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Tickling on the Road - by Kutyo ([email protected])
(originally found at the newsgroup alt.sex.fetish.tickling)
Part Two of Two
Beth's fingers pinched and diddled the soft skin of her tummy, instantly finding her belly button. One finger poked into the defenseless navel while the others roved, nails scratching along the tender skin. Danni tried to clutch the intruder fingers with her free hand, but she couldn't get under her own shirt to stop them. Beth probed her belly button with a forefinger while squeezing her tummy with the other fingers of that hand, and her other hand went to Danni's flank and scratched the responsive skin there. Danni's laughter rose to fill the kitchen, echoing off the linoleum and the tiles, filling Beth's ears with the sweet sound of tickle torture. Beth tickled faster, as fast as she could, determined to make Danni pee her pants.
Becky fell to the floor, her arm held over her head by the cuffs, and Tammi scrubbed her armpits for a few seconds through her shirt. Her cousin was helpless in her hysteria, babbling pleas for mercy between a sudden round of hiccups, so Tammi had the chance to take the hem of her top and pulled it up, baring her belly and breasts. The shirt entangled her arms and neck, and Tammi left it hanging around her shoulders and over her face. Presented with the irresistable opportunity to play with her bare armpit and naked boobies, Tammi took it and ran her fingers up her side into that open underarm. Becky thrashed, but Tammi sat in her lap and tickled, making her buck beneath her. "T-Tammeee, pleeeze! Hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaa!" she begged through her shirt. "Hahahahahaaaaa! St-st-stop! Hee hee hah hah hah hah hah!"
"Not on your life, Cousin! This is paybacks! Tickle, tickle! Tickle your armpits!" And she did, both at the same time. "Tickle your boobies!" And she did, running her nails lightly around each breast, one after the other, concentrating on the undersides.
Driven into helpless, squirming laughter by Beth's ministrations, Danni's strength gave out entirely and she fell, too. Beth went down with her and straddled her. She pulled her shirt out the rest of the way and attacked her flanks again, this time with both hands. With one side open with her arm up, and the other defended only by a weakened free hand, Danni couldn't stop the horrific tickling. Beth kept going, pinching and scratching the firm, but pliable, flesh at her sides, alternating with quick grabs for her ribs. Danni kicked, feet flailing, boobs bouncing free from her shirt. Beth loved the sight of the freckled boobies dancing on Danni's struggling chest, the nipples hard and erect. She caught a nipple in her mouth and sucked it hard while continuing to tickle, and a new strain grew in her captive's laughter.
"Ah hah hah hah haaaa!" Danni screamed, perspiration and tears running down her reddening cheeks. "Ahhhh-G-G-God, stop! Stop, st-s-top, stop! P p-p-pleeeeeeeze, stop! Hah hah hah hah haaa--hahahahahaahaaaaa! I-I n never t-t-t-t-t-tickled you--hah hah ahahahahahahahahahaha!--this b-b b-b-b-b-b-b-baaaaaad! Hah hah hah hahahahahahaha!"
"No, you tickled me worse! Koochie, koochie, coo! Koochies on your ribs! Koochies on your tummy! Koochies in your belly button! Tickle Danni, tickle Danni! Tickle her til she pees!" Beth worked her fingers up and down the sides of her thrashing body, pleased by Danni's helpless struggles. She was at least as ticklish as Tammi was, maybe even more so.
In the midst of her ticklishness, Danni remembered what Tammi had reminded her of. "Someday someone will tie me up and tickle me..." Now it was happening, and Beth was her tormentor! She collapsed under the girl, laughing and wriggling, helpless.
Beth lay out on her, pinning her, and ran her tongue up and down the cleft between her jiggling breasts while ravaging her ribs. New laughter exploded from Danni, high-pitched and supremely desperate. Her head thrashed side to side, and her free hand pounded the floor in agony. Her feet kicked high into the air, lifting Beth and sliding her face into her bosom. Beth sucked and nibbled on her breasts and tortured her ribs.
The need appeared and immediately relieved itself. Danni's bladder, which she had not even known was full, contracted on itself and emptied itself into her pantie and jeans. Beth felt the wet spot grow into a big circular damp region on Danni's crotch, and laughed at it. "Made you pee!" she taunted, sitting up, but not getting off her. She pinched two ribs, and Danni squeaked. "How're you doing Tammi?"
Tammi had reversed herself in Becky's lap and was tickling Becky's bare feet. She answered while gently scratching the soles and pinching the toes. "Oh, I'm fine! Lotsa fun!"
"You said it. Tickling's great, as long as you're not on the receiving end, right Danni?" Another pinch made her victim squeal.
"P-please...please, Beth...stop..." she breathed. "...inhuman..."
"Inhuman nothing. Just wait! Tammi?" Beth cocked her head towards the front door.
Tammi nodded energetically.
Leaving Danni cuffed to the fridge, Tammi tickled Becky into unconsciousness while Beth went into the back of the house to put on some clothes. She went through the twins' bags until she found a pink pair of panties and a pair of jeans with a D monogrammed on the knee. She liked the thought of wearing Danni's clothes, and put them on. The jeans were much too big for her, but she rolled the leg hems up until her ankles showed, and used a belt on the second to last knotch to keep them up.
She found a button-front blouse in Danni's bag and put it on. Instead of buttoning it she knotted it to cup her tits, and looked in the full-length mirror on the door. Her slender cleavage showed white and smooth, exposed by the open top, and the knot rode high enough to leave her midriff and belly bare. She tugged the hip-huggers down until her belly button showed, knowing now it wasn't in danger of being tickled.
She used both hands to shift her breasts under the blouse until she was sensuously comfortable. She had never worn anything so sexy, but, in the persistent afterglow of her thirty-minute orgasm marathon, she wanted to look and feel as sexy as possible. She primped her hair and went back into the kitchen.
Becky's cries were silent, her mouth hanging open with dribbles running down her chin, as Tammi tickled her feet with her nails. Beth was just in time to see the blonde-haired Arcadia faint under her cousin. Her blue eyes closed in the blissful reprieve of unconsciousness and she went limp against the refrigerator door.
"Let's go!" Tammi said, sparing an appreciative look at Beth. "You look good in that, Beth. Sexy girl."
"Thanks!"
It wasn't as difficult as Beth had originally thought it would be. They left Danni cuffed to the fridge and uncuffed Becky. They carried her outside and lay her on the porch. Beth cuffed her hands behind her back and sat on her with her hands on her ribs, just in case, while Tammi got a ladder out of the garage. Tammi set it up next to the van, then ran back inside to collect the rope from the Monopoly game.
Beth had to tickle Becky back into unconsciousness when she woke up while Tammi was out back. Once she was back in Never-Never Land, they carried her to the ladder and, with a lot of tugging and pulling and putting their backs to the task, they succeeded in lifting her onto the top of the van. Tammi used the Nylon rope to bind her hand and foot to the ski rack while Beth went back inside to tickle Danni until she fainted.
While they hefted Danni up onto the van, a grey-haired neighbor in a sunhat peeked at them over the hedges. His garden hose wandered from his flowers and onto his driveway. Adjusting her hold on Danni, Tammi waved. "Afternoon, Mr. Anderson. Nice to have all this sun after the snow, isn't it?"
Mr. Anderson nodded. He watched as Beth put her shoulders under Danni's butt and pushed up with her legs. Tammi lifted with her hands under the limp girl's armpits. "How's Mrs. Anderson?" she asked.
"Fine," he answered. He watered his driveway while they got Danni onto the roof of the van. "Is she all right, young lady?"
"Just fine, Mr. Anderson," Tammi replied.
"Is he gonna call the police or something?" Beth asked as they bound Danni to the ski rack next to Becky.
"Nah. He's a nice old guy, and minds his own business. Likes to watch pretty girls, though. See how he's looking at you?"
Beth blushed and looked at Mr. Anderson. She waved and gave him a big smile. He nodded to her, but his grizzled expression didn't change.
"Becky's caught him watching her in the hot tub from his backyard. I don't think he gets any from Mrs. Anderson anymore."
Beth felt naughty enough to move to where Mr. Anderson would see, and bent down low. The blouse fell away and her breasts dangled free. She glanced up and saw him looking. She smiled and blew him a kiss. A second later he dropped the hose and hurried back inside his house.
They finished tying Danni, arms over her head and legs straight and spread a little, feet facing the front of the van. Becky was likewise tied, and wriggled restlessly when her eyes opened. "What? What's going on?" She tugged on her wrists and ankles. "What are you two doing? Are we on top of the van?! What's going on?"
Beth sat back on the roof and played with Becky's trapped toes while Tammi climbed down and went inside the house. Between giggles, Becky pleaded, "B-Beth, p-p-please, let m-me--hee hee hee hee heeee!--let m me go! What're are you g-g-g-gonna d-do to us?! Hee hee heeeee-eeee!"
