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This is my first story like this, so bare with me if it's not great. This is only the first part of the story, so if y'all like it I'll post the rest.
Kat was an eighteen-year-old delinquent. She had been to Juvenile Hall so many times as a kid that they had gotten used to her just strolling around the halls for no good reason because when she was sent there she never tried to break free or start fights or anything. She just behaved. Some people thought she enjoyed going because she had no home outside Juvenile Hall as well as no parents. However, when she turned eighteen, she got a bit carried away with her mischief. She hadn’t realized that the day she turned eighteen, they’d start making her go to real adult prison. She got off with a warning the first time and she was relieved. She was a good person at heart and had never done anything to horrible to get into Juvenile Hall to start with. To bad she had made enemies as a young girl in Juvie for being so nice.
Kat sat in her apartment reading a book like she usually did on a Saturday. She was extremely surprised to hear a knock at the door around noon. She placed her bookmark in the book to keep her place and got up out of her winged armchair. Whoever was at the door knocked again and this time it was a lot more forced. “Coming!” She told them as she walked up to the door and looked through the peephole. Two cops stood with a detective in the hall. She unbolted the door and unhooked the chain before opening the door. “Can I help you?” “Are you Kathryn Merrier?” The detective asked in a low-toned gruff voice. “Yes, I’m Kathryn Merrier. Is there something you need?”
The detective looked her up and down. She was a beautiful women with dark hair, but even though she was somewhat flat chested the detective liked the look of her. He loved her red eyes the most out of her features. He was surprised, however, to see she was so pale. Most women went to the beach or a tanning salon to keep from being this pale, but Kat didn’t seem to do that. Her t-shirt was form fitting enough for his eyes to wander slightly to her chest before averting his eyes. Her jeans were too big for her though and she wore sneakers over her small feet. He looked her over a final time, lingering on her chest again. Luckily for him, Kat didn’t notice too much. She was much shorter then the detective and she wasn’t paying much attention to where his eyes were because she was trying to find a reason for them to be at her doorstep.
“You are being charged with the attempted murder of Calvin Voskow.” The two police officers went to either side of Kat and even though it didn’t take two of them to handcuff her, they got the handcuffs on. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” One officer droned on as he dragged the protesting Kat to the car.
Kat sat, waiting to be questioned by the officers. The detective came in with his hands in his pockets. “Miss Kathryn Merrier, May I call you Kat?” He asked, hopeful. “No.” “Kathryn then?” Again, the hopeful tone. “No. Miss Merrier.” “Fine. Miss Merrier.” He began walking about the room. “Where were you at nine o’ clock three days ago?” “I was at home reading like I always am.” The detective was surprised Kat was so willing to answer his questions. Maybe she was cocky and thought she could get away with attempted murder? “You do realize you could ask for your lawyer.” “Yes. I don’t have one and I do not need one for this. I’ve been in court enough times to know what to do.” The detective didn’t like her attitude. “Well, can anyone confirm that you were in your home at that time until about eleven?” “No. I live alone. And no one cares what goes on around them.” The detective looked her over one last time before departing.
Kat sighed. She had never tried to kill someone. Even in her Juvie days. What would make them think she had done it in the first place? In any case, she could get her way out. She had gone through court many times and it would be simple to get out of this.
Kat’s trial was scheduled about two days later in front of one of the old judges who had tried her when she went to Juvie. “The State vs. Kathryn Merrier.” The bailiff spoke out. “All rise for the honorable Judge Cornwell.” Everybody stood respectively until Judge Cornwell, a man in his early fifties, late forties, sat at his seat. “How many times must I give you a trial, Miss Merrier?” He asked as a joke. “As many times as it take, Corny.” Kat spoke with a joking tone implied. “But this time, I didn’t do anything wrong.” “Well, that’s a surprise, Kathryn.” The judge looked at the file the bailiff handed him. “Charged with attempted murder?” “That’s what I said.” The judge fixed his wire-rimmed spectacles before going through the rest of the business.
