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"How to Punish a Voyeur" (FFFF, 18+only)

Haltickling

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To celebrate my 1500th post, here’s my newest effort at tickle-erotic writing, again FFFF, even though a man plays a central role in this story… Enjoy!

How to Punish a Voyeur

1) Jake


Jake Morrison was a freshman in the booming security business. Although only 25, he had been fired from nine jobs in several different occupations already, for some alleged or real mistakes. His last boss had kicked him out of the company because of ‘sexual harassment’. A pure pretense, as he had only rib-tickled one of the beautiful female secretaries from behind for a second or two. The stupid cow had screamed as if raped by a complete football team! And his boss was one jealous guy!

This couldn’t happen to him in the present job, Jake was dead-sure. His love for tickling girls had given him more trouble than he would ever admit to himself. But his new job was free of such temptations: Night after night, he drove his patrol beat alone, checking doors and factory gates. During the breaks, he read tickle stories he had printed out of the internet, and they never failed to make him hot. Sometimes he parked his car in a lonely area to release his sexual pressure.

Deeply absorbed in his favorite thoughts, he drove past a recently abandoned industrial complex. This was the only one he had to check from the inside; it was going to be sold soon, and junkies or homeless ‘uninvited’ house guests would reduce the value considerably. He unlocked the back entrance to get in and walked his usual route through the empty halls and offices. The building was rather large, it took him more than 20 minutes to reach the far corner.

Suddenly he heard faint sounds from somewhere below him, in the basement. He used the emergency stairway to investigate the origin, as the loud “ping” of an arriving elevator would be heard from far away. When he opened the iron door to the lowest floor, he was in for a big surprise: The sound was clearly distinguishable now, and it was – FEMALE LAUGHTER! Not believing his ears, he tiptoed from door to door until he found the one with the action behind.

The office doors down here had old-fashioned keyholes, big enough to peep through. Good! The view almost made him utter a noise of surprise: This room was still completely furnished, and tied to the desk was a nude, blond woman! She was laughing insanely, and he knew why. Four hands whirled over stomach, ribs, and exposed armpits, diligently and very skillfully. A slight shift of the angle brought the two gorgeous naked female ticklers into his sight, a petite brunette and a tall, extremely skinny redhead. They giggled cheerfully as they inflicted heavy tickle-torture on the blonde.

Jake almost came into his pants. He was spellbound to the spot, absolutely fascinated by the sight. This was his best dream coming true! Forgotten was his duty to radio-report this burglary to the police immediately; he would absorb this view as long as possible, and a hundred wild horses would not draw him away!

2) Trish

Patricia Lorne looked at her wristwatch nervously. This was something completely new to her: she had a date with another girl! Oh, they had known each other for a long time already, since college days. And they had played silly tickle games before. Endurance tests, pseudo-scientific examinations of their individual ticklishness, ganging up to tickle-punish some enemy on the campus. But today, she was to join other girls for serious tickling! Her emotions switched constantly between heat-filled expectations and fearful anticipation.

Why was Lisa late? Stupid question, she scolded herself. Lisa was always late. Trish played with her red bangles, and to pass the time, she counted her freckles around her wristwatch. It was getting dark already, and she definitely didn’t like to wait here at night. She was 24 and extremely skinny, which had earned her terrible nicknames, like ‘the wall-papered skeleton’. One fact consoled her: while all her female friends were on a constant diet to keep up their shape, she could eat as much as she wanted!

Finally, a classy red convertible shot around the corner and stopped at the curb with screeching brakes. Lisa! Trish jumped in, they exchanged a friends’ hello kiss on both cheeks, and as customary between them, they poked each other’s ribs briefly, followed by a shrill giggle.

Lisa had promised to introduce her to a female circle for SM tickling games, with bondage and all. “Really professional tickle-fans, you know”, she had announced importantly. They both just loved tickling, but they knew each other too well for any surprises. So Lisa somehow had found this mysterious circle; she wouldn’t explain the details, though of course she wanted to share this thrilling experience with her best friend Trish.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a fenced-off factory’s back entrance. Lisa flashed her headlights three times, and a car on the opposite street side replied likewise. They left the car to meet with the other woman, a short-haired, rather petite brunette. Lisa embraced her briefly without words, then they entered the building silently. The other woman obviously had the right keys, no need to pick the lock. They walked down to the basement and entered an office.

Trish was dumbstruck. The whole building seemed abandoned, except this room. It was fully furnished with rather strange items: a large desk, an empty iron-grid bookshelf, a huge gym mattress, and several contraptions she couldn’t clearly define. But all of them had leather cuffs attached to at strategic places! She had never been in a dungeon before, but she had read enough to recognize one at first sight. Enough to send shivers through her instantly.

“Calm down”, said the brunette. “My name’s Joan, and this is our tickle-game room. We come together here for regular, monthly meetings. You must be Trish. Are you as ticklish as your friend Lisa has told us?” Quickly her hands sneaked out to tickle Trish’s ribs, and before the sensitive redhead could fend them of, she buckled forward in a fit of laughter. “Oh my, even more!” grinned Joan.

“Lara told us not to wait for her to begin,” the smiling Joan continued. “So, does anybody volunteer, or do we have to draw straws?” Lisa and Trish exchanged a glance, and simultaneously they shouted: “She!”, pointing at each other. Joan laughed and said: “Trish is our guest of honor today, so she will have the first turn. Don’t worry, we’ll all have a lot of fun together!”

Trish blushed, but she started to undress without protests when the other two girls took off their clothes. They smiled when Trish asked: “Really everything?” Without further ado they stepped out of their slips, so Trish had to take off hers, too. However, she asked for a favor: “Can we leave out my feet for now? Please, I just can’t stand being tickled there! Maybe later?” Joan’s crystal-clear guffaw rang out: “Okay, just to take away your worst fears, we will spare your feet for now. But eventually, ALL body parts will be tickled! But now, lean against the bookshelf and spread your limbs.”

