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Part 2 of a 3 part series about two ticklers who fulfill their tickling desires on 2 poor, unsuspecting sisters.=
***series contains non-consensual tickle torture and some sexual content.
Part 2
Lily was in a particularly good mood this morning. She was looking forward to a welcome holiday weekend and enjoying the next 4 days off work. Other than a dance practice that evening, she had no obligation. No weekend plans except maybe hanging out with a few friends and getting some time to relax and be lazy. Her parents were away on a vacation in Amsterdam and she had the house to herself. She plopped down on the sofa and turned on the television as she ate her breakfast. Getting comfy, she kicked up her feet onto the table. Lily’s feet were a thin size 6 with longer than average toes which she wiggled as she inspected them. Her nail polish was chipped and grown out making her wrinkle her nose in a slight frown. “Hmm… that’s getting bad,” she thought to herself. She had always taken good care of her feet. As a dancer, she appreciated all her feet could do for her and understood the importance of caring for them. “I should get a pedi today.” That both would feel great and fit in nicely with her plans of relaxing. “Maybe Michelle would like to go as well.” Michelle, Lily’s older sister by nearly 4 years, had already moved out. They were still close and would regularly hang out. Like Lily, Michelle was a dancer too and they loved performing and practicing at the local dance hall. They even worked at the same company so Lily knew Michelle would be off work as well.
“That’s a great idea. I could use one, haha.” Michelle’s reply text read, and they agreed to meet in town at 11.
A couple hours later Lily was in town and almost at the sisters’ favorite nail salon. She had thrown on her comfy high-waisted black jeans to go with her pink crop top. Though she would usually pair this outfit with sneakers, she wore her sandals today as to not ruin the fresh polish. She laughed when she rounded the corner and saw Michelle wearing very nearly the same exact thing. Michelle’s black jeans matched her black hair and black sandals whereas Lily’s golden sandals matched her sandy blonde hair. Thankfully, Michelle had gone with a white top, so their matching did not look too planned. Michelle smiled and rolled her eyes as Lily walked up and they shared a hug. They greeted and chatted about their mornings as they entered the Salon. They were able to get seats next to each other as it was not too busy and both sisters let out a relaxing sigh and they each lowered their bare feet into the warm water.
“Honestly, other than practice tonight, this is it as far as my plans go. I know, I’m so boring.” Laughed Lily as she went over her long weekend plans with Michelle.
“Hehe, you’re more exciting than me right now. I hadn’t even planned this until you texted.” Michelle giggled as she reassured her sister. “But who cares, we’ve both been so busy lately we deserve to do nothing for a while.” It was true, between work and dance Lily’s schedule had been quite overwhelming recently.
She was about to respond to her sister when out of the corner of her eye she noticed the nail technician set out the cuticle trimmer and pick up the pumice stone. She had only a moment to try to brace herself when the rough and porous stone contacted her heel.
“AHHHH!” Lily shrieked as the stone scrapped along the outside of her foot. Quickly she covered her mouth and her face turned red with embarrassment. Her eyes slammed shut as her free hand gripped the armrest so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her body trembled has she fought to hold in her laughter and keep herself from kicking the poor technician.
Michelle only had a moment to take in her poor sister’s predicament when she felt her own bare heel contact that damn pumice stone. Michelle’s upper body slammed back into her chair as both of her hands gripped their respective arm rests with such force the chair began to creak. Michelle’s face contorted into ticklish anguish and she gritted her teeth to try to hold in what surely would have been gales of laughter. The nail technicians shot each other a knowing look but kept on scrubbing. Both sisters were extremely ticklish.
Michelle was no stranger to being tickled. She had been on the receiving end countless tickle attacks for as long as she could remember. It seemed that once people learned how ticklish she was, they made sure to experience it for themselves. When Michelle was younger, there was rarely an occasion when family or friends got together that did not have her screaming with laughter at some point. It usually followed a simple formula. One person would end up tickling her for one reason or another, but then, once she started laughing, the would-be ticklers would swarm on her like moths to the flame. Her shoes and socks (if she were wearing them) would come flying off as wiggling fingers descended on her helpless bare soles, armpits, ribs, neck, knees, thighs, and belly.
