TicklingDuo
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THE TEA PARTY
by Ann
It was already a hot and muggy day as Janice prepared to go to work. She was a private duty home health aide who took care of Marie, an elderly woman who lived with her daughter Carol and son-in-law Ron. She also filled in on other cases as needed. But, she enjoyed this case the most. Carol enjoyed having friends over often for parties. Janice and Marie were always encouraged to join in the fun.
Today's festivities were to involve a tea party out back at Carol's pool. So, Janice happily donned her bikini, pulling a pair of shorts and loose hi-cut t-shirt on over it. The outfit left her midsection exposed to the cool breeze from the fan. "What a cushy case! Where else could I get paid to sit in the sun and swim?", she thought to herself as she went out the door.
Carol, meanwhile, was preparing in other ways for the day's events. She had been listening to Janice's continual comments and jokes about tickling since hiring her a few months back. Carol couldn't stand the thought of being tickled herself. But, she had no problem with the idea of tickling someone else. She and her friends were always getting silly and having fun at one another's expense. Unkown to her, Janice was to be today's target.
The lawn furniture around Carol's pool was sturdy redwood with soft thick cushions. Carol had just finished tucking the make-shift restraints out of sight when she saw Janice turn up the road to her house. She'd secured them to the underside of the lounge frame. "Just in time!", she thought as she moved over to the pool. Grabbing the skimmer, she pretended not to see Janice until she pulled in next to the house.
"Oh, hi Janice!", she called as she heard the car door shut.
"Hi, Carol.", Janice responded. "Getting the last minute things ready?"
"Yes. Could you put the tea pot on before you get mom up? I'm just going to finish up here. Then, I'll be in.", she called as Janice headed for the back door.
Janice turned on the pot, then went in to help Marie shower and dress before coming out for breakfast. She wasn't as cheerful and energetic as usual today. She hadn't slept, having been called in to help on another case last night. All she wanted right now was a nap. She was glad that the company wasn't coming until lunch time. Maybe she'd have a chance to relax a bit before then.
Carol could tell that Janice was tired today. She was always more quiet and reserved when she hadn't slept. "Why don't you go ahead and take mom out back? Then, you can stretch out and relax for a while. I have everything set.", she told her after they finished breakfast.
Janice was thrilled. That was exactly what she had wanted to hear. After getting Marie settled, she sank into the lounge chair and promptly fell asleep. An hour later, Carol's friends began to arrive. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Janice checked on Marie, who'd also been napping, then went to help set up the food table.
Lunch was the usual combination of much good food and humor. The ladies teased back and forth endlessly, enjoying themselves thoroughly. After her refreshing nap, Janice was much more with it and got in several good shots of her own. The ladies were all taking it in, not zinging her back. Though a bit unusual, Janice gave it little thought.
Once they'd picked up and taken time for a brief swim, they sat around the pool. Janice was the last to be seated, having grabbed a towel for Marie to cover her legs with. The single lounge chair was the only seat remaining. So, she sat back and relaxed as they continued to visit and clown with one another.
Soon, the topic of tickling was brought up. Angela was relating a story about how her siblings used to torment her with tickling when she was a child. One by one, the women related similar episodes, all stating that they couldn't bare the thought of someone tickling them like that today. Janice responded to the set-up by stating that she actually enjoyed tickling and being tickled. In mock surprise, the women began to challenge the idea of someone actually liking it.
Before long, Janice was being questioned about her ticklishness. She was unwittingly divulging the information they were looking for, telling them her weak spots and what worked best on her. All of her secrets had been revealed before it occurred to her to wonder why they were asking so many specific questions. Now, it was too late.
Finally, Carol and her friends began to openly challenge Janice. "C'mon! You can't posibly tell us that you really enjoy it!", Angela said.
"Oh, but I do!", Janice admitted. "I'm deathly ticklish. But, it's still a lot of fun to tease and be teased with."
"Do you mean to tell us that, if we were to tickle you right now, that you'd enjoy it?!", exclaimed Rachel with an evil grin.
