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“Are you here, Nell?”
Nell was caught off guard hearing the demure voice calling for her. Letting herself fall back down from her sit up she saw a young woman wearing a simple white blouse over a black pleated miniskirt and matching nylons walk into the room upside down. To be more precise, she only looked that way because Nell herself was hanging upside down from a pull up bar by her knees. She was just about to greet the woman when something fell in front of her face blocking her vision.
“Oh fuckin’ hell,” she muttered under her breath in annoyance. Despite her precautions to keep her loose t-shirt tucked into her gym shorts, it had slipped free at the most inopportune moment possible. The offending fabric was pushed back into place before letting herself down from the bar.
Nell Fisher was a mercenary under the employ of Quicksand Company. Boasting a beautiful face, long straight dirty blonde hair that nearly reached the small of her back, D-cup breasts, standing at 5’5” (165 cm) with long toned legs, and not having an ounce of excess fat on her body without being too muscular, Nell could pass as a reasonably in shape civilian if she wanted to. Combine that with her more amiable nature and she fulfilled a rather specific niche at Quicksand Company as a bodyguard who could blend in with the crowd, perfect for clients who wanted a security detail without the awkwardness of being followed around by a veritable mountain of muscle who glowered at anybody who got too close.
“See something you like, miss?” Nell couldn’t stop herself from teasing the girl a little after her feet were firmly on the ground. Layla, the young woman who’d come looking for her, had a slight blush gracing her cheeks as she appeared to have suddenly taken a keen interest in the nearby rowing machine.
Layla flinched at her words, but recovered quickly. “It’s a nice machine. I guess you’re supposed to… sit on the seat and pull the handles?”
“And push with your legs at the same time. It’s a full body workout.” Nell decided to let her off the hook. To her, the fact that the girl got so flustered over having caught a glimpse of her black sports bra was cute in its own way.
Layla Wright was the client’s daughter and the woman Nell had been hired to protect. According to the file Nell had been provided she was 25-years-old, 5’1” (155 cm), black hair that stopped just shy of her shoulders, and while her weight curiously had an ink stain blotting it out, by eyeball estimate she couldn’t have been over 100 lbs (45 kg) in total. In general the best way Nell could think to describe her was “svelte”. Layla was thin from top to bottom with a slim face, A-cup breasts, tight waist, slim hips, and noodle thin limbs. Mr. Wright had insisted she needed a live-in bodyguard while they investigated a stalker who’d harassed her over the past couple weeks. Nell was the obvious choice for the job. She was now staying in a guest room at the Wright family house across the hall from Layla’s bedroom, and as a side bonus had been granted access to the father’s home gym while she was there.
“Did you need something, miss?” Nell asked after the conversation petered out.
“Oh, yes!” Layla came back to her senses with a start. She held out something clutched in her hand. It was a simple metal necklace with a teardrop shaped amethyst inlaid into the pendant. “I wanted to give you this.”
“Thank you very much, miss, but I can’t accept this. Company policy.”
“Please, I want you to have it. The crystal is filled with really powerful chakra. It’ll protect you!”
‘Oh, she’s one of those.’ Nell had to fight to keep her smile from twitching at the realization. She’d never had much patience for all of that natural energy nonsense. Healing crystals, chakra energies, blood type personalities… All of it struck her as hopelessly naive at best and flirting dangerously close to cult-like faith at worst.
“Please? It’d help put my mind at ease if you wore it…”
Regardless of Nell’s best efforts to keep her face neutral, her hesitation hadn’t gone unnoticed. She caved. Watching the girl practically beg her to take it made her feel like an asshole. “...if you insist.” Taking the necklace from the girl’s hands, she secured it around her neck. ‘As long as I return it at the end of the job everything should be fine,’ she mentally consoled herself.
Watching Layla’s expression brighten after she put it on just made her feel more awkward. She needed to change the subject. “We’ll be heading out in half an hour. Are you ready to go?”
“Yep!”
“Good. I’m taking a shower to rinse off and get changed. I’ll be back in a bit.”
After a 5 minute shower Nell changed into a designer long sleeved black and white shirt and black trousers. The shirt wasn’t quite long enough to fully cover her stomach leaving a small strip of skin between her navel and waistline visible. Her sports bra and underwear got changed out for a matching royal purple set. None of that was exactly professional looking per se, but then again that was the point. The job this time around was to pose as Layla’s friend visiting from out of town while they were out of the house. The only problem the outfit posed was that the entire ensemble hugged her figure too nicely to hide a gun anywhere. She ended up throwing on a pair of black boots and a boot holster for her pistol.
“Miss, it’s still a bit early, but do you want to head out now?” asked Nell, strolling into the kitchen. Layla looked up from scrolling on her phone at the dining table and nodded.
Just because she had a stalker didn’t mean Layla could afford to take infinite time off from her job. From what Nell understood, Layla worked as a technician at a manufacturing plant a half hour’s drive down the freeway from here. Asking for additional details had gotten her an explanation with so many technical terms and unexplained abbreviations it’d left Nell more confused than before, so she’d ended up writing it off as probably not related to the job.
Nell sent a “Heading to work” status update to Mr. Wright while sliding into the driver’s seat of Layla’s car and Layla took the passenger’s side. Following Layla’s directions out of the neighborhood, they headed for the nearest freeway entrance. They’d barely managed to travel a couple streets before she needed to hit the breaks. The road in front of them was blocked off by “Road Closure” fences painted in white and orange erected across the street and several cars parked along the side of the road. Several people were milling around an open manhole cover in the middle of the street.
“I didn’t realize they were doing sewage work on this street,” said Layla.
A young man in his mid-20s wearing a safety vest and hard hat hurried over to them. Nell obligingly rolled down the window to talk to him. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Road’s closed. You’ll have to find another way.”
“That’s fine. Sorry for the trouble.”
The young man’s eyes swept over Nell and came to a rest on Layla. Before Nell had enough time to so much as put the car into reverse, he stood up and used his thumb and middle finger to blow a shrill whistle. Seconds later, the two girls heard car engines start up around them.
“Oh FUCKING HELL!” Nell shouted, realizing what was going on. She ducked down to get her pistol out of her boot, but she was interrupted by the car unexpectedly lurching forward. One of the cars had slammed into them from behind. The blow caused Nell’s head to smack against the wheel, temporarily stunning her.
“What’s going on!?” Layla shouted in a panic.
The young man had beaten a prompt retreat to make room for a truck to take his place. A loud screeching sound filled the air as its front ground into the side of Layla’s car to pin the driver’s side door shut.
“Nell, help!” Nell heard Layla scream beside her. A man and woman, two of the people who’d been around the open manhole, had approached on the passenger’s side. There was a crash from the window getting smashed in followed swiftly by screaming as Layla was dragged out of the car.
“Fuckers!” Nell shouted. Having recovered enough to retrieve her gun, she leveled it at the people dragging Layla away. Unfortunately, the battle had already been decided. A second woman had clambered out of the truck. Nell had just enough time to realize that the newcomer had pointed a taser at her through the open window before the woman pulled the trigger. Her scream of pain echoed through the street feeling the electric current course through her.
The current wasn’t quite enough to knock Nell out, but it did leave her too incapacitated to put up the faintest struggle anymore. She was only vaguely aware of getting dragged out of the car, getting blindfolded and gagged by strips of cloth as well as having her wrists and ankles bound by zip ties, and loaded into what felt like the back seat of a car. By the time she started to recover enough to become more aware a pair of people had taken her out of the car to carry her somewhere.