Danni woke up and strained against her bonds, then thrashed when Beth ran a fingernail up and down an instep. Beth kept tickling their feet as Tammi climbed back up on the roof with a pair of scissors and started cutting their clothes off.
"P-p-pleeeze!" Danni cried, "st-stop! Hee hee--hah hah ha ha! D-don't do this! D-d-don't leave us up here n-n-naked! Ha ha ha ha!"
"Oh, we're not leaving you anywhere, Danni," Beth said while she traced circles on her sole. "We're going into the town."
"Wh-what? Wh-wh-what are you g-gonna do?! P-please! Hee hee heee hee hee heeeheeee!"
"That's a surprise!" Beth told her. As she teased their feet, and when Tammi's back was turned while she snipped Danni's shirt off her, Beth glanced at the leftover rope and hoped it was enough.
Once the girls were both naked, their pink bodies glistening with nervous perspiration in the sunshine, Tammi looked at Beth. "There, now we're set."
"Where's the car wash?" Beth asked.
Tammi gathered up the rope and the scissors as she said, "On Main Street, just past Redwood. Next to a Shell station."
"Thanks!" Beth lunged forward and barreled Tammi down. The redhead landed heavily on her back, and Beth pounced on top of her. Her fingers flew over her ribs, and Tammi exploded into hysterics. Like her sister before her, Tammi succumbed to the weakness prolonged laughter brought, and within minutes, couldn't fight as Beth looped the ropes around her hands and feet. Once the knots were pulled tight, Beth cut her clothes off her, too, and climbed down. She ignored their protests, put the ladder away, locked up the house, and got into the driver's seat.
Mr. Anderson watched through his bedroom curtain as the van pulled away.
Business was slow at the Wash 'N' Go Car Wash. Ned Bagley hadn't picked up the soap sprayer or punched the On button for almost three hours. The snow and the rain that had followed had done a good enough job of washing everybody's car, so he sat at the little stained desk catching up on his comic book reading. He wasn't worried, he got paid, customers or not.
Ned heard the engine before he saw the van pull into the concrete driveway of the wash. He got up, put on the blue cap with the sparkling car embroidered on it--his manager told him to wear it or he'd be fired--and walked outside.
The van was clean, a cherried job with chrome hubcaps, tinted windows, and some amateur airbrushing on the side. "Hi. Get a wash for you, today?"
The driver was a perfectly adorable brunette with long wavy hair and dark flashing eyes. "Hi, there." Her face dimpled with a beautiful smile that made Ned's day worth living out. "How much for a good thorough wash?"
Ned picked up the laminated price chart, something he'd never bothered to memorize. "Twenty-five for the basic cleaning, ma'am, and our Crystal Clean Service, which includes, um, the full automatic wash plus a vacuum of the interior and inside-and-out window cleaning and treatment with our patented, um, patented SuperFresh new car smell'll run you thirty five, plus tax."
"Okay, gimme that, then." The brunette dug into a pocket and pulled out a couple of twenties. "I won't need all the interior stuff, just the outside, okay?"
"Whatever you want, ma'am." He took her money, and as he turned towards the cash register, he saw a hand and a foot dangling from the edge of the roof of the van, tied to the ski rack. Stopping, he also heard muffled cries for help. "Uh, ma'am, what's going on?"
Beth Cordova just smiled. "Nothing. Just need a wash."
"But there's someone on your roof!"
"Actually, there's a few someones up there, but--" She pulled out a fifty, courtesy of the twins' ATM card, and handed it to him. "Our secret? Pretty please?"
"I don't know, ma'am. I mean, if something's going on, and they need help..."
She gave him another fifty.
Ned saw significant additions to his comic book collection. Back issues available only at the specialty shop in Klamath Falls, valuable back issues he'd never been able to buy. Before. He pocketed the cash. "Yes, ma'am."
Tammi strained against her bonds, gagged with a pair of Beth's panties duct-taped in her mouth. Danni and Becky, similarly gagged, struggled uselessly.
"Thank you!" Beth said, and drove the van into the front of the automatic wash tunnel. She set it in Neutral and felt the wash's slider engage the front wheel.
Ned, the hundred dollars already burning a hole in his pocket, unholstered the soap sprayer and used it to wet down the van. The brunette flashed him a cute smile and waved when he pushed the On button and sent her into the tunnel.
Ned watched the hand and foot struggle as the van disappeared. He shrugged. For a hundred dollars, he'd ignore his own mother. He went back inside to write up a list of the collectibles he would get at the specialty shop.
Beth popped a Pepsi and enjoyed the local classic rock station as the hanging soap-laden fabric strips jostled their way toward the windshield. She only wished she hadn't had to gag them, because she would've loved to hear the screams.
Danni was the first to realize what Beth was going to do to them. Strapped naked to the ski rack, she'd looked down between her bare breasts and watched the streets, trying to figure out where Beth was taking them. She'd been afraid that, in her lust for revenge, Beth was going to take them to a mall and put them on display and maybe offer to let strangers tickle them. She herself had done something similar to Tammi many years ago, when she had tied her to a tree and charged their friends each a dollar to tickle her feet for ten minutes.
But what Beth actually had in mind was far worse! Danni screamed into the gag her own panties made, and bucked as hard as she could when she saw broad strips of fabric, motorized and slick with soapsuds, dangling in front of the van. Beyond them was a gauntlet of spinning brushes, all automatic, all unfeeling, all merciless.
Danni looked over at her bound sister, and Tammi's eyes were wide with fear. Becky closed hers in fear.
The strips agitated side to side, driven by an unseen whirring motor, as the slider nosed the van gently into them. They lathered industrial strength soap on the chrome bumper, headlights, and grill; then another push from the slider inched the van forward so the windshield came under the soapy strips.
Danni struggled desperately and her limbs tensed with the urgency to escape. Her bare feet, ankles tightly tied with nylon to the front rim of the rack, disappeared into the shadows under the car wash's canopy. She saw the strips advance up over the driver's cab and onto the roof, heading ever nearer to her helpless feet.
Tammi and Becky cried out, but their shrieks were muffled by taped panties and the high-speed machinery around them. Danni couldn't believe that jerk of an attendant had been so easily bribed. He deserved at least a good kick in the nuts for what he'd done, and Beth deserved a week of torture for what she was doing--
Danni spasmed when a dangling strip stroked the bottoms of her feet, leaving soapy streaks across her soles and the tips of her toes. Tammi twisted helplessly, making her breasts jump and bobble, when her feet received the same treatment, and Becky's fists balled, white-knuckled, as the soft, cushiony fabric rasped across her insteps.
The strips slid back and forth across Danni's footsies, igniting ticklish sensations along all the nerve endings of her peds. She tried to ignore it, to call upon that ever-elusive chi her martial arts instructor had tried to teach her about for the strength to withstand it, but the strips swung back and forth, incessantly rubbing her feet until she laughed into the panties. Her hips squirmed and her thighs twitched, and her own boobies bounced like Tammi's.
The strips slipped up Danni's shins, leaving swirls of soap behind as they danced over her knees and up along the curves of her thighs. One errant strip found its way between her legs and stroked the insides of her thighs as it swung side to side, making Danni's muzzled laughter leap into squealing hysteria. She squirmed, trapped under the strips as they swung over her, moving slowly and agonizingly up her strapped legs, getting closer to her defenseless pussy and belly.
Danni screamed anew when the strip rubbed against her open pussy, teasing the tender lips. Her butt came off the roof and she threw her hips around, trying to get the strip off her most sensitive of spots before it touched her clit, trying to bounce it off her, but the soap film on the strip stuck to the soap film on her skin and glued the strip to her.
Another moment, and the strip swung over her clit. Her pleasure bud twitched, and she cried out again. The suds prickled across it, tickling it and the membranes around it, filling her lower body with titillating itches and teasings. Her anus winked, and her nipples rose hard and full on the crests of her breasts. A girl's clit shouldn't have been subjected to such torment, but the car wash didn't know that, and the strip swept over it repeatedly until it stood stiff and throbbing, in the midst of a tortured pussy. Then it left, on its way up to her belly, leaving the clitty aroused and alone.
The panties in Tammi's mouth were soaked with her drool, but the perspiration that had broken out on her tummy was swept away by the strips when they came up and over her naked stomach. Her clit had been teased as Danni's had, and trembled in her pussy. The pliable fibers in the strips scratched softly along her tingling skin, tickling up her tummy, over her belly button, and onto her midriff.
Becky howled silently when the strips fell on her breasts and massaged them. Her nipples popped up hard and swollen, and her titties bobbed as she thrashed at the touch of the strips in her armpits. All three girls cried out, then relaxed as the strips fell behind the van.
In the cab, Beth grinned. "How'd you like that, girls?" She asked, though she knew they couldn't hear her. "But wait--here come the scrubbers! Hee hee hee!" She took a drink of her soda and sat back, imagining what they looked like, tied and squirming on the roof.