Trish did as told. Leather cuffs were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, and adjusted to fit tightly. “No escape!” was the last normal thought before the nude torturers’ hands touched her pale white skin. Stretched out tight as she was, her ribs protruded prominently, practically begging for a one-by-one counting. Both girls attacked her from different sides, and their fingers roamed over the ribcage lightly first. Enough to send Trish to the floor, if she hadn’t been restrained standing up in a spread-eagled position. But then the real rib-counting began, with one fingertip at each side, digging in harder and wriggling up and down on each single bone.

Grinning widely, Joan vocalized her enjoyment: “One – two – three – still three, oh my, you ARE ticklish there – damn, now I lost my count! I must start again from the beginning. Maybe in the other direction? One – two – three…” And Trish freaked out. This was so much worse than the playful tickle games with Lisa! She flipped her head from side to side, her knees became too weak to carry her weight, and she tried to twist away from each new attack, but in vain. They had her good!

The tone of her squeals became higher and higher as the devilish count approached both armpits. Lisa grinned: “Her underarms are really ultra-ticklish! Armpit time, my dear!” Trish let out a frenzied bellow at the first dabble there. She stood on tiptoes to cover her underarms from the tickling at least a bit, but her arms were spread aside widely. Two seconds later, she dangled helplessly from her wrist shackles, her knees refused to work. Her screams turned into continuous, silent laughter, her face contorted in a maniacal grin, and she felt all oxygen leaving her body. She simply forgot to breathe when the fingertips dug deeply into the delicate hollows, but there was nothing at all she could do about it.

Lisa had never seen her friend like this during all the years of tickling each other. But she sympathized with Trish, so she stopped the torment. Joan followed her, and slowly Trish caught her breath again, still giggling madly. The pretty brunette used the time to rummage in her handbag and produced two small, quite stiff paintbrushes. Then she asked Trish: “Everything okay? You look a bit agitated!” Lisa grinned: “She was only going crazy, nothing to worry about.” Trish had to join the giggles involuntarily.

Joan addressed Lisa: “Have you ever tickled her with paintbrushes? No? Then let me show you how they work on her tummy.” She started to touch Trish at both sides of the stomach, one moving upwards while the other one went down. Once more, Trish twitched from side to side to escape the tickling. But things became even worse: Joan traced the semi-circle line between the protruding ribs and the upper tummy, and Trish buckled forward again as far as her restraints allowed her to. “This is the diaphragm reflex,” Susan lectured. The paintbrushes spiral-dived into the belly-button, but Trish didn’t appear to be very ticklish there. So Joan gave up and exclaimed: “This works even better!” Dropping her brushes, she dug her fingers deeply into the soft midriff flesh, kneading the intestines in a pincer-like movement.

Trish didn’t know what to do first: Fall down to the floor, or skyrocket through the low ceiling! But her restraints prevented both, she could only try to breathe through this ticklish agony. Her squeals and laughter came in throes, her abdominal muscles convulsing heavily, almost painfully. Her eyesight blurred as the first tears appeared. But strange enough: The longer the tickling took, the more ticklish she became. And the more she liked it! She felt the warmth rise from deep within.

However, she was relieved to receive the next break. Her tormentors waited till her gasping for air seemed harmless again. “Now from both sides!” ordered the cruel Joan. “Then it’s Lisa’s turn.” Four hands flew over Trish’s body once more, playing her ribs beneath the alabaster skin like ivory keys, kneading her tummy, and diving excruciatingly into her pits. And Trish reveled in her delicious, helpless agony…

3) Lisa

Lisa Turner was a fetching blond beauty of 22, a typical, spoiled high-society party-girl. Shoulder-long golden hair, not even half an ounce overweight, but with some luscious flesh at all the right spots. Usually, she only wore the finest designer clothes, which somehow contrasted to her overdone make-up. But her present situation was different: The only things she wore now were pearls of sweat all over her body, and her expensive mascara was gone, running down her face along with tears of laughter.

She was strapped to the desk with her arms stretched out tightly alongside her head, and her legs were tied apart widely. This position looked very sexy, as her voluptuous pubic mound protruded as the highest spot on her luscious body, shouting out an invitation.

Neither Trish nor Lisa were pure lesbians, but they had experimented with each other’s bodies. Tickling the private area and watching their friend’s reactions was extremely interesting. And although Lisa wasn’t quite as ticklish as Trish, she possessed the more ticklish clit. Which, of course, resulted in more experiments…

However, Lisa didn’t think about sexuality now, she was much too busy to endure the incessant four-handed tickling on her upper body! Trish stood at the table’s head end, her lanky arms easily long enough to allow perfect access to Lisa’s ticklish armpits, while Joan showed her what REAL rib-kneading meant. Lisa howled with laughter, thrashing her beautiful body about wildly.

Trish knew exactly how to elicit the loudest howls from Lisa: The armpits’ outer rims belonged to Lisa’s most ticklish areas. Quick but light strokes with four fingertips on each side, similar to a spider jogging on the spot, produced the best results. From time to time, Trish dug in her fingers deeply just below the hollows’ center and wriggled back and forth almost at vibrator-speed. Yeah, this really made Lisa holler!

Joan was far from idle in the meantime: After kneading Lisa’s ribs for a couple of minutes, her fingers wandered down to the tummy. Her nails repeated the diaphragm reflex-triggering, but Lisa’s horizontal position didn’t allow her to buckle forward. Instead, the tummy muscles twitched erratically, causing severe breathing troubles. Ah, how Joan loved this kind of reaction! It proved clearly the genuine ticklishness of the victim, as these muscle motions couldn’t be faked by even the best actress.