“Oof!” Nell grunted in pain when her captors suddenly dropped her. Feeling the cold stone under her cheek, she had the sinking feeling they’d literally just dropped her shoulder first onto the ground. With her arms bound behind her back she was left awkwardly squirming on the floor resting on her smarting shoulder.
As Nell tried to listen for anything that could tell her where she was, she silently cursed whoever was in charge of intel gathering for this mission. The briefing had been explicit Layla’s stalker was a singular older man in his 50s. If she’d known she was up against a coordinated group of people, maybe she could’ve done something to avoid blundering into such an obvious (in hindsight) trap. If she survived this she was gonna wring their necks for the slip up.
A pair of footsteps followed by a grunt of pain let Nell know that Layla had been deposited right in front of her. Any room for doubt was done away with by her blindfolded getting pulled off. A quick scan of the room from where she lay let her confirm Layla was similarly bound and gagged on the floor in front of her along with at least 5 others in the room. 2 were the women who’d helped in the ambush, one in their 20s and the other at least in her mid-30s. The other 3 were men, the 20-year-old who’d talked to them, a big muscular guy in his 40s, and an older man somewhere in his 50s who looked like a perfect match for the picture Nell had been provided of Layla’s stalker. They were situated in the middle of what looked like a factory floor surrounded by rows of complicated machines and workbenches.
“Hello there, Layla,” the oldest man said with a nasty smile. His wrinkly face, bald head, and bushy beard along with a three-piece suit that looked overdue for a trip to the dry cleaners gave the impression that he was some sort of businessman. “The name's Brandon. These fine ladies and gentlemen behind me are Samantha, Laura, Harvey, and Eugene. You may not know us, but we know your daddy."
"Are introductions really necessary? She's gonna die soon anyways," complained the younger of the two women, Samantha. She was fairly short, probably an inch or two shorter than Layla, and clad in a grunge band t-shirt and short shorts.
"Politeness costs us nothing, Samantha."
“We used to work in this factory. Then your father came along and took it all away from us. We lost everything we'd been working towards for years over the course of a single morning just so your old man could brag to his investors about how he was being proactive in generating more profit for the company," said Laura, getting the conversation back on track. In comparison to Samantha she was a little bit bigger with a fuller figure. A Formula 1 hat sat on top of her head over a simple leather jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans combo.
“And now we’re gonna get our revenge by taking away his everything from him: You,” Brandon finished. Everybody was leering down at Layla, obviously taking joy out of her terrified expression. Everybody, that is, except for Nell.
Nell was distracted at the moment by a tugging sensation around her neck. The necklace Layla had given her was moving. The amethyst inlaid in the pendant had begun to twitch just hard enough for her to feel it through the chain. A faint purple glow emitted from the gemstone that Nell was surprised nobody else seemed to notice.
“What about her? I don't remember anything in the plan about grabbing anybody other than his daughter,” said Harvey, motioning with his head towards Nell. Nell’s attention was pulled back to the conversation by everybody turning to look at her. Harvey towered over the rest of the group with noticeably defined muscles and a full beard that reached down to his chest. Incongruously for the occasion, he was dressed in his Sunday best of a well fitting button up shirt, dress pants, and a vest.
“Oh, she’s pretty hot so I decided to nab her too while we were at it,” said Eugene. This was the one who'd come up to talk to Nell and Layla at the roadwork. He still had on the construction worker outfit complete with safety vest and hard hat. Eugene was a little too distracted ogling Nell’s chest to notice Samantha roll her eyes and mutter something under her breath that looked suspiciously to Nell like “Men…”
“I didn’t sign up to kill a woman for the crime of getting hired by that old bastard. His daughter I can understand. She’s a step too far,” said Harvey.
Brandon shifted position to face Nell. Leaning forward, he undid the knot on her gag to allow the cloth to fall free from her mouth. "What do you say, Missy? This doesn't concern you. How much would it cost us to have you look the other way? Name a price. I'm certain we can come to an agreement we're both happy with."
"No thanks," Nell said curtly. "I can sympathize with why you're out for revenge, but frankly I don't give a damn. No amount of money is going to make me okay with the murder of an innocent girl just because you're mad at her father."
Samantha sighed with exasperation as she squatted in front of Nell. One hand reached forward to grip Nell's nose shut between her thumb and forefinger. No matter how the bound woman struggled, she couldn't shake free. "You're a fucking moron. Here we are giving you an out on a silver platter and you're too stuck on your stupid morals to take it." Her eyes were filled with disdain as she let go of Nell's nose. "Whatever. It's not my problem if you're a slut who wants to spend the rest of your life as this dumbass' fucktoy."
Nell's necklace was growing more energetic. Its glow was bright enough to be noticeable on the edge of her vision and the pendant was hopping off the ground like a bouncy ball from the amethyst violently shaking. The fact that nobody seemed to register it at all was getting Nell increasingly weirded out.
"So nobody's gonna mind then?" asked Eugene. He didn't even try to hide the naked lust in his eyes as he leered down at Nell.
"You're such a fucking pig."
Samantha's complaint went ignored in favor of taking a seat crosslegged next to her. Nell flinched seeing his hand reach forward, fully expecting to feel him grope her chest. Instead, a gasp escaped her lips when he reached past her breasts in favor of digging his fingers into where the top of her rib cage transitioned into her underarms.
"Tickle tickle!" he taunted in a singsong voice. Nell tried to jerk away, but his fingers followed to dig into the spot again and again. Of all the things she'd expected him to do to her, tickling her pits wasn't one of them. The little ticklish surges each touch elicited were enough to make her breath hitch.
"She seems quite sensitive," said Laura.
Nell's eyes frantically darted around. All of their captors were watching the scene unfold with amusement. Only Layla seemed surprised by what they were doing to her. First they made it clear they planned to kill Layla and have her raped, then they started tickling her? None of this made any sense!
That's when she noticed it. A faint purple tint had come over all of the kidnappers' eyes. The necklace Layla gave her now lay inert on the stone floor, its glow faded to its original dull shine.
"Tehehehe!" Any further thought on the matter was interrupted when a second hand suddenly joined in. Samantha had slipped her slim fingers into the space between Nell's arm and her armpits. The combined assault of Eugene's blunt fingertips digging into the bottom of her pits alongside Samantha's long fingernails gently scratching right next to them sent her into a giggling fit. Nell did her best to bury her face into her shoulder to stifle herself. More so than disliking that ticklish feeling, giggling like an airheaded schoolgirl from being tickled by strangers was humiliating.
Layla watched the entire scene play out in front of her with eyes wide. Her gaze flitted fearfully between watching her bodyguard get tickled and the three kidnappers who hadn't joined in. Her heart skipped a beat in fright when Brandon turned back to her. "Don't think we've forgotten about you," he said.
"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Layla shook her head and whimpered into the gag. The sadistic smiles on the kidnappers' faces were taking on a very different meaning she didn't like. Her body wiggled backwards across the floor trying to escape, but much like with Nell it was impossible for her to get away. Her struggles came to a halt when she felt her back bump into something. Looking up, she saw she'd squirmed right into Harvey's legs.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. A hand reached down to pinch Layla's side with a gentleness that belied how calloused his fingers were.
"Yihehehahahaha!" Layla had always been aware of how incredibly ticklish she was. Combine that with the fear caused by being kidnapped by people who intended to hurt her, the building tension from realizing she was about to be tickled, and the helplessness from being tied up, and she was practically a powderkeg primed to explode. That single pinch was all it took to make her squeal into her gag, her body lurching to escape the ticklish touch.
