Part 2 of Rachel's ticklish misadventures. The last two were foot focused so the girls engage in some upperbody play this time around.
Prologue
Part 1: Arriving at a new world
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If Rachel had to say she loved any one thing about Laila, it would have to be the younger girl's commitment to aftercare. Rachel was currently lying face down on a padded table in the living room of Laila's house. Laila was standing at her side and using her hands to work out a painfully tight muscle knot in between Rachel's shoulderblades. It was heavenly. It was one of the few times since coming to this world that she was unconditionally happy that somebody was making physical contact with her bare skin. The only downside that Rachel could see was that she her body was only in such a sorry state because she'd spent an entire hour thrashing on this very table at the behest of Laila's tongue. Laila had insisted that it wouldn't have been a proper punishment if she'd been allowed to have it stop when it became too much for her.
Laila was currently teaching Rachel how to use magic. Rachel had been quite excited about it at first. Magic! She could be a witch just like out of her games. Her enthusiasm was considerably dampened after hearing the details that she realized she should've seen coming. Not only could magic in this world only be used in ways that facilitated tickling or for strictly survival purposes, all magic used on another person would rebound back on its caster the moment it faded from its original target. It made it impossible to use magic to tickle torture somebody without exposing yourself to revenge. Laila was teaching it as a last resort self defense sort of deal. For use when she needed to magically render an attacker helpless so she could escape. The holy trinity of spells in this world were stripping, bondage, and automated tickling tools. Laila wasn't going to take her out on adventures with her until she had all three down pat on top of basic healing and camp skills. There was so much to learn that Rachel would have to be one of the greatest magical prodigies in the world's history for the lessons to end anytime soon.
Laila had turned out to be a teacher big on punishing every mistake. Today Rachel had been practicing stripping magic. It was a relatively surefire way of insuring that you met Ilia's rule that all bound ticklees needed to be naked under the condition that you were willing to accept getting stripped yourself from the rebound. Of her 5 attempts only 1 had managed to destroy Laila's clothes. The other 4 only made her own clothes disintegrate on the spot. "You know the rules," Laila chided her as she strapped her to the padded rack, "15 minutes for every failure. If I ignored those 4 failures because you got the final attempt right you'd never be incentivized to learn." The following hour had been grueling. Laila's foot fetish was in full force today. She had spent the hour devouring Rachel's feet with the help of a jar of honey. Her toes in particular had been a focus for the majority of the session. Rachel cursed the fact that her feet were her worst spot. She felt like there was something inherently unfair about Laila getting to satisfy her foot fetish and maximize tickle torturing her at the same time.
She worried a little that she was going crazy. When she first got here 10 minutes of Laila toying with her feet was all it took to reduce her to tears. Within a couple days she could withstand about 30 minutes before she started to have a problem with it. That hour of foot tickling just now had been harsh, but it honestly wasn't that big a deal to her at this point. It was still torture, but it was like she was now able to accept that she was suffering and ride it out regardless of length or severity. A part of her had even enjoyed it. She'd caught herself fantasizing about Laila one day upping the ante on her punishments to make them even worse as she'd walked over. Like humiliating her by taking her out in public to allow people to gawk at her being tickled or taking advantage of her helplessness to sexually force herself on her. Or both. She buried her face into the her arms to hide her embarrassment at the thought. Ilia's words that she was extremely masochistic deep down rung in her head.
Her ruminations were interrupted by rhythmic thumping on her back from loosely balled up fists. The massage, as good as it was, was over. Make it a second good point that Laila refused to ruin a massage with tickles. At least not immediately or without provocation. Rachel rolled off the table to take a leisurely stretch. Receiving a massage from a naked woman was something she'd never have thought she'd be doing a week ago, but these days she was willingly submitting to being helplessly bound in the nude with another girl tickling the living daylights out of her on a daily basis. It seemed a bit silly to worry about details like that at this point.
