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Fingers darted across Megan’s feet again, briefly distracting her from the exposure of her damp pussy. The green eyed girl, hands bound helplessly behind her, gurgled a laugh into the dildo gag stuffed between her full pink lips. Three of her four captors crowded in around her, forcing laughter from her half-naked frame: Lionel and Madison tormenting her feet while Don crouched at her head and wriggled his fingers in her smooth pits. Becky, the small blonde who had just ripped Megan’s lacy black panties open, knelt about a foot away from the laughing brunette, one finger poised and waiting.
As Megan shook her head from side to side, loose black hair flying every direction, she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the tickling sensation from opposite ends of her sexy body. In that moment, Becky struck: one perfectly manicured nail darted down, right between Megan’s jiggling thighs, and stroked directly across the helpless captive’s exposed clitoris. Megan arched her back like she’d been electrified, eyes flying wide open again in panic. She nearly pulled her legs free of the hands around her ankles, but fell still as Becky once again gripped her torn panties, this time slipping fingers under either edge of the tear.
“MMPHPHGH!” Megan screamed into her gag in protest as Becky pulled, widening the tear and pushing the insubstantial fabric of the g-string into the crease between thigh and pussy. Megan’s smooth, pale labia were completely unprotected, moisture continuing to well from between them.
“I wonder…” Becky lowered the pointer fingers of both hands towards the tickle toy’s exposed vulva. “just how ticklish…”
Megan fell silent, the tickling of her pits and feet barely registering in her mind compared to this new threat. Unconsciously, her head shook slightly, her wide green eyes pleading and bloodshot. Every muscle in her slender body tensed, then relaxed as Becky pulled away. Tensed again, as the fingers shot down towards exposed skin. Relaxed, as the nails stopped just short of grazing flesh. Again, and again, the little game repeated; the other ticklers stopped to watch, content merely to hold Megan’s legs up so her knees pressed into her bra-covered breasts.
Eventually, Megan stayed relaxed as the pair of fingers stopped just short of her defenseless pussy… only to jump in shock as Don’s devilish digits began to flutter around her neck, from just under her chin and ears down to her shoulders and collarbones. She threw her head back, gazing up in shock through her guffaws, and Becky finally made contact. The nerve endings in Megan’s labia shrieked a warning that traveled through her like an electric shock; her back came clean off the floor for a moment. Even with the gag, her scream hurt her captor’s ears, to the point they all paused and stared in shock. She only lay there, panicked panting setting her trembling breasts rising and falling frantically, until Becky cracked a devious grin and sent two perfectly manicured nails skittering up and down her bare labia.
Megan thrashed like a woman possessed, especially when Don once again joined in at her long, elegant neck. Don and Madison, eyes wide from the effort of holding her legs up, stared at each other in wordless shock that she still had this much energy; then, Don wrapped both arms around her lovely calf, stuck his tongue out, and lowered it down to her sockless foot. A quick jerk to the side saved him from a hard kick to the face; he pulled the thrashing leg back down, resting some of his weight on the back of Megan’s thigh, and began licking again, slowly moving from heel to toes and savoring every moment.
Madison, seeing Don’s trouble, pulled Megan’s other leg straight and slightly to the side, stepping over to clamp her thick thighs around Megan’s one. Then, pressing the calf to her chest, she maneuvered both hands up to the one sock left to the ticklish captive, darting both her hands down onto the cotton-covered sole in clawing motions. The restrained limb pulled and tugged, but Madison held it firm, determinedly doing her part in the torment.
As wide as Megan’s eyes were, the gagged beauty didn’t register a single thing she was seeing; her reporter’s instincts had burned away in the latest round of riotous laughter. Fractured, incoherent thoughts flew through her mind, none offering any way out. Even those were crowded out by an unwanted wave of lust when Becky sent one finger to exclusively circle Megan’s clit, two others continuing to rake her nude pussy lips. Subtly, unwillingly, Megan’s thrashing changed in character. Where before she had thrown herself every direction to escape, now her hips thrust up off the ground, towards the small blonde whose fingers gave equal parts pleasure and laughter. So it was hardly a surprise when, after nearly ten minutes of torment, she arched her back with pleasure, fluid squirting across the carpet and Becky’s tight blue jeans. The tickling kept going, worse than ever. To Megan’s wordless dismay, the finger at her clitoris stopped, while those formerly teasing her labia moved down exclusively to her taint. The sensations from her neck and feet only grew stronger, and darkness began to crowd her vision. Just before unconsciousness mercifully arrived, the torment stopped. Her feet were lowered to the ground, where she lay, stretched out and trembling.
