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When Jen got the offer to move in with Carly and Taylor, she was ecstatic. She’d have her own room in the two bedroom apartment, her own bathroom, for a mere $400 a month. She couldn’t have asked for a better deal. She was a little worried, though, because she was sure there must be some kind of catch. She couldn’t find one, and was left to assume that their small, southern town was more reluctant to live with lesbians than she thought.
But Jen was bi - a fact she kept to herself - and was hardly going to be unsettled with two girls making out on the couch, or any sounds she might hear from their room. The girls were sweet enough - both fairly tall, pale things. Carly had long blond hair with bright blue eyes. She dressed in cute skirts and blouses, had long pink nails, and seemed to wake up with perfect makeup. Taylor was a brunette like Jen and incredibly athletic. More than once she had come in to the two of them giggling and flirting as Taylor showed off her muscles with bodyweight exercises in the living room and Carly painted her toenails.
They both cooked alright, kept the kitchen clean, and were fine with sharing. They used headphones often and kept their music and shows quiet enough that Jen could focus on any work she needed to do. Considering she was working on her masters degree, there was always plenty. Jen was a short, quiet bookworm, living off of student loans and a part-time job as a bookshelver at the library.
And she often left her laptop in the living room.
It had been two months since Jen moved in. She came home, locked the door behind her, and froze as she saw Carly on the couch. Jen’s laptop was in her crossed legs, and she held one perfectly manicured nail between her teeth. With a smirk, her blue eyes flicked up to Jen’s.
Jen’s purse dropped to the floor, her heart thudding in her chest. “What are you…?”
“I can’t believe you don’t use incognito mode. Rookie mistake, Jenny.” She laughed, the sound mixing with the hysterical giggles from the video. “So, is this your thing? Tickling people?”
Jen tried to speak, her face burning red. “You...you shouldn’t be on my laptop. That’s private.”
“No,” Carly said, closing the lid with a snap. She leaned forward, propping her chin up in her hand. “You seem like a sub to me. Definitely the kind who would prefer to be tickled.”
Now Jen couldn’t speak, paralyzed as Carly set the laptop to the side and strolled over. Jen stumbled back and felt her back collide against the wall. She was cornered there as Carly’s breasts pressed into her collarbone. The blond was so much taller, and her nails looked absolutely...well…
“Oh, I think I got it.” Carly tilted Jen’s head up, a dangerous fingernail lifting her chin. “You’re definitely a...what was the word?” She other hand snapped as she thought. Her face lit up. “A lee! That was the term.”
“It’s...it’s just a fantasy,” Jen finally managed, shaking her head. “I’ve never done it.”
“Want to try?” Carly purred. The finger under her chin scratched lightly, almost a tickle. “We’d love to help, you know.”
The idea of the two other girls tickling her had crossed her mind more than once, but Jen was terribly ticklish, and not especially open to casual sexy aside, so she had never expected it. She flushed. “W-what? No! I really-”
“Hush.” Carly’s voice was quiet, but commanding. Jen fell silent. “Good girl. I knew you’d work out. Taylor and I have a big problem, Jen. We’re really, really in love. We’re very happy together. We’re both great in bed. But we’re both dommes.”
“I’m sorry,” Jen said, her voice squeaky.
“Oh, it’s alright. We take turns submitting. But what we’d really like is someone to play with. Anything will do. Spanking, whipping, pet play, humiliation. We just really, really want to torment someone.” Her face brightened, as if she just realized the solution. “You know, I think tickling would work. So why don’t you let us tickle you, Jen?”
She broke away from the larger girl, shaking her head as her heart thudded in her chest. As fun as the fantasy might be, Jen couldn’t stand being tickled. She had too many horrible sensitive spots. She had barely ever had a real relationship, just a few dates and flings. She wasn’t ready to be a full time sex toy. “It’s just a fantasy,” she insisted again. “I don’t really want to do it.”
“What if we paid your rent?”
Jen paused, thinking about it, then shook her head. “Listen, I’m really flattered, but-”
“What if I liked that video and shared it on Facebook under your name?” Carly said, smiling sweetly. “Do you think that would change your mind? For all your cute little nerd friends to see your cute little tickle torture porn? All those stories you favorited? You can say it was a prank, sure, but imagine the jokes. Imagine your face if someone asked you in person. Do you think they’d believe your lie? Because I think they’d know, Jen.”
