A Life Less Ordinary F/f

From The Short Story Collection 'Tickle Tutor International'

By TickleMantis

F/f

‘A LIFE LESS ORDINARY’
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From her expansive bedroom window on the fourth floor Romey Verbeck stared out across endless grassland. No stranger to great plains, looking out at the horizon with nary but the breeze between you and the edge of the world was a common sight growing up. Of course, the grasslands of her childhood waved in that breeze, a mix of browns and shifting, hypnotic grays. What the young Kansas native looked upon now was vibrant green, mowed and manicured to eerie perfection, only changing when a cloud might cast some shadow. It had been an odd sight when she’d first arrived at the mansion. Funny, Romey thought with a sigh, how even the most unusual things in life can seem normal with enough time.

Four years gone by, almost to the day. Romey took a couple of steps back and dropped into her large beanbag chair, long blonde pigtails falling across her shoulders as she landed. Four years and what did she have to show for it? A college degree, that was something, but even then the buxom twenty-three year old had to wonder if what she’d traded was worth the trouble. Likely not, upon reflection. Who could have blamed her though? She’d been all of nineteen when the recruiter came and offered a life of luxury. College, board, food, vehicle, all paid for in full. More than that, a life where she could live out her most outlandishly sordid fantasies. No sane person would turn it down.

A shriek of laughter echoed down the hall, somewhere outside her bedroom door. An unusual sound anywhere else, not so in the mansion. In the mansion it would have been strange to go a day, to go even more than a couple of hours without hearing one of the girls squeal. In the early days Romey would have rushed out there, eager to join in the fray. She knew better now. Despite her ambitions and best efforts the curvy young woman had come to accept that whatever it was put some girls on top, others were destined to wallow near the bottom. Still the mere sound of a loud, fitful laugh caused the same familiar tingles as it ever had.

More laughter bellowed, muffled by the door, rapid and panicked. There were words in there, one of the girls doing her best to protest the attention. Romey couldn’t make out what was being said, certainly nothing that hadn’t been said before in those walls. Whoever it was, likely it was too late for them, the rest of their morning, maybe the rest of their day would be in the hands of someone else. You could fight back, that worked for some, Romey never had much luck with it herself.

“Romey!” The victim beyond the door called and Romey cringed as she recognized the pleading voice. Dee. Poor Dee, she faired little better than Romey most days. “Romey help! Heeelp!”

The sound of fast, heavy footsteps compelled the comely girl to glance back over her shoulder. Romey wanted nothing to do with whatever calamity was coming her way and she wasn’t dressed for it anyway. Tight grey leggings, blue ankle socks and a white singlet, far from the most protective attire. Her bedroom door was locked at least, as it always was, it’d take a fire or worse for her to open it and even then she’d think twice. If it had been any of the other girls Romey wouldn’t have even bothered turning around, but Dee was special. In truth, Dee was just about her only friend in the world, her only friend in the mansion by any rate. Freckle-faced and cheerful, Dee had arrived at the mansion only a few months before Romey and the two girls bonded fast. At first out of necessity, more than anything.

“Romey!” Dee again, much closer, followed immediately by a hurried pounding on the door. “Romey please! It’s the twins!”

“Hell.” Romey muttered and clambered with no small amount of clumsiness from her beanbag. “I’m coming!”

“Hurry hurry hurry!”

As she bounded across her spacious bedroom, her large breasts bouncing as she ran, it occurred to Romey that there was every chance she was being tricked. Dee wouldn’t lure her into a trap by her own design, Romey trusted her that much, but there wasn’t a single girl who lived there that couldn’t be compelled to betray their own mother with the right technique. Last chance to leave Dee to the wolves, the voluptuous girl thought as she halted in front of the door.

“Come in, quick!” Romey swung the door open, just enough for Dee to wriggle inside.

“Oh my god, thank you!” Dee burst into the large bedroom. She was all of 5’2ft but that was still an inch taller than Romey, and a year older to boot. Frizzy red hair flying as she hurried inside. Something else the two girls shared beside their sorry social standings was their curvaceous figures. Generous bosoms, wide hips and well-rounded rear ends, Dee’s own backside accentuated by her tight-fitting blue jeans.

Romey shut the door fast, snapping the lock firm and turned back to Dee. The fiery haired girl was hardly dressed much better than Romey, socks and a low-cut shirt that showed off her freckled cleavage, milky white flesh that fell as she caught each breath. It occurred to Romey that whatever they wore was probably irrelevant if the twins got hold of them, those bitches could tear through a suit of armor once they got worked up enough.

“Did they see you come in?” Romey gave the door handle a paranoid tug.

“I don’t uh…I don’t think so.” Dee let her breathing return to normal, shaking her head. “I got around the corner, I think, before they-“

The unmistakable sound of long fingernails skittered across the outside of Romey’s door. “Dee! Romey! Open up!” Said one of the twins.

“Damn it.” Dee sighed and looked at Romey like a kitten who’d just spilled it’s milk. “Sorry.”

Romey had no love for the twins, a pair of nineteen year old heiresses to some wealthy Kentucky horse family who’d shown up at the mansion barely even a year ago. They had an unfair advantage to begin with, identical sisters working in unison, but it was their relatively recent arrival that really bugged her. How quickly the teens had risen through the unofficial ranks of the mansion, while longer, older and more experienced residents like Romey or Dee continued floundering at the bottom. The thought of being captured by the sisters sent a frustrating flutter through Romey’s loins, a problem that was only exasperated when she noticed her fiery haired friend’s nipples poking rigidly through her shirt. Such as it was for all the girls of the mansion, fear and arousal walking hand in hand.

“Don’t worry.” Romey looked at her door, the only thing between them and double disaster. “They can’t get in.”

More nails tapped playfully against the door. “How about a deal Romes?” One of the sisters called. The sound of their nails caused Romey’s libido to swell as she couldn’t help but imagine them tapping upon her hopelessly sensitive skin. “You open the door and we’ll leave you be…just hand Dee over…”

“Romey’s not in here!” Dee blurted out.

“Oh really?” Long nails raked along the wood. “Then who was it opened the door for you, dumb-dumb?”

“Shit.” The curvy redhead said under her breath.

“Come on…” Aubrey or Nora cooed, it was impossible to tell the difference between their faces, let alone their voices. “Dee? We’ll take Romey instead! Just give her a little push out here!” The pair of them giggled.

“We’re not coming out!” Romey tried to sound stern and tried even more to ignore the dreadfully arousing thought of being at the sisters’ mercy.

“Suit yourselves…” Said a twin, followed by the stomach-twisting metallic click of the door being unlocked.

“No!” Romey launched forward, throwing herself against the door. “Dee, help me!”

The door sprung open an inch, stopping in place as Dee slammed against it. Together the two busty girls planted their socks in the carpet, straining and slipping against the force from the other side. Both knew what was at stake and both had been through it far too many times not to give it their all. Two on two the odds should have been even, but Aubrey and Nora were considerably tall and a lifetime of riding horses had given the leggy blonde sisters quite the athletic figures. Romey would have liked nothing better than to somehow overpower the twins, her and Dee dishing out their sadistic best, though she didn’t fancy the chances.

“We’re coming innnn!” Teased the twins, one of their slender hands clawing around the edge of the door at the risk of her fingers.

“Nnnggh!” Dee pushed and shoved, her tiny feet sliding in the wrong direction. “Get out!”

