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Beach House Bargain
Chapter 3: Lazy Laughing Sunday
Sunday began with Beth cuddling up to Rick when the sun came up over Victor’s island. She let his warmth wash over her for a few more minutes before she got set for another day of spring break.
Rick mumbled something to her as she slipped out of bed, and she kissed her hand and touched his lips. She strode out into the empty kitchen and looked around, but there was no sign of Victor, and Rick was sound asleep. She decided to make herself some coffee and enjoy the sunrise over the beach.
Beth walked outside and scrunched her toes into the sand. She savored its soft cool feeling as the grains worked between her toes. She chuckled to herself, realizing she hadn’t worn anything on her feet since Victor removed her heels on the boat. At least the sand would exfoliate them, she thought.
Beth made her way to the east side of the island, a walk of only a minute or so, and sat down to watch the sunrise.
She finished her coffee and laid out on the sand for a few minutes, letting her mind wander. Her top rode up as she stretched out, letting warm rays of sunlight kiss her stomach, legs, and face. The sound of the waves crashing against the beach lulled her into a sleep-like state.
Beth’s mind was utterly relaxed as she wore the gentlest smile. She didn’t know how long she was laying there before she felt a gentle sensation on her tummy.
Beth stirred for a moment, letting out a few closed mouth giggles before she opened her eyes to see Victor letting a few grains of sand cascade from his fingers down onto her tummy. She brushed them off and smiled at him.
“Why hello,” she said.
Victor was shirtless and glistening with sweat on his lean muscles. His hair was matted and messy. Against the sunlight at his back, he nearly glowed. She had to wonder what girl could wake up to that sight in the warm sand and not become his willing captive.
“Enjoying the sun?”
“Enjoying the view,” she corrected. She shifted to raise her arms over her head and rubbed her legs together, giving him something to look at.
Beth didn’t have to hear the smooth jazz playing inside Victor’s mind. He took his time looking her up and down, from her delicate nose to her barely parted lips, down her breasts and every curve of her tummy. He scanned her hips, and his eyes lingered down every inch of her sunkissed legs before he drank in the arches of her feet like a starving man.
Beth didn’t mind the look. Showing off for him was becoming more and more fun by the day. Even though he couldn’t really have her like Rick did, the way he needed her, he was still hers. All she had to do was flex her feet or stretch her taut tummy, and he was practically on his knees for her. It was like being a goddess.
“Whatcha thinking?”
She knew exactly what he was thinking, even as he plopped down beside her with his running shorts growing tighter by the moment. “About something I can’t have,” he said softly, smiling at her.
“Well, why don’t you just ask?” She said, leaning back on her elbows.
Victor’s fingers glided down her thighs as he smirked. Beth didn’t shudder, but pressed her thigh deeper into his touch. Victor gasped, and ran his hand freely over her bare leg right up to the hem of her shorts.
He looked at Beth and didn’t see the forced smile of a ticklish girl, but the parted lips and lowered lashes of a woman reveling in his touch. Craving it. Needing it.
Victor tightened his grip, making her bite her lip, but she didn’t try to free herself, even as he reached across her and took her waist, his last two fingers caressing her skin as the first two played with the fabric of her top.
“Now,” she said with a toss of her hair. “What did you want to ask?”
“I’m dying to have this body,” he said, his voice a rasping whisper.
“It’s yours,” she offered, matching his volume, but outpacing him in confidence.
“I don’t mean tickling you. If I start, I won’t stop there.”
“All. Yours,” she said, and lifted her own hand to brush along his shaft. “And I know you want it.”
“You said nothing sexual. Rick–”
“He agreed to this price,” she assured him. They hadn’t talked about it explicitly, but there was no way the tension went over his head.
“We will talk more about it later. With Rick. For now,” he mounted her in a flash, powerful arms beside her shoulders, still glistening in the morning light. His chest encompassed her, and his legs were like sturdy tree trunks as they closed hers in. It was an effort not to whimper, even as she breathed in the faint, pleasant aroma of Victor.
He leaned down and teased Beth’s hair away from her neck. She tilted her chin to allow Victor better access, huffing out a few nervous breaths as he began kissing. His touch was tender, a caress of his lips along her skin. If she wasn’t so damn sensitive, it would have been almost euphoric. As it was, she found herself fighting giggles in seconds. She lost the fight as his tongue began to trace lazy circles around her jugular.
“Pfffff hehehehehe that tickles!”
Victor groaned to hear her confession, and perhaps without even meaning to, thrust his hips an inch closer to her. She could see his wedding tackle through his shorts, and fought the urge to thrust her own hips upwards towards it. She loved the effect she had on him, no matter how much she giggled.
Victor didn’t linger on her neck, kissing down her collarbone and pulling her collar aside to expose more skin. Beth moaned softly, reaching around to hold the back of his head. Here was a man who she didn’t belong to, showering her with affection. Worshipping her.