Danni yelped when she saw the spinning scrubber brushes descend on the van. Two came in from the sides, spinning perpendicular to the van to clean the sides, and one long roller came down from above to clean the front and the roof.
She heard her sister's scream even through the gag and above the roar of the machinery.
On item #12, Ned stopped, and thought he heard a cry of despair from the car wash. But then he fingered the two fifties on the desk, and went back to the list.
The side brushes went by first. Infrared sensors sent the brushes inward until their long bristles whipped against the sides of the van, thumping hard at 120 rpm. It was Danni's left foot, tied at the edge of the roof, that received the brushes' attention first, along with Tammi's right foot on the other side. The twins exploded into squealing, gagged laughter when they felt the bristles whistling by over their toes and tender insteps.
Becky thanked whatever deities controlled her fate that she'd been tied in the center. Her cousins, on either side, bucked and writhed under the automated tickling torture of the brushes, screaming louder and louder as the brushed moved up their legs to their hips.
Danni and Tammi shied back from the brushes when they touched the crests of their hips, smashing themselves in against Becky. She heard their frantic laughter and felt their squirming bodies against her own as the brushes spiraled up to their flanks. The soft flesh of each girl's side trembled and shook under the gentle, teasing whipping. Rose-colored blushes spread from where the brushes touched them, making pinkish tracks that glowed under the soap that now covered the twins.
Danni struggled helplessly and her mind shattered under the relentless tickling of the brushes, which now swept up along the left side of her ribcage. Each new spin, each new touch of each bristle was a new torment, and there were two new torments each second. The bristles spun along her ribs, and the mechanized sped at which they rotated made certain each rib was tickled at least four to six times, and the space between ribs was teased almost as many times.
The soap left on her face by the soap strips loosened the duct tape on Tammi's mouth, which came off and fell away. She spat out the panties and an instant later the tunnel was filled with helpless, frenetic laughter that escalated to an animalistic cry of ticklishness when Tammi's ribs came under the bristles. She twisted, turned, and repeatedly slammed her butt down on the roof in her mad need to escape the ongoing tickling, but Beth's knots were as tight as Danni's ever were. She was held captive as a machine unthinkingly tortured her.
Becky enjoyed their hysterics, thrilling when Danni's gag came off and liberated an avalanche of keening laughter from her mouth. She had always loved how the twins laughed, and now they laughed helplessly on either side of her, driven into instant insanity. It almost made the ordeal with the soap strips worthwhile.
Her own gag slipped off and she spat out the panties. "Koochie, koochie, Cousin!" she shouted in Danni's ear. "Tickly ribs, tickly ribs!"
"F-f-f-fuck you! Hah hah ha ha ha ha haaa!" Danni tried to answer. "Hah hah ha hah ha hah hah hah hah haaaaaa!"
"Bet this is the cleanest YOUR ribs have ever been, Tammi!" Becky said.
"Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ohhh--ohh, sh-sh-sh-shut up! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Y-y-your turn's c-c-c-c-coming! L-l-l-look! Hah ha ha ha ha ha- hahahahahahaha haaaaa!"
Becky raised her head up and looked. The center roller drew near. "Oh, my God! No! No, Beth, stop it! Stop the car wash! Please! Oh, God, pleeeze! Beth, stop it! Stop it!"
Beth smiled to herself. She opened a bag of Gummi Worms she'd bought at a Safeway with the twin's money and popped a colorful gelatinous worm into her mouth.
The roller was thick with damp bristles, shorter than the bristles on the side brushes, but packed at much greater density. It descended on them, not yet spinning, and six sets of ticklish toes were engulfed by the bristles. To each girl it felt as though the bristles were made of silk or velvet, they were so soft and gentle against their toeprints. Tammi giggled. "Oh, please..." she begged.
The slider pushed the van forward again, and the roller began to turn. The first few turns were slow, and their tootsies were caressed just enough to make them giggle. But once the motor warmed up and the roller clicked into high speed, and the bristles stood straight out from their roots and whirred over the wriggling toes.
Tammi shrieked with all the air in her lungs when she felt the bristles whip between her toes. She tried to keep them bunched together, to protect the terribly tender webbing between them, but the bristles teased the balls of each tootsie, and that tickling forced her toes to splay in instinctive anguish. "Ahhhhh-hah hah hah hah ahahahahaaaa! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Becky's reprieve was over and her feet, too, were tortured by the roller. She bucked between her cousins, her jerking hips banging into theirs, as she struggled with all her fading strength to somehow escape the intolerable tickling.
The rpms against her toes almost made Danni pee. She didn't know how she held her water against it, but breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the roller moved up over her shins.
The relief, of course, turned into new screams when then roller touched and cleaned her knees. The slider pushed the van forward in surges, and each surge placed the roller at a new ticklish spot--first the feet, then the knees, then their bare tummies.
Tammi's navel came under the ruthless teasing of a line of bristles that rotating directly above it. Each bristle extended down into the dimple to touch the unbearably sensitive skin at the bottom, then whipped against the lower wall of the tiny shaft before lifting away. This happened 120 times a minute, and lasted for two minutes. Tammi had never known such torture, even at the hands of Cousin Sammi, who'd made her pee more than once.
Danni's tummy wriggled defenselessly under the onslaught, but however she moved, uncounted bristles skittered over her belly, scratching each and every square millimeter of bare skin. But Danni's true torment began when the van surged against and brought her breasts under the roller.
Golden, steaming pee erupted from Danni's crotch at the first touch of the bristles on the undersides of her boobies. Her breasts were utterly helpless under the roller, which treated them to a full scrubbing, which included raking the bristles along the undersides, up over the throbbing, pointed nipples, and down along the freckled cleavage. Danni's pee-pee stream bounced around in a crazed fountain pattern as she writhed.
Beth noticed the splattering of yellow on the windshield, and held up her Pepsi in a toast. "To you, whichever Arcadia who just went pee-pee! Take that!" She drank.
Danni's eyes rolled back as her nipples were tortured endlessly, before the van went forward again.
Becky's armpits, so recently tickled by Tammi, now fell under the roller's horrifying auspices. The bristles seemed to expand to fill the vulnerable hollows, and her hands and feet spasmed helplessly. "Hee hee heeeeee! Hah Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! St-st-st-stop, p-p-pleeeze! I'll d-d-do anything! Anything! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaa!"
A few seconds of motorized armpit tickling drove the pee from Becky's bladder, covering the windshield and roof with spider-webs of amber. Even then, the tickling didn't stop, but went on and on and on.
Somehow, maybe because of all the cousins, she'd been tickled the most and had the highest endurance, Tammi got through the roller without wetting herself. Her laughter screeched long and loud as her underarms were tortured, but the only water on her was from the car wash as the roller finally receded behind them.
The Arcadias collapsed on the roof, wet from water and other things, their pink bodies glowing with reflected light and ticklish tingles. Danni's eyes stayed closed, and she didn't think she could stand to see if anything else in this diabolical wash awaited them. Tammi and Becky looked, and saw the metallic flanges of the dryer coming up.
Beth put her soda in the beverage holder and drove the van out of the tunnel, not wanting to subject the girls on top to the dryer. The heat would surely burn them, and Beth didn't want to hurt them. Just to teach them a lesson that what goes around comes around.
So she quickly drove through the dryer and came around again, and drove into the tunnel again.
"No! No, please!" Becky cried. "Not again! Beth, why are you doing this?!"
"Please, Beth, pleeeze!" Tammi begged. "We'll be nice to you from now on!"
"We swear," Danni testified, "we won't EVER tickle you again! We won't even touch you! We'll leave you alone! Please, please, please, not again! Oh, I beg you, Beth--"
Ned came out of the office. "Is everything all right, ma'am? Something wrong?" He couldn't resist glancing up.
A red-haired freckled face peered down at him. "Please, please, don't let her do this to us again! I'll give you anything you want--wanna fuck me? I'll fuck you, if you just stop her! Please! I'll suck your cock--"
Beth pulled out another fifty bucks. "Listen, I don't think the van got entirely clean on the first run-through. Mind if I take it through again?"
Ned considered the offer from the girl tied to the roof, but then wondered how much an offer from a girl tied to a roof really meant. He took the money. "Yes, ma'am, whatever you want."
"Thank you," Beth replied. "And, would it be possible to stop the car wash at the place when the big roller comes down on the roof? Roof's awfully dirty."
"Please..."
Ned nodded. "Sure, thing, ma'am."
"Ahhhhh--hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Danni screamed, her bladder convulsing on itself even though it was empty.
"Hee hee hee hee! Hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa!" Becky shrieked, toes flexing and stretching in anguish.
"Hee hee--hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa!" Tammi cried, helplessly thrashing under the roller.
The bristles were on their breasts again, but this time they didn't leave. Three pairs of Arcadia boobies shook and jiggled under the roller, and three pairs of nipples were as hard as rock candy.