Jen gulped, her heart thudding in her chest. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” She laughed. “Oh my God, Jen, I’d totally tell everyone you were a tickle slut! It’s not that weird of a fetish. It’s not life ruining. It’s not like you’re going to be a politician or something. But I bet that you’re so scared of being outed you’d let me do it. Am I right?”
Jen frowned. Just the idea of the video being shared around, the awkward talks with her parents, an ex or two private messaging with offers to tickle her. She cringed. “How do you want to do it?”
“Oh! I knew it! I’m texting Taylor.” She whipped out her phone and talked as she sent typed. “We’ll still cover your rent, of course. We’re not heartless. Everything will be normal. You won’t have to do all the chores or anything. But, if we want to tickle you, we’re going to tickle you. You’ll be as naked as we want. I mean, not that it’ll matter.” She scoffed. “Feel free to fight. Taylor will love manhandling you.”
Jen grabbed the collar of her shirt, gulping. “So if I’m naked, will there be sex?”
“Maybe if you’re good.” Carly winked and giggled as Jen blushed. “Sit down on the couch. I’m going to get some pedicure supplies.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Now?”
“Yup. Get those shoes and socks off.” She bounced off back to her room.
Jen thought about defying her orders. Rushing back to her room with her laptop, locking the door, but she knew Carly was clever. She was sure Carly had her Facebook password saved somewhere, and just stealing away her laptop wouldn’t be enough to save her. So, instead, Jen cringed as she pulled off her shoes and socks, exposing her bare feet to the air. Somehow, doing this knowing Carly was coming back to tickle her made her feel more vulnerable than every other time she had wandered barefoot around their apartment.
Soon, Carly was back with a big pedicure kit, some cuffs, and a long rope. Jen wordlessly allowed Carly to cuff her hands, her ankles, and run a rope under the couch so her arms and feet were stuck. Carly had popped out the leg rest, so Jen’s soles were pointed towards the blond while her arms were stretched high above her head. “Have you had pedicures before?”
“Yes,” Jen muttered sullenly.
“Did they tickle?”
“A little. But not that much.”
“Of course not. They try not to tickle. They’re professionals.” Carly winked and pulled out a scratchy, tickly exfoliating board. “But I’m going to try to tickle, so let’s see if we can get a smile, pouty girl.”
Jen simply growled. If nothing else, she could rob Carly the satisfaction of seeing her laugh. But as Carly started to rub the yellow foam across her feet, Jen couldn’t stop her feet from trying to twitch away. Carly used a gentle stroke all over, her eyes focused on her feet for every twitch. The bubbly blond had sharp, calculating eyes, seeming to map every nerve ending with those teasing strokes. Only a couple minutes in Jen felt her hands wraps around both her big toes, tugging them back so all the skin went taut. Jen gasped, trying to curl her toes, but Carly’s hands easily held them steady. She finally looked away from Jen’s with a smirk.
“Just a heads up, Jenny, this might tickle.” Her voice was filled with a mock apology, wicked delight dancing in her eyes.
Carly attacked, quickly moving the scratchy board across the ball of her foot. Jen squealed, twisting and yanking hard on the ropes. She could feel them press against her skin, but not hurt. Nothing to distract from the tickling on her feet. Carly’s pressure with the board was even perfect, hard enough to tickle without stinging. The only sensation to distract her was the muscles in her feet straining to move, to curl her toes, and that only made her more ticklish as she realized how helpless her feet really were.
“There’s a smile!” Carly giggled. “Aw, I knew cute little Jenny couldn’t be mad at me for long.”
“Fuck off!” Jen snapped. She choked back a laugh that the words threatened to let loose.
“What was that I heard?” The board shifted, running up the arch of her foot. Each stroke made her belly contract with barely restrained laughter. She could feel her lips widening in a big, stupid smile. Even worse, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, every scrape and taunt went straight between her legs. She could feel every twitch of her pussy, and she worried that she was getting wet.
The board kept wandering, down to scrub at her heels, at the side of her foot, but she focused quite a bit on Jen’s ticklish arches. Right as Jen was about to break and laugh, Carly set the board aside, looking up with big, innocent eyes. “That was clearly too intense to start, Jen. Let’s try a little massage. Would you like that?”
Jen gulped, the need to laugh subsiding. Maybe the blond wasn’t so bad after all. “Um, yes. Please. Thanks, Carly.”