Victor slid down with a loud huff of unsated lust until his head was at her tummy. When he lowered his hips onto her legs and slid down, she nearly begged him to take her right there, Rick or no. She knew that Rick wouldn’t deny her pleasure, that he would enjoy seeing her taken, defiled, used and thoroughly pounded. He had never said as much, but compared to what a tickle session did to him…oh she knew.
Beth’s legs slid open on the sand beneath her as Victor lifted her top all the way to her ribs. His eyes went wide, and the whiff of cool air told her that he saw. She didn’t have a bra on, and she hoped he would tickle her bare breasts before the day was over.
Victor pressed his lips into her bottom rib, making Beth arch her back and release a light giggle. His growing beard tickled her skin horribly. His touch was gentle, and she could endure the ticklish hairs roaming her skin as long as his lips came with them. She gasped between giggles as his lips roamed lower, caressing the soft flesh of her tummy. There was something so intimate about a man putting his mouth there.
It was a spot that just anybody didn’t touch with their hands, let alone their mouths. She thrust her hips upward, no more than an inch. Victor felt it, wrapping an arm around the small of her back as he zig zagged the tip of his tongue down her stomach. Beth erupted with giggles, and reached for his damp hair, but didn’t grip him as he teased her tummy. It was too pleasurable a sensation to be torture, but she knew he could turn that around at any moment.
He focused on her bellybutton, kissing and lingering on every side of it, tracing the rim with his tongue. At that point, Beth couldn’t contain herself to gentle giggles, letting out a much louder laugh with a scream at the end. She kicked her feet under him in the sand. She went to reach for his face, but found her wrists pinned at her side.
“You behave,” he murmured between licks. Even his evil chuckle against her tummy made her squeak. Victor kissed her navel gently, and with a long stroke of his tongue, he started an inch below, swept through her navel, and continued upward. She let out a loud belly laugh before devolving into a fit of giggles. He went to do it again, and she begged pathetically.
“Nohohoho! That’s the worst! Hehehehe please!”
“Oh, the worst? In a good way, or a bad way?” He taunted between kisses.
She pressed her lips together, looking up as the mix of ticklish and pleasurable sensations became overwhelming, kicking her legs under him in protest. She could feel the sand jumping over his calves.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Both, I don’t knohohohooowwww!” She fell into a fresh fit of giggles as he started licking along her pantyline from hip to hip.
“Oh gosh that’s bad! Hahahahahah please!”
“I know,” he taunted. She knew he knew, knew that was exactly why he did it. But hearing him say it made it so much worse.
Her giggles returned to normal as he holstered his tongue and went back to kissing, rubbing his cheeks in, savoring the feel of her skin. Beth couldn’t figure out what was hotter. The muscular man pinning her wrists, on top of her, the lips on her bare skin, the helpless ticklishness, or the fact that she had a boyfriend just inside, who would want every detail.
Beth didn’t have any time to analyze as she shrieked, doing her best to curl into a ball, but blocked by Victor’s massive body as he nibbled on her hips.
“Pleheheheaaessseee! Nahahahoo!” She begged and begged, bucking under him with all her might, but he was unmovable.
Victor relented at last but when he stood up, helping Beth to her feet. She nearly fell over trying to dodge his hand in a playful lunge for her ankle as they went back.
Rick, who had taken it on himself to make breakfast, took one look at her disheveled hair and knew exactly what had happened while they were out.
He opened his mouth to ask them, but no words came out as he held two plates in his hands. Victor winked as Beth took him in her arms, and they went inside to eat.
They had a pleasant chat while they ate, and suddenly as Rick pushed his plate away, he leaned on his hand.
“Alright you two, what did I miss. Spill it.”
Victor looked a little guilty for the first time since they had met. He hadn’t broken any of their rules, but to carry out a scene like that without Rick even aware it was happening made him feel a little close to the line.
Beth, on the other hand, was flowing with confidence. She leaned back in her chair, and put her bare feet in Victor’s lap under the table. He jumped visibly, and her grin was fit for a wicked witch.
“Oh? Who says anything happened?” asked Beth, batting her lashes at her man, even as her feet were nestled in Victors lap.
“I know your “tickle hair” babe,” he said. “But if you don’t at least tell me–”
Rick was cut off as Beth lunged forward in a passionate kiss, her feet still in Victor’s lap as her tongue probed her boyfriend’s mouth.
Rick returned the kiss with equal fervor as Beth began to moan into his mouth. She let him lavish affection in her neck as she began to tell him. “It was so hot Rick. I was laying in the sand, and he mounted me, he pulled up my top and–hehehehe Victor that tickles!”
Rick’s jaw dropped, and his eyes darted to their friend, but all he could see was Victor's hands under the table while Beth's legs squirmed gently in her chair.