Beth fished out the last Gummi Worm from the bag, a yellow-and-orange and-red one, and threw the bag in the back. She sat back in the driver's seat and listened to the breathless, continuing laughter of her former tormentors, and wished she could tape it to listen to later. She wanted to remember this.
Danni would never forget it. She'd never been tortured like this before, tied helplessly to the roof of a van and placed under a whirring bristle brush. Her boobies, now pink and soapy, bounced in captivity as the bristles scrubbed them hard and fast. If she arched her back at all it only pushed her breasts farther into the tickling maelstrom--if she tried to flatten herself down, the tips of the bristles still teased the undersides of each boobie, gently whipped them with tickling touches until she couldn't stand it and arched her back again.
Tammi's nipples pulsated red and raw from the constant overstimulation, and her clitty throbbed hotly in her pussy. Teased and tickled, she struggled and spasmed in her bondage, titties shaking as the ruthless machinery cleaned them, until her peehole finally popped open and liberated her water. The pee was washed away, but the tickling went on.
Becky's sanity had been shattered, and now she only made screaming animal noises as her breasts were titillated beyond anything she'd ever known. Misery loved company, but knowing her cousins were being tortured in the same way did nothing to stop it, and Becky couldn't stand another second of it.
Beth kept the brake on, but sometimes backed up a little so the roller could tickle their tummies for a while. She enjoyed how the laughter above alternated--Tammi laughed the loudest when their bellies were brushed, but Danni's screams drowned everyone else out when their boobies were the target. Beth inched forward again until she heard Danni's frantic screams, then set the brake again. She pulled out a paperback she'd been reading before the twins had first picked her up, and read for a while.
The while turned out to be almost an hour, but it was eternity to the girls on the roof. Danni's wrists and ankles turned red and sore from all her jerking against the ski rack, and occasional cramps took hold of her hamstrings and buttocks. But even cramps were nothing compared with the endless tickling her boobies received. The roller didn't get tired, didn't get distracted, didn't have any errands to run--it simply performed its function. Her boobs, mere flesh and blood under a machine's torture, swelled and burned with ticklish flame.
Becky was the first to cum under the torture. Even as she tried to beg Beth to stop it, her clit pulsed its way into orgasm. The rose petals of her pussy parted and let loose with a drenching stream of lovejuice that was quickly washed away. But the tickling continued, and another orgasm flashed through her, and another, and Becky was held captive not just by tickle torture, but by a continuous river of orgasms that washed over her.
Tammi was next, but her road to orgasm was more torturous. Danni had tickled her into cumming many times, but it had always taken a long, LONG time. Fifteen minutes after Becky had started to orgasm, Tammi's own clitty rose its little pink nose out of its hood. A few drops of remaining pee, mixed with the cold, clear water from the wash, trickled down onto it and teased it even more, until it stood swollen and twitching on the edge of orgasm.
Clit pulsating, boobies throbbing, nipples pierced by ticklishness, Tammi's laughter went silent as her breath left her lungs. She gulped for air, but any air she managed to inhale almost immediately left her chest as hoarse, grating laughter. Her vocal chords spasmed, and spots danced in front of her eyes. On the verge of cumming, tickled almost to death, Tammi teetered on the edge of consciousness, bound to a ticklish girl's revenge.
As Tammi fought to escape the tickling and fought to cum at the same time, Danni started up the orgasmic curve. Her clit, the twin of Tammi's, elongated in its sheath, warming itself, and eventually peeking out as if to sniff the outside world. Danni's eyes rolled, and her mind forgot everything but the tickling and the growing need to cum.
Tammi pounded her butt on the roof in ticklish agony and sexual frustration. It took her another ten minutes of nonstop boobie torment to go over the edge. Her nipples grew so bloated she was afraid they'd pop, her shoulders and hips ached terribly from struggling, and her asshole threatened to cramp, but when she came everything except the tickling vanished from her awareness. The tickle torture rocketed her into a higher, soaring orgasm bigger than any she'd known, and shattered her mind into a million sparkling pieces, each tickled by the ruthless machine.
In the midst of cumming, she hallunicated the machine was an android Beth five miles tall, which held her in its sexy chrome grasp and tickled her flopping boobies with a chrome fingernail. The robot Beth laughed and taunted her as it tickled, and held her high over its head to drink her gushing pussy juices as they dribbled from her ****.
Danni couldn't cum at all because the tickling was so intense on her breasts that it kept her from perceiving anything else for the full hour Beth kept the van in the wash. While tickle torture had made her sister and cousin cum, Danni was held in a world of nonstop torture, unending torment, which made her clit stand stiff but wouldn't let it cum. Her own anus blinked between her buttocks and her nipples stood puffed like grapes, but no matter how she screamed, writhed, or wriggled in her bonds, the tickling wouldn't stop and the orgasm wouldn't come. She was the most tormented of the three, tickled the most and deprived of orgasm.
Finally, mostly because she herself needed to go to the bathroom, Beth pulled the van out of the wash tunnel, waved to Ned, and drove away. At last free of the bristle roller and sated from repeated orgasms, Tammi and Becky relaxed and let the cool air stream over their forward-facing pussies and soothe them. But Danni, deprived of the opportunity to cum but teased to the edge, kept wriggled helplessly in her bonds as Beth drove to a gas station.
Fortunately, only one other car was at the pumps when Beth scurried into the bathroom, leaving them on the roof. Tammi rolled her head over to look at Becky. "God, that was horrible," she breathed. "I thought for sure I was gonna die."
"I've never been tortured like that in my life, not even by Danni," Becky replied. She looked over at her cousin. "Danni, what's wrong? We're out of the car wash! Relax!"
"I can't! Goddammit, I didn't cum! Shit, and I really need to!"
Tammi giggled. "Hah hah! Serves you right, how you teased me and Beth."
"Shut up! It's not funny! I've gotta cum!"
At the pumps, a dark-haired man in a Grateful Dead shirt and the gas nozzle in his VW Bug, looked up at the word 'cum', and spied them. First he was puzzled, then he grinned. "Having some trouble, girls?" he asked, then pointed at them so his buddy, an overweight man in a T shirt and jeans, saw them.
"Hi, ladies!" the buddy said.
"Fuck you!" Danni said, frustrated and helpless.
"Shut up, Danni!" Tammi said.
Beth reappeared, smiled enchantingly at the two guys, and hopped back in the van. They drove away again, and this time got on the road heading back towards the freeway.
"Where the hell's she going?" Tammi asked.
"Am I s'posed to know?" Danni retorted. "Can't somebody get free and rub me?"
"Even if I were free, I wouldn't touch your clit, except to tease it!"
Danni stuck out her tongue at her sister, who responded in kind.
Beth turned north on the freeway and drove all the way to Klamath Falls, Oregon. The girls spent almost two hours on top of the van at freeway speeds, and they were shivering by the time Beth pulled into the tiny Klamath Falls airport. She parked the van as far away from the two-room terminal as she could, and got her stuff together.
She put on her pack, which was loaded not only with her own clothes, but also a hefty wad of the twins' money, and got out of the van. She closed the door, purposely locking the keys inside, and looked up at Danni. "Well, I'm off to my mom's. I hope you don't mind, but I'm taking enough cash to buy a ticket. You and your sister've convinced me that hitchhiking is just too dangerous. Bye, bye!"
"Beth--"
"Yah?"
"D-do you think you could untie us? Please?"
Beth put her hands on her hips. "Now, how many times did *I* ask that? How many times did I ask, only to be refused, hm? But...just the same, I guess I oughta be nice. You did give me a ride to the airport, after all! Hee hee!" She pulled out Danni's pocketknife and tossed it up onto the roof. It landed near her hand, and Danni was able to grasp it. Using one hand, she managed to open the blade.
"Got it okay?" Beth asked.
"Yah."
"Okay! Bye, Tammi! Bye, Becky!" And Beth Cordova was off, heading for the terminal, still in Danni's clothes.
"Shit, and I've still gotta cum!" Danni muttered. She rotated the knife in her fingers, but Becky, by stretching her fingers to their utmost, snatched it from her. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Getting free," Becky answered, and, cutting carefully, did just that. She sat up, cut her feet loose, and went about freeing Tammi.
A small, propeller passenger plane took off, heading north. "'Kay, girls, how about me?" Danni asked once the two of them were loose.
"How about you?" Tammi asked, taking the knife. "You want loose, huh?"
"Duh."
Tammi smiled and climbed down with Becky. "Too bad. We're gonna go back to Becky's house and have some fun with that clitty of yours, and maybe do some more tickling!"
"See you when we get home, Cousin!" Becky said, and they left her alone on the roof.
"What? Wait a minute..." Danni squirmed, naked and helpless.
Tammi used the knife to jimmy the lock, and they climbed in before anyone could report three naked girls to the police. They drove back to the freeway and headed back into California.
From her window seat in the cozy little plane, Beth watched them get free and drive away with Danni still on the roof. With a satisfied smile, she ordered a margarita from the flight attendant and drank to her own health and good fortune.