"Ready to practice bondage now, or would you like me to help you wake up a little first?" Laila accompanied her offer by reaching her hands forward to squeeze Rachel's sides. Rachel swatted them away and danced back out of range. Okay, scratch good point number two. She decided to roll in her retaliation and practice in one. Without saying anything she focused on glowing cuffs appearing to bind her friend's arms and legs together. With a snapping sound she felt her own limbs get restrained to put her standing in an I position instead. "Helping you wake up it is," Laila taunted with a grin. This time Rachel was helpless to stop her hands from making contact.
"NO PLEASEEEHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOP! I'll do it right THIS TIIIMEHAHAHAHAHA!" Rachel cried. It was useless. It was always useless to try begging Laila for mercy. The girl was nice enough normally, but she would never fail to take advantage of a helpless girl in front of her. With no idea how long her own spell was going to hold her the only option Rachel had was to wiggle away from the hands teasing her sides. That was also pointless, as Laila easily followed her around enticing squeals out with every squeeze. She was completely caught off guard when she suddenly felt one hand reach around to roughly squeeze her ass. Laila was now standing a little off to her side. One hand was reaching around to grab her behind while the other threateningly hovered a single finger over her bellybutton.
"You know, I don't recall spending much time with your bellybutton before, Rach. I remember it being pretty good, but a real lesson is never complete without a few refreshers." Great, now she was making lesson jokes. Rachel would rather have a second tickler join in now than have to put up with those. Her annoyance gave way to horror as she saw Laila's index finger begin teasingly make its way towards her bellybutton. Her attempt to squirm away was thwarted by the hand that had a firm hold on her behind. She sucked in her stomach out of fear as the very tip of the fingernail came in contact with the outer rim. It teasingly made circles around the edge. Every once in a while Laila would stop to threateningly hover it right outside before going back to teasing. Rachel did her best to keep her stomach held in throughout. The gentle quivers from her pent up laughter kept her struggling to remain still.
Her fear of the bellybutton tickles made her forget about the hand Laila had strategically placed on her butt. She was so focused on trying to keep the finger out of her that she was completely caught off guard when Laila spanked her with a resounding smack. It made her jump forward with a yelp right into the waiting finger. "NOOOO! MISTRESS LAILA PLEASEHAHAHA! PLEASE I'LL BE A BETTER STUDEHEHEHEHENT! JUST PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHP!" She tried to pull back and felt an instant wave of relief as the finger left her bellybutton. Not because she managed to escape, the hand on her ass hadn't allowed her to squirm away, but because Laila had pulled out her finger herself. Laila had an evil twinkle in her eye, she was just teasing her over how helpless she was. Rachel felt her cheeks receive another squeeze that made her gasp right before the finger dove back in. "HEHEHEHE! You pervert. Get your hand off - Wait! PLEASEPLEASEPLASESTOOOP!" The finger came in and out several more times. Laila seemed to enjoy waiting for her to beg or complain so she could interrupt her by putting it back in.
"Mistress Laila? I like that. I think I'll have you call me that from now on. How about an hour of tickles as punishment for every sentence you say that doesn't include that, all right?" Laila wasn't serious about that. But she knew that in Rachel's current frantic state she wasn't even capable of realizing that. She kept one hand on Rachel's butt, more for the pleasure of getting to keep squeezing it than to prevent Rachel from escaping, and kept her the finger inside Rachel's bellybutton wiggling around.
"NONONO PLEASE GET IT OUT GET IT OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUT! EEK! Stop groping my - No don't! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Rachel was really losing it. Her thrashing was starting to make it hard to hold her in place. But Laila wasn't one to let a little struggling shake her off. She took her hand off of Rachel's shapely behind and instead wrapped it around her waist. She pulled herself in to firmly wrap her body against her struggling victim's side. It further limited how much Rachel could twist around in an attempt to dislodge the finger in her bellybutton. Getting to feel Rachel's every squirm, quiver, and shake with her entire body and a close up view of her face was a nice bonus. Watching her distress was just too delicious. Even over the year she'd spent in this wonderful world Ilia had brought her to she hadn't found a ticklee as fun to torture as Rachel. Somehow this girl had being abused down to an art-form. Her every expression of suffering drove Laila wild with desire to punish her more.
