audible above her own laughter. "Please... stop."
For a moment, it seemed as though Vivian might relent, her fingers slowing their torturous dance. But then, with a wicked grin, she redoubled her efforts, tickling Milla harder than ever before, leaving her no choice but to surrender to the maddening sensations that coursed through her body.
Part 5: “More Intensity”
Milla's chest heaved, her breaths shallow and labored. Vivian looked down at Milla, smirking. "Enough pleading from you," she said. "Let's get you gagged."Vivian walked out of the room.
Emilia lay on the X-frame, still gagged and adrift in a state of bliss. Vivian approached her quietly, her eyes lighting up mischievously. She lightly tickled Emilia over the blanket, her fingers dancing rapidly across her body. Emilia stirred, a mixture of surprise and excitement crossing her features.
"Ah, you don't need this one anymore," Vivian whispered, slowly removing the blanket from Emilia's head. With a gentle tug, she pulled off the gag, revealing Emilia's grateful smile. Vivian leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on her lips before replacing the blanket over her.
As Vivian reentered the room where Milla was tied up, she held up the gag, now glistening with saliva. "Here we go; this will help," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"No way, Vivian," Milla protested, her defiance evident despite her vulnerable position.
Vivian's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I thought you would say something like that." Without warning, she plunged her fingers into Milla's exposed armpits, expertly tickling the sensitive skin. Milla couldn't help but burst into laughter, her chest heaving and tears streaming down her face as Vivian continued her relentless assault on her ticklish spots.
In between gasps for air, Milla wondered how she had ended up in such a predicament. But she couldn't deny that part of her enjoyed this unexpected turn of events. The feeling of utter vulnerability, combined with Vivian's touch, sent a shiver down her spine. But she knew better than to let her captor see just how much she enjoyed it. For now, all Milla could do was laugh and hope for some mercy.
Milla's laughter echoed through the room as Vivian continued her relentless tickling, her fingers dancing across Milla's exposed skin. The sensation was unbearable and thrilling all at once, leaving Milla gasping for breath. Finally, Vivian paused, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
"Ready for this?" Vivian asked, holding up the saliva-soaked gag in her hand. Milla tried to shake her head, but Vivian seemed unfazed by her resistance. Her other hand resumed its torturous tickling, causing Milla to squeal and squirm in her restraints.
"Please, no more!" she begged between bouts of laughter, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. As Milla's body writhed from the tickling, Vivian seized the opportunity to push the wet ball into her mouth, muffling her laughter and screams. With a satisfied grin, Vivian secured the gag behind Milla's head, effectively silencing her.
Defeated and bound, Milla couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She began to accept her situation, even finding the dominant nature of Vivian intriguing. It wasn't lost on her that her nipples had stiffened, betraying her conflicting feelings towards her captive experience.
Vivian noticed Milla's gaze lingering on her cleavage, barely contained by her tight leather outfit. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "You like leather?" she asked, her voice sultry and teasing.
Milla, unable to answer with words, hesitated before giving a slow nod of affirmation. She couldn't deny the allure of Vivian's leather attire, the way it hugged her curves and accentuated her powerful presence.
"Good," Vivian purred, pleased with Milla's response. "Maybe you're not so different from Emilia after all."
Milla's mind raced with uncertainty, her body still tingling from the tickling. She wondered what other torments Vivian had planned and whether she would find herself succumbing to the strange pleasure of pain. And who was Emilia?
Seeing that Milla had surrendered to her desires, Vivian leaned in closer, allowing her cleavage to press against Milla's neck. The softness of her breasts contrasted with the cool, supple leather, creating a sensory experience that Milla couldn't help but be captivated by. Her eyes widened as she watched the two breasts rise and fall with each of Vivian's breaths.
"Ah, you do like this, don't you, dirty girl?" Vivian teased, her voice dripping with seduction. Milla's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth. Through her gag, she managed a weak smile, acknowledging her captor's words.
"From now on," Vivian commanded, "you'll address me as Mistress. Do you understand?" Milla hesitated before nodding, her face still locked onto the captivating sight of Vivian's cleavage.
"Good girl," Vivian praised. "Now let's see how well you can accept the tickling, shall we?"