As she got older, she had hoped the tickle attacks would diminish when it turned out her little sister Lily was just as ticklish as she was, if not more, but it did not help at all. Once either one of them was tickled, the swarm of ticklers descended on the two of them. Both panicking sisters struggling in vain through hysterical laughter and screams as merciless hands tickled every ticklish inch of their bodies. Both girls were always the targets of tickle attacks from their own friend groups or would-be boyfriends trying to flirt throughout school. It was not until each sister graduated secondary school that the tickle attack finally subsided. Family had not tickled them in years and most interested young men had seemed to out-grow trying to flirt with tickles. Also, both girls had learned ways of steering wide of any potential tickle-attack situations. This came as huge relief to both sisters as they absolutely hated being tickled. Really, the only time they were ever tickled now was… pedicures.
The scrubbing finally ceased, and the sisters let out sighs of relief. Pedicures were, for the most part, a relaxing treat with the soak and massage, but that damn pumice stone was always a challenge they did not look forward to.
Michelle decided on a dark purple polish and looked over to notice a mint green being applied to her sister’s toes. Lily’s cute narrow feet and long toes were a near replica of Michelle’s own feet. The fact that they were both size 6 had been great because they could borrow each other’s shoes and knew they would fit perfectly. Although, it used to mean Lily would steal her shoes all the time when they were a younger.
As they left the salon, freshly painted toes gleaming in the sun, Michelle gave her sister another hug. “So, I’ll see you this evening?”
“I’ll be there,” Lily replied as she looked down at her wiggling toes, admiring the polish.
“How about we go out for some drinks afterward?” Michelle suggested, “I can pick you up too.”
“That would be lovely.” And the sisters went their separate ways.
John’s heart pounded as he went over the inventory again. He knew it was all there but, in his anxiousness, had packed, unpacked, re-packed, unpacked again, and started the process over yet once more. Rope, gags, blindfolds, cuffs, cameras, tripods, and everything else on the list that he and Aaron had spent hours meticulously pouring over. Everything they would need to enact and fulfill their deepest, darkest tickling fantasies on this poor sisters, Michelle and Lily.
John had been obsessed with Michelle since he first met a little over two year prior. He had worked for a large corporation a local processing facility. He had been working there for a little over a year and did not think too much of it. It was work and it paid ok. Work to live, don’t live to work he always thought. Then one day he was headed to lunch when he saw this gorgeous brunette wearing glasses and pants that were just barely loose enough to pass for professional, talking with one of the supervisors. He could tell she was a new, holding the same “new employee packet” he received over a year ago. He had not realized he had stopped dead in his tracks, mesmerized by this girl. Her big eyes focused on the supervisor, her hand gracefully twirling her long dark hair around a finger, he slender body stood with such poise and elegance he would not be surprised later to learn she was a dancer, and her… suddenly she had laughed at something the supervisor must have said. John was not standing too close but near enough to hear the beautiful melody that the woman’s laughter was. Her laugh was hearty and infectious, yet musical, and mirthful. Someone may have heard her laugh and smiled, someone else may have thought, she has a very pretty laugh, but John… to John a woman’s laughter meant something else entirely.
John, like Aaron, developed his love of tickling young. Neighborhood girls would inevitably find their shoes and socks removed and tossed away as John used their bare soles to bring forth peals of helpless laughter and begging. Of course, this behavior was written off as simply a young boy at play, but as John grew older, and more self-aware of his desire, like so many other tickle fetishists, he had to restrain and hide his desires. They lived and flourished in his mind. And his mind was afire when he first heard the brunette’s laugh.
Images of her naked convulsing body fighting at its restraints as she endured a relentless onslaught of tickle torture flashed through his mind as he stood there watching her.
“John, this is Michelle. Michelle, John.” The supervisor’s voice slapped John back to reality as he stared face to face with the gorgeous brunette, who was also clothed again… and without the shackles.
“Hello John, nice to meet you.” Michelle extended her hand and smiled at John, looking at him through her beautiful blue eyes.
“Hello Michelle, I need to know if you’re ticklish.” Well, he spoke the first part at least. The second he thought.
John and Michelle became work friends and they always talked for a least a little bit whenever they saw each other. Michelle’s little sister Lily even started working there about a year after her sister. Younger than Michelle but slightly taller, she too was a blue-eyed beauty and John thought of many scenarios where both sisters’ bare soles were at John’ tickling mercy… or rather, lack of mercy, but mostly it was Michelle who starred in his fantasies.
He recounted many of these tales to Aaron in their regular tickle chats. It was always refreshing and therapeutic having someone else who understood what it was like. To have these desires, these needs, that could never be expressed… could they?
