Hello good TMF'ers! Here's part 2 of Plaything of the Peasant Women, which picks up right where part 1 left off. Thanks to everyone who read part 1, and especially to everyone who "liked" or commented on the story. Much appreciated! Now let's get to it…
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Plaything of the Peasant Women
Part 2
"Get him!!" the brunette shouted, racing towards me across the barn floor.
I ran for the door, the brunette moving to intercept me. She blocked my path, arms spread and knees bent, as we closed in on each other. I feinted left, then right, then back to the left again. She lunged for me as I went by, slipping and falling on the straw. I ran on towards the door. The plump blonde shrieked as I dodged around her.
Outside, I immediately made for the cornfield, figuring it would be easy to hide there or lose my pursuers. In my haste and fear of capture, I stumbled and fell within a body's length of the cornfield. Glancing over my shoulder as I scrambled to my feet, I saw the athletic brunette come running out of the barn, the blonde following behind.
I crashed into the cornfield, the stalks slapping and brushing me as I ran. I staggered and fell again, my heart pounding. Even over the racket I was making, it seemed as though I could hear my pursuers behind me, could sense them gaining on me. I pushed on as fast as I could, corn stalks hindering me at every step. I heard shouts behind me just as I stumbled into a narrow, clear row between the stalks. Ahead of me, I could see a clear space where the field ended and another one began. Separating the two fields was a split rail fence. I ran for the fence as fast as I could.
I was almost there when something landed on top of me. I fell, sprawled on my stomach, the wind knocked out of me.
"Gotcha!" Though I couldn't see behind me, I knew it was the brunette. She had me pinned to the ground, her full weight on my back. I tried to raise myself, but she grabbed both my wrists and slowly pulled my arms against my sides and then behind my back. With my arms behind me I was helpless. Struggle and kick though I might, there was nothing I could do. I felt my wrists being bound together and cried out, desperately kicking and trying to roll. It was no use.
"There," she said, giving the binds a final tug. "But we can't have you running away. . ."
I felt her weight shift and immediately tried to rise, only to be pinned down again a moment later as she sat on the backs of my legs. I felt her hands on my calves and I knew she was trying to bind my ankles. I kicked and yelled, but after much grunting on her part she had my ankles tied together with what felt like some sort of cloth.
"That should hold you for now," she said, hopping off me.
I flipped over and sat up, pulling at the ropes around my wrists.
"I'll be back soon," the woman said. "Don't run away. . ." Laughing, she ran back into the cornfields towards the barn
I could see now that my ankles were bound together by a large blue bandana. The knots felt strong, but nothing I couldn't have undone easily if my hands were free. Of course, they weren't. But I was desperate to escape. Doubtless I had very little time before the brunette returned, probably with her two friends.
With some difficulty I rose to my feet, managing a few hops before crashing to the ground. I kicked, hoping to loosen the knots. I could loosen the bandana enough to free my ankles, there was still a chance. My struggles began to pay off; I felt the binds around my ankles giving way, when the sound of voices close by in the cornfield brough my heart to my throat. Moments later Jolie and her two friends stepped through the stalks.
The brunette stepped around me and gripped me under my arms. With a grunt she heaved me upright, pulling me backwards at the same time so that I almost fell over. She kept her hold on my arms, supporting me a few inches from the ground. "Get his feet!"
Jolie and the blonde wrapped their arms around my ankles and lifted me up. They carried me a few yards before releasing my ankles and leaning me against the fence. I felt the brunette let go of me briefly, and I heaved myself forward, only to be shoved back by Jolie and the blonde. Before I could try again, the brunette slipped her arms under mine and clasped her hands behind my head. "Shelly, get the ropes!"
Laughing, the blonde grabbed the ropes from where her friend had dropped them. She handed them to the girl behind me. "Be ready!" She called. I felt her fingers playing at the belt around my wrists. She was untying me! But before the belt was even loose, Jolie and Shelly had taken a grip on my arms. The brunette untied me, my arms flew up. . . And before I could even struggle, they were on me. Pressing their full weight against my arms, Shelly the blonde keeping up a steady stream of excited giggles, I was helpless as the brunette bound my right wrist to the railing. Once that arm was secured, Jolie leaned across me to help Shelly hold me still. In moments, my left wrist bound as well.
