KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
Chapter Eleven Part Two
I would love to tickle her.
She took another sip of water and closed her eyes for a moment.
Barbara was sitting in a large wooden chair. Two scantily clad women held the struggling arms of Sandra, now dressed as a Medieval slave girl.
"Please, m'lady. Mercy. Mercy."
"You have been found in acts of bawdiness and unladylike behavior. You shall be punished. Slaves, tie up the red headed wench."
The two girls lifted Sandra's bare arms and attached her wrists to hanging shackles, similar to the shackles Barbara had been shackled to at Feathers.
The red-haired beauty twisted and tried the bonds that held her tightly stretched.
"And now, my lovely, the punishment."
"Not that! Oh Lord, Oh Lady, not that!"
Barbara stepped off of her large wooden throne and walked to the pleading girl. She lifted her thin fingers and wiggled them in the air. The girl twisted and begged all along.
Barbara placed her fingertips on the smooth, soft surface of Sandra's outstretched armpits.
Instantly, the red-haired wench threw her long mane of flaming hair back and burst into laughter.
Barbara wiggled her fingers quickly on the soft, ticklish surface and ground her pelvis against the twisting, laughing wench.
She dug her fingers deeper into the skin and Sandra screamed in ticklish helplessness.
Barbara grabbed the shoulder in her right hand and brought her face close to Sandra's stretched left underarm. The red-haired beauty pleaded and twisted.
Like a vampire feasting, Barbara's eyes glazed as she extended her long, thin tongue and slid it up and down the sensitive skin.
Sandra absolutely squealed and giggled, but Barbara was set on a mission of lust. She ground her crotch against Sandra's pelvic bone exciting the tingling that began when she saw the wench dragged into her court.
Up and down, up and down, Barbara's tongue traced a trail of ticklish torture on Sandra's left underarm while Barbara used her left hand to feel, probe and tickle the underarm area of Sandra's right arm, down her sensitive ribcage and across her tender, ticklish belly.
Barbara's tingling grew in intensity. She moaned as she licked and tickled.
Just then, some other servant girls appeared. They looked like Jamie and Amy, dressed in the same Medievil fashion. The two lifted the bound Sandra behind her knees and 'offerred' the Lady Sandra's two, bare, feet. Her toes wriggled in anticipation as the red head howled in laughter and pleaded for release.
Barbara held the two ankles at the Achilles heels and brought them up to her face. She sniffed the musky aroma and took her toes into her mouth as her tongue licked the base of the toes.
Sandra squealed and shimmied her body, pulling at her legs but to no avail. With the toes still in her mouth, tongue still licking and tasting, she brought a single finger up to stroke the sensitive, smooth sole of Sandra's other foot. Sandra screamed out Barbara's name.
"Barbara," Sandra whispered .
"Barbara? Earth to Barbara," Sandra said, waving her arm in front of Barbara's face.
Barbara snapped out of it and Sandra continued.
"I said, '...so you were also on the Tickling Machine before?'"
"Yes," Barbara said coming back to reality, her hand grinding between her legs unconsciously. "Yes I was." Then, snapping into herself again, "More coffee?"
The girls giggled and said, okay.
"Sandra is going to win Miss Tickle, I know it," Pam said poking at her ticklish friend.
"Aaahhh," Sandra squealed, recoiling. "Stop tickling me. I'm off limits you know." Then, Sandra burst into laughter at her mock seriousness.
"Oh, you'll definitely win," Barbara said, putting their coffee cups in front of them. "Why, look at that skin."
As she said this, she lifted Sandra's perfect, bare arm up into the air, holding the wrist gently. Then, she reached around and touched a finger on her smooth armpit.
"I mean, is that a perfect underarm or what?"
Sandra stared to giggle at the intense ticklish sensitivity of Barbara's finger touching her armpit. Barbara sensed that Sandra was about ready to pull her arm away so she made a quick move and quickly tickled with all five fingers. She loved the softness of Sandra's armpit and it nearly made her orgasm.
Sandra screamed and giggled, pulling her hand away and twisting in her seat. "I definitely can tell that you are sisters. You have a sadistic passion for tickling."
"No," Pam said giggling, "Just you my dear. We only love tickling you." Pam poked Sandra's sensitive side and Sandra slapped her hand away laughing, too weak to fight back.