Milla's heart raced as Vivian took hold of the hem of her top, her fingers barely brushing against her skin. Every touch sent shivers down Milla's spine, but the intensity only grew as Vivian traced the outline of her top upward, tickling her body in the process. She giggled through her gag, her laughter muffled yet clearly conveying her delight.
Vivian continued to pull the fabric higher, inching its way up Milla's belly until it threatened to expose her breasts. With a wicked grin, Vivian paused just before the reveal. "My, my...no bra, Milla? You naughty girl."
Milla's face turned an even deeper shade of red, but despite her embarrassment, she couldn't deny the strange thrill of being exposed and vulnerable in front of Vivian. As the tickling continued, Milla found herself questioning her own limits and desires, wondering just how far she would let her captor go.
"Ready for more, Milla?" Vivian asked, her voice dripping with seduction. Milla could only nod in response, anticipation building within her.
Vivian's fingers danced playfully beneath Milla's breasts, causing her to burst into laughter once more. The sensation was both ticklish and erotic, and Milla found herself moaning involuntarily through the gag.
"Ah, there we go," Vivian cooed, a satisfied smile crossing her lips. "I knew you'd learn to like it."
As Milla's laughter subsided, Vivian decided to take the tickling to another level. She moved her hands down to Milla's perfect abs, which tensed under her touch. Vivian began to trace intricate patterns across Milla's toned stomach, eliciting a symphony of muffled giggles and moans.
"Are you enjoying this, my pet?" Vivian teased, her hands never relenting in their mission to tickle and arouse.
Milla squirmed helplessly, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The tickling was unbearable, yet she couldn't deny the pleasure that accompanied it. Her thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the situation. How could something so torturous also be so tantalizing?
"Please... Mistress..." Milla attempted to plead through her gag, her eyes begging for mercy while her body betrayed her genuine arousal.
"Such a good girl," Vivian praised, pausing briefly to stroke Milla's cheek affectionately before resuming her relentless tickling. "But I think we can push you even further, don't you?"
Part 6: “Tickle Games”
Vivian's eyes flickered down to Milla's chest, her nipples so stiff they resembled small knobs pushing against the thin fabric of her blue top. Vivian ceased tickling Milla's abs and moved in closer, a wicked grin playing across her lips. "Wow, you must really like this," she teased.
Milla felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she met Vivian's gaze with wide, puppy-like eyes. Gagged and helpless, all she could manage was a muffled grunt in response. Her heart pounded in her chest, unsure of what Vivian would do next or how much more intense things would become.
"Want to feel alive?" Vivian whispered, her warm breath grazing Milla's face.
Milla's only reply was an involuntary shiver that coursed through her body, betraying her excitement. She watched as Vivian's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path through the air, inching ever closer to Milla's hard nipples. When finally her fingertips made contact with the soft fabric, Milla jolted back, pleasure washing over her.
"Ah, such a sweet sound," Vivian purred, delighting in Milla's gagged giggles and moans. "Let's see how much more we can get from you."
As Vivian began to trace circles around Milla's breasts, she purposely avoided touching her nipples directly. Milla squirmed, wanting more but unable to convey her desire. The teasing was almost too much to bear, her mind swimming in a sea of sensory overload.
"Look at me, Milla," Vivian commanded softly, her voice laced with seduction.
Milla's gaze was drawn back to Vivian, their eyes locking in a heated exchange. As if on cue, Vivian's finger found Milla's nipple and began to tickle it gently. The sensation was overwhelming, and Milla couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan through her gag.
"Ah, that's it," Vivian purred, her own body reacting to Milla's pleasure as she bounced up and down slightly, caught in the sensory overload of the moment.
Milla's mind raced, struggling to process the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire, the pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. She wanted more, needed more, but the gag prevented her from communicating her desires.
As they maintained eye contact, Vivian leaned in closer, close enough for Milla to feel the warmth of her breath on her cheeks. With a teasing smile, Vivian pressed her lips against Milla's gagged mouth, stealing a forbidden kiss.
"Tickle, tickle..." Vivian whispered playfully, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on Milla's body. One hand returned to the sensitive skin of Milla's armpit while the other remained focused on her nipple.
