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“EEEAAHAHAHAAA!” Megan Huntley was in a ticklish hell. On the outside of the window she had tried and failed to climb through, her legs were held tight while two sets of hands explored every inch of her sensitive, sock-clad soles. On the other, she slapped feebly at a small blonde whose tiny hands tormented the stuck brunette’s belly and sides. Megan’s tight purple v-neck, never much protection against the tickling onslaught in the first place, was bunched up just below her breasts, leaving her smooth pale midriff completely bare. Her loose black hair whipped across her face as she thrashed helplessly, brilliant green eyes squeezed tightly shut, and her pink lips stretched wide with forced laughter. That last fact made it easy for her last tormentor to gag her.
“HAHAHEEMMM-GGGK-MMPH!” Megan’s frustration turned to fear as the rubber dildo gag passed between her pearly white teeth and pressed into the back of her mouth. Don quickly began securing the gag’s straps behind her head. She raised her hands to the pull his away, to try to get the gag out of her mouth, and Becky’s delicate fingers slipped into Megan’s pits, wicked nails pressing deep into the cotton-covered flesh. Megan squealed into the gag with surprise, instinctively jerking her arms down. Don gripped her wrists. She stared at him pleadingly, green eyes open wide and beginning to water. The dark-haired man smiled sadistically, clamping her wrists together behind her back with one hand while using the other to dangle a pair of padded handcuffs in front of her eyes.
“MMMHHH!” Megan protested into the gag as her hands were restrained. She twisted and hurled her shoulders from side to side, but to no avail. Soon Don’s hands rejoined the torment, clawing and squeezing her sides and ribs. The pressure from them was enough to be painful, but never enough to not make her laugh even harder into her gag.
The tormented reporter, deep in the throes of her helpless laughter, forced herself to think despite her fear. What were the odds that multiple sadists who liked to tie up, gag, and torture their victims with tickling would live in the same town? They couldn’t be high. She began to feel confident in her belief that Don was the Tiotown Tickler. Now if she could just get out of the window, away from all these teasing, tormenting hands…
Megan was pulled out of her reverie when one of Don’s cruel hands plunged down the front of her shirt, slipping into her bra to cruelly pinch and twist her right nipple.
“MMMPHHMHM!” She wailed into her gag in protest, tears beginning to stream from her eyes, but the nipple torment didn’t even slow. Between that and the six other hands prodding at her body, the brunette beauty didn’t even notice when Don’s other hand moved down to unbutton her skinny jeans.
“Let’s pull her in!” Don called. Megan slid painfully through the gap between the heavy window and its narrow sill. Her now-undone pants caught on the window, sliding down her long, pale legs until they were bunched up around her ankles. The window shut with a loud bang as her socked feet popped through, and she dropped to the carpeted floor. Her jeans, now firmly trapped in the closed window, turned inside-out as Don and Becky pulled her completely free of them. The only covering remaining on the dark-haired intruder’s lower body was a skimpy black thong. She lay face-down on the floor, gasping into the carpet.
Becky dropped down to straddle the tickle-toy’s slender thighs, sending two of her nails spiraling across Megan’s exposed butt cheeks.
“Mphmphh!” Megan protested, squirming helplessly. She began to thrash a moment later as Don seized her shirt, pulling it all the way up over her head and down her arms, where it bunched up uselessly atop her handcuffs. Don wedged his hands up under her arms, wriggling his fingers in her now-bare armpits. She jerked and writhed, bucking her shoulders off the floor only to come crashing back down, breasts ballooning out to the sides as they were pressed into the carpet. A moment later, the bedroom door swung open as Lionel and Madison walked back in. The pair went straight back to Megan’s feet, bending her knees up until her heels nearly touched Becky’s back and going to town on her soles. The sock that Lionel had partially removed before had come completely off along with her jeans; the short, sandy-haired man went right to her bare foot, scratching at her heel while running his tongue over and between her toes. Madison, meanwhile, left Megan’s one remaining sock on, preferring instead to pinch at it and drag the cotton around.
What little control remained to the half-naked brunette evaporated under the renewed foot tickling. She lay on the carpet, twitching and laughing into her gag, her green eyes darting around the room in the hope of distracting herself from the forty fingers running rampant over her nubile frame. A corkboard full of photos caught her eye; in one of them, Don and Becky looked down at the camera while the sun was eclipsed in the sky behind them. A detail from a victim interview flashed through Megan’s mind: the woman had been preparing to watch the recent solar eclipse over Tiotown when she’d been suddenly pinned down and tickled by a masked intruder. She had distinctly remembered the eclipse happening while the masked man had tortured her.