Barbara reached down behind the red head and started tickling the backs of her soft bare arms from the elbows to the shoulders. This caused Sandra to shriek and slide down off the chair and onto the floor beneath the table.
Pam and Barbara laughed and slapped palms. Then Barbara grabbed Pam's ribs and started tickling furiously. Pam laughed hysterically and began to slide as well. Sandra loved this because she reached up and tickled Pam's ribs from her seated position under the table. Barbara saw this and grabbed Pam's hands as she slid, preventing her from sliding all the way, yet lifting her arms up in a very vulnerable fashion.
"Tickle her underarms! Tickle her underarms!" Barbara pleaded.
Sandra reached up from under the table and tickled the soft skin of Pam's sensitive armpits causing the girl to shriek and laugh hysterically. She twisted her lithe body until her arms broke free and she was able to slide her chair out of reach. As she slid backward, her shoe fell off and Sandra seized the opportunity by darting her fingers in for a quick tickle, feeling Pam's soft sole.
"You bitch!," Pam yelled as she giggled.
"You're the bitch," Sandra said, crawling out from under the table.
Barbara watched Sandra on all fours crawling out and reached around as if to help her. As Sandra lifted her had to grab her, Barbara held firmly and lifted the red-head's wrist. Sufficient that her arm was lifted enough, Barbara tickled Sandra's underarm causing Sandra to squeal in surprise, pulling her arm away and falling back down again.
"Serves you right," Pam said. "Tickling me like that! She's always tickling me. I created a monster."
"You're the monster," Sandra said, cautiously getting up by herself and wiping the crumbs from her legs. "And your sister's no better."
"Thank you," Barbara said, curtsying. "What big fingers you have!"
Sandra froze. "What did you say that for?" Sandra asked barely able to speak.
Barbara chuckled, thinking it was a joke. "What do you mean?"
"You know, the Red Riding Hood reference."
"What do you mean?" Barbara asked, dumbfounded.
"I never told anyone."
"Told what?" Pam asked as they all sat around the table.
"The dreams."
by Max Speer
Chapter Eleven Part Two
I would love to tickle her.
She took another sip of water and closed her eyes for a moment.
Barbara was sitting in a large wooden chair. Two scantily clad women held the struggling arms of Sandra, now dressed as a Medieval slave girl.
"Please, m'lady. Mercy. Mercy."
"You have been found in acts of bawdiness and unladylike behavior. You shall be punished. Slaves, tie up the red headed wench."
The two girls lifted Sandra's bare arms and attached her wrists to hanging shackles, similar to the shackles Barbara had been shackled to at Feathers.
The red-haired beauty twisted and tried the bonds that held her tightly stretched.
"And now, my lovely, the punishment."
"Not that! Oh Lord, Oh Lady, not that!"
Barbara stepped off of her large wooden throne and walked to the pleading girl. She lifted her thin fingers and wiggled them in the air. The girl twisted and begged all along.
Barbara placed her fingertips on the smooth, soft surface of Sandra's outstretched armpits.
Instantly, the red-haired wench threw her long mane of flaming hair back and burst into laughter.
Barbara wiggled her fingers quickly on the soft, ticklish surface and ground her pelvis against the twisting, laughing wench.
She dug her fingers deeper into the skin and Sandra screamed in ticklish helplessness.
Barbara grabbed the shoulder in her right hand and brought her face close to Sandra's stretched left underarm. The red-haired beauty pleaded and twisted.
Like a vampire feasting, Barbara's eyes glazed as she extended her long, thin tongue and slid it up and down the sensitive skin.
Sandra absolutely squealed and giggled, but Barbara was set on a mission of lust. She ground her crotch against Sandra's pelvic bone exciting the tingling that began when she saw the wench dragged into her court.
Up and down, up and down, Barbara's tongue traced a trail of ticklish torture on Sandra's left underarm while Barbara used her left hand to feel, probe and tickle the underarm area of Sandra's right arm, down her sensitive ribcage and across her tender, ticklish belly.
Barbara's tingling grew in intensity. She moaned as she licked and tickled.