She expected to feel Carly’s hands on her feet, even dared to hope that Carly had some kind of foot fetish, and would treat Jen’s soles nicely because of it. But, instead, she reached into her bag to pull out a bottle. She popped the lid off, slowly tilting the contents so they poured over her feet. Jen’s eyes widened as cold, slippery oil slid down her toes, running tracks along her skin. Carly used her thumbs, slowly rubbing it in.
“Can you feel it, Jen? It’s slowly seeping into your skin. It’s making it soft. Sensitive. It’s already slippery.” She purred, slowly licking her big toe. “Can you imagine what my nails are going to feel like? Do you think you’re going to beg for me?"
Her tongue was hot and almost as pink as her nails, slowly moving across her sensitive toes one by one. Occasionally, she could feel the prick of a tooth tickling along the stem. Every movement of Carly’s lips and tongue made her breathe a little harder, getting a little wetter and built the anxiety in her belly. “Carly. Please.”
She laughed a low, soft chuckle. “Good girl. Just like that, Jen. You’re going to be our pathetic tickle slut in no time. It’s still half an hour until Taylor gets home.” Her fingers wrapped around her toes again, forcing her still. “Let’s see if I can make you cry.”
Carly was talented and cruel. She had clearly paid attention to those videos, or had a love of tickling herself. Her nails danced eagerly across Jen’s soles, starting with little teasing scrapes against the heel. Jen didn’t consider herself very ticklish there, but Carly’s exfoliating and the oil had made a terrible difference. A few scratches had her grinning like an idiot, fight against the rising giggles in her throat.
“Please!” She squeaked. “I’ll do all the chores! I’ll cook for you guys! You don’t understa-Aah!”
“Oh, I understand.” Carly laughed, enjoy how a single, long stroke up Jen’s arch had made her shriek. “Jen is a very, very tickly girl. Aren’t you, Jen?”
“N-no, please, I-”
“You’re just so ticklish you go crazy when I get you here.” She giggled, two fingers wiggling up and down her arch. Jen couldn’t help but giggle along, feet twitching as she tried to pull them away. Carly’s nails never moved from her target, the worst spot deep in the arch of her feet. “Such a cute little laugh! Tickle tickle, Jen!”
“I cahahahan’t!” She twisted and tugged, but between the ropes and Carly’s grip, there was no escaping her sharp, dancing nails. Each scratch drew a breathless giggle, cute and light. She could already feel a hot pool of arousal in her stomach.
“Oh, but you can!” Carly said eagerly. “Jen, I think you’re going to be very, very surprised with how much punishment you can take.”
Carly’s four fingers danced on the balls of her feet - left to right, right to left, spreading out the sensations just enough so it didn’t dull. Jen struggled not to beg, but Carly was wearing her down. Minutes passed like hours as the blond switched between her arches and the balls of her feet, all the while taunting.
“Look at Jen’s feet! Run, run, run! You have to get away!” She snickered. “I love your cute little laugh, Jenny! You’re just the most ticklish little nerd I’ve ever played with!”
“Nohahahat a nerd!” She shouted. Jen was getting horribly close to begging. She could feel herself getting stick with sweat. Her muscles were starting to tire from all the twitching and tugging. Even worse, she could feel how wet she was, how slick the lips of her pussy felt as she squirmed. At any minute, she was sure Carly would notice, and was terrified of what her reactions would be. If only Carly wasn’t so talented. She never seemed to tickle quite hard enough to make her scream with laughter, prolonging her torture and pushing it closer to erotic.
She hoped salvation was near when the door opened. She called out, “Taylor! Help me! Carly’s gohone crahahazy!” The words lost any edge to them as Carly tickled her through the sentence, the laughter making it sound like it was just good fun.
Taylor raised an eyebrow. “I’ll say. You’ve been working on her for twenty minutes and I don’t see a single tear. I thought you said you’d have her begging by the time I got home.”
“Whahahaha?” she yelped.
“I told you I texted her. Of course she knows!” Carly laughed. “We’re all in this together, tickle toy. And I didn’t want to break her without you, Taylor. Wouldn’t you be sad if you missed it?”
“I supposed.” Taylor chuckled. ‘Are Carly’s light tickles driving you crazy, tickle toy?”
Jen shook her head hard, watching Taylor raise ten wiggling fingers. “Please! Please don’t! I said I’d do chores!”
Taylor’s fingers rested on her belly and Jen let out a squeak of terror. “Carly, it sounds like she’s been bargaining with you. Didn’t you just say you were waiting?”