“Hihihi Vic!” She squealed before giving her boyfriend another kiss.
Rick looked down again, but all he could see was his girlfriend's knees.
She pulled his face back towards her, but barely landed another kiss before Victor had her giggling again. Two more times she paused, and went back in to the same giggly interruption.
“Why do I feel like I won’t get the whole story here?” asked Rick, fondling her sides.
“Then let’s hop in the shower,” she said with a wink.
“Deal,” said Rick, his throat so dry he could barely speak.
Rick stood so abruptly he nearly dropped Beth, who had been leaning over so far that she was off balance. He barely caught her elbow in time as she braced herself on the table, and helped her up.
Beth was giggling as she stood, and straightened her pajamas. She reached for her boyfriend’s hand, and then was quickly jerked backwards, and found herself flat on the table before she knew it.
Victor smirked as he pulled up her pajama top and winked at her. “Time to claim the resort fee, honey.”
There was no time to protest as Victor lowered his head and blew a loud raspberry on Beth’s tummy. She squealed and kicked her legs, but tolerated the warm press of his mouth against her bare belly. When he lifted his head at last, she was horrified to see him take another breath.
“Nonono! It’s one a dahahahayyy!” she pleaded, but Victor wasn't about to be delayed as he forced his head back over her tummy and blew again. The air forced its way into tiny gaps in the seal his mouth formed on her skin. The rush of air escaping, even when Beth couldn’t, created a mad ticklish sensation that made her scream with laughter.
“Oh no darling,” said Victor, his fingers walking along the waistband of her shorts, making Beth snort and giggle. “It’s one per night, you’ve been here two nights now. How many were you planning to stay?”
Beth’s face drained of color, and her defiant look turned suddenly helpless. He couldn't resist that adorable look, and quickly squeezed her sides with one hand while the other danced across her bare belly. Beth jolted on the table as her laughter filled the kitchen, but Victor let up, and helped her to her feet.
“Go on you two, you both need a shower and I have work to do,” he said. With that he kissed Beth’s cheeks, and the moment she was in Rick’s arms, he pinched her butt and headed to his own room.
A few minutes later, Rick was gaping in the shower as Beth stepped in, a mischievous look in her eyes. “I hope you weren’t holding your breath,” she said with a shake of her bare shoulders. “Or were you that eager?”
Rick did in fact forget to breathe several times that morning. The anticipation of Beth’s ordeal in the sand, the thrill of seeing her manhandled onto the table, and even having this beautiful girl naked in the shower…he couldn’t choose, even as she came in close and grasped him. He gasped loudly as she giggled at him.
“I can’t tell if you’re dying to know the story, or dying to reclaim me…” she walked her fingers down his bare chest while her other hand tugged oh so gently, and he nearly lurched in place.
Beth had mercy only moments later, giving Rick every detail of her morning adventures. It wasn’t long before he couldn't resist, and latched his mouth onto her neck while she talked, pressing her into the shower wall.
Beth purred while she jerked Rick off, and nibbled on Rick’s ear. “He didn’t want to stop at tickling me…he wanted to have me. All of me.”
She turned and backed against him, lifting her arms to allow him to scrub her with the soap, grasping his wet hair. Beth giggled softly as Rick washed her breasts, her midriff, and her stomach. “Nothing to say to that?” She winked over her shoulder.
“I’m trying to savor you while I have you,” Rick said thickly, and she knew full well that he could burst at any moment. Beth turned around, grinning at him. “Then don’t waste it, claim me…”
And Rick did claim her, against the wall of the shower, and again on the bed, barely out of their towels. He tickled Beth’s underarms while they made love, and she squealed with ticklish laughter, but nothing could make her relinquish the pleasure she was feeling.
They got dressed to hit the beach yet again, but couldn’t find any trace of Victor in the house. Rick seemed disappointed, and Beth rolled her eyes. “You wanted him to hear me laughing for you?”
“It wouldn’t be reclaiming you if he didn’t know I did it,” said Rick with a pinch of her waist. She swatted his hand as they headed outside for more sand and sun, with no shortage of beer, snacks, or beach toys.
They weren’t on the beach long before they saw what Victor was up to, as they saw him loading a series of boxes into his boat. Beth lowered her sunglasses as she lay back on the beach, looking in his direction.
“Excuse me,” said Rick at the same moment as he pinched her bare knees. Beth gasped out a laugh, and was suddenly under attack while his hands went for her legs, sides, and ribs.
“Heheheheheyyy!! Hahahaha nahahahaoooo!” She squealed and tried to scrunch into a ball, but Rick found a way into her underarm, earning him a fresh set of belly laughs. She twisted away only to find his hand on her ankle, and she gasped.
“Stahahahahapppp!” she said before she went ballistic. For a brief moment, they saw Victor look over and grin before he went back to work.