John did not remember who exactly first suggested it but that felt like so long ago now. Aaron was on a train and would be there in less than an hour. Michelle, the object of his most devious tickling fantasies, would finally be his.
Aaron stepped off the train with his backpack and suitcase. He was here. He took a few deep breaths to help settle his nerves and walked off the platform. As he approached the street, he saw John standing next to a car with nice large trunk. He was scanning the faces of crowd that making its way from the station with just a hint of anxiousness about him. He finally locked eyes with Aaron, both men paused for a sigh before making their way toward one another.
“Aaron! Great to finally meet you.” John said as he extended his hand to shake.
“You too John.” As they shook hands, they just stared at each other for moment. It was a strange, strange but thrilling, feeling meeting his partner in crime for the first time in person. So much went unspoken between them but Aaron was sure John was thinking the same things. It is happening.
John helped load Aaron’s luggage into his car and they set off to his place. After the initially anxiety and mutual awkwardness of their first face to face meeting, it quickly became quite easy to talk with Aaron. They began with small talk about Aaron’s travelling and John gave some information about the town but soon the conversation was all tickling. It was so refreshing to chat about favorite models, techniques, and tickling videos with someone in person. By the time they got back to John’s place it seemed the nervousness had burned off and the only thing that remained was eager anticipation. Of course, all that talk about tickling, and feet, and girls made it so the men needed to part ways to separate rooms for a few… *ahem… private moment before returned to the living room to finalize plans. Aaron had connections with a hospital back home and was able to “procure” a few items that would help the sisters sleep while they were transferred to their accommodations for the weekend. Once they were all packed, they headed out to the fort to setup. Tables, chairs, cameras, and tools all put in place to save time later. When they finished, they stood back and admired their work. It was ready.
Michelle gave herself a kiss in the mirror as she finished applying her make-up. Thankfully, the dance hall had locker rooms and showers which allowed the girls to save time by not having to return home for going out. She wore her white trainer with black jeans and a white crop top. She was proud of her abs and liked to show off her fit belly when she could. She started dancing around her sister, who was finishing up her mascara, while singing along to the Britney Spears songs playing on her phone.
“Hurry up Lily,” Michelle whined in a teasing way at her sister. “I want to go crazy tonight! Haha.”
Lily, also showing off her belly in white jeans and a green halter top that she paired with black ankle boots, just giggled at her older sister and told her to stop making her laugh or she would have to start over. When she finally finished, she smiled and danced up to her sister as they both laughed.
The hall was empty now since the sisters had stayed to shower. They had both been going there for long enough that they were trusted to lock up themselves. Lily took their bags to the car while Michelle turned out all the lights. She closed the door behind her and gave it tug to make sure it locked. As she walked across the parking lot to her car, approaching from the driver’s side, she noticed that Lily was not in the passenger seat. She walked around the front and she saw Lily’s unconscious body lying next to the passenger side door. Before she could scream, a gloved hand covered her mouth and an arm went around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. She was pulled back against a man’s body and held firm. Frozen in terror for just a moment, she felt a tiny prick of pain in her neck before she tried fighting back with all her might. She tried to jump, kick, twist, anything to try to wriggle free, but the arms that held her would not budge. She frantically thought about what to do but her thoughts felt slow and disconnected. She was. If only she could. Oh no, Lily! She needed to… darkness consumed her.
John pulled up to the fort just behind Aaron. The terrain and overgrown foliage would easily hide the two cars, but he and Aaron would not rely on that alone. They would be covered in camouflaged netting once the sisters were secure inside. As he walked to the trunk of Michelle’s car, he could see Aaron gently lifting Lily’s limp body out of his trunk. They agreed earlier that it would be best to take one of the sisters’ cars from the parking lot to throw off any Law Enforcement. They had not anticipated any at all, but every loose end needed to be tied off. Fortune would have it that the girls had driven together, which meant that no car was left at the dance hall at all.
He opened the truck and stared. Michelle looked so beautiful, her soft skin, her black silky hair, her full red lips, adorable glasses. He watched her chest slowly rise and fall with each breath. She could be peacefully sleeping if John had not known she was drugged. A pang of guilt suddenly washed over him. What was he doing? She was his friend! How did this ever come so far? His heart started to race as he reached out to touch her. He felt her soft warm cheek. He slowly traced his fingers down her neck and shoulders. Down her arms and onto her ribs. Her ribs! He actually had his hand on her ribs, her hips. Her knees. Oh God and soon her feet! Almost instantly the guilt was gone. All the remained was desire. Cruel, selfish desire. He deserved her ticklish body! She deserved to be tickle tortured! Tickled tortured by him!