(originally found at the newsgroup alt.sex.fetish.tickling)
Part Two of Two
Beth's fingers pinched and diddled the soft skin of her tummy, instantly finding her belly button. One finger poked into the defenseless navel while the others roved, nails scratching along the tender skin. Danni tried to clutch the intruder fingers with her free hand, but she couldn't get under her own shirt to stop them. Beth probed her belly button with a forefinger while squeezing her tummy with the other fingers of that hand, and her other hand went to Danni's flank and scratched the responsive skin there. Danni's laughter rose to fill the kitchen, echoing off the linoleum and the tiles, filling Beth's ears with the sweet sound of tickle torture. Beth tickled faster, as fast as she could, determined to make Danni pee her pants.
Becky fell to the floor, her arm held over her head by the cuffs, and Tammi scrubbed her armpits for a few seconds through her shirt. Her cousin was helpless in her hysteria, babbling pleas for mercy between a sudden round of hiccups, so Tammi had the chance to take the hem of her top and pulled it up, baring her belly and breasts. The shirt entangled her arms and neck, and Tammi left it hanging around her shoulders and over her face. Presented with the irresistable opportunity to play with her bare armpit and naked boobies, Tammi took it and ran her fingers up her side into that open underarm. Becky thrashed, but Tammi sat in her lap and tickled, making her buck beneath her. "T-Tammeee, pleeeze! Hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaa!" she begged through her shirt. "Hahahahahaaaaa! St-st-stop! Hee hee hah hah hah hah hah!"
"Not on your life, Cousin! This is paybacks! Tickle, tickle! Tickle your armpits!" And she did, both at the same time. "Tickle your boobies!" And she did, running her nails lightly around each breast, one after the other, concentrating on the undersides.
Driven into helpless, squirming laughter by Beth's ministrations, Danni's strength gave out entirely and she fell, too. Beth went down with her and straddled her. She pulled her shirt out the rest of the way and attacked her flanks again, this time with both hands. With one side open with her arm up, and the other defended only by a weakened free hand, Danni couldn't stop the horrific tickling. Beth kept going, pinching and scratching the firm, but pliable, flesh at her sides, alternating with quick grabs for her ribs. Danni kicked, feet flailing, boobs bouncing free from her shirt. Beth loved the sight of the freckled boobies dancing on Danni's struggling chest, the nipples hard and erect. She caught a nipple in her mouth and sucked it hard while continuing to tickle, and a new strain grew in her captive's laughter.
"Ah hah hah hah haaaa!" Danni screamed, perspiration and tears running down her reddening cheeks. "Ahhhh-G-G-God, stop! Stop, st-s-top, stop! P p-p-pleeeeeeeze, stop! Hah hah hah hah haaa--hahahahahaahaaaaa! I-I n never t-t-t-t-t-tickled you--hah hah ahahahahahahahahahaha!--this b-b b-b-b-b-b-b-baaaaaad! Hah hah hah hahahahahahaha!"
"No, you tickled me worse! Koochie, koochie, coo! Koochies on your ribs! Koochies on your tummy! Koochies in your belly button! Tickle Danni, tickle Danni! Tickle her til she pees!" Beth worked her fingers up and down the sides of her thrashing body, pleased by Danni's helpless struggles. She was at least as ticklish as Tammi was, maybe even more so.
In the midst of her ticklishness, Danni remembered what Tammi had reminded her of. "Someday someone will tie me up and tickle me..." Now it was happening, and Beth was her tormentor! She collapsed under the girl, laughing and wriggling, helpless.
Beth lay out on her, pinning her, and ran her tongue up and down the cleft between her jiggling breasts while ravaging her ribs. New laughter exploded from Danni, high-pitched and supremely desperate. Her head thrashed side to side, and her free hand pounded the floor in agony. Her feet kicked high into the air, lifting Beth and sliding her face into her bosom. Beth sucked and nibbled on her breasts and tortured her ribs.
The need appeared and immediately relieved itself. Danni's bladder, which she had not even known was full, contracted on itself and emptied itself into her pantie and jeans. Beth felt the wet spot grow into a big circular damp region on Danni's crotch, and laughed at it. "Made you pee!" she taunted, sitting up, but not getting off her. She pinched two ribs, and Danni squeaked. "How're you doing Tammi?"
Tammi had reversed herself in Becky's lap and was tickling Becky's bare feet. She answered while gently scratching the soles and pinching the toes. "Oh, I'm fine! Lotsa fun!"
"You said it. Tickling's great, as long as you're not on the receiving end, right Danni?" Another pinch made her victim squeal.
"P-please...please, Beth...stop..." she breathed. "...inhuman..."
"Inhuman nothing. Just wait! Tammi?" Beth cocked her head towards the front door.
Tammi nodded energetically.
Leaving Danni cuffed to the fridge, Tammi tickled Becky into unconsciousness while Beth went into the back of the house to put on some clothes. She went through the twins' bags until she found a pink pair of panties and a pair of jeans with a D monogrammed on the knee. She liked the thought of wearing Danni's clothes, and put them on. The jeans were much too big for her, but she rolled the leg hems up until her ankles showed, and used a belt on the second to last knotch to keep them up.
She found a button-front blouse in Danni's bag and put it on. Instead of buttoning it she knotted it to cup her tits, and looked in the full-length mirror on the door. Her slender cleavage showed white and smooth, exposed by the open top, and the knot rode high enough to leave her midriff and belly bare. She tugged the hip-huggers down until her belly button showed, knowing now it wasn't in danger of being tickled.
She used both hands to shift her breasts under the blouse until she was sensuously comfortable. She had never worn anything so sexy, but, in the persistent afterglow of her thirty-minute orgasm marathon, she wanted to look and feel as sexy as possible. She primped her hair and went back into the kitchen.
Becky's cries were silent, her mouth hanging open with dribbles running down her chin, as Tammi tickled her feet with her nails. Beth was just in time to see the blonde-haired Arcadia faint under her cousin. Her blue eyes closed in the blissful reprieve of unconsciousness and she went limp against the refrigerator door.
"Let's go!" Tammi said, sparing an appreciative look at Beth. "You look good in that, Beth. Sexy girl."
"Thanks!"
It wasn't as difficult as Beth had originally thought it would be. They left Danni cuffed to the fridge and uncuffed Becky. They carried her outside and lay her on the porch. Beth cuffed her hands behind her back and sat on her with her hands on her ribs, just in case, while Tammi got a ladder out of the garage. Tammi set it up next to the van, then ran back inside to collect the rope from the Monopoly game.
Beth had to tickle Becky back into unconsciousness when she woke up while Tammi was out back. Once she was back in Never-Never Land, they carried her to the ladder and, with a lot of tugging and pulling and putting their backs to the task, they succeeded in lifting her onto the top of the van. Tammi used the Nylon rope to bind her hand and foot to the ski rack while Beth went back inside to tickle Danni until she fainted.
While they hefted Danni up onto the van, a grey-haired neighbor in a sunhat peeked at them over the hedges. His garden hose wandered from his flowers and onto his driveway. Adjusting her hold on Danni, Tammi waved. "Afternoon, Mr. Anderson. Nice to have all this sun after the snow, isn't it?"
Mr. Anderson nodded. He watched as Beth put her shoulders under Danni's butt and pushed up with her legs. Tammi lifted with her hands under the limp girl's armpits. "How's Mrs. Anderson?" she asked.
"Fine," he answered. He watered his driveway while they got Danni onto the roof of the van. "Is she all right, young lady?"
"Just fine, Mr. Anderson," Tammi replied.
"Is he gonna call the police or something?" Beth asked as they bound Danni to the ski rack next to Becky.
"Nah. He's a nice old guy, and minds his own business. Likes to watch pretty girls, though. See how he's looking at you?"
Beth blushed and looked at Mr. Anderson. She waved and gave him a big smile. He nodded to her, but his grizzled expression didn't change.
"Becky's caught him watching her in the hot tub from his backyard. I don't think he gets any from Mrs. Anderson anymore."
Beth felt naughty enough to move to where Mr. Anderson would see, and bent down low. The blouse fell away and her breasts dangled free. She glanced up and saw him looking. She smiled and blew him a kiss. A second later he dropped the hose and hurried back inside his house.
They finished tying Danni, arms over her head and legs straight and spread a little, feet facing the front of the van. Becky was likewise tied, and wriggled restlessly when her eyes opened. "What? What's going on?" She tugged on her wrists and ankles. "What are you two doing? Are we on top of the van?! What's going on?"
Beth sat back on the roof and played with Becky's trapped toes while Tammi climbed down and went inside the house. Between giggles, Becky pleaded, "B-Beth, p-p-please, let m-me--hee hee hee hee heeee!--let m me go! What're are you g-g-g-gonna d-do to us?! Hee hee heeeee-eeee!"