To Beth’s great relief, Rick did relent after only thirty seconds or so. He laughed at her when she shot up, rubbing her soles into the sand, mouth still full of giggles, as if she could rub the ticklish sensation away.
“You know,” she said, with a toss of her hair and a mischievous look in her eye. “Victor wouldn’t have stopped.”
“You little–”
Before Rick could finish, Beth took off at a sprint across the island, laughing like a schoolgirl as her boyfriend struggled to his feet to chase her down.
Rick finally caught her a few yards from the house, wrestling her to the ground. Beth fought like a wildcat between laughs, and Rick smirked as he got her on her back, arms over her head.
“Say you’re sorry!” He demanded, but Beth only stuck her tongue out at him.
“Hey, I tried to be nice,” he said. Beth’s face betrayed little fear as he plunged his fingers into her underarms.
Beth screamed like a banshee as his fingers made contact, and even across the whole island, Victor nearly dropped the box in his hands.
Rick unleashed a furious assault on Beth’s underarms. She shrieked with laughter as he dug into her bare, unprotected underarm with no mercy. His grip on her wrists was tight, and his fingers glided effortlessly over her skin, leaving nothing but a thrashing blonde under him.
“Heheheheheyyy! Please please please!” She begged as he switched armpits and repositioned her
“Say it!”
“Nahahahaoooo!” She protested, bucking at the hips and arching her back, desperate to escape the tickle attack.
“Hmmmm,” Rick tapped his chin while Beth caught her breath. “I wonder…does Victor know about one of my favorite spots?”
Beth’s eyes shot as wide as saucers, but she wasn’t prepared to give an inch just yet. “You wouldn’t!” She gasped at him.
In truth, even Rick didn’t quite know if he was ready to give away Beth’s “death spot” just yet. He was almost certain Victor would find it himself before they left, but apart from sex, it was the last thing on Beth’s body that he hadn’t handed over. He felt like there was something special about being the only man who knew that spot just a little longer.
Of course, it wouldn’t do to tell that to Beth, so he mulled it over as his fingers hovered over her body. “I mean, not if you made it worth it,” he said with a wink.
Beth tilted her head as much as her pinned position allowed, and gently arched her hips so that they stroked his cock. “Excuse me, you overplay your hand, and I’ll slip into Victor’s bed and remind you that I’m the most worth that your while has ever had.”
Victor scrunched his face in confusion, suppressing a laugh, then shook his head. “Did that sound a lot better before you said it out loud?”
Beth had to giggle at herself for a moment, even if her stomach was beginning to hurt. “Shush,” she said. “Point is, Victor nearly took me in the sand while you were napping this morning.”
That had the intended effect, making her giggle harder at Rick’s stunned face. His hands had gone so limp that only gravity was keeping her wrists pinned. Rickl cleared his throat. “So?” he asked.
“Mmmm, I don’t know what you like more, giving your woman that kind of pleasure, or that jealous feeling gnawing at you right now. I bet you would have cheered him on as he plowed me…” she said.
Rick let out a breath like a frustrated animal, and Beth only moaned in satisfaction, continuing to rub him with her hips, making him hiss through his teeth.
“You wanna make a deal then?” he offered Beth, running a single finger along her ear. Beth scrunched her ear away and whimpered, but nodded.
“So,” Rick began as his finger moved to tracing circles in her underarm. Beth giggled into her lips, shuddering, but didn’t protest. “I won’t tell Victor about your secret little spot…if…”
Rick gently scribbled his fingers in her underarm until Beth surrendered to a flow of light giggles. “If whahahahahat?” She protested.
“If, you say you’re sorry,” he said with a smirk.
“No!”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” said Rick, his smirk deepening. He dug into her underarms, setting Beth into fits. She slammed her eyes shut and took it, until Rick raised his voice.
“Hey, Victor!”
“Nononono! Okok! Hahahahaha stahahahappp!” she pleaded with her boyfriend.
“So, you gonna apologize?” he taunted, and started stroking her smooth armpits yet again. She pouted and bounced, but didn’t refuse.
“I’m waiting,” said Rick with an innocent smile that always melted her.
She turned away, and mumbled something unintelligible. Rick wasn’t having it, and tickled right along her sideboob, making Beth sputter with laughter.
“Hahahaha hey cut it ohohouuuutttt!” She managed to get out. “I’m sorry! Sohohohorrryyyy!”
“Sorry for what?” Rick demanded, returning to the gentle strokes of her underarms, but now the floodgates were open.
“For…for…hehehehehe stop!”
“Sorry for what?”
“Insultingyourtickleskills!” She blurted out before a fresh round of giggles overwhelmed her. Rick let up, and gave her a kiss before they headed inside for a while. Beth put on a long cover up skirt but kept her bikini top on.
