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Series: Ticklish Vacation
Title: Beach Blanket Tickle
Author: Hardyzlita28
Written: Nov. 2, 2003.
Note: Hey everyone, I know it's been a while since I last wrote a story. To be honest, I hadn't really felt inspired enough to write one. But, now I have and I may write more (not making any promises, but I'll try).
She struggled against her bonds, growing frustrated at her lack of success and the fact that her captor was laughing at her struggles.
"Are you done yet?......I told you that you're not going anywhere, anytime soon. So I suggest you stop fighting....I don't want you to wear yourself out just yet......"
"LET ME GO----I MEAN IT! LET ME GO OR----"
"Or what? What are you going to do huh?"
He continued when she had no answer.
"We're the only ones here....We have this entire place to ourselves. You're alone, no one knows your here right?...."
Still no response from her.
"RIGHT?!"
"Yes..." she ground out.
"Okay then.....Now, that we've settled this....are you ready to get started?"
Instead of giving her captor the response he expected, the young woman began struggling again, determined to get herself out the mess this sicko put her into.
She and the girls had been sent to the Bahamas for yet another 'Divas' photoshoot. The girls had been photographed doing various activities as well as normal poses. All of the sessions were now over and Vince McMahon, in an uncharacteristic show of kindness, decided to give his Divas an extra few days off (to have them rest and maybe get in a few more photos).
The girls had decided to go see some more sights and get a little more shopping done. Lita however, had other ideas. Mainly to hop onto the private beach and lay on her blanket and bake lazily in the sun in her bikini.
That was the plan, but this freak decided to change all that.
She had fallen asleep and when she woke up, she was tied up and blindfolded. She couldn't understand though, how he could have gotten her in this position without her waking up once.
She was naked, save for her red thong. White braided rope had been wrapped around her elbows many times and connected in the middle. Pulling her arms behind her just short of being painful. The same had been done to her wrists as well. Her eyes were covered by a black blindfold. More rope had been wrapped around her waist and her wrists had been secured there. Her ankles were crossed and bound, the excess rope tied to her wrists, leaving her body incredibly vulnerable to this predator.
Seeing that he would have to persuade her and prove how vulnerable she actually was, he settled down behind her and grabbed her ankles, securing them in an iron grip.
Lita stopped struggling as soon as she felt his hand on her.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked, cursing herself at the fear that entered her voice.
"Don't worry darling. I'm not going to hurt you..." he said as he dragged a single fingertip down the length of her sole.
Lita wiggled her foot and flailed her toes at the sensation. It felt like an itch and was becoming increasingly annoying as he continued stroking.
"Ah, sensitive I see......Let's hope your as sensitive as I've dreamed...."
With that, he began to run his fingers up and down her sole.
Suddenly the itching feeling was replaced by a tingle. One that traveled the length of the redhead's body and exploded in her brain. It continued and she felt her mouth begin to twitch.
"Stop it!" she shouted as she fought the laughter bubbling up in her chest.
"Stop what?" he questioned innocently, all the while slowly increasing the speed and pressure to his strokes.
"Stop it! Let go of me!"
Lita began rocking from side to side, trying to fght her laughter and get out of his grip.
Seeing this, her captor merely wrapped his legs behind her calves and held on tightly.
The beautiful diva, seeing no immediate escape, continued rocking, more so out of trying to fight the laughter than to get away.
He smiles when he hears a few snickers and giggles slip from her lips, knowing that it's only a matter of time before she gives in.
"Stop it! I mean---hahahaha-----it! hahahah no-no-----nohohohohoh---aaaaaaaahahahaha"
Smiling fully, he reveled in her laughter.
"hahahhahahahhahahahah no no more hahahahahahha stop it please hahahahhahaha"
Her laughter became even more frantic when his fingers dug in just underneath her toes.
"BWAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHA"
Keeping it up for what seemed like forever, even though it was only a few minutes, he stopped.
Grateful for the respite, Lita let he head drop and gasped for breath.
"Wasn't that fun?"
"F-F-Fuck you!"
"Such language....oh, well. Let's get started again shall we?"
Before Lita could utter a word of protest, he was back at it on her soft feet, using both hands this time. One on each foot.
Lita flailed and struggled in vain as she was forced to laugh.
"AHAHAHA HAHAHAHHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHHAHA PLEASE HAHAHHAHA!"