Milla struggled to catch her breath, feeling like she was going crazy from the pleasure. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, each new touch sending her spiraling further into the depths of ecstasy. She could barely register what was happening beyond the electric connection between her and Vivian, so lost in the whirlwind of feelings that nothing else mattered.
As Vivian continued to tease and torment her, Milla knew she had never felt so alive.
Milla's heart pounded in her chest like a caged bird when the knock on the door jolted her back to reality. The sound of Isabella's voice sent a shiver down her spine, anticipation and fear mingling in her veins.
"Come in," Vivian called out, her fingers still lazily tracing circles around Milla's nipples. Milla's face burned with embarrassment as the door swung open, revealing Isabella, Scarlett, and Dominique striding into the room. Dressed in leather outfits that hugged their curves, they looked like irresistible temptresses, each one more alluring than the last.
"Caught you red-handed," Isabella teased, her eyes alight with mischief. Milla squirmed under their gazes, feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet unable to deny the heat pooling between her legs.
"Seems our dear Milla here loves nipple teasing even more than Emilia," Vivian remarked, her voice dripping with pride.
"Really? That's surprising," Scarlett said, arching an eyebrow as she studied Milla's flushed expression. Dominique merely smirked, saying nothing but letting her gaze wander over Milla's heaving chest.
Milla couldn't help but lean forward slightly, unconsciously seeking out the attention and touch of these gorgeous women. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions – shame at her predicament, and an undeniable longing for more of the pleasure Vivian had given her.
"Let me take care of those for you," Vivian murmured, stepping closer to Milla once more. And as she resumed her teasing of Milla's nipples, she captured Milla's lips in another searing kiss, stealing Milla's breath away.
"Is this what you wanted?" Milla thought to herself as her body quivered with desire, trying to make sense of the situation. She could only nod silently, her eyes pleading for release, as the women continued to surround her, each one a temptation she couldn't resist.
Isabella's sultry voice whispered into Milla's ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Ready for the real torture? You will be pushed past every human limit." Milla's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She looked into Isabella's piercing eyes and nodded with puppy-like eagerness, despite the gag that made her saliva trickle down her chin. Her body trembled on the edge of release, craving the intensity that Isabella promised.
"Let's get those feet as well," Dominique chimed in with a wicked grin. She began teasing Milla by lightly tickling her through her sandals. Milla couldn't help but giggle behind her gag, her body squirming desperately to escape the sensation.
"Stop it!!" Milla screamed in her thoughts, unable to vocalize her frustration. She knew she was powerless against these women, and part of her relished in the vulnerability. The more they toyed with her, the closer she came to losing control completely.
"Ah, you're so sensitive," Dominique taunted, delighting in Milla's reactions. She slowly loosened the straps of Milla's sandals, smirking as she issued a warning. "If you wiggle too much and they fall off, I'll get to tickle you even harder."
Milla's breath hitched at the thought – she didn't know if she could handle more intense sensations. Her mind raced, torn between wanting to comply and the instinctual need to resist.
"Be careful, Milla," Isabella purred, her lips brushing against Milla's earlobe. "We're just getting started."
As the women continued their torment, Milla felt herself slipping further into a haze of pleasure. She knew she was dancing on the edge, and part of her longed to be pushed over, to experience the unknown depths that awaited her. But another part held back, fearing the consequences of surrendering completely.
"Can I really handle this?" Milla wondered, her body quaking with anticipation. Only time would tell.
Part 7: “Never Ending..”
Scarlett's nimble fingers danced skillfully as she unstrapped Milla's second sandal, mirroring Dominique's earlier actions. The room was charged with anticipation, and Milla could feel her body responding to the seductive kisses Vivian had been bestowing upon her.
With a conspiratorial wink shared between Scarlett and Dominique, they began their tickling assault on Milla's sensitive skin. Gentle fingertips grazed over her toes, causing her to squirm in delight and break away from Vivian's kiss to release an involuntary laugh.
"Ah, don't move too much, dear," Vivian chided playfully, her voice laced with amusement. "You heard the rules!"
As Milla attempted to control her writhing, one of her sandals slipped off and fell to the floor. Dominique pounced on the opportunity to tease her further. "Ah-oh, that is a punishment!" Her eyes gleamed mischievously. "Luckily, I have more room now."