Victor made them lunch a little after noon,and after they had all eaten, Beth decided she hadn’t been pampered quite enough.
“You know,” she announced as they relaxed for a moment. “I’ve been used and tortured by both of you on this trip, but at no time have you both fallen over yourselves pampering me!” Beth might have only been pouting to tease them, but the boys decided she had earned a serious pampering.
Victor produced a selection of lotions and massage oils as Rick got behind her and deeply worked her shoulders. At the same time, Victor took it on himself to massage a vanilla lotion into her soles, between her toes, and up most of her leg. The only break that came for an hour came when they took turns fetching her cocktails.
At last, Beth had a pleasant buzz as two men worked all the tension from her. She had a content smile on her face as Victor kissed each of her soles. Her muscles felt infinitely looser as she wriggled and stretched, smiling at her man and her newest friend. As she relaxed thoroughly, she began feeling mischievous again.
“I suppose it's about time I paid the room fee,” she said with a wink.
“Oh, is that right?” asked Victor, looking sidelong at Rick.
“Oh Beth,” said Rick with a grin. “You never learn.”
Victor didn’t stop gently rubbing her arches with his palm, making Beth rub her sole into his leg between rubs.
“You know Beth, I was thinking, it’s time to up the ante,” said Victor. She pursed her lips tighter, sagging against the couch in anticipation.
“Oh?” she asked, doing her best to suppress a shudder. Her eyes flitted to Rick for rescue, but he was salivating.
“How do you plan to do that?” he asked, making no effort to mask his excitement. She squeezed his hand tightly.
He only needed to tease her arch with a single finger to elicit a yelp as Beth yanked her foot away. “By stopping that.”
Victors smirk nearly reached his ears, and he stood up, patting her foot gently. “Follow me.”
Without another word, he helped Beth to her feet, and the adventurous couple followed Victor through his home until he revealed a door behind some shelves. They led down a set of concrete stairs, and only one caged lightbulb lit the way.
“Oh my gosh, you have a literal dungeon,” said Beth.
“You coming or not?” he asked with a chuckle. Beth took a deep breath, and set her foot down on the concrete stair.
Then she yanked it back. “Ohmygosh that’s cold!” She said with a shiver before she clambered onto his back.
The boys laughed as they started down the stairs.
It wasn’t long before Victor opened a heavy door with Beth still on his back, and turned the light on. To her surprise, the room was lit, had a rug, and even a couch. The centerpiece made her gulp. She barely noticed sliding down onto the floor.
“This used to be the armory,” he said with a grin. He walked up to the stocks and patted them fondly, and scanned the room. They followed his eyes to the squat rack, complete with dangling handcuffs. The room also featured a padded rack, and a gymnastics mat beside a small chest. He had shown her photos of the rack and stocks before, but seeing them in person was something else.
“Oh no, I am in serious trouble,” she said softly.
Victor gave her a wicked grin, and put his back to all of the wicked devices in the room. “You told me the first time we chatted how much you’d love to be strapped in, so why don’t you pick one…”
Beth started shaking as she pulled her hands into her chest. “Oh nooo,” she muttered as Rick came up behind her.
She shuddered as he laid his hands on her bare shoulders, but said nothing. “Do you want me to pick?” he asked Beth.
She whimpered against Rick, but she nodded. She shut her eyes, knowing how completely she would be destroyed.
“Stocks.”
Beth gulped as Victor placed a hand on her elbow. He guided her gently to the padded chair, and lifted the lid.
Her fingers fumbled where she had tied her cover up, and she let it drop. She had been in her bikini most of the weekend so far, but she suddenly felt so exposed as she slid onto the chair, and spread her legs into the little divots at the bottom of the stocks.
Victor smirked as he dropped the stocks over her ankles with an audible clack that made her jump. The thick padding prevented her from being hurt, but she quickly realized her ankles were locked in tight. She tried pulling against the stocks, even pointing her toes to find a way out, but she had no luck.
Victor’s wolfish grin was fixed on her as she struggled, the satisfaction of her immobility plain to see. He patted the stocks twice and left his hand there.
“Problem, hon?” he asked.
Before Beth could come up with a sassy remark, she lunged forward, screaming with laughter. She desperately reached for her feet, but could barely reach over the top of the stocks as Victor scribbled across her soft soles. He only tickled for a moment, but it was enough to reduce Beth to a giggly mess, reaching and barely covering her toes.
“You know Rick, that won’t do. Can you cuff her hands for me?”
Beth started shaking at the shoulders, anticipating the tickles before Victor even began, and then Rick placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, leaning her back against the chair.
The chair was well padded, reclining her in a comfortable position, but as Rick pulled her arms out to the sides, she felt more exposed than she had ever felt in her life. It was only made worse when the cuffs locked in place.
There was one last touch before the torment began, and she felt a soft yet firm string pulling her toes backwards, stretching out her bare soles.