"Now his feet!" The brunette jumped back to my side of the fence. With Jolie and Shelly taking a firm grip on my ankles, she undid the bandana. Then they spread my legs wide, holding them tight, while the brunette tied one and then the other to the posts. I yanked at the bonds, but they wouldn't give an inch. They had bound me to the fence as tightly as to any rack. The railing cutting across my back just under my shoulder blades made my torso bow forward just slightly.
The three women stood in front of me, breathing heavily from their exertions, their hair disheveled. Terrified as I was, I found my eyes fixing on Jolie's naked breasts as they rose and fell.
"Look at him!" the brunette said. "We've got him tied up and naked and he's still staring at your tits!"
"You beast," Jolie said, her hazel eyes flashing at me. "You ruined my shirt and my bra."
"Jolie, I'm sorry," I gasped. The three women laughed. "No, really, I'm sorry, Jolie. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just playing. . ."
"Just playing?" said Jolie.
"Yes, and I got carried away. I'm sorry."
"It didn't look like playing to me," said Shelly.
"I got carried away. I didn't mean to be cruel. Please let me go."
"Gee, Jolie, what do you think?" said the brunette. "I have to say, he doesn't sound very sincere to me."
"Me either," said Shelly.
"But I am!" I said.
Jolie stepped over to me, her eyes staring right into my own and her lips curved into a little smirk. She stood in between my legs, so close I could actually feel the warmth of her body. My skin tingled. "Maybe you are," she said. "But since Lora did such a good job at tying you up, maybe we should take this opportunity to teach you a lesson…”
Her fingers began to lightly whirl across my stomach. "Jolie, please. . . oh!" I bit my lip and stifled a giggle. Shelly came up from behind Jolie and kneeled near my right leg. I felt a pair of cool hands begin to brush my right thigh and knee. Lora, the brunette, jumped over the fence to stand right behind me, her breath making the hairs on my ears and neck stand up. Her fingers began tracing delicate lines up and down my underarms and the sides of my neck. I gasped and moaned. Jolie leaned towards me and rubbed my nose with her own for a brief moment. "How does this feel?" she teased. Then, pressing her big, curvy body into me once more, she put her lips against my right ear and whispered, "You're really gonna get it."
Her fingers began to travel around my torso, over my chest very lightly and then passing along my ribs. Lora and Shelly continued their gentle brushing and rubbing. When Jolie's hands reached the sides of stomach she poked lightly with her forefingers, digging in to my flesh just slightly. I jumped and spluttered. She poked again, pressing her forefingers into my sides, leaving them there, twitching them. Then all ten fingers came into play, tickling the sensitive flesh around my waist. She watched raptly as I struggled, her bright hazel eyes narrowing and her lips curving up in a grin as I surrendered to helpless laughter…
“Naaa-haaa-haa-haa! Ahhh-haa-haa!” The first burst from my lips seemed to be a signal to the two other women to start tickling in earnest. I jerked and thrashed, desperate to escape the cruel fingers tormenting my body. The women were ceaseless, Lora wriggling her fingers in my armpits, Shelly squeezing and pinching my thighs and knees, and Jolie, her hazel eyes soaking up my every reaction, her enormous breasts pressed up against me, poked and prodded and stroked my belly and ribs. I had vowed not to give them the satisfaction of begging, but the idea that I had any will at all seemed foolish under the onslaught of their maddening fingers. I was helpless; they could do whatever they wanted with me, and I could only react. If I was able to form words I would have begged and offered them anything if they would stop. But I could only scream, my body convulsing with howls of laughter. Their fingers circled under my arms, swirled over my heaving ribs and belly, slid up and down my inner thighs.
Jolie’s fingers roved up and down my sides, her big curvaceous body pinning me further against the fence so that I was almost completely immobile. Bucking and squirming only served to rub my naked skin against Jolie's, adding an extra bit of torment to the misery I was already going through. Lora, her fingers continuing to flutter in my underarms, brushed her lips against my ear. I yelped, thrashing my head from side to side. Jolie noted my reaction, her eyes sparking. "Oh, yes," she said. She suddenly grabbed my head in both hands. Gently but firmly, she turned my face to the right, holding me there in a sort of headlock. I felt her breath in my ear. "Can't forget this," she whispered. To my horror, I felt her hot, wet tongue sneak its way into my ear. I screamed as she licked and probed, thrashing with all my strength but unable to free my head from her gentle but firm grip. Lora laughed at my futile reaction.