“You’re both in for it now!” Aubrey or Nora sang and the taunting was causing Romey’s nipples to stiffen. “We’re going to tickle you crazy!”

The word ‘tickle’ made Romey’s heart skip a beat, some things never change. After so much time, so much of her life built around what a few of the girls called ‘the T word’, the bosomy girl expected she would get used to hearing it eventually. After everything she’d been through, the T word and its variants still put butterflies in Romey’s stomach, no matter how mundane the usage. Said in threatening, teasing tones from an Amazon who had nothing but cruel intentions, that was like pouring gasoline on the fires of the frightened young woman’s arousal.

“Yeeii!” Dee yelped as that one sneaking hand managed to reach around and pinch her side. Socks slipped, the surprised girl flailed forward and the entire resistance operation crumbled.

“Ah!” Romey stumbled as the door shoved her, the twins spilling over the threshold.

Dee had leapt a few more feet into the room, which left Romey standing awkwardly behind the open door. One of the twins strode by, all long legs and waving locks of blonde, blue eyes set hungry on the fleeing redhead. She wore a skin-tight, stark-white catsuit that appeared almost painted on to her statuesque figure, the front zipper pulled down to show off ballooning cleavage. The standard uniform of the mansion by stern order of the people in charge, another oddity that had become normal over the years.

“Get her Nora!” Presumably Aubrey cheered from the other side of the door as the other twin pounced on Dee.

“Noieiee!” Dee spun about, caught in the tummy by clawing hands and doubled over squealing.

Done like dinner, there was nothing Romey could do for her now. Escape was the only option, Dee would understand, Romey would have expected her to do the same if their positions were reversed. Pulling back the door, Romey found herself just inches from Aubrey’s back. The busty twin was busy watching her sister wrestle Dee to the floor, the helpless redhead giggling loudly as she fought to stay upright. Romey took a step to maneuver around the door but Aubrey must have caught the movement in the corner of her eye, spinning sharply toward her. Without thought and no chance of outrunning the much taller girl, Romey dug her fingers in just above Aubrey’s hips from behind.

“Eiiiyeee!” Aubrey thrust forward, her long hair whipping Romey in the face as she squealed.

Seizing the opportunity and more than a little surprised by the results, Romey pulled herself in close. Pressed up against Aubrey’s plum-shaped rear, the smaller girl wrapped her arms around the twin’s midriff and squeezed at her slender sides. Dancing awkwardly as she laughed, Aubrey dragged her attacker around in circles, the two girls fumbling across the carpet as Romey held on for dear life. Feeling Aubrey struggle, the vibrations of her laughter and the tender flesh flinching in her grip, Romey’s libido was on a rocket ride to the moon.

“Get off me! Eheeheeheiiee!” Aubrey slapped at Romey’s forearms, her wobbling breasts threatening to spill clear of their thin veil. “Nora! Aiiehee! Nora help!”

Nora was no help, getting her off of Dee would have been like talking a lion off an antelope. Unfortunately for the freckle-faced prey she was on the floor, curled up in a fitful state of pleading giggles by the bedside. Nora loomed over her, hands flying up and down the redhead’s buxom body, easily avoiding every uncoordinated attempt to fight her off. Dee yelped with every speedy pinch, her knees squeezed and sides goosed, ribs poked, all the kicking and flailing the world doing nothing to save her.

A couple of meters away something hit Romey’s shapely butt and she found herself suddenly sandwiched between a wall and Aubrey’s back. She’d hoped the well-toned sister might have collapsed by now, knees turned to jelly just as Dee’s had moments before, but it seemed Aubrey had slightly more resilience. Evidently Aubrey also didn’t succumb to ticklish panic quite so quick as the redhead either, a fact Romey learned to her dismay. Giving up on prying the shorter girl off her, Aubrey instead reached behind and clawed all ten of her long fingers directly into Romey’s sides.

“Yiieeee!” Romey snapped her hands to her sides, giving up the reverse bear-hug she had on Aubrey and every advantage along with it. Before the buxom young woman could even think to bolt for the door her assailant turned a full 180 and started lobster clawing viciously at her sides. Caught between the wall and two tickling hands, Romey hunched forward, dreaded defeat and unruly arousal both gripping her.

On her way down, Romey caught a glimpse of Dee. Nora was straddling her now, frizzy hair going every which way as she shook her head. The blonde’s hands were buried under Dee’s shirt, those long nails scurrying directly all over her ticklish midriff. Like all the girls in the mansion, Dee was agonizingly, excruciatingly ticklish, such was one of the very specific requirements to live there. Romey of course checked all those same boxes, and what a wondrous idea it had been to meet others like her during those early days. Young women from all over the world who feared being tickled, who got turned on despite that fear, and who loved tickling other people out of their minds. Dee, the twins, all the others, all sold the same pitch; You’ll get to tickle girls just like you to your heart’s content. A dream come true, until you realize that one girl’s dream is another girl’s nightmare and not everyone gets to achieve their dreams.

“Eeiha! Eehahaha!” Romey shook, pigtails twirling as she fell to her knees. Aubrey leaned over, fingers pinching up and down the comely girl’s heaving ribs. “Aubrey! Eeehaha! Stahapstop!”

Dee was belting much the same, the two helpless girl’s laughter a chaotic kind of music that filled the sizable room. “Eeeiheehee! Norahaha! Getohahaf!”

How many times had each of them been through something similar, something worse, and every time it was just like the first. Dee knew as well as Romey that no amount of desperate cries would get the twins to stop, yet the begging words burst forth as unstoppable as the laughter itself. Somehow, once the fingers started wiggling and those terribly ticklish shocks exploded throughout her body, Romey still maintained a dire hope that it would end at any moment. A dire need, even. It needed to stop, right then and there, the curvaceous girl couldn’t take a single second longer, even as she knew beyond a doubt that her suffering had barely just begun.

“Regret not handing Dee over now?” Aubrey kneaded at the flustered blonde’s lower ribs and she collapsed with a piercing shriek.

“Neeieheehe!” Romey bucked on her side, hips jerking back and forth as her hands grabbed at the taunting Amazon’s fingers and lost grip immediately after every successful catch.

“You’re going to pay for getting the jump on me Romey!” The teenage heiress pulled at the giggly girl’s shoulder, forcing her to roll onto her back.

“No! No!” Romey tried to wriggle back as the taller girl swung one leg over her hips. Struggle as she might, the tiny blonde was fighting to free herself from a pair of thighs that spent a lifetime clamped around some of Kentucky’s finest thoroughbreds. “I’m sorry! Aubrey, I’m sorry!” She hated herself for apologizing, but as every girl in the mansion learned sooner or later; dignity and pride were one luxury none of them could afford once the tickling began.

“Oh, well, as long as you’re sorry!” Aubrey’s words dripped with sarcasm.

“Listen-nff-please!” Tugging at her hips with the cruel twin straddling her, Romey couldn’t have thought of much to say even if she hadn’t been half distracted by Dee’s hectic laughter wailing from behind.

“I’ll listen to you beg!” Said the porcelain skinned princess as she darted all ten of her fingers crawling up her captive’s sides.

“Nyaahahaha!” Romey clamped her arms in, trapping Aubrey’s hands between her biceps and breasts, fingertips drilling into the jiggling flesh.