A tugging at her feet grabbed her attention. Layla's eyes widened in terror realizing Laura was pulling off her sneakers. "When someone says 'tickling' you just gotta think about feet, don't you?" she said. Somehow her smile managed to grow even crueler after the sneakers came off to reveal Layla's nylon-clad soles. "Such pretty feet and in sheer nylons too. They're just begging to be tickled!"
"Hehehahahaha! NohoHAHAHHAHA! Staaha ihihiHAHAHAHA!" A shriek filled the factory floor when Laura's long nails gently scratched across Layla's arches. Her legs kicked in an instinctual attempt to drive her tormentor away, but having her ankles zip tied together made it all too easy for Laura to simply put her ankles in a headlock before resuming her assault with her free hand.
To make matters worse, Brandon had joined in unannounced. A pair of hands had come in to poke and prod at her stomach through her blouse. Trying to squirm back just resulted in her back grinding against Harvey's legs. Layla was trapped between the two men double teaming her upper body, one tapping up and down the length of her side like he was playing a piano at the same time the other took advantage of the entirety of her stomach with pokes, strokes, and quick wiggling.
Nell wasn't faring any better under the tender ministrations of her own tormentors. Attempting to squirm away from the underarm tickling resulted in her rolling over to lie on her back with her arms trapped under her. Unfortunately, what she quickly discovered was that simply meant both of her tender pits were fair targets now.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Admit it. You're just a little slut who wants us to play with your body," taunted Samantha. Both of her hands had wormed their way in to wiggle inside Nell's armpits. Even worse than the tickling, which was admittedly horrible, was the feeling of helplessness. The way Nell's arms were bound behind her back meant she was just shy of being able to clamp her arms down to keep the fingers out. No matter how she tried to arch her shoulders forward, Samantha had just enough of the sensitive skin to play with to continue unimpeded. Being so close to protecting herself only to fall short was driving her to distraction.
"I'm not complaining. Look at those melons bounce!" Eugene had ceded playing with Nell's armpits in favor of taking advantage of how Nell's shirt didn't cover the bottom of her stomach between her bellybutton and trousers. His hands were darting everywhere scratching, poking, squeezing, and rubbing all over both of her sides, up high enough on her stomach to make Nell panic that one of those fingers could potentially slip into her bellybutton, then fake her out by instead going back down to play along the border of her pantyline.
"Stohohop! Cut it ohout yoUHEHEH FUHuckers! HOHOHOHOTIHIHIHAHAHAHAHA!" Nell had been reduced to howling with laughter and futilely squirming in place. Her ticklers' taunts were combining together to make her uncomfortably aware of how her struggling caused her chest to jiggle. The shame caused her to try holding still, but all that led to was her ticklers taking advantage of her lack of squirming to dig in more viciously. Inevitably the ticklish sensations caused her to reflexively buck her hips and thrash her upper body, once again causing her breasts to bounce for their viewing pleasure.
The three-pronged assault Layla was under left her perpetually caught by surprise. All three of her ticklers had begun changing techniques at a bewildering rate that would've left her guessing if they'd been alone. With all three of them doing it at once the results were too much for her to handle. Her focus getting dragged down to her feet by Laura scratching at a bad spot where her arches met her heels meant she was distracted from Harvey's calloused fingers suddenly goosing her hips, which in turn meant she wasn't paying attention to when Brandon started giving her tummy the most ticklish massage she'd ever had.
Layla was so desperate for a break from the tickles that she didn't think twice when Harvey stopped. She was just grateful that there were now 10 less fingers dancing over her body. It didn't occur to her that he could potentially be doing something to make her torment even worse until she felt him roughly grab her arms from behind. The zip ties were cut off so they could wrestle her arms above her head and secure them there with a length of rope leading to a nearby piece of heavy machinery. The process was then repeated with some help from Laura to bind her legs with ropes attached to the legs of a nearby rack that'd been riveted to the factory floor. Layla's face went scarlet with embarrassment over her predicament at the end. Her bondage forced her legs open quite wide with barely any slack to pull them closed, leaving a clear view up her miniskirt at her nylon-covered white panties.
Her tormentors weren't going to give her the luxury of an upskirt opportunity being her biggest concern at the moment though. "Mind if I join you?" Brandon asked Laura.
"Feel free!"
Layla's face went pale seeing both people take up position at her feet. "No! NO! NO!" she screamed into her gag. For both of her kidnappers, that was their signal to start. Layla's pleading transformed into throwing her head back to shriek with laughter when 4 sets of fingers made contact with her soles simultaneously. Brandon had settled on a strategy of using one hand to hold her toes back to allow the other hand to have free reign over her immobilized foot, gently prodding at the undersides of her toes, stroking her arches, and lightly scratching the balls of her feet. Reveling in being able to utilize all 10 of her fingers for tickling for the first time today, Laura was instead madly scrabbling her nails everywhere she could reach. Her victim being able to wiggle her foot out of the way didn't matter. What was important was getting all 10 fingers the maximum amount of contact time possible, not where exactly she tickled.
"Pleeahahaahah! PLEAHAHA! MAHAKE ih stOHOHOHAHA!" Layla screamed into her gag in between desperate peals of laughter. Her hands tugged at the ropes around her wrists with all her strength, but the heavy machine serving as an anchor refused to budge. A dull thudding sound intermingled with her laughter when her butt slammed against the ground multiple times in quick succession and she kicked her legs to fight off the ticklish sensations surging up through them from her feet. The struggling caused her blouse and miniskirt to ride up to completely expose her stomach and panties respectively, but she was too distracted by how badly it tickled to care.
"Not a chance," said Harvey with a smirk. Now that his job of upgrading her bondage was done he was eager to jump back into the fray. "This is our revenge! You're ours now and you're gonna stay ours for as long as we want!" One final bit of preparation he opted for was finishing the job of Layla's blouse riding up, pulling the fabric above her head and unclipping the simple white bra underneath to leave her upper body completely bare. Layla's laughter went up another octave from his fingers bouncing back and forth between her armpits and ribs, raking down the lengths of her pits interspersed with occasional stops to focus on the deepest parts of her hollows and prying into the fleshy gaps in between her rib cage. Occasionally he would give her pert A-cup breasts some attention by wiggling his fingers all over her chest in random patterns, causing her to shake her upper body as energetically as she could in an attempt to knock the tickly spiders off.
Inspired by the hell his friends were unleashing on Layla's feet, Eugene moved down to pull off Nell's boots and the socks underneath. He was now seated on her shins to rake his fingers up from her heels to the toes in long uninterrupted strokes. Nell shrieked in ticklish agony with every pass and wiggled her feet to deter him as long as she could. "That isn't helping you know," he teased. "My fingers are gonna keep coming back no matter what you do!" All Eugene had to do was wait for her to slow down a little before striking again, savoring how she was incapable of stopping him from doing whatever he wanted to her.
"Pleahahase stohohop! Please stop! Please stop! PleheAHAHSE STOHOPHOHOHOHEHEHEHE!" Nell's tough front crumbled under the relentless tickling. At this point she didn't care how much she had to beg if it got the tickles to stop.
"Wishing you'd taken our offer now? Well too bad! You just haaaaad to stick with your shitty ass morals, so now we're gonna do whatever we want with you!" Eugene wasn't the only one getting turned on from having power over Nell. Samantha wasn't able to hold herself back anymore. The purple tint in her eyes glowed stronger than ever before as she pulled up Nell's shirt and bra to leave her D-cup breasts bare. Leaning in, she lapped at Nell's unwillingly rock hard nipples with her tongue and gently nibbled with her teeth. One hand had also undone the zipper on Nell's trousers. That hand was now reaching into Nell's panties to gently scrape her nails around the pink lips of her sopping wet folds and throbbing clit.