It finally dawned on Janice what was going on. She'd been set up! "Uhhhh...Well...within reason.", she nervously answered.
The women all began to laugh as they rose from their seats and approached Janice. They had surrounded her, then secured the restraints around her wrists and ankles before Janice could even thin to react. She was now sitting on the lounge chair, her arms held over her head and her feet sticking out beyond the foot of the cushion.
Janice giggled nervously as she realized what was about to happen. She'd always thought that these ladies were a bit nutty. Now, she was sure of it. They were actually going to tickle her... after all their protests against tickling!
"So...how much do you REALLY like being tickled?", Carol asked as she dragged a single nail accross her belly.
"Aaaaaaahhh!!!", Janice yelped as she jumped and tried to pull away. Her belly and feet were her most sensitive spots.
"Awwww! What's wrong?!", Carol mocked. "I thought you said that you liked this. In fact, I KNOW that's what you said!" Again, she dragged her nail accross Janice's belly. Getting the same reaction, she invited the others to join in.
Angela released the lock on the back of the lounge, reclining it all the way and stretching Janice out more fully. "I want to see for myself just how much you enjoy this.", she said. She now had Janice wide open to their attack.
Before Janice could say anything, the five women began poking and teasing. They were determined to make Janice beg for mercy from this thing that they each thought for themselves to be torture. They couldn't believe that anyone would willingly subject themselves to this or take it without a fight.
Janice was quickly reduced to helpless laughter as the women worked over her feet, belly, sides and underarms. They had each found good spots to work on and were really going to town on her.
"AAAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!", Janice pleaded. "NO! DON'T!!! DON'T!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! AAAAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" She began to struggle in earnest, desperately trying to avoid their touch.
The women were all laughing and enjoying themselves, relentlessly tormenting Janice's sensitive flesh. Angela was working over her underarms, while Carol and Bonnie tickled her belly and ribs and Rachel and Beth ran long nails up and down her bare soles. This thing that they saw as torture for themselves was actually quite fun when aimed at someone else.
Before long, they'd gotten the nack of what worked on Janice. They considered letting her go. But, Janice seemed to be having as much fun as they were. So, they got another idea.
Angela asked Janice, "Are you really enjoying this?"
"Yes!", Janice admitted with a giggle.
"You don't consider it to be torture?!", a shocked Rachel asked her.
"Well, kind of. But, it's a pleasant torture.", Janice replied.
"So, if we were to really do a good job on you, it wouldn't bother you?!", Bonnie asked.
"Well, that would depend on how good a job you did! I can take quite a bit.", Janice responded, unwittingly voicing a challenge to the ladies.
"That's it! You're in for it now! Nobody challenges us without paying for it!", Angela exclaimed. Then, she turned to the other women. "Does anybody doubt the fact that we can make Janice beg for mercy?"
One by one, the women each stated that they could make Janice beg. Carol even went so far as to say she wouldn't need any help. She felt that she could do it on her own. The others each responded that they also felt they wouldn't need any help.
Janice lay there helpless, taking in what was being said and realizing what was about to happen. These women were going to have a contest, taking turns to see who could make Janice beg for mercy. She enjoyed tickling and being tickled. But, the thought alone of these women trying to outdo one another in tormenting her was a bit overwhelming.
Finally, Carol grinned and said to Janice, "Well, it seems you have a choice here. Either admit that tickling is torture, or we'll just have to prove it to you."
Janice could hardly believe it. Though she enjoyed being tickled, she could never stand it for prolonged periods of time. But, she wanted to show these women that it really could be fun and not just torture. So, she decided to challenge them for real this time. She figured that they wouldn't go too far with it since they were inexperienced and didn't like being tickled themselves.
"You can tickle me all you want.", she said. "But, I still won't consider it to be a real torture. It's too much fun!"
"Oooooooooooo!!!", went up the unified response from the women. "You're in trouble now!"
