tickleplayerotica
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- Jul 11, 2014
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“Here,” said Quincy, taking charge. “She’s fucking sensitive as fuck, watch — “
She made both her hands into wriggling spiders, touched them to either side of Kendall’s ribcage. The result was like two live electrodes sparking a battery.
Kendall yelped.
“D-OHH, GOD!”
Her bare breasts thrust upward as she strained against the straps, nipples like ripe strawberries.
Quincy tickled all over Kendall’s belly, up and down her sides, looking back at Draven and grinning like a demon. See?
Kendall squealed, thrashing about, an astounded smile on her face, her eyes stretched wide open. Her hands and feet flopped helplessly.
“H-H’ohhh my GOD!” she shrieked.
“See?” said Quincy.
Draven was entranced. He’d found his trajectory. He touched Quincy lightly on the elbow.
“Hold on there,” he said. “It’s better if we ease her into it now. Here, watch.”
Quincy released Kendall. Kendall gasped for air. She settled back against the bedsheets.
“The one thing I hate the most!” she exclaimed.
“Like this,” said Draven. “If she’s really that sensitive…”
He extended his pointer finger and traced it along Kendall’s bikini line. Kendall tried to keep her nerves contained, following his finger with wide eyes as he lightly touched up her belly and down again, slowly.
“Ttt-ttt-ttss-ttt-sss-“ said Kendall, shaking her hips side to side, trying to suck her belly in and away.
“You have to ease her into it,” said Draven. He licked his lips again, each hot breath he took was drying them out. “I’m barely touching her...”
“She is RIGHT FUCKING HERE,” yelled Kendall, squirming.
“What are you, like, a little hip dancer?” Quincy said, grinning her devil grin and watching Kendall try to avoid Draven's finger. “Yeah, take it. Take it.”
Draven fanned his fingers out, wiggled them. Kendall sucked her stomach in and tried to evade them. Draven dangled his hand just over her stomach, letting her shrink away only to meet his fingers again when she inhaled. She tried holding her breath a couple times but each time she spat it out with an exasperated, defeated bout of giggles.
Draven added his other hand to the fun.
Kendall began to sputter, to speak in tongues, to struggle. The corners of her lips stretched out in an open-mouthed, uncontrolled smile. Air escaped from between her clenched teeth. She squeezed her eyes shut, frantically wagged her head from side to side, strained her neck and chin upward away from the tickling. Her body convulsed to the left and the right.
“Tttttsssssssssss….thhhhhh — this-THIS is bu-hul-hul-hul-shiiit!”
Draven drew his hands back.
“Here, I’m gonna focus on her stomach and sides,” he said to Quincy. “You get her feet and legs. Let’s see how long she can stand us going nonstop.”
Quincy scampered to the foot of the bed.
“WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS?!” yelled poor Kendall as they descended upon her.
Draven bent over like a surgeon. He dragged his clawed fingers up and down Kendall's torso, dug them in just enough to elicit squirms and squeals and gasps, tracing circles around the larger freckles on her belly, savoring the sight of her stomach sucking in and away, the absolute control he had over her.
Kendall made strange gurgling noises, involuntary expulsions of air bursting from between her lips. Her feet and legs and entire body twitched, writhed and scrunched as Draven and Quincy poked and prodded and raked at her, gradually increasing their intensity and velocity.
Quincy worked Kendall’s feet and legs, tickling the undersides of her knees and her inner thighs as Draven worked her torso.
When Quincy began tickling both her feet at once, Kendall couldn’t hold it in anymore. She began to shriek, scream and laugh with all her might, her resolve collapsing like a rotten roof. She thrashed her head about, her hair a bright red blur. Tears began to seep from the corners of her eyes, her mouth wide open in breathless exultation.
After a few more moments of the ruthless tickling, she finally did away with the shrieks and squeals and squirms and began to full-on scream, to run out of breath, to suck in vital gulps of air, to lose them to more bouts of screaming before her lungs were full. She sounded like an animal caught in a trap.
She yanked at the ropes securing her arms and legs. Her hands and feet stopped rolling and kicking about and began to vibrate in place, her fists and toes clenching and unclenching rapidly. The ropes tightened, holding her down.