Aaron secured the last strap on Lily’s restrains as John finished up with Michelle’s. He wanted to admire his prize, but there was still work to do. The sisters would be out for a few hours which was good thing. They would need their rest for the long day he and John had planned for them. Hehe. He was glad he and John were able to sleep between preparations and execution. They cleaned out Michelle’s car and both trunks do destroy any evidence. They had prepped John’s car beforehand but did not have that luxury with Michelle’s. Though John was completely covered when he drove Michelle’s car, they needed to be extra careful. Once the cars were clean and covered, they went back inside.
Aaron and John stood next to each other and finally let themselves enjoy what all their planning, and hard work had brought. Before them lay Lily and Michelle, each bound on their own padded table. Their arms were outstretched above their heads and tied at the wrists then secured to the table. Their bare tummies fully exposed. Their ankles were bound together, and their feet were propped up just a few inches into stocks. Their shoes had remained on for now. Both Aaron and John had agreed that they wanted the girls to be awake when their shoes were removed and their socks were peeled away. Empathy was gone. Guilt was gone.
When Michelle woke it was still dark out. She felt a little drowsy but often did when she woke up well before dawn. She decided to roll over and… she couldn’t’ move. Her arms, they were above her head. Her wrists… bound. Bound! Suddenly everything came back to her as she became more and more aware of her surroundings. The parking lot. The hand over her mouth. Oh no! She had been abducted! Her ankles tied. The darkness… not darkness. Something over her eyes! Blindfolded! Lily unconscious! Oh Lily!
“Lily! Lily!” Michelle cried out into the blackness. Something, no, someone stirring beside her. “Lily?”
“Mi… Michelle? Wha…? I… I can’t move! Michelle! Michelle help me!” Lily screamed, terror in her words.
“Good morning girls.” The sudden unfamiliar male voice froze Michelle, heart gripped in fear. It must have done the same for Lily because she went silent as well. “We have a busy weekend of us.” MIchelle began to cry.
link to part 1 http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?320804-Fantasies-Fulfilled-mm-ff-(Part-1)
***series contains non-consensual tickle torture and some sexual content.
Part 2
Lily was in a particularly good mood this morning. She was looking forward to a welcome holiday weekend and enjoying the next 4 days off work. Other than a dance practice that evening, she had no obligation. No weekend plans except maybe hanging out with a few friends and getting some time to relax and be lazy. Her parents were away on a vacation in Amsterdam and she had the house to herself. She plopped down on the sofa and turned on the television as she ate her breakfast. Getting comfy, she kicked up her feet onto the table. Lily’s feet were a thin size 6 with longer than average toes which she wiggled as she inspected them. Her nail polish was chipped and grown out making her wrinkle her nose in a slight frown. “Hmm… that’s getting bad,” she thought to herself. She had always taken good care of her feet. As a dancer, she appreciated all her feet could do for her and understood the importance of caring for them. “I should get a pedi today.” That both would feel great and fit in nicely with her plans of relaxing. “Maybe Michelle would like to go as well.” Michelle, Lily’s older sister by nearly 4 years, had already moved out. They were still close and would regularly hang out. Like Lily, Michelle was a dancer too and they loved performing and practicing at the local dance hall. They even worked at the same company so Lily knew Michelle would be off work as well.
“That’s a great idea. I could use one, haha.” Michelle’s reply text read, and they agreed to meet in town at 11.
A couple hours later Lily was in town and almost at the sisters’ favorite nail salon. She had thrown on her comfy high-waisted black jeans to go with her pink crop top. Though she would usually pair this outfit with sneakers, she wore her sandals today as to not ruin the fresh polish. She laughed when she rounded the corner and saw Michelle wearing very nearly the same exact thing. Michelle’s black jeans matched her black hair and black sandals whereas Lily’s golden sandals matched her sandy blonde hair. Thankfully, Michelle had gone with a white top, so their matching did not look too planned. Michelle smiled and rolled her eyes as Lily walked up and they shared a hug. They greeted and chatted about their mornings as they entered the Salon. They were able to get seats next to each other as it was not too busy and both sisters let out a relaxing sigh and they each lowered their bare feet into the warm water.