Danni woke up and strained against her bonds, then thrashed when Beth ran a fingernail up and down an instep. Beth kept tickling their feet as Tammi climbed back up on the roof with a pair of scissors and started cutting their clothes off.
"P-p-pleeeze!" Danni cried, "st-stop! Hee hee--hah hah ha ha! D-don't do this! D-d-don't leave us up here n-n-naked! Ha ha ha ha!"
"Oh, we're not leaving you anywhere, Danni," Beth said while she traced circles on her sole. "We're going into the town."
"Wh-what? Wh-wh-what are you g-gonna do?! P-please! Hee hee heee hee hee heeeheeee!"
"That's a surprise!" Beth told her. As she teased their feet, and when Tammi's back was turned while she snipped Danni's shirt off her, Beth glanced at the leftover rope and hoped it was enough.
Once the girls were both naked, their pink bodies glistening with nervous perspiration in the sunshine, Tammi looked at Beth. "There, now we're set."
"Where's the car wash?" Beth asked.
Tammi gathered up the rope and the scissors as she said, "On Main Street, just past Redwood. Next to a Shell station."
"Thanks!" Beth lunged forward and barreled Tammi down. The redhead landed heavily on her back, and Beth pounced on top of her. Her fingers flew over her ribs, and Tammi exploded into hysterics. Like her sister before her, Tammi succumbed to the weakness prolonged laughter brought, and within minutes, couldn't fight as Beth looped the ropes around her hands and feet. Once the knots were pulled tight, Beth cut her clothes off her, too, and climbed down. She ignored their protests, put the ladder away, locked up the house, and got into the driver's seat.
Mr. Anderson watched through his bedroom curtain as the van pulled away.
Business was slow at the Wash 'N' Go Car Wash. Ned Bagley hadn't picked up the soap sprayer or punched the On button for almost three hours. The snow and the rain that had followed had done a good enough job of washing everybody's car, so he sat at the little stained desk catching up on his comic book reading. He wasn't worried, he got paid, customers or not.
Ned heard the engine before he saw the van pull into the concrete driveway of the wash. He got up, put on the blue cap with the sparkling car embroidered on it--his manager told him to wear it or he'd be fired--and walked outside.
The van was clean, a cherried job with chrome hubcaps, tinted windows, and some amateur airbrushing on the side. "Hi. Get a wash for you, today?"
The driver was a perfectly adorable brunette with long wavy hair and dark flashing eyes. "Hi, there." Her face dimpled with a beautiful smile that made Ned's day worth living out. "How much for a good thorough wash?"
Ned picked up the laminated price chart, something he'd never bothered to memorize. "Twenty-five for the basic cleaning, ma'am, and our Crystal Clean Service, which includes, um, the full automatic wash plus a vacuum of the interior and inside-and-out window cleaning and treatment with our patented, um, patented SuperFresh new car smell'll run you thirty five, plus tax."
"Okay, gimme that, then." The brunette dug into a pocket and pulled out a couple of twenties. "I won't need all the interior stuff, just the outside, okay?"
"Whatever you want, ma'am." He took her money, and as he turned towards the cash register, he saw a hand and a foot dangling from the edge of the roof of the van, tied to the ski rack. Stopping, he also heard muffled cries for help. "Uh, ma'am, what's going on?"
Beth Cordova just smiled. "Nothing. Just need a wash."
"But there's someone on your roof!"
"Actually, there's a few someones up there, but--" She pulled out a fifty, courtesy of the twins' ATM card, and handed it to him. "Our secret? Pretty please?"
"I don't know, ma'am. I mean, if something's going on, and they need help..."
She gave him another fifty.
Ned saw significant additions to his comic book collection. Back issues available only at the specialty shop in Klamath Falls, valuable back issues he'd never been able to buy. Before. He pocketed the cash. "Yes, ma'am."
Tammi strained against her bonds, gagged with a pair of Beth's panties duct-taped in her mouth. Danni and Becky, similarly gagged, struggled uselessly.
"Thank you!" Beth said, and drove the van into the front of the automatic wash tunnel. She set it in Neutral and felt the wash's slider engage the front wheel.
Ned, the hundred dollars already burning a hole in his pocket, unholstered the soap sprayer and used it to wet down the van. The brunette flashed him a cute smile and waved when he pushed the On button and sent her into the tunnel.
Ned watched the hand and foot struggle as the van disappeared. He shrugged. For a hundred dollars, he'd ignore his own mother. He went back inside to write up a list of the collectibles he would get at the specialty shop.
Beth popped a Pepsi and enjoyed the local classic rock station as the hanging soap-laden fabric strips jostled their way toward the windshield. She only wished she hadn't had to gag them, because she would've loved to hear the screams.
Danni was the first to realize what Beth was going to do to them. Strapped naked to the ski rack, she'd looked down between her bare breasts and watched the streets, trying to figure out where Beth was taking them. She'd been afraid that, in her lust for revenge, Beth was going to take them to a mall and put them on display and maybe offer to let strangers tickle them. She herself had done something similar to Tammi many years ago, when she had tied her to a tree and charged their friends each a dollar to tickle her feet for ten minutes.
But what Beth actually had in mind was far worse! Danni screamed into the gag her own panties made, and bucked as hard as she could when she saw broad strips of fabric, motorized and slick with soapsuds, dangling in front of the van. Beyond them was a gauntlet of spinning brushes, all automatic, all unfeeling, all merciless.
Danni looked over at her bound sister, and Tammi's eyes were wide with fear. Becky closed hers in fear.
The strips agitated side to side, driven by an unseen whirring motor, as the slider nosed the van gently into them. They lathered industrial strength soap on the chrome bumper, headlights, and grill; then another push from the slider inched the van forward so the windshield came under the soapy strips.
Danni struggled desperately and her limbs tensed with the urgency to escape. Her bare feet, ankles tightly tied with nylon to the front rim of the rack, disappeared into the shadows under the car wash's canopy. She saw the strips advance up over the driver's cab and onto the roof, heading ever nearer to her helpless feet.
Tammi and Becky cried out, but their shrieks were muffled by taped panties and the high-speed machinery around them. Danni couldn't believe that jerk of an attendant had been so easily bribed. He deserved at least a good kick in the nuts for what he'd done, and Beth deserved a week of torture for what she was doing--
Danni spasmed when a dangling strip stroked the bottoms of her feet, leaving soapy streaks across her soles and the tips of her toes. Tammi twisted helplessly, making her breasts jump and bobble, when her feet received the same treatment, and Becky's fists balled, white-knuckled, as the soft, cushiony fabric rasped across her insteps.
The strips slid back and forth across Danni's footsies, igniting ticklish sensations along all the nerve endings of her peds. She tried to ignore it, to call upon that ever-elusive chi her martial arts instructor had tried to teach her about for the strength to withstand it, but the strips swung back and forth, incessantly rubbing her feet until she laughed into the panties. Her hips squirmed and her thighs twitched, and her own boobies bounced like Tammi's.
The strips slipped up Danni's shins, leaving swirls of soap behind as they danced over her knees and up along the curves of her thighs. One errant strip found its way between her legs and stroked the insides of her thighs as it swung side to side, making Danni's muzzled laughter leap into squealing hysteria. She squirmed, trapped under the strips as they swung over her, moving slowly and agonizingly up her strapped legs, getting closer to her defenseless pussy and belly.
Danni screamed anew when the strip rubbed against her open pussy, teasing the tender lips. Her butt came off the roof and she threw her hips around, trying to get the strip off her most sensitive of spots before it touched her clit, trying to bounce it off her, but the soap film on the strip stuck to the soap film on her skin and glued the strip to her.
Another moment, and the strip swung over her clit. Her pleasure bud twitched, and she cried out again. The suds prickled across it, tickling it and the membranes around it, filling her lower body with titillating itches and teasings. Her anus winked, and her nipples rose hard and full on the crests of her breasts. A girl's clit shouldn't have been subjected to such torment, but the car wash didn't know that, and the strip swept over it repeatedly until it stood stiff and throbbing, in the midst of a tortured pussy. Then it left, on its way up to her belly, leaving the clitty aroused and alone.
The panties in Tammi's mouth were soaked with her drool, but the perspiration that had broken out on her tummy was swept away by the strips when they came up and over her naked stomach. Her clit had been teased as Danni's had, and trembled in her pussy. The pliable fibers in the strips scratched softly along her tingling skin, tickling up her tummy, over her belly button, and onto her midriff.
Becky howled silently when the strips fell on her breasts and massaged them. Her nipples popped up hard and swollen, and her titties bobbed as she thrashed at the touch of the strips in her armpits. All three girls cried out, then relaxed as the strips fell behind the van.
In the cab, Beth grinned. "How'd you like that, girls?" She asked, though she knew they couldn't hear her. "But wait--here come the scrubbers! Hee hee hee!" She took a drink of her soda and sat back, imagining what they looked like, tied and squirming on the roof.