The redheaded diva squirmed and repeatedly bounced her head on her blanket, occasionally throwing it back whenever his fingers passed a particularly sensitive spot.
Sweat and tears poured down her (increasingly turning) red face. She couldn't even muster enough breath for words, she had to use what she had for her crazed laughter.
Her chest and stomach aching with laughter, Lita begins to feel lightheaded. Her laughter begins to slow and a slight blackness begins to creep into her vision.
Knowing that an unconscious victim was no fun to tickle, he stopped and gave her a break.
The blackness retreated, although a part of Lita wished that it hadn't. She closed her eyes and continued to catch her breath.
She was startled into a attention when a hand moved a few strands of her sweat slicked hair from her face. Too tired to tell him off, she moved her lips into a defiant snarling motion and simply waited for his next move.
"Hmmm? Still defiant I see. Well that's good, wouldn't want you giving up so easily. That wouldn't be much fun..."
"What-------What do----you----want from me?"
"Oh, nothing much.....just to hear you laugh...." he answer as he made his way back towards her feet.
"No----no please------can't take anymore-----"
"Oh yes you can my dear. I'm sure of it.....And that's exactly why I'm here. To see how much you can take.....and then some..." he finished and took his position again, binding her legs with his own and leaning back on his hands.
"Noooooooo" Lita moaned as she dropped her head.
Her captor smiled and was about to begin again when his hand passed over something. He looked down and smiled at the fan-shaped seashell peeking out at him from the sand. He picked it up, blowing the excess sand off and examined it. It was perfect. Blunt enough to be used without hurting her.
Lita waited anxiously for the tickling to begin again. The waiting was driving her almost as crazy as the actual tickling. She raised her head and tried to crane her neck.
"Hey--hurry up and get this over with----I don't----no---hahahhahahahahhhahah---no no stop! heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee hahahhahahahahhahahhahahhahahahaha"
He ran the shell up and down her both her feet, following the lines and creases, changing pressure to produce the most laughter.
"YAHAHAHAHHAHA HHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA"
Lita cackled and bounced. She didn't think she'd last much longer if her kept this up. She didn't have much room for any other thoughts in her head when he increased her torment.
So lost in her thoughts, Lita's body and mind were overwrought with the sensations of his mouth on her toes. The licking and nibbling of the adorable little digits combined with the shell on her soles made Lita hysterical, or as close to it as possible.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHEAHEHAHEAEHHAHAHAHAHEHAHEHAEHAEHAEHAE"
Her laughter suddenly stopped, making her captor extremely disappointed, that is, until he realized that his torture simply pushed her into the 'silent laughter' stage.
He continued his torture. Never stopping, only slowing down enough for her to catch her breath, continuously giggling the entire time. Running the shell up, down, back and forth across her feet and licking her toes like it was an ice cream cone. Each time, he gave her a respite, he would tickle her for twice as long. So, 5 minutes of rest equaled 10 minutes of tickling and so forth.
After more than an hour, he finally stopped completely.
"Lita....I must say, your toes are delicious and delightfully ticklish...."
The redhead in question was gasping, her body wracked with laughter and sobs.
"G-God----please-----please-----let me go------please"
"I'm not God......though I have been called one in the past........but sorry sweets, I'm afraid I can't do that.....but don't worry, I'm done with your feet.....for now anyway.." he finished as he crawled towards her middle.
Lying next to her still clutching the shell, he reached over and ran it along her ribs and side, smiling at the giggles it produced.
"hehehehehehe ----stop it----hehehahahahahahah---no more----please-----hahahhahaha"
"Still fighting? I thought you'd be enjoying it by now. But, don't worry honey....you will enjoy this by the time I'm done with you...."
Lita would never admit to it, but she was enjoying herself. At least, her body was anyway. Her nipples were hard with excitement and her privates were moistening.
She continued to try and plead with him through her giggles, but to no avail. She moaned when she saw him rise to his knees and felt his hands on her sides.
"Ready?"
He had dropped the shell and was now using his fingers. Lightly pressing and squeezing her soft sides, trying to figure out what made her laugh the most.
"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHEHEHEHHEHEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA"
Lita twisted and squirmed underneath his touch. Laughing as he hit ticklish spot after ticklish spot on her sensitive sides and ribs.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEAHHAHEAHEHA"
He had switched from light touches to tickling scratches and digging along her body. So lost in her laughter, he continued his torture, turning a deaf hear to her pleas.