So if Don had been at the eclipse, taking pictures with Becky, there was no way he was the Tiotown Tickler, Megan realized. As if to emphasize how wrong the raven-haired reporter’s theory had been, Don slipped his fingers into the sides of her lacy black bra, squeezing and tickling her pale perky breasts. As her shoulders bounced off the ground with laughter, he slipped further in, rolling her still-erect nipples between his fingers. She moaned with unwanted pleasure, then moaned again as the tickling died down; first her nearly bare butt cheeks gained a reprieve as Becky’s fingers pulled away, then a word from the tiny blonde gave Megan’s feet a rest. Don’s fingers, meanwhile, continued molesting Megan’s mammaries.
Becky stepped off the prone brunette, and began calling out orders; orders which Megan barely heard and certainly didn’t notice, as a familiar pressure began to build in her loins. Lionel held one of Megan’s ankles to the ground while Madison stepped over and across the resulting outstretched leg, still clutching Megan’s ankle tightly. Coupled with Don’s assistance, the half-naked beauty was easily flipped onto her back. Then, Lionel and Madison stepped forward, forcing Megan’s legs to bend until her knees were at the sides of her breasts. Her lacy black g-string stretched tight across her pussy, the small wet patch on it unmistakable.
“More excited than you let on, aren’t you hun?” Becky ran a finger across Megan’s cameltoe, drawing a gurgle of protest out of the gagged girl. Megan’s green eyes darted between her captors, her nipples pressing up through the cups of her bra and pointing at the ceiling. The dark-haired reporter was as far from excited as she could get, yet a part of her still considered everything worth it to know for sure that her neighbor wasn’t the criminal pervert she’d been trying to learn about. As the thought crossed her mind, he buried his fingers in her pits once again, reminding her that even without the ‘criminal’ part, he was still a tickle-hungry pervert.
Her exhausted laughter was once again mingled with panic as Becky pinched the wet patch on Megan’s panties and began to tear it open. As cool air began flowing across her damp labia, Megan admitted to herself that this experience wasn’t worth the knowledge gained after all...
Continued in Part 4
“EEEAAHAHAHAAA!” Megan Huntley was in a ticklish hell. On the outside of the window she had tried and failed to climb through, her legs were held tight while two sets of hands explored every inch of her sensitive, sock-clad soles. On the other, she slapped feebly at a small blonde whose tiny hands tormented the stuck brunette’s belly and sides. Megan’s tight purple v-neck, never much protection against the tickling onslaught in the first place, was bunched up just below her breasts, leaving her smooth pale midriff completely bare. Her loose black hair whipped across her face as she thrashed helplessly, brilliant green eyes squeezed tightly shut, and her pink lips stretched wide with forced laughter. That last fact made it easy for her last tormentor to gag her.
“HAHAHEEMMM-GGGK-MMPH!” Megan’s frustration turned to fear as the rubber dildo gag passed between her pearly white teeth and pressed into the back of her mouth. Don quickly began securing the gag’s straps behind her head. She raised her hands to the pull his away, to try to get the gag out of her mouth, and Becky’s delicate fingers slipped into Megan’s pits, wicked nails pressing deep into the cotton-covered flesh. Megan squealed into the gag with surprise, instinctively jerking her arms down. Don gripped her wrists. She stared at him pleadingly, green eyes open wide and beginning to water. The dark-haired man smiled sadistically, clamping her wrists together behind her back with one hand while using the other to dangle a pair of padded handcuffs in front of her eyes.
“MMMHHH!” Megan protested into the gag as her hands were restrained. She twisted and hurled her shoulders from side to side, but to no avail. Soon Don’s hands rejoined the torment, clawing and squeezing her sides and ribs. The pressure from them was enough to be painful, but never enough to not make her laugh even harder into her gag.
The tormented reporter, deep in the throes of her helpless laughter, forced herself to think despite her fear. What were the odds that multiple sadists who liked to tie up, gag, and torture their victims with tickling would live in the same town? They couldn’t be high. She began to feel confident in her belief that Don was the Tiotown Tickler. Now if she could just get out of the window, away from all these teasing, tormenting hands…
Megan was pulled out of her reverie when one of Don’s cruel hands plunged down the front of her shirt, slipping into her bra to cruelly pinch and twist her right nipple.