“Honestly, other than practice tonight, this is it as far as my plans go. I know, I’m so boring.” Laughed Lily as she went over her long weekend plans with Michelle.
“Hehe, you’re more exciting than me right now. I hadn’t even planned this until you texted.” Michelle giggled as she reassured her sister. “But who cares, we’ve both been so busy lately we deserve to do nothing for a while.” It was true, between work and dance Lily’s schedule had been quite overwhelming recently.
She was about to respond to her sister when out of the corner of her eye she noticed the nail technician set out the cuticle trimmer and pick up the pumice stone. She had only a moment to try to brace herself when the rough and porous stone contacted her heel.
“AHHHH!” Lily shrieked as the stone scrapped along the outside of her foot. Quickly she covered her mouth and her face turned red with embarrassment. Her eyes slammed shut as her free hand gripped the armrest so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her body trembled has she fought to hold in her laughter and keep herself from kicking the poor technician.
Michelle only had a moment to take in her poor sister’s predicament when she felt her own bare heel contact that damn pumice stone. Michelle’s upper body slammed back into her chair as both of her hands gripped their respective arm rests with such force the chair began to creak. Michelle’s face contorted into ticklish anguish and she gritted her teeth to try to hold in what surely would have been gales of laughter. The nail technicians shot each other a knowing look but kept on scrubbing. Both sisters were extremely ticklish.
Michelle was no stranger to being tickled. She had been on the receiving end countless tickle attacks for as long as she could remember. It seemed that once people learned how ticklish she was, they made sure to experience it for themselves. When Michelle was younger, there was rarely an occasion when family or friends got together that did not have her screaming with laughter at some point. It usually followed a simple formula. One person would end up tickling her for one reason or another, but then, once she started laughing, the would-be ticklers would swarm on her like moths to the flame. Her shoes and socks (if she were wearing them) would come flying off as wiggling fingers descended on her helpless bare soles, armpits, ribs, neck, knees, thighs, and belly.
As she got older, she had hoped the tickle attacks would diminish when it turned out her little sister Lily was just as ticklish as she was, if not more, but it did not help at all. Once either one of them was tickled, the swarm of ticklers descended on the two of them. Both panicking sisters struggling in vain through hysterical laughter and screams as merciless hands tickled every ticklish inch of their bodies. Both girls were always the targets of tickle attacks from their own friend groups or would-be boyfriends trying to flirt throughout school. It was not until each sister graduated secondary school that the tickle attack finally subsided. Family had not tickled them in years and most interested young men had seemed to out-grow trying to flirt with tickles. Also, both girls had learned ways of steering wide of any potential tickle-attack situations. This came as huge relief to both sisters as they absolutely hated being tickled. Really, the only time they were ever tickled now was… pedicures.
The scrubbing finally ceased, and the sisters let out sighs of relief. Pedicures were, for the most part, a relaxing treat with the soak and massage, but that damn pumice stone was always a challenge they did not look forward to.
Michelle decided on a dark purple polish and looked over to notice a mint green being applied to her sister’s toes. Lily’s cute narrow feet and long toes were a near replica of Michelle’s own feet. The fact that they were both size 6 had been great because they could borrow each other’s shoes and knew they would fit perfectly. Although, it used to mean Lily would steal her shoes all the time when they were a younger.
As they left the salon, freshly painted toes gleaming in the sun, Michelle gave her sister another hug. “So, I’ll see you this evening?”
“I’ll be there,” Lily replied as she looked down at her wiggling toes, admiring the polish.
“How about we go out for some drinks afterward?” Michelle suggested, “I can pick you up too.”
“That would be lovely.” And the sisters went their separate ways.
John’s heart pounded as he went over the inventory again. He knew it was all there but, in his anxiousness, had packed, unpacked, re-packed, unpacked again, and started the process over yet once more. Rope, gags, blindfolds, cuffs, cameras, tripods, and everything else on the list that he and Aaron had spent hours meticulously pouring over. Everything they would need to enact and fulfill their deepest, darkest tickling fantasies on this poor sisters, Michelle and Lily.