But she knew another efficient region: the hip bones! Most women were extremely sensitive there, and Lisa was no exception at all. On the contrary: this made her squeal even more delightfully than the previous rib treatment. After a while, Joan’s fingers massaged the V-shaped loin crease, and another shrill shriek escaped from Lisa’s already hoarse throat. Her blond mane flew around as the poor girl shook her head in pure desperation. Her face was bright red, and her neck muscles protruded from the strain of constant laughter. Clearly she could take more than Trish, but she was just about to faint when her tormentors stopped the tickling.

“This was worse than ever”, Lisa complained when she was able to speak again. “Trish, you’re a veritable armpit devil! And Joan, you drove me crazy with that loin tickling!” Trish grinned: “Nothing to worry about, eh?” Joan laughed, too, and added: “I wonder what’s keeping Lara so long. Oh well, we just go on, I guess; that’s too much fun! Now, we’ve only promised to spare Trish’s feet, not Lisa’s. Come on, Trish, let’s give it to her!” – “Noooo!!!”
screamed the blonde, but too late. Each girl was attacking a foot now, first with light fingertip dabbling on the arches, then with their nails.

And Lisa was driven out of her skin from the double treatment! Not only her feet struggled in their restraints, her whole body reacted. The slightly purple color returned to her face once more. But whereas her laughter during the upper body treatment came from deep inside, the foot tickling elicited shrill, utterly helpless giggling. A shiver of excitement ran down Trish’s spine as she imagined her own feet being tortured like she was tickling her friend right now. Again, she knew all the best spots from previous experience. The toe-balls near the second and third toes, for example. And the soles’ outer rims. And the area around the highest spot of the already high arches. And…

Joan picked up her paintbrush once more and started to tickle Lisa’s toes with diabolical dexterity, holding them back with the free hand. Each new touch set free fresh waves of hysterical giggling from the helpless victim. Lisa couldn’t even move about much any more, all her usual strength had gone up in smoke from the continuous laughter.

Another break followed, and this time, it took Lisa much longer to recover at least halfway. Trish and Joan smiled at each other, both looking rather hot from the action themselves. Tickling was hard work, not only for the ticklee! “I know another good spot on Lisa”, Trish grinned like a conspirator. “There’s a certain tendon, just between the pubic area and the thighs, and it tickles like hell!” Demonstrating it, Trish squeezed this specific sinew between her thumb and middle finger, similar to the tummy treatment she had suffered before. And Lisa’s lower body jolted up with every new finger movement, reduced to a machine reacting at the touch of a button. Her unstoppable guffaws and laughter permeated throughout the room once, much to her tormentors’ delight.

Joan noticed it first: “Look how her clit has engorged!” Indeed, it was peeking out of the protective folds like a little pink flower-bud. “And how moist and hot she is already!” added Trish. “We should do something about this. Gimme your paintbrush!” The redhead grinned like a conspirator: “I know her WORST spot!”

Lisa blushed, this time because of embarrassment: “Oh you traitor! Did you have to tell …?” But she couldn’t speak further, as the pointed paintbrush began to circle around her love knob. Slowly, very slowly. Lisa grit her teeth in anticipation, she knew what was coming. And there it came: The brush touched her clit tip directly! She was certain to jump out of her skin, but the restraints prevented even that. While an only slightly stronger finger-touch there aroused her like nothing else, the soft but stiff paintbrush bristles, applied with Trish’s extreme skills, rendered her a yelling, howling ticklish wreck. The ticklishness on her clit excelled any scale by 150 percent! She felt the pure torture more than any arousal, this just tickled, tickled, tickled her out of her mind. Joan only stood there, watching the amazing reaction incredulously, but with a wide grin etched on her cute face.

Suddenly the mirthful trio noticed a strange sound from outside the door, followed by a muffled thud…

4) Jake

Jake couldn’t leave his peephole for a split second. A tickle orgy between three gorgeous girls, that was a lot more than he had ever dreamt of. He had read some stories on threesome tickling, of course, and they always managed to make him visit his secret parking lot for jerking off. He was massaging his swollen manhood right now, eager not to utter any sound of uncontrollable lust.

Then it happened. His oncoming climax was interrupted cruelly by a sharp pain on the back of his skull. Knock-out. Blackness.

Slowly, he came back to the world. The harsh light above him made him twinkle. He tried to feel for the bruise on his head, but he couldn’t. “Oh my God, I’m paralyzed!” was the first thought shooting through his brain, and he closed his eyes again.

A previously unheard voice disturbed the surrounding silence. “Seems our Peeping Tom is awake now.” He re-opened his eyes and stared into a stern face with an evil grin on it. Black eyes framed by black hair. This must be the angel of death!

But the heavenly creature laughed out in a very earthy, sexy dark-timbre voice. “Now, you dirty little voyeur, it’s not very nice to spy into some innocent girls’ very private life!” He noticed a strange accent in her words, but he was unable to recognize it. “Where – where am I?” he stammered helplessly. “And why can’t I move my arms and legs?” Once again, the sexy voice laughed. “You’re here in my office, and you’re bound to our torture desk.” – “T-t-torture desk?” – “Yes, you dirty scumbag. As you have watched us tickling, we will tickle-torture the living daylight out of you!”

And eight hands with forty fingers started to tickle his armpits, tummy, and feet. But Jake just grinned broadly, not exactly looking tortured. Now that his eyesight had cleared, he could see the three girls from his peephole dream, plus the dark-haired lady who had talked to him a moment ago. While their fingers flew about his body, he was hard put not to laugh at their growing frustration. Oh, he enjoyed their touch a lot, so he tried to act as if he was ticklish. But he wasn’t, and the girls noticed it soon. “He’s faking it, Lara!’ shouted the petite Joan. “He has the temerity to put up a show for us, taking us for stupid cunts!” – “Hmm,” uttered the black-haired girl, “then we’ll have to find something more efficient to punish him. Let me think!”