They drew straws to see who would go when, deciding on a five minute time limit for each. Bonnie ended up being first. Since she'd gotten good reactions from Janice earlier by working on her belly and ribs, she decided to concentrate her efforts there. She had noted the way Janice would tense up, making her belly very firm and flatter than it already was. She wished that her own figure were so lean and graceful.
"Here we gooooo!", Bonnie teased as she grabbed Janice's midsection. She alternated back and forth between firm and light strokes on her belly and ribs, doing her best to keep Janice off balance and as responsive as possible.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOO!!!", Janice cried."NO NO NO!!! AAAAAAAHHH!! STOHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!" She was thrashing to and fro, trying to avoid Bonnie's teasing fingertips. But, nothing she did could free her.
After five minutes, the other ladies called time. They allowed Janice a brief rest. Then, Rachel took her turn. She figured that she may as well stay with Janice's feet, since the belly hadn't broken her. So, she sat Indian style at the foot of the reclineer and began raking her nails up and down both soles.
Janice began laughing and trying to kick her feet loose. But, once again, there was to be no escape. Rachel alternated back and forth, tickling one foot and then the other and then both at the same time.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA", Janice cried. "NOOOO!!! STOHAHAHAHAHAPPP!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!!" She was going nuts, but still not prepared to admit that it was torture.
"Do you give up, yet?", Rachel asked, still furiously tickling both feet.
"NOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA", Janice managed to get out. "It's too much fun! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Once again, time was called, giving Janice another break from her torment. Carol was the third to try and break her. When the time began, she was kneeling at Janice's side. She began working on her belly, then added in one hand reaching down to tickle her right foot.
Carol's attack sent Janice into ticklish agony and hysteria. She broke into helpless laughter once again. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOOOOO!! HELLLLLLLPPP!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE GOD!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEHEEHEEASE!!!", Janice pleaded.
"Awwwwwwww, what's the matter, Janice? Is it really torture?", Carol teased while picking up the pace. She was determined to break her resolve.
Time was once again called as Janice began to question her ability to bare this torment any longer. She shuddered and panted when Carol finally stopped tickling.
by Ann
It was already a hot and muggy day as Janice prepared to go to work. She was a private duty home health aide who took care of Marie, an elderly woman who lived with her daughter Carol and son-in-law Ron. She also filled in on other cases as needed. But, she enjoyed this case the most. Carol enjoyed having friends over often for parties. Janice and Marie were always encouraged to join in the fun.
Today's festivities were to involve a tea party out back at Carol's pool. So, Janice happily donned her bikini, pulling a pair of shorts and loose hi-cut t-shirt on over it. The outfit left her midsection exposed to the cool breeze from the fan. "What a cushy case! Where else could I get paid to sit in the sun and swim?", she thought to herself as she went out the door.
Carol, meanwhile, was preparing in other ways for the day's events. She had been listening to Janice's continual comments and jokes about tickling since hiring her a few months back. Carol couldn't stand the thought of being tickled herself. But, she had no problem with the idea of tickling someone else. She and her friends were always getting silly and having fun at one another's expense. Unkown to her, Janice was to be today's target.
The lawn furniture around Carol's pool was sturdy redwood with soft thick cushions. Carol had just finished tucking the make-shift restraints out of sight when she saw Janice turn up the road to her house. She'd secured them to the underside of the lounge frame. "Just in time!", she thought as she moved over to the pool. Grabbing the skimmer, she pretended not to see Janice until she pulled in next to the house.
"Oh, hi Janice!", she called as she heard the car door shut.
"Hi, Carol.", Janice responded. "Getting the last minute things ready?"
"Yes. Could you put the tea pot on before you get mom up? I'm just going to finish up here. Then, I'll be in.", she called as Janice headed for the back door.
Janice turned on the pot, then went in to help Marie shower and dress before coming out for breakfast. She wasn't as cheerful and energetic as usual today. She hadn't slept, having been called in to help on another case last night. All she wanted right now was a nap. She was glad that the company wasn't coming until lunch time. Maybe she'd have a chance to relax a bit before then.