“It’s not my fault. It was the first thing she did.” Carly bumped her lover playfully. “Don’t worry - she hasn’t offered anything good.”
Taylor laughed, her fingers slowly sliding under Jen’s shirt. Her fingers skimmed over her belly, up her ribs, coming to rest on either side of her chest. “Well, obviously she just doesn’t have ticklish titties. No one would hold off on begging if they had ticklish titties and were right at the mercy of two lesbians. Right, Jen?”
Jen whimpered. No one had ever tried to tickle her there, right at the spot where her breasts met her underarms and sides, but just the feel of Taylor’s strong fingers there were enough to set her heart racing. “P-please don’t. Please let me go.”
Taylor’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. Are you telling me that this spot-” She pressed a little harder. “Right here? This is going to really tickle you?”
Jen squealed, panting and twisting just from the threat. “No! No, please! I can’t do this anymore!”
“Sure you can,” Taylor laughed, her voice low and smokey in Jen’s ear. “Watch.”
Taylor dug in, her fingers burrowing into the sensitive flesh, quickly finding bone and writhing her fingers against it. Jen struggled not to laugh, clenched her jaw to keep it in, but faltered in just a few short seconds. She couldn’t control her reaction - no cute giggles or amused chuckles, just loud belly laughs. All her muscles were pulling, straining, trying to curl up and protect her sensitive ribs. But Carly had tied the ropes well and Jen’s frantic struggles were reduced to weak wiggled, the cute squirming of a ticklish girl.
“Stohahahap!” she cried. Her hair fanned around her as she shook her head, some of it still stuck to her face with sweat from her long ordeal. “Mercy! Mercymercymercy!”
“Do you know anyone named Mercy?” Carly asked,a single fingernail scratching under Jen’s left toe. She was staring at Taylor, eyes dark with lust as she watched her girlfriend work.
“No, but I’m jealous.” While her index and middle fingers tormented a single spot, her other fingers gave light, teasy strokes just below. It was impossible to focus on any one thing, impossible to block anything out as the sensations conflicted and tortured her from every angle. “Calling out another girl’s name? I thought we were special. You’ll have to be punished.”
“I’m sorry!” Jen whined through peals of laughter. It didn’t matter that there was nothing to be sorry for. She would do absolutely anything to make it stop. “There’s no one else! Please!”
Taylor put her hands down, smirking. “Wow! You’re really caught a subby girl, uh? We barely touched her!”
Carly giggled. “I thought I’d have to spank her or something. I’ve never seen anyone give up so fast. Especially from a little tickling.”
Taylor swung a leg over, settling onto Jen’s lap. The weight was perfect against her pussy, and her head rolled back with a quiet hiss she could barely conceal. The bigger girl laughed, rolling her hips against Jen’s pinned ones. “You really like this, don’t you tickle slut? Are your panties soaked?”
Jen shook her head, despite the fact that her lips were so wet she could feel them sliding against each other every time she squirmed. “No, please just let me go. I’ll cover more of the rent and do all the chores and-”
Taylor unbuttoned Jen’s pants, yanking up the panties underneath - plain cotton panties that ended at her hips. Jen gasped as the fabric pulled tight against her clit and rubbed, then moaned as Taylor started tugging it with a rhythmic motion. Her soft chuckles and Carly’s higher giggles were humiliating, and she struggled to stop whimpering and bucking her hips against the feeling.
Carly sat next to her on the couch, her long nails tickling slowly at Jen’s armpit - just enough so every few seconds a little giggle would escape between the moans. “Those are such boring panties, Jenny. We’re going to have to teach you how to be a good little pets. We’re going to put you in cute little outfits, have you lick us until we cum all over your face, fuck every hole you’ve got until you’re a shivering mess…”
“I w-won’t do that,” Jen panted. “You can’t make me. I won’t humiliate myself so you two can get off, Carly. I’ll find a way out of this.”
She laughed, her breath warm in Jen’s ear. Taylor kept her pinned, dropping the panties to instead slide her hand into Jen’s pants, finding her clit and rubbing with hot, slippery circles. “My cute little nerd, you’re not finding a way out of this. You’re going to be tickled weak and fucked stupid. Get ready for your life as a tickle slave.”
The soft tickling in her underarm, the immobility of the bondage, Taylor’s eager fingers and Carly’s hot voice in her ear all swirled together into a burning pleasure, rippling out from her clenching pussy up her back to her head, down to her feet, every muscle straining as she came hard for her two new mistresses.