She had originally planned to move on to working over Rachel's ribs next. Those enticing beach balls that were quivering against her chest were demanding attention as well. She let out a sigh of disappointment when the cuffs suddenly vanished. Her prey struggled out of her grasp before she had the chance to try either out. She saw Rachel shoot her a glare. The next thing she knew cuffs were appearing around her wrists and ankles. She was pulled to the ground in a spread eagle formation. "Rachel! Rachel, you did it! Congratulations!" Laila beamed with joy for her friend's success. She knew full well what was about to happen, and she didn't care. Her friend had earned it.
Rachel walked up and took a seat at Laila's feet. She lazily reached out with one hand to start dragging a finger down Laila's leg. "You know, Mistress Laila, you've been really mean to me this past week. You've been tickling me every day, but I've never gotten to tickle you back. Don't you think that's unfair?" She flicked her nail against Laila's leg to end her statement.
Laila knew Rachel was right. Rachel had been submissive to her ever since they met. The only tickling she'd seen Rachel do was paying the men and women locked in the punishment stocks in the town square a visit once or twice this entire week. It made her feel a little bad. She'd been having so much fun coming up with new ways to get Rachel in a vulnerable positions that she could take advantage of that it hadn't occurred to her to wonder about how her friend felt about it. "Oh, and what're you gonna do about it?" Laila goaded her on with mock defiance.
"I think I'll be giving you a taste of your own medicine. And you know that laughter is the best medicine!" Laila couldn't prevent the groan from that one. Too forced, Rach. Way too forced. Rachel liked to complain about her cheesy taunting, but when it came down to it she really wasn't any better. She watched as Rachel started furiously scrabbling her nails against the soles of her feet. The only reaction it provoked was a sad smile. Rachel was so focused on her chance that it took her a bit to figure out that Laila wasn't laughing.
"Sorry, Rach. My feet couldn't be any less ticklish. I'm rock bottom on sensitivity there." Rachel looked disappointed at the revelation. Laila couldn't blame her. With how much she had been tickling her feet she probably had wanted revenge pretty badly. "It's always been a regret of mine that despite loving to tickle girls' feet I've never gotten to experience it for myself. How about you come up here and give my upperbody a shot? I'm pretty ticklish everywhere else." She really was starting to feel bad for Rachel. Her friend's first chance at tickling her was being wasted. She'd have to make it up to her later.
Rachel walked over and sat down between Laila's legs. She reached down as if she was about to start tickling Laila's sides, then she suddenly lunged forward to dig her nails into her armpits. "EEK! THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT'S NOT FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Laila cried. Laila had to give Rachel some credit. If she was smooshing her breasts against her's and keeping their bare pussies dangerously close together on purpose to erotically mess with Laila's head as she tickled, then props to her it was working. It was especially cruel because the armpit tickling demanded too much of her attention for her to enjoy the more pleasant skinship.
"HEHEHEHE! Oh my God STOHOHOHOHOP! THIS IS TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Her begging wasn't for show. Laila had thought Rachel wouldn't be very good due to lack of practice, but her scrabbling nails were quickly breaking her down. There was no teasing to build the mood. Rachel seemed to want to make every second she had left count. The closest thing to slowing down she did was when she would occasionally wander down to tease the sides of her breasts and ribs to catch her off guard before jumping back to the armpits.