Dominique held Milla's foot firmly while Scarlett reached for a hairbrush. Her grin grew wider as she brandished it like a weapon. "Here, this will make her scream."
With calculated precision, Scarlett began brushing the bristles against Milla's sole, sending waves of pleasure and ticklish sensations through her body. Milla couldn't help but let out a moan, her voice a mix of laughter and ecstasy as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.
I can't believe this is happening, Milla thought, attempting to regain some semblance of control over her body. But it feels so good...
"Please!" she gasped between breathless giggles. "I... I can't take it anymore!"
"Already?" asked Scarlett, feigning innocence.
Milla's body quivered on the verge of release, her mind a whirlwind of arousal and ticklish sensations. Her eyes darted to Vivian as she taunted, "Are you ready for all forty fingers, Milla?"
"Please," Milla begged in a breathless whisper, feeling the pleasure building inside her like a storm about to break.
Vivian tilted her head and studied Milla's flushed face. "This body is so hot and ticklish," she said to the other women. "I wonder if she will cum from the tickling the same way Emilia did."
Emilia? Milla's thoughts raced, but there was no time to dwell on it as Vivian suddenly declared, "Wait! I have an idea." She strode to another room, leaving Milla panting and desperate for the stimulation she craved.
Her fingers traced circles on her hips, trying to keep the pleasure alive. She needed it now more than ever.
When Vivian returned, she pushed an X frame into view. Tied to it and covered with a blanket was Emilia, sleeping peacefully despite her bindings. The women laughed, and Milla's heart pounded with anticipation.
"A contest between the two?" Dominique asked with a devilish smile. "Yes, indeed." Vivian responded.
Milla stared at the covered figure, curiosity mingling with her arousal. What sort of contest could this be? And who is Emilia?
"Let the games begin," Vivian announced, her voice ringing with authority.
Milla's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body trembled with anticipation, and the need for release drove her to the edge of sanity.
Vivian's fingers danced lightly on the blanket covering Emilia, barely brushing the fabric. The room went quiet as everyone awaited a reaction. After what felt like an eternity, Emilia's laughter erupted from beneath the blanket, soft at first but growing louder as Vivian continued her tickling assault.
"Alright," Vivian announced, yanking the blanket off Emilia in one fluid motion. Milla and Emilia locked eyes, both sets wide with shock and disbelief.
"Emilia Clarke?" Milla managed to utter through her gag, her voice muffled but unmistakable.
"Is that... Milla Jovovich?" Emilia replied just as incredulously.
The women around them laughed, enjoying the unexpected twist in their game. Vivian grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Well, I guess we don't have to introduce you two anymore."
"Seems we've stumbled upon each other's little secret," Emilia whispered, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
"Enough chit-chat," Vivian interrupted. "Let's get started. We'll split into two teams – Isabelle and Scarlett will tickle Emilia, Dominique and I will tickle Milla. First actress to orgasm wins!"
This is insane, Milla thought, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't deny the thrill this bizarre contest brought her, knowing that another celebrity shared her kink.
"Ready? Set... Go!" Vivian declared, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Part 8: “The finale”
Emilia's laughter bubbled up from deep within her chest, a delightful symphony as Scarlett perched atop her. The warmth of the other woman's leather-clad body pressed against her through her shorts, sending an electric thrill coursing through Emilia.
"Tickle, tickle," Scarlett teased, her fingers dancing across Emilia's exposed armpits, eliciting another round of delicious laughter. Emilia tried to squirm away from the relentless tickling, but found herself bound by the restraints, her movements limited and vulnerable. Her eyes were helplessly drawn to Scarlett's cleavage, framed perfectly by her arching back.
"Ahhh yes! Tickle me, please, tickle me!" Emilia cried out, her voice breathless and desperate. The sound of her pleas reached Milla, who couldn't help but be aroused by the scene unfolding before her.
As the tickling continued, Isabella came into view, gracefully lowering herself onto Emilia's shin, effectively pinning her foot in place. Emilia's heart raced at the sight of the oil glistening on Isabella's fingertips, her mind immediately connecting it to the torturous tickling she was about to endure.