Just then, some other servant girls appeared. They looked like Jamie and Amy, dressed in the same Medievil fashion. The two lifted the bound Sandra behind her knees and 'offerred' the Lady Sandra's two, bare, feet. Her toes wriggled in anticipation as the red head howled in laughter and pleaded for release.
Barbara held the two ankles at the Achilles heels and brought them up to her face. She sniffed the musky aroma and took her toes into her mouth as her tongue licked the base of the toes.
Sandra squealed and shimmied her body, pulling at her legs but to no avail. With the toes still in her mouth, tongue still licking and tasting, she brought a single finger up to stroke the sensitive, smooth sole of Sandra's other foot. Sandra screamed out Barbara's name.
"Barbara," Sandra whispered .
"Barbara? Earth to Barbara," Sandra said, waving her arm in front of Barbara's face.
Barbara snapped out of it and Sandra continued.
"I said, '...so you were also on the Tickling Machine before?'"
"Yes," Barbara said coming back to reality, her hand grinding between her legs unconsciously. "Yes I was." Then, snapping into herself again, "More coffee?"
The girls giggled and said, okay.
"Sandra is going to win Miss Tickle, I know it," Pam said poking at her ticklish friend.
"Aaahhh," Sandra squealed, recoiling. "Stop tickling me. I'm off limits you know." Then, Sandra burst into laughter at her mock seriousness.
"Oh, you'll definitely win," Barbara said, putting their coffee cups in front of them. "Why, look at that skin."
As she said this, she lifted Sandra's perfect, bare arm up into the air, holding the wrist gently. Then, she reached around and touched a finger on her smooth armpit.
"I mean, is that a perfect underarm or what?"
Sandra stared to giggle at the intense ticklish sensitivity of Barbara's finger touching her armpit. Barbara sensed that Sandra was about ready to pull her arm away so she made a quick move and quickly tickled with all five fingers. She loved the softness of Sandra's armpit and it nearly made her orgasm.
Sandra screamed and giggled, pulling her hand away and twisting in her seat. "I definitely can tell that you are sisters. You have a sadistic passion for tickling."
"No," Pam said giggling, "Just you my dear. We only love tickling you." Pam poked Sandra's sensitive side and Sandra slapped her hand away laughing, too weak to fight back.
Barbara reached down behind the red head and started tickling the backs of her soft bare arms from the elbows to the shoulders. This caused Sandra to shriek and slide down off the chair and onto the floor beneath the table.
Pam and Barbara laughed and slapped palms. Then Barbara grabbed Pam's ribs and started tickling furiously. Pam laughed hysterically and began to slide as well. Sandra loved this because she reached up and tickled Pam's ribs from her seated position under the table. Barbara saw this and grabbed Pam's hands as she slid, preventing her from sliding all the way, yet lifting her arms up in a very vulnerable fashion.
"Tickle her underarms! Tickle her underarms!" Barbara pleaded.
Sandra reached up from under the table and tickled the soft skin of Pam's sensitive armpits causing the girl to shriek and laugh hysterically. She twisted her lithe body until her arms broke free and she was able to slide her chair out of reach. As she slid backward, her shoe fell off and Sandra seized the opportunity by darting her fingers in for a quick tickle, feeling Pam's soft sole.
"You bitch!," Pam yelled as she giggled.
"You're the bitch," Sandra said, crawling out from under the table.
Barbara watched Sandra on all fours crawling out and reached around as if to help her. As Sandra lifted her had to grab her, Barbara held firmly and lifted the red-head's wrist. Sufficient that her arm was lifted enough, Barbara tickled Sandra's underarm causing Sandra to squeal in surprise, pulling her arm away and falling back down again.
"Serves you right," Pam said. "Tickling me like that! She's always tickling me. I created a monster."
"You're the monster," Sandra said, cautiously getting up by herself and wiping the crumbs from her legs. "And your sister's no better."
"Thank you," Barbara said, curtsying. "What big fingers you have!"
Sandra froze. "What did you say that for?" Sandra asked barely able to speak.
Barbara chuckled, thinking it was a joke. "What do you mean?"
"You know, the Red Riding Hood reference."
"What do you mean?" Barbara asked, dumbfounded.
"I never told anyone."
"Told what?" Pam asked as they all sat around the table.
"The dreams."