"My oh my, Mistress Laila. You seem to be having a hard time. Are you really just a little girl who was acting big? Little girls whose heads get too big need to be brought down to size." Rachel taunted her as she moved her focus to tormenting Laila's ribs. She made certain that the crevice in between each rib got at least 10 seconds of having a finger wiggled in it on her way down to her stomach. It wasn't as bad as the armpit tickling, but it kept Laila laughing. The trip down made Rachel sit back up to comfortably reach the lower ribs. She didn't miss that Laila's nipples were engorged with arousal. She got up and moved to her side so she could check her moistened mound. "Oh wow, you're really getting turned on by this. Getting horny by having another woman mount and tickle you. You really are a pervert. A little old pervert who needs to be taught a lesson!" She jumped her hands back up to Laila's armpits purely to make Laila scream to cap off her sentence. Then her fingers' march down her ribs started over from the beginning.
This was bad. Rachel was getting closer to there. She didn't know if she could stand it if Rachel reached it and took advantage of her biggest weakness. After Rachel finished digging into Laila's bottom ribs she moved up to squeezing her breasts. She leaned in and popped one of Laila's nipples into her mouth. Laila threw her head back and moaned with pleasure as she felt her tongue gently lap at her tit. Feeling Rachel gently nibble on her engorged nipple, roll it around in her mouth, and teasing it with gentle laps of her tongue drove her out of her mind with arousal. At the very least it didn't tickle. "Please Rach, stop. I can't take this. Please let me go. I'll let you tickle me more later, I promise. Just please let me go for now," she managed to gasp out. It then dawned on her that begging so much when Rachel had started being nice to her was a bad idea.
Her desperation didn't escape Rachel's notice. She stopped pleasuring Laila's breasts and leaned back to survey the ticklish canvas she had laid out in front of her. "Hrm. Funny, you really don't seem to want me going any lower down than this. Is there a fun little spot for me to play with down there?" She reached down and goosed her hips, "maybe here?" Fingers skittered across her stomach. "Here?" A hand reached down to carress her pussy lips. "I think you'd have a lot of fun down here, you naughty girl." Rachel kept an eye on Laila's expression as she moved her hands around. This was not a game of hot and cold Laila wanted to lose. "Oh, I think I know. You were having so much fun with it earlier yourself." She used her magic to summon additional straps around Laila's waist and under her breasts, pinning her abdomen in place. Laila could only watch in terror as Rachel dramatically took a deep breath and lowered her head down to blow a long, hard raspberry straight into her bellybutton.
Laila went absolutely berserk. She thrashed her head back and forth and howled like a banshee. She wanted to try to buck Rachel off, but her tormentor's foresight meant that she couldn't do a single thing to shake her off. Rachel used her hands to knead directly above and below Laila's bellybutton while she gathered the breath to do it again. The second raspberry was too much for her to handle. Laila lost control of her bladder. A sizable stain spread on the carpet between her legs. "Oh myyyy!" Rachel taunted, "It seems like our poor little baby girl needs some potty training. I was going to stop it there, but now I think you need to be punished for that. How does a few dozen more raspberries sound to you?" This time she wiggled a finger directly inside her bellybutton rather than tickling around it while she gulped in air to make certain Laila didn't have anything approaching time to rest.
Laila was almost in tears. She hadn't expected Rachel to be this cruel. Rachel's taunting was getting to her. She wasn't used to being tickle tortured, having always been on the offensive since she came to this world. She didn't have any tolerance for being tickled for extended periods of time or being verbally abused while helpless like a lot of people here did. The strict bondage didn't help matters. She'd never felt so helpless, so out of control of a situation, before. A fear was building in her that Rachel was getting too into this to give her a break even if she had a safeword. Luckily for her the magic timed out then. Rachel was thrown off of her by the magic cuffs that vanished from Laila's limbs to reappear on her's. Laila lay where she'd been bound for a moment to catch her breath before walking over to where Rachel was struggling on the ground.
"Always remember the rules of magic. They can lead to you getting into some pretty bad situations," she reminded Rachel. "Now, I believe I was about to make certain all of your ribs were accounted for..." Laila told herself that she'd sit down and talk with Rachel about their relationship after this. But for now, it'd be straight up rude to ignore the supple, ticklish flesh in front of her.