Skipping forward to after the trial had ended. “Kathryn Merrier, I am sorry to say you are charged guilty for the attempted murder of Calvin Voskow. You are here-by sentenced to fifteen years in a woman’s prison.” “What!? You can’t be serious, sir! I’ve never hurt anyone, let alone tried to kill someone!” “I’m sorry but this is how it has to be.” He pounded the mallet into the wood on his desk and stood. He left with a last look at Kathryn who was kneeling and pulling at her hair. She seemed just like a child again.
Kathryn was in handcuffs as she walked down the halls of the prison. They put her in with two other women. Both of them were blonde and slim figured with bright blue eyes. They appeared to be twins and Kat would’ve easily guessed they had gotten caught together. They were both in the orange jumpsuit’s the prison made them wear. They had both occupied the lower bunks, so Kat took a top bunk on the right side of the cell.
As she climbed up, however, the blonde in the bottom bunk under her grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled until she came crashing back down. The other blonde-haired woman ended up catching her before she hit the floor. “So you’re the new girl then?” The one who had pulled her ankle asked. Kat only nodded. “What’re you in for?” “Attempted murder.” “Ha!” Both blonde’s laughed, startling Kat. “You’re to scrawny to try murderin anyone.” The blonde in front of her accentuated this with a nip at both of her sides, making Kat squeal. Both blondes were intrigued by this turn of events. The new girl was ticklish, which meant a lot more fun while they were in jail.
“Gabby.” The blonde in front of Kat spoke. Gabby held Kat’s arms over her head, which wasn’t difficult considering the height difference, and the other blonde grabbed the bed sheets. They used them to tie Kat’s wrists together and then tied them to the bars on the bed. The most she was able to do was swing back and forth as she sat on the ground with her hands over her head. “Babs?” Gabby asked. Babs nodded and Gabby sat to one side of Kat’s upper body.
Gabby grabbed the zipper on the front of Kat’s jumpsuit and pulled it down to her waist. Kat only had a white tube top on that covered nothing but her breasts, so there was free territory all over her upper body to be poked and prodded. “Please don’t do this. I’ve never done anything to anyone to deserve this!” Kat pleaded as Gabby’s hands disappeared through the opening of the jumpsuit. The next thing she felt was nails brushing her tummy and sides, making her giggle madly. “Plehehease! Dohohohohon’t!” Kat tried once more, but Gabby didn’t stop her assault. She moved up and down Kat’s sides and wiggled her finger in her navel making her shriek and struggle, but the sheets held tight and Kat could only sit there and bear it.
Gabby’s next move was to tug slightly at the tube top before her fingers went under it and began scratching lightly at the undersides of Kat’s breasts. “Babs, she’s quite the flat-chested one here, but she’s real ticklish anyway!” Gabby must have been the more dense of the pair. “Nohohohohoho! Plehehehehehease! Stohahahahahap!” Kat pleaded, but Gabby only made the tickling all the worse as she circled her breasts with her nails. Kat screamed in ticklish agony, hoping someone would hear her and come help her. Gabby kept it up with a stupid grin spread across her face as Babs watched Kat struggle and scream, but no one came and Kat’s predicament only got worse.
Babs knelt down near Kat’s size seven feet and pulled off her shoes and socks, admiring her little toes. She took hold of her middle toe and her pinky toe and wiggled them. Kat’s laughter increased and her face turned pink. “Nohohoho! Plehehehehehease!” Kat tried to plead one final time before Babs changed toes. Kat’s laughter escalated for a moment. Babs liked the reaction and wiggled all of her toes on both her feet. When that task was done, Babs lifted Kat’s right foot up. Her toes wiggled, trying to get away from what was next, but Babs didn’t let them. She engulfed Kat’s toes in her mouth and sucked on them while her tongue explored the foot in her mouth. Kat was limp now and just taking the tickling with a flushed face and tears running down her face. Gabby was still circling Kat’s breasts with her fingernails and now with Babs sucking on her toes she was completely hysterical. Kat thought it couldn’t get any worse then that, but Gabby proved her wrong.
