REPOST: Tickling on the Road - by Kutyo (F/F and FF/F, adult) (Part 1 of 2)

[AdamSterling]

Tickling on the Road - by Kutyo ([email protected])

(originally found at the newsgroup alt.sex.fetish.tickling)

Part One of Two


Tammi's toes wriggled. Danni lifted the nail polish brush. "Hold still, Tammi. I can't do this if you keep moving around."

"Stop tickling, then!" Tammi said. "You know I hate it."

Danni pursed her lips. "I'm not tickling, I'm trying to put this nail polish on so you won't look like a weirdo when we stop in the next town. I wouldn't have to do it at all if *you* were any good at it."

"I can put my own toenail polish on, thank you."

"Yah, right. And your feet would look like a Rorschach done in passion pink. Now hold still."

Tammi stretched out her bare foot again, and her sister continued dabbing on the nail polish. She bit her lip hard to keep from giggling as the tiny soft brush teased the tips of her toes. When Danni was finally done, Tammi let out a long breath of relief.

Danni put the bottle of nail polish away and climbed into the driver seat. "You'd save me a lot of trouble if you'd just wear shoes," she said.

"I never asked you to do it for me."

"I won't be seen with a girl whose toes look like hell."

Tammi slipped into the passenger's seat. "Whatever. You just have to be in control of everything."

"Do not."

"Do so."

And they were off, back on the highway.

Danni and Tammi Arcadia were identical twin sisters. They were red-haired and freckle-faced, tall, voluptuous, and well-toned from daily aerobics. They had borrowed their friend Steve's van and were on their way up Highway Five to visit their cousin Becky. Becky lived in the tiny town of Decibug deep in the pine forests of Northern California.

Steve's van was a rolling home. It was old-style big, not new-style mini. There was a small refrigerator, a thirteen-inch TV, and Steve has even used his VISA Gold Card to get a new eighteen-inch satellite dish that gave the van, on good days, all the channels cable had. And, of course, there was a small but exceedingly comfortable bed in the back. Tammi had snoozed much of the trip away on it.

Now they were only an hour and a half from the turnoff. Another hour down a narrow but paved road, and they would be at Becky's.

Unfortunately, when Tammi wasn't sleeping, she was bored. Even the lush green of the forests palled after a while, and she'd forgotten to bring a book. "Well..." she muttered.

"Don't even start," Danni said. "Go back to sleep if you're gonna bitch."

"Fuck you. At least let me drive."

"We need to get there in one piece."

"Let me drive or I'll kill you."

"Now *that* scares me."

Tammi silently cursed herself. Danni knew her too well. She slumped back into the bucket seat and watched the road.

They went by a gas station and a diner, and about a mile later, a hitchhiker.

"Stop! Stop!" Tammi yelled.

"Way ahead of you!" Danni crushed the brake to the floorboard and the van fishtailed to a burning halt. Gears ground, and they backed up.

Tammi rolled her window down. "Hi. Need a ride?"

"Thank you!" said the hitcher.

Tammi scrambled around and slid open the side door. She offered her hand to help the hitcher up.

The hitchhiker undid and pulled off a red bandanna, liberating a wavy corona of deep chestnut hair that swirled around a dark-eyed, alabaster face with dimpled cheeks. She wore khaki shorts, sturdy walking shoes, and a short-sleeved safari shirt. She was shorter than the twins, with small perky breasts, full thighs, and the beginnings of a sunburn. She arched her back to pull the straps of her pack off her shoulders, and the twins' eyes locked on her titties as they pressed against the shirt.

"Thank you!" she said again. "I was hoping I wasn't going to have to walk all the way to Seattle."

Tammi smiled. Danni smiled from the driver's seat. "At your service," they said simultaneously.

"Oh, you're twins. How cute! You look exactly alike!" The hitcher smiled warmly, and the dimples deepened.

"My name's Tammi, and that's Danni." Tammi took her pack and put it on the bed.

"I'm Beth Cordova."

Tammi offered Beth the passenger seat but she shook her head. "No, no, you had shotgun. I'll just take the floor, here." She plopped down between the seats and tucked her pale legs under her.

Danni got them back on the road. She and her sister couldn't resist glancing at their new passenger. Beth Cordova was cuter than hell, with a bright expressive face and an endearing smile. "You're on your way to Seattle?" Danni asked.

"Uh huh." A perky nod made her hair flow like quicksilver. "I'm going up to see my family for Christmas."

"Hitchhiking's dangerous, you know," Danni said. "Don't you have a car?"

"Oh, no. I was gonna go up with a friend, but she canceled at the last minute. Mom's expecting me, and I can't disappoint her. I'm safe with you guys, aren't I?" She smiled, making four Arcadia nipples pop up hard and pebbly. She was apparently unaware of the effect she had on them. "Where're you guys headed?"

"Decibug, up by the Oregon border. Going to see a cousin of ours," said Tammi.

"Does she look like you, too?" Beth asked.

"A little, but not really," Danni said.

"You guys are so beautiful," said Beth. "I wish I had red hair and pretty green eyes."

"You're very cute, Beth," Tammi said. Danni flashed her a surprised look. Tammi normally was very shy. "Any girl would be happy to have your looks."

"You're sweet," Beth replied, briefly patting Tammi's knee. Tammi was in shorts, and the touch of her soft hand on her bare skin almost made her shiver.

"That's very nice nail polish, Tammi. It makes your toes look sexy."

"Thanks." Tammi wiggled her toes, imagining the feel Beth's tongue on them, licking

"I did the painting, actually," Danni said.

"Are your toes painted, too?"

"No," Danni answered. "Tammi's the one who's into toes."

Beth hugged her knees against her chest. "I could *never* have someone paint my toes like that. My feet are too ticklish."

A look filled with electric excitment went between the twins. "Oh, it's not that bad," Danni said, perfectly casual. Tammi loved the way Danni could instantly think up a line and go with it. "Tammi's ticklish too, and she holds perfectly still."

"Sure," Tammi said, following the lead. "It's no big deal."

"Well, maybe you could," Beth said, "but I know I couldn't. My toes are like the rest of me--too ticklish!"

"I bet if Tammi here were to paint your toes, you could hold still for it."

Tammi picked up the nail polish bottle and unscrewed the cap.

"Nope," said Beth. "I can't stand anyone touching my toes!"

"C'mon, Beth, gimme a foot." Tammi patted her lap.

Beth smiled innocently. "Well...but you don't know how ticklish I am."

"Just try. It'll give us something to do for the next couple of miles."

"I...well, okay. Just *don't* tickle!" Beth swung a leg up and nestled her foot in Tammi's lap.

Tammi untied her shoe and gently pulled it off. She rolled the thick cotton sock off, revealing a tiny white foot with nubbin toes. "You have adorable toes, Beth."

"Thank you," she said, blushing. "I think they're big and ugly."

"Nonsense! They're cute. Cuter than Danni's. Now you just keep them still, and we'll get them painted up for you." Tammi dipped the brush into the bottle and moved it toward her foot.

"Ooo!" Beth groaned, biting her lip and flexing her leg.

"I haven't even touched you yet!" Tammi said, laughing.

"It's gonna tickle! I know it!" She tried to pull her foot down, but Tammi grabbed her ankle.

"Just hold still," Tammi told her. Beth relented, but her toes wriggled for a few seconds in anxiety. Tammi waited for them to stop, then lightly dabbled the neatly-trimmed nail on her big toe.

Beth watched with big round eyes. Her toes quivered. "Caaareful," she said tightly. "Don't touch anything but the nail, oh-okay?"

Tammi smiled. Danni's attention flew between the road and Beth's toes. Tammi spread the pink polish over Beth's toenail, then carelessly let the brushtip run over the tip of the toe. Beth's knee bucked, and she shrieked. "Eee! Oh! You did that on purpose!"

"Did not." She dipped the brush again, and held it over the second toenail.

"No, that's enough."

"C'mon, you can't go around with just *one* painted nail. It's just a brush, Beth. Nothing to be afraid of." She started on the second nail, making sure the soft bristles swirled beyond the nail's edge to the pink skin on either side and on the tip of the toe.

Beth's breath caught and she clasped her thigh with both hands, trying to hold her foot still. She quickly realized that the more she wriggled her toes, the more they moved against the brush, and the more ticklish things got. As Tammi slowly--ever so slowly!--went from toe to toe, she clenched her eyes shut and tried to think about something else. *Anything* else.

It was hopeless. The brush was too much. A string of tight giggles escaped her lips, and she jerked her foot off Tammi's lap. Three of her five toes were painted. "I'm sorry, Tammi! I just can't hold still. I *told* you I was ticklish."

Tammi thought a moment. "You know, I think I've got something that'll help you hold still. Just wait a sec." As she climbed over Beth, she met Danni's eye. Being twins, they almost always knew what the other was thinking. Danni immediately knew what she was doing, and nodded slightly. Tammi went into the back of the van.

"I wonder what--" Beth started to say, watching her go.

"So Beth," Danni said, touching her shoulder, "are you from Seattle?"

Beth turned to look at Danni, rubbing her tingling toes. "Originally, but my family moved to LA a little after I was born. I lived there my whole life, until last year, when my boyfriend and I moved to Santa Cruz."

"Why didn't your boyfriend come with you?"

"He had to work. He's a computer programmer. He--oh!" Beth exclaimed when Tammi grabbed one of her wrists and bent it around behind her back. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you hold still, silly girl!" Tammi replied as she closed a pair of stainless-steel handcuffs around her wrist with a heavy click. She quickly caught hold of her other wrist, brought it around behind her back, and closed the cuffs around it as well. Click!

Beth wriggled and pulled against the cuffs. "Now, wait a minute, what's going on? Why'd you do that?" She wasn't angry, just confused. She looked up at Tammi, who seemed quite self-satisfied. "Let me go, okay?"

Tammi shook her head.

"Please?"

"Nope. C'mon." Tammi turned her toward the back of the van by her shoulders and pulled her toward the bed. Beth moved on her knees, teetering.

"What are you going to do? Let me go, okay? I don't--"

Tammi pushed her gently onto the bed. Beth worked herself into a sitting position, and watched as the redhead pulled a couple of scarves from an overnight bag. She tied one around Beth's half-painted foot at the ankle. Beth kicked. "Now, wait! Look, this isn't necessary! Why are you doing this?!"

Tammi sat on her ankles and went about tying them to the corners of the bed. Cuffed, there wasn't anything Beth could do to stop her. "Just relax, 'kay?" Tammi said soothingly. "Everything's gonna be fine. You said you couldn't hold still, so I'm gonna help you learn to hold still." Tammi paused in tying an ankle and looked at her. "Listen, I'll let you up if you really want, but think about it. Wouldn't you love to have pretty painted toes?"

"Well, yes, but--"

"Then the best thing would be to learn how to hold still so someone can paint them. Right?"

Beth hesitated. She *loved* how beatiful and sexy Tammi's toes were, and she had always hated her own. Everybody had said they were sexy, including her boyfriend, but she had never believed it. She really thought some polish like Tammi's would make them much nicer. But she was so ticklish... "Let's just try it again, okay? I mean, just let me up and we can try again--"

"Beth, the only way for you to learn how to stand painting is to go through it and learn to deal with how it feels. You might even get to like it."

"Like it? Oh, no, never! I'll never like being tickled. But..."

Tammi went back to tying her ankle. "But?"

"You toes are *so* pretty! I...I don't know--"

Tammi stood over her. Beth lay with her legs spread by her bound ankles, her back arched because her arms were trapped under her. She squirmed and found herself awkwardly trapped. "Just for a few minutes. I'll finish doing what I started and then we'll see. 'Kay?"

"I...well, maybe...you'll stop after doing that one foot? You *swear* you'll stop after that and let me up if I want?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, and all the rest. Promise."

"Well--if you promise. Okay."

Tammi smiled and caught the bottle when Danni tossed it over her shoulder. "Let's get started then." She sat down on the bed between Beth's feet and considered the bare, bound foot that awaited her. Her nipples were hard under her shirt, and she could feel warm moisture beginning to trickle down into her panties. Looking up, she saw Danni's eyes in the rearview mirror, saw her wink.

Tammi's back blocked Beth's view. She couldn't see exactly what Tammi was doing, but she soon felt the gossamer touch of the brush on the very tip of a toe, and jerked at the electric feelings it ignited. "Eeee! Hee hee! Be c-careful, Tammi!"

Tammi *was* being careful. She carefully spiralled the brushtip around the tip of her forth toe, then around the tiny ball, then in between that toe and the pinky. All the tootsies wriggled, splayed wide, then clenched together so hard the knuckles turned white. Beth spluttered, then giggled hard. "T-Tammi! Hee hee hee heeeee! St-stop! Are you d-doing this on p-purpose?!"

"Of course I am! I have to tickle you in order to teach you to stand tickling. Silly." She twirled the brush up and down the line of wriggling toes, going from the big toe to the pinky and back.

"St-stop! Hee hee hee hee eeeee! N-no more! Let me up! Hee hee hee hee hee!" Beth threw her head side to side, her hair flying in a rich brown swirl, eyes tightly shut. Her boobs strained against her hiking shirt.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Tammi said, running the brush up and down her instep. She left squiggly trails of passion pink all over Beth's toes and sole, until the brush went dry, and she kept brushing the pink foot, up and down, up and down. Beth burst into a nonstop stream of helpless giggles interrupted by hiccups. The hiccups grew worse and the giggles became desperate laughter when Tammi abandoned the brush and used her fingernails to titillate the sole, following the delicate wrinkles in the tender skin. A few seconds of fingernail tickling on one foot made her shriek.

Moving to the other foot, Tammi untied her shoe, pulled it off, and peeled the sock off. Still giggling, Beth felt the cool air on her newly-bared foot, looked down, and struggled until she was sitting up. "N-no, no! P-lease, stop! Don't tickle me anymore! Untie me!"

Tammi grinned at her, knelt at the end of the bed, and took her foot tight in her hands. "Such cute footsies! And so tickly! Tickly feet!" She gave each tootsie a hard, wet kiss. Her lips sealed around each one and sucked hard while her tongue flicked over them. She kissed each one twice, went to the other foot and did likewise, then returned to the first foot and took almost five minutes to suck its toes again, adding a brief nibble to each.

Beth tried to kick against the scarves, lost her balance, and fell back down. Her eyes rolled as her tortured nerve-endings felt Tammi's tongue and teeth tease them. "N-nooo! D-Danni, please, m-m-make her stop! She's *kissing* my feet! Oh, no no no! Hee hee hee heee--eeeeeeeeee!"

"She's just trying to help you, Beth," Danni replied.

Tammi began tickling again, scrubbing the bottom of first one foot, then the other, with the nails of both hands at the same time. She loved to watch the tiny rows of tootsies contort and twist, rubbing against each other like little frightened mice scurrying over one another to find cover. After about ten minutes, she stretched her arms apart and tickled both feet at once, driving a new round of breathless, heated laughter from the bound hitchhiker.

"Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--oh G-God--ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ahahahahahahaaa! St-st-s-s-ha ha ha ha ha ha ahahaheeeeeee!" Her feet wriggled in ticklish agony.

As she drove, Danni stole glances in the rearview mirror. A few minutes of Beth's helpless laughter was all it took to make Danni's clit swell so that its tiny tender head poked out of its protective sheath and rubbed against the front cotton panel of her panties. She adjusted herself in the seat and reached down into her shorts with her right hand, extending her forefinger to burrow through her curly pubic hair. She slid down into the moistening folds of her sensitive pussy lips, into the soft flesh of the opening of her love tunnel, and onto her clit. The tiny bud twitched under her finger, and she sighed. She began to rub, and her lower body filled with glowing warmth and the beginnings of an urge to pee.

After a few more miles, during which Tammi continued to torture their passenger, Danni was at the edge of orgasm, holding herself there because she didn't dare cum while she was driving or she'd probably wreck the van and kill them all. Being forced to listen to the laughter without taking part in the tickling was driving her crazy...

Finally, Danni couldn't stand it anymore. "Tammi! Let's switch, 'kay?"

"No way!" Tammi replied, playing pinchie-tag with Beth's pinky toe. She pinched it, making Beth wriggle it away helplessly, then made another pinching motion toward it without touching it. Beth tried to pull away again, whimpering and giggling at the same time. "I'm having too much fun, Sis!"

"C'mon. My turn."

"Nope! Beth's mine to play with."

Danni pulled over to the side of the highway and turned on the emergency blinkers. Leaving the engine running, she climbed out of the driver's seat and made her way back to the bed. "I *said,* my turn! I can't stand just listening to this."

"That's your problem. Mine is trying to make her pee in the next ten minutes." Tammi kept tickling the wildly flailing feet as she talked.

Danni pouted, irritated. "Well, I wanna make her pee, too! Be cool, Tammi."

Tammi smiled. "You just *hate* it when I don't do what you say, don't you? You're such a bossy bitch."

