EvilDragon
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*inspired by my ticklish best friend*
A part of Ariana regrets getting herself into the current situation. Even as she willingly lay on the table and allowed Reno to strap her sensitive body to it, a tiny voice screamed at her, questioning every tightly locked leather strap. Ankles, shins, thighs, all secured. Her mind raced. Another strap, just below her breasts.
"FUCK" her brain repeated. Biceps, elbows and wrists, trapped against the table.* No turning back now. Reno smiled at her, like a tiger eyeing it's next meal.
"You ready?" Reno asked, walking toward her, hands tickling the air.
"Noooooohohohohoho!!" Ariana's protest ended in a wave of helpless laughter as Reno's fingertips danced a tickling ballroom routine on her completely immobile stomach. There was nothing she could do but accept the tickles, and laugh. The tickles... the most terrifyingly magnificent torturous pleasure Ariana could conceive. This feeling was untouched. She craved it. She couldn't understand why, nor did she care to. As Reno tickled his way onto her sides and ribs, she started begging for mercy. It was a natural impulse, it tickled so bad she couldn't stand it, yet so good she wanted more.
Reno was also in a state of ecstasy. He tickled Ariana's ribs one by one, thoroughly taking advantage of her helpless position. This was his ultimate fantasy. It was almost an out of body experience for him, as he was so used to watching scenes like this take place. Never in person, always wishing. Wishing he could find her. The girl who's desire to be tickled was only matched by his insatiable appetite to tickle. They shared an unquenchable thirst, a true love for tickling.
Reno was tickling away at her arms, every few seconds attacking her underarms. Ariana was in bliss. Her face burned from laughing, her stomach ached and she was getting hotter and hotter by the minute, and she wouldn't have traded it for the world. Then Reno did something she both dreaded and looked forward to; he began to tease her.
"Tickle, tickle...Ariana is ticklish..." he sang, once again tickling her ribs in earnest. "Tell me...who is the number one tickler on the planet?"
Ariana was beside herself. She couldn't talk, she could barely think. Her senses were being overloaded with the sweet, maddening tickles. She tried to answer but all that came out was babbling laughter. For the first time, Reno gave her a bit of respite.
"I'm gonna tickle your feet next, Ariana," he said with a devilish grin. He walked to the foot of the table, dragging his fingers down her legs. "But first... "
Ariana screamed as Reno dug his fingers into her inner thighs. She was totally caught by surprise, and her inner thighs were one of her deadliest tickle spots. All over her thighs he tickled, even squeezing his hands to the undersides of her trapped thighs. Ariana cackled with ticklishness. She closed her eyes and let the tickling consume her. She felt his tickling fingers travel the length of her legs, to her feet, first tickling her ankles. She felt his mouth on her toes and let out a squealing moan, which turned to laughter as her arches were tickled relentlessly. It felt like he'd never stop, like she'd laugh forever. He tickled her toes, the tips, tops, and undersides. He tickled her heels, drawing imaginary shapes and squiggles. The tops of her feet were just as ticklish, and she laughed uncontrollably for the next ten to twenty minutes as her entire body was ruthlessly and lovingly tickled. When he finally stopped, she had mixed feelings. Thankful it was over,yet sad to know the tickles would soon be subsiding. Her tickle high would come down, and she would be back to yearning for a ticklish touch. Reno would have kept her there forever if possible. As he freed her tickled body and got her some water, he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to tickle the beautiful girl again. Their eyes locked as she sipped the water.
Until next time....
A part of Ariana regrets getting herself into the current situation. Even as she willingly lay on the table and allowed Reno to strap her sensitive body to it, a tiny voice screamed at her, questioning every tightly locked leather strap. Ankles, shins, thighs, all secured. Her mind raced. Another strap, just below her breasts.
"FUCK" her brain repeated. Biceps, elbows and wrists, trapped against the table.* No turning back now. Reno smiled at her, like a tiger eyeing it's next meal.
"You ready?" Reno asked, walking toward her, hands tickling the air.
"Noooooohohohohoho!!" Ariana's protest ended in a wave of helpless laughter as Reno's fingertips danced a tickling ballroom routine on her completely immobile stomach. There was nothing she could do but accept the tickles, and laugh. The tickles... the most terrifyingly magnificent torturous pleasure Ariana could conceive. This feeling was untouched. She craved it. She couldn't understand why, nor did she care to. As Reno tickled his way onto her sides and ribs, she started begging for mercy. It was a natural impulse, it tickled so bad she couldn't stand it, yet so good she wanted more.
Reno was also in a state of ecstasy. He tickled Ariana's ribs one by one, thoroughly taking advantage of her helpless position. This was his ultimate fantasy. It was almost an out of body experience for him, as he was so used to watching scenes like this take place. Never in person, always wishing. Wishing he could find her. The girl who's desire to be tickled was only matched by his insatiable appetite to tickle. They shared an unquenchable thirst, a true love for tickling.
Reno was tickling away at her arms, every few seconds attacking her underarms. Ariana was in bliss. Her face burned from laughing, her stomach ached and she was getting hotter and hotter by the minute, and she wouldn't have traded it for the world. Then Reno did something she both dreaded and looked forward to; he began to tease her.
"Tickle, tickle...Ariana is ticklish..." he sang, once again tickling her ribs in earnest. "Tell me...who is the number one tickler on the planet?"
Ariana was beside herself. She couldn't talk, she could barely think. Her senses were being overloaded with the sweet, maddening tickles. She tried to answer but all that came out was babbling laughter. For the first time, Reno gave her a bit of respite.
"I'm gonna tickle your feet next, Ariana," he said with a devilish grin. He walked to the foot of the table, dragging his fingers down her legs. "But first... "
Ariana screamed as Reno dug his fingers into her inner thighs. She was totally caught by surprise, and her inner thighs were one of her deadliest tickle spots. All over her thighs he tickled, even squeezing his hands to the undersides of her trapped thighs. Ariana cackled with ticklishness. She closed her eyes and let the tickling consume her. She felt his tickling fingers travel the length of her legs, to her feet, first tickling her ankles. She felt his mouth on her toes and let out a squealing moan, which turned to laughter as her arches were tickled relentlessly. It felt like he'd never stop, like she'd laugh forever. He tickled her toes, the tips, tops, and undersides. He tickled her heels, drawing imaginary shapes and squiggles. The tops of her feet were just as ticklish, and she laughed uncontrollably for the next ten to twenty minutes as her entire body was ruthlessly and lovingly tickled. When he finally stopped, she had mixed feelings. Thankful it was over,yet sad to know the tickles would soon be subsiding. Her tickle high would come down, and she would be back to yearning for a ticklish touch. Reno would have kept her there forever if possible. As he freed her tickled body and got her some water, he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to tickle the beautiful girl again. Their eyes locked as she sipped the water.
Until next time....