Gabby was loving the laughter Kat was belting, but she wanted more. She leaned over Kat’s tummy and put her mouth to it before blowing a long and drawn out raspberry. Kat’s laughter went silent until Gabby let up before she made any sound again. Gabby had fun with this as she gave Kat raspberries wherever she could get her mouth. Once she got bored of this, Gabby had put her mouth to Kat’s navel. She stuck her tongue out and licked in her deep navel. Kat screamed even louder then she had been and her face was completely red and flushed. Her tears kept her hair stuck to her face as the twins kept up their torture. Babs had stopped sucking on Kat’s right toes and given her a second of relief of that, but it immediately started again when she picked up the left foot and began sucking on those toes. Kat had to put up with the tongue in her navel, the circling fingernails around her breasts, and the toe sucking. It was pure torture for her. It finally ended twenty minutes later when the women came out of the yard. Babs and Gabby untied Kat’s wrists and fixed her up so it looked like nothing had happened.
Kat couldn’t stand up, so Gabby and Babs helped her, nipping her sides as they did, making her squeal and jump as much as she could with her arms over their shoulders. They got her up into her bunk and as soon as she got settled, she fell asleep. She didn’t wake up until the next morning.
Kat woke up with the sun in her face and a feeling of being refreshed. At first she couldn’t remember the previous night’s events. At least until she realized she was in an orange jumpsuit in a prison cell. “Hey, our little girl’s up!” Gabby yelled as she stood up from her bunk. Kat had no intention of going down and being friendly with one of the torture sisters. “Don’t make Babs get you down.” She said waving her finger up at Kat. “Why can’t you get her?” Babs said from the bunk underneath. “Cause I don’t like heights.” Babs let out an exasperated sigh. “Are you coming down or what?” Babs yelled up agitated. Kat got down sheepishly from her bunk and when she looked towards the cell doors, they were open. The women were in the courtyard again. “It’s time to play!” Gabby said, who was nearly jumping up and down with joy. Kat swallowed the lump in her throat before Babs took hold of her arm. Kat had meant to run out the open cell doors, but she had hesitated.
Gabby checked the hall for people and Babs began tying Kat up with the bed sheets. When Gabby made her way back over to the pair, Kat was in the same position as the day before. She knew they’d tickle her even if she begged them not to, so she kept her mouth shut today. She figured it was better then being raped by a woman, so she bared it as Gabby sat by Kat’s side and Babs took a seat near Kat’s feet. Babs got rid of the shoes and socks and Gabby unzipped Kat’s jumpsuit. Babs was the first to do anything. She stroked Kat’s sole up and down before beginning to wiggle her toes like she had done the night before. Gabby’s hands disappeared into Kat’s jumpsuit again, but this time she slid her nails from her armpits to her hips, kneading them, then going back up. This and the foot tickling made Kat giggle like crazy. Gabby danced her nails around Kat’s tummy, making the giggling escalate.
Finally, Gabby’s hands disappeared under the tube top and she began circling her breasts with her nails making Kat’s giggling go straight up to screaming laughter. Gabby’s next move was to make her head disappear into the jumpsuit. Instead of blowing raspberries like she had done the day before, however, she began using her tongue to lick wherever she could get. Kat’s screams got louder and more hysterical when she began using her tongue for what her fingers had done. She nibbled Kat’s sides and hips and her navel, which made her scream even more, before Babs began sucking and licking her toes. She went completely silent and they both stopped what they were doing, thinking she had passed out. She hung limp and breathed deeply, thankful for the break in her torture.
Kat had never been tickled like this before. In fact, she had never been tickled before, period. This was a new extreme for her and if it kept up, this would be a long fifteen years. Babs smirked and got up and went over to the open cell door. She disappeared to the right and came back after five minutes with a big and muscular looking woman. She was dark-haired and green-eyed with the same orange jumpsuit everyone else wore.