Nell was completely beside herself. Getting tickled like this was causing everything to compound together. Having her privates toyed with wasn't just making her feel more helpless than ever, it was adding a sexual kick that made the ticklish sensations all the worse. Add on the fact that the girl's mouth and fingers on her breasts and pussy didn't feel good, they instead tickled like mad, and everything was coming together to push her to new levels of sensitivity to make every ticklish stroke forced on her helpless body unbearable.
"Sam… You…" Eugene had turned around to watch the display behind him with his mouth hung open in shock. He'd been carrying a small torch for Samantha ever since they'd met at new hire orientation. Seeing his crush take so much joy out of going to town on Nell's privates filled him with jealousy. Alongside that jealousy came a burning anger. The purple glow in his eyes grew brighter as he gave her feet everything he had. His fingers dove in to wiggle, poke, scratch, rub, and stroke the worst spots he could find on Nell's soles in the name of making the woman who had stolen his crush's attention from him suffer as much as he could manage. His intense assault counterbalanced Samantha's more sexual teasing to leave Nell howling with laughter, her body convulsing from the ticklish bolts of lightning shooting up her legs on their way to her brain.
"Noho moREHEHAHAHA! NO MOHOREHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Desperate pleading filled the air as Layla begged with everything she had. It tickled. It tickled more horribly than she had known possible. Her three tormentors hadn't given her a single break since retying her. At this point she'd been reduced to purely reacting to their every sadistic touch with laughter and screams.
To make matters worse, she was getting turned on. The tickling caused a tension to build inside of her that only grew as the torture continued. She'd spent the last several minutes being unintentionally edged by her tormentors, the tickling bringing her right on the cusp of an orgasm and with the same stroke preventing her from cumming. Her resulting higher sensitivity had made the tickling all the worse, which in turn brought her ever closer to the precipice of orgasm.
An inarticulate, blood-curdling scream filled the factory. Eventually Layla's body couldn't handle it anymore. The tickles pushed her into the biggest mindblowing orgasm she'd ever had. A stain formed on her panties and a puddle of her lovejuices pooled in between her legs as her body was racked with mind numbing pleasure.
But the scream hadn't been one of joy. It was laughter. None of Layla's ticklers had slowed down in the slightest to let her enjoy her climax. Their eyes all glowed purple as they viciously dug into her body, delighting in ruining her pleasure and taking advantage of the resulting heightened sensitivity to push her to the furthest depths of ticklish suffering as punishment for cumming. Layla's mind snapped under the torture. Her entire world was the tickling now. It overwhelmed everything until it was the only thing she was aware of anymore.
Nell was pushed over the edge soon after. An unofficial competition had broken out between Samantha and Eugene tormenting her, one which Samantha was unfortunately happy to lose. One toyed with her privates to bring her to orgasm while the other relentlessly hammered her hypersensitive feet to deny it. The problem was, every time she got close Samantha would stop pleasuring her and go back to tickling her underarms, breasts, sides, and stomach. Nell was trapped in a cruel cycle of being brought to the edge of orgasm only to have it tickled away then brought to the edge again.
"HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The continuous tickling and sexual torture had reduced Nell to a wreck unable to even beg anymore. Tears of ticklish agony streamed down a face twisted into a rictus of forced mirth. By this point she'd learned to dread feeling like she was about to cum because it meant the tickles were about to get worse again.
When the sadistic pair finally did let her orgasm, they took a page out of their seniors' book to ruin it to the best of their ability. Fingers dug into her armpits and soles to hammer the point into poor, helpless Nell that no matter what evil games her tormentors decided to play, the only thing waiting for her was more ticklish agony.
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The torture didn't stop for several more hours. The closest thing Nell and Layla got to breaks was when the kidnappers had untied them briefly to strip them both naked. They were then both tied up side by side spread eagle between a pair of machines so not a single centimeter of flesh on their vulnerable bodies was safe from more tickles. The next several hours were passed by the kidnappers enjoying themselves tickle torturing both women without pause.
"Hands in the air, buddy. Nice and slow." Brandon felt something cold and metallic press against the back of his head. He ignored it. Scratching at the tender undersides of Nell's toes was too exhilarating for him to stop. "I said 'Hands in the air', motherfucker! Are you deaf or got a death wish!?"
"Man, this is some freaky shit."
The squad of Quicksand Company mercenaries all exchanged looks of bewilderment. Mr. Wright came running to management after Nell had failed to send a text confirming their safe arrival at Layla's workplace. Finding Layla's car abandoned in the middle of the street with windows smashed in confirmed their worst fears. The team had done their best to track where the kidnappers had taken them, eventually leading to this factory after hours of painstaking investigation. After hearing what sounded like a pair of women's screams of laughter from outside they'd stormed in with guns drawn.
What made the scene in front of them truly surreal was that the kidnappers hadn't reacted to their intrusion at all. All they seemed to care about was continuing to tickle Nell and Layla. Even with mercenaries pressing guns to the back of their heads, they were ignoring it in favor of scrabbling their fingers across the girls' naked bodies to force them to laugh and scream.
"Okay, fuck this. Drag 'em off of 'em if you have to," said the squad leader. Following up on his own orders, his arms wrapped around under Brandon's armpits to forcibly pull him back. The moment he did so, the older man went limp in his arms like a puppet with cut strings. The squad leader looked back and forth between the man in his arms and the rest of the kidnappers who continued to abuse Nell and Layla's worst spots with wild abandon like none of them were even there.
"What the fuck is going on here?" was all he could think to ask.
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"And how do these 'pretty stones' heal you exactly?" The question had come from a big breasted woman with long dirty blonde hair who'd emerged from the crowd.
Taliah deftly picked out a stone from one of the boxes. "See this? Pretty stone! Pretty like pretty woman!" Her potential customer didn't even bat an eyelash at the compliment. She continued on. "When you see pretty thing you think to self 'Yes, that is pretty!' and then you feel happy. That is power of healing stones. Look at pretty things and your mind is healed!"
"I can't argue with that logic." Her salespitch succeeded in drawing a grin out of the blonde. The woman reached behind her neck to take off her necklace and presented it to her. It was a fairly simple metal construction containing a teardrop amethyst inlaid in the pendant. "Someone told me you sold them this. Care to explain to me how it works?"
"Ah." A hand reached out to gingerly accept the necklace like it was a holy relic. "This one is different. This is magic. Real magic of heart and protection."
The big breasted blonde scoffed. "Yeah right. That thing didn't do jack squat to help. We still went through hell anyways."
"Would you have wanted the other options?" Noticing the woman's confused expression she explained further. "Hatred is hatred as water is water. This magic is like dam for human heart. Dam does not make water vanish. It changes its course."
"So it can't stop someone from trying to hurt you, only change how they go about it."
"Yes. Though you should ask wizard who did it if you want to know more. I sell pretty stones, not magic. Magic is too dangerous for my rickety little shop."
Taliah handed the necklace back. A $10 bill was placed on the table as payment. One of Taliah's hands picked out some of her nicer stones and gave them to the woman before accepting the money.
"Thank you for business!" She watched the blonde woman vanish into the crowd before getting back to work. "Pretty stones! Buy pretty stones now and be healed!"
“Are you here, Nell?”