Lita, still laughing, slowly began to realize that the tickling had stopped once more. She laid there wheezing for air, but froze when she felt his hand on her elbow. Preparing herself for another tickling, she dared to hope that he would let her go when she felt him loosening the ropes that bound her elbows together.
Seemingly reading her mind, he spoke.
"Don't get your hopes up sweetheart, I'm not letting you go yet. I'm going to turn you over and I want you to be comfortable"
Lita nearly cried at the thought of more tickle torture.
She felt both hands on her body and didn't fight him when he turned her over. He straddled her and made himself comfortable on her waist and leaned back against her bent legs that were still bound at the ankles to her wrists.
He looked over her appreciatively. With her wild hair, flushed face and glistening body, she was a sight to behold.
His eyes lingered on her heaving breasts. A blushed creeped upon her face when she figured that he realized what she had a little while ago. Her pink nipples were puckered and just begging for attention.
"Don't be embarrased my dear. Being turned on by me is nothing to be ashamed of. Your not the first and definitely not the last...."
Lita wanted to rip this guy apart. First he kidnaps her, tickles her, and then has the nerve to be cocky too?
Unable to wait any longer, the tickler ran his hands along Lita's slender neck, down passed her shoulders and stopped at the sides of her breasts.
Lita was about to say something when she was suddenly overcome with laughter. He had somehow wormed his fingers into her armpits and began tickling furiously. The fact that her arms were pinned to her sides and in turn pinned his fingers inside, didn't help either.
"HAAAAAAAHEHEHAHEHAHEAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEAHEAHEAHEAA"
Lita laughed and bucked. Her chest bouncing and her legs wiggling.
"HAHAHAHHAHAHHA----STOPHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA PLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHA"
He continued his tickling, slowly moving from her armpits to her ribs. Digging between each one to find the soft ticklish flesh.
"NO--------HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH----AHHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEAEA"
Moving down, he began to tickle her sides and tummy, manipulating the muscles underneath her smooth skin in order to extract as much laughter as he could from her. He continued in this fashion, armpits, ribs and belly, until she was once again a laughing, sobbing and sweating mess.
He moved off of Lita, much to her relief, and picked up the shell again.
He then leaned over until his mouth and her navel were lined up. Blowing a steady stream of air, he was delighted to hear a little squeal pass his captive's lips. He then lowered his mouth and began nibbling around her navel, occasionally dipping his tongue deep inside the pocket.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHEHAHEAHEAEE"
Lita's laughter increased when she felt the shell running over her ribs and around her tummy.
"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAEHAHEAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHEHAHEAEA"
He continued his light torture until he got, what he considered to be, a brilliant idea.
Sitting up and licking his lips, he looked at the dissheveled beauty before him. With a smile on he face, she tried desperately to get her laughing under control, but it took a while.
He ran his hand over her tummy, between her breasts, and up to her face, smoothing the hair from it once more.
Lita watched his hand, wanting to bite it, but afraid of more tickling. 'Then again', she thought, 'he might tickle me anyway, so what have I got to lose'.
Before she could make her move though, he pulled his hand away and began to speak.
"You wait right here, I've got one more thing planned for you...."
"Why won't you just let me go?" Lita said, but it sounded more like a whine.
"I will....in due time.....not right now though...." he answered as he began digging in a spot a little aways from Lita's blanket.
His digging gave Lita plenty of time to catch her breath and recuperate from the vicious tickling he gave her.
He returned a few moment later and turned her over onto her stomach again.
"Now, I want you to hold still and be a good girl okay?"
Lita didn't answer.
He dug into her foot for a few minutes and she squealed with laughter.
"Okay?"
"hahhahahahahahhaha yes hahahahaha yes! hahahahahhaha okay! yes! hahahahahha"
He undid the rope that held Lita's ankles and wrists together, though her ankles and wrists were still bound. After placing his newfound tickle tool into his pocket, he then picked her up and gently placed her into the hole. Then he proceeded to bury her up to her neck and ankles. He packed it down tightly and even went as far as to take Lita's canteen, filled it up with water and poured it over the packed sand, giving it a cement like quality.
"So what? Are you going to leave me buried here while you make your great escape?"
"Something like that" he chuckled.
He laid down before her feet and placed the corner of the shell against her sole, not moving it.
"No---come on----please don't-----"
"I love it when women beg......" he said as he began to move the shell around in slow, tight circles.