An argument ensued among her captors as they stepped off to the side, though she was too far gone to understand any of it. She only returned to reality as it ended; she tiredly raised her head off the carpet, staring in confusion as Don and Lionel straddled her spread-out thighs and Madison leaned down to fumble with her gag. When the dildo came out of her mouth, she tried to ask what was happening, but only managed a feeble moan. Her green eyes widened in shock as Becky re-entered her view, completely pantsless.
The tiny sadist knelt over Megan’s shoulders, pressing her neatly-trimmed blonde bush into the gorgeous captive’s face.
“You think you can break in here, get off, and not give us anything?” Becky asked. “Start licking.”
Megan strained tiredly against the hand at the back of her head. Becky cast a glance back over her narrow shoulders.
“Boys, do you mind?”
Megan shrieked as ten fingers began squeezing at her hips, and a few more stroked slowly up and down her soaked pussy. She hurriedly pressed her face into Becky’s muff, frantically licking at the smaller girl’s clit. As she did, the tickling died down; one pair of hands simply began traveling up and down her thigh, while a few thin, nimble fingers slipped up into her vagina and began to finger fuck her. She ate out the blonde at her face, desperately at first, but soon finding a rhythm and setting her captor moaning. Not long after, Becky came all over Megan’s face and breasts, stepping off and gathering her discarded clothes.
“You next Don?” Lionel asked, still running his hands over Megan’s captive leg. Don shook his head.
“I’ll go last,” he replied, vigorously thrusting his fingers deep into Megan’s pussy. “Madison! Take that leg from Lionel.”
The curvy woman complied with the order, settling down over Megan’s knee facing towards the helpless hostage’s feet. Lionel enthusiastically whipped out a pocket knife, severing the straps of Megan’s lacy black push-up bra before squirming out of his shoes and pants. The short, muscular man mounted her torso. His thick five-inch dick curved slightly towards the ceiling, veins standing out as he pressed Megan’s bare breasts together around it and began to thrust. She flopped her head back in exhaustion. Though Lionel’s cock was perfectly suited to her tastes, she’d never enjoyed being titfucked even at the best of times. It was a welcome reprieve from being tickled, though, even when he finished across her face and rolled off to the side, his shaft beginning to droop.
Becky, fully clothed once again, tapped Madison’s shoulder and gestured up towards Megan’s head. Madison hesitated, beginning to shake her head, until Don pulled his fingers out of Megan and squeezed the olive-skinned woman’s hip. With a slight squeal, Madison leapt to her feet, pulled her panties from under her sundress, and squatted directly over Megan’s face. Megan dutifully licked and sucked the presented pussy until the reluctant captor’s fluids were added to the others drenching the black-haired beauty’s face. As Madison stepped away, Megan realized Don was already naked, kneeling right between her thighs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock; it had to be at least ten inches. As her lips opened in shock, he speared down into her as far as he could go.
“WAI-MMPH!” Her cry was cut off as Lionel reinserted the dildo gag, quickly fastening its straps behind her head. Don thrust, fast and hard, pounding her with everything he had. His shaft hammered her g-spot time after time, his hands wrapping around her hips and holding fast. Eventually, he let out a roar; his dick swelled inside her, convulsing and spitting seed deep into her vagina, then onto her midriff as he pulled out. He panted, sitting back and smirking with satisfaction at the green-eyed beauty whose nipples had stiffened once again under the intense fucking.
She panted and stared back at him, hoping that they were finally done with her. That hope was dashed when the other three descended on her once again, this time clutching toothbrushes and featherdusters. The pale brunette couldn’t have recounted any coherent order of events after that; it was all laugh-inducing strokes, nonstop, from every direction. At some point Don had joined in. At another point (or was it the same one?) her ripped g-string had been completely torn off, leaving her completely naked but for a single purple ankle sock. They were merciless; no amount of thrashing or kicking deterred them from tormenting her until finally, she passed out.
Megan came to laying on a couch, still naked but for one sock, as sunlight poured into her eyes. She started upright, quickly realizing her bonds and gag had been removed and Don was sitting in a recliner, smirking at her bare breasts. She mustered a glare, turning to face him while folding her arms over her pink nipples and crossing her legs. He spoke before she could.
