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Hello, again. Here's the next installment in Emily's tickling journey in which she gets what she thought she wanted. Please let me know what you think.
1
Emily was frustrated . . . in more ways than one.
Emily had thought it was to be a pleasant hang out when her best friend, Coretta, had come over. She had spent the time before Coretta's arrival continuing to tease and torment her sex with a feather, the activity she had been engaged in before her friend's text had interrupted her. The feather's titillating touch was a near agony in and of itself and Emily had teased herself to a near orgasmic state with it. She had been anticipating hanging out with Coretta while the very slow ebbing of her arousal left her feeling naughty in her oblivious friend's presence. She had even had a subconscious urge to see if her aroused state might give her the courage to reveal her tickling fetish to Coretta.
Instead Coretta had almost immediately told her about computer problems that Madison, an old basketball teammate of Coretta's, was having and asked her if she would help. Coretta had seemed awkward around Emily and had quickly made an excuse to leave after Emily agreed to help Madison.
Emily had called the big, blond, athlete expecting to set up an appointment for later, but Madison was ready and eager for her to come over right away.
So, Emily stood in Madison's small, two bedroom house listening to the tall girl describe the problem. She was frustrated that her visit with Coretta had been so fleeting and unsatisfying. More presently she was physically frustrated. Since she had quickly slipped into shorts and a t-shirt when she heard Coretta calling from the downstairs of her house and she had been upset at Coretta's sudden departure she had just decided to accept Madison's invitation to come over right away without thinking about it. However, her earlier masturbatory play with the feather, which had left her body as inflamed as she had hoped, had done its job too well. Her clitoris, her entire vulva really, throbbed with arousal. Her nipples were still stiff and tingly. Her whole body was flushed with sensitivity and desire. And she had just realized that in her distraction and haste to get-this-over-with she had neglected to put on any kind of underwear. She hoped that the Coretta's old friend was too distracted by her computer problem to notice Emily's obvious arousal as indicated by her flushed state and her nipples trying to poke through her shirt.
Meanwhile, Emily was having the opposite problem. She was nearly too distracted by her overstimulated body to focus on Madison's technical problem.
Madison finished telling Emily about the crash and left her to her work. Though she had controlled her reaction her eyes had wanted to bug out of her head when she opened her door to Emily's knock and saw the pale redhead standing there in skimpy denim shorts and a thin t-shirt. It was obvious that the shirt was all that covered the girl's breasts and Madison was fairly certain from the way the shorts hugged her body that panties were not part of her attire either. Given that it was a warm day Madison had a lecherous interest in what was causing Emily's nipples to create little tents in her shirt and, also, why there was a pink coloring to her normally alabaster skin.
The big blond had asked Emily to kick off her sandals by the door. She was prepared to make some flimsy excuse about the carpet, flimsy because the athletic tomboy did not exactly keep a pristine house. Clothes were lying about and there were dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. However, Emily didn't bat an eye. To Madison it was as if she were setting herself up for the tall girl's particular brand of attack if things with the computer fix went awry.
Emily sat down in the used office chair at Madison's computer desk. The desk was situated against the wall to the left of a short hallway that led, Emily assumed, to the house's two bedrooms. She reached into a small bag she had brought with her and got out a restoration disk.
Emily was both relieved and annoyed at how quickly she was able to get Madison's PC up and running. She was annoyed because a problem that was so easily fixed seemed a waste of time to her, especially given that both her "personal" time and her visit with Coretta had been cut short because of it. The relief was because she desperately wanted to get out of there. She had been sitting hunched forward over the keyboard as she worked, the position she usually took when focused on serious computer tasks. In that position her tight, denim shorts were riding up into her crotch and the front seam was pressed firmly against her clitoris. Tiny shifting movements as she typed and moved the mouse had caused that very seam to ever so slightly nudge and rub her small pleasure bud as she worked so that her stimulated condition, rather than slowly ebbing as she worked, had slowly ramped back up to the near peaked level she had been feeling before Coretta had come over earlier. At this point almost any movement she made caused her shorts to spark a thrill of excitement centered on her burningly sensitive clitoris to shoot out in a spiderweb of tingles across her body. Her nipples were so stiff they almost ached. Her skin was pebbled with goosebumps, and the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. She was oblivious to the fact that she was biting her lower lip and beginning to breath more heavily.
However, Emily had genuinely good work ethic, and, despite her annoyance with the situation, she wanted to give her "customer" the full benefit of her help. Both Coretta and Madison had told her that the crash had occured when Madison was transferring files to the computer. Seeing the digital camera still connected Emily assumed, correctly of course, that the files were pictures. She quickly accessed the camera and prepared to move its contents over. Just as she was about to ask Madison where she wanted the pics she noticed that the default folder was filled with photos already and assumed that's where she should put the new ones. Then she looked closer.
Emily's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. The destination folder's contents were displayed in large thumbnails, and there before her was picture after picture of partially to totally nude men and women restrained in various ways. Most simply looked sweaty and exhausted, but some were close-ups with the hand of the picture taker reaching in to tickle some vulnerable part of the helpless body. In these pics the victim was in the obvious throws of shrieking laughter.
Emily felt a convulsive pulse between her legs that nearly tipped the scales into an orgasm and ratcheted her flaming desire to an even more agonizing pitch.
What? How? Emily felt light-headed. The incongruity of her arousal and the very bondage and tickling images that she had so recently discovered were the key to that arousal with being in another person's house and on another person's PC made her feel surreal. Her desire addled brain wanted to begin clicking on images while she reached into her shorts, but her sense of decorum was screaming inside her head about where she was. Then she heard Madison's voice.
"Get up and turn around." The commanding tone was startling. Emily realized that Madison had to be able to see what was on the screen from where she was in the living room behind her. Slowly, with a flush of deep embarrassment that darkened her already pink face, she turned in the chair to look at the muscular blond girl.
Madison had been sitting on the couch watching Emily from the beginning. Her couch faced perpendicular to the computer desk, so she sat leaning against the far arm of it with her legs up on the cushions. She could see over Emily's shoulder and had taken an actual interest in the quick actions of the redhead which had so rapidly brought her dead computer back to life. She had assumed the restoration, if it worked at all, would take hours, possibly. Instead, Emily had the PC up and running in about 20 minutes. Madison had not even had time to get bored with watching her.
While she had truly found Emily's actions interesting it had not kept her from noticing that the willowy, young beauty seemed agitated. During moments when the screen was dark Madison could see the reflection of Emily nibbling her lip and her occasional wince as she shifted in the chair.
What the hell is going on with this girl? It was like she had to pee so badly she could barely contain herself, except for the erect nipples and blushing cheeks she had noticed earlier. Those combined elements made it seem more like someone must be playing with her under the desk while she worked, creating a different, hard-to-contain sensation.
Then, all such musings flew from her mind as she saw Emily open the folder with her "special" pictures. This is what she had been afraid of. She had no idea what the girl would have to do to restore her crashed computer or what would be visible when it came back up. The possibility that her blackmail/masturbation pics might show up had crossed Madison's mind and she had prepared for it. She quickly stood up as she heard Emily's quiet gasp. In her hand was a small gun. In truth it was nothing more than a toy and only made a small snapping sound from inserted caps when fired, but it looked very realistic.
It was time to exact her distinctive form of deterrent and self protection.
Emily's mouth dropped open. Madison was standing there in a t-shirt and sweat pants, looking for all the world like a young woman spending the day lounging about the house . . . with the glaring exception of a small semi-automatic pointed at the redhead.
"I said get up." Madison's voice was icy, and the look on her face was a frightening mix of anger and indifference. When the stunned Emily still didn't move Madison raised the gun to shoulder level. Emily quickly got up.
"Down the hall," Madison motioned with the barrel of the gun. "The right hand door."