Danni glared, but softened. "Look, let me tickle her for a while, til we reach Williamsburg, then we can park and we can both tickle her."

"Capital idea, my girl!" Tammi said. She looked at Beth, whose eyes were streaming tears down her flushed cheeks. "How's that sound to you, Beth?"

Beth shook her head, horrified. "No! No, please! Pleeeze! I beg you, don't! Listen, just d-drop me off, okay? Or don't drop me off--just stop tickling me! Oh, PLEEEZE, stop tickling!"

Tammi got into the driver's seat. Danni got up on the bed and straddled Beth. The brown-eyed girl looked up at her, eyes pleading. Danni only smiled.

As the van got under way again, Danni started unbuttoning Beth's shirt. "You know, my sister's done an excellent job of getting you used to footsie tickling, but I'm afraid she's neglected your other ticklish spots. A girl's not just ticklish on her feet, now is she? You should learn to endure tickling all over."

Beth squirmed under her, twisting as Danni opened her top. She wore a petite-size sports bra underneath, and her perky titties were nestled in the no-lace cups. "Oh, good, front-closing style. Saves me the trouble of getting the scissors." Danni popped the catch and Beth's breasts lay exposed, nipples hard and puckered. "Ooo, looks like someone here *likes* being tied and tickled, hmm?"

"No, no, please...have mercy...this is torture..."

Danni lowered her hands slowly, fingers curved slighty. Beth bucked under her, trying to twist away from the descending nails. "No, oh, God, don't TOUCH me! Don't t-tickle--"

Danni's nails came down on both sides of her ribcage, just outside her naked breasts. Beth, giggly and giddy from all the tickling Tammi had already given her, giggled again even without Danni moving her fingers. Then, slowly and sensuously, she began moving them up toward her armpits, scratching in little circles along the bare, white skin. She could feel Beth's delicate, finely-sculpted ribs underneath, and felt them expand and contract spasmodically as she giggled. She spread her fingers wide and and squeezed her way up to her armpits and back down to her flanks.

Beth erupted in shrill, helpless laughter. She hadn't recovered from the torture Tammi had put her through, and now she was being tickled again--it was the cruelest thing anyone had ever done to her. She struggled desperately for the few seconds she had any strength, but soon her over-tired muscles and aching lungs collapsed into exhausted and undirected twitching. She tried to beg this wicked redhead to stop, to leave her alone, but every breath she managed to suck in exploded from her chest as screaming laughter.

"AH HA HA HA HAHAHAHAAA! Oh, no no no--HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! Stop! StAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA! HEE HEE EEEEEEEE! HAHAHHAHA HA HA HA HA HA!"

"What're you *doing* to her?" Tammi asked from the driver's seat. she couldn't quite see what was going on in the rearview mirror.

"Playing with her ribs! They're very tickly!" Danni kept it up for another ten minutes, squeezing Beth's ribs sharply and quickly, leaving bright red fingerprints on her skin. Beth tried to kick and twist, but she was too tightly tied to do anything.

Danni stopped, placed her elbows on either side of her captive, and put her chin in her hands. Her face was only a few inches from Beth's. "Hi, there," she said softly.

Beth opened her eyes. Tears glistened on her eyelashes. "P-pleeeze..." she breathed.

"You know, you're one of the most ticklish people I've ever met, and I'm not just saying that." Danni brushed a lock of hair from Beth's sweat-dampened forehead. She leaned down a little more and her lips touched Beth's.

At first Beth tried to pull back, but it was the first soothing touch these girls had given her. Danni raised her mouth, waited a moment, then kissed her again, and this time Beth kissed back. Her mouth opened to receive Danni's reaching tongue. Electricity passed between them, and Beth's clit swelled inside its roll of soft flesh and extended its tiny head from the moist folds of her pussy. She tasted Danni's mouth, and felt her hands cradle her face. The kiss ended wetly, and a wavering string of saliva briefly stretched between their mouths. It broke, leaving a moist lightning bolt that ran from Beth's lower lip down her chin and neck to the space between her boobs.

Beth tried to catch her breath. Her head spun. Danni smiled, green eyes alive with loving fire. "Cute girl," she said. "Cute Beth. Ticklish Beth!"

Beth's eyes went wide. She felt betrayed after such a nice, long kiss and the tenderness it had shown.

Danni scooted down, settled her butt squarely on Beth's crotch. Beth's soft pubic padding, felt even through their respective shorts, nestled luxuriously between her buttocks. Below her, Beth's pearlescent tummy lay exposed and defenseless. Her belly button was a perfectly round deep dimple, with a soft knot of flesh at its bottom.

Danni loved belly buttons. The sight of Beth's certainly ticklish navel waiting helplessly for a finger to titillate it made her warm pussy leak into her panties again. She rubbed herself against her prisoner.

Beth looked shocked. She'd never had another woman be attracted to her, at least none she had ever known about. The kiss had been one thing--but now Danni was rubbing her private places with her private places! "Danni, what are you doing--"

"Tickle tummy! Tickle your tummy!" Danni sang, fingers coming down and racing back and forth over her stomach. Beth's stomach never saw the sun, and so it was almost unbearably soft and hurtingly virgin. And it immediately quivered under her touch. She'd seen her sister's stomach vibrate in exactly the same way, just before she erupted in squealing hysteria. In seconds, Beth would do likewise. She tickled.

Beth had never been tickled on her tummy. For a few seconds, she thought she could contain her laughter and be silent in hopes that Danni would think she wasn't ticklish there and stop. But the new sensations of a beautiful girl's fingertips stroking her belly made her wriggle, then giggle, then laugh, no matter how she tried not to. She squealed, then laughed and struggled.

Danni started pinching. She took small nips of Beth-flesh and rolled them tightly between her thumbs and index fingers. Each pinch brought a new squeal, and the repetition of many pinches over the next fifteen minutes filled the humming van with constant forced hilarity, and made Beth break out in steamy sweat on her face, chest, and stomach. Her boobs jiggled, nipples hard, and strands of her hair stuck onto her forehead again. Her chest hurt from laughing so much, her wrists were raw from pulling on the handcuffs, and her thighs burned from struggling against the scarves. Her body was on fire with tickle torture. These girls who had such a short time ago seemed her saviors were now her tormentors.

She screamed new torture when Danni's teeth nibbled around her navel. Her supremely tender tummy skin was taken between Danni's incisors and squeezed while the tip of her tongue skated over her nerve endings. But her hands weren't idle while she explored Beth's stomach with her mouth. She scratched along her flanks, moving slowly up from her hips to the bottom of her ribs and back down, teasing her sides until she couldn't breathe.

Danni knew how to administer tickling so her captive wouldn't pass out. After all, she wanted Beth to laugh and wriggle for her, to throw her pretty head around and jiggle her boobies--not lay unconscious. She had learned through years of tickling Tammi to tell when a girl was about to lose consciousness. Whenever Beth's breath got silent and her eyes fluttered shut Danni stopped biting long enough for her to recover a little. She never let her rest for more than a minute though before resuming.

Driving, Tammi understood why her sister had insisted on having a turn at Beth. Her pussy had already drained enough lovejuice to soak through the crotch of her shorts. There were loud slurping sounds whenever she shifted her bottom on the leather seat. And her clit stood rigid and glowing, demanding orgasm. She was being tormented herself, trying to masturbate while keeping the van on the road. "Danni," she said.

"What? I'm busy."

"Leave some for me! Don't tickle her to death!"

Danni looked into Beth's liquid eyes. "We're nowhere near that, are we, Beth?"

Beth's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath while she had the chance. She couldn't answer. Danni grinned evilly and went back to eating her tummy. She centered her mouth on her belly button, sealed her lips down around it, and sucked it up into her mouth. Beth cried out, head going back, eyes clenching again. Danni's tongue slithered into the navel well, probing against the bumpy skin at the bottom. Her tongue filled her navel, her fingernails traveled her flanks, ribs, and back and forth over her titties, tickling, tickling, tickling.

"AHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA!! AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEEEEEEE--EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! N-n-no m-more! No m-more t-t-t-tickling!! NO M-MORE--I b-b-beg--HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAH HAH HAH! I--HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAAA!!" She felt the scratchy bump of each and every taste bud in her belly button.

Even while her stomach was tortured, the nails raking her sides and chest also threatened her sanity. It was worst when Danni scratched hard between the ribs a little way below her armpits--Beth went wild in her bondage, screaming helplessly. It was only slightly less terrible when the knowingly light-moving nails went around the cone of each breast, both hands skipping around and around a boob, moving in toward and then out from the throbbing nipple. First one breast, then the other. Soon both titties were covering with red scratch marks, and tingling with ticklishness.

Beth wished she'd pass out. Anything to give her any kind of respite from this torture. The only thing that stopped her laughter-filled screams was when Danni kept tickling for several minutes straight, robbing her of her breath. Then she fell into silent suffering, unable even to express how she was being put through ticklish hell.

Tammi's finger, deep inside her shorts and panties, whirled around on her pulsating clit, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Her heart pounded in her chest, her nipples throbbed against her top, and her head felt light. Passing the tract-housing suburbs of Williamsburg, Tammi came, drenching herself with hot bubbling pussy juice.

Her hands slipped from the wheel in orgasmic pleasure and the van swerved into the emergency lane. Danni rolled into one side of the van, while Beth's ankle bonds held her more or less still. "What the fuck are you doing, Tammi?" Danni said, "trying to get us killed?"

Tammi got control again through an orgasmic fog, lining up the left border of the windshield with the center line on the highway. "Sorree," she said.

"You all right?" Danni asked Beth.

Beth nodded, but looked a little scared. Danni sighed, shaking her head in disgust with her sister, and untied Beth's ankles. "Guess we'd better stop before my stupid-ass sister kills us. Here," she undid the scarves and helped her sit up.

"What about the cuffs?" Beth asked sheepishly, jingling them.

"Nope. You're still our prisoner, even if my sister can't drive--"

"Shut up," Tammi said breathlessly.

"--so we have to keep you under control. You didn't think we were finished tickling you, did you?! We're just beginning, Bethie-wethie."

"'Bethie-wethie'?" Tammi muttered. God, how cutsie-wutsie can we get, Danni? she asked silently

"Please, stop this, Danni!" Beth begged. "Just stop! What'd I do to you?"

"You told us you were ticklish. Tammi, stop at that Safeway on Main Street, 'kay? It's the closest place, and I want to park before you roll the van."

"Very fuckin' funny, Sis," Tammi said, leaving the freeway.

Danni looked at Beth. "We'll just get off the road for a while, get something to eat, and continue your education."

"'Education'? Oh, God, no--"

"A tickling education! You still have much to learn about dealing with tickling, Beth. And me and my sister are just the girls to be your teachers. Just think of us as a couple of Yodas with long fingernails."

Danni wriggled her fingers at her, and Beth yelped. "Please..."

Beth struggled against her bonds, tugging at her wrists and ankles, but the soft silk rope the twins had tied her with held her tight on the little bed. They had pulled off her shorts and panties before tying her spread-eagled, and now she lay naked, alone in the van, while they went shopping.

Beth had hitched a ride from the two beautiful redheaded girls, hoping to get a little closer to her mom in Seattle for the holidays. Little had she realized they how incredibly cruel and heartless the twins really were--not until Tammi had handcuffed her, tied her down on the bed in the back of the van, and subjected her to over an hour of nonstop tickling. Tammi had tickled her feet until Beth was sure she was going to go insane. Then Danni had then taken her turn, torturing her by tickling her ribs and tummy for another hour. Beth didn't know how she had survived.

Now, upon reaching the tiny freeway town of Williamsburg, about an hour from the Oregon border, the twins had pulled into the parking lot of a Safeway, tied her again and gagged her, and left her alone. Danni had said something about "getting some things to play with."

At least they had pulled the curtains shut, closing off the back of the van from the driver's cabin and the windshield. Curtains covered the rear windows. Beth lay, helpless and silent in a dark van, naked and awaiting a fate at the hands of merciless girls who seemed to want nothing more than to make her scream with tortured laughter.

She didn't know who these girls were, but they were unbelievably mean to do this to her. If she didn't find a way to get away from them, they would drive her mad with their horrible little games.

After almost half an hour, the side door suddenly slid back, bathing the van's interior with bright sunlight, and Danni and Tammi climbed back in, bearing paper bags. Danni closed the door and turned on the dome light, and Tammi sat down on the bed, hip nestled against Beth's bare flank. "Hi, Beth! Miss us?"

Beth tried to speak through the balled up bandanna that was held in her mouth with electrical tape. "Mmm! Mmm--hmm?" Please, let me go!

"Look at all the cool stuff we've got to play with," Tammi said, spilling the bag on the bed. "We got us a nice big brush with plastic bristles, a bag of ice, and a six-pack of really cold Pepsi." She held each thing up for Beth to see, and the bound girl's brown eyes turned even more pleading.

"If we run out of stuff to do with those," Danni said, opening a Nylon overnight bag, "we've got the old standbys." She pulled out a couple of shimmering peacock plumes and a featherduster.

Tammi packed the Pepsi and the ice away in an Styrofoam ice chest, then looked down at their captive. "This is SO great having you here with us, Beth. Just you and us, and we can play all kinds of fun games!"

"And you were bitching about the trip being boring," Danni said.

"That was before we met Beth!"

Tammi leaned down and kissed Beth on the tip of her nose, soft lips tasting her salty skin. Another kiss on the forehead, and a few more on her cheeks. Beth nipples, which had softened during her time alone, popped up again, pebbly and puckered. These girls were so nice and sweet when they weren't tickling--Beth found herself wanting them like she'd wanted no one in her life--but every tenderness they showed was always followed by torment...

Tammi's warm and wet mouth worked its way down her neck to the hollow between her collarbones. Her lips sucked at it while her tongue flicked against it. Beth tightened, arms going rigid over her head, and she giggled into the gag. The harder Tammi sucked, the harder she giggled, until she was squirming again, arms and legs twisting against their ropes.

While Tammi tasted their prisoner, Danni got back into the driver's seat and pulled the van out of the parking lot. She drove five or six miles down the freeway and pulled over again. She shut off the engine, climbed into the passenger compartment again, and drew the curtains.

By then, Beth's breasts were covered with Tammi's warm saliva, glistening in the white dome light. Tammi's pursed lips encircled a taut nipple and caressed the little bud of tender flesh, and Beth moaned through her gag, rolling her head and jerking her hips. Looking closely, Danni could see the hard nubbin of her clitty, almost glowing the color of red wine, pulsing amid her pubic curls.

"I got an idea. Let's shave her so we can play with her clitty easier." Danni dug into her vanity case and brought out a lady's leg razor and a can of feminine shaving gel.

Flushed with arousal, Beth's face jerked up and her eyes went from steamy to imploring. "Oh, Beth, do you wanna say something? Hm? Here, we can take this off now that we're not in the parking lot." Danni gently peeled the tape off and pulled the bandanna, moist with Beth's own saliva, out of her mouth.

"P-please, don't shave me!" she said breathlessly, even as Tammi's mouth glided over to her other nipple and sucked it. "Don't, I-I've never been shaved, and I don't want to be! Just let me up, right now! Eeep!" She squealed when Tammi nipped her nipple with her teeth. Not hard, but firmly. She rolled it lightly between her incisors, stretched it, then let go. Beth's eyes rolled back, and she sighed. She'd never felt another woman's mouth on her breasts and nipples. Her body was on fire with new sensations, new feelings, new nerve endings she had never known were there. If only they wouldn't tickle--

Danni released a glossy green glob of shaving gel into her palm, popped the plastic cover off the razor with her thumb, and started spreading the gel over Beth's pubic hair. At first the bound girl jerked, then her hips rotated in tight, sensuous curves as Danni's hand worked the gel into a lather.

"Ohhhh--ohhhhhh! Oh, p-please, stop..." Beth breathed. "Hhhhh, ahhhhh, oooo! Oooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, that's feels sooo nice..."

Another squeal when Danni's fingers went over her upstanding clit. "Eeeee! Ohhhh, there, please, rub me! Rub me!"

"Not yet," Danni whispered, "that's for later." She gently placed the razor against Beth's white skin. "Now hold still." She started shaving.

Tammi's tongue continued teasing her nipples, making it extremely difficult for her to hold still. Finally, taking some kind of pity on her, Tammi's mouth met Beth's own, and their tongues rubbed on each other. She still squirmed, wanting to take the freckle-faced redhead in her arms and hold her tight, but at least she was leaving her nipples alone. Danni shaved her quick and skillfully, taking off the hair she'd had all her adult life, and soon the space between her thighs was alabaster-white, denuded.

Danni wiped the lather and hair away with the bandanna, and looked at Beth's pussy. Her lips were spread and swollen, and sweet-smelling lovejuice leaked from her pink core, releasing a nonstop flow down into the crevice between her full buttocks. There was already a sizeable stain on the mattress, and it was growing.