“So four witnesses to you breaking in, and only you to say what else happened last night,” he said conversationally. “And, of course, we all know your weakness now. Plus, you get the cops involved, or publish an article about it, that Tiotown Tickler of yours might decide to pay a fun little visit to the lady who put his crimes in the spotlight…” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows at the nude brunette. She flushed in anger at the threat, but took a deep breath before responding. As she did so, she noticed her shirt, jeans, and one sock neatly folded on the coffee table between them, her ankle boots sitting on the floor nearby.
“… Point taken,” she conceded. “Are you going to let me go?”
Receiving a nod in response, she grabbed her shirt, pulling it on while keeping one arm covering her breasts. That done, she turned sideways to Don while donning her tight pants. The reporter relaxed as she did up her fly; the complete lack of undergarments was uncomfortable, especially since she couldn’t help notice Don’s eyes on the spots where her nipples pushed through the purple v-neck’s thin fabric, but it helped to have something covering her again. She quickly finished dressing and hurried out the door.
Her house, shared with Katy, was only a short walk down the street. Her roommate’s car was still gone, but that was to be expected; the tall redhead probably wouldn’t be back until after lunchtime. She headed inside, showered, and dressed again, deciding to lose herself in work. Hours later, the sound of the front door opening prompted her to look up, then frown at the realization it was closer to dinnertime than lunchtime. Katy must have stayed out longer than expected. Megan shrugged and headed to the dinnertime, then stopped in surprise.
Her friend was back, looking like she’d collapsed on the couch. The fiery-haired amazon normally wore boots and plaid, but today was wearing a short, strapless green dress, matching stiletto heels, and looked exhausted.
“Hey, new dress?” Megan asked. “How’d the shopping trip go?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Katy said with a shake of her head. “How’d your little research trip go?”
Megan winced. Even with her best friend, she found herself shying away from going into detail.
“Well… he’s not the Tickler, but uh, he is still pretty fond of tickling,” she finally said. “I don’t think I’ll be welcome back over there soon though. You… probably shouldn’t go over there either.”
She had expected Katy to be angry, but the taller girl only nodded, looking on the verge of passing out. Megan looked for something else to say, came up empty, and returned to her work.
She’d gone through hell to find the Tiotown Tickler, and she wasn’t about to let that go to waste.
The End of Window of Opportunity.
Megan Huntley will return...
Fingers darted across Megan’s feet again, briefly distracting her from the exposure of her damp pussy. The green eyed girl, hands bound helplessly behind her, gurgled a laugh into the dildo gag stuffed between her full pink lips. Three of her four captors crowded in around her, forcing laughter from her half-naked frame: Lionel and Madison tormenting her feet while Don crouched at her head and wriggled his fingers in her smooth pits. Becky, the small blonde who had just ripped Megan’s lacy black panties open, knelt about a foot away from the laughing brunette, one finger poised and waiting.
As Megan shook her head from side to side, loose black hair flying every direction, she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the tickling sensation from opposite ends of her sexy body. In that moment, Becky struck: one perfectly manicured nail darted down, right between Megan’s jiggling thighs, and stroked directly across the helpless captive’s exposed clitoris. Megan arched her back like she’d been electrified, eyes flying wide open again in panic. She nearly pulled her legs free of the hands around her ankles, but fell still as Becky once again gripped her torn panties, this time slipping fingers under either edge of the tear.
“MMPHPHGH!” Megan screamed into her gag in protest as Becky pulled, widening the tear and pushing the insubstantial fabric of the g-string into the crease between thigh and pussy. Megan’s smooth, pale labia were completely unprotected, moisture continuing to well from between them.
“I wonder…” Becky lowered the pointer fingers of both hands towards the tickle toy’s exposed vulva. “just how ticklish…”
Megan fell silent, the tickling of her pits and feet barely registering in her mind compared to this new threat. Unconsciously, her head shook slightly, her wide green eyes pleading and bloodshot. Every muscle in her slender body tensed, then relaxed as Becky pulled away. Tensed again, as the fingers shot down towards exposed skin. Relaxed, as the nails stopped just short of grazing flesh. Again, and again, the little game repeated; the other ticklers stopped to watch, content merely to hold Megan’s legs up so her knees pressed into her bra-covered breasts.