Nell was caught off guard hearing the demure voice calling for her. Letting herself fall back down from her sit up she saw a young woman wearing a simple white blouse over a black pleated miniskirt and matching nylons walk into the room upside down. To be more precise, she only looked that way because Nell herself was hanging upside down from a pull up bar by her knees. She was just about to greet the woman when something fell in front of her face blocking her vision.
“Oh fuckin’ hell,” she muttered under her breath in annoyance. Despite her precautions to keep her loose t-shirt tucked into her gym shorts, it had slipped free at the most inopportune moment possible. The offending fabric was pushed back into place before letting herself down from the bar.
Nell Fisher was a mercenary under the employ of Quicksand Company. Boasting a beautiful face, long straight dirty blonde hair that nearly reached the small of her back, D-cup breasts, standing at 5’5” (165 cm) with long toned legs, and not having an ounce of excess fat on her body without being too muscular, Nell could pass as a reasonably in shape civilian if she wanted to. Combine that with her more amiable nature and she fulfilled a rather specific niche at Quicksand Company as a bodyguard who could blend in with the crowd, perfect for clients who wanted a security detail without the awkwardness of being followed around by a veritable mountain of muscle who glowered at anybody who got too close.
“See something you like, miss?” Nell couldn’t stop herself from teasing the girl a little after her feet were firmly on the ground. Layla, the young woman who’d come looking for her, had a slight blush gracing her cheeks as she appeared to have suddenly taken a keen interest in the nearby rowing machine.
Layla flinched at her words, but recovered quickly. “It’s a nice machine. I guess you’re supposed to… sit on the seat and pull the handles?”
“And push with your legs at the same time. It’s a full body workout.” Nell decided to let her off the hook. To her, the fact that the girl got so flustered over having caught a glimpse of her black sports bra was cute in its own way.
Layla Wright was the client’s daughter and the woman Nell had been hired to protect. According to the file Nell had been provided she was 25-years-old, 5’1” (155 cm), black hair that stopped just shy of her shoulders, and while her weight curiously had an ink stain blotting it out, by eyeball estimate she couldn’t have been over 100 lbs (45 kg) in total. In general the best way Nell could think to describe her was “svelte”. Layla was thin from top to bottom with a slim face, A-cup breasts, tight waist, slim hips, and noodle thin limbs. Mr. Wright had insisted she needed a live-in bodyguard while they investigated a stalker who’d harassed her over the past couple weeks. Nell was the obvious choice for the job. She was now staying in a guest room at the Wright family house across the hall from Layla’s bedroom, and as a side bonus had been granted access to the father’s home gym while she was there.
“Did you need something, miss?” Nell asked after the conversation petered out.
“Oh, yes!” Layla came back to her senses with a start. She held out something clutched in her hand. It was a simple metal necklace with a teardrop shaped amethyst inlaid into the pendant. “I wanted to give you this.”
“Thank you very much, miss, but I can’t accept this. Company policy.”
“Please, I want you to have it. The crystal is filled with really powerful chakra. It’ll protect you!”
‘Oh, she’s one of those.’ Nell had to fight to keep her smile from twitching at the realization. She’d never had much patience for all of that natural energy nonsense. Healing crystals, chakra energies, blood type personalities… All of it struck her as hopelessly naive at best and flirting dangerously close to cult-like faith at worst.
“Please? It’d help put my mind at ease if you wore it…”
Regardless of Nell’s best efforts to keep her face neutral, her hesitation hadn’t gone unnoticed. She caved. Watching the girl practically beg her to take it made her feel like an asshole. “...if you insist.” Taking the necklace from the girl’s hands, she secured it around her neck. ‘As long as I return it at the end of the job everything should be fine,’ she mentally consoled herself.
Watching Layla’s expression brighten after she put it on just made her feel more awkward. She needed to change the subject. “We’ll be heading out in half an hour. Are you ready to go?”
“Yep!”
“Good. I’m taking a shower to rinse off and get changed. I’ll be back in a bit.”
After a 5 minute shower Nell changed into a designer long sleeved black and white shirt and black trousers. The shirt wasn’t quite long enough to fully cover her stomach leaving a small strip of skin between her navel and waistline visible. Her sports bra and underwear got changed out for a matching royal purple set. None of that was exactly professional looking per se, but then again that was the point. The job this time around was to pose as Layla’s friend visiting from out of town while they were out of the house. The only problem the outfit posed was that the entire ensemble hugged her figure too nicely to hide a gun anywhere. She ended up throwing on a pair of black boots and a boot holster for her pistol.
“Miss, it’s still a bit early, but do you want to head out now?” asked Nell, strolling into the kitchen. Layla looked up from scrolling on her phone at the dining table and nodded.
Just because she had a stalker didn’t mean Layla could afford to take infinite time off from her job. From what Nell understood, Layla worked as a technician at a manufacturing plant a half hour’s drive down the freeway from here. Asking for additional details had gotten her an explanation with so many technical terms and unexplained abbreviations it’d left Nell more confused than before, so she’d ended up writing it off as probably not related to the job.
Nell sent a “Heading to work” status update to Mr. Wright while sliding into the driver’s seat of Layla’s car and Layla took the passenger’s side. Following Layla’s directions out of the neighborhood, they headed for the nearest freeway entrance. They’d barely managed to travel a couple streets before she needed to hit the breaks. The road in front of them was blocked off by “Road Closure” fences painted in white and orange erected across the street and several cars parked along the side of the road. Several people were milling around an open manhole cover in the middle of the street.
“I didn’t realize they were doing sewage work on this street,” said Layla.
A young man in his mid-20s wearing a safety vest and hard hat hurried over to them. Nell obligingly rolled down the window to talk to him. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Road’s closed. You’ll have to find another way.”
“That’s fine. Sorry for the trouble.”
The young man’s eyes swept over Nell and came to a rest on Layla. Before Nell had enough time to so much as put the car into reverse, he stood up and used his thumb and middle finger to blow a shrill whistle. Seconds later, the two girls heard car engines start up around them.
“Oh FUCKING HELL!” Nell shouted, realizing what was going on. She ducked down to get her pistol out of her boot, but she was interrupted by the car unexpectedly lurching forward. One of the cars had slammed into them from behind. The blow caused Nell’s head to smack against the wheel, temporarily stunning her.
“What’s going on!?” Layla shouted in a panic.
The young man had beaten a prompt retreat to make room for a truck to take his place. A loud screeching sound filled the air as its front ground into the side of Layla’s car to pin the driver’s side door shut.
“Nell, help!” Nell heard Layla scream beside her. A man and woman, two of the people who’d been around the open manhole, had approached on the passenger’s side. There was a crash from the window getting smashed in followed swiftly by screaming as Layla was dragged out of the car.
“Fuckers!” Nell shouted. Having recovered enough to retrieve her gun, she leveled it at the people dragging Layla away. Unfortunately, the battle had already been decided. A second woman had clambered out of the truck. Nell had just enough time to realize that the newcomer had pointed a taser at her through the open window before the woman pulled the trigger. Her scream of pain echoed through the street feeling the electric current course through her.
The current wasn’t quite enough to knock Nell out, but it did leave her too incapacitated to put up the faintest struggle anymore. She was only vaguely aware of getting dragged out of the car, getting blindfolded and gagged by strips of cloth as well as having her wrists and ankles bound by zip ties, and loaded into what felt like the back seat of a car. By the time she started to recover enough to become more aware a pair of people had taken her out of the car to carry her somewhere.
“Oof!” Nell grunted in pain when her captors suddenly dropped her. Feeling the cold stone under her cheek, she had the sinking feeling they’d literally just dropped her shoulder first onto the ground. With her arms bound behind her back she was left awkwardly squirming on the floor resting on her smarting shoulder.