Lita did the only thing she could.
She laughed.
She threw her head back and let out a long loud laugh.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA"
The beautiful redhead couldn't even squirm her body. Her hands were tied behind her back and her entire body was pinned under the weight of the sand. Her ankles were held by the sand as wel, so the only thing she could move was her toes. She curled and uncurled them as her sole was assaulted by the blunt edges and tips of the seashell, but it did absolutely nothing to dim the sensations.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHHAHEAHHSHAEHAEHAHEAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHHAEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHHAHAEHAHEHAHEAHEA"
His smile turned into a wicked grin when he noticed something lying on the sand. Knowing that, just like the shell, it would make a perfect tickling tool, he reached over and picked it up.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHAHAHAHHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAEHHAEHHEHAHEHAEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHEHAHEHAEHEHHEHAHEHAHEAHEHAHEHAEHHAEHAHEAEHAEHAEA"
He smiled at the effect that both his tools were having on his lovely captive. He continued to run the shell up and down on one foot while he flicked the seagull's feather he found along the sole and underneath the toes of the other foot.
"AAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHA"
There was no mercy in his actions this time around. This was the last round and he was going to get as much out of her as he possibly could.
Lita was in agony. The tickling he did to her before seemed like child's play compared to the hell he was putting her through now. She was rapidly running out of breath to the point where she felt her lungs would burst, but that did nothing to deter him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEHEHEHHAEHHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHHAEAA"
He continued the tickling with the shell and feather, this time turning it around and using the quill to "write" all over her pink sole.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHEHAEHAHEAE"
He kept this up for a long time, soon though, he then dropped the tools and placed his hands on her feet.
Waiting until she moved her head towards his direction and locked them onto his, he enveloped her toes in his mouth, lavishing them with licks and bites. All the while cruelly running his fingers up and down her tortured and extremely ticklish soles.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEAHAHEHAHEAHHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAEHHAHEHHHAHEHAHHEAHHAEHAHAEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAHHEHAHEAHAHEHAHHEHAHEHAHEHAHEAHEHEHEHAHEHEHAHAHEHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA"
He kept this up for hours, forcing agonizing laughter and giggles to burst forth from the beautiful redhead's lips. By the time he was done, the sun was on its way to setting and his ticklish captive was unconcious.
Grabbing the feather, he walked up to her head and teasingly ran it along her nose and lips until she awakened.
She looked at him in fear and he smiled, even thought she couldn't see it.
"Don't worry...I'm done with you.....I just didn't want to leave without saying goodbye...."
Lita continued to eye him, and the feather, warily.
Twirling said feather in his hand, he began to speak again.
"I guess it's safe to assume that you enjoyed our time together?"
Little gave him another dirty look, not really caring what he did to her as a result.
"Oh, so the moans I heard between your laughs meant that you hated it?" he teased while watching a blush creep up her cheeks again.
Lita put her head down in embarassment and he chuckled.
"Well, I should get going..." he said as he stood. "It's been fun doll....."
"Wait, aren't you going to dig me out?"
"Naw, your friends should be back soon....I'm sure they'll help you...."
"Hey! Wait!------"
But he never answered her.
Lita was forced to lay tied and buried until her friends showed up.
The following day, Lita told Trish and Ivory what had happened to her. They had returned from shopping and were alarmed to find that their friend hadn't returned yet. They went to the beach and found her buried in the sand.
After a quick explanation and a few tickles from Trish and Ivory, they got her out and released her from her bindings. They then packed up her things and walked her back to her room.
The girls were now sitting at a little table eating lunch and discussing yesterday's event.
"So, he tied you up just to tickle you?" Trish asked incredulously.
"Apparently...."
"I can't believe it..." said Ivory.
"Well, you saw the ropes and that I was buried in the sand. There's no way I could have done that to myself....."
"Are you going to call the police?" asked Trish.
"What? No way......I didn't get a look at his face. He was wearing a mask. And besides, how would that sound? 'Hi, I'd like to report a crime. A man tied me up and tickled me until I was nearly hysterical...' . That would be so embarassing....."
"Yeah...it would...."
"That's true......but, you don't have to worry anymore Lita...." Ivory said as she placed a comforting hand on her friend'sm shoulder. "He's gone now...."
"Yeah, I know. And hopefully he stays as far away from me as possible....."
None of them noticed the man a few tables away from them with the laughing eyes and a smirk on his lips.
End.....?