The puzzle became a bit clearer in Jake’s mind. So Miss Ravenhair was Lara, the still missing girl the others had talked about. She must have arrived unheard by him, and she was the one to knock him on the head. He scolded himself for being a fool, not to raise his alarms when the missing girl was mentioned. But the situation had fogged his judgment, obviously.

Lara started talking once more, her dark voice suiting her breathtaking shape well: “When I knocked him down outside, he was playing with his prick. Seems he enjoys watching nude girls tickling each other, don’t you, scumbag?” She slapped him across the face, then continued calmly: “So he will be FORCED to watch us during our play, without any chance to masturbate. His very own flesh-lust will become his punishment. We will arouse him beyond his wildest dreams, and then we’ll abandon him here, high and dry, aching with unfulfilled sexual desire!” The others applauded her, but Jake felt squeamish.

The four girls unfastened the snap-hooks pinning him to the table, but his hands remained shackled together. While he doubtlessly was stronger than each of the individual girls, he was no match for the four of them. They sat him down on an old leather chair, connecting his ankles to the chair legs first. Then they unlocked his hands and pried them to the armrests with joint forces, fettering his wrists well out of reach of his manhood. During the tickle attack, he had already noticed that his clothes were gone, uniform and all. Now Jake sat on his throne, more powerless than any king ever had been! A gag made of two handkerchiefs was forced into his mouth, adding to his discomfort.

Lara shed her clothes now as well, and four of the most desirable women he had ever seen danced around him, laughing and touching his best friend teasingly. Oh, how he would have enjoyed this normally, only the circumstances were utterly wrong! Lara even lifted up his scrotum to tickle him there, the only place to elicit a slight chuckle from him.

Continuing their round dance, the girls started to sneak out brief tickles towards each other’s ribs, and they all broke into hilarious laughter as they watched his manhood become more rigid than ever before. He certainly could not deny his arousal by the girls’ tickling any more. The wicked wildwomen know another mean trick: Right before his eyes, they spread their lower lips to show off their clits, and they moaned like porn stars as they started to masturbate slowly. “Mpf-mgmbf” was the only reaction Jake was capable of, and once more the girls broke out in giggles. Never before, he had felt so thoroughly helpless and humiliated as a man!

Lara suggested: “Let’s go on with our tickle orgy. Now, who has already been tickled, and who’s the next one?” Eagerly Joan retold their previous tickle experience, which made Jake even hotter. “As Trish and Lisa have had their first round, that makes Joan next in line,” stated Lara, obviously the circle’s boss. Joan blushed a little, but she asked demurely: “Where do you want me, Mistress?” Lara looked around briefly and ordered: “The love swing!”

5) Joan

Lisa and Trish had never seen such a device before. Several leather straps in varying width hung down from a hook in the ceiling. But the confusing bundle made sense as Joan stepped into it, with some assistance from Lara: Two broad straps held Joan’s thighs far apart and supported her weight. A pair of suspender-like leather bands kept her upper body in a half-sitting position, similar to parachute belts. Her wrists cuffs were hooked to a metal triangle above her head, and a spreader bar between her ankles lifted the legs up in mid-air. Joan let out a faint squeak as her feet lost touch with the ground; the feeling of utter helplessness in suspension never failed to surprise her anew.

Lara squatted down near Jake’s chair and said: “Now, Trish and Lisa, I want you to try your best tickling skills on the very sensitive Joan. Show me! Meanwhile, I will pay a little attention to this scumbag here, to make sure he doesn’t fall asleep!” A brief eye contact was enough for the two girls to communicate; Lisa strode to the swing’s foot end while Trish positioned herself behind Joan’s helpless, naked body. Lisa nodded, and the tickling began.

Trish unfolded her unquestioned preference for upper body tickling. She repeated the rib count she had suffered before, she experimented with the tummy muscle reflex, and she applied the same dexterity on every single square inch of Joan’s armpits, just like during Lisa’s turn. The targets for Trish’s nimble fingers shifted continuously. Sometimes, she stayed on a particularly sensitive spot for several minutes, sometimes she jumped irregularly from armpits to tummy to ribs, always adding the spice of unpredictability.

Simultaneously, the blonde treated Joan’s right foot, repaying her all the previously inflicted tickles tenfold. Joan had the most wonderful tiny size 4½ feet she had ever seen, perfectly smooth skin without any calluses, remarkably high arches, and astonishingly long, slender toes. She could tickle these feet forever without getting bored at all! However much Joan tried to flex her tortured tootsies, Lisa always found her way into every nook and cranny. She even picked up one of the paintbrushes to sneak in between the toes, and this clearly proved to be the brunette’s most ticklish spot!

Joan’s resistance was shattered an instant after the first fingertip had touched her skin. She gritted her teeth to refrain from laughing out loud at first, but even then she was unable to restrain the helpless chuckling from within, turning into hilarious guffaws only seconds later. The tickling produced funny body reactions, the whole range from reflexive twitching to frantic struggling. She couldn’t sit still for a split second, the fingers saw to that. Lisa grinned: “My, what a squirmer!” Trish wore a strange sadistic grin etched on her face, especially during Joan’s reactions to her highly efficient armpit treatment. This grin told about her immense enjoyment about this situation in no uncertain terms. Lisa smiled understandingly, she felt the same when tickling a beautiful foot.

Jake’s eyes nearly popped out of his head during this incredibly sexy torture, but his hands were utterly useless in their fettered state. His sexual desire rose to near-delirium, but this special fever got no chance for relief. To make the barrel full, one of Lara’s hands played with her long, hard nipples, while the other one stroked over his super-erect manhood lightly and repeatedly, always stopping when he believed the next touch would make him come.