Looking over her shoulder with round eyes Emily slowly moved down the hall to the indicated door. With a look of impatience flashing across her face Madison waggled the gun at the door. Emily reached for the knob. Opening the door she began to step forward then stopped. The room ahead was pitch black except for the little bit of light from the open doorway which revealed brown carpet but did not extend far enough into the room for her to see anything else.
"Take four steps straight forward. There's nothing for you to run into. Then close your eyes."
Emily looked back at Madison then into the dark room, hesitating.
"You'll regret it if you keep making me repeat myself." Madison's cold tone, with an underlying malice that sent a shiver down Emily's spine, got her moving. She took her four steps into the room and closed her eyes. Just before squeezing them shut she thought she saw a large shape in the gloom to her left.
Emily heard Madison enter the room and close the door. A click and a sudden red illumination through her eyelids told her the other girl had turned on a light.
"Keep your eyes closed. Take off your clothes and toss them to your right."
Despite her fear Emily hesitated again. Suddenly she felt Madison's breath on the back of her neck and the gun barrel in the small of her back.
"I told you you would pay for making me repeat myself. GET THEM OFF!" Madison's fierce whisper was filled with frigid fury.
Emily quickly stripped her shirt off and tossed it away. She unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped, and wiggled them down off her hips. Stepping out of them she sent them after the shirt.
Emily's fear at the suddenly perilous situation had caused her rampant desire to fade rapidly until only a ghost of her former arousal remained. Now, standing naked in front of Madison, unable to see what was going on, her bare body began to heat up again, and rapidly due to her recent state. Her fear was not gone, but remembering the pictures she had so recently seen on Madison's computer as she stood exposed in front of the other girl, her every tender part open to scrutiny, she felt the dire situation take on strongly erotic overtones. She imagined she felt Madison's eyes burning a trail over her nakedness.
Emily's imagination was not wrong. Madison had stepped around in front of the redhead and was eyeing her bare body with a lustful glint. She could already imagine dancing her fingers all over the pale skin before her, and the anticipation was inflaming her own desire. Emily's small breasts were pleasantly shaped cones of flesh in Madison's opinion. Her light pink areolae were puckered with goose flesh and her long nipples were distended and firm. Her reddish-brown pubic curls glistened where her shorts had rubbed her own wetness into them. Madison had been right! This girl was turned on for some reason.
Well, it was time to see if tickling would increase that state. After the previous night's revelation of Jack's arousal Madison had been excited about seeing if she could elicit the same response in a female. So far signs were extremely favorable for success with the one in front of her. Of course, Madison didn't really know just what a perfect paragon of an erotic tickling victim she had stumbled across.
They were both about to find out.
2
"Turn to your right and open your eyes," Madison said after positioning herself where she would be in front of Emily. Emily quickly obeyed. Opening her eyes she saw Madison first, still holding the gun. Then she noticed he room. The walls were padded with some kind of grey, spongy looking material. The window, to her left, was covered with the same stuff. In the corner left of where she was facing was a sturdy looking wooden chair with thin padding on the back, arms, seat, and the front of the legs. Her eyes widened as she saw that it was also equipped with leather manacles at the end of the armrests, the bottom of the front legs, and on each side's crosspiece about 5 inches off the floor.
"Back up."
Emily's eyes jerked from the chair to Madison's face. Then she quickly glanced over her shoulder and began to back up. She nearly stopped as soon as she started, but, remembering Madison's earlier anger, kept backing, even as her eyes widened again and a gasp escaped her.
Peripherally she noticed that a simple overhead fixture is what illuminated the room. However, what caught and held her attention was the rack.
It was a big device made of wood, steel, and padded leather. The wood beams created a person-sized, inverted 'Y'. The planks of its one upper arm and its two legs were padded in the same way as the chair in the corner. The inverted 'Y' was supported by a sturdy steel pipe frame. It leaned back on the frame at a little bit of an angle. At the top of the arm and the bottom of the legs were leather manacles also like the ones on the corner chair. Hanging from the legs of the device where straps with some sort of fuzzy cloth on their inside surface. A similar strap was attached part way up the arm. At the bottom of each leg was a small wooden footrest.
"Climb up," said Madison, with a malicious grin, when Emily had backed up to the device. "Step into the cuffs when you do, and pull them tight."
Still trying to avoid Madison's anger Emily quickly obeyed, but blushed furiously as she did. Getting her feet into the manacles and on the rests made her spread her legs so wide that it was awkward to pull each buckling strap tight on her ankles. When she finished she wobbled upright, flopping back onto the padded beam behind her. In her spread position her vulva felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable. She quickly dropped her hands in front of it. Madison smirked.
"Ah, ah, arms up sugar tits." Emily's blush deepened even further at the vulgar appellation and the suddenly playful tone in Madison's voice. As she raised her arms she felt her lust ramp up. Despite her fear, or maybe even because of it, the situation; her exposed sex between her wide spread legs, the bondage, the implication of the pictures on Madison's computer, and the acute sensitivity of her body which had been previously teased to the near pinnacle of her carnal limits and had been in that state for most of the day, now, was feeding her libido as a banquet might feed a starving horde.
Emily saw Madison put down the gun, but the thought of resistance barely flitted across her mind. She realized what a disadvantage she was at with her feet restrained, her nakedness, and Madison's greater strength. Also, in the back of her mind, she was beginning to contemplate the possibility that this was a situation she might not really want to extricate herself from. With a tiny spark of burgeoning hope she let herself wonder if the thing she wanted most was about to happen.
Madison quickly finished strapping Emily in. The leg straps secured her thighs just above the knees. The upper manacles secured her wrists and the upper strap was cinched down on her arms just below her elbows . With all of that accomplished Madison bent down and disconnected the footrests, dropping them out from under Emily's feet. Emily's body sagged slightly in her bonds, but the multiple, soft restraints distributed her weight across the device so that there was only a bit of pressure without any pain.
Madison was very proud of her devices. As the daughter of a skilled handyman and a girl with strong tomboyish tendencies Madison had developed a lot of her own skill with tools and engineering. She had built both the rack and the chair in hopes that she might, someday, get to truly fulfill her desire to confine and tickle someone to her heart's content.
And then Emily had walked in all but gift wrapped for her.
Madison strolled around the the front of the device. Standing in front of Emily she let her gaze take a lascivious stroll up and down her captive's bound body. Emily wiggled in her restraints feeling another blush suffuse her skin. She had never felt more vulnerable.
Madison had intended to make a little speech, to let Emily know that she was at her mercy and would never be able to reveal what was about to happen to her for fear of retribution, in the form of revealed pictures as well as future torment. However, confronted with the sight of Emily's naked, defenseless body she couldn't hold back.
Emily's eyes widened yet again as Madison stepped forward. Madison's hands shot out, her fingers digging in to Emily's belly and wriggling frantically. Peals of laughter immediately burst forth from Emily's mouth. She jerked and bounced what little she could, whipping her head back and forth, as the intolerable tickling sensations assaulted her. It was too intense to bear, but there was nothing she could do about it. Madison's burrowing fingertips triggered a horrendous, yet titillating response from her nerve endings that was a kind of pleasure too horribly acute to take. In all of her fantasies Emily had never imagined the overwhelmingly terrible nature of her longed for erotic torture.
Madison gleefully tickled Emily's belly, reveling in her screams of laughter, for about 30 seconds. When she stopped Emily hung there gasping and groaning. Madison was filled with excitement. Emily was extremely ticklish, and here she was in Madison's house, strapped to her rack. Madison could fulfill her every desire with no need to stop. The beautiful, young redhead was hers to play with. With a dangerous gleam in her eye Madison reached forward again.
Emily had been hanging on the rack gasping for breath with her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn't take it. The tickling was so much more than she had expected. The sensations ellicited by Madison's touch were excruciating, unendurable.
Yet, her genitals throbbed with pulses of pleasure. Her nipples tingled and ached with each pulse from between her legs. She wanted more.