Continued in Part 3
Prologue
Part 1: Arriving at a new world
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If Rachel had to say she loved any one thing about Laila, it would have to be the younger girl's commitment to aftercare. Rachel was currently lying face down on a padded table in the living room of Laila's house. Laila was standing at her side and using her hands to work out a painfully tight muscle knot in between Rachel's shoulderblades. It was heavenly. It was one of the few times since coming to this world that she was unconditionally happy that somebody was making physical contact with her bare skin. The only downside that Rachel could see was that she her body was only in such a sorry state because she'd spent an entire hour thrashing on this very table at the behest of Laila's tongue. Laila had insisted that it wouldn't have been a proper punishment if she'd been allowed to have it stop when it became too much for her.
Laila was currently teaching Rachel how to use magic. Rachel had been quite excited about it at first. Magic! She could be a witch just like out of her games. Her enthusiasm was considerably dampened after hearing the details that she realized she should've seen coming. Not only could magic in this world only be used in ways that facilitated tickling or for strictly survival purposes, all magic used on another person would rebound back on its caster the moment it faded from its original target. It made it impossible to use magic to tickle torture somebody without exposing yourself to revenge. Laila was teaching it as a last resort self defense sort of deal. For use when she needed to magically render an attacker helpless so she could escape. The holy trinity of spells in this world were stripping, bondage, and automated tickling tools. Laila wasn't going to take her out on adventures with her until she had all three down pat on top of basic healing and camp skills. There was so much to learn that Rachel would have to be one of the greatest magical prodigies in the world's history for the lessons to end anytime soon.
Laila had turned out to be a teacher big on punishing every mistake. Today Rachel had been practicing stripping magic. It was a relatively surefire way of insuring that you met Ilia's rule that all bound ticklees needed to be naked under the condition that you were willing to accept getting stripped yourself from the rebound. Of her 5 attempts only 1 had managed to destroy Laila's clothes. The other 4 only made her own clothes disintegrate on the spot. "You know the rules," Laila chided her as she strapped her to the padded rack, "15 minutes for every failure. If I ignored those 4 failures because you got the final attempt right you'd never be incentivized to learn." The following hour had been grueling. Laila's foot fetish was in full force today. She had spent the hour devouring Rachel's feet with the help of a jar of honey. Her toes in particular had been a focus for the majority of the session. Rachel cursed the fact that her feet were her worst spot. She felt like there was something inherently unfair about Laila getting to satisfy her foot fetish and maximize tickle torturing her at the same time.
She worried a little that she was going crazy. When she first got here 10 minutes of Laila toying with her feet was all it took to reduce her to tears. Within a couple days she could withstand about 30 minutes before she started to have a problem with it. That hour of foot tickling just now had been harsh, but it honestly wasn't that big a deal to her at this point. It was still torture, but it was like she was now able to accept that she was suffering and ride it out regardless of length or severity. A part of her had even enjoyed it. She'd caught herself fantasizing about Laila one day upping the ante on her punishments to make them even worse as she'd walked over. Like humiliating her by taking her out in public to allow people to gawk at her being tickled or taking advantage of her helplessness to sexually force herself on her. Or both. She buried her face into the her arms to hide her embarrassment at the thought. Ilia's words that she was extremely masochistic deep down rung in her head.
Her ruminations were interrupted by rhythmic thumping on her back from loosely balled up fists. The massage, as good as it was, was over. Make it a second good point that Laila refused to ruin a massage with tickles. At least not immediately or without provocation. Rachel rolled off the table to take a leisurely stretch. Receiving a massage from a naked woman was something she'd never have thought she'd be doing a week ago, but these days she was willingly submitting to being helplessly bound in the nude with another girl tickling the living daylights out of her on a daily basis. It seemed a bit silly to worry about details like that at this point.