The two eager torturers had changed their targets in the meantime: Lisa treated Joan’s left foot, which seemed to be even more ticklish, and Trish had discovered another sure-fire tactic to make her victim howl: Reaching under Joan’s behind, she massaged the pert buttocks with ten fingers, right where the thighs began. Joan hopped up and down like crazy in her swing with fruitless escape attempts, causing the whole device to rattle and creak.

This was too much for Lara to watch only. Her “toy” started to bore her, so she joined the real action. As she approached from the swing’s foot end, she couldn’t resist to tickle Lisa’s ribs from behind. The blonde squealed and jumped up to fend the fiendish fingers off, but she was too slow for Lara, who charged Joan’s now freely accessible feet. This surprise attack was immediately rewarded by Joan’s earsplitting screams. “Hey, those delicious tootsies belong to me!” complained Lisa in a grinning pout. “Okay, okay, you can have them back,” smiled Lara. “But Trish can only cover one of Joan’s sides, I’ll take the other one.”

Much to Joan’s horror, she now felt six swift hands on her most ticklish spots. As if four hadn’t been enough to drive her crazy! Her reactions indicated the step-up in torment, her guffawing reached record level, and the world around her became a mere blur. Whenever she tried to block the sensations from a particularly torturous tickle-spot, another hand would find an even more insanely ticklish area somewhere else, and her concentration was useless. Her armpits, hip-bones, and the area under the toes turned out to lure out her best screams, and soon her voice gave in: Her laughter became soundless, her limp muscles twitched in wild convulsions, her face was beet-red, and tears of torturous hilarity flowed freely, mingling with her sweat.

Finally, after endless minutes, Lara signaled the others to grant their poor victim a short break, literally seconds before Joan could faint. It took the girl quite a while to regain her breath, giggling even during her recovery. “Oh my God!”, she whispered hoarsely, “that was the worst tickling I’ve ever gone through! Please let it be over now!”

Lara just grinned and replied: “Fat chance! You’re too delightfully ticklish, my dear. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, I can see it in your eyes!” Joan nodded silently: “Okay, I must confess I like tickle-torture. It never fails to turn me on immensely, but the sheer amount of tickling was simply too much for me!” – “Then let’s make it a bit more enjoyable for you!” Lara retorted. She whispered her evil plans into her accomplices’ ears. Trish blushed a little, but Lisa brandished a wide smile as she turned her attention to Joan once more.

Their victim shouted in panic: “No, no, not again! Please have some merceeeheeheehaaa!” Her words trailed off when Lisa focused on her sensitive feet again, a feast for her eyes and fingertips. Swiftly, her fingertips flew across the arches, dabbled on the toe balls, and sneaked under the ticklish toes. No matter how quickly Joan tried to curl her toes downward, the skilful Lisa had already found another ticklish spot on her favorite objects of torture.

Trish waited until Lisa’s foot fever lessened a bit, then she joined in, massaging Joan’s ribcage right beside the small breasts. She had found out that the petite brunette was even more ticklish there than in the armpits. And oh my God, was she right!!! Joan freaked out, starting with a high-pitched squeal which turned into silent, body-shaking laughter. Her face showed a funny expression, like someone who had bitten into a slice of lemon during a funny movie, her neck muscles strained, and her eyes squinted. All the while, the soundless “hhh-h-h-h-hhh” escaped through her tightly clenched teeth.

Suddenly Joan’s eyes widened in shock, and she jumped as if electrocuted: Lara had slipped below the swing and tickled Joan’s back entrance with a paintbrush. Trish stopped her torment for a second to see what was going on, and she grinned knowingly as she watched the tiny brush swaying between the perineum and the ultra-sensitive ring muscle. That feeling was all-too-familiar to her, from her experiments with Lisa. Her curiosity satisfied, she concentrated on the ribcage one more, this time a bit lower.

The threefold tickle torture had its effects on Joan. Not knowing where the touch was worst, she hopped around madly in her swing, rattling and tugging at her restraints. When Lara sensed that their poor victim was running out of oxygen, she signaled the others to slow down. “Watch this”, she told them: And she took up a sharply pointed yet soft feather, running it over Joan’s love nest ever so slowly. Then she held the outer petals apart, slightly pushing them upward to reveal the pink rosebud. Joan breathed heavily as the feather circled her lust center. The love torture instrument fluttered directly across it from time to time, making the girl close her eyes and moan.

Trish and Lisa took the hint: They, too, picked up feathers for the more sexy treatment. Trish used them on the protruding aureoles which stiffened even more, and Lisa stroked Joan’s soles gently, only enough to produce small leg twitching movements. Joan had closed her eyes continually now, concentrating on the hot flow creeping up her spine, spiraling her up to the clouds. But the final relief was cruelly denied: Lisa and Trish had resumed the heavier finger tickling again, and Joan’s moans morphed into loud guffaw once more. Only Lara’s feather kept on target, sending lustful shivers through the ‘Swinger’. Soon Joan sensed that the tickling only heightened her overall sensitivity, and once more, she approached her well-earned climax.

Half of her expected it to get interrupted again, but this time her tormentors did quite the opposite: Trish started to lick and caress her nipples, and Lisa gently tongue-tickled and sucked her toes. But the clincher came from Lara, her long-time lover who knew her best: She, too, applied her tongue with incredible skill, while one finger playfully titillated her back entrance.

Now, that was clearly too much for Joan! With an unearthly cry that emerged deep from her guts, she convulsed and trembled in her love swing, losing touch with reality as shock wave after shock wave pulsed through her. Her upper body strained forward, she threw her head back repeatedly, while her hips bucked in crazy rhythm. Finally the first few climaxes were over, and Joan thought the would be released now.