Danni yelped when she saw the spinning scrubber brushes descend on the van. Two came in from the sides, spinning perpendicular to the van to clean the sides, and one long roller came down from above to clean the front and the roof.
She heard her sister's scream even through the gag and above the roar of the machinery.
On item #12, Ned stopped, and thought he heard a cry of despair from the car wash. But then he fingered the two fifties on the desk, and went back to the list.
The side brushes went by first. Infrared sensors sent the brushes inward until their long bristles whipped against the sides of the van, thumping hard at 120 rpm. It was Danni's left foot, tied at the edge of the roof, that received the brushes' attention first, along with Tammi's right foot on the other side. The twins exploded into squealing, gagged laughter when they felt the bristles whistling by over their toes and tender insteps.
Becky thanked whatever deities controlled her fate that she'd been tied in the center. Her cousins, on either side, bucked and writhed under the automated tickling torture of the brushes, screaming louder and louder as the brushed moved up their legs to their hips.
Danni and Tammi shied back from the brushes when they touched the crests of their hips, smashing themselves in against Becky. She heard their frantic laughter and felt their squirming bodies against her own as the brushes spiraled up to their flanks. The soft flesh of each girl's side trembled and shook under the gentle, teasing whipping. Rose-colored blushes spread from where the brushes touched them, making pinkish tracks that glowed under the soap that now covered the twins.
Danni struggled helplessly and her mind shattered under the relentless tickling of the brushes, which now swept up along the left side of her ribcage. Each new spin, each new touch of each bristle was a new torment, and there were two new torments each second. The bristles spun along her ribs, and the mechanized sped at which they rotated made certain each rib was tickled at least four to six times, and the space between ribs was teased almost as many times.
The soap left on her face by the soap strips loosened the duct tape on Tammi's mouth, which came off and fell away. She spat out the panties and an instant later the tunnel was filled with helpless, frenetic laughter that escalated to an animalistic cry of ticklishness when Tammi's ribs came under the bristles. She twisted, turned, and repeatedly slammed her butt down on the roof in her mad need to escape the ongoing tickling, but Beth's knots were as tight as Danni's ever were. She was held captive as a machine unthinkingly tortured her.
Becky enjoyed their hysterics, thrilling when Danni's gag came off and liberated an avalanche of keening laughter from her mouth. She had always loved how the twins laughed, and now they laughed helplessly on either side of her, driven into instant insanity. It almost made the ordeal with the soap strips worthwhile.
Her own gag slipped off and she spat out the panties. "Koochie, koochie, Cousin!" she shouted in Danni's ear. "Tickly ribs, tickly ribs!"
"F-f-f-fuck you! Hah hah ha ha ha ha haaa!" Danni tried to answer. "Hah hah ha hah ha hah hah hah hah haaaaaa!"
"Bet this is the cleanest YOUR ribs have ever been, Tammi!" Becky said.
"Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ohhh--ohh, sh-sh-sh-shut up! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Y-y-your turn's c-c-c-c-coming! L-l-l-look! Hah ha ha ha ha ha- hahahahahahaha haaaaa!"
Becky raised her head up and looked. The center roller drew near. "Oh, my God! No! No, Beth, stop it! Stop the car wash! Please! Oh, God, pleeeze! Beth, stop it! Stop it!"
Beth smiled to herself. She opened a bag of Gummi Worms she'd bought at a Safeway with the twin's money and popped a colorful gelatinous worm into her mouth.
The roller was thick with damp bristles, shorter than the bristles on the side brushes, but packed at much greater density. It descended on them, not yet spinning, and six sets of ticklish toes were engulfed by the bristles. To each girl it felt as though the bristles were made of silk or velvet, they were so soft and gentle against their toeprints. Tammi giggled. "Oh, please..." she begged.
The slider pushed the van forward again, and the roller began to turn. The first few turns were slow, and their tootsies were caressed just enough to make them giggle. But once the motor warmed up and the roller clicked into high speed, and the bristles stood straight out from their roots and whirred over the wriggling toes.
Tammi shrieked with all the air in her lungs when she felt the bristles whip between her toes. She tried to keep them bunched together, to protect the terribly tender webbing between them, but the bristles teased the balls of each tootsie, and that tickling forced her toes to splay in instinctive anguish. "Ahhhhh-hah hah hah hah ahahahahaaaa! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Becky's reprieve was over and her feet, too, were tortured by the roller. She bucked between her cousins, her jerking hips banging into theirs, as she struggled with all her fading strength to somehow escape the intolerable tickling.
The rpms against her toes almost made Danni pee. She didn't know how she held her water against it, but breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the roller moved up over her shins.
The relief, of course, turned into new screams when then roller touched and cleaned her knees. The slider pushed the van forward in surges, and each surge placed the roller at a new ticklish spot--first the feet, then the knees, then their bare tummies.
Tammi's navel came under the ruthless teasing of a line of bristles that rotating directly above it. Each bristle extended down into the dimple to touch the unbearably sensitive skin at the bottom, then whipped against the lower wall of the tiny shaft before lifting away. This happened 120 times a minute, and lasted for two minutes. Tammi had never known such torture, even at the hands of Cousin Sammi, who'd made her pee more than once.
Danni's tummy wriggled defenselessly under the onslaught, but however she moved, uncounted bristles skittered over her belly, scratching each and every square millimeter of bare skin. But Danni's true torment began when the van surged against and brought her breasts under the roller.
Golden, steaming pee erupted from Danni's crotch at the first touch of the bristles on the undersides of her boobies. Her breasts were utterly helpless under the roller, which treated them to a full scrubbing, which included raking the bristles along the undersides, up over the throbbing, pointed nipples, and down along the freckled cleavage. Danni's pee-pee stream bounced around in a crazed fountain pattern as she writhed.
Beth noticed the splattering of yellow on the windshield, and held up her Pepsi in a toast. "To you, whichever Arcadia who just went pee-pee! Take that!" She drank.
Danni's eyes rolled back as her nipples were tortured endlessly, before the van went forward again.
Becky's armpits, so recently tickled by Tammi, now fell under the roller's horrifying auspices. The bristles seemed to expand to fill the vulnerable hollows, and her hands and feet spasmed helplessly. "Hee hee heeeeee! Hah Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! St-st-st-stop, p-p-pleeeze! I'll d-d-do anything! Anything! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaa!"
A few seconds of motorized armpit tickling drove the pee from Becky's bladder, covering the windshield and roof with spider-webs of amber. Even then, the tickling didn't stop, but went on and on and on.
Somehow, maybe because of all the cousins, she'd been tickled the most and had the highest endurance, Tammi got through the roller without wetting herself. Her laughter screeched long and loud as her underarms were tortured, but the only water on her was from the car wash as the roller finally receded behind them.
The Arcadias collapsed on the roof, wet from water and other things, their pink bodies glowing with reflected light and ticklish tingles. Danni's eyes stayed closed, and she didn't think she could stand to see if anything else in this diabolical wash awaited them. Tammi and Becky looked, and saw the metallic flanges of the dryer coming up.
Beth put her soda in the beverage holder and drove the van out of the tunnel, not wanting to subject the girls on top to the dryer. The heat would surely burn them, and Beth didn't want to hurt them. Just to teach them a lesson that what goes around comes around.
So she quickly drove through the dryer and came around again, and drove into the tunnel again.
"No! No, please!" Becky cried. "Not again! Beth, why are you doing this?!"
"Please, Beth, pleeeze!" Tammi begged. "We'll be nice to you from now on!"
"We swear," Danni testified, "we won't EVER tickle you again! We won't even touch you! We'll leave you alone! Please, please, please, not again! Oh, I beg you, Beth--"
Ned came out of the office. "Is everything all right, ma'am? Something wrong?" He couldn't resist glancing up.
A red-haired freckled face peered down at him. "Please, please, don't let her do this to us again! I'll give you anything you want--wanna fuck me? I'll fuck you, if you just stop her! Please! I'll suck your cock--"
Beth pulled out another fifty bucks. "Listen, I don't think the van got entirely clean on the first run-through. Mind if I take it through again?"
Ned considered the offer from the girl tied to the roof, but then wondered how much an offer from a girl tied to a roof really meant. He took the money. "Yes, ma'am, whatever you want."
"Thank you," Beth replied. "And, would it be possible to stop the car wash at the place when the big roller comes down on the roof? Roof's awfully dirty."
"Please..."
Ned nodded. "Sure, thing, ma'am."
"Ahhhhh--hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Danni screamed, her bladder convulsing on itself even though it was empty.
"Hee hee hee hee! Hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa!" Becky shrieked, toes flexing and stretching in anguish.
"Hee hee--hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa!" Tammi cried, helplessly thrashing under the roller.
The bristles were on their breasts again, but this time they didn't leave. Three pairs of Arcadia boobies shook and jiggled under the roller, and three pairs of nipples were as hard as rock candy.