Rolling madly, Romey looked around helplessly as she squealed with laughter, nothing encouraging catching her eye. In her feverishly ticklish state the sight of her open bedroom door only made things worse. No doubt Dee’s laughter mixed with her own was echoing out into the hall, an open invitation for anyone who happened by to come join in. Laughter in the mansion was like blood in the ocean, it attracted all the predators. Being turned into someone’s tickle-toy was the worst thing Romey could imagine, and she could speak with some extensive experience on that. Having more than one person turn your body into a plaything was a whole other kind of hell. There was one advantage in the mansion with more than one tickler, now and then the girls would turn on each other, but that was a small hope which a lonely victim never had a say in.

“Now don’t you move!” Nora said with Dee squirming between her steely thighs. With one hand out of the redhead’s reach, Nora wiggled five fingers in the air as an ever-present threat while the other reached under Romey’s bed. Pulling out one of the storage drawers, the busty twin smirked as she examined the contents.

“Getoutofthere! Eheeheehee!” Romey squawked, not entirely sure herself if she was yelling at Nora’s invasion of privacy or Aubrey’s ten devious fingers running up and down her sides. “Eeheee! TickleherDee! Tieehehee!”

“Don’t even try, little lady.” Nora gave her legs a firmer squeeze to hammer home just how powerless her fiery haired captive was. “Hmm…what do we have here?” She fished through the half open drawer, pushing the collection of unorganized items around. “Ohh! Here we go!” With a hearty grin plastered across her face, Nora held up a large purple wand with a curved, bulbous head. One of Romey’s most energetic looking vibrators. “Romey, you naughty little perv!”

Already quite pink in the cheeks from the ongoing tickle-assault, Romey felt herself blush bright red. “Aieeheehee! Stahap! Stahaha!” Kicking at the carpet, grabbing at Aubrey’s roaming hands, the buxom girl couldn’t focus on anything besides her own maddening ticklishness for more a second.

Nora tossed the expensive pleasure device aside, letting it roll over by the bedside as she went back to exploring the drawer. In a horribly ironic twist, Romey knew that some time later she would use that same vibrator while thinking back on that very moment. For all the young blonde’s carnal fantasies of having other women at her mercy, nothing turned her on so tragically as recalling her own ticklish agonies. Nothing except ticklish agony itself, raw and in the present, the very thing making her loins quiver as Aubrey wormed wiggling fingers around the edges of her tightly shut underarms.

“Perfect!” Nora held up a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs, much to Dee’s wide eyed horror.

“Nono!” Dee planted one hand on the floor and other on the bedside, pushing and straining to pull herself free, heels digging and slipping in the carpet.

“Ohh, here!” Aubrey grinned, pearly white teeth perfectly aligned between her wide spread lips. She held out one hand, the other busy goosing Romey’s abdomen.

“Uh-uh!” Nora held the dangling cuffs close to her ample chest. “Find your own!”

“Neieheeheii! Neeieehe!” Romey had both hands wrestling weakly against Aubrey’s single one, her pigtails whipping around the pained expression on her face.

“Are there any more in there?” Aubrey carried on their conversation, the pleading young woman between her thighs practically an afterthought.

“Mmm…” Nora batted things around inside the drawer, handcuff chain jingling as she searched. “More vibrators!” She chuckled. “Hang on, I have an idea. Catch!”

Aubrey snatched the cuffs from the air and shook them in front of Romey’s face. Growing quite breathless, the sight of her own handcuffs caused the pinned girl to gasp loudly. They were never supposed to be used on her, and as Aubrey snatched up one of Romey’s wrists with the speed of a viper the poor young woman felt somewhat remiss that she’d never got to use them on anyone else. With one hand held in the Amazon’s vice like grip, Romey reached out across the floor with her free hand, fingers raking through the soft carpet as the tried to grab a hold of something. Unfortunately Aubrey wasn’t concerned with the curvy girl’s escape attempt, instead opting to pull on the one arm she already possessed and forcing Romey to roll over.

“Ah! Nnno!” Struggling and bucking beneath the much stronger teen, the red-faced blonde grit her teeth as one hand was pinned firmly into the small of her back. Flailing her one free arm as Aubrey tried to snag it, Romey kicked wildly and noticed Dee was having a desperate battle of her own.

“Nonono! Get off me! Let me go!” Dee was curled forward, half sat upright with both hands clutching at her belt. Nora’s hands were there too, both girls dueling for supremacy over the redhead’s buckle.

“Please noooo! No!” Romey thrashed as her other arm was pulled back. Like the difference between one attacker or many, having one’s limbs restrained completely changed a hyperticklish victim’s level of dismay. Though Romey was unlikely to ever come out on top in a fair fight, there always stood at least some small glimmer of hope she could break free. Once the cuffs were on, or the leather straps, or the ropes, or whatever binding implement an attacker might use, that glimmer of hope became practically non-existent.

“Ohh, caught me a live one!” Aubrey clicked the handcuffs snug around Romey’s wrists and the feeling of cold metal sent a shiver up the trapped girl’s spine.

Nora had Dee’s belt free and the two girls were in fierce combat. Unfortunately for Dee, Nora spent her youth wrangling stallions while Dee still used the bulk of her free time to watch cartoons. There was no sense worrying about Dee anymore, Romey thought, the winner of that particular conflict was clear and her friend wasn’t it. Besides, the handcuffed young woman had her own mounting problems, not the least of which was the increasing wetness beneath her panties.

“You are too much fun Romes!” Aubrey straddled the upper most part of Romey’s thighs, her wide butt protruding up from between the teen’s legs.

“Aubrey wait!” The handcuffed girl squirmed, attempting to roll way or the other, pigtails bobbing along with her hectic movements. Evidently the teenage terror was done waiting, as she scribbled all ten of her long nails up and under Romey’s singlet and onto the painfully sensitive skin at her sides. “Iiiieheehee! Nohonohoiiieeee!”

Yanking fruitlessly at the handcuffs, Romey shook as a stream of girlish giggles poured from her. Just as Aubrey undoubtedly knew it would, having the imposing younger woman’s hands running rampant across Romey’s bare flesh made her arousal go from a rocket ride to light speed. She may have not liked the twins especially but her libido didn’t care. As far as the treacherous lustful part of Romey was concerned a pair of ruthless sisters who looked like cheerleaders was just the thing she needed for lewd satisfaction. Intimidating, imposing and hungry to turn Romey’s buxom body into a teary mess of ticklishness, the thought alone would give her nightmares. Nightmares she’d wake up soaked from.

“Ohh, you’re not going anywhere now!” Aubrey teased, her fiendish fingers climbing higher under Romey’s singlet to poke and stroke at the bulbous sides of her squished boobs.

“Ahahaha! Ahahaha! Nahaha!” Romey screamed, her voluptuous butt wobbling as she struggled. “Ahplease! Ahaha! Aubreystopahaha!”

At that very same moment Dee had just lost her valiant attempt to resist Nora’s devilish goal. Her wrists bound together by her very own belt, the busty redhead lay with her hands tied in front. Flopping frantically onto one side, Dee wormed her body quickly to try and squirm away as the identical succubus atop her turned to grab at her legs. It did not take long for girls in the mansion to learn one another’s most devastatingly sensitive spots, and the twins were no exception. Unfortunately for Dee it wasn’t her first rodeo with the sisters, in fact they’d taken quite a shine to the freckle-faced older girl over the past few months.