John had been obsessed with Michelle since he first met a little over two year prior. He had worked for a large corporation a local processing facility. He had been working there for a little over a year and did not think too much of it. It was work and it paid ok. Work to live, don’t live to work he always thought. Then one day he was headed to lunch when he saw this gorgeous brunette wearing glasses and pants that were just barely loose enough to pass for professional, talking with one of the supervisors. He could tell she was a new, holding the same “new employee packet” he received over a year ago. He had not realized he had stopped dead in his tracks, mesmerized by this girl. Her big eyes focused on the supervisor, her hand gracefully twirling her long dark hair around a finger, he slender body stood with such poise and elegance he would not be surprised later to learn she was a dancer, and her… suddenly she had laughed at something the supervisor must have said. John was not standing too close but near enough to hear the beautiful melody that the woman’s laughter was. Her laugh was hearty and infectious, yet musical, and mirthful. Someone may have heard her laugh and smiled, someone else may have thought, she has a very pretty laugh, but John… to John a woman’s laughter meant something else entirely.
John, like Aaron, developed his love of tickling young. Neighborhood girls would inevitably find their shoes and socks removed and tossed away as John used their bare soles to bring forth peals of helpless laughter and begging. Of course, this behavior was written off as simply a young boy at play, but as John grew older, and more self-aware of his desire, like so many other tickle fetishists, he had to restrain and hide his desires. They lived and flourished in his mind. And his mind was afire when he first heard the brunette’s laugh.
Images of her naked convulsing body fighting at its restraints as she endured a relentless onslaught of tickle torture flashed through his mind as he stood there watching her.
“John, this is Michelle. Michelle, John.” The supervisor’s voice slapped John back to reality as he stared face to face with the gorgeous brunette, who was also clothed again… and without the shackles.
“Hello John, nice to meet you.” Michelle extended her hand and smiled at John, looking at him through her beautiful blue eyes.
“Hello Michelle, I need to know if you’re ticklish.” Well, he spoke the first part at least. The second he thought.
John and Michelle became work friends and they always talked for a least a little bit whenever they saw each other. Michelle’s little sister Lily even started working there about a year after her sister. Younger than Michelle but slightly taller, she too was a blue-eyed beauty and John thought of many scenarios where both sisters’ bare soles were at John’ tickling mercy… or rather, lack of mercy, but mostly it was Michelle who starred in his fantasies.
He recounted many of these tales to Aaron in their regular tickle chats. It was always refreshing and therapeutic having someone else who understood what it was like. To have these desires, these needs, that could never be expressed… could they?
John did not remember who exactly first suggested it but that felt like so long ago now. Aaron was on a train and would be there in less than an hour. Michelle, the object of his most devious tickling fantasies, would finally be his.
Aaron stepped off the train with his backpack and suitcase. He was here. He took a few deep breaths to help settle his nerves and walked off the platform. As he approached the street, he saw John standing next to a car with nice large trunk. He was scanning the faces of crowd that making its way from the station with just a hint of anxiousness about him. He finally locked eyes with Aaron, both men paused for a sigh before making their way toward one another.
“Aaron! Great to finally meet you.” John said as he extended his hand to shake.
“You too John.” As they shook hands, they just stared at each other for moment. It was a strange, strange but thrilling, feeling meeting his partner in crime for the first time in person. So much went unspoken between them but Aaron was sure John was thinking the same things. It is happening.
John helped load Aaron’s luggage into his car and they set off to his place. After the initially anxiety and mutual awkwardness of their first face to face meeting, it quickly became quite easy to talk with Aaron. They began with small talk about Aaron’s travelling and John gave some information about the town but soon the conversation was all tickling. It was so refreshing to chat about favorite models, techniques, and tickling videos with someone in person. By the time they got back to John’s place it seemed the nervousness had burned off and the only thing that remained was eager anticipation. Of course, all that talk about tickling, and feet, and girls made it so the men needed to part ways to separate rooms for a few… *ahem… private moment before returned to the living room to finalize plans. Aaron had connections with a hospital back home and was able to “procure” a few items that would help the sisters sleep while they were transferred to their accommodations for the weekend. Once they were all packed, they headed out to the fort to setup. Tables, chairs, cameras, and tools all put in place to save time later. When they finished, they stood back and admired their work. It was ready.
Michelle gave herself a kiss in the mirror as she finished applying her make-up. Thankfully, the dance hall had locker rooms and showers which allowed the girls to save time by not having to return home for going out. She wore her white trainer with black jeans and a white crop top. She was proud of her abs and liked to show off her fit belly when she could. She started dancing around her sister, who was finishing up her mascara, while singing along to the Britney Spears songs playing on her phone.
“Hurry up Lily,” Michelle whined in a teasing way at her sister. “I want to go crazy tonight! Haha.”