Wrongo! Lara knew about the incredible increase of ticklishness after an orgasm, and she made extensive use of her experience. Again, the feather took command of the victim’s red-hot crotch, and Joan screamed in ticklish agony. Trish looked rather astounded at this reaction, but she quickly grasped the meaning. With her feathers, she resumed the nipple area tickling, and Joan’s intense wriggling brought a wide smile to her own face. Lisa took a bit longer to understand the situation, but finally she got it, too: Her stiff feather darted inbetween Joan’s delicate toes. The poor girl went nearly insane! As much as the treatment had tickled before her climax, it was nothing against the unbearable torment afterwards! Every single square inch of her sensitive skin tingled like hell, and in Joan’s shattered mind, the devil himself delivered the torment, his horns transforming to feathers of insanity.

Disbelieving her own body reactions, Joan realized that the super-intense ticklishness spurred up her lust again, and before long she broke the sonic-wall of her next orgasm, her continuous laughter distorted to hysterical cackles, and once more she almost broke the chains of her swing with her powerful rattling. This new row of orgasm surpassed the first one by far: it seemed to be stretched out to a long rubber band, and instead of several intermittent lust wave-crests, it developed to one single, never-ending ocean of lascivious rapture. She felt the world go black, and she slumped back limply into her swing, tiny trembles of the aftershock still convulsing through her, even in her unconsciousness.

When she woke up again after a few seconds, her former tormentors ware already untying her. Each of them hugged and kissed her lovingly, and despite her weakness she felt strangely relaxed and comfortable.

All the while, Jake had been sitting on his mock throne, fidgeting on his seat but unable to move half an inch. His carrot was bright red and burning, although he hadn’t touched it at all. The only thing that hurt him more than his forced yet unsatisfied erection was his utter humiliation: He who had always dominated women was now condemned to sitting and watching while the most incredible horny events happened around him! This was so unfair!!!

6) Lara

Oh, how Lara had enjoyed Joan’s delightful ecstasy! She had always possessed a strong lesbian streak, although the had her share of male lovers as well. Joan had been her lover for several years now, and through her, Lara had discovered her love for tickling. The petite brunette was more of a tickle-masochist, so Lara was happy to bring forward her dominant side without any problems. Later, they had gathered a small circle of other lesbian or bisexual girls around them, most of them immediately fascinated by the incredible power of tickling. It seemed to increase a woman’s lust and ecstasy, and it was so much fun. Besides, they all had experienced the feeling of total relaxation and happiness after a tickling session, and they had become addicted to it.

Not that she didn’t enjoy to get tickled as well. And so she addressed her present friends: “Okay, now I want some of the real action, too! What would you suggest?” Joan had recovered quickly from her previous dizziness, and she replied: “Well, we haven’t tickled Trish’s feet yet, and more important, we haven’t tickled you at all!” Swiftly, she poked Lara’s ribs before she continued: “What about our interlocking foot-tickling contraption?” Lisa’s eyes became wide: “What the hell is that?”

Smiling, Lara led them to the wall opposite to Jake’s ‘loveseat’. She touched a switch, and part of the wall swung down on hidden hinges. What had looked like an ordinary bookshelf before, transformed itself into a huge, square stowaway bed. There was one big single mattress on it, with some strange nooses near the corners. Lara asked Trish, undisturbed by the girl’s disbelieving eyes: “Ready for some foot-tickling fun?” Trish nodded, still trying to figure out how this thing might work. “Okay, Trish, you wouldn’t mind some sexual thrills along with it, sharing them with me, would you?” – “Oh, of course not, you’re so beautiful!” sighed the bewitched Trish. “But how – I mean what am I going to do here?” Lara grinned. “For now, just lie down on the bed and spread-eagle. The rest will come to your mind automatically.” Joan snickered: “Come indeed! You don’t know how lucky you are; Lara’s a real expert!”

As Trish still didn’t understand, she simply followed Lara’s order and spread-eagled on the bed. From a drawer, Joan fetched some chains and strange-looking leather shackles. She fixed the latter to Trish’s wrists and ankles, then she hooked them to the mattress nooses with chains. Meanwhile Lara had made herself comfortable on the bed as well, but at the opposite end. Lisa seemed to guess what this position was for, and she assisted Joan to tie Lara down. Before Joan fixated Lara’s left ankle, she helped her to push her left leg under Trish’s right one. Then, she connected Lara’s left ankle cuff with the shackle around Trish’s nearest wrist, and Lisa copied her actions on the other side of the bed. Finally, the chains were pulled tight to stretch out the prostrate, interlocking bodies.

Still, the preparations weren’t quite finished: Each big and third toe received a leather toe ring at one end of thinner chains. The other end was connected to the ankle shackle and pulled tight. This prevented the feet from curling quite efficiently. It even made sideway movements almost impossible, and it gave only room enough for a little wiggle. Joan wandered around the bed to double check all restraints, not without delivering a quick test tickle on each foot. “Ready we are!” she commented; “your wrist chains are long enough to tickle your opponent’s feet simultaneously now. We will ‘assist’ you by tickling your upper bodies. Lisa, do you want Lara or Trish?” – “Both!” the party blonde replied grinning. “We can reach both bodies if we kneel beside the hips.” Joan smiled. “Great idea! Now, let’s go! Action!”

First, they just watched Lara and Trish foot-tickling each other. Now Joan understood why Trish had denied them her feet before: They were easily her most ticklish spots. But Lara’s reaction showed that her own sensitivity wasn’t far behind. Her deep guffaws intermingled nicely with Trish’s high-pitched screams, and the other two girls giggled happily as they watched the scene. A veritable tickle-chorus!

But the foot-tickling had another interesting effect: As both victims tried to pull their feet away from the unbearable torture, their interlocked legs drew their abdomens nearer to each other until they finally touched at the most intimate area. Lara moaned with pleasure as Trish’s shaking laughter transmitted delicious convulsions to her lust center, while Trish realized the new sensation only much later; it was almost drowned out by the foot-tickling. She blushed, but soon she enjoyed the erotic element tremendously.