"This always drives me crazy," Jolie whispered in the brief moments her tongue was withdrawn. "It's one of my big weaknesses. I just turn to jello."
I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Stop! Please! Pleeessee!" My head felt like it would implode. The women all laughed. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be tickling as intensely as before, but Jolie's ear treatment was bad enough. I tried to turn my head as her tongue slithered its way back into my ear and brought forth a new torrent of shrieks and laughter from me.
"What's the matter?" she murmured, nuzzling my ear. "Don't you like being tickled by three pretty girls?"
"Jolie, please," I managed to gasp. "Stop! … don't do this to me anymore… I'll do whatever you want … I'll go away… I swear. . ."
"Stop?" Jolie said, releasing her grip. Her face was still barely an inch from mine. "I don't think so." She began playing with my hair, running her fingers through it lightly. "I begged for mercy, too, and I didn't get any. I would have done anything to make you stop. But you just kept tickling and tickling my poor body. . ." Her hands ran down my neck and to my chest. Then, she stepped back a fraction of an inch, no longer pressing against me, and slid her hands down to my belly. "So there will be no mercy for you. Not until I say so. You're going to get exactly what you deserve." She grinned as her hands began swirling around my sensitive belly again.
"Jolie! Jolie, don't. . . aahahahahaha!!" Shelly and Lora started in again. Fingers circled around under my arms, squeezed my thighs and knees, swirled across my stomach. Any speech had once again become completely impossible; I could only quiver in helpless laughter as the women seemed to tickle every inch of my naked body. "Ahh! No! Pleaheeheeheeheeeese! Stohahahap! Stop! I ca--I ca… aaa-haa-haa!”
My senses were rapidly approaching overload when they finally eased back a little, replacing the all-out tickling with light thrilling strokes while I continued to tremble and gasp.
“He’s a loud one, isn’t he?” Shelly giggled.
“Yeah, and ticklish, too,” Lora said. “You’d think that since he’s so sensitive himself, he would have been a little nicer to our Jolie. He would have known what it was like to be helpless while fingers tickled your most sensitive spots…”
I moaned and twitched, making the women laugh.
“What do you say, Jolie,” Lora said. “Are you done with him?”
“Oh no, I don’t think he’s learned his lesson yet,” Jolie said. “I want to take him inside.”
“But how do we get him there?” asked Lora. “He’s too worn out to put up much of a fight, but I don’t think we can carry him all that way.”
“Come with me,” Jolie said. “Shelly, you stay here and watch him. We’ll be back in a minute.”
“And keep your hands to yourself, missy,” Lora said to the plump blonde as she turned to follow Jolie back to the farmhouse. “Let him recover just a little bit. We want him fresh.”
“Okay,” Shelly giggled.
But no sooner had Lora and Jolie hustled off through the corn stalks than Shelly sashayed towards me, her wide hips making the hem of her dress swish back and forth. “Look at you there,” she said, pursing her lips in a mock pout. “You’re all wound up, you poor thing.”
It was true. As exhausted as I was from my ordeal, I was incredibly aroused. “But I think it’s going to be a long night for you,” Shelly giggled. There was a glint in her eyes that made me nervous. “I almost feel bad for you,” she went on. “I know I shouldn’t, since you were such a meanie to Jolie. I saw you tickling her big titties. But still, almost every time I see someone tickled really bad, my heart goes out to them just a little bit, no matter how much they deserve it. I just can’t help it. I just keep thinking ‘what if it was me being tickled like that? What if I was naked and helpless and could barely move as their fingers were crawling all over my body…’” She giggled and shivered.
“Then untie me, Shelly,” I whispered. “Let me go. Don’t torture me anymore.”
“Oh, I can’t do that. Lora and Jolie would be so angry. I can’t imagine what they’d do to me… or, I can imagine what they’d do to me…”
“You can tell them my arm slipped free and I over powered you. I can even tie you to the fence, to make it look good. Just by one wrist…”
She laughed. “No no no. If you think I’m going to release you, in the state you’re in… No way! Forget what Lora and Jolie would do to me. You’d probably carry me off somewhere and have your way with me…”
“No! I swear, Shelly! I’ll go away…”
“… you’d rip off all my clothes and tie me to a tree and just tickle me until I popped…”
“No! I won’t…!”