“Noranodon’t!” Dee squealed, kicking madly as the much stronger girl lifted her right leg off the floor. With her back to the struggling girl, Nora kneeled down on Dee’s lower left leg while coiling her bicep around the ankle of the right. With her tiny sock-covered foot sticking out from the crook of Nora’s arm, the panicked young woman could only paw helplessly at her attacker’s back as five free fingernails started scribbling all over the bottom of her foot. “IEEEHEE! IIIEEHEEHEE! NOHOPLEASE!”

Dee fell back, thrashing wildly with both legs trapped and her hands bound. Howling with laughter, the bosomy girl’s expression twisted between an insuppressible grin of lunacy and outright anguish. With pitifully weak blows, Dee beat the bottoms of her hands against Nora’s back, the taller girl barely seeming to notice as she focused purely on the wriggling foot trapped under her arm. Five razor sharp talons danced freely across the thin cotton covering the redhead’s sole, up and down without an ounce of mercy.

“Now why don’t you laugh like that for me, hmm?” Aubrey said as she drilled her fingers deep into the tender flesh of Romey’s heaving breasts.

“I am! Ahahaha! I aaamahahaa!” Romey cackled, knowing full well that as terrible as those prodding fingers felt, she had many places that were atrociously worse. “Stahap! Stahahaha!”

“Lies!”

“Aubreeheeheenoho!” Every time the comely girl rolled to one side it left her other side open to attack, fingertips grazing the outer edges of her puffy areoles. With those teasing fingers randomly stroking so dangerously close to her nipples, Romey’s frantic pleading was reaching a fever pitch. “Stopehehee! Stopstopstahahaha!”

“You must be punished for your lies, Romey!” Aubrey said, whipping her hands out from the under the gasping blonde’s shirt.

Romey tried to crawl away, pleading and panting as the cruel heiress lifted her weight from the back of her thighs. A tiny part of her felt almost silly begging when just six feet away poor Dee was losing her mind, though the busty girl knew she would likely be no better off soon enough. In a caterpillar-like motion Romey made a grand distance of about half a foot before Aubrey’s hands were on her again. The tenacious twin had spun about, planted herself between the fleeing girl’s knees and took a swift hold of her ankles. Jerking her legs, Romey grunted and squirmed as Aubrey lifted her legs off the floor and trapped each ankle under the crook of each arm.

“No! Aubrey no! Please!” Romey tugged madly, knowing every desperate word was exactly what her tormentor wanted to hear and still unable to stop herself from saying them.

“Ohh we’re gonna make you laugh Romes!” Aubrey teased, holding the smaller girl’s tiny feet firm between her breasts and biceps. Crossing her forearms over one another, the boisterous sister hovered both hands right in front of Romey’s upturned blue socks.

“You can’t! Curling herself as far onto one side as possible, Romey did her best to head-butt at Aubrey’s legs when she felt the tips of her socks being pinched and pulled away. “Not there! Not there, please!”

“What’s the matter Romes?” Aubrey slowly tugged each sock down the length of her captive’s anxiously wriggling feet. “Don’t want to end up like your buddy over there?”

Feeling her marshmallowy soft heels be exposed involuntarily to the open air, Romey made herself a promise. It was a promise she’d made a dozen times or more since graduating college, a promise usually made when in similar trouble, and one she always meant to keep. Leaving the mansion, the fearful young woman swore up and down that after this most recent session of ticklish torture had come to it’s inevitably messy end, she would go and never look back. A feat easier said than done when faced with the reality of it, but there was nothing like the feeling of wiggling fingertips upon her hopelessly sensitive skin to make Romey more determined than ever.

Perhaps it was hearing Dee’s breathless cackling on top of her own ticklish misery, but Romey knew then things would never get better for her living there. Whatever it was other girls possessed that let them rise to the top, Romey simply didn’t have it in her. Nor did Dee, as her shrill laughter stood testament to. A forcefulness maybe, a domineering streak, something Romey always dreamed of having yet never managed to manifest. Leaving of course wasn’t simply a matter of walking away, and if some of the rumors Romey heard over the years were true, leaving might not even be possible.

The people who ran the mansion were much feared, and rightfully so. They had no end of money, no end of power. Almost all of which was hearsay, though Romey had heard say some truly terrifying things. Truthfully, she herself had taken part in a bit of their dark business over the past four years, out of fear and for her own perverse pleasure, and even those sins she knew barely scratched the surface of the mansions secrets. To go against those people, to tell them she wished to go and never return, Romey believed it likely her life could become far worse rather than better. It was a tough decision to make most of the time, though as the struggling girl felt her socks slip free of her tiny toes it seemed leaving was the one and only true option.

“Aubrey! Aubrey come on!” Romey tried grabbing at the taller girl’s back with her bound hands, fingers scratching uselessly at the air. “Don’t do it!” Unable to see Aubrey’s hands, the buxom blonde was hyperaware of every nervous inch of her bare feet, the anticipation a horrid torture unto itself.

“Tickle tickle!” The devilish twin sang, purposefully keeping her plaything in a state of desperate limbo.

Like a preview of her own agony, Romey winced as she looked across to Dee’s bright red face, a broad grin of anguish across her lips. Seeing her friend shrieking with uproarious laughter, thrashing helplessly as her foot was frolicked upon, it should have made her feel only pity. Pity Romey felt, pity for Dee and for herself, but the sight also set her sopping pussy aquiver. The pained, contorting expressions, the unstoppable laughter and panicked pleas, it made her so wet a dark patch was starting to spread across the front of her grey leggings. Romey couldn’t stop it, couldn’t save her friend and couldn’t save herself, each dismal thought drove home more dread and more unwanted arousal.

“IIIEEEHAHA!” Romey jolted out of nowhere, whipping her entire upperbody in a large arc as five long nails raked down each of her silky smooth soles. Aubrey’s claws moved with alarming speed, a feathery-light touch that skated around the spasming girl’s heels, down her delicate arches and along the bottoms of her outstretched toes.

Though it was not the case for all girls who lived in the mansion, Romey and Dee shared one more debilitating trait that gained them invitation to live there. To be turned on whilst in the throws of ticklish disarray was necessary, the degrees of which varied from resident to resident. For Romey and Dee the degree to how speedily they became aroused could, and often was, mortifyingly amplified by just how awfully sensitive a particular tickled spot was. The worse it was, the hornier they got. Sadly for the two frenzied friends, both of them happened to have deathly ticklish feet.

“Cheater!” Nora looked back over one shoulder to see her sister working over Romey’s feet. “You’re supposed to start with the socks first!”

“Not my fault you can’t keep up!” Aubrey quipped, the sisters’ competitive back and forth going completely unnoticed by their two crazed victims.

“Oh that’s how it is?”

“That’s how it is!”

“Fine!” Nora dropped Dee’s leg and spun around to the wheezing redhead. “We’ll see who finishes first!”

“Please! Romey’s clearly the most ticklish!” Aubrey sped up her ten fingered attack, causing the handcuffed girl to shriek mindlessly.

Not to be outdone, Nora pounced down onto her bewildered tickle toy and started clutching wildly at her shirt. Still reeling from the prolonged foot assault, Dee barely put up a fight as the Amazonian twin forced her shirt upward, dragged her bound hands up with it and didn’t stop until the panting girl’s top was bunched up around her bound wrists. Before Dee could attempt to bring her arms down, Nora was already nimbly plucking at the front clasp of her bra, flicking it open with surprising speed.