Their pubic hair even enhanced the stimulation: While Trish wore a thin, fluffy red fur, Lara had shaved her lower hair completely, except a small Charlie-Chaplin-moustache above the center. As this tiny remnant of strong, black pubic hair was cut quite short, it had the effect of a soft brush on Trish’s clit area, firing up her lust enormously. Soon, they concentrated on grinding their hips to produce the best stimulation, and they almost forgot about tickling each other’s feet.

That’s where Joan and Lisa came in handy: They jumped on the bed and positioned themselves on both sides of the hips. With wriggling fingers, they approached the victims’ tummy area, and both squealed in anticipation. Finally, the skilful torture instruments hit their targets, and another round of agonized laughter was opened. Their hips wriggled much more fervently than before, if only for a different reason. Once more, the intense tickling drowned out part of the erotic clit-to-clit stimulation, but as the pubic areas rubbed each other with much more pressure now, their arousal spiraled up continuously. The tickling alone would have been enough to get them hot and bothered, so it really added a lot of spice to their overall excitement. Both were helplessly horny, but helplessly tied up as well.

In her hilarious desperation, Lara just had to relieve her excitement by tickling somebody else, and she reached up to tickle Trish’s long, slender feet once more. The restraining leather toe-rings presented an ideal opportunity to sneak in under the tootsies. Trish almost lost her mind as this new sensation hit her, and after the first agonized screams, she began to tickle Lara’s feet with a vengeance. She had observed before that the outer rims of Lara’s soles seemed particularly ticklish, so she tried to elicit an even amount of hysteria from Lara’s voice. Still their hips wriggled and ground like crazy, and Trish felt her tummy muscles tighten. Without much forewarning, an immensely strong climax hit her out of the blue. The incessant clit-to-clit stimulation in concert with the ultimate toe-tickling must have caused that. But her accelerated hip convulsions effected some feedback on Lara’s pussy: She, too, came with a huge bang.

Joan had experienced the immense after-climax ticklishness just a little while ago, so she did her best to inflict the same treatment to her former tormentors. And Lara and Trish reacted as expected: Their laughter frequency went up to rather shrill overtones, straining their voice-bands considerably.

Through the cacophony of insane hilarity, Joan signaled Lisa to copy her actions. She moved her body up, nearer to Trish’s head, and straddled it. The loud laughter was now muffled by Joan’s already excited pubic mound, and as the tickling had reached Trish’s sensitive armpits by now, some violent head-shaking from the ticklee enhanced Joan’s lust. Lisa copied her and straddled Lara’s head. The experienced lesbian woman knew at once what was expected from her, so she licked Lisa’s clit as skillfully as her laughter allowed. Maybe the torment would end if Lisa reached her climax, Lara hoped. But for now, the blonde enjoyed Lara’s reaction to her rib and underarm tickling too much. From time to time she reached out to tickle Trish’s feet, which sent new shockwaves through the redhead, directly resulting in more stimulation for Joan, who sent them back by tickling Lara’s feet instantly.

Of course, the constant upper body and occasional foot-tickling still made the two tied-up girls buck their hips, and their own arousal increased anew. Lisa had never felt something like this treat before: tickling two bound girls, watching them get off in a leg-locker, while another girl got off by a ticklee guffawing into her snatch, and at the same time feeling an experienced lesbian’s tongue on her own clit, multiplied by the vibrations of agonized laughter. Incredible!

Trish, on the other hand, experienced the same scene from an entirely different angle: She couldn’t watch the other players, except Joan’s pert buttocks which trembled and twitched with lust. But this special kind of blindfold increased her touch-sensitivity greatly, so the tickling in her armpits and along her ribcage multiplied her helplessness. From time to time, an unseen hand tickled her arches and toes, and she always jumped at the unexpected additional touch. Oh well, she had been tickled before, but the lesbian leg-scissors were completely new to her, as well as having a moist, quivering pussy sitting right on her face.

The newness and uniqueness of her situation somehow transported her to a new level of lust. As torturous as the tickling may have felt, she had always known that she really needed that kind of stimulation for genuine satisfaction. The additional erotic elements caused her head to swim and become dizzy, and soon the familiar tingling crept up her spine once more. The fresh orgasm didn’t arrive as unexpected as the one before, and that made it immensely more enjoyable. Through the fog of her own lust, she could faintly hear the orgasmic cries of the other girls, and just as she reached the peak, Joan’s pussy pressed down on her mouth hard, vibrating in climactic convulsions.

A different chorus filled the room now, the sound of four girls in utter ecstasy, moaning and sighing and trembling, peaked by shrill laughter and mirthful giggling. As much as Jake would have enjoyed this concert normally, it set his teeth on edge right now. He had given up his fruitless attempts to free himself from the tight bondage quite a while ago, his muscles now over-strained and baby-weak. His whole body ached in unison with his hour-long erection, and all he could do was to sit and watch his dreams come alive. Oh, how he wished that he were able to participate somehow, but these diabolical yet gorgeous women had condemned him to helpless inactivity. Not even his worst enemies could have come up with a more sadistic punishment, Jake was dead-sure. How humiliating!

Meanwhile the four exhausted players had calmed down enough for Joan to open the next round: “Oh wow, that was fantastic! What do you think , Lara and Trish, could you come once more for us?” – “Oh no,” panted Trish, still out of breath, “that was too much for me already! I feel like having won the Boston Marathon!” Lara was clearly not agreeing with her, because she asked: “I could use another multiple orgasm, but only after a little break. Please!” Joan grinned: “So we have two different opinions, hmm. Let’s see who’s got the stronger arguments! Tickle each other’s feet once more, and the first to stop the tickling is the loser of this little disagreement…”

And so they did. Again the air was filled with ear-shattering laughter as skilful fingers dabbled over arches, sole rims, and toes. The whole contest went on for several minutes, but either Lara had the stronger will, or Trish’s feet were more ticklish than Lara’s. Whatever, at least the tickling had made Trish horny enough to drop her objections against a new climactic pleasure. She couldn’t concentrate on her own finger movements anymore, and that was the surrender signal.