"Ready to practice bondage now, or would you like me to help you wake up a little first?" Laila accompanied her offer by reaching her hands forward to squeeze Rachel's sides. Rachel swatted them away and danced back out of range. Okay, scratch good point number two. She decided to roll in her retaliation and practice in one. Without saying anything she focused on glowing cuffs appearing to bind her friend's arms and legs together. With a snapping sound she felt her own limbs get restrained to put her standing in an I position instead. "Helping you wake up it is," Laila taunted with a grin. This time Rachel was helpless to stop her hands from making contact.
"NO PLEASEEEHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOP! I'll do it right THIS TIIIMEHAHAHAHAHA!" Rachel cried. It was useless. It was always useless to try begging Laila for mercy. The girl was nice enough normally, but she would never fail to take advantage of a helpless girl in front of her. With no idea how long her own spell was going to hold her the only option Rachel had was to wiggle away from the hands teasing her sides. That was also pointless, as Laila easily followed her around enticing squeals out with every squeeze. She was completely caught off guard when she suddenly felt one hand reach around to roughly squeeze her ass. Laila was now standing a little off to her side. One hand was reaching around to grab her behind while the other threateningly hovered a single finger over her bellybutton.
"You know, I don't recall spending much time with your bellybutton before, Rach. I remember it being pretty good, but a real lesson is never complete without a few refreshers." Great, now she was making lesson jokes. Rachel would rather have a second tickler join in now than have to put up with those. Her annoyance gave way to horror as she saw Laila's index finger begin teasingly make its way towards her bellybutton. Her attempt to squirm away was thwarted by the hand that had a firm hold on her behind. She sucked in her stomach out of fear as the very tip of the fingernail came in contact with the outer rim. It teasingly made circles around the edge. Every once in a while Laila would stop to threateningly hover it right outside before going back to teasing. Rachel did her best to keep her stomach held in throughout. The gentle quivers from her pent up laughter kept her struggling to remain still.
Her fear of the bellybutton tickles made her forget about the hand Laila had strategically placed on her butt. She was so focused on trying to keep the finger out of her that she was completely caught off guard when Laila spanked her with a resounding smack. It made her jump forward with a yelp right into the waiting finger. "NOOOO! MISTRESS LAILA PLEASEHAHAHA! PLEASE I'LL BE A BETTER STUDEHEHEHEHENT! JUST PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHP!" She tried to pull back and felt an instant wave of relief as the finger left her bellybutton. Not because she managed to escape, the hand on her ass hadn't allowed her to squirm away, but because Laila had pulled out her finger herself. Laila had an evil twinkle in her eye, she was just teasing her over how helpless she was. Rachel felt her cheeks receive another squeeze that made her gasp right before the finger dove back in. "HEHEHEHE! You pervert. Get your hand off - Wait! PLEASEPLEASEPLASESTOOOP!" The finger came in and out several more times. Laila seemed to enjoy waiting for her to beg or complain so she could interrupt her by putting it back in.
"Mistress Laila? I like that. I think I'll have you call me that from now on. How about an hour of tickles as punishment for every sentence you say that doesn't include that, all right?" Laila wasn't serious about that. But she knew that in Rachel's current frantic state she wasn't even capable of realizing that. She kept one hand on Rachel's butt, more for the pleasure of getting to keep squeezing it than to prevent Rachel from escaping, and kept her the finger inside Rachel's bellybutton wiggling around.
"NONONO PLEASE GET IT OUT GET IT OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUT! EEK! Stop groping my - No don't! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Rachel was really losing it. Her thrashing was starting to make it hard to hold her in place. But Laila wasn't one to let a little struggling shake her off. She took her hand off of Rachel's shapely behind and instead wrapped it around her waist. She pulled herself in to firmly wrap her body against her struggling victim's side. It further limited how much Rachel could twist around in an attempt to dislodge the finger in her bellybutton. Getting to feel Rachel's every squirm, quiver, and shake with her entire body and a close up view of her face was a nice bonus. Watching her distress was just too delicious. Even over the year she'd spent in this wonderful world Ilia had brought her to she hadn't found a ticklee as fun to torture as Rachel. Somehow this girl had being abused down to an art-form. Her every expression of suffering drove Laila wild with desire to punish her more.