“Very bad girl,” said Quincy, tickling Kendall’s feet, scraping her nails up and down and up and down.
To say Draven was thoroughly aroused would be an understatement of transcendental proportions. He was pure libido, a cypher of human-shaped desire, on autopilot, fully aware yet barely present.
“STOP,” Kendall screamed, suffering, abject pain. “PLEASE STOP! STAAAAAHHPPPPP!”
“This is fun,” grinned Quincy from her spot at Kendall’s feet, nibbling on Kendall’s clamping toes.
Draven worked his fingers across Kendall’s flat white belly and up her sides, eventually moving to behind her knees and her inner thighs while Quincy stayed occupied with her feet.
“STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTAAAAAAHP,” screamed Kendall. Tears ran down her face. “PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STAAAAAHP!”
Kendall’s most sensitive spots were definitely her inner thighs and her armpits, both of which brought out the most piercing, wordless screams whenever touched. Draven mercilessly pinched and tickled, fingers a blur.
“STAAAAAHP, PLEASE STAAAAAHP,” Kendall continued to scream. “OH GAAAWD, PLEASE STAAAHP!”
Her cries reverberated through the dungeon and out into the forest. She writhed and strained against the ropes holding her to the mattress.
Draven felt like he was about to explode. Lord knew when he’d have this opportunity another time. He didn’t want to get off the wave, lest it never crest again. His dick, drooling precum, wagged between his legs like a lance.
Quincy let up on Kendall’s feet and crawled up on the slab, back arched, cat-like. Draven stopped tickling and stepped back, getting out of her way. He touched himself.
“Fuck me,” gasped Kendall, her chest heaving. Her cheeks were wet. She shook her head up at Draven. “No more, please, please, I can’t anymore, I can’t, I really fucking can’t—“”
Quincy jammed her wriggling fingers into Kendall armpits. Kendall screamed again, breasts straining upward, nipples pink as cotton candy. Quincy sat on Kendall’s waist, pinning her, tickling away.
“STOP, FUCKING ****, FUCKING STAAAHPP, I HATE YOU, AHHHH-- I HATE YOUUUUUU!”
Quincy giggled, tickling away.
She made both her hands into wriggling spiders, touched them to either side of Kendall’s ribcage. The result was like two live electrodes sparking a battery.
Kendall yelped.
“D-OHH, GOD!”
Her bare breasts thrust upward as she strained against the straps, nipples like ripe strawberries.
Quincy tickled all over Kendall’s belly, up and down her sides, looking back at Draven and grinning like a demon. See?
Kendall squealed, thrashing about, an astounded smile on her face, her eyes stretched wide open. Her hands and feet flopped helplessly.
“H-H’ohhh my GOD!” she shrieked.
“See?” said Quincy.
Draven was entranced. He’d found his trajectory. He touched Quincy lightly on the elbow.
“Hold on there,” he said. “It’s better if we ease her into it now. Here, watch.”
Quincy released Kendall. Kendall gasped for air. She settled back against the bedsheets.
“The one thing I hate the most!” she exclaimed.
“Like this,” said Draven. “If she’s really that sensitive…”
He extended his pointer finger and traced it along Kendall’s bikini line. Kendall tried to keep her nerves contained, following his finger with wide eyes as he lightly touched up her belly and down again, slowly.
“Ttt-ttt-ttss-ttt-sss-“ said Kendall, shaking her hips side to side, trying to suck her belly in and away.
“You have to ease her into it,” said Draven. He licked his lips again, each hot breath he took was drying them out. “I’m barely touching her...”
“She is RIGHT FUCKING HERE,” yelled Kendall, squirming.
“What are you, like, a little hip dancer?” Quincy said, grinning her devil grin and watching Kendall try to avoid Draven's finger. “Yeah, take it. Take it.”
Draven fanned his fingers out, wiggled them. Kendall sucked her stomach in and tried to evade them. Draven dangled his hand just over her stomach, letting her shrink away only to meet his fingers again when she inhaled. She tried holding her breath a couple times but each time she spat it out with an exasperated, defeated bout of giggles.
Draven added his other hand to the fun.