“Eiiee!” Dee squeaked as her large, milky-white boobs spilled out into the open. The newly topless girl snapped her arms down, covering her erect nipples with her forearms. Dee’s attempt at bashfulness lasted less than a second as Nora started clawing wildly at the redhead’s exposed tummy. “Eeiieheehee! Ahaha! Ahahaieehe!”

With her hands tied by her own belt and quite befuddled by the ten long nails whisking all over her midriff, Dee’s defense made for a paltry show. Curling upward, the freckle-faced girl tried in vain to catch one of Nora’s speedy hands, laughing in frantic dismay with each failed snatch. Adding to the chaos was Dee’s shirt, flapping uselessly around her wrists while her equally worthless bra dangled off the back of her shoulders. If the bare breasted young woman did come close to snagging one of the teen’s hands it did no good, the other hand easily pinching or poking somewhere else in an instant. Flopping in place, Dee’s only chance at resistance was to roll away, another tactic made immediately futile as Nora straddled the older girl’s hips.

“Norahahaha! Pleeheeiiieheehe!” Dee kicked at the carpet, at the bedside, at the air, all for naught as the Amazon’s fingers ran riot around her heaving tummy. Squeezed firm between Nora’s thighs, the bosomy girl strained and jerked for freedom, slapping and clawing to no avail. Each bucking, involuntary movement kept Dee’s freckled breasts bouncing, her eyes wide and her frizzy hair flying in all directions.

Had she been of a right mind herself, Romey might have felt some pity for her helplessly struggling friend. As it stood in that instant, the hysterical blonde’s only care in the universe was for herself. Aubrey’s ten terrible talons were laying miles of ticklish tracks across Romey’s vulnerable soles, an abhorrently torturous exercise she’d have done anything to stop. If stopping meant Dee would have to suffer the attentions of both twins, Romey would have agreed. If stopping meant Romey and the twins worked on Dee as a sadistic trio, Romey would have agreed. Hell, if the mansions enigmatic matriarch wandered in and offered a contract to live there the next fifty years in exchange for a ten second break, Romey would have signed in a heartbeat. And her heart was beating fast.

Her entire face beet red, Romey howled with an expression of deranged laughter as she threw herself about on the carpet. The berserk girl’s pigtails flicked and twirled, eyes shut tight as the promise of tears stung behind them. Aubrey’s long nails flittered under Romey’s toes and her eyes burst wide, a shrill scream piercing from her demented grin. Whilst Dee begged in breathless fits of giggles, no coherent words at all came from her barefoot friend, the handcuffed blonde utterly gripped by her unstoppable laughter. In her thrashing fervor Romey’s shapely butt rose and fell, flexing under the thin grey of her leggings while Aubrey held her ankles firm.

“You see?” Aubrey called back to her sister. “Romey’s much more ticklish than you’re one!”

“Oh I’m just getting started!” Nora said, undoubtedly to Dee’s great distress as her lower ribs were receiving an especially savage clawing. “Come here you!” The identical terror swung her leg off of the disheveled redhead.

“Nuh-nono!” Dee squirmed, panting heavily as Nora’s arms scooped under her, one behind her knees and one behind her shoulders.

“Going up!” The athletic blonde cradled Dee into her arms and propped herself up on one knee.

“P-put me down!” Wriggling defiantly, the topless girl knew that she wasn’t going to enjoy whatever Nora had in mind.

“Don’t worry-nff!” Nora stood upright, wrestling her worrisome captive as she came to full height, holding Dee like an unwitting bride. “I will!”

“Aeiie!” Dee squealed as she was unceremoniously tossed, barrel-rolling once through the air before landing butt first onto Romey’s cushiony bed. Before she could gather her senses, spring up, maybe make a run for it, Nora was already upon her. “Get away! Nora nono!”

As Dee and Nora tussled atop the duvet, Romey had yet to find a single seconds respite from her hyperticklish torment. Aubrey was merciless, a sure contender for some of the mansions most relentless ticklers. Burning through energy at the rate she was, a light sheen of sweat had begun to glisten across Romey’s reddened neck and face. The damp patch of dark between her thighs was larger, the cackling girl’s arousal careening mindlessly toward the edge of unintended release. All the frantic movement had loosened her hair ties, Romey’s once tidy pigtails now half undone and quickly dismantling further.

“Ohh, Romey Romey!” Aubrey said in a sing-song tone when she finally unfurled her arms and lowered the buxom girl’s feet to the floor. “You’re not going to let my sister win, are you?”

Romey barely knew what planet she was, gasping heavily and curling her toes, the soles of her feet a light pink hue from the endless assault. On the verge of tears the bewildered blonde couldn’t help but grind her hips against the floor, a subconscious gesture of wanton desire. Somewhere in the world she could hear another girl, strained begging in a worrisome tone, desperate to avoid whatever foul fate was being thrust upon her. Dee, it was Dee, reality started to seep back in as Romey winced at the horribly delightful tingle beneath her sopping wet panties. A firm hand grabbed at Romey’s hip and she flinched, her perplexing world turning over as she was rolled onto her back.

“Unh!” Romey writhed, hands firmly cuffed and pinned beneath her as Aubrey straddled her thighs.

“Tut tut Romes!” Aubrey pinched at the bottom of her captive’s singlet, big blue eyes fixed on that damning puddle of arousal. “You really are such a perv!”

“Aubrey! Aubrey, please!” Wide eyed and shaking her head, Romey wheezed as her shirt was swiftly lifted upward. With no bra the pleading girl’s huge bare boobs fell out, her rosy pink nipples alarming stiff on top. A fraction of a second later Romey lost all sight when Aubrey stretched the singlet up and over her face, pulling it back over the half naked girl’s head and leaving her with nothing but a world of white cotton to look at. “Nono not like this! Aubrey!”

On the bed Dee could see quite well indeed, though it was no consolation given her own plight. The petit redhead truly gave it everything she had to fend Nora off, grunting and growling, bucking and gnashing of teeth, she’d even tried to bite the rambunctious teen at one point. Smaller, bound and weakened as she was Dee eventually lost, her attacker forcing her arms overhead and tying her wrists firm to Romey’s railed headboard. The makeshift bondage was a mix of her own belt, shirt and bra, all bunched up around her hands in an intertwined and inescapable lump. Half naked and terrified, Dee continued to wriggle defiantly as Nora sat over top of her hips.

“You should have saved your energy.” Nora fanned herself with one hand, slightly pink in the cheeks herself as she straddled the buxom older girl. “Making me do all this work!”

“Please! Please! I’m sorry!” Dee said woefully, tugging at her tightly tied wrists and all too aware how awfully exposed her entire upperbody was. “I’ll-I’ll do your laundry for a week! A month!”

“Ohh, tempting!”

“Two months!”

“My my!”

“Three!...or…as long as you want! Forever!”

“You’ll do my laundry…and Aubrey’s? Forever?”

“…yes! Yes, please! Just-just let me go and-“

“That is tempting-“ Nora started wiggling her long nails in the air over Dee’s tummy and floated them up toward her large freckled breasts. “-but not as tempting as tickling you to pieces!”

“Nonono!” Dee rattled the headboard as she shook, wide eyes fixed on the ten looming nails that slowly made their up to her half-bent elbows. “I’ll do whatever! Whatever you want!”