“Nuh-uh. You’re staying right here.” She stood right in front of me, so close I could feel the warmth of her body, and put her hands behind her back, her breasts thrusting forward under the thin fabric of her dress. She gave a huge sigh, and I thought the buttons down the front were going to fly right off. “I suppose I’ll just have to harden my heart to whatever we do to you next, and remind myself that you deserve it.”
“But I’ve learned my lesson! Please…”
“Shhh,” she said. “Stop being silly, silly.” She bent forward and flicked her tongue across my nipple.
I squawked in surprise. “Hey! They told you to leave me alone…”
“No, they told me to keep my hands to myself,” she giggled. “This is my tongue…”
“Yaa! St-st-stopp it!”
“And this is my mouth…”
“Yee-hee-hee! Sh-sh-shelllyyy… stahahahpp!… Yaahahaha!”
She sucked and licked at my nipple, making “mmmm” sounds as I squirmed. “What funny noises you make,” she teased in between licks. I couldn’t help giggling and squealing.
Shelly brushed my chest with her lips, traveling rapidly upwards, and then buried her face in my ticklish neck. “Noohaaahaa! Eeeeheehee!” She rubbed herself against me as she nibbled and my neck and earlobe. “Mmmm… now where else can I put my mouth? Any ideas…?”
“Noo-ho-ho…!”
I was almost relieved to see Lora and Jolie come walking through the stalks behind her. “Hey!” Lora gave Shelly a healthy “thwack” on her well-padded butt, causing the blonde to bounce and yelp enticingly. “You horny little tart! We told you to leave him alone!”
“You told me to keep my hands to myself,” Shelly said, grinning. “I wasn’t using my hands…”
“Smart-aleck,” Lora said, giving her another spank.
“We’ll deal with you later,” Jolie said to Shelly. She was pulling a medium-sized handcart behind her, and I noticed she had put a new bra on. “Are you ready? Okay Shelly, help me hold his arms down…”
They rapidly untied my wrists and then Lora wrapped the long rope around my torso three or four times, pinning my arms to my sides. That done, the women untied my ankles and pushed me to the ground, then re-tied them together. They surrounded me and, on the count of three, hoisted me up and put me in the cart.
I struggled through all of this, but I was out numbered, and couldn’t do much in my tickle-addled state. The three of them pulled the cart through the cornfield while I bounced along behind…
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Plaything of the Peasant Women
Part 2
"Get him!!" the brunette shouted, racing towards me across the barn floor.
I ran for the door, the brunette moving to intercept me. She blocked my path, arms spread and knees bent, as we closed in on each other. I feinted left, then right, then back to the left again. She lunged for me as I went by, slipping and falling on the straw. I ran on towards the door. The plump blonde shrieked as I dodged around her.
Outside, I immediately made for the cornfield, figuring it would be easy to hide there or lose my pursuers. In my haste and fear of capture, I stumbled and fell within a body's length of the cornfield. Glancing over my shoulder as I scrambled to my feet, I saw the athletic brunette come running out of the barn, the blonde following behind.
I crashed into the cornfield, the stalks slapping and brushing me as I ran. I staggered and fell again, my heart pounding. Even over the racket I was making, it seemed as though I could hear my pursuers behind me, could sense them gaining on me. I pushed on as fast as I could, corn stalks hindering me at every step. I heard shouts behind me just as I stumbled into a narrow, clear row between the stalks. Ahead of me, I could see a clear space where the field ended and another one began. Separating the two fields was a split rail fence. I ran for the fence as fast as I could.
I was almost there when something landed on top of me. I fell, sprawled on my stomach, the wind knocked out of me.
"Gotcha!" Though I couldn't see behind me, I knew it was the brunette. She had me pinned to the ground, her full weight on my back. I tried to raise myself, but she grabbed both my wrists and slowly pulled my arms against my sides and then behind my back. With my arms behind me I was helpless. Struggle and kick though I might, there was nothing I could do. I felt my wrists being bound together and cried out, desperately kicking and trying to roll. It was no use.
"There," she said, giving the binds a final tug. "But we can't have you running away. . ."
I felt her weight shift and immediately tried to rise, only to be pinned down again a moment later as she sat on the backs of my legs. I felt her hands on my calves and I knew she was trying to bind my ankles. I kicked and yelled, but after much grunting on her part she had my ankles tied together with what felt like some sort of cloth.
"That should hold you for now," she said, hopping off me.