Lily, also showing off her belly in white jeans and a green halter top that she paired with black ankle boots, just giggled at her older sister and told her to stop making her laugh or she would have to start over. When she finally finished, she smiled and danced up to her sister as they both laughed.
The hall was empty now since the sisters had stayed to shower. They had both been going there for long enough that they were trusted to lock up themselves. Lily took their bags to the car while Michelle turned out all the lights. She closed the door behind her and gave it tug to make sure it locked. As she walked across the parking lot to her car, approaching from the driver’s side, she noticed that Lily was not in the passenger seat. She walked around the front and she saw Lily’s unconscious body lying next to the passenger side door. Before she could scream, a gloved hand covered her mouth and an arm went around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. She was pulled back against a man’s body and held firm. Frozen in terror for just a moment, she felt a tiny prick of pain in her neck before she tried fighting back with all her might. She tried to jump, kick, twist, anything to try to wriggle free, but the arms that held her would not budge. She frantically thought about what to do but her thoughts felt slow and disconnected. She was. If only she could. Oh no, Lily! She needed to… darkness consumed her.
John pulled up to the fort just behind Aaron. The terrain and overgrown foliage would easily hide the two cars, but he and Aaron would not rely on that alone. They would be covered in camouflaged netting once the sisters were secure inside. As he walked to the trunk of Michelle’s car, he could see Aaron gently lifting Lily’s limp body out of his trunk. They agreed earlier that it would be best to take one of the sisters’ cars from the parking lot to throw off any Law Enforcement. They had not anticipated any at all, but every loose end needed to be tied off. Fortune would have it that the girls had driven together, which meant that no car was left at the dance hall at all.
He opened the truck and stared. Michelle looked so beautiful, her soft skin, her black silky hair, her full red lips, adorable glasses. He watched her chest slowly rise and fall with each breath. She could be peacefully sleeping if John had not known she was drugged. A pang of guilt suddenly washed over him. What was he doing? She was his friend! How did this ever come so far? His heart started to race as he reached out to touch her. He felt her soft warm cheek. He slowly traced his fingers down her neck and shoulders. Down her arms and onto her ribs. Her ribs! He actually had his hand on her ribs, her hips. Her knees. Oh God and soon her feet! Almost instantly the guilt was gone. All the remained was desire. Cruel, selfish desire. He deserved her ticklish body! She deserved to be tickle tortured! Tickled tortured by him!
Aaron secured the last strap on Lily’s restrains as John finished up with Michelle’s. He wanted to admire his prize, but there was still work to do. The sisters would be out for a few hours which was good thing. They would need their rest for the long day he and John had planned for them. Hehe. He was glad he and John were able to sleep between preparations and execution. They cleaned out Michelle’s car and both trunks do destroy any evidence. They had prepped John’s car beforehand but did not have that luxury with Michelle’s. Though John was completely covered when he drove Michelle’s car, they needed to be extra careful. Once the cars were clean and covered, they went back inside.
Aaron and John stood next to each other and finally let themselves enjoy what all their planning, and hard work had brought. Before them lay Lily and Michelle, each bound on their own padded table. Their arms were outstretched above their heads and tied at the wrists then secured to the table. Their bare tummies fully exposed. Their ankles were bound together, and their feet were propped up just a few inches into stocks. Their shoes had remained on for now. Both Aaron and John had agreed that they wanted the girls to be awake when their shoes were removed and their socks were peeled away. Empathy was gone. Guilt was gone.
When Michelle woke it was still dark out. She felt a little drowsy but often did when she woke up well before dawn. She decided to roll over and… she couldn’t’ move. Her arms, they were above her head. Her wrists… bound. Bound! Suddenly everything came back to her as she became more and more aware of her surroundings. The parking lot. The hand over her mouth. Oh no! She had been abducted! Her ankles tied. The darkness… not darkness. Something over her eyes! Blindfolded! Lily unconscious! Oh Lily!
“Lily! Lily!” Michelle cried out into the blackness. Something, no, someone stirring beside her. “Lily?”
“Mi… Michelle? Wha…? I… I can’t move! Michelle! Michelle help me!” Lily screamed, terror in her words.
“Good morning girls.” The sudden unfamiliar male voice froze Michelle, heart gripped in fear. It must have done the same for Lily because she went silent as well. “We have a busy weekend of us.” MIchelle began to cry.
link to part 1 http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?320804-Fantasies-Fulfilled-mm-ff-(Part-1)