Jen was definitely screwed. She just needed to figure out whether or not she was happy about it.
Chapter 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...es-Plaything-Chapter-2-(f-f-reluctant-sexual)
But Jen was bi - a fact she kept to herself - and was hardly going to be unsettled with two girls making out on the couch, or any sounds she might hear from their room. The girls were sweet enough - both fairly tall, pale things. Carly had long blond hair with bright blue eyes. She dressed in cute skirts and blouses, had long pink nails, and seemed to wake up with perfect makeup. Taylor was a brunette like Jen and incredibly athletic. More than once she had come in to the two of them giggling and flirting as Taylor showed off her muscles with bodyweight exercises in the living room and Carly painted her toenails.
They both cooked alright, kept the kitchen clean, and were fine with sharing. They used headphones often and kept their music and shows quiet enough that Jen could focus on any work she needed to do. Considering she was working on her masters degree, there was always plenty. Jen was a short, quiet bookworm, living off of student loans and a part-time job as a bookshelver at the library.
And she often left her laptop in the living room.
It had been two months since Jen moved in. She came home, locked the door behind her, and froze as she saw Carly on the couch. Jen’s laptop was in her crossed legs, and she held one perfectly manicured nail between her teeth. With a smirk, her blue eyes flicked up to Jen’s.
Jen’s purse dropped to the floor, her heart thudding in her chest. “What are you…?”
“I can’t believe you don’t use incognito mode. Rookie mistake, Jenny.” She laughed, the sound mixing with the hysterical giggles from the video. “So, is this your thing? Tickling people?”
Jen tried to speak, her face burning red. “You...you shouldn’t be on my laptop. That’s private.”
“No,” Carly said, closing the lid with a snap. She leaned forward, propping her chin up in her hand. “You seem like a sub to me. Definitely the kind who would prefer to be tickled.”
Now Jen couldn’t speak, paralyzed as Carly set the laptop to the side and strolled over. Jen stumbled back and felt her back collide against the wall. She was cornered there as Carly’s breasts pressed into her collarbone. The blond was so much taller, and her nails looked absolutely...well…
“Oh, I think I got it.” Carly tilted Jen’s head up, a dangerous fingernail lifting her chin. “You’re definitely a...what was the word?” She other hand snapped as she thought. Her face lit up. “A lee! That was the term.”
“It’s...it’s just a fantasy,” Jen finally managed, shaking her head. “I’ve never done it.”
“Want to try?” Carly purred. The finger under her chin scratched lightly, almost a tickle. “We’d love to help, you know.”
The idea of the two other girls tickling her had crossed her mind more than once, but Jen was terribly ticklish, and not especially open to casual sexy aside, so she had never expected it. She flushed. “W-what? No! I really-”
“Hush.” Carly’s voice was quiet, but commanding. Jen fell silent. “Good girl. I knew you’d work out. Taylor and I have a big problem, Jen. We’re really, really in love. We’re very happy together. We’re both great in bed. But we’re both dommes.”
“I’m sorry,” Jen said, her voice squeaky.
“Oh, it’s alright. We take turns submitting. But what we’d really like is someone to play with. Anything will do. Spanking, whipping, pet play, humiliation. We just really, really want to torment someone.” Her face brightened, as if she just realized the solution. “You know, I think tickling would work. So why don’t you let us tickle you, Jen?”
She broke away from the larger girl, shaking her head as her heart thudded in her chest. As fun as the fantasy might be, Jen couldn’t stand being tickled. She had too many horrible sensitive spots. She had barely ever had a real relationship, just a few dates and flings. She wasn’t ready to be a full time sex toy. “It’s just a fantasy,” she insisted again. “I don’t really want to do it.”
“What if we paid your rent?”
Jen paused, thinking about it, then shook her head. “Listen, I’m really flattered, but-”
“What if I liked that video and shared it on Facebook under your name?” Carly said, smiling sweetly. “Do you think that would change your mind? For all your cute little nerd friends to see your cute little tickle torture porn? All those stories you favorited? You can say it was a prank, sure, but imagine the jokes. Imagine your face if someone asked you in person. Do you think they’d believe your lie? Because I think they’d know, Jen.”
Jen gulped, her heart thudding in her chest. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” She laughed. “Oh my God, Jen, I’d totally tell everyone you were a tickle slut! It’s not that weird of a fetish. It’s not life ruining. It’s not like you’re going to be a politician or something. But I bet that you’re so scared of being outed you’d let me do it. Am I right?”