As Nell tried to listen for anything that could tell her where she was, she silently cursed whoever was in charge of intel gathering for this mission. The briefing had been explicit Layla’s stalker was a singular older man in his 50s. If she’d known she was up against a coordinated group of people, maybe she could’ve done something to avoid blundering into such an obvious (in hindsight) trap. If she survived this she was gonna wring their necks for the slip up.
A pair of footsteps followed by a grunt of pain let Nell know that Layla had been deposited right in front of her. Any room for doubt was done away with by her blindfolded getting pulled off. A quick scan of the room from where she lay let her confirm Layla was similarly bound and gagged on the floor in front of her along with at least 5 others in the room. 2 were the women who’d helped in the ambush, one in their 20s and the other at least in her mid-30s. The other 3 were men, the 20-year-old who’d talked to them, a big muscular guy in his 40s, and an older man somewhere in his 50s who looked like a perfect match for the picture Nell had been provided of Layla’s stalker. They were situated in the middle of what looked like a factory floor surrounded by rows of complicated machines and workbenches.
“Hello there, Layla,” the oldest man said with a nasty smile. His wrinkly face, bald head, and bushy beard along with a three-piece suit that looked overdue for a trip to the dry cleaners gave the impression that he was some sort of businessman. “The name's Brandon. These fine ladies and gentlemen behind me are Samantha, Laura, Harvey, and Eugene. You may not know us, but we know your daddy."
"Are introductions really necessary? She's gonna die soon anyways," complained the younger of the two women, Samantha. She was fairly short, probably an inch or two shorter than Layla, and clad in a grunge band t-shirt and short shorts.
"Politeness costs us nothing, Samantha."
“We used to work in this factory. Then your father came along and took it all away from us. We lost everything we'd been working towards for years over the course of a single morning just so your old man could brag to his investors about how he was being proactive in generating more profit for the company," said Laura, getting the conversation back on track. In comparison to Samantha she was a little bit bigger with a fuller figure. A Formula 1 hat sat on top of her head over a simple leather jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans combo.
“And now we’re gonna get our revenge by taking away his everything from him: You,” Brandon finished. Everybody was leering down at Layla, obviously taking joy out of her terrified expression. Everybody, that is, except for Nell.
Nell was distracted at the moment by a tugging sensation around her neck. The necklace Layla had given her was moving. The amethyst inlaid in the pendant had begun to twitch just hard enough for her to feel it through the chain. A faint purple glow emitted from the gemstone that Nell was surprised nobody else seemed to notice.
“What about her? I don't remember anything in the plan about grabbing anybody other than his daughter,” said Harvey, motioning with his head towards Nell. Nell’s attention was pulled back to the conversation by everybody turning to look at her. Harvey towered over the rest of the group with noticeably defined muscles and a full beard that reached down to his chest. Incongruously for the occasion, he was dressed in his Sunday best of a well fitting button up shirt, dress pants, and a vest.
“Oh, she’s pretty hot so I decided to nab her too while we were at it,” said Eugene. This was the one who'd come up to talk to Nell and Layla at the roadwork. He still had on the construction worker outfit complete with safety vest and hard hat. Eugene was a little too distracted ogling Nell’s chest to notice Samantha roll her eyes and mutter something under her breath that looked suspiciously to Nell like “Men…”
“I didn’t sign up to kill a woman for the crime of getting hired by that old bastard. His daughter I can understand. She’s a step too far,” said Harvey.
Brandon shifted position to face Nell. Leaning forward, he undid the knot on her gag to allow the cloth to fall free from her mouth. "What do you say, Missy? This doesn't concern you. How much would it cost us to have you look the other way? Name a price. I'm certain we can come to an agreement we're both happy with."
"No thanks," Nell said curtly. "I can sympathize with why you're out for revenge, but frankly I don't give a damn. No amount of money is going to make me okay with the murder of an innocent girl just because you're mad at her father."
Samantha sighed with exasperation as she squatted in front of Nell. One hand reached forward to grip Nell's nose shut between her thumb and forefinger. No matter how the bound woman struggled, she couldn't shake free. "You're a fucking moron. Here we are giving you an out on a silver platter and you're too stuck on your stupid morals to take it." Her eyes were filled with disdain as she let go of Nell's nose. "Whatever. It's not my problem if you're a slut who wants to spend the rest of your life as this dumbass' fucktoy."
Nell's necklace was growing more energetic. Its glow was bright enough to be noticeable on the edge of her vision and the pendant was hopping off the ground like a bouncy ball from the amethyst violently shaking. The fact that nobody seemed to register it at all was getting Nell increasingly weirded out.
"So nobody's gonna mind then?" asked Eugene. He didn't even try to hide the naked lust in his eyes as he leered down at Nell.
"You're such a fucking pig."
Samantha's complaint went ignored in favor of taking a seat crosslegged next to her. Nell flinched seeing his hand reach forward, fully expecting to feel him grope her chest. Instead, a gasp escaped her lips when he reached past her breasts in favor of digging his fingers into where the top of her rib cage transitioned into her underarms.
"Tickle tickle!" he taunted in a singsong voice. Nell tried to jerk away, but his fingers followed to dig into the spot again and again. Of all the things she'd expected him to do to her, tickling her pits wasn't one of them. The little ticklish surges each touch elicited were enough to make her breath hitch.
"She seems quite sensitive," said Laura.
Nell's eyes frantically darted around. All of their captors were watching the scene unfold with amusement. Only Layla seemed surprised by what they were doing to her. First they made it clear they planned to kill Layla and have her raped, then they started tickling her? None of this made any sense!
That's when she noticed it. A faint purple tint had come over all of the kidnappers' eyes. The necklace Layla gave her now lay inert on the stone floor, its glow faded to its original dull shine.
"Tehehehe!" Any further thought on the matter was interrupted when a second hand suddenly joined in. Samantha had slipped her slim fingers into the space between Nell's arm and her armpits. The combined assault of Eugene's blunt fingertips digging into the bottom of her pits alongside Samantha's long fingernails gently scratching right next to them sent her into a giggling fit. Nell did her best to bury her face into her shoulder to stifle herself. More so than disliking that ticklish feeling, giggling like an airheaded schoolgirl from being tickled by strangers was humiliating.
Layla watched the entire scene play out in front of her with eyes wide. Her gaze flitted fearfully between watching her bodyguard get tickled and the three kidnappers who hadn't joined in. Her heart skipped a beat in fright when Brandon turned back to her. "Don't think we've forgotten about you," he said.
"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Layla shook her head and whimpered into the gag. The sadistic smiles on the kidnappers' faces were taking on a very different meaning she didn't like. Her body wiggled backwards across the floor trying to escape, but much like with Nell it was impossible for her to get away. Her struggles came to a halt when she felt her back bump into something. Looking up, she saw she'd squirmed right into Harvey's legs.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. A hand reached down to pinch Layla's side with a gentleness that belied how calloused his fingers were.
"Yihehehahahaha!" Layla had always been aware of how incredibly ticklish she was. Combine that with the fear caused by being kidnapped by people who intended to hurt her, the building tension from realizing she was about to be tickled, and the helplessness from being tied up, and she was practically a powderkeg primed to explode. That single pinch was all it took to make her squeal into her gag, her body lurching to escape the ticklish touch.
A tugging at her feet grabbed her attention. Layla's eyes widened in terror realizing Laura was pulling off her sneakers. "When someone says 'tickling' you just gotta think about feet, don't you?" she said. Somehow her smile managed to grow even crueler after the sneakers came off to reveal Layla's nylon-clad soles. "Such pretty feet and in sheer nylons too. They're just begging to be tickled!"