Carol could tell that Janice was tired today. She was always more quiet and reserved when she hadn't slept. "Why don't you go ahead and take mom out back? Then, you can stretch out and relax for a while. I have everything set.", she told her after they finished breakfast.
Janice was thrilled. That was exactly what she had wanted to hear. After getting Marie settled, she sank into the lounge chair and promptly fell asleep. An hour later, Carol's friends began to arrive. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Janice checked on Marie, who'd also been napping, then went to help set up the food table.
Lunch was the usual combination of much good food and humor. The ladies teased back and forth endlessly, enjoying themselves thoroughly. After her refreshing nap, Janice was much more with it and got in several good shots of her own. The ladies were all taking it in, not zinging her back. Though a bit unusual, Janice gave it little thought.
Once they'd picked up and taken time for a brief swim, they sat around the pool. Janice was the last to be seated, having grabbed a towel for Marie to cover her legs with. The single lounge chair was the only seat remaining. So, she sat back and relaxed as they continued to visit and clown with one another.
Soon, the topic of tickling was brought up. Angela was relating a story about how her siblings used to torment her with tickling when she was a child. One by one, the women related similar episodes, all stating that they couldn't bare the thought of someone tickling them like that today. Janice responded to the set-up by stating that she actually enjoyed tickling and being tickled. In mock surprise, the women began to challenge the idea of someone actually liking it.
Before long, Janice was being questioned about her ticklishness. She was unwittingly divulging the information they were looking for, telling them her weak spots and what worked best on her. All of her secrets had been revealed before it occurred to her to wonder why they were asking so many specific questions. Now, it was too late.
Finally, Carol and her friends began to openly challenge Janice. "C'mon! You can't posibly tell us that you really enjoy it!", Angela said.
"Oh, but I do!", Janice admitted. "I'm deathly ticklish. But, it's still a lot of fun to tease and be teased with."
"Do you mean to tell us that, if we were to tickle you right now, that you'd enjoy it?!", exclaimed Rachel with an evil grin.
It finally dawned on Janice what was going on. She'd been set up! "Uhhhh...Well...within reason.", she nervously answered.
The women all began to laugh as they rose from their seats and approached Janice. They had surrounded her, then secured the restraints around her wrists and ankles before Janice could even thin to react. She was now sitting on the lounge chair, her arms held over her head and her feet sticking out beyond the foot of the cushion.
Janice giggled nervously as she realized what was about to happen. She'd always thought that these ladies were a bit nutty. Now, she was sure of it. They were actually going to tickle her... after all their protests against tickling!
"So...how much do you REALLY like being tickled?", Carol asked as she dragged a single nail accross her belly.
"Aaaaaaahhh!!!", Janice yelped as she jumped and tried to pull away. Her belly and feet were her most sensitive spots.
"Awwww! What's wrong?!", Carol mocked. "I thought you said that you liked this. In fact, I KNOW that's what you said!" Again, she dragged her nail accross Janice's belly. Getting the same reaction, she invited the others to join in.
Angela released the lock on the back of the lounge, reclining it all the way and stretching Janice out more fully. "I want to see for myself just how much you enjoy this.", she said. She now had Janice wide open to their attack.
Before Janice could say anything, the five women began poking and teasing. They were determined to make Janice beg for mercy from this thing that they each thought for themselves to be torture. They couldn't believe that anyone would willingly subject themselves to this or take it without a fight.
Janice was quickly reduced to helpless laughter as the women worked over her feet, belly, sides and underarms. They had each found good spots to work on and were really going to town on her.
"AAAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!", Janice pleaded. "NO! DON'T!!! DON'T!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! AAAAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" She began to struggle in earnest, desperately trying to avoid their touch.
The women were all laughing and enjoying themselves, relentlessly tormenting Janice's sensitive flesh. Angela was working over her underarms, while Carol and Bonnie tickled her belly and ribs and Rachel and Beth ran long nails up and down her bare soles. This thing that they saw as torture for themselves was actually quite fun when aimed at someone else.