“Have a go at her. Just don’t rip her clothing. Come on Gabby.” Gabby whined like a child, but followed Babs out, leaving Kat with the big woman. “So you’re the one who’s been screaming the whole time?” Kat nodded slightly as the woman knelt at her side. The woman’s hands were bigger then Gabby’s and she didn’t have Gabby’s long nails, but she substituted with something that Kat hadn’t seen in her fist when her hand disappeared into the unzipped jumpsuit. It scratched at her navel, sides, ribs, and tummy and when it came time for the breasts, the woman felt it’d be easier to pull the tube top down over her tummy. Whatever had replaced the fingernails circling motion around her breasts seemed to tickle even worse and Kat couldn’t help screaming hysterically. “Plehehehehehease! Stohahahahahahap! I cahahahahan’t tahahahahake ihihihihihihit!” The woman enjoyed this to much to even hear Kat’s pleas, and when the woman’s head vanished into the jumpsuit Kat screamed in hysterical agony. The woman’s tongue explored all of her upper body, favoring the outer sides of Kat’s breasts, which sent her over the edge. She passed out after ten minutes of this torment.
Kat woke up half an hour later as someone shook her awake. She opened her eyes and found Gabby and Babs back in their spots. “Well, you seemed to have had fun.” Babs started with a grin on her face. “You don’t mind if we continue, do you?” Babs didn’t let Kat answer as Kat’s toes disappeared into her mouth and began its torturous rhythm. Kat began struggling and pulling at her restraints until Gabby’s hands went into the jumpsuit. Kat’s laughter immediately escalated, but Gabby didn’t give her time to get used to the nails scratching at her navel and lower tummy until she stuck her head into the jumpsuit. Her tongue did the same as the big woman’s but Gabby’s tongue focused on her breasts. Kat screamed in ticklish agony and tried struggling again, but it did nothing to help as Gabby and Babs continued their torture.
Gabby’s teeth began to nibble at the sides of Kat’s breasts and she went into all out ballistic laughter. Her scream of laughter was high pitched before she went limp and let the torture continue. It seemed to get worse and worse every second. The twins didn’t want Kat to pass out, so they weren’t tickling her to the best of their abilities. If they kept this up as long as she was in prison, Kat would literally die laughing.
Kat was an eighteen-year-old delinquent. She had been to Juvenile Hall so many times as a kid that they had gotten used to her just strolling around the halls for no good reason because when she was sent there she never tried to break free or start fights or anything. She just behaved. Some people thought she enjoyed going because she had no home outside Juvenile Hall as well as no parents. However, when she turned eighteen, she got a bit carried away with her mischief. She hadn’t realized that the day she turned eighteen, they’d start making her go to real adult prison. She got off with a warning the first time and she was relieved. She was a good person at heart and had never done anything to horrible to get into Juvenile Hall to start with. To bad she had made enemies as a young girl in Juvie for being so nice.
Kat sat in her apartment reading a book like she usually did on a Saturday. She was extremely surprised to hear a knock at the door around noon. She placed her bookmark in the book to keep her place and got up out of her winged armchair. Whoever was at the door knocked again and this time it was a lot more forced. “Coming!” She told them as she walked up to the door and looked through the peephole. Two cops stood with a detective in the hall. She unbolted the door and unhooked the chain before opening the door. “Can I help you?” “Are you Kathryn Merrier?” The detective asked in a low-toned gruff voice. “Yes, I’m Kathryn Merrier. Is there something you need?”
The detective looked her up and down. She was a beautiful women with dark hair, but even though she was somewhat flat chested the detective liked the look of her. He loved her red eyes the most out of her features. He was surprised, however, to see she was so pale. Most women went to the beach or a tanning salon to keep from being this pale, but Kat didn’t seem to do that. Her t-shirt was form fitting enough for his eyes to wander slightly to her chest before averting his eyes. Her jeans were too big for her though and she wore sneakers over her small feet. He looked her over a final time, lingering on her chest again. Luckily for him, Kat didn’t notice too much. She was much shorter then the detective and she wasn’t paying much attention to where his eyes were because she was trying to find a reason for them to be at her doorstep.