"And there it is!" Danni got down on her elbows looked close. Beth's tiny clit stood upright, raised out of its sheath like a throbbing lighthouse of sensuality. Danni blew on it, making it and its owner twitch. She did it again, then dribbled a little saliva on it, covering the aroused nubbin with warm spittle.

"I just looove playing with helpless little clitties! Hee hee! This is--"

Tammi raised her lips from Beth's "This is--"

"Sooo much FUN!!" they said together, and giggled wildly.

Beth could only groan, fearing what they would do to her next, just how they would threaten her sanity.

"Okay, here's the little game we're gonna play, Beth," Danni said. "Now listen carefully, 'cuz you have to play by the rules. 'Kay?"

Beth closed her eyes, but a sharp pinch on her tummy opened them again. "'Kay?" Danni repeated.

"Okay," Beth whined. "Please, just don't tickle--"

"We're gonna play a trivia game," Danni said.

"Ticklish trivia?" Tammi asked.

"Yup."

"Cool!"

"Oh, God, no--"

"Here's how we play," Danni went on. "You're the contestant, Beth, and we ask you trivia questions. The first ones are pretty easy, but they get harder. If you answer right, then Tammi here gets to lick your clitty for a while. Maybe you'll cum, maybe you won't, but that's up to her."

Tammi smiled at her. Beth liked the sound of that.

"But if you get the answer wrong, then she gets to tickle you for fifteen minutes. She'll tickle you nonstop, for the full time, and if you do something naughty like faint, then she'll stop, and when you wake up, the fifteen minutes starts all over again. 'Kay?"

Beth didn't like the sound of that. "Wait! Don't do this! It's torture, don't you know that?! You're so mean to do this!"

"Relax, Beth," Tammi said, stroking her hair. "It's only tickling. It's not like we're *hurting* you. We'd never do that."

"But, but, but--"

"Now, we have rules we have to follow, too," Danni said. "We have to tickle you in alphabetical order. The first time you get an answer wrong, we'll tickle your armpits. The second time you get one wrong, it's your belly button."

"Then your boobies," Tammi said. "And then your navel--"

"But belly buttons and navels are the same thing!" Beth cried. "You'll be tickling my belly button twice! Oh, God, don't!"

"After that, your ribs, and then your titties!"

"No! Boobies and titties are the same! This is just an excuse to tickle me, isn't it? Pleeeze, just let me up!"

"And lastly, if you miss our jackpot question," said Danni, "we'll tickle your feet for an hour."

"Don't worry, Beth," Tammi said. "It'll be fun, and the questions aren't hard at all. Just try your best. It's all we can ask."

Danni handed Tammi the hairbrush with the plastic bristles. Tammi climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Beth. She looked at her upstretched arms, pale and slender, and her gaze went slowly down to her open and vulnerable underarms. White and smooth, they waited for her and her brush, as did the rest of Beth's helpless body.

"Let's begin." Danni pulled out a stack of three-by-five cards, peeled the rubber band off it, and held up the first card. This was a game she had played with Tammi more than once, when she had managed to get her sister into bondage. "First question: how many jade elephants does Danni Arcadia have in her collection?"

"What? What kind of question is that?" Beth wriggled in her bonds. "That's not even fair! How can I know how many jade elephants you have? I've never even *seen* a jade elephant!"

Danni shook her head sadly. "Too bad. Missing the first question is a bad sign. But, look, it's a real, honest-to-God question." She held the card out for her to see. The question was handwritten. "Tammi?"

Tammi placed the plastic bristles against the inside of Beth's elbow and massaged the brush in a little circle, pressing the tiny knobs into her soft flesh. Beth squirmed, her arm tensing against the rope around her wrist. "No, no, oh, please--"

The bristles left her elbow and went slowly down the gentle curve of her bicep, over the bulge of her bunched-up shoulder, and down into her open armpit. Beth yelped. Tammi smiled, delighted with such a spirited initial reaction, and pushed the bristles deep into Beth's skin and scrubbed them around.

Beth erupted once more into a tirade of helpless squealing and laughter. "Heee heee heee! Ohohoh--ahah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! D-don't d-d-do that! Tahahmmmeeee!"

Danni touched a button on her Ironwoman Triathlon watch. "'Kay, fifteen minutes. Go!"

Tammi scrubbed her armpit long and hard, making it red and warm with scratch marks, and, of course, tickling Beth half to death. She made circles for a while, then figure-eights, tracing the outline of the underarm before streaking the brush through its center, while always drove a squeal from their captive's undulating chest. But she soon learned what really drove Beth crazy.

She started making brush-strokes, as if she were brushing hair, up and down through the armpit. Each upstroke, applied with just enough pressure to make the bristles bend a little, left subtle pink marks in its wake, and made Beth scream and buck on the bed. A few minutes of such brushing, and perspiration began dribbling into the armpit. Tammi brushed it all around, and occasionally took the time to run a finger through the underarm. Then, while she brushed, she sniffed her fingertip, and licked it clean. "She smells so good, Danni. All hot and excited! Koochie, koochie, Beth! Koochie, koochie, koo!"

Danni told her she had five minutes left, so Tammi leaned across Beth to do her other underarm. She started with the circles again, and while she still laughed terribly, it didn't tickle like the brush-strokes had. Beth almost felt as if she could stand it. But then, just as she felt she could maybe regain some part of her shaking sanity, Tammi started the brush-strokes again, and she exploded into wild screams again. Tammi went hard and fast, and even let the brush slid down onto her ribs at the bottom of each downstroke.

"Now, now, Tammi, remember the rules. We're just tickling her armpits, right now."

"Party pooper."

"Well, sometimes." Danni giggled, then checked her watch. "Time's up, anyway. Let's go on." She slipped the card onto the bottom of the thick deck.

Tammi reluctantly stopped, and put the brush down. Beth went slack in her bonds, her face flushed and sparkling with sweat. Tammi put the brush down bounced on her knees, waiting for the next question. She loved this game--as long as she wasn't the contestant.

"Second question: How many freckles does Tammi Arcadia have?"

Beth opened her eyes. "I--I don't know! How can I know that?"

"You could count them," Danni suggested.

Beth's heart soared with hope. Tammi obligingly turned her freckled face toward her, and she counted like crazy, not knowing how much time Danni would give her. Tammi smiled as she did so. "Forty-three!" Beth announced. "Forty-three. I got it right!"

"No, I'm afraid not, Beth. Tammi has four hundred and thirty-six freckles."

"No! I counted, Danni! Come on, be nice!"

"I asked you how many freckles she had, and I didn't say just on her face. She's got freckles on her shoulders and arms and boobies! Not to mention her knees and toes. Nope, sorry, you lose."

"But I can't see all her freckles! Not through her clothes! Oh, goddam you two! You're both the cruelest girls I've ever met!"

Tammi shucked her top and bra, leaving her full breasts bare. "There, that better? Now you can count them while I tickle." Tammi brought the bag of ice out of the ice chest, opened it, and took handful of ice cubes out. "Now, time for the belly button!"

"Please please pleeeeeze! Don't TOUCH my belly button! Tammi, please, just put that ice down and listen to me! LISTEN to me--EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Tammi had dropped the handful of ice on her bare stomach. The ice cubes hit and bounced, and most skittered down her sides to the mattress, while a few stayed on her tummy, and Tammi pushed them together on top of her navel. They burned her soft flesh, and seemed to freeze her delicate belly button when Tammi took one and popped it into the dimple. Beth bucked and succeeded in knocking the rest of them off her belly.

Tammi straddled her and sat down on her naked hips to pin her to the bed. She collected the ice cubes again and put them on her tummy, making sure the one was still firmly lodged in her navel. Beth giggled, and Tammi took the cue and wiggled the cube around inside her navel, pushing it against the spongy walls and poking it down against the rumpled skin at the bottom.

"Ooooohhh, take them away! Oh, pleeeze, that's cold! Cold--ahhhhhhhhhhh-hah ha ha! Tammmeeeee! Take it out of m-my b-b-belly b-button! Hee hee--ahhhhhhhhh!"

Beth twisted, wailing and giggling. Tammi scooped up some more ice and packed it in around her flanks. Beth's tummy flushed with the cold, and twitched as she continued tormented the navel with the half-melted cube. When it got too small to be of any use, she got a new one, and probed in and around her belly button with it, finally using it as a tiny jackhammer against the fleshy navel knot, which made Beth howl.

"Five minutes," Danni said.

"'Kay." Tammi scooped the ice away from her tummy. Goosebumps layered upon each other all over the wriggling belly, highest around her navel. Tammi bent down and closed her lips around her belly button and let the ice cube drop into it. Then she blew bubbles around the cube, blowing hard and fast on the pink tummy. Beth gasped, hiccupped, and laughed horribly, and after five minutes of it, started coughing on her own lack of breath.

To Beth's eternal relief, Danni called time. Beth tried to catch her breath as Tammi cleaned the ice off the bed and Danni went on to the next question. "Question Number Three: How many orgasms did Tammi Arcadia give her sister Danni last night?"

Beth only shook her head, resigned. "I don't know. Three?"

Danni laughed. "That's funny. You're only one off. Four."

Tammi picked up a frilly featherduster and straddled her again. "You're not very good at this game, are you, Beth? Oh, well--here we go!" She lowered featherduster onto her left breast. Beth's back arched, and she squirmed, yanking on her trapped wrists, trying to somehow get away from the intolerably light and teasing feelings of the feathertips. But they came down onto her boobie and spread out, completely engulfing the petite cone and its swollen nipple. Beth held her breath and stayed still, trying not to make the feathers move against her skin.

Tammi grinned. "Don't move, Beth. If you do, the feathers will tickle you! Just stay perfectly still..." Of course, she didn't give her much of a respite but started turning the duster between her palms, making colorful plumes rotate on her breast. The ghostly filaments stroked her tingling, tortured flesh, and it started all over again. First the giggles, then the laughter. Helpless, forced laughter.

Tammi twirled the duster faster and faster, until the plumes were a blur hovering over the shaking, quivering tittie. She could see the nipple swelling even further and turning upward, puckering deep in the center. She stayed on that boob for about five minutes, then skated the duster across her slender cleavage to the other, and tickled it in like manner. Beth's toes pulled back and her fists balled as her tender titties were so mistreated, subjected to such unbearable torment. It was worse that anything they'd done to her so far. She screamed, but soon lost her breath again.

Deep inside, her spasming pelvic muscles pushed on her bladder, grown heavy and bloated with hours of bondage with no release. She felt, through the burning haze of tickle torture, the sudden need, but her mind crumbled into hysterical tatters before she could try to make the words to beg them to let her go pee. She laughed and laughed and laughed, as Tammi dusted her boobies. Her bladder sloshed around inside her, pushed and pushed on, striving to relieve itself. She clenched down hard, trying to keep everything closed.

Tammi, a long-time connoiseur of tickling, recognized what was going on. She knew that look of depserate concentration on Beth's face. "Danni! I think she's about to let go! How much time do I have left?"

"Seven minutes, thirty seconds."

"I can do it! I know I can!" She gripped the duster tight between her hands and spun it as fast as she could, slipping back and forth between the bouncing breasts, switching between them at irregular times so Beth wouldn't get used to the change. Her eyes rolled when they were open, but most of the time they were squeezed shut as she tried with all her dwindling might to keep her urethra closed. Screeching laughter filled the van, more than drowning out the noise of passing traffic.

"Danni--"

"Got it, Sis!" Danni crawled up to Beth's head and clamped her hand over her mouth, stopping the flow of laughter. Beth's torture immediately redoubled when she couldn't express it. Something inside her coiled, ready to spring and tear her apart. Her back arched off the bed, raising Tammi up, until only her shoulders and heels were still touching the mattress.

Then she broke. Unbearable torment sprang open inside her, and a fizzing, bubbly yellow stream erupted from under her clitty, arced through the air, and splashed the bed between her ankles. It spouted again and maintained, draining Beth of the Cokes she'd had before the twins had picked her up.

"Hooray! Yay for Beth!" they shouted together, and Tammi continued tickling as Danni watched the steaming stream pulse a few times, then waver and descend. It turned into a trickle that wetted Beth's pussy. Eventually the trickle stopped. Tammi tickled for the rest of her allotted time while Danni kept her hand over Beth's mouth.

When they stopped, Beth collapsed, going limp in her spread-eagle. The twins got off the bed and inspected the enormous wet spot between her legs. "Naughty, naughty," Danni said. "Bad girl, going pee-pee on our friend's bed."

"This is how she pays us back for giving her a ride."

"We'll have to punish her. But after the game."

"'Kay! Next question, Danni!"

Beth lay, exhausted, broken, sanity cracked by prolonged tickling. And there were still four questions to go.

Beth Cordova looked up with moist eyes at her captors. "In the name of humanity, please, stop this...you're killing me...I can't stand it...ohh, hhh, no m-more..."

"C'mon, Beth," said Danni, "it's all in fun."

"Yah," Tammi, put in, "it's just tickling!"

There was no help, no rescue for Beth. She was a plaything for a couple of girls who were certifiably insane. They had tickled her for hours, couching the whole thing in some ridiculous game where she had to answer trivia questions. But the answers were impossible, and each wrong answer earned her tickle torture.

After the featherdusting of her breasts--which had made her pee like a baby--Danni had asked, "What is Danni Arcadia's favorite position for sex?" Beth, whose conservative boyfriend only knew one position with himself on top, had answered, "Missionary--how the hell should I know?"

"Nope! I like bending over with my elbows on the kitchen counter while my guy takes me from behind. Nothing like it!"

Then had come fifteen more minutes of belly button tickling, which Tammi had administered with her fingernails. They'd put a couple of towels over the wet spot she'd made between her legs and Tammi had laid down, chin on her naked, shaved pubic mound. Then, as Beth watched helplessly, the redhead's long, passion-pink fingernails advanced up her lower belly to converge on her belly button. Tammi stretched her navel open between her thumb and forefinger and invaded it with the other index finger, probing and poking against the soft dimple, treating it to the most insanely ticklish sensations Beth had ever known.

Now, Beth lay in wait for her next agony. Danni asked, "Now listen carefully, this question has two parts: What size panties does Danni Arcadia wear, and what is her favorite thing to do with them?"

Beth looked betrayed. "I can't believe you girls expect me to answer these! Except that you don't, you just wanna tickle me!"

"Just *try* to answer the question Beth," Tammi encouraged, stroking a boobie that still tingled. Her fingers closed around the stubby nipple and rolled it.

Beth couldn't stand any more teasing. She'd been on the edge of orgasm for hours, clitty stiff, nipples ready to explode. She moaned, and tried to guess. "You--hhh--you look like you wear about a size medium."

"That's right! I wear mediums. Now, what's my favorite thing to do with them?"

Inspired by her first victory in this game of torture, Beth's mind raced. They're perverts, she thought. What kind of perverted things can someone do with a pair of panties? Think, think, and maybe they'll let me go!

Remembering the bandanna they'd used as a gag on her, Beth blurted, "You like to gag girls with them! You crumple them up and put them in their mouths!"

Danni looked surprised.

"Ha! I'm right! I'm right, aren't I? I am! Don't you deny it, Danni!"

Danni considered for a moment, then smiled. "You're absolutely right. Did you see the answer?"

"Yah, sure I did," Beth retorted, tugging at her ropes.

"Go ahead Tammi."

Tammi got down between her legs again. She lay her hands on Beth's widespread thighs and studied Beth's open and vulnerable pussy. "I'm glad you shaved her, Danni. Look at that little clitty, standing up all stiff and excited! It's just ready for someone to lick it, isn't it, Beth? Would you like me to lick your clitty? Hm?"

"Oh, don't tease me anymore! Pleeeze, just make me cum! It itches so much--"

Beth jerked as if shocked when the moist tip of Tammi's tongue grazed the swollen tip of her clitty. Her head went back and her back arched again, raising her hips up toward Tammi's mouth. Tammi pulled back, though, and applied only the lightest pressure on the twitching nubbin, teasing her tongue around in tiny circles on it. "Ahhh, hhhhhh, oh oh ohhhhhhh, please, harder, harder! Oh, suck it, suck it, PLEASE!"

Tammi didn't. As Danni kept one eye on her watch and the other on her sister and their prisoner, Tammi gently licked Beth's clit, rubbing her tongue over it in long, slow strokes. She tried to establish a slow, teasing rhythm to make her crazy, but her bucking hips made it impossible. "Danni? Hold her still, 'kay?"

Danni got on the bed and sat on her hips. "Oh, no, please, make me cum--" Beth begged.

Tammi hunched down and again played her tongue over the pleasure button, and this time Beth couldn't force it up toward her. Beth squirmed and struggled, but Danni's solid weight kept her down, and Tammi was free to flick her tongue against the bud for over ten minutes, stopping whenever Beth's squirms reached a crescendo or whenever her clitty pulsated too close to orgasm.