Title: Beach Blanket Tickle
Author: Hardyzlita28
Written: Nov. 2, 2003.
Note: Hey everyone, I know it's been a while since I last wrote a story. To be honest, I hadn't really felt inspired enough to write one. But, now I have and I may write more (not making any promises, but I'll try).
She struggled against her bonds, growing frustrated at her lack of success and the fact that her captor was laughing at her struggles.
"Are you done yet?......I told you that you're not going anywhere, anytime soon. So I suggest you stop fighting....I don't want you to wear yourself out just yet......"
"LET ME GO----I MEAN IT! LET ME GO OR----"
"Or what? What are you going to do huh?"
He continued when she had no answer.
"We're the only ones here....We have this entire place to ourselves. You're alone, no one knows your here right?...."
Still no response from her.
"RIGHT?!"
"Yes..." she ground out.
"Okay then.....Now, that we've settled this....are you ready to get started?"
Instead of giving her captor the response he expected, the young woman began struggling again, determined to get herself out the mess this sicko put her into.
She and the girls had been sent to the Bahamas for yet another 'Divas' photoshoot. The girls had been photographed doing various activities as well as normal poses. All of the sessions were now over and Vince McMahon, in an uncharacteristic show of kindness, decided to give his Divas an extra few days off (to have them rest and maybe get in a few more photos).
The girls had decided to go see some more sights and get a little more shopping done. Lita however, had other ideas. Mainly to hop onto the private beach and lay on her blanket and bake lazily in the sun in her bikini.
That was the plan, but this freak decided to change all that.
She had fallen asleep and when she woke up, she was tied up and blindfolded. She couldn't understand though, how he could have gotten her in this position without her waking up once.
She was naked, save for her red thong. White braided rope had been wrapped around her elbows many times and connected in the middle. Pulling her arms behind her just short of being painful. The same had been done to her wrists as well. Her eyes were covered by a black blindfold. More rope had been wrapped around her waist and her wrists had been secured there. Her ankles were crossed and bound, the excess rope tied to her wrists, leaving her body incredibly vulnerable to this predator.
Seeing that he would have to persuade her and prove how vulnerable she actually was, he settled down behind her and grabbed her ankles, securing them in an iron grip.
Lita stopped struggling as soon as she felt his hand on her.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked, cursing herself at the fear that entered her voice.
"Don't worry darling. I'm not going to hurt you..." he said as he dragged a single fingertip down the length of her sole.
Lita wiggled her foot and flailed her toes at the sensation. It felt like an itch and was becoming increasingly annoying as he continued stroking.
"Ah, sensitive I see......Let's hope your as sensitive as I've dreamed...."
With that, he began to run his fingers up and down her sole.
Suddenly the itching feeling was replaced by a tingle. One that traveled the length of the redhead's body and exploded in her brain. It continued and she felt her mouth begin to twitch.
"Stop it!" she shouted as she fought the laughter bubbling up in her chest.
"Stop what?" he questioned innocently, all the while slowly increasing the speed and pressure to his strokes.
"Stop it! Let go of me!"
Lita began rocking from side to side, trying to fght her laughter and get out of his grip.
Seeing this, her captor merely wrapped his legs behind her calves and held on tightly.
The beautiful diva, seeing no immediate escape, continued rocking, more so out of trying to fight the laughter than to get away.
He smiles when he hears a few snickers and giggles slip from her lips, knowing that it's only a matter of time before she gives in.
"Stop it! I mean---hahahaha-----it! hahahah no-no-----nohohohohoh---aaaaaaaahahahaha"
Smiling fully, he reveled in her laughter.
"hahahhahahahhahahahah no no more hahahahahahha stop it please hahahahhahaha"
Her laughter became even more frantic when his fingers dug in just underneath her toes.
"BWAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHA"
Keeping it up for what seemed like forever, even though it was only a few minutes, he stopped.
Grateful for the respite, Lita let he head drop and gasped for breath.
"Wasn't that fun?"
"F-F-Fuck you!"
"Such language....oh, well. Let's get started again shall we?"
Before Lita could utter a word of protest, he was back at it on her soft feet, using both hands this time. One on each foot.
Lita flailed and struggled in vain as she was forced to laugh.
"AHAHAHA HAHAHAHHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHHAHA PLEASE HAHAHHAHA!"
The redheaded diva squirmed and repeatedly bounced her head on her blanket, occasionally throwing it back whenever his fingers passed a particularly sensitive spot.
