I once read this story online about a hitchiker... it involves some lesbianism... not that I'm a lesbian... anyways, one unique form of tickle-torture in the story was where 3 women were tied naked to the roof of a van and then the tickler took them through the carwash with all the brushes that were dainty enough not to scratch the paint of a vehicle yet stiff enough to tickle a ticklish person... I want to see that happen to a guy.
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Danni was the first to realize what Beth was going to do to them. Strapped naked to the ski rack, she'd looked down between her bare breasts and watched the streets, trying to figure out where Beth was taking them. She'd been afraid that, in her lust for revenge, Beth was going to take them to a mall and put them on display and maybe offer to let strangers tickle them. She herself had done something similar to Tammi many years ago, when she had tied her to a tree and charged their friends each a dollar to tickle her feet for ten minutes.
But what Beth actually had in mind was far worse! Danni screamed into the gag her own panties made, and bucked as hard as she could when she saw broad strips of fabric, motorized and slick with soapsuds, dangling in front of the van. Beyond them was a gauntlet of spinning brushes, all automatic, all unfeeling, all merciless.
Danni struggled desperately and her limbs tensed with the urgency to escape. Her bare feet, ankles tightly tied with nylon to the front rim of the rack, disappeared into the shadows under the car wash's canopy. She saw the strips advance up over the driver's cab and onto the roof, heading ever nearer to her helpless feet.
The strips slid back and forth across Danni's footsies, igniting ticklish sensations along all the nerve endings of her peds. She tried to ignore it, to call upon that ever-elusive chi her martial arts instructor had tried to teach her about for the strength to withstand it, but the strips swung back and forth, incessantly rubbing her feet until she laughed into the panties. Her hips squirmed and her thighs twitched, and her own boobies bounced like Tammi's.
The strips slipped up Danni's shins, leaving swirls of soap behind as they danced over her knees and up along the curves of her thighs. One errant strip found its way between her legs and stroked the insides of her thighs as it swung side to side, making Danni's muzzled laughter leap into squealing hysteria. She squirmed, trapped under the strips as they swung over her, moving slowly and agonizingly up her strapped legs, getting closer to her defenseless pussy and belly.
Danni screamed anew when the strip rubbed against her open pussy, teasing the tender lips. Her butt came off the roof and she threw her hips around, trying to get the strip off her most sensitive of spots before it touched her clit, trying to bounce it off her, but the soap film on the strip stuck to the soap film on her skin and glued the strip to her.
Another moment, and the strip swung over her clit. Her pleasure bud twitched, and she cried out again. The suds prickled across it, tickling it and the membranes around it, filling her lower body with titillating itches and teasings. Her anus winked, and her nipples rose hard and full on the crests of her breasts. A girl's clit shouldn't have been subjected to such torment, but the car wash didn't know that, and the strip swept over it repeatedly until it stood stiff and throbbing, in the midst of a tortured pussy. Then it left, on its way up to her belly, leaving the clitty aroused and alone.
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For the full story (incomplete right now) go to this link... the frames should also have links to other chapters...
http://sistersinlove.org/others/kutyo/ontheroad06.html