Her eyes flew open and she squealed when Madison's fingertips dove into her ribs. Laughter poured from her, though not quite as frantic as before. Though it was still agonizingly torturous Madison's probing fingers were slightly gentler, here.
Emily jerked and writhed in her bonds as Madison tormented her sides. Her arms strained to pull down and cover her suffering flesh, but, of course, could not. Her shrieks and squeals filled the room, but she discovered she could still pull in gasping breaths. Then she realized that that was Madison's purpose. She didn't have to stop.
Emily shook her head wailing out her laughter. She took a great gasping breath as the rib tickling filled her senses, "Please, Madison, STOOOOP!" She managed to laugh out the plea, but Madison just looked up, with a grin, and continued torturing her sides with wiggling digits.
The torment continued for maybe 5 minutes. To Emily it felt like an eternity as she strained with her naked body to pull free and escape the intense sensations. Finally Madison pulled her hands away.
Emily wheezed and trembled. With the tickling momentarily paused Emily could, once again, focus on the other things her body was feeling. Where Madison's fingers had just been Emily's skin was nearly burning with sensitivity. The absence of the direct stimulation with which she had just been afflicted left her skin tingling in contrast.
Her sex continued to throb. The keen need for stimulation there made her thighs flex in an unconscious desire to squeeze them together. The desire to have something, anything caress her pulsating genitals was beginning to be a torment all its own.
This time Emily's eyes were open when Madison's hands approached. Slowly the big blond extended gently swaying fingers towards her underarms. Emily's face reflected her horror as she tried to shrink from Madison's threatening digits.
"No, no, no, no, no, Madison. Please don't. Please, no, Madison, no, no, No, NO," Emily babbled, her voice rising in pitch as the fingers neared her unprotected hollows. Finally, Madison's skin touched Emily's. The redhead's hips lifted from the rack as far as they could as she tried to hunch away from the light, brushing contact. Giggles bubbled up from her throat alternating with a high-pitched keening from behind clenched teeth.
This tickling was so much lighter than what had come before, though it was still unbearable. The titillating touch tortured her oh so sensitive hollows while also sending little radiating thrills of sensation out from those tormented spots. Goose flesh rippled along Emily's skin everywhere, but soon her mind centered on three spots; her teased armpits, her tingling nipples, and her throbbing vulva. The shooting thrills of pleasure emanating from her traumatized hollows had begun to coalesce in the other two spots. More and more her giggles became the squealing and keening sound as her aching nipples and her inflamed sex surged with pleasurable need. The devastating torture of the armpit tickling became a counterpoint to the lack of direct stimulation to her breasts and sex.
Even as Emily whined and shrank from the tickles the lustful need increased in her turgid tips and between her legs. Quickly it became hard to tell which was the greater torment, her desire for the tickling of her armpits to stop or her desire for the touching of her breasts and sex to start. It became an exquisite duet of anguish.
Madison reveled in Emily's suffering. Her giggles were like music. Her keening made the blond's own lust swell. As the redhead's need built Madison delighted in watching her hips thrust forward and tremble. Now that she knew to watch for it the signs of her victim's arousal doubled Madison's joy in the torture she inflicted.
Then the doorbell rang. Madison swore as she turned away from Emily. The only reason she had heard the bell was because the type of tickling she was doing wasn't causing loud laughter. Though not entirely soundproofed the room was definitely sound "dampened". Madison stood there breathing heavily from her own arousal.
The bell sounded again. Madison started for the bedroom door with another curse, then stopped. Slowly she turned back and looked specutively at the toy gun. After a moment's hesitation she went back and got it, then left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Emily hung there, alone, naked, and so aroused she could barely think straight. She had been tortured beyond endurance, but forced to endure. It was everything she had hoped for, but too much at the same time. Meanwhile, the tickle torture was having exactly the effect she had dared to dream of. She was certain that 5 seconds with a vibrator, a tongue, her own fingers, hell, anything, would send her over the edge into the most fantastic orgasm she had ever felt. The tingling, throbbing need for it was almost enough to bring tears. She shuddered with the longing to have a mouth on her breasts and a hand between her legs.
She waited for Madison's return with dread and lustful anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity, during which Emily's lewd cravings ebbed hardly at all, the door opened . . . and Coretta walked in.
Emily was struck dumb. Her mouth hung open as Coretta took a couple more hesistant steps and stopped. The reason for her hesitance was immediately clear. She was blindfolded.
Just as Emily was ready to call out to her best friend Madison entered the room behind her. Looking at Emily she made a shushing motion with the barrel of the gun to her lips. Emily's mouth snapped shut.
"Alright, I put on your damn blindfold and came in here. Now, where's Emily? Her car's outside, so she didn't go home."
Emily felt a surge of love for Coretta at the sound of her friend's concerned anger, and, confusingly, a surge of lust. If she had been able to free herself from the rack her greatest desire just then would have been to grab her friend in a tight embrace, kiss her soundly, and strip her naked for an orgiastic romp.
"Take off the blindfold, she's right here."
Coretta quickly yanked the cloth from her head and looked around. Her eyes widened, almost comically, when she saw her friend.
"Emily," she whispered, her voice full of horror and concern.
Emily blushed furiously for the umpteenth time that day. Embarrassment filled her at the sight she must present.
Coretta whipped around to Madison.
"You bitch!" Her first step toward the blond brought Madison's gun up.
"Back off! Even if you're willing to try me what are the chances of this going off and hurting your pretty friend over there? Step back, now!" Madison's voice had taken on the icy tones with which she has addressed Emily earlier.
Coretta hesitated, then, with a side glance at Emily she backed away.
"Good, now strip."
Coretta opened her mouth for an angry retort. Madison pointed the gun at Emily. Coretta shut her mouth. With a look of pure hate she began to strip down. Soon she was standing, naked, with her jeans, shirt, bra, and panties in a bunch in her arms. Madison waved the gun.
"Drop them over there. Then, sit in that chair. Strap both your feet and one hand in"
Coretta dropped her clothes and turned. She gave the chair a long look before going to sit down and slowly slip into the restraints, tightening all but one arm.
Emily watched with a mix of emotions roiling through her. First was a deep love for her closest friend. Her concern for Emily highlighted all of their history and made the redhead realize how much she cherished the ebon-skinned girl. Second was lust. While Emily was just beginning to realize that her love for Coretta might be more than platonic her libido was well beyond any confusion on the subject. Seeing Coretta's nude body, her near-black skin, her large, deep brown areolae and thick nipples, the black curls between her toned legs, the generous curving swell of her hips and breasts, her full mouth and gorgeous eyes; Emily really, really wanted Coretta. She was fairly certain she would want the exotic, dark girl even if her lustful need for an orgasm wasn't currently causing her vaginal fluids to flow down her legs and her genitals to ache with desire. Emily also felt worry for Coretta. Even while she salaciously eyed her friend's body she realized what Madison probably meant to do having made her strip down and get strapped in the chair.
Madison forced Coretta to put her other arm through the final strap and secured her to the chair. Coretta didn't struggle for the same reason Emily hadn't.
Then, Madison turned back to Emily.
"Now, where were we?"
She walked over to the redhead and stood in front of her. Bending down she eyed Emily's vulva. Emily found herself red-faced yet again as the big blond openly studied her sex.
Suddenly Madison reached out and slipped a finger partially up into Emily's vagina then dragged the finger up and forward so that it slipped between her lips and gently flicked her clitoris. Emily was mortified as she bucked her hips and gasped out her pleasure at the sensual touch.
"Why, Emily, I do believe you're a horny little tickle slut," Madison said with mock surprise as she looked at her wet finger.
Emily kept her eyes tightly shut, not looking at Madison or Coretta as she felt her vagina clench with how near Madison's single touch had brought her to orgasm. Then her eyes flew open as she felt Madison's hands squeeze her thighs. Once again laughter burst forth from her as she writhed on the rack trying in vain to escape Madison's kneading tickles. Her legs quivered and jerked as she shrieked. Madison grinned maniacally as her fingers elicited cackling screams from her victim.