“Oh no,” she whimpered.
Victor came back towards Beth’s upperbody and checked the restraints, looking Beth over for a moment, and then he leaned a hand just over her head.
“Comfy?” He asked, and Beth nodded. She tugged a little bit, wriggling as much as the bondage would allow, and then looked back at him.
“Good, I’m tired of waiting,” he said, and attacked both of her knees. Beth screamed before she let out a stream of cackling laughter, shaking her knees up and down, an inch left and right. Her laughter went up in pitch when she realized how thoroughly trapped she was.
Victor let up on her poor knees, but the relief lasted split seconds as one hand began scratching her inner thighs, and the other began goosing her ribs. Beth couldn’t push her legs together to stop the hand, yank them out of the way, or even move her own hands to defend herself.
“Stop that! EEEKKK!” She begged, but nobody listened.
“Rick, we goofed up!” Victor announced. “We never set a timer, put thirty on the clock, will you, man?”
“Ahahahrrreeee you kidding? Aaahhh hahahaha!” She let out a barrage of belly laughs, her head pitching forward as she gave into the sensation.
“Started!” her boyfriend announced proudly, and Beth could only shake with laughter as Victor and went to town on her exposed armpits. This was an extremely different experience from when he tickled her any previous time.
There was always something to do in previous tickle sessions. Pull her arms down, tickle back, squirm, run, try to yank his hands away from wherever they were torturing. Now, with herself exposed, bound, and helpless, she could only do three things: laugh, beg, and just take it.
Beth did all three, screaming with laughter as Victor's fingers all focused on her exposed armpits. “This is the first time they’ve been just presented for me…I love it. Does this tickle Beth?”
Beth didn’t answer, and just turned her head away while she laughed and laughed.
There was no escape, no fighting back. She was his, as long as he pleased. From the look on his face, not to mention other areas, she had a long while yet to endure.
“You know you have to say it…” he taunted. Beth couldn’t answer. She shook her head rapidly as he honed in on her underarms, making sure to tickle the edges, and pinching for that top rib. Beth shrieked so loud that he was glad they were in a bunker.
“EEEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHA OKOK! PLEHEHEHEHEEAAAASSSSEEE!”
Victor didn’t let up just yet, and smirked at her. “Ok what? Thats not what I want to hear…” he went back to gentle scratching of Beth’s underarms so she could suck down enough air.
“That tickles! Ok? Hahahahahaha no more! Please! Hehehehehe stop it!”
Victor abandoned her armpits, but any relief Beth felt was short lived, as Victor quickly traveled down to her exposed feet.
Beth’s feet had never been subjected to such torture as they now faced. Victor attacked her stretched out feet with both hands and showed absolutely no mercy. She fell into silent laughter, and shook around like there was a demon inside her.
She yanked back against the stocks, desperate to free her feet. The solid construction creaked against her tugging legs, but the ticklish onslaught went on without interruption. All Beth could do was laugh. And laugh, and laugh.
She couldn’t even curl her toes, and the true state of her helplessness began to sink in as she tried to form little protected valleys in her soles, but the toeties held their baby blue captives in place, and the tickling only continued.
“HAHAHAHAHA MERCY! MERCY! PLEHEHEHEHEHEAASSASSEEEE!” Beth managed to plead, but that only egged Victor on, as he leaned forward and started to lick her gorgeous toes.
Victor actually recoiled at the shriek that came out of his beautiful blonde prisoner, and her boyfriend covered his eyes, but he couldn’t look away.
Rick must have tickled poor Beth a hundred times before, but not once had she reached this level of desperation. Even when she begged him, there had been a playful undertone to her entreaties, as if she knew he would stop soon anyway. He had seen more intense scenes with models, but they were models, placeholders. With Victor, it was all real.
The desperation was real. The fear in her wide, crazy eyes over her twisted smile was real. The mind racing for some lopsided bargain to make it end was real. And the tightening in his shorts as he watched his favorite ticklish girl suffer was far, too real.
Rick wasn’t sure just how long this session went on, as his eyes were focused on his beautiful girlfriend, refusing to miss a moment of it. Not as her hair grew sweaty, as her laughs gave way to screams. None of it.
Victor’s techniques were as cruel as they were creative. He would occasionally go back up to tickle her hips or her ribs, but he always returned to her trapped feet. Just as it seemed like Beth was losing her sensitivity, he would dart over to her underarms. After half a minute of Beth begging to be tickled anywhere else, he would return to her feet.
Rick was mesmerized to watch Victor tickling just one of Beth’s feet with both hands. He would tickle her arches with one hand, and her instep with the other. Victor seemed to especially love the more subtle curve on the outside of her foot, making Beth toss her head back and forth as he tickled it. He was frozen to the spot as Victor attacked directly under both sets of her restrained toes. He wouldn’t stop this show for anything.