I flipped over and sat up, pulling at the ropes around my wrists.
"I'll be back soon," the woman said. "Don't run away. . ." Laughing, she ran back into the cornfields towards the barn
I could see now that my ankles were bound together by a large blue bandana. The knots felt strong, but nothing I couldn't have undone easily if my hands were free. Of course, they weren't. But I was desperate to escape. Doubtless I had very little time before the brunette returned, probably with her two friends.
With some difficulty I rose to my feet, managing a few hops before crashing to the ground. I kicked, hoping to loosen the knots. I could loosen the bandana enough to free my ankles, there was still a chance. My struggles began to pay off; I felt the binds around my ankles giving way, when the sound of voices close by in the cornfield brough my heart to my throat. Moments later Jolie and her two friends stepped through the stalks.
The brunette stepped around me and gripped me under my arms. With a grunt she heaved me upright, pulling me backwards at the same time so that I almost fell over. She kept her hold on my arms, supporting me a few inches from the ground. "Get his feet!"
Jolie and the blonde wrapped their arms around my ankles and lifted me up. They carried me a few yards before releasing my ankles and leaning me against the fence. I felt the brunette let go of me briefly, and I heaved myself forward, only to be shoved back by Jolie and the blonde. Before I could try again, the brunette slipped her arms under mine and clasped her hands behind my head. "Shelly, get the ropes!"
Laughing, the blonde grabbed the ropes from where her friend had dropped them. She handed them to the girl behind me. "Be ready!" She called. I felt her fingers playing at the belt around my wrists. She was untying me! But before the belt was even loose, Jolie and Shelly had taken a grip on my arms. The brunette untied me, my arms flew up. . . And before I could even struggle, they were on me. Pressing their full weight against my arms, Shelly the blonde keeping up a steady stream of excited giggles, I was helpless as the brunette bound my right wrist to the railing. Once that arm was secured, Jolie leaned across me to help Shelly hold me still. In moments, my left wrist bound as well.
"Now his feet!" The brunette jumped back to my side of the fence. With Jolie and Shelly taking a firm grip on my ankles, she undid the bandana. Then they spread my legs wide, holding them tight, while the brunette tied one and then the other to the posts. I yanked at the bonds, but they wouldn't give an inch. They had bound me to the fence as tightly as to any rack. The railing cutting across my back just under my shoulder blades made my torso bow forward just slightly.
The three women stood in front of me, breathing heavily from their exertions, their hair disheveled. Terrified as I was, I found my eyes fixing on Jolie's naked breasts as they rose and fell.
"Look at him!" the brunette said. "We've got him tied up and naked and he's still staring at your tits!"
"You beast," Jolie said, her hazel eyes flashing at me. "You ruined my shirt and my bra."
"Jolie, I'm sorry," I gasped. The three women laughed. "No, really, I'm sorry, Jolie. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just playing. . ."
"Just playing?" said Jolie.
"Yes, and I got carried away. I'm sorry."
"It didn't look like playing to me," said Shelly.
"I got carried away. I didn't mean to be cruel. Please let me go."
"Gee, Jolie, what do you think?" said the brunette. "I have to say, he doesn't sound very sincere to me."
"Me either," said Shelly.
"But I am!" I said.
Jolie stepped over to me, her eyes staring right into my own and her lips curved into a little smirk. She stood in between my legs, so close I could actually feel the warmth of her body. My skin tingled. "Maybe you are," she said. "But since Lora did such a good job at tying you up, maybe we should take this opportunity to teach you a lesson…”
Her fingers began to lightly whirl across my stomach. "Jolie, please. . . oh!" I bit my lip and stifled a giggle. Shelly came up from behind Jolie and kneeled near my right leg. I felt a pair of cool hands begin to brush my right thigh and knee. Lora, the brunette, jumped over the fence to stand right behind me, her breath making the hairs on my ears and neck stand up. Her fingers began tracing delicate lines up and down my underarms and the sides of my neck. I gasped and moaned. Jolie leaned towards me and rubbed my nose with her own for a brief moment. "How does this feel?" she teased. Then, pressing her big, curvy body into me once more, she put her lips against my right ear and whispered, "You're really gonna get it."