Jen frowned. Just the idea of the video being shared around, the awkward talks with her parents, an ex or two private messaging with offers to tickle her. She cringed. “How do you want to do it?”
“Oh! I knew it! I’m texting Taylor.” She whipped out her phone and talked as she sent typed. “We’ll still cover your rent, of course. We’re not heartless. Everything will be normal. You won’t have to do all the chores or anything. But, if we want to tickle you, we’re going to tickle you. You’ll be as naked as we want. I mean, not that it’ll matter.” She scoffed. “Feel free to fight. Taylor will love manhandling you.”
Jen grabbed the collar of her shirt, gulping. “So if I’m naked, will there be sex?”
“Maybe if you’re good.” Carly winked and giggled as Jen blushed. “Sit down on the couch. I’m going to get some pedicure supplies.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Now?”
“Yup. Get those shoes and socks off.” She bounced off back to her room.
Jen thought about defying her orders. Rushing back to her room with her laptop, locking the door, but she knew Carly was clever. She was sure Carly had her Facebook password saved somewhere, and just stealing away her laptop wouldn’t be enough to save her. So, instead, Jen cringed as she pulled off her shoes and socks, exposing her bare feet to the air. Somehow, doing this knowing Carly was coming back to tickle her made her feel more vulnerable than every other time she had wandered barefoot around their apartment.
Soon, Carly was back with a big pedicure kit, some cuffs, and a long rope. Jen wordlessly allowed Carly to cuff her hands, her ankles, and run a rope under the couch so her arms and feet were stuck. Carly had popped out the leg rest, so Jen’s soles were pointed towards the blond while her arms were stretched high above her head. “Have you had pedicures before?”
“Yes,” Jen muttered sullenly.
“Did they tickle?”
“A little. But not that much.”
“Of course not. They try not to tickle. They’re professionals.” Carly winked and pulled out a scratchy, tickly exfoliating board. “But I’m going to try to tickle, so let’s see if we can get a smile, pouty girl.”
Jen simply growled. If nothing else, she could rob Carly the satisfaction of seeing her laugh. But as Carly started to rub the yellow foam across her feet, Jen couldn’t stop her feet from trying to twitch away. Carly used a gentle stroke all over, her eyes focused on her feet for every twitch. The bubbly blond had sharp, calculating eyes, seeming to map every nerve ending with those teasing strokes. Only a couple minutes in Jen felt her hands wraps around both her big toes, tugging them back so all the skin went taut. Jen gasped, trying to curl her toes, but Carly’s hands easily held them steady. She finally looked away from Jen’s with a smirk.
“Just a heads up, Jenny, this might tickle.” Her voice was filled with a mock apology, wicked delight dancing in her eyes.
Carly attacked, quickly moving the scratchy board across the ball of her foot. Jen squealed, twisting and yanking hard on the ropes. She could feel them press against her skin, but not hurt. Nothing to distract from the tickling on her feet. Carly’s pressure with the board was even perfect, hard enough to tickle without stinging. The only sensation to distract her was the muscles in her feet straining to move, to curl her toes, and that only made her more ticklish as she realized how helpless her feet really were.
“There’s a smile!” Carly giggled. “Aw, I knew cute little Jenny couldn’t be mad at me for long.”
“Fuck off!” Jen snapped. She choked back a laugh that the words threatened to let loose.
“What was that I heard?” The board shifted, running up the arch of her foot. Each stroke made her belly contract with barely restrained laughter. She could feel her lips widening in a big, stupid smile. Even worse, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, every scrape and taunt went straight between her legs. She could feel every twitch of her pussy, and she worried that she was getting wet.
The board kept wandering, down to scrub at her heels, at the side of her foot, but she focused quite a bit on Jen’s ticklish arches. Right as Jen was about to break and laugh, Carly set the board aside, looking up with big, innocent eyes. “That was clearly too intense to start, Jen. Let’s try a little massage. Would you like that?”
Jen gulped, the need to laugh subsiding. Maybe the blond wasn’t so bad after all. “Um, yes. Please. Thanks, Carly.”
She expected to feel Carly’s hands on her feet, even dared to hope that Carly had some kind of foot fetish, and would treat Jen’s soles nicely because of it. But, instead, she reached into her bag to pull out a bottle. She popped the lid off, slowly tilting the contents so they poured over her feet. Jen’s eyes widened as cold, slippery oil slid down her toes, running tracks along her skin. Carly used her thumbs, slowly rubbing it in.