Coretta sat in the bondage chair fuming and helpless. Her best friend as well as the girl she secretly loved was being tortured by that big, blond bitch. The chair creaked as Coretta pulled at the manacles without even really noticing. That fucking bimbo had even ran her finger through Emily's sex as if she owned it.
Under her anger and concern for Emily something else was building, though. As Coretta listened to her best friend's wild, beautiful laughter and watched her elegant, alabaster body squirm and struggle she tried to ignore her own desire.
But, the longer she watched Madison torment Emily's thighs, and watched Emily twist in her agony, the more aroused she was becoming. She felt a burning shame as she realized what was happening but could do nothing to stop it. The sight and sound of her friend's torture was incredibly erotic. Coretta felt her thick nipples tighten and pleasure began to build between her thighs.
Madison finally let off squeezing and kneading Emily's thighs. Emily sagged in her bonds with a raggedy, sobbing gasp. Like the belly tickling this had been pure torture. Tears leaked from the corners of Emily's eyes as her legs quivered. It had been a new titillating misery as she tried to close her bound legs feeling the terrible tickling she could not escape at the same time as the hands so close to her vulva had highlighted that vulnerability. Her genitals were now just a continuous burning flame of near-orgasmic desire. Her hips continued to twist and thrust as her need tormented her.
Madison crouched down between Emily's legs eyeing her mound again. Reaching up she gently danced her fingertips on the redhead's hips and down into the creases on either side of her reddish-brown curls. Emily squealed and thrust her hips forward as her legs strained with all their might to close.
Suddenly Madison stood up and strode out of the room, closing the door behind her, again.
Coretta stared at the door for a minute then turned to Emily.
"Oh, damn, Emily, are you okay?" Coretta felt like it was a stupid question, but she didn't know what else to say.
"Coretta," Emily answered hoarsely, "it tickles so badly. It's torture. I can't make her stop. She can just keep tickling and I can't take it. But . . . fuck, Coretta, I'm so horny. I wan't to cum so badly. It's like it pushes me just to the edge of an orgasm then keeps me there."
"I'm so sorry, Emily. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. I'll find a way to get us out of this, I swear. "
"Coretta, it's not your . . . "
The door swung open and Madison came back in. Her sweat pants were gone revealing a plain pair of white panties. In one hand she held her camera. In the other was a large vibrator. She set the vibrator down, closed the door, and began to take pictures of both girls from various angles. Then she put the camera down and picked the vibrator back up.
She knelt down in front of Emily again. With one hand she began tickling the redhead's inner thighs with a light, skittery touch. With the other hand she switched the vibrator on and pressed it against her own mound through her panties.
Emily began giggling, again, as her her legs quivered and her hips jerked. Madison's hand danced down her legs, jumping back and forth between them. She finally let her hand stay on Emily's left leg and worked her way down to her foot.
When Madison's hand reached Emily's sole the pale-skinned girl's giggles erupted back into full blown laughter as she twitched her foot madly trying to avoid the tickling torture on one of her most sensitive spots. The foot wiggling did reduce Madison's effectiveness, but not enough to matter. Emily shrieked and squealed as Madison danced her fingers all over her sole.
Meanwhile, the vibrator was quickly working to finish what torturing Emily had begun for Madison. The buzzing toy against her panty-covered clitoris coupled with Emily's struggles and laughter was shooting her straight to an orgasm. She began to moan and sway her knees in and out as she felt it build. Then with one loud, protracted moan she burst, shuddering, as her orgasm washed over her. She steadied herself with the hand she had been using to tickle Emily.
Though her laughter had stopped Emily was still gasping and sobbing. As Madison had tickled her foot the torture had begun to shoot jolts of pleasure up her leg to her vulva in much the same way the underarm tickling had done. Only the pleasure had, slowly but surely, continued to build. Emily was sure she was finally going to reach her orgasm, until Madison's own orgasm had cut the tickling short. Now, Emily hung on the rack on the razor's edge of tipping over into mind-blowing pleasure with no way to nudge herself over that edge. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as she dangled in the manacles and straps.
And, suddenly, Coretta was behind Madison, wrapping her strong arms around the other girl's neck in a sleeper hold.
Earlier Coretta had discovered that, while Madison had carefully checked each of the manacles that the dark girl had tightened on her own limbs, the blond had actually done a poor job of tightening the one that she had secured herself. While Madison was tickling Emily's foot and pleasuring herself Coretta had worked her hand free and then unbuckled the rest of her limbs.
A very surprised Madison struggled but it was already too late as her own post orgasmic euphoria and the lack of oxygen to her brain left her too weak to mount an effective defense. She quickly lost consciousness. Coretta lowered her to the floor, then quickly dragged her over to the chair. It was difficult to heave the big, athletic girl into the chair, but adrenaline helped the ebon girl complete the job. Once she secured Madison's appendages in the manacles she grabbed the blindfold from earlier and put it over the blond's eyes.
Then Coretta hurried to Emily.
"Let me get you out of this. Hold on."
"Coretta . . . " The dark girl looked up at the strained sound of her name on Emily's lips. She noted the glaze of lust in her friend's eyes and saw her writhing hips. She wasn't even sure Emily knew she was moving them, but the pleading in her tone was obvious.
Coretta felt a swell of pleasure between her own legs as she stopped unbuckling the strap and turned to face Emily's mound of reddish-brown curls. Slowly she leaned in extending her tongue. Gently she licked up between her friend's slick folds, found her clitoris, and began to work it up and down.
"Oh . . . fuck . . . YEEEESSSSSSS!" Emily's voice devolved from words to one long scream of ecstasy. Her pelvis shook against Coretta's mouth as the overwhelming explosion of pleasure blasted through her. The rapturous wave continued to crash over her for what seemed ages and her delirious howls voiced her exultation. Her screams began to taper off as the orgasm slowly ebbed then rose again as the next wave of pleasure flooded her body. Coretta wrapped her arms around Emily's thighs and continued stroking her clitoris with her tongue as the redhead shrieked through orgasm after orgasm slowly subsiding into gentler and gentler peaks punctuated by grunts and moans until Emily finally sagged on the rack and Coretta pulled away trailing wet strings of her friend's nectar from her mouth and chin.
"Well . . . golly," rasped Emily with a weary attempt at humor. Coretta wiped her face and smiled.
"Come on, sweetie, let's get you down," she said gently and began undoing Emily's shackles and straps. Coretta caught the exhausted redhead as she fell bonelessly into her arms. She lowered her friend tenderly to the floor then went to get her clothes. She sat on the floor next to Emily with her shorts and shirt and waited while the other girl recovered from her ordeal and her post-orgasmic bliss.
When Emily looked able Coretta helped her to stand and pull her clothes on.
As Coretta helped her wiggle into her shorts Emily raised her head and kissed her ebon friend. She locked her petite mouth onto Coretta's full lips with all the weary, earnest passion in her. At first Coretta stiffened in surprise, ironically given the carnal "kiss" she had only recently given the redhead, but then she melted into Emily's embrace and returned the kiss she had been so long hoping for.
"I love you,"whispered Emily. Coretta felt her heart skip a beat.
"I love you," Coretta whispered back huskily.
Coretta made sure Emily could stand on her own and then quickly grabbed her own clothes and slipped into them. Seeing the gun on the floor nearby she picked it up and examined it confirming her suspicion that the dangerous looking thing was not actually real. She wished she'd had the courage to test that theory earlier, but Madison had seemed so threatening.
As the girl's thoughts turned to their former captor Coretta eyed the restrained blond. She was certain the ex-basketball player was conscious and carefully listening.
"What do you think we should do with her?" As she posed the question to Emily she watched Madison stiffen almost imperceptibly.
"Nothing, for now," Emily answered, "but bring that camera. We'll deal with her later."