Before long, they'd gotten the nack of what worked on Janice. They considered letting her go. But, Janice seemed to be having as much fun as they were. So, they got another idea.
Angela asked Janice, "Are you really enjoying this?"
"Yes!", Janice admitted with a giggle.
"You don't consider it to be torture?!", a shocked Rachel asked her.
"Well, kind of. But, it's a pleasant torture.", Janice replied.
"So, if we were to really do a good job on you, it wouldn't bother you?!", Bonnie asked.
"Well, that would depend on how good a job you did! I can take quite a bit.", Janice responded, unwittingly voicing a challenge to the ladies.
"That's it! You're in for it now! Nobody challenges us without paying for it!", Angela exclaimed. Then, she turned to the other women. "Does anybody doubt the fact that we can make Janice beg for mercy?"
One by one, the women each stated that they could make Janice beg. Carol even went so far as to say she wouldn't need any help. She felt that she could do it on her own. The others each responded that they also felt they wouldn't need any help.
Janice lay there helpless, taking in what was being said and realizing what was about to happen. These women were going to have a contest, taking turns to see who could make Janice beg for mercy. She enjoyed tickling and being tickled. But, the thought alone of these women trying to outdo one another in tormenting her was a bit overwhelming.
Finally, Carol grinned and said to Janice, "Well, it seems you have a choice here. Either admit that tickling is torture, or we'll just have to prove it to you."
Janice could hardly believe it. Though she enjoyed being tickled, she could never stand it for prolonged periods of time. But, she wanted to show these women that it really could be fun and not just torture. So, she decided to challenge them for real this time. She figured that they wouldn't go too far with it since they were inexperienced and didn't like being tickled themselves.
"You can tickle me all you want.", she said. "But, I still won't consider it to be a real torture. It's too much fun!"
"Oooooooooooo!!!", went up the unified response from the women. "You're in trouble now!"
They drew straws to see who would go when, deciding on a five minute time limit for each. Bonnie ended up being first. Since she'd gotten good reactions from Janice earlier by working on her belly and ribs, she decided to concentrate her efforts there. She had noted the way Janice would tense up, making her belly very firm and flatter than it already was. She wished that her own figure were so lean and graceful.
"Here we gooooo!", Bonnie teased as she grabbed Janice's midsection. She alternated back and forth between firm and light strokes on her belly and ribs, doing her best to keep Janice off balance and as responsive as possible.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOO!!!", Janice cried."NO NO NO!!! AAAAAAAHHH!! STOHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!" She was thrashing to and fro, trying to avoid Bonnie's teasing fingertips. But, nothing she did could free her.
After five minutes, the other ladies called time. They allowed Janice a brief rest. Then, Rachel took her turn. She figured that she may as well stay with Janice's feet, since the belly hadn't broken her. So, she sat Indian style at the foot of the reclineer and began raking her nails up and down both soles.
Janice began laughing and trying to kick her feet loose. But, once again, there was to be no escape. Rachel alternated back and forth, tickling one foot and then the other and then both at the same time.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA", Janice cried. "NOOOO!!! STOHAHAHAHAHAPPP!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!!" She was going nuts, but still not prepared to admit that it was torture.
"Do you give up, yet?", Rachel asked, still furiously tickling both feet.
"NOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA", Janice managed to get out. "It's too much fun! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Once again, time was called, giving Janice another break from her torment. Carol was the third to try and break her. When the time began, she was kneeling at Janice's side. She began working on her belly, then added in one hand reaching down to tickle her right foot.
Carol's attack sent Janice into ticklish agony and hysteria. She broke into helpless laughter once again. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOOOOO!! HELLLLLLLPPP!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE GOD!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEHEEHEEASE!!!", Janice pleaded.
"Awwwwwwww, what's the matter, Janice? Is it really torture?", Carol teased while picking up the pace. She was determined to break her resolve.
Time was once again called as Janice began to question her ability to bare this torment any longer. She shuddered and panted when Carol finally stopped tickling.
I missed it when it was first posted in 2003.