That is, until she screamed her safeword at the top of her lungs.
“REDDDD!! HAHAHAHAHAHA REDREDRED!” She pitched her head forward in silent laughter as she finished with the last of her breath. Victor lurched back from her, almost at the moment when Rick stood to rescue her. Beth’s grateful eyes flitted to him as she sagged in the chair, a few cackles and giggles still on her lips.
Victor moved forward to untie her, and she recoiled with a loud yelp. “Hehehey!” she giggled with wide eyes like a trapped coyote.
“Just gonna untie you,” he said, his hands upraised.
“How, how much longer? Hehehe…” Rick looked at the watch and stopped it. Seeing her shattered state, that was the last thing on his mind.
“Don’t worry about that Beth,” said Victor, smiling warmly. “We just had a pretty intense session, and I am guessing this was your first time in the stocks.”
She nodded, but turned back to Rick, the question on her lips. When he looked down, the timer sat at 18 minutes elapsed, and he grimaced. Her face dropped an inch at his reaction.
“You don’t have to finish,” said Victor. “That's what safewords are for.” he untied her other arm and rubbed her wrist between his hands, even kissing her knuckles.
“She still owes about 12 minutes,” said Rick matter of factly, but Victor frowned, and gestured to him to untie the other side.
Beth went limp against the chair as her wrists were freed, and Victor unlocked the stocks. He gave her some water as Rick massaged her ankles. Once she had her breathing close to normal, they took her back upstairs. She laid out on the couch, for a moment, and Victor brought a pitcher of soda in.
It was at least twenty minutes before Beth calmed down again, and rose to a half sitting position in Rick’s lap. She started playing with her hair, and blushing, avoiding Victor’s gaze. “I’m, sorry I didn’t last,” she mumbled, and Victor laughed, hugging her tightly.
“You did beautifully, my dear Beth. I put you through a lot, now just relax,” he cupped her cheek in an intimate fashion as he said this, and she stiffened, her lips forming into a pout.
“No, I promised you a hotel fee, and I am not weak, you should be able to collect.”
Victor laughed again, and Rick’s eyes went wide that anybody could be called weak for calling their safeword on the torture she just endured.
“Beth, it took a tough girl to take that. But if you insist on paying, maybe we can have some foot worship, later. With interest.” He winked as he added that last part, and Beth smiled weakly, wiggling her toes at him. She did feel very pampered when his mouth was all over her feet, she thought.
Beth and Rick went back out to the beach, and Victor found himself back at his laptop, hammering away at his latest assignment for the impatient Val. She had eaten up the last pages he sent, surely, she would be eager for more.
Victor emerged from his study at last to find Beth covered up, wearing a tshirt and a pair of flare bottom jeans that only allowed her toes to be seen. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, but she looked refreshed.
They chatted for a while and ate a nice dinner, but finally, Beth got up with the plates and cleared the table. She didn’t have to look to know the boys were staring, and felt very ready to play the tease once more. When she was done, she did a little spin on her tiptoes, allowing the boys a glimpse of her arches and soles. She stayed facing away from them, and popped a foot in the air. “Are you ready for me?”
It was all the invitation that Victor needed as he rose from the couch and stalked towards her like a mountain lion. He saw Beth shudder, fight internally if it was worth making a run for it, but she restrained herself, and only wiggled her toes invitingly, making sure he saw that baby blue polish that drove him mad.
Victor didn’t pounce, but instead, he dragged a single finger along Beth’s sole, earning himself a squeak as she shut her lips tightly, a playful fear in her eyes. He offered his hand moments later. “Shall we?”
Beth practically pranced towards one of the few windows in the bunker, short and wide, considering its original purpose. Rick had never before noticed that just below the low window, Victor had set a day bed. It looked perfectly cozy to lounge on, set with several pillows and a thin blanket. And only big enough for two. If Victor claimed his due there, Rick couldn’t sit any closer than the kitchen.
Victor cast a look over his shoulder that told him this was a deliberate choice. A flare of jealousy burned in Rick’s throat and chest. Even as Beth faced the window, raised her legs far higher than necessary, putting on a little show as she climbed onto the small day bed, Rick found himself scrambling to the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder just long enough to see Beth grip the back of the day bed, sway her hips and wiggle her toes. She looked back at him with her tongue between her teeth, and he forgot what he was doing for a moment.
Beth sank down with her feet out to the side, and started playing with her hair, her million dollar smile focused not on her boyfriend, but on Victor.
Victor started his watch, and leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Beth’s arch. She gasped, and suddenly they heard a chair scraping quickly along the floor as Rick hurried to her side.