Kendall began to sputter, to speak in tongues, to struggle. The corners of her lips stretched out in an open-mouthed, uncontrolled smile. Air escaped from between her clenched teeth. She squeezed her eyes shut, frantically wagged her head from side to side, strained her neck and chin upward away from the tickling. Her body convulsed to the left and the right.
“Tttttsssssssssss….thhhhhh — this-THIS is bu-hul-hul-hul-shiiit!”
Draven drew his hands back.
“Here, I’m gonna focus on her stomach and sides,” he said to Quincy. “You get her feet and legs. Let’s see how long she can stand us going nonstop.”
Quincy scampered to the foot of the bed.
“WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS?!” yelled poor Kendall as they descended upon her.
Draven bent over like a surgeon. He dragged his clawed fingers up and down Kendall's torso, dug them in just enough to elicit squirms and squeals and gasps, tracing circles around the larger freckles on her belly, savoring the sight of her stomach sucking in and away, the absolute control he had over her.
Kendall made strange gurgling noises, involuntary expulsions of air bursting from between her lips. Her feet and legs and entire body twitched, writhed and scrunched as Draven and Quincy poked and prodded and raked at her, gradually increasing their intensity and velocity.
Quincy worked Kendall’s feet and legs, tickling the undersides of her knees and her inner thighs as Draven worked her torso.
When Quincy began tickling both her feet at once, Kendall couldn’t hold it in anymore. She began to shriek, scream and laugh with all her might, her resolve collapsing like a rotten roof. She thrashed her head about, her hair a bright red blur. Tears began to seep from the corners of her eyes, her mouth wide open in breathless exultation.
After a few more moments of the ruthless tickling, she finally did away with the shrieks and squeals and squirms and began to full-on scream, to run out of breath, to suck in vital gulps of air, to lose them to more bouts of screaming before her lungs were full. She sounded like an animal caught in a trap.
She yanked at the ropes securing her arms and legs. Her hands and feet stopped rolling and kicking about and began to vibrate in place, her fists and toes clenching and unclenching rapidly. The ropes tightened, holding her down.
“Very bad girl,” said Quincy, tickling Kendall’s feet, scraping her nails up and down and up and down.
To say Draven was thoroughly aroused would be an understatement of transcendental proportions. He was pure libido, a cypher of human-shaped desire, on autopilot, fully aware yet barely present.
“STOP,” Kendall screamed, suffering, abject pain. “PLEASE STOP! STAAAAAHHPPPPP!”
“This is fun,” grinned Quincy from her spot at Kendall’s feet, nibbling on Kendall’s clamping toes.
Draven worked his fingers across Kendall’s flat white belly and up her sides, eventually moving to behind her knees and her inner thighs while Quincy stayed occupied with her feet.
“STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTAAAAAAHP,” screamed Kendall. Tears ran down her face. “PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STAAAAAHP!”
Kendall’s most sensitive spots were definitely her inner thighs and her armpits, both of which brought out the most piercing, wordless screams whenever touched. Draven mercilessly pinched and tickled, fingers a blur.
“STAAAAAHP, PLEASE STAAAAAHP,” Kendall continued to scream. “OH GAAAWD, PLEASE STAAAHP!”
Her cries reverberated through the dungeon and out into the forest. She writhed and strained against the ropes holding her to the mattress.
Draven felt like he was about to explode. Lord knew when he’d have this opportunity another time. He didn’t want to get off the wave, lest it never crest again. His dick, drooling precum, wagged between his legs like a lance.
Quincy let up on Kendall’s feet and crawled up on the slab, back arched, cat-like. Draven stopped tickling and stepped back, getting out of her way. He touched himself.
“Fuck me,” gasped Kendall, her chest heaving. Her cheeks were wet. She shook her head up at Draven. “No more, please, please, I can’t anymore, I can’t, I really fucking can’t—“”
Quincy jammed her wriggling fingers into Kendall armpits. Kendall screamed again, breasts straining upward, nipples pink as cotton candy. Quincy sat on Kendall’s waist, pinning her, tickling away.
“STOP, FUCKING ****, FUCKING STAAAHPP, I HATE YOU, AHHHH-- I HATE YOUUUUUU!”
Quincy giggled, tickling away.
Very intense. 