Her fingers began to travel around my torso, over my chest very lightly and then passing along my ribs. Lora and Shelly continued their gentle brushing and rubbing. When Jolie's hands reached the sides of stomach she poked lightly with her forefingers, digging in to my flesh just slightly. I jumped and spluttered. She poked again, pressing her forefingers into my sides, leaving them there, twitching them. Then all ten fingers came into play, tickling the sensitive flesh around my waist. She watched raptly as I struggled, her bright hazel eyes narrowing and her lips curving up in a grin as I surrendered to helpless laughter…
“Naaa-haaa-haa-haa! Ahhh-haa-haa!” The first burst from my lips seemed to be a signal to the two other women to start tickling in earnest. I jerked and thrashed, desperate to escape the cruel fingers tormenting my body. The women were ceaseless, Lora wriggling her fingers in my armpits, Shelly squeezing and pinching my thighs and knees, and Jolie, her hazel eyes soaking up my every reaction, her enormous breasts pressed up against me, poked and prodded and stroked my belly and ribs. I had vowed not to give them the satisfaction of begging, but the idea that I had any will at all seemed foolish under the onslaught of their maddening fingers. I was helpless; they could do whatever they wanted with me, and I could only react. If I was able to form words I would have begged and offered them anything if they would stop. But I could only scream, my body convulsing with howls of laughter. Their fingers circled under my arms, swirled over my heaving ribs and belly, slid up and down my inner thighs.
Jolie’s fingers roved up and down my sides, her big curvaceous body pinning me further against the fence so that I was almost completely immobile. Bucking and squirming only served to rub my naked skin against Jolie's, adding an extra bit of torment to the misery I was already going through. Lora, her fingers continuing to flutter in my underarms, brushed her lips against my ear. I yelped, thrashing my head from side to side. Jolie noted my reaction, her eyes sparking. "Oh, yes," she said. She suddenly grabbed my head in both hands. Gently but firmly, she turned my face to the right, holding me there in a sort of headlock. I felt her breath in my ear. "Can't forget this," she whispered. To my horror, I felt her hot, wet tongue sneak its way into my ear. I screamed as she licked and probed, thrashing with all my strength but unable to free my head from her gentle but firm grip. Lora laughed at my futile reaction.
"This always drives me crazy," Jolie whispered in the brief moments her tongue was withdrawn. "It's one of my big weaknesses. I just turn to jello."
I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Stop! Please! Pleeessee!" My head felt like it would implode. The women all laughed. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be tickling as intensely as before, but Jolie's ear treatment was bad enough. I tried to turn my head as her tongue slithered its way back into my ear and brought forth a new torrent of shrieks and laughter from me.
"What's the matter?" she murmured, nuzzling my ear. "Don't you like being tickled by three pretty girls?"
"Jolie, please," I managed to gasp. "Stop! … don't do this to me anymore… I'll do whatever you want … I'll go away… I swear. . ."
"Stop?" Jolie said, releasing her grip. Her face was still barely an inch from mine. "I don't think so." She began playing with my hair, running her fingers through it lightly. "I begged for mercy, too, and I didn't get any. I would have done anything to make you stop. But you just kept tickling and tickling my poor body. . ." Her hands ran down my neck and to my chest. Then, she stepped back a fraction of an inch, no longer pressing against me, and slid her hands down to my belly. "So there will be no mercy for you. Not until I say so. You're going to get exactly what you deserve." She grinned as her hands began swirling around my sensitive belly again.
"Jolie! Jolie, don't. . . aahahahahaha!!" Shelly and Lora started in again. Fingers circled around under my arms, squeezed my thighs and knees, swirled across my stomach. Any speech had once again become completely impossible; I could only quiver in helpless laughter as the women seemed to tickle every inch of my naked body. "Ahh! No! Pleaheeheeheeheeeese! Stohahahap! Stop! I ca--I ca… aaa-haa-haa!”
My senses were rapidly approaching overload when they finally eased back a little, replacing the all-out tickling with light thrilling strokes while I continued to tremble and gasp.
“He’s a loud one, isn’t he?” Shelly giggled.
“Yeah, and ticklish, too,” Lora said. “You’d think that since he’s so sensitive himself, he would have been a little nicer to our Jolie. He would have known what it was like to be helpless while fingers tickled your most sensitive spots…”
I moaned and twitched, making the women laugh.
“What do you say, Jolie,” Lora said. “Are you done with him?”
“Oh no, I don’t think he’s learned his lesson yet,” Jolie said. “I want to take him inside.”