She had originally planned to move on to working over Rachel's ribs next. Those enticing beach balls that were quivering against her chest were demanding attention as well. She let out a sigh of disappointment when the cuffs suddenly vanished. Her prey struggled out of her grasp before she had the chance to try either out. She saw Rachel shoot her a glare. The next thing she knew cuffs were appearing around her wrists and ankles. She was pulled to the ground in a spread eagle formation. "Rachel! Rachel, you did it! Congratulations!" Laila beamed with joy for her friend's success. She knew full well what was about to happen, and she didn't care. Her friend had earned it.
Rachel walked up and took a seat at Laila's feet. She lazily reached out with one hand to start dragging a finger down Laila's leg. "You know, Mistress Laila, you've been really mean to me this past week. You've been tickling me every day, but I've never gotten to tickle you back. Don't you think that's unfair?" She flicked her nail against Laila's leg to end her statement.
Laila knew Rachel was right. Rachel had been submissive to her ever since they met. The only tickling she'd seen Rachel do was paying the men and women locked in the punishment stocks in the town square a visit once or twice this entire week. It made her feel a little bad. She'd been having so much fun coming up with new ways to get Rachel in a vulnerable positions that she could take advantage of that it hadn't occurred to her to wonder about how her friend felt about it. "Oh, and what're you gonna do about it?" Laila goaded her on with mock defiance.
"I think I'll be giving you a taste of your own medicine. And you know that laughter is the best medicine!" Laila couldn't prevent the groan from that one. Too forced, Rach. Way too forced. Rachel liked to complain about her cheesy taunting, but when it came down to it she really wasn't any better. She watched as Rachel started furiously scrabbling her nails against the soles of her feet. The only reaction it provoked was a sad smile. Rachel was so focused on her chance that it took her a bit to figure out that Laila wasn't laughing.
"Sorry, Rach. My feet couldn't be any less ticklish. I'm rock bottom on sensitivity there." Rachel looked disappointed at the revelation. Laila couldn't blame her. With how much she had been tickling her feet she probably had wanted revenge pretty badly. "It's always been a regret of mine that despite loving to tickle girls' feet I've never gotten to experience it for myself. How about you come up here and give my upperbody a shot? I'm pretty ticklish everywhere else." She really was starting to feel bad for Rachel. Her friend's first chance at tickling her was being wasted. She'd have to make it up to her later.
Rachel walked over and sat down between Laila's legs. She reached down as if she was about to start tickling Laila's sides, then she suddenly lunged forward to dig her nails into her armpits. "EEK! THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT'S NOT FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Laila cried. Laila had to give Rachel some credit. If she was smooshing her breasts against her's and keeping their bare pussies dangerously close together on purpose to erotically mess with Laila's head as she tickled, then props to her it was working. It was especially cruel because the armpit tickling demanded too much of her attention for her to enjoy the more pleasant skinship.
"HEHEHEHE! Oh my God STOHOHOHOHOP! THIS IS TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Her begging wasn't for show. Laila had thought Rachel wouldn't be very good due to lack of practice, but her scrabbling nails were quickly breaking her down. There was no teasing to build the mood. Rachel seemed to want to make every second she had left count. The closest thing to slowing down she did was when she would occasionally wander down to tease the sides of her breasts and ribs to catch her off guard before jumping back to the armpits.