“You are being charged with the attempted murder of Calvin Voskow.” The two police officers went to either side of Kat and even though it didn’t take two of them to handcuff her, they got the handcuffs on. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” One officer droned on as he dragged the protesting Kat to the car.
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Kat sat, waiting to be questioned by the officers. The detective came in with his hands in his pockets. “Miss Kathryn Merrier, May I call you Kat?” He asked, hopeful. “No.” “Kathryn then?” Again, the hopeful tone. “No. Miss Merrier.” “Fine. Miss Merrier.” He began walking about the room. “Where were you at nine o’ clock three days ago?” “I was at home reading like I always am.” The detective was surprised Kat was so willing to answer his questions. Maybe she was cocky and thought she could get away with attempted murder? “You do realize you could ask for your lawyer.” “Yes. I don’t have one and I do not need one for this. I’ve been in court enough times to know what to do.” The detective didn’t like her attitude. “Well, can anyone confirm that you were in your home at that time until about eleven?” “No. I live alone. And no one cares what goes on around them.” The detective looked her over one last time before departing.
Kat sighed. She had never tried to kill someone. Even in her Juvie days. What would make them think she had done it in the first place? In any case, she could get her way out. She had gone through court many times and it would be simple to get out of this.
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Kat’s trial was scheduled about two days later in front of one of the old judges who had tried her when she went to Juvie. “The State vs. Kathryn Merrier.” The bailiff spoke out. “All rise for the honorable Judge Cornwell.” Everybody stood respectively until Judge Cornwell, a man in his early fifties, late forties, sat at his seat. “How many times must I give you a trial, Miss Merrier?” He asked as a joke. “As many times as it take, Corny.” Kat spoke with a joking tone implied. “But this time, I didn’t do anything wrong.” “Well, that’s a surprise, Kathryn.” The judge looked at the file the bailiff handed him. “Charged with attempted murder?” “That’s what I said.” The judge fixed his wire-rimmed spectacles before going through the rest of the business.
Skipping forward to after the trial had ended. “Kathryn Merrier, I am sorry to say you are charged guilty for the attempted murder of Calvin Voskow. You are here-by sentenced to fifteen years in a woman’s prison.” “What!? You can’t be serious, sir! I’ve never hurt anyone, let alone tried to kill someone!” “I’m sorry but this is how it has to be.” He pounded the mallet into the wood on his desk and stood. He left with a last look at Kathryn who was kneeling and pulling at her hair. She seemed just like a child again.
~*~*~*~
Kathryn was in handcuffs as she walked down the halls of the prison. They put her in with two other women. Both of them were blonde and slim figured with bright blue eyes. They appeared to be twins and Kat would’ve easily guessed they had gotten caught together. They were both in the orange jumpsuit’s the prison made them wear. They had both occupied the lower bunks, so Kat took a top bunk on the right side of the cell.
As she climbed up, however, the blonde in the bottom bunk under her grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled until she came crashing back down. The other blonde-haired woman ended up catching her before she hit the floor. “So you’re the new girl then?” The one who had pulled her ankle asked. Kat only nodded. “What’re you in for?” “Attempted murder.” “Ha!” Both blonde’s laughed, startling Kat. “You’re to scrawny to try murderin anyone.” The blonde in front of her accentuated this with a nip at both of her sides, making Kat squeal. Both blondes were intrigued by this turn of events. The new girl was ticklish, which meant a lot more fun while they were in jail.
“Gabby.” The blonde in front of Kat spoke. Gabby held Kat’s arms over her head, which wasn’t difficult considering the height difference, and the other blonde grabbed the bed sheets. They used them to tie Kat’s wrists together and then tied them to the bars on the bed. The most she was able to do was swing back and forth as she sat on the ground with her hands over her head. “Babs?” Gabby asked. Babs nodded and Gabby sat to one side of Kat’s upper body.