Beth fished out the last Gummi Worm from the bag, a yellow-and-orange and-red one, and threw the bag in the back. She sat back in the driver's seat and listened to the breathless, continuing laughter of her former tormentors, and wished she could tape it to listen to later. She wanted to remember this.
Danni would never forget it. She'd never been tortured like this before, tied helplessly to the roof of a van and placed under a whirring bristle brush. Her boobies, now pink and soapy, bounced in captivity as the bristles scrubbed them hard and fast. If she arched her back at all it only pushed her breasts farther into the tickling maelstrom--if she tried to flatten herself down, the tips of the bristles still teased the undersides of each boobie, gently whipped them with tickling touches until she couldn't stand it and arched her back again.
Tammi's nipples pulsated red and raw from the constant overstimulation, and her clitty throbbed hotly in her pussy. Teased and tickled, she struggled and spasmed in her bondage, titties shaking as the ruthless machinery cleaned them, until her peehole finally popped open and liberated her water. The pee was washed away, but the tickling went on.
Becky's sanity had been shattered, and now she only made screaming animal noises as her breasts were titillated beyond anything she'd ever known. Misery loved company, but knowing her cousins were being tortured in the same way did nothing to stop it, and Becky couldn't stand another second of it.
Beth kept the brake on, but sometimes backed up a little so the roller could tickle their tummies for a while. She enjoyed how the laughter above alternated--Tammi laughed the loudest when their bellies were brushed, but Danni's screams drowned everyone else out when their boobies were the target. Beth inched forward again until she heard Danni's frantic screams, then set the brake again. She pulled out a paperback she'd been reading before the twins had first picked her up, and read for a while.
The while turned out to be almost an hour, but it was eternity to the girls on the roof. Danni's wrists and ankles turned red and sore from all her jerking against the ski rack, and occasional cramps took hold of her hamstrings and buttocks. But even cramps were nothing compared with the endless tickling her boobies received. The roller didn't get tired, didn't get distracted, didn't have any errands to run--it simply performed its function. Her boobs, mere flesh and blood under a machine's torture, swelled and burned with ticklish flame.
Becky was the first to cum under the torture. Even as she tried to beg Beth to stop it, her clit pulsed its way into orgasm. The rose petals of her pussy parted and let loose with a drenching stream of lovejuice that was quickly washed away. But the tickling continued, and another orgasm flashed through her, and another, and Becky was held captive not just by tickle torture, but by a continuous river of orgasms that washed over her.
Tammi was next, but her road to orgasm was more torturous. Danni had tickled her into cumming many times, but it had always taken a long, LONG time. Fifteen minutes after Becky had started to orgasm, Tammi's own clitty rose its little pink nose out of its hood. A few drops of remaining pee, mixed with the cold, clear water from the wash, trickled down onto it and teased it even more, until it stood swollen and twitching on the edge of orgasm.
Clit pulsating, boobies throbbing, nipples pierced by ticklishness, Tammi's laughter went silent as her breath left her lungs. She gulped for air, but any air she managed to inhale almost immediately left her chest as hoarse, grating laughter. Her vocal chords spasmed, and spots danced in front of her eyes. On the verge of cumming, tickled almost to death, Tammi teetered on the edge of consciousness, bound to a ticklish girl's revenge.
As Tammi fought to escape the tickling and fought to cum at the same time, Danni started up the orgasmic curve. Her clit, the twin of Tammi's, elongated in its sheath, warming itself, and eventually peeking out as if to sniff the outside world. Danni's eyes rolled, and her mind forgot everything but the tickling and the growing need to cum.
Tammi pounded her butt on the roof in ticklish agony and sexual frustration. It took her another ten minutes of nonstop boobie torment to go over the edge. Her nipples grew so bloated she was afraid they'd pop, her shoulders and hips ached terribly from struggling, and her asshole threatened to cramp, but when she came everything except the tickling vanished from her awareness. The tickle torture rocketed her into a higher, soaring orgasm bigger than any she'd known, and shattered her mind into a million sparkling pieces, each tickled by the ruthless machine.
In the midst of cumming, she hallunicated the machine was an android Beth five miles tall, which held her in its sexy chrome grasp and tickled her flopping boobies with a chrome fingernail. The robot Beth laughed and taunted her as it tickled, and held her high over its head to drink her gushing pussy juices as they dribbled from her ****.
Danni couldn't cum at all because the tickling was so intense on her breasts that it kept her from perceiving anything else for the full hour Beth kept the van in the wash. While tickle torture had made her sister and cousin cum, Danni was held in a world of nonstop torture, unending torment, which made her clit stand stiff but wouldn't let it cum. Her own anus blinked between her buttocks and her nipples stood puffed like grapes, but no matter how she screamed, writhed, or wriggled in her bonds, the tickling wouldn't stop and the orgasm wouldn't come. She was the most tormented of the three, tickled the most and deprived of orgasm.
Finally, mostly because she herself needed to go to the bathroom, Beth pulled the van out of the wash tunnel, waved to Ned, and drove away. At last free of the bristle roller and sated from repeated orgasms, Tammi and Becky relaxed and let the cool air stream over their forward-facing pussies and soothe them. But Danni, deprived of the opportunity to cum but teased to the edge, kept wriggled helplessly in her bonds as Beth drove to a gas station.
Fortunately, only one other car was at the pumps when Beth scurried into the bathroom, leaving them on the roof. Tammi rolled her head over to look at Becky. "God, that was horrible," she breathed. "I thought for sure I was gonna die."
"I've never been tortured like that in my life, not even by Danni," Becky replied. She looked over at her cousin. "Danni, what's wrong? We're out of the car wash! Relax!"
"I can't! Goddammit, I didn't cum! Shit, and I really need to!"
Tammi giggled. "Hah hah! Serves you right, how you teased me and Beth."
"Shut up! It's not funny! I've gotta cum!"
At the pumps, a dark-haired man in a Grateful Dead shirt and the gas nozzle in his VW Bug, looked up at the word 'cum', and spied them. First he was puzzled, then he grinned. "Having some trouble, girls?" he asked, then pointed at them so his buddy, an overweight man in a T shirt and jeans, saw them.
"Hi, ladies!" the buddy said.
"Fuck you!" Danni said, frustrated and helpless.
"Shut up, Danni!" Tammi said.
Beth reappeared, smiled enchantingly at the two guys, and hopped back in the van. They drove away again, and this time got on the road heading back towards the freeway.
"Where the hell's she going?" Tammi asked.
"Am I s'posed to know?" Danni retorted. "Can't somebody get free and rub me?"
"Even if I were free, I wouldn't touch your clit, except to tease it!"
Danni stuck out her tongue at her sister, who responded in kind.
Beth turned north on the freeway and drove all the way to Klamath Falls, Oregon. The girls spent almost two hours on top of the van at freeway speeds, and they were shivering by the time Beth pulled into the tiny Klamath Falls airport. She parked the van as far away from the two-room terminal as she could, and got her stuff together.
She put on her pack, which was loaded not only with her own clothes, but also a hefty wad of the twins' money, and got out of the van. She closed the door, purposely locking the keys inside, and looked up at Danni. "Well, I'm off to my mom's. I hope you don't mind, but I'm taking enough cash to buy a ticket. You and your sister've convinced me that hitchhiking is just too dangerous. Bye, bye!"
"Beth--"
"Yah?"
"D-do you think you could untie us? Please?"
Beth put her hands on her hips. "Now, how many times did *I* ask that? How many times did I ask, only to be refused, hm? But...just the same, I guess I oughta be nice. You did give me a ride to the airport, after all! Hee hee!" She pulled out Danni's pocketknife and tossed it up onto the roof. It landed near her hand, and Danni was able to grasp it. Using one hand, she managed to open the blade.
"Got it okay?" Beth asked.
"Yah."
"Okay! Bye, Tammi! Bye, Becky!" And Beth Cordova was off, heading for the terminal, still in Danni's clothes.
"Shit, and I've still gotta cum!" Danni muttered. She rotated the knife in her fingers, but Becky, by stretching her fingers to their utmost, snatched it from her. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Getting free," Becky answered, and, cutting carefully, did just that. She sat up, cut her feet loose, and went about freeing Tammi.
A small, propeller passenger plane took off, heading north. "'Kay, girls, how about me?" Danni asked once the two of them were loose.
"How about you?" Tammi asked, taking the knife. "You want loose, huh?"
"Duh."
Tammi smiled and climbed down with Becky. "Too bad. We're gonna go back to Becky's house and have some fun with that clitty of yours, and maybe do some more tickling!"
"See you when we get home, Cousin!" Becky said, and they left her alone on the roof.
"What? Wait a minute..." Danni squirmed, naked and helpless.
Tammi used the knife to jimmy the lock, and they climbed in before anyone could report three naked girls to the police. They drove back to the freeway and headed back into California.
From her window seat in the cozy little plane, Beth watched them get free and drive away with Danni still on the roof. With a satisfied smile, she ordered a margarita from the flight attendant and drank to her own health and good fortune.