Sweat and tears poured down her (increasingly turning) red face. She couldn't even muster enough breath for words, she had to use what she had for her crazed laughter.
Her chest and stomach aching with laughter, Lita begins to feel lightheaded. Her laughter begins to slow and a slight blackness begins to creep into her vision.
Knowing that an unconscious victim was no fun to tickle, he stopped and gave her a break.
The blackness retreated, although a part of Lita wished that it hadn't. She closed her eyes and continued to catch her breath.
She was startled into a attention when a hand moved a few strands of her sweat slicked hair from her face. Too tired to tell him off, she moved her lips into a defiant snarling motion and simply waited for his next move.
"Hmmm? Still defiant I see. Well that's good, wouldn't want you giving up so easily. That wouldn't be much fun..."
"What-------What do----you----want from me?"
"Oh, nothing much.....just to hear you laugh...." he answer as he made his way back towards her feet.
"No----no please------can't take anymore-----"
"Oh yes you can my dear. I'm sure of it.....And that's exactly why I'm here. To see how much you can take.....and then some..." he finished and took his position again, binding her legs with his own and leaning back on his hands.
"Noooooooo" Lita moaned as she dropped her head.
Her captor smiled and was about to begin again when his hand passed over something. He looked down and smiled at the fan-shaped seashell peeking out at him from the sand. He picked it up, blowing the excess sand off and examined it. It was perfect. Blunt enough to be used without hurting her.
Lita waited anxiously for the tickling to begin again. The waiting was driving her almost as crazy as the actual tickling. She raised her head and tried to crane her neck.
"Hey--hurry up and get this over with----I don't----no---hahahhahahahahhhahah---no no stop! heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee hahahhahahahahhahahhahahhahahahaha"
He ran the shell up and down her both her feet, following the lines and creases, changing pressure to produce the most laughter.
"YAHAHAHAHHAHA HHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA"
Lita cackled and bounced. She didn't think she'd last much longer if her kept this up. She didn't have much room for any other thoughts in her head when he increased her torment.
So lost in her thoughts, Lita's body and mind were overwrought with the sensations of his mouth on her toes. The licking and nibbling of the adorable little digits combined with the shell on her soles made Lita hysterical, or as close to it as possible.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHEAHEHAHEAEHHAHAHAHAHEHAHEHAEHAEHAEHAE"
Her laughter suddenly stopped, making her captor extremely disappointed, that is, until he realized that his torture simply pushed her into the 'silent laughter' stage.
He continued his torture. Never stopping, only slowing down enough for her to catch her breath, continuously giggling the entire time. Running the shell up, down, back and forth across her feet and licking her toes like it was an ice cream cone. Each time, he gave her a respite, he would tickle her for twice as long. So, 5 minutes of rest equaled 10 minutes of tickling and so forth.
After more than an hour, he finally stopped completely.
"Lita....I must say, your toes are delicious and delightfully ticklish...."
The redhead in question was gasping, her body wracked with laughter and sobs.
"G-God----please-----please-----let me go------please"
"I'm not God......though I have been called one in the past........but sorry sweets, I'm afraid I can't do that.....but don't worry, I'm done with your feet.....for now anyway.." he finished as he crawled towards her middle.
Lying next to her still clutching the shell, he reached over and ran it along her ribs and side, smiling at the giggles it produced.
"hehehehehehe ----stop it----hehehahahahahahah---no more----please-----hahahhahaha"
"Still fighting? I thought you'd be enjoying it by now. But, don't worry honey....you will enjoy this by the time I'm done with you...."
Lita would never admit to it, but she was enjoying herself. At least, her body was anyway. Her nipples were hard with excitement and her privates were moistening.
She continued to try and plead with him through her giggles, but to no avail. She moaned when she saw him rise to his knees and felt his hands on her sides.
"Ready?"
He had dropped the shell and was now using his fingers. Lightly pressing and squeezing her soft sides, trying to figure out what made her laugh the most.
"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHEHEHEHHEHEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA"
Lita twisted and squirmed underneath his touch. Laughing as he hit ticklish spot after ticklish spot on her sensitive sides and ribs.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEAHHAHEAHEHA"
He had switched from light touches to tickling scratches and digging along her body. So lost in her laughter, he continued his torture, turning a deaf hear to her pleas.