"Scarlett, please," Emilia begged, her voice breaking with anticipation. "Please don't let her do it."
"Emilia, you know you want this," Scarlett replied, her tone sultry and confident. "Let Milla hear how much you're enjoying it."
Isabella's fingers glided across Emilia's foot, spreading the slick oil over the sensitive skin. The feeling of their slippery touch sent shivers up Emilia's spine, her breath hitching in her throat. She knew what was coming next, and yet, there was no escaping the intense sensations that awaited her.
"Please," Emilia whispered. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting desires, but one thing was certain: she couldn't resist the all-consuming power of the tickling game.
Isabella's eyes gleamed with mischief as she picked up a stiff-bristled brush, smirking at Scarlett. "Why don't you take care of her nipples? I'll handle her feet," she suggested, her voice dripping with playful cruelty.
"Of course," Scarlett agreed, her fingers already moving to Emilia's nipples, expertly arousing them. The sensations were overwhelming, each touch amplified by the tickling that had come before.
Emilia gasped and writhed, her laughter choked out of her, as her body succumbed to the onslaught of stimulation. Her mind swam with the intensity of it all, drenched in the electric current that surged through her nerves.
"Please... no more..." she managed to whimper between breathless chuckles, her face flushed crimson. But she knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears, only stoking the fire within her tormentors.
"Aw, poor Emilia," Scarlett teased, not stopping her ministrations for a moment. "You know you love this."
As Scarlett continued to skillfully manipulate Emilia's nipples, Isabella brought the brush to bear on her slick, oil-coated feet. The bristles bit into the tender flesh, sending shivers up Emilia's spine as their harsh caress danced across her soles.
"Ah! Ahhh!" Emilia's laughter returned with a vengeance, accompanied by desperate screams as the tickling intensified. She couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain anymore – it was all just one impossible torrent of sensation.
Scarlett leaned in close, her fingers still working their magic on Emilia's nipples, and pressed her lips against Emilia's laughing face. Emilia's thoughts were consumed by the taste and feel of those lips, a brief moment of solace amid the storm of tickling.
"Emilia," Scarlett whispered softly, "you're in heaven now, aren't you?"
Emilia's mind raced, struggling to make sense of the situation. Was this heaven? Hell? Some twisted limbo between the two? She knew only one thing: she was powerless to resist the pleasure that threatened to consume her.
"Y-yes," she stammered, her body trembling with a mix of laughter and lust. "Yes, Scarlett... I am."
Milla's eyes widened, captivated by the sight of Emilia, her body writhing in helpless laughter under Scarlett's skilled touch. She could feel her own arousal building, the room thick with the intoxicating scent of desire.
"Alright, Milla," Vivian said, a wicked smile curling her lips. "We've let you enjoy the show long enough. Now it's your turn."
Milla nodded into her gag, anticipation and anxiety swirling together within her. As Vivian approached, she couldn't help but buck against her restraints, drawn to the woman who would be her tormentor.
"Ready for me to tickle those sensitive armpits of yours?" Vivian teased, letting her fingers hover just above Milla's exposed skin. With a coy grin, she leaned into Milla, pressing their breasts together as she forced her back against the X frame.
"Unggh!" Milla grunted through the gag, feeling her heart race at the intimate contact. Despite her predicament, she couldn't deny how much this excited her.
Vivian's hands finally made contact with Milla's armpits, sending an electric shock through her body. Milla's laughter was muffled by the gag, but her eyes sparkled with delight – and perhaps a hint of desperation.
"Ah, there it is," Vivian purred, enjoying the way Milla squirmed beneath her touch.
As Vivian's fingers danced across Milla's sensitive flesh, saliva began to drip down both their cleavage, adding another layer of sensuality to the situation. In that moment, Milla's entire world narrowed down to the feel of Vivian's fingers on her skin, the weight of their bodies pressed together, and the racing of her own heartbeat.
Is this what I've been craving all along? Milla thought, her mind racing. To be completely at someone else's mercy, to give in to the pleasure and laughter they can create within me?
"Please," Milla whimpered through the gag, not even sure what she was begging for anymore – relief? More tickling? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the connection between them, the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless.