Coretta picked up the camera in question and, with a warm smile took Emily's hand as they left.
1
Emily was frustrated . . . in more ways than one.
Emily had thought it was to be a pleasant hang out when her best friend, Coretta, had come over. She had spent the time before Coretta's arrival continuing to tease and torment her sex with a feather, the activity she had been engaged in before her friend's text had interrupted her. The feather's titillating touch was a near agony in and of itself and Emily had teased herself to a near orgasmic state with it. She had been anticipating hanging out with Coretta while the very slow ebbing of her arousal left her feeling naughty in her oblivious friend's presence. She had even had a subconscious urge to see if her aroused state might give her the courage to reveal her tickling fetish to Coretta.
Instead Coretta had almost immediately told her about computer problems that Madison, an old basketball teammate of Coretta's, was having and asked her if she would help. Coretta had seemed awkward around Emily and had quickly made an excuse to leave after Emily agreed to help Madison.
Emily had called the big, blond, athlete expecting to set up an appointment for later, but Madison was ready and eager for her to come over right away.
So, Emily stood in Madison's small, two bedroom house listening to the tall girl describe the problem. She was frustrated that her visit with Coretta had been so fleeting and unsatisfying. More presently she was physically frustrated. Since she had quickly slipped into shorts and a t-shirt when she heard Coretta calling from the downstairs of her house and she had been upset at Coretta's sudden departure she had just decided to accept Madison's invitation to come over right away without thinking about it. However, her earlier masturbatory play with the feather, which had left her body as inflamed as she had hoped, had done its job too well. Her clitoris, her entire vulva really, throbbed with arousal. Her nipples were still stiff and tingly. Her whole body was flushed with sensitivity and desire. And she had just realized that in her distraction and haste to get-this-over-with she had neglected to put on any kind of underwear. She hoped that the Coretta's old friend was too distracted by her computer problem to notice Emily's obvious arousal as indicated by her flushed state and her nipples trying to poke through her shirt.
Meanwhile, Emily was having the opposite problem. She was nearly too distracted by her overstimulated body to focus on Madison's technical problem.
Madison finished telling Emily about the crash and left her to her work. Though she had controlled her reaction her eyes had wanted to bug out of her head when she opened her door to Emily's knock and saw the pale redhead standing there in skimpy denim shorts and a thin t-shirt. It was obvious that the shirt was all that covered the girl's breasts and Madison was fairly certain from the way the shorts hugged her body that panties were not part of her attire either. Given that it was a warm day Madison had a lecherous interest in what was causing Emily's nipples to create little tents in her shirt and, also, why there was a pink coloring to her normally alabaster skin.
The big blond had asked Emily to kick off her sandals by the door. She was prepared to make some flimsy excuse about the carpet, flimsy because the athletic tomboy did not exactly keep a pristine house. Clothes were lying about and there were dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. However, Emily didn't bat an eye. To Madison it was as if she were setting herself up for the tall girl's particular brand of attack if things with the computer fix went awry.
Emily sat down in the used office chair at Madison's computer desk. The desk was situated against the wall to the left of a short hallway that led, Emily assumed, to the house's two bedrooms. She reached into a small bag she had brought with her and got out a restoration disk.
Emily was both relieved and annoyed at how quickly she was able to get Madison's PC up and running. She was annoyed because a problem that was so easily fixed seemed a waste of time to her, especially given that both her "personal" time and her visit with Coretta had been cut short because of it. The relief was because she desperately wanted to get out of there. She had been sitting hunched forward over the keyboard as she worked, the position she usually took when focused on serious computer tasks. In that position her tight, denim shorts were riding up into her crotch and the front seam was pressed firmly against her clitoris. Tiny shifting movements as she typed and moved the mouse had caused that very seam to ever so slightly nudge and rub her small pleasure bud as she worked so that her stimulated condition, rather than slowly ebbing as she worked, had slowly ramped back up to the near peaked level she had been feeling before Coretta had come over earlier. At this point almost any movement she made caused her shorts to spark a thrill of excitement centered on her burningly sensitive clitoris to shoot out in a spiderweb of tingles across her body. Her nipples were so stiff they almost ached. Her skin was pebbled with goosebumps, and the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. She was oblivious to the fact that she was biting her lower lip and beginning to breath more heavily.
However, Emily had genuinely good work ethic, and, despite her annoyance with the situation, she wanted to give her "customer" the full benefit of her help. Both Coretta and Madison had told her that the crash had occured when Madison was transferring files to the computer. Seeing the digital camera still connected Emily assumed, correctly of course, that the files were pictures. She quickly accessed the camera and prepared to move its contents over. Just as she was about to ask Madison where she wanted the pics she noticed that the default folder was filled with photos already and assumed that's where she should put the new ones. Then she looked closer.
Emily's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. The destination folder's contents were displayed in large thumbnails, and there before her was picture after picture of partially to totally nude men and women restrained in various ways. Most simply looked sweaty and exhausted, but some were close-ups with the hand of the picture taker reaching in to tickle some vulnerable part of the helpless body. In these pics the victim was in the obvious throws of shrieking laughter.
Emily felt a convulsive pulse between her legs that nearly tipped the scales into an orgasm and ratcheted her flaming desire to an even more agonizing pitch.
What? How? Emily felt light-headed. The incongruity of her arousal and the very bondage and tickling images that she had so recently discovered were the key to that arousal with being in another person's house and on another person's PC made her feel surreal. Her desire addled brain wanted to begin clicking on images while she reached into her shorts, but her sense of decorum was screaming inside her head about where she was. Then she heard Madison's voice.
"Get up and turn around." The commanding tone was startling. Emily realized that Madison had to be able to see what was on the screen from where she was in the living room behind her. Slowly, with a flush of deep embarrassment that darkened her already pink face, she turned in the chair to look at the muscular blond girl.
Madison had been sitting on the couch watching Emily from the beginning. Her couch faced perpendicular to the computer desk, so she sat leaning against the far arm of it with her legs up on the cushions. She could see over Emily's shoulder and had taken an actual interest in the quick actions of the redhead which had so rapidly brought her dead computer back to life. She had assumed the restoration, if it worked at all, would take hours, possibly. Instead, Emily had the PC up and running in about 20 minutes. Madison had not even had time to get bored with watching her.
While she had truly found Emily's actions interesting it had not kept her from noticing that the willowy, young beauty seemed agitated. During moments when the screen was dark Madison could see the reflection of Emily nibbling her lip and her occasional wince as she shifted in the chair.
What the hell is going on with this girl? It was like she had to pee so badly she could barely contain herself, except for the erect nipples and blushing cheeks she had noticed earlier. Those combined elements made it seem more like someone must be playing with her under the desk while she worked, creating a different, hard-to-contain sensation.
Then, all such musings flew from her mind as she saw Emily open the folder with her "special" pictures. This is what she had been afraid of. She had no idea what the girl would have to do to restore her crashed computer or what would be visible when it came back up. The possibility that her blackmail/masturbation pics might show up had crossed Madison's mind and she had prepared for it. She quickly stood up as she heard Emily's quiet gasp. In her hand was a small gun. In truth it was nothing more than a toy and only made a small snapping sound from inserted caps when fired, but it looked very realistic.
It was time to exact her distinctive form of deterrent and self protection.
Emily's mouth dropped open. Madison was standing there in a t-shirt and sweat pants, looking for all the world like a young woman spending the day lounging about the house . . . with the glaring exception of a small semi-automatic pointed at the redhead.
"I said get up." Madison's voice was icy, and the look on her face was a frightening mix of anger and indifference. When the stunned Emily still didn't move Madison raised the gun to shoulder level. Emily quickly got up.
"Down the hall," Madison motioned with the barrel of the gun. "The right hand door."
Looking over her shoulder with round eyes Emily slowly moved down the hall to the indicated door. With a look of impatience flashing across her face Madison waggled the gun at the door. Emily reached for the knob. Opening the door she began to step forward then stopped. The room ahead was pitch black except for the little bit of light from the open doorway which revealed brown carpet but did not extend far enough into the room for her to see anything else.