Tammi reveled in the scent of a moist and over-excited pussy. She ran her questing tongue down her lips, teasing the pink skin between pussy and anus, then went back up to dip it into the torrent of lovejuice that flowed from Beth's desire. She lapped it up, and tunneled her tongue into the pink pocket and felt it clasp her tongue tightly and ripple against it. She poked and prodded around for a few seconds, then pulled out and went back to the aching clit. Danni helpfully spread the folds of girlflesh back from it so her sister could lick it without trouble, and they kept Beth on the edge of orgasm for twenty minutes.

Beth had never been denied orgasm for so long, and she wasn't sure it was any less torture than tickling. She was breathless to cum, begging to cum, insane to cum. Every part of her, every nerve ending and every quivering cell in her body yearned for orgasmic release, strained to somehow let go the inner explosion of bright joy that came only at orgasm.

But Danni and Tammi weren't interested in making her cum. They were only interested in teasing her moist sex. After half an hour, they stopped, and Danni picked up the cards again while Tammi opened the ice chest. "'Kay, Beth, let's go on."

Beth bucked, trying to rub herself on anything--ANYTHING--to make herself cum, but it was futile. She rocked her hips back and forth, the urgently of orgasm making her thrash and causing a little drool to escape her mouth. "You are SOOO cruel! Oh, how can you do this?! I'm on the edge! Please, just one lick! Just one hard lick! One little touch? Please? Pleeeeeeze! Oh, God, this is driving me insane!" She flopped her head back and squirmed.

"The question is: How long do you have to tickle Tammi's ribs before she pees?"

"I'm not answering your stupid question! Let me up! Let me UP!"

"You do realize, of course, that if you don't answer, you lose by default. If you don't answer, we start tickling right away. First, the fifteen minutes for not getting the answer right, then the hour of tootsie tickling for losing the game."

"Why are you being so difficult, Beth?" Tammi asked. "You got the last one right. Just try."

"This is cruel..."

"How long do you have to tickle Tammi's ribs to make her pee?"

Beth made a silent vow to never hitchhike again. Danni was right, it *was* dangerous. "Five minutes," she said, too delirious with unfulfilled desire to think about it.

"Oh, and you're so close, too. It's four minutes. Four minutes of rib tickling, and Tammi makes like a fountain, just like you did!"

Tammi straddled, this time holding two cans of Pepsi from the ice chest. Moisture beaded on the cans, and pieces of ice still clung to them. Tammi held them gingerly with her fingertips, wincing. "Hang on, Beth, 'cuz here comes some nice liquid refreshment!" She lowered the cans and pressed them tight against either sides of Beth's ribcage.

"Aaaaaaaahhh! Nooo! Oh, it's too cold! Stop! Stahahahap!"

"Aluminum cans are great for giving cold ticklies," Tammi said. She rolled them along her ribs, starting just below her armpits and traveling down, pushing them in close so they bumped over each rib and pressed in tight between them. At any particularly sensitive spot, she rolled a can back and forth over that rib, popping it into and out of the soft space between that rib and the one above or below it. Again, Beth screamed the loudest about halfway down, just opposite her breasts.

By the time Tammi reached the end of her ribcage, the cans were warming up. Danni tossed her two more out of the ice chest, and she went back up, rolling over the cringing, defenseless ribs, leaving wide red, rectangular tracks of chilly flesh behind. Two more were needed when she started rolling faster, up and down her sides, fast enough that she could feel the Pepsi's fizzing bloating the cans.

"Here's something new that's never been tried," Tammi said. "Fizzie tickles!" She took one of the cans, shook it up good, turned it over and held it only an inch away from Beth's ribs.

Beth shook her head wildly. "No! No, don't--"

Tammi popped the can and a crackling, fizzling jet of ice-cold Pepsi spurted against her ribs with the force of a firehose. Beth screamed yet again, jerking in her bonds. "YAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! No, it's so cold! Hah ha ha ha ha ha--those bubbles! Hahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! P-p-please, wipe--wipe it off! Hee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeeee!"

Tammi poured the can of bubbly soda all over her side and watched the stuff fizz and pop as it ran down the curve of her ribs. Quickly, she shook up the other can and popped it open against the other side, and was rewarded with more laughter.

"What a wet, sticky mess," Tammi said. "I guess I'm gonna have to clean it up. Did I mention how much I love Pepsi?" She applied her tongue to her ribs, and in seconds Beth was in hysterics again, yanking on her tied limbs as Tammi skated her tongue through the Pepsi. She started licking up and down, going across her ribs, first with the tip of her tongue, then running it flat along the skin. She tasted Beth's sweat mixed in with the soda and lapped more energetically, loving the sweet taste of a helpless girl. She went over to the other side and licked it clean too, but this time went along the lengths of her ribs, and that made Beth even more shrill. New tears leaked from her eyes, and more spittle escaped her mouth.

"How much time do I have left, Danni?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to start timing. Let's just start over."

Beth heard the treachery but couldn't respond. Tammi's tongue was already licking again, twirling around her ribs in agonizing patterns, robbing her of breath.

Once her captive's chest and sides were clean, Tammi extended her fingers. "You know, Beth, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned fingernail tickling to clear the mind." Her nails came down in her armpits and started scratching. Before Danni could reprimand her, she tickled down onto her ribs and found that spot halfway down. She pinched and diddled that spot--*those* spots, one on either side--and Beth was delivered into a ticklish hell. Feeling Tammi's nails whirring over those two particular ribs was worse than anything they'd yet done to her, except for when Danni had tickled her feet. It was much worse than the featherdusting on her boobies. It tickled like nothing had ever tickled in her life, and Beth cried surrender, begged for death, wailed for anything to save her from another second of this torture.

"Oh, good, tickly ribs!" Tammi exclaimed. "I just looove tickly ribs!" Her fingers stayed on the magic spots, ministering to them without let up. She tapped her nails around the curves of her torso, staying between and on those two magic ribs, and watched Beth's face turn crimson.

"HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! HEE HEEEE HEEEE HEEE HEE HEE HEE! HAH HA--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HAH HAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! P-plee--EEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! T-T-T-Tam-TAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE! HAH HAH HAH HAH AH AH AH HA HA HA HA HA HAAA HAAA HAAAAAA!!"

Her bladder tried to turn itself inside-out, but it was nearly empty and only a few spurts of pee-pee came out of her urethra. They left several fresh stains on the damp towels between her legs.

Beth pounded the mattress with the back of her head, going into ticklish convulsions. Her kneecaps pulsated, pulling against her trapped ankles, and her toes wriggled frantically. Her breasts jiggled about on her chest, hard-nippled and flushed with excitment. When her eyes opened, only the whites showed. Tammi kept it up, tracing the outlines of her ribs, until suddenly the van was silent.

The twins looked. Beth's head rolled limply to one side, eyes closed, redden face blank. Her fists uncurled, and the tense muscles in her belly and thighs relaxed. Perspiration ran down from between her breasts, and she didn't twitch against it.

"Now look at what you did!" Danni said, putting the cards down. "You went and made her pass out." She gently pulled open an eyelid.

"It's not my fault. She's just too ticklish, that's all."

Danni looked at her sister. "Yah, well now we have to wait for her to wake up." Danni settled down on the ice chest.

"How long are we gonna keep her, Danni?"

"I don't know. We'll have to let her off at Marysville before we turn off the highway to go to Becky's."

"That's too bad. I really like her. She's so sensitive! And she laughs so loud!" Tammi rubbed Beth's tummy. The naked girl lay still. "I wish we could keep her a while longer. Hey, wait a minute. Let's take her Becky's with us!"

"I don't think so, Tammi. She's going to Seattle, not Becky's."

"We could keep her for the weekend, then let her go. She'd still get to Seattle okay. She was hitching, remember? It would've taken her days to reach Seattle. Another few two won't make any difference. We could even drive her back to the highway."

"C'mon, Tammi. We can't do that. She's got family she wants to see--hold it. We *could* do it, but we'd have to buy her a plane ticket."

"So she could fly up there?"

Danni brightened. "Yah! Listen, we take her to Becky's for the weekend, then we drive her up to Klamath Falls, and put her on a plane to Seattle! It'd *save* her time!"

"Where are we gonna get the money--"

"If you and I and Becky pitch in, it won't be that much. She'd thank us for it."

"And we'd get another two days of tickling her! Danni, you're a genius!"

"As always."

Beth moaned, and her eyes fluttered open. Tammi jumped on her again and put her nails on her ribs again. "It's about time you woke up! Time to continue!"

"Remember, the fifteen minutes starts all over again," Danni said.

Beth's eyes were still glazed with agonized ticklishness. "No...no, no more...just kill me! Anything...I'll do *anything* you want! Just d-don't tickle me anymore! Don't tickle! D-d-don't!! Ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Tammi ran her nails up and down her helpless torso, concentrating on the magic spots, but not staying on them long enough to make her faint again. She scratched light and quick, up to her armpits, then down to the halfway mark, stayed for almost a minute, tap-dancing her nails along the supersensitive ribs. Once Beth's screams went silent from lack of air, she continued down to the bottom edge of her spasming ribcage, took a few quick pinches on her tummy, then went back up to the magic spots for another minute or so. Beth's arms and legs flailed as far as their bonds allowed, and the van rocked with her struggles under rib tickling.

Unable to stand by any longer and merely play the questioner, Danni got down on her knees on one side of Beth and played her own nails along the girl's naked ribs. Tammi took the other side, and they tickled her together. Beth cried out in new torment when she suddenly felt twice as many fingers on her body, and new fire erupted along the sides of her chest.

Danni forgot to look at her watch, and they had their way with her for over half an hour before she remembered the time. By then Beth was out of her mind, frenzied on the bed between the twins, covered with sweat. Her hair was a wild mess around her head, locks stuck to her forehead and neck and cheeks, and she was flushed from her forehead all the way to down to her breasts. When Danni called time and they stopped, she thought she could actually see Beth's ragged heartbeat pounding against her sternum, between her boobies.

"Went a little long on that, sorry, Beth. I really have to start watching my watch. No harm done, right?"

Beth glared at her weakly with red, teary eyes. Tammi dipped a paper towel in the ice chest and used it to wipe the perspiration from her face. "How do you like our little game?" she asked.

"It's...cruel and inhuman," Beth said. "You make me wish I'd stayed home and not tried hitching a ride to Seattle."

"Last question," said Danni. "For the game, and for the chance to have us lick your clitty til you cum--"

"Careful, Beth," said Tammi. "This is the hardest one. But if you get it right, we'll give you the biggest orgasm you've ever had."

Big chance of that, Beth thought sourly.

"How many ounces of pussy juice came out of Tammi's pussy last night when Danni licked her off?"

Beth didn't say anything. She tried to steel herself for the coming torment.

Tammi poked her in the belly to make her open her eyes. "C'mon, Beth."

"Please...oh, pretty please--"

"If you don't answer the last question," Danni explained, "in addition to the hour of footsie tickling you get as a result of losing, you also get a penalty hour of rib tickling for being difficult. Now, just try to answer."

No escape. She was a captive, tortured plaything for them. She wondered what had happened in their shared childhood to make them like this--so cruel and unfeeling, willing to tickle someone *past* the point where tickling became torture... "Four ounces," she said.

Danni glanced over the card at Tammi. Tammi bit her lip. Danni's eyes moved in Beth's direction, and Tammi tossed the bandanna over Beth's face, covering her eyes. "Hey, what's that for?" Beth asked. She shook her head, trying to get it off.

Danni quickly erased the answer off the card and penciled in a new one. She nodded to Tammi, who then took the bandanna off Beth's face. "Sorry, girl," said Tammi, "how careless of me."

"Well, I'm sorry, Beth, but you were an ounce off. It was five ounces of delicious pussy juice that I licked up from my sister's vagina. You know, Beth, if you're very good, you might get a chance to taste it, too." Danni put the rubber band back on the card deck and dropped it in her purse. Then the twins knelt at the end of the bed, by her bare feet. "Too bad, Beth. You're not very good at trivia, are you?"

"Time for the final tickling!" Tammi said.

"Tootsie tickling!" Danni echoed. She opened the ice chest and put in between herself and her sister. They each picked up an ice cube and wrapped it in a paper towel with one end protruding.

Beth thrashed all over again, twisting and turning. "No! Oh, no no, PLEASE! Not my feet again! Don't touch my feet! Don't TOUCH my toes! I'll do anything you want, just don't tickle my feet! Oh, you'll kill me! I can't STAND it! I can't STAND anymore tickling! Please, let me go!"

"I love when they wriggle and squirm," Tammi said.

"It shows how ticklish they are," Danni replied. She raised her ice cube and held it near the wriggling toes of Beth's right foot. "Ready?"

"Ready!" Tammi's own ice cube hovered over Beth's left big toe, which shivered in fear.

Beth looked at them from between her breasts. Her thighs tensed and jerked helplessly against the ropes binding her bare feet to the corners of the bed. Her naked toes, those tiny ticklish toes, were utterly defenseless before the twins, who looked at them with avaricious appetites. Beth had never been so scared in her life. An *hour* of nonstop tickling on her feet?! "Pleeeze, no more! Show some mercy! Pleeeeeze! Please, please, please!" She started crying, weeping in her bondage.

Danni started her stopwatch. "Let's go!"

With a happy squeal, Tammi touched the flat end of the ice cube against the tip of Beth's big toe. The tootsie tried to curl, but she held its tip between her thumb and index finger and pulled it back until it was fully extended, and rubbed the ice over its ball in little circles. The cube left trails of sparkling cold water behind, which dripped down the dainty toeprints.

Beth clenched her eyes. She sucked in a big breath and held it, hoping she could somehow endure what Tammi was doing, but that tactic crumbled when Danni used the edge of her hand to stretch back the toes on the other foot and began running her ice along their undersides. Tammi did likewise, and Beth exploded into laughter again.

A few seconds of icing on her toes made her hysterical, bucking on the bed and pounding her bare bottom on the mattress. They continued for almost ten minutes, just barely touching her toes with the ice cubes. Danni then spread her big toe away from the others and pushed the ice into the space between them and rubbing it all over the pink webbing. She snaked it around the base of the big toe, then sent it down the center of her instep. New squeals came from their captive when she felt the ice on the bottom of her tender ped and tried in vain to jerk her foot away. Danni was glad she'd gone over Tammi's knots when they had tied her--she'd retied the girl's ankles tighter than Tammi had. Because of four soft, silky ropes, Beth was theirs to play with.

Tammi iced each tootsie slowly and completely, until their plump little bodies were red and moist, then she did as her sister and applied the ice cube to the sole of the desperately wriggling foot. She drew little cartoon characters on the pink flesh, then sketched a couple of trapezoids that she barely remembered from college geometry. She'd always hated math, but now it came in handy for tickling, as she drew the different kinds of triangles. For some reason the trapezoids drove her the craziest, so Tammi drew a lot of those.

"Hee hee hee hee! Eeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeee! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ohohoh--HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! St-st-st-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! P-p-p-p-leeeeeeAHAHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! N-n-nooooooo! No more! Nooooooo--HAHAAAAA HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!"

Danni adjusted her grip on the ice cube, arranging it so that one corner of the cube stuck out of the paper towel. She used that corner to scrub a spot just inside of the exact center of Beth's instep. Every girl she'd ever tickled was extremely sensitive on this spot, and Beth was not an exception. She shrieked, fists banging on the wooden headboard in agony.

"Oh, look, I made her footsie all wet," Tammi said. "If it's one thing I know, it's that you should always clean up after yourself." She stretched out her tongue and swirled it over Beth's sole, licking up the chilly droplets and replacing them with her steamy saliva. She licked her way up to the bases of the spasming toes and caressed each carefully and methodically, slithering her tonguetip in between them. She worked her way down the line, from big toe to pinky toe, then went back up, kissing the tips.

As Tammi licked, Danni started using her fingers. She continued icing the tootsies while she scratched lightly and quickly along the instep, following the gentle creases in the soft flesh. Beth's nonstop laughter electrified the air, making Arcadia nipples and clits swell, and adding enthusiasm to their ministrations on her feet. The more she laughed, the more they tickled.

Once done licking, Tammi sucked the big toe into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it, nibbling on it while she covered it with spittle. Following her sister's lead, she teased the sole with her nails--all ten--while she did so, and nearly came herself at the sound of their prisoner's screeching. Her panties soaked through to her shorts, and it soon looked like she'd peed her pants. Glancing sideways with Beth's second toe in her mouth, she saw Danni's crotch was likewise drenched. She sucked and bit the helpless toes, moving toward that delicious wriggling pinky.

Danni dropped the ice and picked up the plastic bristle brush. She pressed it against the bottom of Beth's foot, and heard her try to beg through the laughter Tammi was giving her. "N-nooo--p-pleeehee hee hee hee heeee! Not the b-b-b-b-brush a-a-a-agahhhhhh--HAH HAH HAH AHAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAAAAAAA!"