“Aw Dee…” The leggy girl’s nails touched every-so-gently against the undersides of Dee’s biceps. “You are!”

“Nahee! Naha! Ah! Don’t!” Flinching awkwardly, the fiery haired girl split her attention from side to side as five nails crept down each arm. “Not there! Notthererenottherenotthere!”

Nora put on her best ditsy tone. “Not where? Do you mean these lovely looking pits of yours?” Her wicked claws were halfway down toward Dee’s silky smooth underarms and forging on. “I’m not doing anything you don’t like, am I?”

“Noraaa! Eeheehee!” Dee snapped at the blonde’s fingers, too taken by giggling to come anywhere even close to effective. Letting out a distraught whine, the bound girl tensed as Nora’s slender fingers came within an inch of her defenseless hollows. Pausing for a moment just to drag out the crushing suspense, the smirking teen licked her lips before running five fingernails down the full length of both Dee’s explosively ticklish underarms. “AHAHA! EEEIIEHEEHEE! STOPSTAHAHA!”

Her bare naked boobs rocked as Dee screamed with frantic laughter, kicking her socks madly at the mattress and making a mess of the duvet. Nora’s merciless claws scribbled around every inch of tender skin beneath the older girl’s arms, darting down to skitter along the fleshy sides of each creamy white breast before scurrying back up. Though she bucked as best she could, even in a ticklish frenzy Dee was no match for Nora’s frighteningly strong thighs, clamped around the topless girl like steel girders. Scrunching her nose as she shook wildly, the poor girl’s frizzy hair flicked all over as her laughter reached a manic pitch.

Down on the floor, every faintly moving shadow made Romey spasm as she listened to her friend’s maddened squealing. Through the thin cotton of the shirt pulled over her face the fearful blonde could only make out the smallest shifts in light, each one a near certainty she would soon suffer the same agony as Dee. As luck would have it, Aubrey must have been quite captivated by the show her sister was putting on because she’d all but ignored Romey for the past few minutes. Sadly, luck wasn’t something Romey ever managed to hold on to for very long.

“Eeii!” The buxom girl jerked away from a small pinch on one side of her tummy, one of her pigtails slipping completely free. What a hopeless, horny disaster she was, Romey huffed which caused the shirt around her lower face to swell briefly.

Another unseen pair of fingertips pinched Romey’s other side and she squeaked again. Just pitiful, four years and all she’d been through in that time and still the bosomy girl turned into a meek little kitten at a few wiggles of someone’s fingers. A far cry from the strutting hellcat of domination Romey had so often pictured herself as for almost a decade. Clad in leather, hair pulled back or shaved at the sides, maybe she’d go wild and colour it. No one would dare lay a finger on that Romey, the Romey of her dreams. That Romey would have other people handcuffed, that Romey would use her long nails to drive trapped girl’s out of their minds, tickling and tickling and tickling without mercy. That Romey wouldn’t have her own shirt pulled over her head, pleading on her own bedroom floor.

“Ohh, Dee’s going crazy!” Aubrey teased, poking Romey in the tummy and making her squawk. “If only you could see it!”

“Please! Please let me seeEEIE!” A quick pinch of her ribs and Romey curled up a couple inches. Her stomach tensed, only for both the young Amazon’s hands to start clawing viciously at the curvy girl’s unprotected midriff. “Eiieheehee! Eieeheeahno! Ehehe!” Romey fell back, snapping left, snapping right, rapid high-pitch giggling shaking her entire struggling body.

There had been something halfway resembling a plan starting to come together in Romey’s head, but Aubrey’s swiftly stroking nails made short work of that. Not much of a plan, mostly it was just a desire to at least see what was happening. To better anticipate her next underserved punishment. Seeing what was making Dee laugh so loudly wasn’t really Romey’s goal, although as loyal a friend as she considered herself to be there was still some guilty part of the busty blonde that wouldn’t have minded watching. And, if she could have convinced Aubrey to let her spectate instead of being another spectacle, Romey would have jumped gleefully at the chance.

Fiendishly sharp nails danced up Romey’s sides and the poor girl rolled and bucked, nothing else in her sorrowful world but tickling. Unable to see beyond the faint shadows through her shirt, the half naked girl could only feel Aubrey’s fingers whisking all over her upperbody with no way to tell where they might land next. Through her own girlish squealing Romey still heard Dee, cackling maniacally and screaming for mercy, another sure sign that the entire world was consumed ticklish madness.

Ten talons skated around the sides of Romey’s bouncing boobs, flickered along the undersides and pranced impishly around her intensely tender nipples. Switching techniques, Aubrey was as skilled as she was sadistic, using her fingertips to dig brutishly into the blindfolded girl’s supple ribs. Breathless whoops sucked air into Romey’s heaving lungs, just enough to let lose more bouts of riotous laughter. A light sheen of sweat began to glisten across the handcuffed girl’s chest and convulsing tummy, her attacker’s fingers sliding easily over the slick, hot skin.

“NIIEEEIIE!” Romey shrieked as one maliciously deft fingernail slipped into her bellybutton, an unavoidable torture that couldn’t be remedied with any amount of wild thrashing. Screeching with laughter, the maddened blonde could do nothing as Aubrey’s other hand ran freely around the terribly ticklish play-land that was her vulnerable torso. In the throws of her own personal nightmare Romey tears began to dampen the thin cotton stretched across her face, a reaction bought on as nimble fingers squeezed at one rigid nipple and bought her dangerously close to climax.

“I think Romey’s going to pop!” Aubrey called up to her sister, one finger drilling at the crazed blonde’s navel while her other hand chased and teased her erect nipples.

“Uh-uh!” Nora said back over one shoulder, all ten of her fingers scribbling around the redhead’s overwhelmingly sensitive areoles. “Dee’s about to cum herself silly!”

“Winner gets tickled by both of us!”

Both sisters chuckled and Dee tensed her thighs in response. Begging through her bewildered howling, the fiery haired girl jerked every way her taut body would allow, any way to avoid Nora’s fingertips brushing against her painfully stiff nipples. Dee figured she and Romey were likely quite close, her only hope to hold out just a few seconds longer. She didn’t want to see Romey ganged up on of course, it was only the thought of both twins tickling her friend happened to be infinitely preferable than the alternative. Sadly in her mindlessly tickled state, control over her own libido was not something Dee had ever possessed, and it was as out of her hands then as it had ever been.

“I’m gonna tickle your feet Dee!” Nora teased, scurrying her slender fingers up into the bound girl’s underarms again. “I’m gonna take your socks and nibble on your toes!”

“STOHAHAHA! PLEAEIEEEHE!” Dee’s elbows were working like high powered pistons to pull her arms down. Every wicked word of Nora’s put salacious images of her own suffering in the frizzy haired girl’s mind, no doubt the leggy blonde’s exact intent. Feeling fingertips stroke speedily down her sides, flashes of hellish imagery went through Dee’s mind, each unwanted fantasy making her pussy pulse.

“You better not cum!” Nora continued with a leering smirk. Her nails ran up and down the tied girl’s sides from hip to underarm so fast it was like she meant to break a record. “If you cum before Romey, Aubrey and I are going to tickle you silly! We’ll take all your clothes! We’ll tickle every inch of you!”

“You hear that Romey?” Aubrey was getting in on the game, not a single part of which Romey understood. “You cum and we’re going to strip you! We’ll take you back to our room and tickle your butt for the rest of the day!”