"Take four steps straight forward. There's nothing for you to run into. Then close your eyes."
Emily looked back at Madison then into the dark room, hesitating.
"You'll regret it if you keep making me repeat myself." Madison's cold tone, with an underlying malice that sent a shiver down Emily's spine, got her moving. She took her four steps into the room and closed her eyes. Just before squeezing them shut she thought she saw a large shape in the gloom to her left.
Emily heard Madison enter the room and close the door. A click and a sudden red illumination through her eyelids told her the other girl had turned on a light.
"Keep your eyes closed. Take off your clothes and toss them to your right."
Despite her fear Emily hesitated again. Suddenly she felt Madison's breath on the back of her neck and the gun barrel in the small of her back.
"I told you you would pay for making me repeat myself. GET THEM OFF!" Madison's fierce whisper was filled with frigid fury.
Emily quickly stripped her shirt off and tossed it away. She unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped, and wiggled them down off her hips. Stepping out of them she sent them after the shirt.
Emily's fear at the suddenly perilous situation had caused her rampant desire to fade rapidly until only a ghost of her former arousal remained. Now, standing naked in front of Madison, unable to see what was going on, her bare body began to heat up again, and rapidly due to her recent state. Her fear was not gone, but remembering the pictures she had so recently seen on Madison's computer as she stood exposed in front of the other girl, her every tender part open to scrutiny, she felt the dire situation take on strongly erotic overtones. She imagined she felt Madison's eyes burning a trail over her nakedness.
Emily's imagination was not wrong. Madison had stepped around in front of the redhead and was eyeing her bare body with a lustful glint. She could already imagine dancing her fingers all over the pale skin before her, and the anticipation was inflaming her own desire. Emily's small breasts were pleasantly shaped cones of flesh in Madison's opinion. Her light pink areolae were puckered with goose flesh and her long nipples were distended and firm. Her reddish-brown pubic curls glistened where her shorts had rubbed her own wetness into them. Madison had been right! This girl was turned on for some reason.
Well, it was time to see if tickling would increase that state. After the previous night's revelation of Jack's arousal Madison had been excited about seeing if she could elicit the same response in a female. So far signs were extremely favorable for success with the one in front of her. Of course, Madison didn't really know just what a perfect paragon of an erotic tickling victim she had stumbled across.
They were both about to find out.
2
"Turn to your right and open your eyes," Madison said after positioning herself where she would be in front of Emily. Emily quickly obeyed. Opening her eyes she saw Madison first, still holding the gun. Then she noticed he room. The walls were padded with some kind of grey, spongy looking material. The window, to her left, was covered with the same stuff. In the corner left of where she was facing was a sturdy looking wooden chair with thin padding on the back, arms, seat, and the front of the legs. Her eyes widened as she saw that it was also equipped with leather manacles at the end of the armrests, the bottom of the front legs, and on each side's crosspiece about 5 inches off the floor.
"Back up."
Emily's eyes jerked from the chair to Madison's face. Then she quickly glanced over her shoulder and began to back up. She nearly stopped as soon as she started, but, remembering Madison's earlier anger, kept backing, even as her eyes widened again and a gasp escaped her.
Peripherally she noticed that a simple overhead fixture is what illuminated the room. However, what caught and held her attention was the rack.
It was a big device made of wood, steel, and padded leather. The wood beams created a person-sized, inverted 'Y'. The planks of its one upper arm and its two legs were padded in the same way as the chair in the corner. The inverted 'Y' was supported by a sturdy steel pipe frame. It leaned back on the frame at a little bit of an angle. At the top of the arm and the bottom of the legs were leather manacles also like the ones on the corner chair. Hanging from the legs of the device where straps with some sort of fuzzy cloth on their inside surface. A similar strap was attached part way up the arm. At the bottom of each leg was a small wooden footrest.
"Climb up," said Madison, with a malicious grin, when Emily had backed up to the device. "Step into the cuffs when you do, and pull them tight."
Still trying to avoid Madison's anger Emily quickly obeyed, but blushed furiously as she did. Getting her feet into the manacles and on the rests made her spread her legs so wide that it was awkward to pull each buckling strap tight on her ankles. When she finished she wobbled upright, flopping back onto the padded beam behind her. In her spread position her vulva felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable. She quickly dropped her hands in front of it. Madison smirked.
"Ah, ah, arms up sugar tits." Emily's blush deepened even further at the vulgar appellation and the suddenly playful tone in Madison's voice. As she raised her arms she felt her lust ramp up. Despite her fear, or maybe even because of it, the situation; her exposed sex between her wide spread legs, the bondage, the implication of the pictures on Madison's computer, and the acute sensitivity of her body which had been previously teased to the near pinnacle of her carnal limits and had been in that state for most of the day, now, was feeding her libido as a banquet might feed a starving horde.
Emily saw Madison put down the gun, but the thought of resistance barely flitted across her mind. She realized what a disadvantage she was at with her feet restrained, her nakedness, and Madison's greater strength. Also, in the back of her mind, she was beginning to contemplate the possibility that this was a situation she might not really want to extricate herself from. With a tiny spark of burgeoning hope she let herself wonder if the thing she wanted most was about to happen.
Madison quickly finished strapping Emily in. The leg straps secured her thighs just above the knees. The upper manacles secured her wrists and the upper strap was cinched down on her arms just below her elbows . With all of that accomplished Madison bent down and disconnected the footrests, dropping them out from under Emily's feet. Emily's body sagged slightly in her bonds, but the multiple, soft restraints distributed her weight across the device so that there was only a bit of pressure without any pain.
Madison was very proud of her devices. As the daughter of a skilled handyman and a girl with strong tomboyish tendencies Madison had developed a lot of her own skill with tools and engineering. She had built both the rack and the chair in hopes that she might, someday, get to truly fulfill her desire to confine and tickle someone to her heart's content.
And then Emily had walked in all but gift wrapped for her.
Madison strolled around the the front of the device. Standing in front of Emily she let her gaze take a lascivious stroll up and down her captive's bound body. Emily wiggled in her restraints feeling another blush suffuse her skin. She had never felt more vulnerable.
Madison had intended to make a little speech, to let Emily know that she was at her mercy and would never be able to reveal what was about to happen to her for fear of retribution, in the form of revealed pictures as well as future torment. However, confronted with the sight of Emily's naked, defenseless body she couldn't hold back.
Emily's eyes widened yet again as Madison stepped forward. Madison's hands shot out, her fingers digging in to Emily's belly and wriggling frantically. Peals of laughter immediately burst forth from Emily's mouth. She jerked and bounced what little she could, whipping her head back and forth, as the intolerable tickling sensations assaulted her. It was too intense to bear, but there was nothing she could do about it. Madison's burrowing fingertips triggered a horrendous, yet titillating response from her nerve endings that was a kind of pleasure too horribly acute to take. In all of her fantasies Emily had never imagined the overwhelmingly terrible nature of her longed for erotic torture.
Madison gleefully tickled Emily's belly, reveling in her screams of laughter, for about 30 seconds. When she stopped Emily hung there gasping and groaning. Madison was filled with excitement. Emily was extremely ticklish, and here she was in Madison's house, strapped to her rack. Madison could fulfill her every desire with no need to stop. The beautiful, young redhead was hers to play with. With a dangerous gleam in her eye Madison reached forward again.
Emily had been hanging on the rack gasping for breath with her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn't take it. The tickling was so much more than she had expected. The sensations ellicited by Madison's touch were excruciating, unendurable.
Yet, her genitals throbbed with pulses of pleasure. Her nipples tingled and ached with each pulse from between her legs. She wanted more.
Her eyes flew open and she squealed when Madison's fingertips dove into her ribs. Laughter poured from her, though not quite as frantic as before. Though it was still agonizingly torturous Madison's probing fingers were slightly gentler, here.