Danni played the brush up and down her foot, stroking it with slow sideways motions, going from heel to toes and back, speeding up with each pass. Soon she had to grip the foot tightly with one hand to keep it still, and she heard Beth call out for death to deliver her. Danni held the brush horizontally and revved it back and forth as fast as she could, and slowly turned it toward the vertical, always keeping it at the center of the sole. About sixty degrees off the horizontal made Beth scream for death again. She kept scrubbing at that angle for a while, until Beth's struggles weakened and her voice went silent. Danni looked at Tammi, and saw her sister was sucking hard on the pinky while tickling the instep, and realized Beth was about to pass out again. Danni rotated the brush to the vertical, and Beth seemed to gain a little strength.

Beth had been driven into madness. The twins had destroyed her mind and will with nothing more than ice cubes and fingernails. She screamed in the deepest torture of her life, her body on fire, burning endlessly in a cauldron of tickle torture. She felt each touch, every slightest movement against her skin, and each movement lit a new flame and increased her sensitivity a hundredfold. She was sure her body would unravel and disintegrate under such terrible feelings, but her nerves just went on pulsing and spasming with intolerable sensations.

And the worst thing was, the only respite she might have hoped for--unconsciousness--had been robbed from her. They had learned how much it took to make her faint, and now they tickled up to that point, backed off just enough so she wouldn't pass out, then worked her that much harder. No unconsciousness, no mercy, no death--just endless tickling...

"D-D-Demons! You're--HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! You're d-d-d-demons! P-p-pleeeeeHEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEEE HEEE HEEE HEEE! St-st-st-stop! D-d-devil girls! HA HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! St-stahahahahaAHAHAHAHAP! T-t-t-torture! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Tammi loved eating tootsies. She didn't often get a chance to dine on her sister's feet, so she treasured Beth's. She opened the ice chest and pulled out one of the sandwhiches Danni had made for the drive. With a plastic knife she scraped the mayonnaise and pickle relish off the white bread and onto Beth's toes, using the knife to spread them around the balls, tips, and in between. Once they were thoroughly covered, Tammi, "Umm, yummy! Delicious tootsies for me to eat!"

Danni giggled. "Very creative, Tammi. Get the idea from Sammi?"

Tammi shivered with the memory of hours of agonizing tickling they had both received at the hands of Cousin Sammi while at Yosemite a few months ago. Sammi had tied them down and spread peanut butter over their toes for the squirrels to lick off. "Don't remind me. Besides, this's my own idea." Tammi leaned forward and took the pinky into her mouth. She sucked it as deep as she could into her mouth and swirled her tongue luxuriously around the wriggling nubbin, licking off the sandwhich makings. The taste of tangy relish, creamy mayonnaise, and salty girlsweat made her head spin.

Danni had worked the brush through a circle, leaving a big round red spot on the bottom of Beth's foot. She paid a lot of attention to the innermost side of the sole, where the bottom of the foot curved up into the inner ankle, as that seemed another delightfully sensitive place. While brushing, her fingers caressed the toes and up around the ankle.

A few more golden squirts spattered the towels between Beth's legs, and Danni wondered if the poor girl was dehydrated from all the agonized sweat pouring from her face, neck, and breasts, in addition to the steady stream of sweet liquids running from her pussy. She made a silent note to remind herself and her sister to give Beth something to drink before the next session.

After all, neither Danni nor Tammi wanted to *hurt* anyone. They just liked to tickle, and tickling never hurt anyone. More or less...

Tammi finished up the littler toes. Only Beth's pink big toe was still slathered with relish and mayonnaise. She started on it with long, slow strokes along the underside, gradually moving around to its topside, and finally its tip. Once it was clean, she kissed it a couple of times, to let it know she loved it, and sat back. "How long's it been, Sis?"

Danni looked at her watch. "Oh my God, it's been almost an hour and a half! Went overtime again." She indulged in a few more swipes with the brush, then put it down.

Beth continued struggling and bucking for almost a minute after they stopped, toes wriggling, hands grasping and reaching, laughter fading into giggles that went on and on and on. Danni and Tammi watched, fascinated, until Beth's nervous system finally seemed to realize the tickle torture had stopped and she quieted down. She gulped for air, and lay utterly limp, twitching occasionally. Tammi watched as a fat drop of sweat trickled down her ribs, and saw Beth flinch against it again and again. Experimenting, she blew on Beth's toes, and the girl spasmed. "Oh! Oh--eeeee! Hee hee...hhh..."

Danni opened the bandanna and let it fall on her midriff. It fluttered down and settled, making her squirm. "Hee hee hee! D-d-don't! T-t-t-tickles--hee hee hee!"

"Wow, she's way sensitive now," Tammi said.

"No kidding." Danni leaned close to Beth and whispered in her ear, "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Beth bucked weakly. "No! Hah ha ha--hee hee hee hee heeeee!"

She kept bucking until they took the bandanna off. Then she calmed down and dozed off. For the first time since they'd started, she looked relaxed and at peace, her angelic face devoid of the torment it had expressed for the last several hours.

"You think maybe we went a little too far, Danni? Maybe we tickled her too much?"

Danni shrugged. "Maybe. Sure was a lot of fun, though!"

Tammi nodded, beaming. "Let's keep her and take her to Becky's, like you said."

"'Kay. You get her dressed, but be sure to cuff her again. We don't want her getting away."

"Oh, no! A prize like this should be shared with family and friends."

"I'm sure Becky'll love her." Danni slipped through the curtains into the driver's seat. "And put your top back on, so I can open the curtains."

"'Kay."

The van sped on down the highway as Tammi untied and eased the sleeping girl into her clothes again. Once she had her safari shirt back on, she cuffed her hands behind her back, and went about putting her shorts back on. Her underwear she stored in her own suitcase. Tammi didn't like her captives to wear underwear.

By the time Danni found the turnoff from the highway for the next hour's ride to Becky's house, Beth was dressed, cuffed, but still asleep, unaware of what awaited her over the next two days.

Danni finished tying the last knot, and Beth wriggled against the new ropes holding her down. "There we are, Bethie-wethie. I'll be right back, 'kay? Don't go anywhere! Hee hee!"

"God, you're a riot," Beth muttered as Danni bounced back inside the house.

As usual and as before, Beth was tied securely, a naked, helpless toy for Danni's amusement. It was no different for Tammi, Danni's sister. She was tied beside Beth, her limbs also immobilized with soft Nylon rope, and she wriggled restlessly. She made wordless cooing sounds, as if she were trying to bring herself off by the sound of her voice alone. Beth had watched, herself aroused to heights far beyond anything she had previously experienced, as Danni and Becky had teased and tickled Tammi into a frenzy, and the redhead was now on the verge of orgasm, and desperate for sexual release.

Beth laid her head back and looked at the shining blue, cloudless sky. Her pulse was loud in her ears, her blood was hot in her face and chest, and her clitty was itchy and twitchy in her pussy. Her toes flexed and bunched in frustration. Beth had never been denied orgasm for so long, and had never been subjected to the insane torture of prolonged bondage tickling--her body tingled, pounded, and pulsated with new sensations that could not be ignored.

The two girls were bound on Becky's back deck. Danni and Becky had laid them with their heads and feet in opposite directions, with their legs straight and spread and their hands behind their heads. They were side by side, close enough that Beth's ribs brushed Tammi's hip. Each had one leg, the leg opposite the other girl, pulled as far to the side as it would go, presumably to expose their pussies for tickling. Their wrists and ankles were tied to rugged steel bolts that protruded from the deck. At first Beth had thought the projecting bolts were a result of poor craftsmanship, but Becky had told her, while they had tied them down, that she had left the bolts sticking up for just this purpose.

They were both naked, but it wasn't as cold as it had been yesterday. California's crazy weather was continuing--it had snowed for the last few days, and now, at eleven in the morning, it was already warm enough to lay out in the full sun and be comfortable.

Comfortable, Beth thought, if it weren't for these ropes. And the fact that I've been almost tickled to death...

"Tammi--" she said.

"Wh-what? God, I've gotta cum or I'm gonna go crazy!"

"Yah, I know the feeling. Dammit...listen, Tammi, is there ANY way we can get them to stop doing this to us?"

Tammi Arcadia raised her head to try to look at Beth. Her misty green sparkled with imprisoned sexual energy. "No. I'm afraid there's no stopping Danni once she gets on a roll. And, shit, she and Becky are on one hell of a roll! Shit, I've gotta cum!" She bucked her hips as hard as she could, but Becky had pulled her legs completely straight before tying her, and now she had virtually no freedom of movement. Her bubbly pussy was helpless against the surging tide of sexual frustration crashing against it.

"All right! Here we are," Danni said when she and Becky came out onto the deck. Becky carried a Commeorative Edition of Monopoly, in a tin box set, and Danni carried a new package of felt tip markers. "Ready, girls?"

"Danni, please--" Beth started to beg.

Danni put her finger to her lips and shushed her. "Don't worry, we'll get started. But part of the fun of Ticklish Monopoly is drawing the board." She opened the package and took out a black felt tip marker. She snugged the cap on the end of the marker, and knelt next to Beth.

"Draw the board?! What're you talking about? Hey, st-stop! That tickles! N n-noooo! Hee hee hee!"

Danni hunkered down and started sketching a Monopoly board on Beth's tummy. The tip of the marker rasped against her white flesh, leaving a thick black line behind it, and tickling all the way. Beth struggled as her giggles rose, and Danni put a firm hand on her midriff to hold her still. It made it hard for Beth to breathe, and made her giggles that much more intense. Danni drew in the boxes for half the normal Monopoly board on her, starting with the Go square below her belly button, on her bare, shaved pubic mound, and ending with Free Parking, which she put between her titties.

While Danni added some color to the board with the other markers, Becky opened the Monopoly set and laid out the elements of the game. "Now," she said, "the rules for Ticklish Monopoly are a little different than they are for regular Monopoly, so both of you listen. Beth, please be quiet."

Beth giggled incessantly, and broke into breathless laughter when Danni colored in the housing and hotel strips on each play square. "St-st-stop! Hee hee ha ha ha ha hah hah haaaaa! Hee heee! D-Danni!"

"Shh, listen to the rules," Danni chided.

"With normal Monopoly, everybody gets some starting cash and makes money by going around the board and charging rent to other players who land on property they've bought. In our game, only Danni and I get the money. You two have to stay in the game by being tickled!"

Tammi moaned. Beth laughed, toes squirreling.

"For instance," Becky continued, "if you, Tammi, land on Connecticut Avenue, and I happen to own it, you have to pay me by letting me tickle you. Five minutes, if there's no property on it. But if I've got a house on it, it's ten minutes, and if there's a hotel on it, then it's half an hour. Okay?"

"No, it's not okay!" Tammi said. "It's mean! And what happens if you land on my property? Do I get to tickle you?"

"Of course not, silly! You see, you and Beth can only buy property by paying the Bank--"

"In this case, me," Danni said.

"By paying Danni with various increments of tickling on various body parts. I pay you rent by NOT tickling you. Get it?"

Tammi laid her head back and looked at the clouds. "This really sucks. You're both sick and twisted."

"I prefer to think of it as being creative," Becky said.

With half the board drawn on Beth, Danni turned her attention to Tammi, on whom she drew the rest of the playing surface, from Kentucky Avenue to Boardwalk. Kentucky Avenue went on Tammi's pubis and Boardwalk went between her breasts. She twisted and giggled under the soft brush of the pens, and a bright sheen of perspiration had broken out on her face by the time Danni was done.

Danni dealt the money to herself and Becky, and they chose their playing pieces. "I want the car," Danni said.

"I get the little top hat. What piece do you want, Tammi?" Becky asked.

"I don't care."

Becky drew a fingernail up and down one of Tammi's naked soles, making her squeal. "Pick a piece."

"Eeeeeee! Hee hee! 'Kay, 'kay! Shit--The bell."

"And you, Bethers?" Danni asked.

"The thimble," Beth said quickly, anxious to avoid any tickling she could.

And they began. Tammi and Beth were nervous from the outset, Beth more so than Tammi, since it was on her pubic mound that the game started. Becky put on their pieces on top of her pussy, and couldn't resist a little rub on her distended clit. "For luck," she said to the bound girl.

"Thanks," Beth muttered, though the light touch felt wonderful.

"Forgot the card squares." Danni drew a square centered on Beth's belly button and labelled it "Chance." Beth bucked under the tingling sensation of the pen tip and knocked their tokens off her pussy. "Hold still, wriggly girl!" Danni admonished.

"I can't help it! You kept tickling! Hee hee! Oh--hah ha ha!" She twisted her hips with each new letter Danni wrote until she was done.

Becky went back inside and came back with a roll of Scotch tape. "Here, so our pieces'll stay put."

"Good idea." They put a roll of tape on each token and pressed them down on Beth's crotch again. "Much better."

While Danni put the stack of Chance cards on Beth's tummy, Becky drew the square for the Community Chest on Tammi's tummy, and carefully labelled it. She drew a lacy border around the box, making Tammi laugh high-pitched into the late morning air. "Oh, st-stop!" Tammi begged. "That's e-e-enough! It's d-d-d-ah ha ha ha ha ha! It's d-d-done! Hee hee!"

Becky put the cards on her belly. "Now, another rule that only Ticklish Monopoly has--if either of you wriggle too much and knock those cards off our pretty playing surface, you get penalized with fifteen minutes of footsie tickling. Okay, Danni, let's start."

Tammi's eyes widened. "You--you're serious?! Dammit, Becky, you fucking KNOW I can't hold still when I'm tickled! No one can! Fuck you!"

Becky shook her head sadly and made a notation on a three-by-five card. "THAT just earned you another half hour of tickling, young lady."

Tammi opened her mouth again, only to wither under Becky's glare. She flopped her head back and watched a flock of mountain birds fly by. She envied their freedom. They didn't have Danni and Becky as relatives.

"Since I'm the Bank, I get to go first," Danni said.

"We're supposed to roll to see who goes first," Beth said.

"This isn't regular Monopoly, so *I* get to go first!" Danni told her.

"I'm hardly in a position to argue, I guess..."

Danni smiled warmly and planted a wet, drooly kiss on her forehead. "That's right, Bethie!" Danni rolled her dice and advanced her token, not by picking it up and hopping squares, but by scooching it along Beth's tummy. "Vroom! Vroom!" she said, moving the car along.

The tape on the bottom of the car stuck and popped off Beth's flesh, pulling on the fine downy hairs. "Eee! Oh--oh, Danni, stop! Heehee hee!"

"Tickle?" Danni asking knowingly. She landed on Oriental Avenue and bought it for a hundred dollars.

Becky's turn was next, and she moved her top hat along the same way Danni had moved, teasing it along Beth's blushing belly. "Oops! Went too far." She moved the token back a couple of squares. "Your turn, Tammi."

"And just how the hell am I s'posed to move my piece?"

"I'll move it for you, Cousin." Becky rolled the dice and moved Tammi's piece up to Reading Railroad, just to the left of Beth's navel. Beth giggled and shifted restlessly as the token neared her belly button, but tried to hold still so as to not upset the cards on her tummy. "Wanna buy the railroad, Tammi?" Becky asked.

"Not if I have to buy it by being tickled! Forget it."

Becky leaned close to Tammi's face and gently brushed the wavy red bangs out of her eyes. "If you don't buy any property, you can't win the game. Don't you want to win?"

"Not particularly."

"Well, here's a newsflash for you, then. If you LOSE, then you get tickle tortured on the bottoms of your feet, your ribs, and your boobies for two full hours. Imagine that--two hours of nonstop tickling on all your most sensitive spots!"

"No! Oh, no--c'mon, Cousin! Stop this! I just wanted to visit--not be tortured for the whole time I'm here! Be nice, please! Please?"

"Two options," Becky went on, holding up two fingers. "One--be tickled for two hours after you lose the game. Or, two--be tickled for a little bit now and have a chance at winning, in which case you get to tickle Beth, if she loses."

Tammi remembered how Beth had tickled her this morning, when Danni had let her use a featherduster on her when she was still tied up in bed. She'd kill for a chance at revenge.

"Now, wait!" Beth wailed. "This isn't at all fair! Let's just forget--"

"'Kay!" Tammi forced herself to say.

"Good girl," Becky replied.

"And, Beth," Danni said, "remember--it works both ways. If YOU win, then you get to tickle Tammi."

Beth soft brown eyes hardened. "All right!"

Becky ran down to her vegetable garden at the edge of the deck and plucked a couple of small sunflowers she grew for decoration. She came back and straddled Tammi's hips, careful not to knock the cards off her navel. Looking down at the naked, freckled girl beneath her, stretched out and helplessly tied, she grinned and raised the flowers. "To buy Reading Railroad, you have to pay with ten minutes of tickling on your boobies. Ready?"

Tammi turned her head to one side and shut her eyes tight. "Go ahead."

Becky applied the sunflowers to the bulbous breasts. Starting with the right boobie, she drew spirals starting at the base and working her way up toward the swollen nipple. The soft petals and stamens of the sunflower faces trailed along Tammi's tender skin with the force of a tender kiss, and the light touch ingited nerve endings. Tammi giggled and tried to kick, but her ankles only jerked helplessly against the ropes. Then she remembered the cards, and used all her willpower to try to stay still. The job was actually made easier by Becky sitting on her.