Tickle her butt, Romey heard those words despite all the noise, a phrase that might not have meant much to most but was all too literal in her case. As one of her most prominent features, the curvaceous girl’s bulging bubble-butt was always an attention getter. Moving to the mansion was no different, the girls there quickly zeroed in on Romey’s rear end like bees on honey. Tragically for all Romey’s most cripplingly hyperticklish areas across her body, it was her well-rounded behind of all things that drove her into a state of lunacy unlike any other. Prior to living in the mansion it had been a secret she’d managed to keep hidden, for the most part. Once living there the secret was out within days, so much so that there were times some of the girls would down Romey’s pants just to tickle her butt, and nothing else.

“Anh!” Romey gasped breathily between squeals, a pang of white-hot lust spreading between her thighs. The threat and subsequent thoughts of having her ass tickled had pushed the buxom girl’s arousal to its tipping point.

“I’m gonna win!” Aubrey said excitedly as she lobster clawed right above the fitful girl’s wide hips, thumbs digging deep into her flesh.

“NAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!” Curling upward, Romey couldn’t tell if it was the tickling, her impending orgasm or both that had her bucking so forcefully. Sweat was soaking through the shirt pressed against her face, the cotton sticking to her hot cheeks and forehead, mouth open wide as she howled. “AH! STAHAHAP! NONOAHAHA! AH-AH!”

“Here she goes!”

“Damn it!” Nora snapped as Romey’s moans grew louder and more frequent. “Come on Dee!” The combative teen doubled her efforts, clawing savagely at the bulbous sides of her captive’s freckled breasts. “Don’t let Romey win!”

How to win or lose Dee had no idea, the mixed messages doubtlessly designed to confuse. As it stood by that point the bewildered redhead was well beyond confusion, practically frothing at the mouth with wide eyed insanity as her hefty boobs were ravaged. Nora’s thumbs slid up from the undersides, pressing into her flesh before the tips easily found Dee’s swollen nipples and started to massage them rhythmically. A sudden shock beneath her jeans made the buxom girl holler, her full lips turning to a great O-shape as her jaw dropped. Underneath her socks Dee’s tiny toes curled and a shudder shot up her spine, roaring with senseless laughter as she felt her entire lower tummy swell with torturously seductive warmth.

“She’s cumming!” Nora cheered, paying special attention to the struggling redhead’s rigid nipples.

“Too late!” Aubrey continued squeezing just below Romey’s ribs as the berserk girl thrashed between her thighs.

“AH! AH! AHNN!” Romey cried out, her voice cracking as she slammed against the floor, arching back as a great dark patch spread across the front of her leggings.

“Woo hoo!” Aubrey threw her hands up in triumph while the half naked blonde writhed and moaned loudly.

A terrible result Romey knew, as she rode wave after wave of her explosive climax, the sounds of Dee’s own moans spurring her on. Stomach muscles tightened and the spasming blonde clawed at the carpet with her cuffed hands. Fingertips feathered cruelly across Romey’s nipples as she came, thrashing and gasping hoarsely from the overload of sensation. Going cross-eyed, the poor girl’s tongue hung out, one gushing deluge after another drenching her panties and leggings. Naturally an earth-shattering orgasm only served to encourage Aubrey’s cruelty, the wicked twin letting her long nails fly up and down Romey’s heaving sides. Atrociously more ticklish with every chaotic second, each stroke across her sweat-slicked skin propelled the bewildered girl toward another torturous climax.

As Romey screamed in the nightmare that was a second tsunami of carnal bliss, Dee too roared into colossal orgasm. Hearing her buxom friend’s high pitch battle against her own body, the freckled girl howled, brow furrowing deep as she strained. Nora was no kinder than her sister, swiftly moving talons drawing mad shapes around Dee’s preposterously ticklish underarms. Everything tickled, her own frizzy hair brushing her neck, the cotton of her socks against her spreading toes, tingling little devils running amok across the redhead’s surging body. Painfully sensitive and worsening by the moment, Dee shook violently as Nora’s fingertips lobster clawed her ribs, breathless whooping laughter crashing out through her moans.

“Romey wins!” Aubrey shook one fist in the air, her voice almost drowned out by the dueling cacophony of moans.

Romey’s legs stretched out, her bare feet pointing like ballerina shoes as her tiny toes curled, pinkened soles wrinkling into the carpet. Silent breaths staggered out of the curvy girl’s wide open mouth at random intervals, her half naked body shuddering and twitching. Convinced she could be tickled again at any second, Romey fought to suppress her ongoing orgasm, her ribs protruding as she gasped from the effort. Left to her own conquered devices she’d have gladly slithered into bed and lay there the rest of the day. Instead of a post-orgasmic nap, Romey was treated to a sinister reminder that she was not the least bit in charge as Aubrey peeled the shirt back from her face. As her singlet was tucked behind her head the wheezing girl’s remaining pigtail fell free, her blonde locks a mess that matted to her red, tear-stained cheeks.

“She’s a mess.” Came Nora’s voice. Romey blinked wearily, spasming awkwardly through the aftershocks of climax. There was the other twin, standing over her with hands on hips. Poor Dee was still moaning somewhere off in the distance, although as both sisters leered at Romey it was clear Dee was the lucky one.

Aubrey held up one finger like a teacher correcting her student. “A messy winner!”

“Why don’t we tell her what she’s won?”

“Of course, of course!”

“Romes…” Aubrey pressed the tip of her thumb to Romey’s mouth and dragged her bottom lip down. “In recognition of your victorious display, my dear sister and I are going to turn you over…”

“…no..” Romey whimpered, her libido fluttering in the most frustrating of ways as she knew exactly what the sisters had in mind.

“…we’re going to take your pants…”

“…nono…”

“Your panties too, for good measure…”

“Noplease, god no…”

“And we’re going to tickle that big…beautiful…ass of yours!”

“No don-“ Romey began, breaking into a squeal as the two Amazons grabbed at her.

Newfound panic gave fuel to fitful protest, the struggling girl kicking and straining to stay on her back. Strong hands grabbed at Romey’s shoulders, firm and inescapable. She was like a kitten trying to wrestle two lions, and the kitten just finished running a marathon. Over onto one shoulder, bucking on her side, Romey kicked and rolled, her huge breasts squishing into the carpet as she was forced onto her tummy. Nora pulled the feebly struggling girl’s cuffed hands up and pinned them just below her shoulder blades, keeping them held as she straddled the small of her back. Aubrey sat just above the backs of Romey’s knees, the twins facing each other with their captive’s curvy butt protruding up between their thighs.

“Nff! Nff! Noho!” Romey clumsily dragged her fingers against Nora’s lower back, kicked her legs from the knees down and generally did nothing of use.

“You’re gonna get it so bad Romes…” Aubrey pinched the elastic around the squirming blonde’s leggings and started to peel them back.

“Dee! Dee help me!”

“Oh, Dee’s a little tied up at the moment…”

“I-I can’t breathe!”

“Well-“ Aubrey slid Romey’s leggings down over her ass, frilly blue panties and severely soft flesh coming gradually into view. “-you’re going to have a tough time laughing then!”

As Aubrey continued pulling the pleading girl’s pants down, Nora set about hooking her thumbs under the waistline of her underwear. Squeezed between the twins’ steely thighs poor Romey could barely wriggle or even grind her hips, an involuntary movement desperately desired by her relentless libido. Over long agonizing seconds the comely girl could feel the most terribly sensitive area on her body come into the open, leggings and panties alike pulled down and bunched up halfway down her thick thighs. With her big bare butt exposed and completely defenseless, Romey stifled a sob as she felt her arousal burn red hot.