“Can you feel it, Jen? It’s slowly seeping into your skin. It’s making it soft. Sensitive. It’s already slippery.” She purred, slowly licking her big toe. “Can you imagine what my nails are going to feel like? Do you think you’re going to beg for me?"
Her tongue was hot and almost as pink as her nails, slowly moving across her sensitive toes one by one. Occasionally, she could feel the prick of a tooth tickling along the stem. Every movement of Carly’s lips and tongue made her breathe a little harder, getting a little wetter and built the anxiety in her belly. “Carly. Please.”
She laughed a low, soft chuckle. “Good girl. Just like that, Jen. You’re going to be our pathetic tickle slut in no time. It’s still half an hour until Taylor gets home.” Her fingers wrapped around her toes again, forcing her still. “Let’s see if I can make you cry.”
Carly was talented and cruel. She had clearly paid attention to those videos, or had a love of tickling herself. Her nails danced eagerly across Jen’s soles, starting with little teasing scrapes against the heel. Jen didn’t consider herself very ticklish there, but Carly’s exfoliating and the oil had made a terrible difference. A few scratches had her grinning like an idiot, fight against the rising giggles in her throat.
“Please!” She squeaked. “I’ll do all the chores! I’ll cook for you guys! You don’t understa-Aah!”
“Oh, I understand.” Carly laughed, enjoy how a single, long stroke up Jen’s arch had made her shriek. “Jen is a very, very tickly girl. Aren’t you, Jen?”
“N-no, please, I-”
“You’re just so ticklish you go crazy when I get you here.” She giggled, two fingers wiggling up and down her arch. Jen couldn’t help but giggle along, feet twitching as she tried to pull them away. Carly’s nails never moved from her target, the worst spot deep in the arch of her feet. “Such a cute little laugh! Tickle tickle, Jen!”
“I cahahahan’t!” She twisted and tugged, but between the ropes and Carly’s grip, there was no escaping her sharp, dancing nails. Each scratch drew a breathless giggle, cute and light. She could already feel a hot pool of arousal in her stomach.
“Oh, but you can!” Carly said eagerly. “Jen, I think you’re going to be very, very surprised with how much punishment you can take.”
Carly’s four fingers danced on the balls of her feet - left to right, right to left, spreading out the sensations just enough so it didn’t dull. Jen struggled not to beg, but Carly was wearing her down. Minutes passed like hours as the blond switched between her arches and the balls of her feet, all the while taunting.
“Look at Jen’s feet! Run, run, run! You have to get away!” She snickered. “I love your cute little laugh, Jenny! You’re just the most ticklish little nerd I’ve ever played with!”
“Nohahahat a nerd!” She shouted. Jen was getting horribly close to begging. She could feel herself getting stick with sweat. Her muscles were starting to tire from all the twitching and tugging. Even worse, she could feel how wet she was, how slick the lips of her pussy felt as she squirmed. At any minute, she was sure Carly would notice, and was terrified of what her reactions would be. If only Carly wasn’t so talented. She never seemed to tickle quite hard enough to make her scream with laughter, prolonging her torture and pushing it closer to erotic.
She hoped salvation was near when the door opened. She called out, “Taylor! Help me! Carly’s gohone crahahazy!” The words lost any edge to them as Carly tickled her through the sentence, the laughter making it sound like it was just good fun.
Taylor raised an eyebrow. “I’ll say. You’ve been working on her for twenty minutes and I don’t see a single tear. I thought you said you’d have her begging by the time I got home.”
“Whahahaha?” she yelped.
“I told you I texted her. Of course she knows!” Carly laughed. “We’re all in this together, tickle toy. And I didn’t want to break her without you, Taylor. Wouldn’t you be sad if you missed it?”
“I supposed.” Taylor chuckled. ‘Are Carly’s light tickles driving you crazy, tickle toy?”
Jen shook her head hard, watching Taylor raise ten wiggling fingers. “Please! Please don’t! I said I’d do chores!”
Taylor’s fingers rested on her belly and Jen let out a squeak of terror. “Carly, it sounds like she’s been bargaining with you. Didn’t you just say you were waiting?”
“It’s not my fault. It was the first thing she did.” Carly bumped her lover playfully. “Don’t worry - she hasn’t offered anything good.”