Emily jerked and writhed in her bonds as Madison tormented her sides. Her arms strained to pull down and cover her suffering flesh, but, of course, could not. Her shrieks and squeals filled the room, but she discovered she could still pull in gasping breaths. Then she realized that that was Madison's purpose. She didn't have to stop.
Emily shook her head wailing out her laughter. She took a great gasping breath as the rib tickling filled her senses, "Please, Madison, STOOOOP!" She managed to laugh out the plea, but Madison just looked up, with a grin, and continued torturing her sides with wiggling digits.
The torment continued for maybe 5 minutes. To Emily it felt like an eternity as she strained with her naked body to pull free and escape the intense sensations. Finally Madison pulled her hands away.
Emily wheezed and trembled. With the tickling momentarily paused Emily could, once again, focus on the other things her body was feeling. Where Madison's fingers had just been Emily's skin was nearly burning with sensitivity. The absence of the direct stimulation with which she had just been afflicted left her skin tingling in contrast.
Her sex continued to throb. The keen need for stimulation there made her thighs flex in an unconscious desire to squeeze them together. The desire to have something, anything caress her pulsating genitals was beginning to be a torment all its own.
This time Emily's eyes were open when Madison's hands approached. Slowly the big blond extended gently swaying fingers towards her underarms. Emily's face reflected her horror as she tried to shrink from Madison's threatening digits.
"No, no, no, no, no, Madison. Please don't. Please, no, Madison, no, no, No, NO," Emily babbled, her voice rising in pitch as the fingers neared her unprotected hollows. Finally, Madison's skin touched Emily's. The redhead's hips lifted from the rack as far as they could as she tried to hunch away from the light, brushing contact. Giggles bubbled up from her throat alternating with a high-pitched keening from behind clenched teeth.
This tickling was so much lighter than what had come before, though it was still unbearable. The titillating touch tortured her oh so sensitive hollows while also sending little radiating thrills of sensation out from those tormented spots. Goose flesh rippled along Emily's skin everywhere, but soon her mind centered on three spots; her teased armpits, her tingling nipples, and her throbbing vulva. The shooting thrills of pleasure emanating from her traumatized hollows had begun to coalesce in the other two spots. More and more her giggles became the squealing and keening sound as her aching nipples and her inflamed sex surged with pleasurable need. The devastating torture of the armpit tickling became a counterpoint to the lack of direct stimulation to her breasts and sex.
Even as Emily whined and shrank from the tickles the lustful need increased in her turgid tips and between her legs. Quickly it became hard to tell which was the greater torment, her desire for the tickling of her armpits to stop or her desire for the touching of her breasts and sex to start. It became an exquisite duet of anguish.
Madison reveled in Emily's suffering. Her giggles were like music. Her keening made the blond's own lust swell. As the redhead's need built Madison delighted in watching her hips thrust forward and tremble. Now that she knew to watch for it the signs of her victim's arousal doubled Madison's joy in the torture she inflicted.
Then the doorbell rang. Madison swore as she turned away from Emily. The only reason she had heard the bell was because the type of tickling she was doing wasn't causing loud laughter. Though not entirely soundproofed the room was definitely sound "dampened". Madison stood there breathing heavily from her own arousal.
The bell sounded again. Madison started for the bedroom door with another curse, then stopped. Slowly she turned back and looked specutively at the toy gun. After a moment's hesitation she went back and got it, then left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Emily hung there, alone, naked, and so aroused she could barely think straight. She had been tortured beyond endurance, but forced to endure. It was everything she had hoped for, but too much at the same time. Meanwhile, the tickle torture was having exactly the effect she had dared to dream of. She was certain that 5 seconds with a vibrator, a tongue, her own fingers, hell, anything, would send her over the edge into the most fantastic orgasm she had ever felt. The tingling, throbbing need for it was almost enough to bring tears. She shuddered with the longing to have a mouth on her breasts and a hand between her legs.
She waited for Madison's return with dread and lustful anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity, during which Emily's lewd cravings ebbed hardly at all, the door opened . . . and Coretta walked in.
Emily was struck dumb. Her mouth hung open as Coretta took a couple more hesistant steps and stopped. The reason for her hesitance was immediately clear. She was blindfolded.
Just as Emily was ready to call out to her best friend Madison entered the room behind her. Looking at Emily she made a shushing motion with the barrel of the gun to her lips. Emily's mouth snapped shut.
"Alright, I put on your damn blindfold and came in here. Now, where's Emily? Her car's outside, so she didn't go home."
Emily felt a surge of love for Coretta at the sound of her friend's concerned anger, and, confusingly, a surge of lust. If she had been able to free herself from the rack her greatest desire just then would have been to grab her friend in a tight embrace, kiss her soundly, and strip her naked for an orgiastic romp.
"Take off the blindfold, she's right here."
Coretta quickly yanked the cloth from her head and looked around. Her eyes widened, almost comically, when she saw her friend.
"Emily," she whispered, her voice full of horror and concern.
Emily blushed furiously for the umpteenth time that day. Embarrassment filled her at the sight she must present.
Coretta whipped around to Madison.
"You bitch!" Her first step toward the blond brought Madison's gun up.
"Back off! Even if you're willing to try me what are the chances of this going off and hurting your pretty friend over there? Step back, now!" Madison's voice had taken on the icy tones with which she has addressed Emily earlier.
Coretta hesitated, then, with a side glance at Emily she backed away.
"Good, now strip."
Coretta opened her mouth for an angry retort. Madison pointed the gun at Emily. Coretta shut her mouth. With a look of pure hate she began to strip down. Soon she was standing, naked, with her jeans, shirt, bra, and panties in a bunch in her arms. Madison waved the gun.
"Drop them over there. Then, sit in that chair. Strap both your feet and one hand in"
Coretta dropped her clothes and turned. She gave the chair a long look before going to sit down and slowly slip into the restraints, tightening all but one arm.
Emily watched with a mix of emotions roiling through her. First was a deep love for her closest friend. Her concern for Emily highlighted all of their history and made the redhead realize how much she cherished the ebon-skinned girl. Second was lust. While Emily was just beginning to realize that her love for Coretta might be more than platonic her libido was well beyond any confusion on the subject. Seeing Coretta's nude body, her near-black skin, her large, deep brown areolae and thick nipples, the black curls between her toned legs, the generous curving swell of her hips and breasts, her full mouth and gorgeous eyes; Emily really, really wanted Coretta. She was fairly certain she would want the exotic, dark girl even if her lustful need for an orgasm wasn't currently causing her vaginal fluids to flow down her legs and her genitals to ache with desire. Emily also felt worry for Coretta. Even while she salaciously eyed her friend's body she realized what Madison probably meant to do having made her strip down and get strapped in the chair.
Madison forced Coretta to put her other arm through the final strap and secured her to the chair. Coretta didn't struggle for the same reason Emily hadn't.
Then, Madison turned back to Emily.
"Now, where were we?"
She walked over to the redhead and stood in front of her. Bending down she eyed Emily's vulva. Emily found herself red-faced yet again as the big blond openly studied her sex.
Suddenly Madison reached out and slipped a finger partially up into Emily's vagina then dragged the finger up and forward so that it slipped between her lips and gently flicked her clitoris. Emily was mortified as she bucked her hips and gasped out her pleasure at the sensual touch.
"Why, Emily, I do believe you're a horny little tickle slut," Madison said with mock surprise as she looked at her wet finger.
Emily kept her eyes tightly shut, not looking at Madison or Coretta as she felt her vagina clench with how near Madison's single touch had brought her to orgasm. Then her eyes flew open as she felt Madison's hands squeeze her thighs. Once again laughter burst forth from her as she writhed on the rack trying in vain to escape Madison's kneading tickles. Her legs quivered and jerked as she shrieked. Madison grinned maniacally as her fingers elicited cackling screams from her victim.