"My oh my, Mistress Laila. You seem to be having a hard time. Are you really just a little girl who was acting big? Little girls whose heads get too big need to be brought down to size." Rachel taunted her as she moved her focus to tormenting Laila's ribs. She made certain that the crevice in between each rib got at least 10 seconds of having a finger wiggled in it on her way down to her stomach. It wasn't as bad as the armpit tickling, but it kept Laila laughing. The trip down made Rachel sit back up to comfortably reach the lower ribs. She didn't miss that Laila's nipples were engorged with arousal. She got up and moved to her side so she could check her moistened mound. "Oh wow, you're really getting turned on by this. Getting horny by having another woman mount and tickle you. You really are a pervert. A little old pervert who needs to be taught a lesson!" She jumped her hands back up to Laila's armpits purely to make Laila scream to cap off her sentence. Then her fingers' march down her ribs started over from the beginning.
This was bad. Rachel was getting closer to there. She didn't know if she could stand it if Rachel reached it and took advantage of her biggest weakness. After Rachel finished digging into Laila's bottom ribs she moved up to squeezing her breasts. She leaned in and popped one of Laila's nipples into her mouth. Laila threw her head back and moaned with pleasure as she felt her tongue gently lap at her tit. Feeling Rachel gently nibble on her engorged nipple, roll it around in her mouth, and teasing it with gentle laps of her tongue drove her out of her mind with arousal. At the very least it didn't tickle. "Please Rach, stop. I can't take this. Please let me go. I'll let you tickle me more later, I promise. Just please let me go for now," she managed to gasp out. It then dawned on her that begging so much when Rachel had started being nice to her was a bad idea.
Her desperation didn't escape Rachel's notice. She stopped pleasuring Laila's breasts and leaned back to survey the ticklish canvas she had laid out in front of her. "Hrm. Funny, you really don't seem to want me going any lower down than this. Is there a fun little spot for me to play with down there?" She reached down and goosed her hips, "maybe here?" Fingers skittered across her stomach. "Here?" A hand reached down to carress her pussy lips. "I think you'd have a lot of fun down here, you naughty girl." Rachel kept an eye on Laila's expression as she moved her hands around. This was not a game of hot and cold Laila wanted to lose. "Oh, I think I know. You were having so much fun with it earlier yourself." She used her magic to summon additional straps around Laila's waist and under her breasts, pinning her abdomen in place. Laila could only watch in terror as Rachel dramatically took a deep breath and lowered her head down to blow a long, hard raspberry straight into her bellybutton.
Laila went absolutely berserk. She thrashed her head back and forth and howled like a banshee. She wanted to try to buck Rachel off, but her tormentor's foresight meant that she couldn't do a single thing to shake her off. Rachel used her hands to knead directly above and below Laila's bellybutton while she gathered the breath to do it again. The second raspberry was too much for her to handle. Laila lost control of her bladder. A sizable stain spread on the carpet between her legs. "Oh myyyy!" Rachel taunted, "It seems like our poor little baby girl needs some potty training. I was going to stop it there, but now I think you need to be punished for that. How does a few dozen more raspberries sound to you?" This time she wiggled a finger directly inside her bellybutton rather than tickling around it while she gulped in air to make certain Laila didn't have anything approaching time to rest.
Laila was almost in tears. She hadn't expected Rachel to be this cruel. Rachel's taunting was getting to her. She wasn't used to being tickle tortured, having always been on the offensive since she came to this world. She didn't have any tolerance for being tickled for extended periods of time or being verbally abused while helpless like a lot of people here did. The strict bondage didn't help matters. She'd never felt so helpless, so out of control of a situation, before. A fear was building in her that Rachel was getting too into this to give her a break even if she had a safeword. Luckily for her the magic timed out then. Rachel was thrown off of her by the magic cuffs that vanished from Laila's limbs to reappear on her's. Laila lay where she'd been bound for a moment to catch her breath before walking over to where Rachel was struggling on the ground.
"Always remember the rules of magic. They can lead to you getting into some pretty bad situations," she reminded Rachel. "Now, I believe I was about to make certain all of your ribs were accounted for..." Laila told herself that she'd sit down and talk with Rachel about their relationship after this. But for now, it'd be straight up rude to ignore the supple, ticklish flesh in front of her.
Continued in Part 3
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