Lita, still laughing, slowly began to realize that the tickling had stopped once more. She laid there wheezing for air, but froze when she felt his hand on her elbow. Preparing herself for another tickling, she dared to hope that he would let her go when she felt him loosening the ropes that bound her elbows together.
Seemingly reading her mind, he spoke.
"Don't get your hopes up sweetheart, I'm not letting you go yet. I'm going to turn you over and I want you to be comfortable"
Lita nearly cried at the thought of more tickle torture.
She felt both hands on her body and didn't fight him when he turned her over. He straddled her and made himself comfortable on her waist and leaned back against her bent legs that were still bound at the ankles to her wrists.
He looked over her appreciatively. With her wild hair, flushed face and glistening body, she was a sight to behold.
His eyes lingered on her heaving breasts. A blushed creeped upon her face when she figured that he realized what she had a little while ago. Her pink nipples were puckered and just begging for attention.
"Don't be embarrased my dear. Being turned on by me is nothing to be ashamed of. Your not the first and definitely not the last...."
Lita wanted to rip this guy apart. First he kidnaps her, tickles her, and then has the nerve to be cocky too?
Unable to wait any longer, the tickler ran his hands along Lita's slender neck, down passed her shoulders and stopped at the sides of her breasts.
Lita was about to say something when she was suddenly overcome with laughter. He had somehow wormed his fingers into her armpits and began tickling furiously. The fact that her arms were pinned to her sides and in turn pinned his fingers inside, didn't help either.
"HAAAAAAAHEHEHAHEHAHEAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEAHEAHEAHEAA"
Lita laughed and bucked. Her chest bouncing and her legs wiggling.
"HAHAHAHHAHAHHA----STOPHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA PLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHA"
He continued his tickling, slowly moving from her armpits to her ribs. Digging between each one to find the soft ticklish flesh.
"NO--------HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH----AHHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEAEA"
Moving down, he began to tickle her sides and tummy, manipulating the muscles underneath her smooth skin in order to extract as much laughter as he could from her. He continued in this fashion, armpits, ribs and belly, until she was once again a laughing, sobbing and sweating mess.
He moved off of Lita, much to her relief, and picked up the shell again.
He then leaned over until his mouth and her navel were lined up. Blowing a steady stream of air, he was delighted to hear a little squeal pass his captive's lips. He then lowered his mouth and began nibbling around her navel, occasionally dipping his tongue deep inside the pocket.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHEHAHEAHEAEE"
Lita's laughter increased when she felt the shell running over her ribs and around her tummy.
"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAEHAHEAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHEHAHEAEA"
He continued his light torture until he got, what he considered to be, a brilliant idea.
Sitting up and licking his lips, he looked at the dissheveled beauty before him. With a smile on he face, she tried desperately to get her laughing under control, but it took a while.
He ran his hand over her tummy, between her breasts, and up to her face, smoothing the hair from it once more.
Lita watched his hand, wanting to bite it, but afraid of more tickling. 'Then again', she thought, 'he might tickle me anyway, so what have I got to lose'.
Before she could make her move though, he pulled his hand away and began to speak.
"You wait right here, I've got one more thing planned for you...."
"Why won't you just let me go?" Lita said, but it sounded more like a whine.
"I will....in due time.....not right now though...." he answered as he began digging in a spot a little aways from Lita's blanket.
His digging gave Lita plenty of time to catch her breath and recuperate from the vicious tickling he gave her.
He returned a few moment later and turned her over onto her stomach again.
"Now, I want you to hold still and be a good girl okay?"
Lita didn't answer.
He dug into her foot for a few minutes and she squealed with laughter.
"Okay?"
"hahhahahahahahhaha yes hahahahaha yes! hahahahahhaha okay! yes! hahahahahha"
He undid the rope that held Lita's ankles and wrists together, though her ankles and wrists were still bound. After placing his newfound tickle tool into his pocket, he then picked her up and gently placed her into the hole. Then he proceeded to bury her up to her neck and ankles. He packed it down tightly and even went as far as to take Lita's canteen, filled it up with water and poured it over the packed sand, giving it a cement like quality.
"So what? Are you going to leave me buried here while you make your great escape?"
"Something like that" he chuckled.
He laid down before her feet and placed the corner of the shell against her sole, not moving it.
"No---come on----please don't-----"
"I love it when women beg......" he said as he began to move the shell around in slow, tight circles.
Lita did the only thing she could.
She laughed.