Lisa and Joan clapped their hands in applause. Then Joan fetched a huge Japanese plug-in vibrator (a so-called ‘Magical Wand’) from a drawer and ordered the two bound girls to pull themselves apart a few inches, so that the device’s round head fitted between their pussies. “Close the gap now once more,” came her next order. Obviously she didn’t only have a submissive streak. The pelvic areas were now unable to touch each other, as the vibrator was between them. Joan switched it on, and it began its slow but incredibly strong purr. Trish screamed out; she had never felt something like this before, and she tried to pull her body away.

“No no no,” protested Joan, “get back here where the action is.” She helped Lisa to shift Trish’s body into the right position once more. To prevent further escape attempts, she straddled Trish’s hips to pin her down, and Lisa did the same with Lara. Now that the purr hit home again, Trish started to enjoy it. The vibrations tingled within her whole body, this gadget was unbelievable.

Suddenly she felt fingertips on her sensitive feet again: Lara really needed some additional titillation for real satisfaction, and she hoped that getting tickling would motivate Trish to deliver it as a revenge. Her calculation proved right, and the heavy laughter drowned out the drone of the pleasure-spender. Joan and Lisa had a perfect view to watch the vibrator’s action, as they had both straddled their victims to face each other. Soon they became very hot themselves, and they started to masturbate with one hand while holding and guiding the huge device with the other. The tip had some rubber knobbles which always presented new sensations to the ‘victims’ when they turned the shaft.

After a few minutes, Joan switched the vibrator to high speed, and not only the purr became louder instantly: the moans and sighs triumphed over the ticklish laughter now. The two ‘suppliers’ used their free hand to finger each other now, and the lust chorus jubilated again its ‘Praise the Climax’ hymn. A convulsing four-bodied snake in rapture raced through all imaginable stages and levels of ultimate ecstatic pleasure for a seemingly interminable span of time, finally transforming into utterly exhausted humans once more.

Jake was going insane with frustration. His manhood seemed to scent the female juices, and to feel the vibrations through the air. He raved and ranted is his helpless position, but his ties prevented his escape, and his shouts were muted to insignificance by his gag. That’s how he felt now: insignificant, powerless, useless, weak!

The girls vanished through a hidden door after Trish and Lara were released, and soon Jake heard the sound of a shower, the giggles and squeals turning him on even though he couldn’t see them horsing around. After a few minutes, the four returned, nude and still slightly moist, chattering away animatedly. “Now, how did you like this new experience?”, Lara asked Trish.

“Oh, as strenuous as it was, it was the most exciting time of my life so far!” replied the redhead enthusiastically. “Of course, Lisa and I had some tickling before, but this four-girl play with bondage was something else! I’d be so happy if we could repeat this some time real soon!” Joan laughed and commented: “Of course it’ll be our pleasure to invite you again, maybe with even more participants next time. Then you can experience a real tickle-orgy! And you’re delightfully ticklish!” she snickered and tickled Trish’s armpits while the girl held her hands up to comb her hair. “EEEK!!! You just wait, I’ll pay it back!” Trish squealed and attacked Joan’s ribs. Lisa and Lara joined in, and soon all four rolled around on the floor carpet in a silly tickle fight. Hands and feet and laughing faces and shaking, nude body parts, all mixed and rolled into an enormous pleasure ball.

Finally, they couldn’t take or give anymore, and they untangled, still giggling away. Slowly, they put on their clothes again, not without some mutual sneak tickle attacks from time to time. When they were ready, Lara took a sheet of paper and scribbled something on it. “What are you writing there?” inquired Lisa. Lara showed them, and they broke out in a new storm auf hilarity. With some Scotch Tape, she attached the sign to Jake’s hairy, heaving chest, and they left the basement, still giggling continuously.

Jake strained his neck to read the sign from above, and after a while, he could see why the girls had laughed so much at the post. It read:

“Thanks for letting us in, dear Peeping Tom!”

Epilogue

About two hours later, his security company called the police because their guard Jake Morrison hadn’t reported in one of his obligatory routine calls, and he couldn’t be reached in his car either. Two cops in their patrol car searched for his vehicle at all the checking points on Jake’s beat, and finally they discovered it at the back entrance of an empty industrial building. They searched the estate and found a naked man, obviously quite deranged and in an embarrassing state of sexual arousal, mumbling incoherent words after they had untied and ungagged him. The sign on his chest hinted that Mr. Morrison himself had let his attackers in, only to find himself overpowered and in a rather compromising position. He would have a lot to explain to the inspector, and to his boss.

Nevertheless, they helped him to find his clothes which were scattered over the whole basement. His purse had been emptied, and he couldn’t remember how much money was in it. Strangely, his gun was in his holster, untouched. Another thing to explain, as robbers would certainly have taken it, too.

They brought him to the police department and questioned him through the whole night, but they had to let him go eventually. On his way out, Jake searched his pockets for the small booklet he had found in the corner where the girls had put their clothes, and he started to leaf it through. Suddenly, his face broke into a huge, sadistic grin:

The booklet contained a lot of girl’s names and phone numbers, and soon he had found Lara’s, Joan’s, and Trish’s full names, along with their phone numbers, and on the first page he read: “In case you find this booklet, please return it to Lisa Turner, Phone…” He might just have lost another job, but he swore to himself:

HE WOULD MAKE THEM PAY FOR THAT!


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If you want to read my other short stories on erotic tickling, go to:
http://smartgroups.com/groups/halticklingclub1 (under ‘Files’)

Two full-size erotic tickling novels cater for even more fun (‘The Pleasure Paradise Club’ and ‘Space Ticklers’); they are available as e-publications from MTJPub:
http://www.mtjpub.com/enovels
 
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