Eventually, Megan stayed relaxed as the pair of fingers stopped just short of her defenseless pussy… only to jump in shock as Don’s devilish digits began to flutter around her neck, from just under her chin and ears down to her shoulders and collarbones. She threw her head back, gazing up in shock through her guffaws, and Becky finally made contact. The nerve endings in Megan’s labia shrieked a warning that traveled through her like an electric shock; her back came clean off the floor for a moment. Even with the gag, her scream hurt her captor’s ears, to the point they all paused and stared in shock. She only lay there, panicked panting setting her trembling breasts rising and falling frantically, until Becky cracked a devious grin and sent two perfectly manicured nails skittering up and down her bare labia.
Megan thrashed like a woman possessed, especially when Don once again joined in at her long, elegant neck. Don and Madison, eyes wide from the effort of holding her legs up, stared at each other in wordless shock that she still had this much energy; then, Don wrapped both arms around her lovely calf, stuck his tongue out, and lowered it down to her sockless foot. A quick jerk to the side saved him from a hard kick to the face; he pulled the thrashing leg back down, resting some of his weight on the back of Megan’s thigh, and began licking again, slowly moving from heel to toes and savoring every moment.
Madison, seeing Don’s trouble, pulled Megan’s other leg straight and slightly to the side, stepping over to clamp her thick thighs around Megan’s one. Then, pressing the calf to her chest, she maneuvered both hands up to the one sock left to the ticklish captive, darting both her hands down onto the cotton-covered sole in clawing motions. The restrained limb pulled and tugged, but Madison held it firm, determinedly doing her part in the torment.
As wide as Megan’s eyes were, the gagged beauty didn’t register a single thing she was seeing; her reporter’s instincts had burned away in the latest round of riotous laughter. Fractured, incoherent thoughts flew through her mind, none offering any way out. Even those were crowded out by an unwanted wave of lust when Becky sent one finger to exclusively circle Megan’s clit, two others continuing to rake her nude pussy lips. Subtly, unwillingly, Megan’s thrashing changed in character. Where before she had thrown herself every direction to escape, now her hips thrust up off the ground, towards the small blonde whose fingers gave equal parts pleasure and laughter. So it was hardly a surprise when, after nearly ten minutes of torment, she arched her back with pleasure, fluid squirting across the carpet and Becky’s tight blue jeans. The tickling kept going, worse than ever. To Megan’s wordless dismay, the finger at her clitoris stopped, while those formerly teasing her labia moved down exclusively to her taint. The sensations from her neck and feet only grew stronger, and darkness began to crowd her vision. Just before unconsciousness mercifully arrived, the torment stopped. Her feet were lowered to the ground, where she lay, stretched out and trembling.
An argument ensued among her captors as they stepped off to the side, though she was too far gone to understand any of it. She only returned to reality as it ended; she tiredly raised her head off the carpet, staring in confusion as Don and Lionel straddled her spread-out thighs and Madison leaned down to fumble with her gag. When the dildo came out of her mouth, she tried to ask what was happening, but only managed a feeble moan. Her green eyes widened in shock as Becky re-entered her view, completely pantsless.
The tiny sadist knelt over Megan’s shoulders, pressing her neatly-trimmed blonde bush into the gorgeous captive’s face.
“You think you can break in here, get off, and not give us anything?” Becky asked. “Start licking.”
Megan strained tiredly against the hand at the back of her head. Becky cast a glance back over her narrow shoulders.
“Boys, do you mind?”
Megan shrieked as ten fingers began squeezing at her hips, and a few more stroked slowly up and down her soaked pussy. She hurriedly pressed her face into Becky’s muff, frantically licking at the smaller girl’s clit. As she did, the tickling died down; one pair of hands simply began traveling up and down her thigh, while a few thin, nimble fingers slipped up into her vagina and began to finger fuck her. She ate out the blonde at her face, desperately at first, but soon finding a rhythm and setting her captor moaning. Not long after, Becky came all over Megan’s face and breasts, stepping off and gathering her discarded clothes.
“You next Don?” Lionel asked, still running his hands over Megan’s captive leg. Don shook his head.
“I’ll go last,” he replied, vigorously thrusting his fingers deep into Megan’s pussy. “Madison! Take that leg from Lionel.”
The curvy woman complied with the order, settling down over Megan’s knee facing towards the helpless hostage’s feet. Lionel enthusiastically whipped out a pocket knife, severing the straps of Megan’s lacy black push-up bra before squirming out of his shoes and pants. The short, muscular man mounted her torso. His thick five-inch dick curved slightly towards the ceiling, veins standing out as he pressed Megan’s bare breasts together around it and began to thrust. She flopped her head back in exhaustion. Though Lionel’s cock was perfectly suited to her tastes, she’d never enjoyed being titfucked even at the best of times. It was a welcome reprieve from being tickled, though, even when he finished across her face and rolled off to the side, his shaft beginning to droop.