Gabby grabbed the zipper on the front of Kat’s jumpsuit and pulled it down to her waist. Kat only had a white tube top on that covered nothing but her breasts, so there was free territory all over her upper body to be poked and prodded. “Please don’t do this. I’ve never done anything to anyone to deserve this!” Kat pleaded as Gabby’s hands disappeared through the opening of the jumpsuit. The next thing she felt was nails brushing her tummy and sides, making her giggle madly. “Plehehease! Dohohohohon’t!” Kat tried once more, but Gabby didn’t stop her assault. She moved up and down Kat’s sides and wiggled her finger in her navel making her shriek and struggle, but the sheets held tight and Kat could only sit there and bear it.
Gabby’s next move was to tug slightly at the tube top before her fingers went under it and began scratching lightly at the undersides of Kat’s breasts. “Babs, she’s quite the flat-chested one here, but she’s real ticklish anyway!” Gabby must have been the more dense of the pair. “Nohohohohoho! Plehehehehehease! Stohahahahahap!” Kat pleaded, but Gabby only made the tickling all the worse as she circled her breasts with her nails. Kat screamed in ticklish agony, hoping someone would hear her and come help her. Gabby kept it up with a stupid grin spread across her face as Babs watched Kat struggle and scream, but no one came and Kat’s predicament only got worse.
Babs knelt down near Kat’s size seven feet and pulled off her shoes and socks, admiring her little toes. She took hold of her middle toe and her pinky toe and wiggled them. Kat’s laughter increased and her face turned pink. “Nohohoho! Plehehehehehease!” Kat tried to plead one final time before Babs changed toes. Kat’s laughter escalated for a moment. Babs liked the reaction and wiggled all of her toes on both her feet. When that task was done, Babs lifted Kat’s right foot up. Her toes wiggled, trying to get away from what was next, but Babs didn’t let them. She engulfed Kat’s toes in her mouth and sucked on them while her tongue explored the foot in her mouth. Kat was limp now and just taking the tickling with a flushed face and tears running down her face. Gabby was still circling Kat’s breasts with her fingernails and now with Babs sucking on her toes she was completely hysterical. Kat thought it couldn’t get any worse then that, but Gabby proved her wrong.
Gabby was loving the laughter Kat was belting, but she wanted more. She leaned over Kat’s tummy and put her mouth to it before blowing a long and drawn out raspberry. Kat’s laughter went silent until Gabby let up before she made any sound again. Gabby had fun with this as she gave Kat raspberries wherever she could get her mouth. Once she got bored of this, Gabby had put her mouth to Kat’s navel. She stuck her tongue out and licked in her deep navel. Kat screamed even louder then she had been and her face was completely red and flushed. Her tears kept her hair stuck to her face as the twins kept up their torture. Babs had stopped sucking on Kat’s right toes and given her a second of relief of that, but it immediately started again when she picked up the left foot and began sucking on those toes. Kat had to put up with the tongue in her navel, the circling fingernails around her breasts, and the toe sucking. It was pure torture for her. It finally ended twenty minutes later when the women came out of the yard. Babs and Gabby untied Kat’s wrists and fixed her up so it looked like nothing had happened.
Kat couldn’t stand up, so Gabby and Babs helped her, nipping her sides as they did, making her squeal and jump as much as she could with her arms over their shoulders. They got her up into her bunk and as soon as she got settled, she fell asleep. She didn’t wake up until the next morning.
~*~*~*~
Kat woke up with the sun in her face and a feeling of being refreshed. At first she couldn’t remember the previous night’s events. At least until she realized she was in an orange jumpsuit in a prison cell. “Hey, our little girl’s up!” Gabby yelled as she stood up from her bunk. Kat had no intention of going down and being friendly with one of the torture sisters. “Don’t make Babs get you down.” She said waving her finger up at Kat. “Why can’t you get her?” Babs said from the bunk underneath. “Cause I don’t like heights.” Babs let out an exasperated sigh. “Are you coming down or what?” Babs yelled up agitated. Kat got down sheepishly from her bunk and when she looked towards the cell doors, they were open. The women were in the courtyard again. “It’s time to play!” Gabby said, who was nearly jumping up and down with joy. Kat swallowed the lump in her throat before Babs took hold of her arm. Kat had meant to run out the open cell doors, but she had hesitated.