“Y-you can’t!” Romey stammered, staring up her bed in the impossible hope Dee would spring upright and somehow perform a heroic rescue.

“One more thing…” Nora reached over by the bedside and, unbeknownst to their bare-assed victim, picked up the previously discarded phallic-shaped vibrator.

“W-wAIT!” Feeling something press against the upper most part of her thighs, the shuddering girl squeaked loudly. “AH! Annffn! Nnnnggno!” Romey flexed her naked cheeks as Aubrey loosened her clamping thighs just a little. With just enough space and eased in by the buxom girl’s natural lube, Nora pressed the purple sex toy slowly down between Romey’s trembling thighs. “N-no! Not thaa-ah-ah!” Her reddened face contorted as she felt the bulbous head of her own pleasure device slip along the underside of her ass, caress her taint and press the bottom of her drenched pussy lips.

“Ready Romes?” Aubrey squeezed her thighs back together, forcing their bewildered prisoner’s own legs together and trapping the large vibrator in between.

“I can’t…I can’t…”

“It’s your toy, silly!” Nora flicked the small switch at the purple wand’s base.

“AAH!” Romey’s head rose up sharply, her jaw dropping as a loud vibrating sound filled the room. “AH-AH! N-NO-OHOH! T-turn it offffaahhh!”

Tears streamed down the fitful blonde’s cheeks, her big breasts ballooning out from the sides as she fought to escape the intense rumbling between her thighs. Romey’s big butt cheeks jiggled as she shook, rolling her sweaty forehead against the carpet as her eyes rolled back. Pressing her tiny toes to the floor, Romey’s feet stretched her arches smooth while she moaned. There was no way free, no way to wriggle away for even a second, the titillating motions of her vibrator doing its evil work in her most personal regions. Beads of sweat drizzled down Romey’s quivering cheeks, slid down into the fleshy creased between her ass and thighs.

“I think she’s gonna cum again!” Aubrey gave the helpless girl’s right cheek a little slap, causing her to squeal.

“Well we can’t have that!” Nora feathered five of her long nails along the lowest part of Romey’s back, just above her bare butt.

“EEI!” Romey jerked violently, the sudden movement making her moan louder.

“Don’t you cum Romey!” Aubrey fluttered ten nails around the backs of the maddened girl’s thighs.

“I put this thing on the lowest setting!” Nora scurried a couple of fingertips directly across Romey’s left ass cheek.

“NEEEIHA!”

“Medium it is then!”

“NOGOD!” With a tiny click the vibrations increased tenfold and Romey tensed so hard veins were showing across her forehead.

“Tickle time!”

“OHNOFUC-”

Romey howled when all ten of the sister’s pitiless claws ran wild across her vulnerable butt cheeks. The sounds that bellowed from her tiny body were more animal than human, cracked cries and tormented wailing that could hardly be mistaken for laughter. All the while Romey’s libido swelled beyond the point of sanity, her mind cracking in a thousand places as her most primal urges drove her into anarchy. There were no images in her mind, no unhelpful thoughts, every synapse across her nervous system going off like a fireworks display in total sensory overload. Gush after flooding gush Romey came, the vibrator thundering against her excruciatingly ticklish privates as Nora clicked the machine into high gear.

Expert fingernails stroked speedily around the undersides of the cumming blonde’s ass, her cheeks forming big dimples as they flexed sporadically. Fiendish pinches nipped at the highest peaks of Romey’s butt while swirling lines were drawn along the fleshy sides, no way to tell which twin was doing what. Now and then cruel fingers would dance down between her cheeks and screeching laughter would tear from the nude girl’s body, a hellish maneuver that sent her into orgasmic lunacy each time. Nails spidered across her tailbone and Romey’s shrill cries descended into blubbering, squeaking silence while her body continued to thrash.

Lost into a blackhole of lewd ecstasy and hyperticklish torture, Romey’s world fell away. Nothing existed outside her wet nightmare, not even her name mattered there, she was nothing but a creature of anguished bliss. It was a place she had been many times, each time no easier than the very first. No past, no memories, no dreams, no future, a constant swelling and bursting release, every second dragged out as the strokes and pokes and pinching carried her buxom body through. How long they kept her there she couldn’t know, all she knew was that it tickled and tickled and tickled.

“No!” Romey heard a tiny voice far away, somewhere off in the darkness. “Put me down! Nono pleaaase!”

Murmuring softly, Romey rolled her head to one side, her vision a tear-filled blur. There were two figures, tall and slender with hair like sunlight. They were carrying something, another figure, small with hair like fire. The small one was fighting, begging, it didn’t want to go. The tall ones carried it toward the door, out into the hall and away. Fire-hair’s pleading grew louder, but she was moving further way. Romey closed her eyes and nestled into the carpet.

“Wake up.” A new voice said.

“Uhh…” Romey whimpered, something was nudging her shoulder.

“Up you get now.”

“Oh…god…” It was the toe of a black leather boot, a long heel at the back, it nudged her again as she blinked at the light.

Moving her fingers, Romey grabbed weakly at carpet and realized she was free. Or as free as she could be these days. Pushing herself up, elbows shaking with effort, the nude girl had a shiver run up her spine as she felt the cold of her sweat and lust sticky against her naked skin. Slumping back on her knees, Romey gingerly pushed messy blonde locks from her face before looking up. Her eyes went wide as she took note of who owned the black heels.

Jai Lin herself towering tall, the mansions very own matriarch. Clad all in black, she wore sensible pants across her long legs and a tight turtleneck sweater that probably cost more than everything Romey owned. Jai Lin wore her hair back in a strict bun, two hair-pins crossed over one another holding it all in place. She looked down with one thin eyebrow raised at the kneeling girl.

“There are only two keys-“ Jai Lin said, her tone calm and frighteningly authoritative. “-that open every door in my house.” She moved with the elegant grace of a highly trained dancer, turning to sit gracefully on the bed and crossing one leg over the other. “I have one, I think you can figure out who has the other.”

“Mister-“ Romey began weakly.

“Yes. He is not here, however.” Jai Lin brushed the duvet beside her smooth. “You have the only other key to this room.”

Romey said nothing, her mind far too frazzled to follow along. Whatever she might have said wouldn’t change wherever the one-sided conversation was going anyway. Jai Lin was beyond reproach, not to be questioned, not be argued with. She ruled with all the power and tyranny of a goddess, her status as queen never in doubt. There was a certain otherworldly air about her, Romey had always felt. When those piercing green eyes fell upon you it, all the girls in the mansions agreed, was like Jai Lin could see into your soul.

“You’ve been very good to us over the years, Romey. Always loyal.”

Swallowing hard, reality seemed to snap back and the naked girl felt a icy fear run through her. “I…uh…I…”

“I’d like your key to open more doors. But you’ll need to accept my offer…of a job.”

“O-of-of course…” Just like that, every thought of leaving went sailing out the window. Like Romey never even considered the idea, like it would never, could never occur to her. Fear maybe, or curiosity, the truth was probably somewhere in between.

“Excellent. Stand up then, and let me show you-“ Jai Lin stood, the barest hint of a smile across her lips. “-to the garden.”