Becky spiralled up to the nipple, dabbed it repeatedly with the flowers, then cruised back down to the base of the boob, then back up. In less than a minute, Tammi was straining and hiccupping. She threw her head around, and begged. "N-noo! N-no, I ch-ch-changed my m-m-m-mind! Hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa! I d-d-don't w-wanna do this! Hee heeheeee heheheheeeeeee! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Stop! St-stop, please!"

"There's no turning back, Tammi," Becky told her. She split up the flowers and used one on each boob, tickling both at the same time. This caused Tammi's giggles to erupt into full-bodied laughter, wavering and high pitched. She could feel her naked cousin bouncing under her, and watched the big boobies jostle about on her heaving chest. She had no problem keeping the flowers on them, since Tammi was tied so tightly, and went on for the full ten minutes, nonstop.

Beth watched, her pussy draining warm lovejuices onto the deck, as her companion and competitor in bondage was tortured. Tammi's hips bumped and ground against the side of her ribcage as she struggled, and the sound of her laughter was sweet in her ears. "Get her, Becky! Tickle her! Tickle her to death!"

Ten minutes left Tammi's armpits moist and her boobies smeared with yellow pollen. Becky got off her and put a Title Deed card for the railroad aside for Tammi. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Tammi didn't answer her, but looked at Beth. "Screw you. I'll win this game and tickle YOU to death!"

"No way!" Beth said, feeling full of spirit for the first time since she had tried to escape last night. "I'm going tickle torture your bare feet!"

"And you'll feel my fingernails on your ribs and armpits!" Tammi responded. "I'll tickle you on your ribs til you pee all over yourself!"

"That's what I like to see," Danni put in. "A little healthy competition. Your turn, Beth." Danni rolled the dice and moved Beth's thimble along the board. "You're going farther than any of us!" Which meant Danni got to tickle Beth that much longer by sliding the thimble along her skin until it went past the Jail square and landed on St. Charles Place. "Wanna buy it?"

Beth clenched her teeth. Buying the property would mean being tickled, but she HAD to win in order to tickle Tammi. For the first time in her life, she volunteered for tickling. "Yah."

"Good! Now, because you've demonstrated the good old American fighting spirit, you get to pick which body part I'm gonna tickle. You think about it while I go and get the tickly tool." And Danni went inside the house.

"Tickly tool? What's that?" Beth asked nervously.

"You'll see," replied Becky. "Something to tickle that beautiful white skin of yours."

Beth swallowed and tensed with the thought of what was coming next.

Danni returned with her hand secretively behind her back. Beth's eyes followed her as she walked slowly over to her and stood over her with her ankles on either side of her stomach. "Ready, Beth? Ready to pay for St. Charles?"

Beth looked up at her, immobile and defenseless in her bondage. "Wh-what do you have behind your back? What is it?"

"Nothing. Are you ready?"

"I know it's not nothing! Oh, God, I don't think I wanna go through with this--"

"As Becky said, there's no backing out now." Danni revealed her "tickly tool." It was a metal telescoping pointer, the kind used in public speaking presenations. It was a little more than three feet long full extended. "Don't worry, little bondage baby, I'll get to the point as fast as I can! Hee hee! But first, the sun's much too nice..."

Danni stripped in rapid fashion, tossing her shirt, jeans, and panties onto the deck. Tammi, tied as she was, as a good view of her sister's bare butt and long legs, and felt her clitty stir with increased vigor. Many times had she taken those muscular buns in her hands, squeezed them and kneaded them, and pulled them apart to bury her face between them. Now they were beyond her grasp, and teasing her with their plump and taut sexiness.

"'Kay, have you decided which part of you I get to tickle?"

Beth pulled her eyes off Danni's big, freckled boobies. "Danni, don't ask me to do that! Please! I can't decide something like that!"

"If you don't decide, then I get to. Would you rather have ME pick a tickly spot to play with?" Danni's green eyes narrowed into the kind of look Beth bet prairie mice saw in the eyes of a descending hawk.

"Oh, God, this is cruel! I can't--"

"Then I pick to tickle your feet."

"NO! No, please, not my feet!"

"Then choose, Beth. Choose in the next five seconds, or I'll have to tickle your ribs for half an hour. Half an hour, Beth, of pure, nonstop rib tickling. Think about it. One...two..."

"Danni, please! Please! Not my ribs! They're my most ticklish spot!"

"Three..."

"This is so cruel! Please!"

"Four..."

Beth bit her lip and blurted, "My belly button! Tickle my belly button!"

"There you are, That's a nice girl." Without waiting, Danni dipped the pointer down toward Beth's belly, and the bound girl tensed again, tightening her limbs and belly muscles."Oh, God!" she cried, even more the tiny metal tip touched her.

Danni beamed, loving it, and stroked the tip in little circles above her navel. She slowly twirled it, and watched Beth's face.

Beth bit her lip and tried not to snicker as her tormentress started poking her in the stomach, this time just below her belly button. Each poke was a little surprise, an intrusion onto her tender tummy, and each one brought a delicate tickle that made her hiccup deep in her chest. Danni saw the effect it was having on her, and kept poking around, as if she were prospecting for something. She prodded the soft flesh of her lower belly, traced a broken line around the cards stacked on her navel, then knocked them aside to reveal the little oval well.

"Tickle, tickle!" Danni teased, and poked her way up to the lower lip of her navel and dallied the tip there, playing with the soft roll of flesh that led down into Beth's belly button. Beth couldn't hold it, and her belly undulated with new laughter. Her hiccups continued and interrupted her laughter with quick, spasmodic breaths.

Danni tickled her for almost five minutes at the rim of her belly button. She circled it over and over, probing the tip of the pointer along the very edge, keeping her in suspense as to when she would plunge the pointer into the sensitive and terribly personal pseudo-orifice. Beth thrashed beneath her, arms and legs wriggling enough to make the tokens on her stomach bob on their rolls of tape. Through her nonstop laughter, she wondered when this cruel redhead would drive her pointer into her navel and make her scream. When? The suspense made the tickling that much more intense. When?

Now! Danni bent down and thrust the tip deep into her belly button. The cold metal filled the deep dimple and pushed hard against the knotted skin at the bottom. Beth felt it deep into her tummy, and the indescribably feeling of sudden tickling made her back arch off the deck. The movement pushed her navel even harder against Danni's probe, and made it worse.

"Eeeeeeahhh! Hah hah hah haaaaa! Hee heeeeee heeheeheee! Oh, D-D Dahhnnneee! Hah ha ha ha haa haaa haaaa!"

"God, I love this," Danni said, and twirled the pointer around inside. She made little circles at first, then bigger ones that stretched the navel around the pointer. The bigger the circles got the louder and higher Beth's laughter became, until Danni had her begging for mercy. The last five minutes of the "payment" were the worst, with the constant poking, rubbing, and stretching of her belly button. She went limp when the time was finally up, and gulped for air.

Danni restacked the cards on her tummy, and watched the movements of her belly as she tried to regain her breath make the cards slip and slide. "Remember, Beth, if you tip the cards over, you get more tickling!"

Beth immediately sucked in her breath and tried to breathe in shallow, controlled breaths. The cards trembled, then settled. One of the worst things about Danni's breed of tickling was that she always found a way to deny her victims the chance to express their torment and find some kind of release in that expression.

Danni rolled again, and bought some more property. The bound girls tried to relax and recover before their next turns.

Beth didn't know how she would survive this twisted game, but looking down her own helpless body at Tammi's helpless body, she silently hoped she would, if just to get a chance to tickle Tammi again.

For a few minutes, the game went on almost as a normal Monopoly game, except for the fact that the playing surface was a couple of naked girls tied to a deck. Becky rolled and landed on the Community Chest playing square, which meant she had to draw a card from the Community Chest stack.

Reaching for the stack on Tammi's pubis, she said, "There's another Community Chest here I'd like to raid!" She plucked her card from the stack and caressed one of Tammi's breasts. "Okay...'Grand Opera opening, collect fifty dollars from every player for opening night seats,'" she read from the card.

"Here," Danni said, handing her fifty Monopoly dollars.

"Oh, no," Tammi and Beth said simultaneously. "How do WE pay?" Tammi asked, afraid that she already knew.

Becky giggled and ran into the house.

"We shoulda brought everything out in one shot," Danni said, laying on her belly and playfully toying with one of Beth's nipples. "That way we wouldn't have all these interruptions. Hey, Becky! Bring all the stuff out, all the stuff on your bed, 'kay?"

"Yah..." was the distant reply through the screen door.

Danni licked Beth's nipple, and Beth crooned. With each lick, the nipple swelled, until it stood up stiff with a gently puckered tip. Danni rolled it between her fingers, added a few more licks, then took it in her mouth and sucked hard. Beth's eyes rolled as warm and sensuous feelings ran through her over-aroused body. "Oh, hhhh, ohhhhhhhh, yessssss...that's ssssooo nice...harder, harder...oh, yesssssss...hhh..."

Becky returned and put her implements down just behind Tammi's head, where neither girl could see them. She picked up a set of watercolors and a couple of paintbrushes. "Tammi, you pay by letting me paint your tootsies. Beth, you can pay me by letting me charge your ribs."

"What? What's that?"

Danni jumped up and caught the nine-volt battery Becky tossed her. "Danni, you can collect my payment from Beth for me."

"Cool!" Danni knelt above Beth's head, with her knees on either side of her armpits. "Ready for a battery of tests?"

Beth just looked at her.

"No sense of humor..."

Becky sat at Tammi's feet, beside where Danni knelt at Beth's head. She looked at her cousin's naked feet. The toes wriggled in fear. "Now, let's start with drawing a little sun on your cute little tootsieprints!" She dipped a narrow-bristle brush in her jar of water, then swirled it in the yellow well of the watercolors.

Tammi watched, and winced at Becky's friendly smile. She laid her head back and prayed for strength. Her feet were so ticklish...

The first touch of the brush on the underside of her big toe made her flinch. "Oh, sooo tickly!" Becky exclaimed, applying swirls of paint to the pink, wriggling toe until its bottom was covered with yellow spots. She added some purple polka dots, all over the bottom and the base of the toe. She pulled it away from the other toes and layered polka dots all the way around it. When Tammi's big toe was completely covered with paint splotches, she started on the next one, and worked her way down the line.

Tammi's feet flexed and wriggled with each touch of the soft bristles, and her wrists worked useleslly against the ropes holding her to the deck. A few minutes of tootsie painting left her breathless with giggles. "P-p pleeehee hee hee heeeze, stop!"

"Oh, does it tickle, Tammi?"

"You fucking know it does! St-stop, please!"

"It doesn't tickle that much. It's just a little brush. Now, if I were to do THIS while painting your toes, THAT would tickle!" Becky scratched her instep with her fingernails, and Tammi's pleas were drowned in hysteria. "Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Hee heee heeeeeee! Hah hah ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahahaha haaaaa! N-n-nooo! Oh-G-G-God--hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!" In her new struggles, Tammi upset the Community Chest cards, and they slid onto the deck.

"That's a shame," Becky said.

Danni showed the battery to Beth, whose eyes rounded. "Wh-what're you gonna do with that? Please, take it away!"

"Don't worry, Beth, it's not fully charged. A fully-charged battery would hurt, and I would NEVER hurt you! This's just an old battery. Now, to prepare you--" Danni bent down and ran her tongue over the left side of her ribcage.

Beth bucked and knocked the cards off her pussy. She tried to apologize for it, but the feeling of Danni's tongue teasing its way up and down her bare ribs started a deluge of laughter that wouldn't stop until Danni did. Danni licked and licked, pressing the flat of her tongue hard against the delicate ribs, pushing it in between them as she traveled the length of Beth's slender ribcage. When she reached the lowest rib, she reversed and went back up, leaving a broad wet strip parallel to the first one. Beth blurted a new laugh with each rib her tongue bumped over, and as she approached the open and vulnerable armpit, the laughter turned into desperate squeals.

Danni licked that side until it was covered with warm spit, then did the other side the same way. A slow, moist tongue against sweat-salty skin, leaving trails that meandered across supremely ticklish ribs. When she was done, a light breeze chilled Beth's torso and made her shiver.

"Now the battery!" Danni said. She lightly touched the two terminals to the tip of her tongue. "Ouch! Well, it won't hurt on normal skin. Ready?"

"No! Why are you doing this to me?! God, no!"

Danni touched the battery contacts to her ribs. Beth jumped, more out of anticipation that because it hurt. She felt the jazz of electricity, conducted by Danni's saliva on her skin, zip into her chest, and she giggled. It didn't hurt at all--it tickled!

Danni lifted the battery and planted it a few ribs down, and Beth squirmed against her bonds. "How's that feel?" Danni asked.

"Hee hee! Stop! D-don't do it again! Eeee!" Her thighs tensed and her titties jumped as the next jolt entered her chest. "Ohh! That's m-mean! St-stop! EEEEEEE!"

Danni hopscotched the battery down along her side, tapping each and every rib, then going back up to her underarm. Beth's squeaks turned, as they inevitably did, into laughter, and Danni sped up her ministrations and bounced the battery from side to side. She kept Beth guessing as to where the battery would come down next, and so she couldn't get at all used to the sensations. A touch on the left, another on the right; then two or three down the left side, and a long zap to the right on that special rib halfway down that always made Beth howl.

And Beth howled. Her face turned red and her butt bounced up and down on the deck. Danni exchanged a happy glance with Becky, and starting tracing Beth's ribs. She trailed the battery along each one, from sternum to where Beth's side met the deck. Her skin reddened wherever the battery touched it, and soon both sides blushed.

"Hold still, Tammi, you're making such a fuss over a little brush!" Becky painted a golden lightning bolt on each tootsie on the right foot, and tiny happy faces on the toes of the left, painting over the suns she'd put on minutes ago. She had to grip each toe with one hand and paint with the other, since Tammi's nervous system had gone wild and wouldn't hold her toes still for her.

Each smiley face was a torment. Just when Tammi thought she was getting herself under control and the tickling subsided, Becky surprised her with another gauge brush with different bristles, and ever more intricate pictures for her toes. Then Tammi burst out with new squeals, and whenever she felt those terrible nails on her soles she screamed. Beneath her, the deck groaned with her struggles against the bolts she was roped to. Her wrists and ankles felt raw.

"Pleeeeze! Please, B-B-Beckeeeeee! Hah hah haha haaaa! N-no more! N-not the little toe again! NOT AGAIN! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa! Aaaahhhhhahahahahahahahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah haaa! Not THAT toe! Hah haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

She didn't care any more if she got to tickle Beth or not. She just wanted the horrible torture to stop. She would've given her cousin anything, sworn to do anything, to make her stop. Every part of her nude body, her spasming clit and her engorged nipples and her agonized toes, was on fire, burning in a hellish furnace of endless tickling. And she was utterly powerless to stop it. A few simple ropes was all it took to keep her helpless for tickle torment.

It went on for a lot longer than ten minutes. For Beth and Tammi, time stood still, but the hourly chime on Danni's watch reminded her of how long they'd been tickling. She held the battery against Beth's side and stroked it up and down while she looked at her watch. "Oops."

Through the haze of her own torture, Beth heard Danni's carefree comment and couldn't believe the girl's apathy to her suffering. Not apathy, she realized--Danni loved tickling, and would make any excuse to prolong it.

"We went a little long, Becky," said Danni. She swirling the battery around a boobie, and since she hadn't licked the skin there, it didn't tickle as much, but Beth's own perspiration was enough to make it tickle enough to keep her helplessly giggling.

"Hang on, almost done." Becky finished up putting a pair of sunglasses on the smiley on Tammi's second toe, then set the brush down. "Whose turn is it?"

"Tammi's," Danni said, and rolled the dice. "By the way, Beth knocked her cards over."

"So did Tammi. They're very careless." Becky restacked the cards on their navels.

"Very. You both get another fifteen minutes of tickling on the bottoms of your feet for that. We'll do that once the game's over."

The game went on. Eventually the tokens moved off Beth and onto Tammi, who giggled insanely every time someone moved her piece. Tammi landed on some property Danni owned, and had to pay her with ten minutes of tummy tickling. Danni removed the cards and used her fingers, racing them over Tammi. "Feel free to wriggle around, since you don't have the cards on your tummy."

Tammi struggled under her sister's tender touch, and Becky taped them with the camcorder. She got a lot of close-ups of the twins' faces: Danni's glowing with pleasure, Tammi's red and clenched with forced laughter. She taped several minutes of Tammi's breasts energetically bouncing, and just as much footage of her feet thrashing. Tammi's feet always looked like they were being tickled, whether or not anybody was actually touching them.