"Your wish is my command," Vivian whispered, a predatory gleam in her eye as she continued her relentless assault on Milla's vulnerable armpits.
The room was filled with a heady mix of laughter, moans, and the scent of arousal. Milla's cheeks burned as Dominique stepped behind her, her nimble fingers teasing her nipples. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, making her gasp as her body began to respond. She could hear Emilia's desperate moans in the background, only heightening her own desire.
"Ah, you're so sensitive," Dominique murmured into Milla's ear, her breath hot against her skin. "I can tell how much you want this."
Milla couldn't deny it. She was intoxicated by the sensations coursing through her body, the vulnerability of her position, and the need to submit to these women who held her captive with their skilled touches. As Vivian resumed her tickling assault on Milla's armpits, she leaned in to kiss her deeply, first loosening the gag to allow for full access.
Their lips met hungrily, tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. Milla was free to scream now, but instead, she chose to pour her pleasure into the kiss, relishing the connection with Vivian.
"Will you be my tickle slave forever?" Vivian asked, her voice sultry and commanding.
Milla hesitated for a moment, considering the implications of her choice. But the answer was clear – she wanted nothing more than to stay here, in this world where pleasure and submission ruled. With a determined nod, she whispered, "Yes... yes, Mistress."
"Good girl," Vivian praised, smiling as she ran her fingers through Milla's hair. Their lips met again in a heated embrace, each woman lost in the intensity of the moment. All the while, Dominique continued her attentions on Milla's nipples, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
As Vivian's fingers returned to Milla's armpits, her mind raced with thoughts of what she'd agreed to. She was now Vivian's tickle slave, committed to a life of pleasure and submission – but somehow, the idea didn't scare her. Instead, it only made her crave more.
"Is this really what I want?" Milla wondered, even as her body writhed under their skilled touches. But she knew the answer was yes – she wanted to be pushed to her limits, to explore the depths of her desires, and to find a new sense of freedom in her surrender.
With each tickle, each teasing touch, Milla felt herself drawn deeper into this world of submission and pleasure. And as the laughter mixed with moans filled the room once more, she knew there was no turning back.
Vivian felt the rhythmic motions of Milla's body against hers, each small wave growing increasingly insistent. She shot a glance at Dominique and gave her a subtle nod. Dominique understood immediately and let go of Milla's nipples, stepping back to take hold of both her feet.
"Get ready for even more, my dear," Dominique whispered, squatting down with a brush in hand. As she began to stroke the bristles across Milla's soles, Milla's laughter turned into near-panicked gasps. The sensation was maddening, unbearable – but also irresistible.
"Please... oh god, please..." Milla managed between bouts of laughter, her thoughts a whirlwind of pleasure and desperation.
"Shhh, just let go," Vivian encouraged her, resuming her tickling assault on Milla's nipples. The dual sensations pushed Milla closer and closer to the edge, the line between laughter and moans becoming increasingly blurred.
"Vivian... I can't... it's too much!" Milla cried out, feeling as though she might explode from the intensity of it all.
"Trust me, my sweet slave, you can handle this," Vivian murmured against her lips, pulling Milla into a searing kiss. Milla leaned into it, seeking solace from the onslaught of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her completely.
As the tickling continued, Milla felt herself being propelled towards something monumental – an orgasm unlike any she'd ever experienced before. Vivian's fingers danced across her nipples while Dominique's brush tormented her feet. The combination of sensations left her mind reeling, caught in a haze of ecstasy and delirium.
"Vivian... I'm... I'm..." Milla stammered, unable to form a coherent thought.
"Let it happen, Milla. Embrace it," Vivian whispered, her breath hot against Milla's ear.
And then, in a burst of white-hot pleasure and euphoria, Milla came. The sensation tore through her like wildfire, consuming her entire being in its searing heat. Her body convulsed and she screamed out her abandon, her laughter mingling with guttural moans as the waves of pleasure continued to crash over her relentlessly.
"Vivian... oh god, Vivian!" Milla cried, the intensity of her orgasm leaving her momentarily breathless. Vivian held her close, their lips still locked together even as Milla's laughter subsided into shuddering gasps.
"Beautiful," Vivian murmured, her smile full of genuine affection. "You did so well, my dear."