Taylor laughed, her fingers slowly sliding under Jen’s shirt. Her fingers skimmed over her belly, up her ribs, coming to rest on either side of her chest. “Well, obviously she just doesn’t have ticklish titties. No one would hold off on begging if they had ticklish titties and were right at the mercy of two lesbians. Right, Jen?”
Jen whimpered. No one had ever tried to tickle her there, right at the spot where her breasts met her underarms and sides, but just the feel of Taylor’s strong fingers there were enough to set her heart racing. “P-please don’t. Please let me go.”
Taylor’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. Are you telling me that this spot-” She pressed a little harder. “Right here? This is going to really tickle you?”
Jen squealed, panting and twisting just from the threat. “No! No, please! I can’t do this anymore!”
“Sure you can,” Taylor laughed, her voice low and smokey in Jen’s ear. “Watch.”
Taylor dug in, her fingers burrowing into the sensitive flesh, quickly finding bone and writhing her fingers against it. Jen struggled not to laugh, clenched her jaw to keep it in, but faltered in just a few short seconds. She couldn’t control her reaction - no cute giggles or amused chuckles, just loud belly laughs. All her muscles were pulling, straining, trying to curl up and protect her sensitive ribs. But Carly had tied the ropes well and Jen’s frantic struggles were reduced to weak wiggled, the cute squirming of a ticklish girl.
“Stohahahap!” she cried. Her hair fanned around her as she shook her head, some of it still stuck to her face with sweat from her long ordeal. “Mercy! Mercymercymercy!”
“Do you know anyone named Mercy?” Carly asked,a single fingernail scratching under Jen’s left toe. She was staring at Taylor, eyes dark with lust as she watched her girlfriend work.
“No, but I’m jealous.” While her index and middle fingers tormented a single spot, her other fingers gave light, teasy strokes just below. It was impossible to focus on any one thing, impossible to block anything out as the sensations conflicted and tortured her from every angle. “Calling out another girl’s name? I thought we were special. You’ll have to be punished.”
“I’m sorry!” Jen whined through peals of laughter. It didn’t matter that there was nothing to be sorry for. She would do absolutely anything to make it stop. “There’s no one else! Please!”
Taylor put her hands down, smirking. “Wow! You’re really caught a subby girl, uh? We barely touched her!”
Carly giggled. “I thought I’d have to spank her or something. I’ve never seen anyone give up so fast. Especially from a little tickling.”
Taylor swung a leg over, settling onto Jen’s lap. The weight was perfect against her pussy, and her head rolled back with a quiet hiss she could barely conceal. The bigger girl laughed, rolling her hips against Jen’s pinned ones. “You really like this, don’t you tickle slut? Are your panties soaked?”
Jen shook her head, despite the fact that her lips were so wet she could feel them sliding against each other every time she squirmed. “No, please just let me go. I’ll cover more of the rent and do all the chores and-”
Taylor unbuttoned Jen’s pants, yanking up the panties underneath - plain cotton panties that ended at her hips. Jen gasped as the fabric pulled tight against her clit and rubbed, then moaned as Taylor started tugging it with a rhythmic motion. Her soft chuckles and Carly’s higher giggles were humiliating, and she struggled to stop whimpering and bucking her hips against the feeling.
Carly sat next to her on the couch, her long nails tickling slowly at Jen’s armpit - just enough so every few seconds a little giggle would escape between the moans. “Those are such boring panties, Jenny. We’re going to have to teach you how to be a good little pets. We’re going to put you in cute little outfits, have you lick us until we cum all over your face, fuck every hole you’ve got until you’re a shivering mess…”
“I w-won’t do that,” Jen panted. “You can’t make me. I won’t humiliate myself so you two can get off, Carly. I’ll find a way out of this.”
She laughed, her breath warm in Jen’s ear. Taylor kept her pinned, dropping the panties to instead slide her hand into Jen’s pants, finding her clit and rubbing with hot, slippery circles. “My cute little nerd, you’re not finding a way out of this. You’re going to be tickled weak and fucked stupid. Get ready for your life as a tickle slave.”
The soft tickling in her underarm, the immobility of the bondage, Taylor’s eager fingers and Carly’s hot voice in her ear all swirled together into a burning pleasure, rippling out from her clenching pussy up her back to her head, down to her feet, every muscle straining as she came hard for her two new mistresses.
Jen was definitely screwed. She just needed to figure out whether or not she was happy about it.
Chapter 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...es-Plaything-Chapter-2-(f-f-reluctant-sexual)
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Please write a second chapter!