After that, Beth had the good fortune not to land on property anyone owned, and after the last tickling, opted not to buy anymore. Danni shrugged, and rolled the dice. Since they were playing on Tammi, Beth had a few minutes to recover. During that time, she looked at Tammi's pink feet, vowing to have them helpless in her power sometime before this crazy weekend was over. She wanted, more than anything, to eat every one of those darling tootsies, to massage those arches, and to see what a feather would do if used on those feet nonstop for an hour or more...

"No! No, it's not fair! C'mon Danni, don't be a bitch!" Tammi shook her head.

Danni looked surprised. "I can't believe you're calling me names, considering you're the one who's tied up. And it's hardly my fault that you landed on a Chance square and had to draw a Chance card. Like *I* had anything to do with it."

Beth blinked and looked up. "Which card is it? I hope it's something really terrible!"

"Shut up, Beth," Tammi said.

"Shut up yourself. I'm going to torture your feet when this game's over."

Danni read the card. "'Advance token to the nearest railroad and pay owner twice the rental to which he is overwise entitled.' And the nearest railroad is mine."

"You don't own Short Line! And the rules say I can buy the nearest railroad if nobody owns it, and you don't own it. So there!" Tammi looked pleased for the first time in a long time.

Danni picked up her token and plunked it down on the Short Line Railroad, then put some of her money into the Bannk's stack of bills. "There. NOW I own it. So pay up."

Tammi glared. "You can't do that! You can't just move your piece whenever you want! I don't believe you! You're such a cheater! You never could play a game without cheating. You do NOT own Short Line. I don't care what you say."

Danni picked a new instrument from behind Tammi's head, the hair brush she'd brought from home, and settled next to her. "You know, baby sister, you oughta care a lot about what I say. I say you have to pay me double rent, and that means twenty minutes of armpit tickling."

Tammi sighed. "You'll do anything to tickle me, won't you? You'll break any rule just to get your way. Someday--"

"Someday somebody'll make me pay for all my bullshit. Someday somebody'll not take my crap. Someday somebody'll tie ME up and tickle me. I've heard all this before, Sis. Let's get to the tickling!" Danni used the hairbrush on Tammi's clean-shaven underarm to scrub the pale pink skin. Tammi's laughter filled the backyard and made everybody smile.

Danni straddled her and took Becky's hairbrush to use on the other underarm. Scrubbing both armpits for a couple of minutes made Tammi's nipples hard again and made sweet secretions spill from her pussy. Danni leaned down and planted her lips on her sister's. Continuing to scrub, she kept Tammi from laughing with her own mouth, and probed the familiar contours and textures of her sister's mouth and tongue.

Tammi's eyes were wide and staring, and saliva dribbled from her mouth, and her heart pounded erratically. Boiling panic rose inside her chest and surged into her throat, panic fired by nonstop tickling. She feared she would suffocate, feared she would die from the irresistable and uncontrollable sensations of tickle torture.

"Koochie, koochie!" Beth cried. "Tickle, tickle! Ha ha ha! I love it! Tickle her for an hour, Danni! Don't stop at just twenty minutes--she deserves hours of torture!"

Becky ambled over to Beth and looked down at her. "You like how Danni's tickling her sister? Hm?"

Animosity temporarily forgotten, Beth's eyes shined. "Yes! She deserves it. She deserves as much tickling as Danni can dish out."

"I bet you'd like to tickle Tammi again."

"Yup! I'd torture her!"

Becky kissed her, and, in her arousal, Beth kissed back. The kiss turned into a long and deep mutual tonguing that became frantic when Becky massaged her bare breasts. Gently pinching her stiff nipples drove Beth's tongue as far into her mouth as it would go. Beth had been transported from hell to heaven, as she kissed and was kissed by this beautiful girl, and heard Tammi's screeching laughter in her ears. She lounged in her bondage, pleasantly helpless for Becky.

When the kiss ended and Becky continued rubbing her tits, Beth spared half a thought about her feelings. She actually loved the captivity of bondage, which kept her immobile to receive unbearably wild and intense sexual excitment. Just as long as there wasn't any tickling...

Though she had to admit, deep inside, with that secret silent voice only she herself heard, that tickling did increase her arousal by tremendous amounts, amounts she had never thought possible before. The agony of tickling brought on the ecstatic transport of sexual bliss.

But tickling was still tickling, and it was still unbearable torture!

"Mmmmm-hmm! Hmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm-mm!" Tammi pleaded wordlessly into Danni's mouth. The hair brushes sped across her armpits, teasing her into a desire to die to escape the excruciating punishment. She writhed as her bangs matted to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and after another few minutes of tickling without being allowed to laugh, she peed.

Beth watched in fascination as the golden stream spurted from Tammi's pussy with all the energy of a girl under torture. It reached up into the clear, Northern Californian air, and splattered the redwood deck between Tammi's ankles. The pool of pee grew until the stream weakened. The steamy arc shortened and made a squiggly path along the deck from Tammi's ankles to her knees, and finally up between her spread thighs. It ended with sporadic dribbles that wetted her already-damp pussy and trickled down between her buttocks.

Danni tickled for half an hour, then got off her. "There, now you can stay on the Short Line. Isn't this a fun game, Tammi?"

Tammi wheezed, eyes bloodshot, face shining with hot sweat. "Hhh...I hate you...hh..."

"I know you do. You hate those you love. Shall we go on with the game?"

Becky gave each of Beth's nipples a final pinch, and picked up the dice so she could roll for Beth. "By all means!"

"Noooo! Hah hah hahahahaha--ha ha ha ha ha!" Beth screamed. "St-st-st stop! P-p-p-pleeehee hee hee heeeeeeeeee! Ha ha ha ha ha hah hah, hah ha ha haaaaaa! Eeeeeeee! Oh-G-G-G-God! St-st-st-st-stop! C-c-c-cruel! Hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! T-t-torture! Hah hah hah hah haaaa!"

Becky ate a peanut butter sandwich while Beth paid Danni for the misfortune of landing on Boardwalk. Danni had a couple of hotels on the most expensive square on the Monopoly board, and had decreed that Beth had to pay with an hour of rib tickling. Now, fifty-five minutes later, Beth convulsed against her bonds, arms and legs rigid with spasming muscles, tummy bucking, and titties bouncing. Her face was redder than any tomato, and her cheeks and temples were damp with tears. She had long since knocked the Chance cards off her pussy, and they lay between her legs, soggy in a pool of pee.

Tammi, a freckle-faced redhead and also Danni's twin sister, was tied to the deck Beth was--with her legs straight and spread and her wrists behind her head. She lay the opposite direction Beth did, with her feet by Beth's head and Beth's feet by her head. Danni and Becky had tied them for a game of Ticklish Monopoly, which now had been going on for over three and a half hours. Not surprisingly, Danni and Becky were winning, and owned most of the property on the board.

Tammi watched Beth's tickle torture, insane with arousal. Every few minutes she begged Becky to rub her off, but Becky only smiled and her. Her own face was flushed with a pussy that had been denied orgasm for much too long. Both bondage girls had been tickled and teased almost to the point of no return, but they hadn't let them cum. According to Dnani, Beth had been played with for almost two days now, and had not been allowed to have an orgasm. As a result, the chestnut-haired girl was wild with unsatisfied needs and terribly sensitive to any touch. Tammi wasn't far behind, having been denied orgasm for almost as long.

"There we are!" Danni said, lifting her fingernails from Beth's defenseless ribcage. She sat back on her heels and flexed her fingers. "God, I love this game! It's so much better than regular old Monopoly. And just think Beth, you've still got half an hour of tootsie tickling to go, for knocking the cards off your pussy, twice."

"And you, too, Tammi," Becky said to her bound cousin. "Fifteen minutes, for knocking them off once."

Tammi groaned and rolled her head. She was almost delirious with unfulfilled sexual stimulation. "P-please, just let me cum...just a little rub, right on my clitty...you don't know what it's like to not cum for so long...please! Please? Pretty, pretty pleeeze?"

"Whine, whine, whine! All you do is whine," Danni said. "That's another half hour of tickling for being a whiner. Trying to ruin a perfectly good game." She looked at Becky's sandwich. "Got another one of those? I'm hungry after tickling for an hour."

"Yah, c'mon." They went inside, leaving Beth and Tammi alone on the deck.

It was a few minutes before Beth said anything. She'd been tickled to the edge of her sanity--again--and all she could do was pant and wheeze. Perspiration dribbled down her face and neck, and beaded between her perky boobs and on her full thighs. The half of the Monopoly board that Danni ahd drawn on her chest and tummy oozed down her ribs, tattered by her sweat. Her wavy brown hair was splayed and tangled around her face, and her dark eyes were glassy and bloodshot. Her small and perky tits stood on her chest with pink erect nipples.

"You're a mess," Tammi said. "She really tickled the hell outa you."

"No...shit..." Beth muttered when her breath finally returned. "Goddammit..."

In the two days she had known her, Tammi had never heard Beth swear with such bitterness. Having been put through many such torture scenes herself, Tammi softened. "You okay?"

Beth shook her head. "I want to kill myself."

"It's good you're tied up, then."

Despite herself, Beth almost laughed. She raised her head and looked down her naked, ink-stained body at Tammi. Tammi wasn't in any better shape than she was, having been tortured through this crazy game. Monopoly was a long enough game, but adding tickling to it made it last an eternity. "I want to kill you, too."

"Me? Why?!"

"'Cause they're YOUR relatives. And because you helped them torture me earlier."

Tammi put on her best pout. "Listen, Beth, I'm in the same position you are." She laid her head back and bucked her hips again. "And I've gotta cum! I'm gonna go fucking insane if I don't! My clitty feels like it's gonna explode!"

Beth watched Tammi's pink pussy bob up and down, its dripping lips glistening in the afternoon sun. She shut her eyes and wriggling her own hips. Her own clit had been driven to the razor edge of orgasm by Danni's tickling, and stood, its tiny head poking out of its protective sheath, throbbing. Hot, boiling blood filled the little bud, and regardless of its size, it filled Beth's consciousness with the absolute need to cum.

Opening her eyes, she watched Tammi again, as the muscular girl applied all her strength to the Nylon ropes holding her to the deck. Sexual desperation, and the fear of more tickling, added frenzy to her escape attempt, and the deck creaked under them. The steel bolts that protruded from the deck, to which the ropes were tied, didn't give.

Then, through the haze of her ongoing arousal, Beth saw her freedom.

Tammi arched her back and thrashed again against the ropes. Hours of tickling had robbed her of most of her energy, but she had to get free. If she could get free while her sister and cousin were still in the house--

Suddenly a fingernail grazed the instep of her foot, and she squealed. "B Beth, no! Stop it! Don't tickle me, please!"

"Shut up, Tammi. I'm not tickling, I'm trying to get free! Hold still!"

Tammi looked down at her feet. With her legs spread, one of her feet was tied next to Beth's head. Her companion in bondage had wriggled over to her foot as far as she could, and was picking at the knot around her ankle with her fingernails. "Yes! Yes, Beth! Do it! Get us outa here!" She squrimed over to Beth's ankles and started on its knot.

Danni and Becky sat at the kitchen table, sharing peanut butter sandwiches and a bottle of chardonnay. "I really appreciate you inviting me and Tammi up to your place like this, Becky. I'm just having loads of fun!"

"I don't think Tammi is, though. Or your little hitchhiker friend."

"Well, you know how Tammi is. She's always been difficult. Even when we were kids, remeber? It was always, 'Danni, stop it! Danni, I'm gonna tell Mom! Danni, leave me alone!' She's never liked being tickled or anything, but, what do you do?"

Becky shrugged and grinned. "You tickle anyway!"

They laughed and Danni poured them both some more wine. "Guess we oughta get back to the game soon."

Becky nodded. "In a few minutes. You and I haven't had a chance to talk since last Christmas. Did you ever find that little jade elephant thing you were looking for? I remember you said you were going to go into Berkeley to try to find it..."

Beth giggled every time Tammi's fingers touched her foot, but tried to concentrate on what she was doing. She'd managed to get the knot holding Tammi's foot almost undone. It was a double square knot, a real bith to get loose with both hands, let alone one-handed.

"I've got it, Beth!" Tammi said, and for the first time in hours, Beth's foot was free.

Beth stretched her toes and rotating her foot around. Her ankle popped. "All right, hang on a sec--almost got it--" And Tammi's foot was free as well.

"Now what?" Tammi asked, raising her leg up and crunching the knee against her chest to stretch her hamstrings. "This isn't really gonna help us."

"Sure it will! Gimme your foot back." Beth leaned her head as far to one side as it would go, revealing her wrists, bound to the bolt beneath them. "I can't quite reach this loop, here. If you can pull on that, I think I can undo the rest of it. Come on!"

Tammi reached for the knot with her ped and managed to squirrel her little toe into the loop. She tugged on it and the loop widened. Another few tugs, and the rope came free. With that undone, Beth picked at the rest of the knot, which unraveled quickly.

Beth sat up and undid her other ankle, and stood up, her pale body naked in the sunshine. She stretched and twisted, limbering up, then went to the back door and peeked inside. "I can see them. They're in the kitchen, at the table. Looks like they're talking." She went back to Tammi, and looked down.

"C'mon, Beth, let me up! We have to get away!"

Beth grinned. The temptation was almost irresistable. She could start tickling now, and would probably have a couple of seconds before Tammi's laughter drew Danni and Becky back outside. They might even let her tickle her for a while, like they did this morning.

But they would eventually tie her up again. More tickling, more insane tickle torture. Beth shivered at the thought, then knelt and untied Tammi's wrists.

Tammi Arcadia sat up, loosed her ankle, and stood up. She was taller than Beth, strong and solid from her regular aerobics and dance classes. Beth suddenly realized that if she wanted to, Tammi could take her. She backed away, ready to run.

But Tammi peered through the screen door, then looked back at her. "Wanna get even?" she asked, her green eyes on fire with vengeance.

Beth nodded emphatically.

After another glass of wine, Danni stood up. "Wanna get back to it?"

Becky put the bottle back in the refrigerator and followed her through the living room to the back door. "You've bought up most of the board, Danni. I don't think the game'll last much longer."

"Hopefully long enough for Tammi to land on my property again! I've just gotta tickle that cute belly button of hers one more time! She SCREAMS whenever I do. Just one finger is all it takes to make her beg--"

Danni opened the screen door for her cousin, and they went out onto the deck, where they saw only the Monopoly money and cards, and four discarded coils of rope. "Shit! Where are they?"

Becky frowned and picked up one of the ropes. "I don't get it. I tied Tammi really tight. She couldn't've gotten away."

"Goddammit. I don't believe this. This is the SECOND time Beth's gotten away from me. Beth! Bethie, where are you?"

"Like she's gonna to answer you, Danni."

"Shut up. She likes me, she said so. Beth! C'mon out, girl!" Danni scanned the deck and the gazebo beyond, but there was no sign of Beth Cordova anywhere in the back yard, and the fence was too high for a naked girl to climb over without getting splinters in places no one liked to get splinters. "Dammit, I bet she's trying for the van again!"

"You go check," Becky said. I'll look out here. The front door's locked, so they couldn't've gotten back into the house."

Danni went back into the house.

Becky Arcadia walked to the edge of the deck and looked out over her back yard. The grass was a little too long, but not long enough to hide anyone. She looked down the side of the house, but there weren't any nude girls hiding among the dusty concrete blocks and rusted car parts left by her ex-husband.

"Tammi? Where are you? Beth? Come on, girls, we'll stop it if you come out. We won't tickle you anymore." She went back to the edge of the deck and went down the steps onto the lawn. A rustle, bare skin on dry grass.

Becky whirled as Tammi swarmed out from under the deck. Caught off balance, Becky went down under her cousin, who quickly snared one of her wrists. Tammi leaned on that wrist, pinning it up over her head.

Becky kicked and squirmed, but Tammi was stronger, and she was driven by the pent-up anger and sexual thrill of being tickled for hours on end. As one hand held her wrist, she planted her knees on Becky's midsection. "Okay, Cousin, now whatta you gonna do? Hum?"

"Got off me, Tammi! Come on! What're you doing?"

Tammi captured her free wrist and pinned it as well. "What am I doing? What, I've gotta spell it out for you? All right--a sister and a cousin tickle another sister and another girl til they go insane and pee all over the place. Said sister and cousin do not, repeat, DO NOT, stop when the other sister and the other girl beg for mercy. Said other sister and other girl are tortured to within inches of their lives. Clear enough? Now it's payback time! Hee hee! Paybacks, paybacks!"

Becky's blue eyes rounded in sudden horror. She was immobilized by Tammi, pressed firmly into the ground, arms straight up over her head, leaving her ribs and belly defenseless. "Listen, Tammi...l-listen, it doesn't have to be like this. I apologize! I shouldn't've gone along with Danni! It was all her idea, honest!"

Tammi shook her head, leaned on her wrists with one hand and used the other to pull Becky's top up until her tummy was exposed. Then she lightly scratched her nails along the gentle curve of the trembling belly, just below the navel.