As Milla's breathing began to return to normal, she knew that she'd never experienced anything quite like this before. She was on cloud nine, utterly spent but also strangely invigorated by the sheer force of her climax.
"Thank you... Mistress," Milla whispered, feeling a renewed sense of devotion to Vivian.
Milla, still recovering from her own intense experience, watched as Vivian moved towards Emilia with a predatory gleam in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for what was about to happen to the other woman.
"Let's let our new slave rest now," Vivian declared, her voice full of authority and excitement. "Let's get Emilia! The loser gets tickled!"
Emilia's eyes widened in anticipation, her breath hitching as she awaited her fate. Milla could practically sense the thrill coursing through her veins, even as she felt the lingering aftershocks of her own orgasm.
"Please, Vivian... I'm so close," Emilia whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
"Are you sure, my dear?" Vivian teased, clearly enjoying the power she held over both women.
"Yes, I need it!" Emilia cried out, unable to contain her desperation any longer.
"Very well," Vivian smiled, turning to Dominique. "Shall we give her what she wants?"
"Absolutely," Dominique replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face. As Vivian approached Emilia's head, rapidly spider tickling her armpits, Dominique dashed to the foot that remained untouched and grabbed the brush they had used on Milla earlier.
"Ready or not, here it comes!" Dominique announced, beginning to furiously scrub Emilia's sole with the bristles.
"Ah! Oh god!" Emilia screeched, laughter immediately bubbling up from within her as the dual assault on her armpits and foot brought her to the edge of sanity. Her body writhed beneath Scarlett, who continued to grind against her crotch, driving her further into the realm of pleasure and torment.
"Please, please! More!" Emilia gasped between peals of laughter, her eyes glistening with tears as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
"Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" Vivian taunted, increasing the intensity of her tickling. "But I suppose you've earned it."
"Thank you! Ahaha!" Emilia managed to choke out, completely lost in the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Scarlett, keep grinding. Faster," Vivian commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. Scarlett, ever the obedient participant, quickened her pace, eliciting a fresh wave of moans and laughter from the helpless Emilia.
"I... I can't take it!" Emilia wailed, the relentless combination of tickling and grinding pushing her closer and closer to the brink. "Please, please let me... ah!"
"Go on, Emilia," Vivian urged, her tone softening slightly. "Let it happen."
And with that final encouragement, Emilia surrendered to the ecstasy building within her, her moans crescendoing into screams of laughter as she came harder than she ever had before. Her face was a mess of tears and sweat, but even through her exhaustion, Milla could see the pure joy shining in her eyes.
"Beautiful," Vivian murmured, much as she had when Milla had reached her own climax. "I knew you had it in you."
Exhausted and spent, Emilia and Milla were tied and finished, their bodies glistening with sweat. Vivian carefully untied their restraints, her fingers expertly working the knots loose. Dominique and Scarlett did the same, freeing them from the X-frames that had held them captive.
"Come on, let's get you two to bed," Vivian said gently, wrapping an arm around Milla and helping her to stand. Emilia found herself supported by Dominique and Scarlett as they guided her towards the large, inviting bed in the bedroom upstairs.
"Thank you," Milla whispered, still somewhat dazed from the intensity of her experience. Vivian just smiled and pulled her into a warm hug.
"Of course, my sweet tickle slave," she murmured into Milla's ear, making her shiver with anticipation.
As they settled onto the bed, Emilia turned to Milla, her eyes alight with excitement. "Can I just say how incredibly hot it was when Dominique tickled your feet? I thought I was going to lose my mind just watching!"
Milla laughed, nodding in agreement. "I know, right? I felt like I was going to die from both pleasure and laughter. It was insane."
They both shared a giggle at the memory, the intimacy of the moment drawing them closer together. Emilia reached out and took Milla's hand, squeezing it gently.
"Hey, I'm really glad we get to share this life together," she said softly, her voice full of sincerity.
"Me too," Milla agreed, her heart swelling with affection for her friend.
"Enjoy tonight, girls," Vivian interjected with a sly smile. "Tomorrow, I'll make sure to give you both a real good time. So, get some rest."
"Looking forward to it, Mistress," They both said.