She threw her head back and let out a long loud laugh.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA"
The beautiful redhead couldn't even squirm her body. Her hands were tied behind her back and her entire body was pinned under the weight of the sand. Her ankles were held by the sand as wel, so the only thing she could move was her toes. She curled and uncurled them as her sole was assaulted by the blunt edges and tips of the seashell, but it did absolutely nothing to dim the sensations.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHHAHEAHHSHAEHAEHAHEAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHHAEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHHAHAEHAHEHAHEAHEA"
His smile turned into a wicked grin when he noticed something lying on the sand. Knowing that, just like the shell, it would make a perfect tickling tool, he reached over and picked it up.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHAHAHAHHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAEHHAEHHEHAHEHAEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHEHAHEHAEHEHHEHAHEHAHEAHEHAHEHAEHHAEHAHEAEHAEHAEA"
He smiled at the effect that both his tools were having on his lovely captive. He continued to run the shell up and down on one foot while he flicked the seagull's feather he found along the sole and underneath the toes of the other foot.
"AAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHA"
There was no mercy in his actions this time around. This was the last round and he was going to get as much out of her as he possibly could.
Lita was in agony. The tickling he did to her before seemed like child's play compared to the hell he was putting her through now. She was rapidly running out of breath to the point where she felt her lungs would burst, but that did nothing to deter him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEHEHEHHAEHHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHHAEAA"
He continued the tickling with the shell and feather, this time turning it around and using the quill to "write" all over her pink sole.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHEHAEHAHEAE"
He kept this up for a long time, soon though, he then dropped the tools and placed his hands on her feet.
Waiting until she moved her head towards his direction and locked them onto his, he enveloped her toes in his mouth, lavishing them with licks and bites. All the while cruelly running his fingers up and down her tortured and extremely ticklish soles.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEAHAHEHAHEAHHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAEHHAHEHHHAHEHAHHEAHHAEHAHAEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAEHAHEHAHEHAHHEHAHEAHAHEHAHHEHAHEHAHEHAHEAHEHEHEHAHEHEHAHAHEHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA"
He kept this up for hours, forcing agonizing laughter and giggles to burst forth from the beautiful redhead's lips. By the time he was done, the sun was on its way to setting and his ticklish captive was unconcious.
Grabbing the feather, he walked up to her head and teasingly ran it along her nose and lips until she awakened.
She looked at him in fear and he smiled, even thought she couldn't see it.
"Don't worry...I'm done with you.....I just didn't want to leave without saying goodbye...."
Lita continued to eye him, and the feather, warily.
Twirling said feather in his hand, he began to speak again.
"I guess it's safe to assume that you enjoyed our time together?"
Little gave him another dirty look, not really caring what he did to her as a result.
"Oh, so the moans I heard between your laughs meant that you hated it?" he teased while watching a blush creep up her cheeks again.
Lita put her head down in embarassment and he chuckled.
"Well, I should get going..." he said as he stood. "It's been fun doll....."
"Wait, aren't you going to dig me out?"
"Naw, your friends should be back soon....I'm sure they'll help you...."
"Hey! Wait!------"
But he never answered her.
Lita was forced to lay tied and buried until her friends showed up.
The following day, Lita told Trish and Ivory what had happened to her. They had returned from shopping and were alarmed to find that their friend hadn't returned yet. They went to the beach and found her buried in the sand.
After a quick explanation and a few tickles from Trish and Ivory, they got her out and released her from her bindings. They then packed up her things and walked her back to her room.
The girls were now sitting at a little table eating lunch and discussing yesterday's event.
"So, he tied you up just to tickle you?" Trish asked incredulously.
"Apparently...."
"I can't believe it..." said Ivory.
"Well, you saw the ropes and that I was buried in the sand. There's no way I could have done that to myself....."
"Are you going to call the police?" asked Trish.
"What? No way......I didn't get a look at his face. He was wearing a mask. And besides, how would that sound? 'Hi, I'd like to report a crime. A man tied me up and tickled me until I was nearly hysterical...' . That would be so embarassing....."
"Yeah...it would...."
"That's true......but, you don't have to worry anymore Lita...." Ivory said as she placed a comforting hand on her friend'sm shoulder. "He's gone now...."
"Yeah, I know. And hopefully he stays as far away from me as possible....."
None of them noticed the man a few tables away from them with the laughing eyes and a smirk on his lips.
End.....?