Gabby checked the hall for people and Babs began tying Kat up with the bed sheets. When Gabby made her way back over to the pair, Kat was in the same position as the day before. She knew they’d tickle her even if she begged them not to, so she kept her mouth shut today. She figured it was better then being raped by a woman, so she bared it as Gabby sat by Kat’s side and Babs took a seat near Kat’s feet. Babs got rid of the shoes and socks and Gabby unzipped Kat’s jumpsuit. Babs was the first to do anything. She stroked Kat’s sole up and down before beginning to wiggle her toes like she had done the night before. Gabby’s hands disappeared into Kat’s jumpsuit again, but this time she slid her nails from her armpits to her hips, kneading them, then going back up. This and the foot tickling made Kat giggle like crazy. Gabby danced her nails around Kat’s tummy, making the giggling escalate.
Finally, Gabby’s hands disappeared under the tube top and she began circling her breasts with her nails making Kat’s giggling go straight up to screaming laughter. Gabby’s next move was to make her head disappear into the jumpsuit. Instead of blowing raspberries like she had done the day before, however, she began using her tongue to lick wherever she could get. Kat’s screams got louder and more hysterical when she began using her tongue for what her fingers had done. She nibbled Kat’s sides and hips and her navel, which made her scream even more, before Babs began sucking and licking her toes. She went completely silent and they both stopped what they were doing, thinking she had passed out. She hung limp and breathed deeply, thankful for the break in her torture.
Kat had never been tickled like this before. In fact, she had never been tickled before, period. This was a new extreme for her and if it kept up, this would be a long fifteen years. Babs smirked and got up and went over to the open cell door. She disappeared to the right and came back after five minutes with a big and muscular looking woman. She was dark-haired and green-eyed with the same orange jumpsuit everyone else wore.
“Have a go at her. Just don’t rip her clothing. Come on Gabby.” Gabby whined like a child, but followed Babs out, leaving Kat with the big woman. “So you’re the one who’s been screaming the whole time?” Kat nodded slightly as the woman knelt at her side. The woman’s hands were bigger then Gabby’s and she didn’t have Gabby’s long nails, but she substituted with something that Kat hadn’t seen in her fist when her hand disappeared into the unzipped jumpsuit. It scratched at her navel, sides, ribs, and tummy and when it came time for the breasts, the woman felt it’d be easier to pull the tube top down over her tummy. Whatever had replaced the fingernails circling motion around her breasts seemed to tickle even worse and Kat couldn’t help screaming hysterically. “Plehehehehehease! Stohahahahahahap! I cahahahahan’t tahahahahake ihihihihihihit!” The woman enjoyed this to much to even hear Kat’s pleas, and when the woman’s head vanished into the jumpsuit Kat screamed in hysterical agony. The woman’s tongue explored all of her upper body, favoring the outer sides of Kat’s breasts, which sent her over the edge. She passed out after ten minutes of this torment.
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Kat woke up half an hour later as someone shook her awake. She opened her eyes and found Gabby and Babs back in their spots. “Well, you seemed to have had fun.” Babs started with a grin on her face. “You don’t mind if we continue, do you?” Babs didn’t let Kat answer as Kat’s toes disappeared into her mouth and began its torturous rhythm. Kat began struggling and pulling at her restraints until Gabby’s hands went into the jumpsuit. Kat’s laughter immediately escalated, but Gabby didn’t give her time to get used to the nails scratching at her navel and lower tummy until she stuck her head into the jumpsuit. Her tongue did the same as the big woman’s but Gabby’s tongue focused on her breasts. Kat screamed in ticklish agony and tried struggling again, but it did nothing to help as Gabby and Babs continued their torture.
Gabby’s teeth began to nibble at the sides of Kat’s breasts and she went into all out ballistic laughter. Her scream of laughter was high pitched before she went limp and let the torture continue. It seemed to get worse and worse every second. The twins didn’t want Kat to pass out, so they weren’t tickling her to the best of their abilities. If they kept this up as long as she was in prison, Kat would literally die laughing.