Coretta sat in the bondage chair fuming and helpless. Her best friend as well as the girl she secretly loved was being tortured by that big, blond bitch. The chair creaked as Coretta pulled at the manacles without even really noticing. That fucking bimbo had even ran her finger through Emily's sex as if she owned it.
Under her anger and concern for Emily something else was building, though. As Coretta listened to her best friend's wild, beautiful laughter and watched her elegant, alabaster body squirm and struggle she tried to ignore her own desire.
But, the longer she watched Madison torment Emily's thighs, and watched Emily twist in her agony, the more aroused she was becoming. She felt a burning shame as she realized what was happening but could do nothing to stop it. The sight and sound of her friend's torture was incredibly erotic. Coretta felt her thick nipples tighten and pleasure began to build between her thighs.
Madison finally let off squeezing and kneading Emily's thighs. Emily sagged in her bonds with a raggedy, sobbing gasp. Like the belly tickling this had been pure torture. Tears leaked from the corners of Emily's eyes as her legs quivered. It had been a new titillating misery as she tried to close her bound legs feeling the terrible tickling she could not escape at the same time as the hands so close to her vulva had highlighted that vulnerability. Her genitals were now just a continuous burning flame of near-orgasmic desire. Her hips continued to twist and thrust as her need tormented her.
Madison crouched down between Emily's legs eyeing her mound again. Reaching up she gently danced her fingertips on the redhead's hips and down into the creases on either side of her reddish-brown curls. Emily squealed and thrust her hips forward as her legs strained with all their might to close.
Suddenly Madison stood up and strode out of the room, closing the door behind her, again.
Coretta stared at the door for a minute then turned to Emily.
"Oh, damn, Emily, are you okay?" Coretta felt like it was a stupid question, but she didn't know what else to say.
"Coretta," Emily answered hoarsely, "it tickles so badly. It's torture. I can't make her stop. She can just keep tickling and I can't take it. But . . . fuck, Coretta, I'm so horny. I wan't to cum so badly. It's like it pushes me just to the edge of an orgasm then keeps me there."
"I'm so sorry, Emily. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. I'll find a way to get us out of this, I swear. "
"Coretta, it's not your . . . "
The door swung open and Madison came back in. Her sweat pants were gone revealing a plain pair of white panties. In one hand she held her camera. In the other was a large vibrator. She set the vibrator down, closed the door, and began to take pictures of both girls from various angles. Then she put the camera down and picked the vibrator back up.
She knelt down in front of Emily again. With one hand she began tickling the redhead's inner thighs with a light, skittery touch. With the other hand she switched the vibrator on and pressed it against her own mound through her panties.
Emily began giggling, again, as her her legs quivered and her hips jerked. Madison's hand danced down her legs, jumping back and forth between them. She finally let her hand stay on Emily's left leg and worked her way down to her foot.
When Madison's hand reached Emily's sole the pale-skinned girl's giggles erupted back into full blown laughter as she twitched her foot madly trying to avoid the tickling torture on one of her most sensitive spots. The foot wiggling did reduce Madison's effectiveness, but not enough to matter. Emily shrieked and squealed as Madison danced her fingers all over her sole.
Meanwhile, the vibrator was quickly working to finish what torturing Emily had begun for Madison. The buzzing toy against her panty-covered clitoris coupled with Emily's struggles and laughter was shooting her straight to an orgasm. She began to moan and sway her knees in and out as she felt it build. Then with one loud, protracted moan she burst, shuddering, as her orgasm washed over her. She steadied herself with the hand she had been using to tickle Emily.
Though her laughter had stopped Emily was still gasping and sobbing. As Madison had tickled her foot the torture had begun to shoot jolts of pleasure up her leg to her vulva in much the same way the underarm tickling had done. Only the pleasure had, slowly but surely, continued to build. Emily was sure she was finally going to reach her orgasm, until Madison's own orgasm had cut the tickling short. Now, Emily hung on the rack on the razor's edge of tipping over into mind-blowing pleasure with no way to nudge herself over that edge. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as she dangled in the manacles and straps.
And, suddenly, Coretta was behind Madison, wrapping her strong arms around the other girl's neck in a sleeper hold.
Earlier Coretta had discovered that, while Madison had carefully checked each of the manacles that the dark girl had tightened on her own limbs, the blond had actually done a poor job of tightening the one that she had secured herself. While Madison was tickling Emily's foot and pleasuring herself Coretta had worked her hand free and then unbuckled the rest of her limbs.
A very surprised Madison struggled but it was already too late as her own post orgasmic euphoria and the lack of oxygen to her brain left her too weak to mount an effective defense. She quickly lost consciousness. Coretta lowered her to the floor, then quickly dragged her over to the chair. It was difficult to heave the big, athletic girl into the chair, but adrenaline helped the ebon girl complete the job. Once she secured Madison's appendages in the manacles she grabbed the blindfold from earlier and put it over the blond's eyes.
Then Coretta hurried to Emily.
"Let me get you out of this. Hold on."
"Coretta . . . " The dark girl looked up at the strained sound of her name on Emily's lips. She noted the glaze of lust in her friend's eyes and saw her writhing hips. She wasn't even sure Emily knew she was moving them, but the pleading in her tone was obvious.
Coretta felt a swell of pleasure between her own legs as she stopped unbuckling the strap and turned to face Emily's mound of reddish-brown curls. Slowly she leaned in extending her tongue. Gently she licked up between her friend's slick folds, found her clitoris, and began to work it up and down.
"Oh . . . fuck . . . YEEEESSSSSSS!" Emily's voice devolved from words to one long scream of ecstasy. Her pelvis shook against Coretta's mouth as the overwhelming explosion of pleasure blasted through her. The rapturous wave continued to crash over her for what seemed ages and her delirious howls voiced her exultation. Her screams began to taper off as the orgasm slowly ebbed then rose again as the next wave of pleasure flooded her body. Coretta wrapped her arms around Emily's thighs and continued stroking her clitoris with her tongue as the redhead shrieked through orgasm after orgasm slowly subsiding into gentler and gentler peaks punctuated by grunts and moans until Emily finally sagged on the rack and Coretta pulled away trailing wet strings of her friend's nectar from her mouth and chin.
"Well . . . golly," rasped Emily with a weary attempt at humor. Coretta wiped her face and smiled.
"Come on, sweetie, let's get you down," she said gently and began undoing Emily's shackles and straps. Coretta caught the exhausted redhead as she fell bonelessly into her arms. She lowered her friend tenderly to the floor then went to get her clothes. She sat on the floor next to Emily with her shorts and shirt and waited while the other girl recovered from her ordeal and her post-orgasmic bliss.
When Emily looked able Coretta helped her to stand and pull her clothes on.
As Coretta helped her wiggle into her shorts Emily raised her head and kissed her ebon friend. She locked her petite mouth onto Coretta's full lips with all the weary, earnest passion in her. At first Coretta stiffened in surprise, ironically given the carnal "kiss" she had only recently given the redhead, but then she melted into Emily's embrace and returned the kiss she had been so long hoping for.
"I love you,"whispered Emily. Coretta felt her heart skip a beat.
"I love you," Coretta whispered back huskily.
Coretta made sure Emily could stand on her own and then quickly grabbed her own clothes and slipped into them. Seeing the gun on the floor nearby she picked it up and examined it confirming her suspicion that the dangerous looking thing was not actually real. She wished she'd had the courage to test that theory earlier, but Madison had seemed so threatening.
As the girl's thoughts turned to their former captor Coretta eyed the restrained blond. She was certain the ex-basketball player was conscious and carefully listening.
"What do you think we should do with her?" As she posed the question to Emily she watched Madison stiffen almost imperceptibly.
"Nothing, for now," Emily answered, "but bring that camera. We'll deal with her later."
Coretta picked up the camera in question and, with a warm smile took Emily's hand as they left.