Becky, fully clothed once again, tapped Madison’s shoulder and gestured up towards Megan’s head. Madison hesitated, beginning to shake her head, until Don pulled his fingers out of Megan and squeezed the olive-skinned woman’s hip. With a slight squeal, Madison leapt to her feet, pulled her panties from under her sundress, and squatted directly over Megan’s face. Megan dutifully licked and sucked the presented pussy until the reluctant captor’s fluids were added to the others drenching the black-haired beauty’s face. As Madison stepped away, Megan realized Don was already naked, kneeling right between her thighs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock; it had to be at least ten inches. As her lips opened in shock, he speared down into her as far as he could go.
“WAI-MMPH!” Her cry was cut off as Lionel reinserted the dildo gag, quickly fastening its straps behind her head. Don thrust, fast and hard, pounding her with everything he had. His shaft hammered her g-spot time after time, his hands wrapping around her hips and holding fast. Eventually, he let out a roar; his dick swelled inside her, convulsing and spitting seed deep into her vagina, then onto her midriff as he pulled out. He panted, sitting back and smirking with satisfaction at the green-eyed beauty whose nipples had stiffened once again under the intense fucking.
She panted and stared back at him, hoping that they were finally done with her. That hope was dashed when the other three descended on her once again, this time clutching toothbrushes and featherdusters. The pale brunette couldn’t have recounted any coherent order of events after that; it was all laugh-inducing strokes, nonstop, from every direction. At some point Don had joined in. At another point (or was it the same one?) her ripped g-string had been completely torn off, leaving her completely naked but for a single purple ankle sock. They were merciless; no amount of thrashing or kicking deterred them from tormenting her until finally, she passed out.
Megan came to laying on a couch, still naked but for one sock, as sunlight poured into her eyes. She started upright, quickly realizing her bonds and gag had been removed and Don was sitting in a recliner, smirking at her bare breasts. She mustered a glare, turning to face him while folding her arms over her pink nipples and crossing her legs. He spoke before she could.
“So four witnesses to you breaking in, and only you to say what else happened last night,” he said conversationally. “And, of course, we all know your weakness now. Plus, you get the cops involved, or publish an article about it, that Tiotown Tickler of yours might decide to pay a fun little visit to the lady who put his crimes in the spotlight…” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows at the nude brunette. She flushed in anger at the threat, but took a deep breath before responding. As she did so, she noticed her shirt, jeans, and one sock neatly folded on the coffee table between them, her ankle boots sitting on the floor nearby.
“… Point taken,” she conceded. “Are you going to let me go?”
Receiving a nod in response, she grabbed her shirt, pulling it on while keeping one arm covering her breasts. That done, she turned sideways to Don while donning her tight pants. The reporter relaxed as she did up her fly; the complete lack of undergarments was uncomfortable, especially since she couldn’t help notice Don’s eyes on the spots where her nipples pushed through the purple v-neck’s thin fabric, but it helped to have something covering her again. She quickly finished dressing and hurried out the door.
Her house, shared with Katy, was only a short walk down the street. Her roommate’s car was still gone, but that was to be expected; the tall redhead probably wouldn’t be back until after lunchtime. She headed inside, showered, and dressed again, deciding to lose herself in work. Hours later, the sound of the front door opening prompted her to look up, then frown at the realization it was closer to dinnertime than lunchtime. Katy must have stayed out longer than expected. Megan shrugged and headed to the dinnertime, then stopped in surprise.
Her friend was back, looking like she’d collapsed on the couch. The fiery-haired amazon normally wore boots and plaid, but today was wearing a short, strapless green dress, matching stiletto heels, and looked exhausted.
“Hey, new dress?” Megan asked. “How’d the shopping trip go?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Katy said with a shake of her head. “How’d your little research trip go?”
Megan winced. Even with her best friend, she found herself shying away from going into detail.
“Well… he’s not the Tickler, but uh, he is still pretty fond of tickling,” she finally said. “I don’t think I’ll be welcome back over there soon though. You… probably shouldn’t go over there either.”
She had expected Katy to be angry, but the taller girl only nodded, looking on the verge of passing out. Megan looked for something else to say, came up empty, and returned to her work.
She’d gone through hell to find the Tiotown Tickler, and she wasn’t about to let that go to waste.
The End of Window of Opportunity.
Megan Huntley will return...