“MMMPHHMHM!” She wailed into her gag in protest, tears beginning to stream from her eyes, but the nipple torment didn’t even slow. Between that and the six other hands prodding at her body, the brunette beauty didn’t even notice when Don’s other hand moved down to unbutton her skinny jeans.
“Let’s pull her in!” Don called. Megan slid painfully through the gap between the heavy window and its narrow sill. Her now-undone pants caught on the window, sliding down her long, pale legs until they were bunched up around her ankles. The window shut with a loud bang as her socked feet popped through, and she dropped to the carpeted floor. Her jeans, now firmly trapped in the closed window, turned inside-out as Don and Becky pulled her completely free of them. The only covering remaining on the dark-haired intruder’s lower body was a skimpy black thong. She lay face-down on the floor, gasping into the carpet.
Becky dropped down to straddle the tickle-toy’s slender thighs, sending two of her nails spiraling across Megan’s exposed butt cheeks.
“Mphmphh!” Megan protested, squirming helplessly. She began to thrash a moment later as Don seized her shirt, pulling it all the way up over her head and down her arms, where it bunched up uselessly atop her handcuffs. Don wedged his hands up under her arms, wriggling his fingers in her now-bare armpits. She jerked and writhed, bucking her shoulders off the floor only to come crashing back down, breasts ballooning out to the sides as they were pressed into the carpet. A moment later, the bedroom door swung open as Lionel and Madison walked back in. The pair went straight back to Megan’s feet, bending her knees up until her heels nearly touched Becky’s back and going to town on her soles. The sock that Lionel had partially removed before had come completely off along with her jeans; the short, sandy-haired man went right to her bare foot, scratching at her heel while running his tongue over and between her toes. Madison, meanwhile, left Megan’s one remaining sock on, preferring instead to pinch at it and drag the cotton around.
What little control remained to the half-naked brunette evaporated under the renewed foot tickling. She lay on the carpet, twitching and laughing into her gag, her green eyes darting around the room in the hope of distracting herself from the forty fingers running rampant over her nubile frame. A corkboard full of photos caught her eye; in one of them, Don and Becky looked down at the camera while the sun was eclipsed in the sky behind them. A detail from a victim interview flashed through Megan’s mind: the woman had been preparing to watch the recent solar eclipse over Tiotown when she’d been suddenly pinned down and tickled by a masked intruder. She had distinctly remembered the eclipse happening while the masked man had tortured her.
So if Don had been at the eclipse, taking pictures with Becky, there was no way he was the Tiotown Tickler, Megan realized. As if to emphasize how wrong the raven-haired reporter’s theory had been, Don slipped his fingers into the sides of her lacy black bra, squeezing and tickling her pale perky breasts. As her shoulders bounced off the ground with laughter, he slipped further in, rolling her still-erect nipples between his fingers. She moaned with unwanted pleasure, then moaned again as the tickling died down; first her nearly bare butt cheeks gained a reprieve as Becky’s fingers pulled away, then a word from the tiny blonde gave Megan’s feet a rest. Don’s fingers, meanwhile, continued molesting Megan’s mammaries.
Becky stepped off the prone brunette, and began calling out orders; orders which Megan barely heard and certainly didn’t notice, as a familiar pressure began to build in her loins. Lionel held one of Megan’s ankles to the ground while Madison stepped over and across the resulting outstretched leg, still clutching Megan’s ankle tightly. Coupled with Don’s assistance, the half-naked beauty was easily flipped onto her back. Then, Lionel and Madison stepped forward, forcing Megan’s legs to bend until her knees were at the sides of her breasts. Her lacy black g-string stretched tight across her pussy, the small wet patch on it unmistakable.
“More excited than you let on, aren’t you hun?” Becky ran a finger across Megan’s cameltoe, drawing a gurgle of protest out of the gagged girl. Megan’s green eyes darted between her captors, her nipples pressing up through the cups of her bra and pointing at the ceiling. The dark-haired reporter was as far from excited as she could get, yet a part of her still considered everything worth it to know for sure that her neighbor wasn’t the criminal pervert she’d been trying to learn about. As the thought crossed her mind, he buried his fingers in her pits once again, reminding her that even without the ‘criminal’ part, he was still a tickle-hungry pervert.
Her exhausted laughter was once again mingled with panic as Becky pinched the wet patch on Megan’s panties and began to tear it open. As cool air began flowing across her damp labia, Megan admitted to herself that this experience wasn’t worth the knowledge gained after all...
Continued in Part 4
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