“But how do we get him there?” asked Lora. “He’s too worn out to put up much of a fight, but I don’t think we can carry him all that way.”
“Come with me,” Jolie said. “Shelly, you stay here and watch him. We’ll be back in a minute.”
“And keep your hands to yourself, missy,” Lora said to the plump blonde as she turned to follow Jolie back to the farmhouse. “Let him recover just a little bit. We want him fresh.”
“Okay,” Shelly giggled.
But no sooner had Lora and Jolie hustled off through the corn stalks than Shelly sashayed towards me, her wide hips making the hem of her dress swish back and forth. “Look at you there,” she said, pursing her lips in a mock pout. “You’re all wound up, you poor thing.”
It was true. As exhausted as I was from my ordeal, I was incredibly aroused. “But I think it’s going to be a long night for you,” Shelly giggled. There was a glint in her eyes that made me nervous. “I almost feel bad for you,” she went on. “I know I shouldn’t, since you were such a meanie to Jolie. I saw you tickling her big titties. But still, almost every time I see someone tickled really bad, my heart goes out to them just a little bit, no matter how much they deserve it. I just can’t help it. I just keep thinking ‘what if it was me being tickled like that? What if I was naked and helpless and could barely move as their fingers were crawling all over my body…’” She giggled and shivered.
“Then untie me, Shelly,” I whispered. “Let me go. Don’t torture me anymore.”
“Oh, I can’t do that. Lora and Jolie would be so angry. I can’t imagine what they’d do to me… or, I can imagine what they’d do to me…”
“You can tell them my arm slipped free and I over powered you. I can even tie you to the fence, to make it look good. Just by one wrist…”
She laughed. “No no no. If you think I’m going to release you, in the state you’re in… No way! Forget what Lora and Jolie would do to me. You’d probably carry me off somewhere and have your way with me…”
“No! I swear, Shelly! I’ll go away…”
“… you’d rip off all my clothes and tie me to a tree and just tickle me until I popped…”
“No! I won’t…!”
“Nuh-uh. You’re staying right here.” She stood right in front of me, so close I could feel the warmth of her body, and put her hands behind her back, her breasts thrusting forward under the thin fabric of her dress. She gave a huge sigh, and I thought the buttons down the front were going to fly right off. “I suppose I’ll just have to harden my heart to whatever we do to you next, and remind myself that you deserve it.”
“But I’ve learned my lesson! Please…”
“Shhh,” she said. “Stop being silly, silly.” She bent forward and flicked her tongue across my nipple.
I squawked in surprise. “Hey! They told you to leave me alone…”
“No, they told me to keep my hands to myself,” she giggled. “This is my tongue…”
“Yaa! St-st-stopp it!”
“And this is my mouth…”
“Yee-hee-hee! Sh-sh-shelllyyy… stahahahpp!… Yaahahaha!”
She sucked and licked at my nipple, making “mmmm” sounds as I squirmed. “What funny noises you make,” she teased in between licks. I couldn’t help giggling and squealing.
Shelly brushed my chest with her lips, traveling rapidly upwards, and then buried her face in my ticklish neck. “Noohaaahaa! Eeeeheehee!” She rubbed herself against me as she nibbled and my neck and earlobe. “Mmmm… now where else can I put my mouth? Any ideas…?”
“Noo-ho-ho…!”
I was almost relieved to see Lora and Jolie come walking through the stalks behind her. “Hey!” Lora gave Shelly a healthy “thwack” on her well-padded butt, causing the blonde to bounce and yelp enticingly. “You horny little tart! We told you to leave him alone!”
“You told me to keep my hands to myself,” Shelly said, grinning. “I wasn’t using my hands…”
“Smart-aleck,” Lora said, giving her another spank.
“We’ll deal with you later,” Jolie said to Shelly. She was pulling a medium-sized handcart behind her, and I noticed she had put a new bra on. “Are you ready? Okay Shelly, help me hold his arms down…”
They rapidly untied my wrists and then Lora wrapped the long rope around my torso three or four times, pinning my arms to my sides. That done, the women untied my ankles and pushed me to the ground, then re-tied them together. They surrounded me and, on the count of three, hoisted me up and put me in the cart.
I struggled through all of this, but I was out numbered, and couldn’t do much in my tickle-addled state. The three of them pulled the cart through the cornfield while I bounced along behind…