"Hehehahahaha! NohoHAHAHHAHA! Staaha ihihiHAHAHAHA!" A shriek filled the factory floor when Laura's long nails gently scratched across Layla's arches. Her legs kicked in an instinctual attempt to drive her tormentor away, but having her ankles zip tied together made it all too easy for Laura to simply put her ankles in a headlock before resuming her assault with her free hand.
To make matters worse, Brandon had joined in unannounced. A pair of hands had come in to poke and prod at her stomach through her blouse. Trying to squirm back just resulted in her back grinding against Harvey's legs. Layla was trapped between the two men double teaming her upper body, one tapping up and down the length of her side like he was playing a piano at the same time the other took advantage of the entirety of her stomach with pokes, strokes, and quick wiggling.
Nell wasn't faring any better under the tender ministrations of her own tormentors. Attempting to squirm away from the underarm tickling resulted in her rolling over to lie on her back with her arms trapped under her. Unfortunately, what she quickly discovered was that simply meant both of her tender pits were fair targets now.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Admit it. You're just a little slut who wants us to play with your body," taunted Samantha. Both of her hands had wormed their way in to wiggle inside Nell's armpits. Even worse than the tickling, which was admittedly horrible, was the feeling of helplessness. The way Nell's arms were bound behind her back meant she was just shy of being able to clamp her arms down to keep the fingers out. No matter how she tried to arch her shoulders forward, Samantha had just enough of the sensitive skin to play with to continue unimpeded. Being so close to protecting herself only to fall short was driving her to distraction.
"I'm not complaining. Look at those melons bounce!" Eugene had ceded playing with Nell's armpits in favor of taking advantage of how Nell's shirt didn't cover the bottom of her stomach between her bellybutton and trousers. His hands were darting everywhere scratching, poking, squeezing, and rubbing all over both of her sides, up high enough on her stomach to make Nell panic that one of those fingers could potentially slip into her bellybutton, then fake her out by instead going back down to play along the border of her pantyline.
"Stohohop! Cut it ohout yoUHEHEH FUHuckers! HOHOHOHOTIHIHIHAHAHAHAHA!" Nell had been reduced to howling with laughter and futilely squirming in place. Her ticklers' taunts were combining together to make her uncomfortably aware of how her struggling caused her chest to jiggle. The shame caused her to try holding still, but all that led to was her ticklers taking advantage of her lack of squirming to dig in more viciously. Inevitably the ticklish sensations caused her to reflexively buck her hips and thrash her upper body, once again causing her breasts to bounce for their viewing pleasure.
The three-pronged assault Layla was under left her perpetually caught by surprise. All three of her ticklers had begun changing techniques at a bewildering rate that would've left her guessing if they'd been alone. With all three of them doing it at once the results were too much for her to handle. Her focus getting dragged down to her feet by Laura scratching at a bad spot where her arches met her heels meant she was distracted from Harvey's calloused fingers suddenly goosing her hips, which in turn meant she wasn't paying attention to when Brandon started giving her tummy the most ticklish massage she'd ever had.
Layla was so desperate for a break from the tickles that she didn't think twice when Harvey stopped. She was just grateful that there were now 10 less fingers dancing over her body. It didn't occur to her that he could potentially be doing something to make her torment even worse until she felt him roughly grab her arms from behind. The zip ties were cut off so they could wrestle her arms above her head and secure them there with a length of rope leading to a nearby piece of heavy machinery. The process was then repeated with some help from Laura to bind her legs with ropes attached to the legs of a nearby rack that'd been riveted to the factory floor. Layla's face went scarlet with embarrassment over her predicament at the end. Her bondage forced her legs open quite wide with barely any slack to pull them closed, leaving a clear view up her miniskirt at her nylon-covered white panties.
Her tormentors weren't going to give her the luxury of an upskirt opportunity being her biggest concern at the moment though. "Mind if I join you?" Brandon asked Laura.
"Feel free!"
Layla's face went pale seeing both people take up position at her feet. "No! NO! NO!" she screamed into her gag. For both of her kidnappers, that was their signal to start. Layla's pleading transformed into throwing her head back to shriek with laughter when 4 sets of fingers made contact with her soles simultaneously. Brandon had settled on a strategy of using one hand to hold her toes back to allow the other hand to have free reign over her immobilized foot, gently prodding at the undersides of her toes, stroking her arches, and lightly scratching the balls of her feet. Reveling in being able to utilize all 10 of her fingers for tickling for the first time today, Laura was instead madly scrabbling her nails everywhere she could reach. Her victim being able to wiggle her foot out of the way didn't matter. What was important was getting all 10 fingers the maximum amount of contact time possible, not where exactly she tickled.
"Pleeahahaahah! PLEAHAHA! MAHAKE ih stOHOHOHAHA!" Layla screamed into her gag in between desperate peals of laughter. Her hands tugged at the ropes around her wrists with all her strength, but the heavy machine serving as an anchor refused to budge. A dull thudding sound intermingled with her laughter when her butt slammed against the ground multiple times in quick succession and she kicked her legs to fight off the ticklish sensations surging up through them from her feet. The struggling caused her blouse and miniskirt to ride up to completely expose her stomach and panties respectively, but she was too distracted by how badly it tickled to care.
"Not a chance," said Harvey with a smirk. Now that his job of upgrading her bondage was done he was eager to jump back into the fray. "This is our revenge! You're ours now and you're gonna stay ours for as long as we want!" One final bit of preparation he opted for was finishing the job of Layla's blouse riding up, pulling the fabric above her head and unclipping the simple white bra underneath to leave her upper body completely bare. Layla's laughter went up another octave from his fingers bouncing back and forth between her armpits and ribs, raking down the lengths of her pits interspersed with occasional stops to focus on the deepest parts of her hollows and prying into the fleshy gaps in between her rib cage. Occasionally he would give her pert A-cup breasts some attention by wiggling his fingers all over her chest in random patterns, causing her to shake her upper body as energetically as she could in an attempt to knock the tickly spiders off.
Inspired by the hell his friends were unleashing on Layla's feet, Eugene moved down to pull off Nell's boots and the socks underneath. He was now seated on her shins to rake his fingers up from her heels to the toes in long uninterrupted strokes. Nell shrieked in ticklish agony with every pass and wiggled her feet to deter him as long as she could. "That isn't helping you know," he teased. "My fingers are gonna keep coming back no matter what you do!" All Eugene had to do was wait for her to slow down a little before striking again, savoring how she was incapable of stopping him from doing whatever he wanted to her.
"Pleahahase stohohop! Please stop! Please stop! PleheAHAHSE STOHOPHOHOHOHEHEHEHE!" Nell's tough front crumbled under the relentless tickling. At this point she didn't care how much she had to beg if it got the tickles to stop.
"Wishing you'd taken our offer now? Well too bad! You just haaaaad to stick with your shitty ass morals, so now we're gonna do whatever we want with you!" Eugene wasn't the only one getting turned on from having power over Nell. Samantha wasn't able to hold herself back anymore. The purple tint in her eyes glowed stronger than ever before as she pulled up Nell's shirt and bra to leave her D-cup breasts bare. Leaning in, she lapped at Nell's unwillingly rock hard nipples with her tongue and gently nibbled with her teeth. One hand had also undone the zipper on Nell's trousers. That hand was now reaching into Nell's panties to gently scrape her nails around the pink lips of her sopping wet folds and throbbing clit.