She crinkled her nose at Rick, as if he was ruining the mood, intruding. He looked down, even as Victor dragged his lips across her bare soles, and she moaned softly in quiet delight. His kisses proceeded from her heels, zig zagging across her delicate arches, all the way up to her wiggling toes. He made an effort to kiss each toe that made Beth purse her lips and giggle softly to herself.
Rick couldn’t see past the back of Victor’s head, but from the elongated squeal that came out of his girlfriend, he had to guess that Victor was licking her toes, darting his tongue in between them.
“Eeeeeeep! Vihhihihiccc!” Even his name sounded so similar through Beth’s playful giggles, Rick thought as he saw Victor adjust his hands, presumably to hold his beautiful girlfriend still. She continued to giggle softly, but there was no overhanging dread or panic to them.
Beth was plainly enjoying herself, from the attention to the sensation. Maybe it was even just the novelty of it all. That was certainly playing in Rick’s own mind.
They went on like this for a few minutes, and Victor stood up, awkwardly. Seeing this man so uncomfortable over his beautiful girlfriend made Rick grin. Victor may pretend to have the power here, he thought, but that girl could melt any man.
Victor climbed onto the daybed beside Beth, who turned to lay across the daybed lengthwise, her feet in Victor’s lap. Victor settled in, cupping a heel and lifting her arch directly to his lips. Rick leaned forward in his chair, getting his best view yet as Victor focused on her arch. Wherever he migrated, her toes, heels, the sides of her feet, he always came back to rub his cheeks along her arches. Beth was purring under his kisses.
Finally, he put Beth fully on her back, and lifted her feet straight up. He held her feet together by the ankles and just motorboated her arches, without the sound effect.
Beth, on the other hand let out a rapid stream of giggles. She had slammed her eyes shut, and her ankles were very gently pumping up and down.
“That tickles?” Rick asked, speaking for the first time through the whole ordeal.
“Hihihis beard! Hehehehehehehe,” was all she managed to say before a fresh fit of giggles came on. It was a far more manageable tickle until he popped her toes into his mouth and started tracing the stems with his tongue. This had Beth bucking her hips and yelping between belly laughs.
Just as Victor started nibbling the outer edge of her foot, which got her awkwardly trying to sit up and protect her feet, the timer went off. Victor gave her arches one last fond kiss, his breathing nearly ragged, and Rick felt a huge pang of disappointment.
Victor sat back against the wall as Beth’s legs draped across his lap, his hand lazily fondling her arch. “Well, how did that compare?” He asked with a chuckle. Beth still had a few giggles on her breath, but her laughter turned smug when Victor’s eyes went wide, and he gasped suddenly.
Rick followed Beth’s other foot, and saw it rubbing softly along his crotch. Paired with the smug look on Beth’s face, it was a scene to die for, watching this domineering man reduced to a gasping mess.
“It was nice, not as overwhelming as the stocks,” she said, biting her lip as she focused on her rubbing.
“You’re…paid up for today,” said Victor, trying to sound playful, even patting her free foot as if to confirm.
“Oh?” She mused. “I was just tipping my masseuse.” Her eyes met Rick’s, and in that sultry, knowing gaze, there was a question. Rick only nodded, and reached out his hand. Beth’s temptress look softened into one of pure tenderness for a moment. She took Rick’s hand, and then turned back to Victor, stroking him more firmly with her foot.
“Of course, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.” She gave him a wink, knowing full well what his answer would be. Victor couldn’t even speak, just shaking his head.
He didn’t last a minute after nearly a half hour worshipping her soft soles, especially with one still in his hand. He traced the pad under her toes, eliciting a soft giggle, and he was finished. His hand gripped her arch tightly as he lurched forward and shook at the hips. Beth kept stroking until she knew every drop was gone. “Thank you for being so good to me,” she said softly. She looked over to Rick, and he wasn’t in a much better state.
Victor excused himself to change his shorts, seeming bashful for the first time since she arrived, and it gave Beth a surge of adrenaline, like winning a bet, or finishing a race.
They relaxed on the couch for a while when Victor came back, flicking through the channels. Beth settled herself into her boyfriend’s lap this time, laying back on the couch. Victor finally gave a clue as to what he was doing all morning, and asked his guest an interesting question.
“Listen guys, I’m heading on a little trip tomorrow. If you want to stay you're more than welcome, but there will be a beach party and some food, music, and dancing, if you guys wanted to come…”
Rick’s head craned towards him, and Beth’s popped up over his legs like a prairie dog. “Beach party?” she asked, her voice laced with excitement.
“Well, it’s not gonna be an insane party like a spring break blowout, but it’ll be fun. Except…”
“Except what? Are there gonna be more insane ticklers there?” Beth giggled. Her toes wiggled invitingly just inches from his hands.
“No, just me,” he said with a grin.
“Well then what’s the catch? Why wouldn’t we like it?” asked Rick.
“Thing is, that beach is in Cuba.”
To be continued...