Nell was completely beside herself. Getting tickled like this was causing everything to compound together. Having her privates toyed with wasn't just making her feel more helpless than ever, it was adding a sexual kick that made the ticklish sensations all the worse. Add on the fact that the girl's mouth and fingers on her breasts and pussy didn't feel good, they instead tickled like mad, and everything was coming together to push her to new levels of sensitivity to make every ticklish stroke forced on her helpless body unbearable.
"Sam… You…" Eugene had turned around to watch the display behind him with his mouth hung open in shock. He'd been carrying a small torch for Samantha ever since they'd met at new hire orientation. Seeing his crush take so much joy out of going to town on Nell's privates filled him with jealousy. Alongside that jealousy came a burning anger. The purple glow in his eyes grew brighter as he gave her feet everything he had. His fingers dove in to wiggle, poke, scratch, rub, and stroke the worst spots he could find on Nell's soles in the name of making the woman who had stolen his crush's attention from him suffer as much as he could manage. His intense assault counterbalanced Samantha's more sexual teasing to leave Nell howling with laughter, her body convulsing from the ticklish bolts of lightning shooting up her legs on their way to her brain.
"Noho moREHEHAHAHA! NO MOHOREHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Desperate pleading filled the air as Layla begged with everything she had. It tickled. It tickled more horribly than she had known possible. Her three tormentors hadn't given her a single break since retying her. At this point she'd been reduced to purely reacting to their every sadistic touch with laughter and screams.
To make matters worse, she was getting turned on. The tickling caused a tension to build inside of her that only grew as the torture continued. She'd spent the last several minutes being unintentionally edged by her tormentors, the tickling bringing her right on the cusp of an orgasm and with the same stroke preventing her from cumming. Her resulting higher sensitivity had made the tickling all the worse, which in turn brought her ever closer to the precipice of orgasm.
An inarticulate, blood-curdling scream filled the factory. Eventually Layla's body couldn't handle it anymore. The tickles pushed her into the biggest mindblowing orgasm she'd ever had. A stain formed on her panties and a puddle of her lovejuices pooled in between her legs as her body was racked with mind numbing pleasure.
But the scream hadn't been one of joy. It was laughter. None of Layla's ticklers had slowed down in the slightest to let her enjoy her climax. Their eyes all glowed purple as they viciously dug into her body, delighting in ruining her pleasure and taking advantage of the resulting heightened sensitivity to push her to the furthest depths of ticklish suffering as punishment for cumming. Layla's mind snapped under the torture. Her entire world was the tickling now. It overwhelmed everything until it was the only thing she was aware of anymore.
Nell was pushed over the edge soon after. An unofficial competition had broken out between Samantha and Eugene tormenting her, one which Samantha was unfortunately happy to lose. One toyed with her privates to bring her to orgasm while the other relentlessly hammered her hypersensitive feet to deny it. The problem was, every time she got close Samantha would stop pleasuring her and go back to tickling her underarms, breasts, sides, and stomach. Nell was trapped in a cruel cycle of being brought to the edge of orgasm only to have it tickled away then brought to the edge again.
"HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The continuous tickling and sexual torture had reduced Nell to a wreck unable to even beg anymore. Tears of ticklish agony streamed down a face twisted into a rictus of forced mirth. By this point she'd learned to dread feeling like she was about to cum because it meant the tickles were about to get worse again.
When the sadistic pair finally did let her orgasm, they took a page out of their seniors' book to ruin it to the best of their ability. Fingers dug into her armpits and soles to hammer the point into poor, helpless Nell that no matter what evil games her tormentors decided to play, the only thing waiting for her was more ticklish agony.
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The torture didn't stop for several more hours. The closest thing Nell and Layla got to breaks was when the kidnappers had untied them briefly to strip them both naked. They were then both tied up side by side spread eagle between a pair of machines so not a single centimeter of flesh on their vulnerable bodies was safe from more tickles. The next several hours were passed by the kidnappers enjoying themselves tickle torturing both women without pause.
"Hands in the air, buddy. Nice and slow." Brandon felt something cold and metallic press against the back of his head. He ignored it. Scratching at the tender undersides of Nell's toes was too exhilarating for him to stop. "I said 'Hands in the air', motherfucker! Are you deaf or got a death wish!?"
"Man, this is some freaky shit."
The squad of Quicksand Company mercenaries all exchanged looks of bewilderment. Mr. Wright came running to management after Nell had failed to send a text confirming their safe arrival at Layla's workplace. Finding Layla's car abandoned in the middle of the street with windows smashed in confirmed their worst fears. The team had done their best to track where the kidnappers had taken them, eventually leading to this factory after hours of painstaking investigation. After hearing what sounded like a pair of women's screams of laughter from outside they'd stormed in with guns drawn.
What made the scene in front of them truly surreal was that the kidnappers hadn't reacted to their intrusion at all. All they seemed to care about was continuing to tickle Nell and Layla. Even with mercenaries pressing guns to the back of their heads, they were ignoring it in favor of scrabbling their fingers across the girls' naked bodies to force them to laugh and scream.
"Okay, fuck this. Drag 'em off of 'em if you have to," said the squad leader. Following up on his own orders, his arms wrapped around under Brandon's armpits to forcibly pull him back. The moment he did so, the older man went limp in his arms like a puppet with cut strings. The squad leader looked back and forth between the man in his arms and the rest of the kidnappers who continued to abuse Nell and Layla's worst spots with wild abandon like none of them were even there.
"What the fuck is going on here?" was all he could think to ask.
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"Pretty stones! Pretty stones for sale!" Taliah happily shouted into the crowded street. In front of her was a folding table holding up boxes of multicolored rocks. Only a handful of people stopped to look over her wares and fewer still actually bought anything, but she wasn't about to let that get her spirits down. "Pretty stones have the power of healing! Buy now! Be healed!" she continued to shout.
"And how do these 'pretty stones' heal you exactly?" The question had come from a big breasted woman with long dirty blonde hair who'd emerged from the crowd.
Taliah deftly picked out a stone from one of the boxes. "See this? Pretty stone! Pretty like pretty woman!" Her potential customer didn't even bat an eyelash at the compliment. She continued on. "When you see pretty thing you think to self 'Yes, that is pretty!' and then you feel happy. That is power of healing stones. Look at pretty things and your mind is healed!"
"I can't argue with that logic." Her salespitch succeeded in drawing a grin out of the blonde. The woman reached behind her neck to take off her necklace and presented it to her. It was a fairly simple metal construction containing a teardrop amethyst inlaid in the pendant. "Someone told me you sold them this. Care to explain to me how it works?"
"Ah." A hand reached out to gingerly accept the necklace like it was a holy relic. "This one is different. This is magic. Real magic of heart and protection."
The big breasted blonde scoffed. "Yeah right. That thing didn't do jack squat to help. We still went through hell anyways."
"Would you have wanted the other options?" Noticing the woman's confused expression she explained further. "Hatred is hatred as water is water. This magic is like dam for human heart. Dam does not make water vanish. It changes its course."
"So it can't stop someone from trying to hurt you, only change how they go about it."
"Yes. Though you should ask wizard who did it if you want to know more. I sell pretty stones, not magic. Magic is too dangerous for my rickety little shop."
Taliah handed the necklace back. A $10 bill was placed on the table as payment. One of Taliah's hands picked out some of her nicer stones and gave them to the woman before accepting the money.
"Thank you for business!" She watched the blonde woman vanish into the crowd before getting back to work. "Pretty stones! Buy pretty stones now and be healed!"
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