Becky wriggled. "L-listen, Tammi! P-please! It wasn't m-m-my idea! Oh, d don't! Th-that tickles! Hee hee hee! Danni made me d-do it! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Tammi drew intricate pictures on Becky's belly, spirals and circles and right triangles she barely remembered from college Geometry. For the first time in a long time, it wasn't Tammi's own laughter that rose into the air.

A few seconds earlier, Danni Arcadia opened the front door of the house and looked out at the van. She held the keys in her hand, and carefully peered out. She wasn't worried about Beth, but Tammi was strong in her own right, while Danni was sure she could take her in a tickle fight, she didn't want to take any chances. But the front yard was empty.

She went out onto the porch, closed the door behind her, and stood for a minute. Bushes lined the front of Becky's house, but they were too thick for anyone of Danni's size to hide in. "Beth? Hey, Beth, just come out from wherever you are, 'kay? Ollie Ollie oxen free! C'mon, Beth!"

Nothing but the sound of a breeze rustling the bushes and the leaveless trees at the side of the road. Well, Danni thought, if I can jimmy a lock. Maybe Beth can, too. She started down the brick walk to the van.

She was about halfway to the curb when something hit her hard in the small of her back. Her sneakers skidded on the damp brick and she fell onto the wet grass. And before she could do anything else, fingers out of nowhere came down on her ribs and started tickling.

"Noo! Tammi, what the fuck are you doing?! Hee hee ha ha! St-stop it! Stop!" The fingertips moved fast, skittering up and down her sides. She tried to twist her arms around to get at them, but she couldn't find them. They darted all over her ribcage, teasing her ribs through her top.

"It's not Tammi! It's your little Bethie-wethie, and I'm mad as hell! Koochie, koochie, coo!" Beth put all her weight on Danni's shoulder blades, burying her face and chest in the ground, and pinched and diddled her way along the redhead's ribs, poking between them and rubbing them as hard and fast as she could. It only took a few seconds for Danni to explode in ferocious laughter and to buck helpleslly beneath her. Steadying her knees on her shoulders, Beth proceeded to tickle.

"No! B-B-Beth, st-st-st-stop! Ha hah hah hah hah ha haaaa! N-not the ribs!"

"Why not the ribs, Danni-wanni? You tortured my ribs enough! Tickle, tickle!" Beth hooked her fingers like claws and used her nail like talons, raking them up and down along both sides of the helpless ribcage under her, and found that the longer she tickled, the more helpless Danni became, until all her strength was drained by laughing. Her struggles were desperate but undirected, and a girl who should have been able to shrug off an attack by a girl as small as Beth was defenseless.

Beth tickled for more than ten minutes and found Danni just as ticklish as Tammi. She bucked and trashed, feet kicking, arms flailing, until the sheer force of her struggles threatened to knock Beth off her. Just when Beth was starting to wonder whether she really could hold Danni like this, Tammi appeared in the front door with Becky, her arm tight behind her back, with Tammi's hand on her wrist. "How you doing, Beth?" Tammi called.

"Couldn't be better!" Beth replied, beaming. "But I think I'm going to need some help in a minute."

"No sweat. Just hang on a sec." Tammi herded Becky back into the house, grabbed the handcuffs off the kitchen table, and took her over to the refrigerator. "Hold still, Cousin," she instructed, and Becky whimpered when she cuffed her to the handle on the fridge. "There, now I'm gonna go help Beth with my mean old sister, and then we'll be back for you, 'kay?"

Becky almost gave her the finger, but didn't. They WERE cousins, after all.

Tammi threw on a tank top and a pair of jeans and went outside. She grabbed Danni's arms and held them while Beth took her legs, and they carried the exhausted girl inside. As they went, Beth glanced back at the van. "I've got the perfect idea for revenge! Is there a car wash anywhere in town?"

Tammi looked puzzled for a second, then broke out in the biggest, most beautiful smile Beth had ever seen. It made her clit twitch anew, and reminded her of her need. "Yah, there is! If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then--"

Beth nodded. "If we keep helping each other, we can do it."

"Hey, I've been tickled almost as much as you! You've got my cooperation," Tammi said.

Beth suppressed a snort of derision. Tammi had NOT been tickled as much as she had, but she let it go. The plan was still forming in her mind, and there was a place in it for Tammi...

But once Danni was likewise cuffed to the fridge, Beth looked up at Tammi with undiluted lust in her eyes. Her hand couldn't help but stray down her own tummy to her distended clit, which throbbed moist and hard in her pussy. "T-Tammi..."

Tammi said nothing. She was consumed by the same driving desire. She took Beth in her arms and kissed her long and hard and deep, her lips pressing down on hers with frantic urgency while her tongue lashed against her wet and warm mucous membranes. Beth rose up on her tiptoes and returned the kiss with all the imprisoned energy of her sexuality, and her tongue slid back and forth along Tammi's with unrestrained love. Their breathing rasped through their nostrils, blowing wavering ripples of heat across each other's cheeks.

The handcuffs clanked as Danni and Becky pulled on them. Danni swore under her breath, and didn't spare a glance at the freed girls as they stumbled together in each other's arms, into the living room, Tammi leaving a trail of clothes behind as they went. Becky watched them go with desire and jealousy in her eyes.

Without a word, because that would mean unsealing their lips, Tammi and Beth went to the floor. Tammi rolled over on top and pressed her naked body against Beth's. Her full bosom enveloped Beth's petite cones and her engorged nipples rubbed against her own, igniting lightning sparks that traveled from her breasts down to her aching pussy. The electric sensations coalesced in her clit and made it feel jump around with a mind of its own.

Tammi's hands closed on either side of Beth's face, brushing the waves of her hair back and clasping her plump cheeks. Low, moaning croons of joy escaped Tammi's lips, the sensual sounds of which almost drove Beth to orgasm with their warm animal timbre. Her own hands traveled down Tammi's smooth back to clutch her wriggling buns. She massaged the orbs, and it wasn't long before her fingers delved deep into the secretive crevice between them. Her fingertips ran along the tender skin at the bottom of the crack until they found her asshole.

The orifice crinkled and tightened as her first touch, then relaxed. Beth heistated for half a moment. She had never touched another woman's anus -- or anyone's anus, for that matter -- but the lust that roiled in her body fed on all the new sensations, new touches, that she could find. She felt possessed, except that she was possessed by a new part of her own being.

As Tammi's anus relaxed, Beth ran her index fingertips over it, exploring its wrinkled flesh. Each touch made Tammi coo and press herself harder against her. Their boobs and bellies ground together, and the soft fat pads on their crotches flattened tight against each other. Tammi's pubic hair felt strange and wonderful against her own shaved pubis, and it wasn't long before the folds of skin surrounding Tammi's clit touched Beth's.

Beth almost screamed with delight into Tammi's mouth as their clits touched briefly. They ground faster, their hips accelerating together, and Beth felt her mind overwhelmed by deep, instinctive urges welling up from her moist womanhood. Driven by those undeniable urges, she dug her fingers, both forefingers, deep into Tammi's asshole.

The tight backdoor tunnel opened, parting for her fingers and they went far inside Tammi's rectum, and finally the redhead's lips popped off her own and her head went back with a giggly exlcamation of ecstasy. "Ahhh! Hee hee-ahhhhhhhh! Hhhhhhooo hhhhhhhh! Yes! Yes, Beth! YES!"

The last thinking part of Beth's mind was amazing, before it went under in the deluge of frothy sexual bliss, that Tammi's anus could accomodate two of her fingers. But, encouraged by her thrilling words, she pushed her fingers in up to the knuckles, burying them in the spasming tube of her bottom. Tammi raised herself up on her hands, arching her back so her boobs dangled from her chest, and smashed her pussy down on Beth's until their pubic bones banged together. Orgasm, so long and denied, flashed through Tammi's sweaty body, delivered by Beth's fingers in her butt and the smoothness of Beth's skin on the tip of her clit. Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth opened with a tight, inarticulate moan.

Beth answered her pelvic pressure with her own, arching her back until her butt almost came up off the carpet. Desperate to cum, she jerked frenetically under Tammi, pitching her burning clit repeatedly against the moist membranes of Tammi's pussy, thrusting the tiny bud back and forth against the trembling membranes of the cumming **** above it. Her hips found the groove between Tammi's swollen lips and pushed her clit into it, but the lips parted and robbed her of the friction her needed to cum.

She screamed in frustration, and her hands clamped so tightly around Tammi's buttocks that Arcadia flesh oozed up between her white-knuckled fingers. She thrashed under her, helpless to cum.

Tammi looked down, face glowing with a long-needed orgasm, and knew exactly what Beth needed. She got onto her hands and knees. Beth pulled her fingers out of her butt, brown eyes filled with horror and anger that she hadn't cum and Tammi was abandoning her. She cried out, a wordless, whimpering cry for love.

Tammi smiled and whirled around into a sixty-nine and plopped down on top of her again. Beth cried out again, this time in peerless pleasure, at the return of Tammi's hot flesh against her own. Tammi's big boobies planted themselves on her lower tummy, and she felt them squish together and meet at their cleavage, just below her belly button. The nipples, which had not grown soft, prodded into the soft rubbery flesh of her lowest tummy. Those nipples stroked her heated skin as Tammi scooched herself backward a little, settling to where she could do her work, her face over Beth's pussy.

Tammi's own **** overhung Beth's forehead, since Tammi was quite a bit taller than her, but it wasn't out of reach of her fingers. Wrapping her arms around Tammi's muscular thighs, she touched the dripping lips of her pussy, and received a croon of acceptance in response. Tammi's feet rose up on her toes.

Tammi brought her face down to Beth's tortured pussy. With two fingers she pulled gently on the bottom of her pubic mound, drawing her clitty and its hood up to where she could get at it. The new tension put on her lovebud made Beth's breath catch in her chest so she couldn't even cry out. Her arms clenched Tammi's legs as tight as they could, and Tammi took that as a good sign. Beth's clitty had been teased for two days straight, and was more than ready for release.

She pulled a little harder, until the clit rose to the curve of Beth's pubic bone and popped up stark and pink from its hood. The tiny finger of swollen flesh pulsated before her eyes, the color of red wine. She pursed her lips and blew lightly on it, treated it to a hot stream of her breath.

"Ahhhhh, God! God! Ahhhhhheeeeeee! Eeeeee-lick it! Lick! Lick, lick, lick, lick! Pleeeezzze! Ahhhhhhh!" Beth begged, thrashing beneath her.

After a last, teasing puff, Tammi lowered her face and extended her tongue. When the tip of her tongue touched the tip of the throbbing clit, Beth's back jumped off the floor again. Her buttocks tightened into trembling globes that vibrated against the floor. Her thighs went rigid and her legs straightened and spread as far apart as they would go as Tammi began to gently lick her twitching lust spot, covering it with her warm, sweet saliva. It was hot and wet in against her taste buds, and she rubbed them over it until Beth's toes splayed apart and she felt her nipples pucker even more again her thighs.

Still holding the clit pulled up with her fingers on her mound, Tammi wetted the tip of her other index finger and applied it to the clit. She rubbed it slowly and carefully with gentle circular motions, applying just enough pressure to make Beth's toes wriggle and her hips roll. Beth squirmed ecstatically under her, her little titties moving against her legs, and her fingers mindlessly diddling her own pussy. After less than ten seconds of it, Beth starting bucking hard enough to raise her butt off the floor. She moaned continously, and babbled like a baby.

Finally, Tammi lifted her finger and used her tongue again. She closed her lips around the clit, pulled hard on her pubic mound, and sucked on the clit as she tongued it.

Beth's cry of fulfillment echoed through the house. She came with a drenching flood of pussy juices that erupted from her spastic **** at the same time as an amber stream of pee shot into the air. Tammi watched, continuing to suck the partying clit, as Beth's pussy relieved itself of its fluids.

Beth screamed, a long, high-pitched cry of trembling, squishy delight as she came and came and came. Orgasm filled her to overflowing, and pushed itself out of her through her pussy, her bladder, her tear ducts, and each and every sweat gland on her quivering body. Every forgotten and not-so forgotten nerve ending participated in the long-overdue orgasm, turning her into a being of lust, love, and unbearable ecstasy.

The cum had a knife edge to it that sliced through her mind and body and heart, exposing her innermost joys for Tammi to see. Her body and soul came apart along hidden seams, and her emotions unraveled into a thready maze of throbbing love and endless gratitude.

She couldn't see, couldn't breathe, and couldn't think. She came, all over herself and all over Tammi and all over the carpet. Juices sloshed onto Tammi's chin, and she licked them up. A stain of lovejuice mixed with pee darkened the floor from her pussy all the way out past her feet.

Then, just when she thought the knife edge was blunting ever so slightly, Tammi started sucking and tonguing again, and her clitty exploded again. A new torrent of steamy juices flowed, and Beth's asshole winked uncontrollably between her buttocks as she came again. This cum started long before the first one would have ended, and her pleasure redoubled. Her head went back as far as it could, and her shoulders rose off the floor, bearing the weight of Tammi's legs and pelvis with their orgasmic strength. She screamed and screamed, until her voice gave out, and her mouth gaped in silent delight. Her eyes were open, but saw nothing but the inner shapes of transcendant pleasure.

And it went on forever. Tammi kept tonguing and licking, knowing from years of experience how to keep a clit cumming for almost as long as she wanted it to. She kept Beth in a series of orgasms, one overlapping the other, for almost half an hour.

At the end of that half an hour -- thirty indescribable minutes Beth would remember for the rest of her life, even when in bed with any possible future husbands -- Danni and Becky had succeeded in pulling the fridge away from the wall in their efforts to reach the table and Danni's pocketknife, but little else. They glared at the satiated girls when they stood up, wobbly on weak knees.

Glowing and sweaty, with thighs slick and wet, Beth went over to the handcuffed pair and waved cutely. "Hi, there, sweethearts."

Danni cocked her head and looked at her with profound irritation. "'Kay, Beth, wanna unlock us, now?"

Beth laughed, not the screeching, forced laughter she'd been given to so much recently, but a whispery expression of deep satisfaction. She shook her head, and was careful to stand out of arm's reach. "I don't think so, Danni. You didn't let me go when I asked you to, and I'm not going to let you go now. Tammi and I've got something very special planned for you two. And, there are two ways we can go about this. One, you two just cooperate, and it'll be over and quickly as possible, or, two, you fight us and we'll have to resort to stonger measures. Which is it going to be? A, or B?"

Becky sighed, but Danni stood up straight and planted her feet apart in defiance. "Just try it, girl. You can't take us."

Beth saw Danni's pointed nipples swelling under her shirt. "I think I've some somebody who likes a tickle challenge. Oh, I'm going to looove this! Hee hee hee! Tammi, let's get started!"

Tammi joined her in the kitchen, thighs still wet. She took a position in front of Becky. Beth stood in front of Danni, still to far away for her to reach. They both extended their hands and bicycled their fingers, and cuffed girls backed away, only to find themselves trapped against the fridge. "Now, now wait a minute!" Becky said. Her handcuff jangled when she tried to raise both hands in front of her. "What are you doing?"

"Uncle Harrison always said you where the smartest of us cousins," Tammi said, "but sometimes you seem terribly slow to me, Becky. We're gonna tickle you! Ready?"

Becky flattened herself against the fridge.

Beth wriggled her fingertips at Danni's eye level. Danni watched the fingers move, tracing their little circles with her eyes. She was scared. Nobody tickled worse than a girl after revenge, and she had put a lot of revenge into this pretty hitchhiker.

Beth saw the fear in Danni's face, saw the defiant facade die. She thought Danni might have maintained her rebellion if she hadn't tickled her before, but she had already felt Beth's tickling touch, and now feared its return. "Well, Danni, got any last words before we start?"

Hypnotized by the wagging fingers, she shook her head.

"Then, here we go!" Beth lunged forward, and the sudden movement shook Danni from her spell. She squealed, sounding exactly like Tammi, and backpedalled into the fridge. She tried to protect herself, but her cuffed hand threw everything off, and Beth found it easy to lay her hands on Danni's ribcage. Wrapping her small hands as tightly as she could around her sides, she dug in with all ten nails, working them in between the ribs, deeply dimpling the flannel shirt. She squeezed.

Danni yelped and twisted away from her, but that only pulled her body away from her trapped arm, leaving that entire side vulnerable. Beth's hand squeezed and traveled up and down, attacking the ribs with frightening enthusiasm. Her other hand, trapped between Danni's arm and her body, still tickled, fingers whirring against her ribs. "No! Nooo! N nooo--please! Hee hee hee heeeeee!" Danni blurted.

Tammi launched a similar attack on Becky, but concentrated on those ribs on the side of the restrained hand. Becky turned and plastered that side against the fridge door, but not before Tammi got both hands in there by wrapping her arms around her cousin. She didn't care if her hands were being smashed, what mattered was tickling.

Becky broke down, laughing and squealing, twisting against the cuffs. Her free hand tried to tickle back, but after a few seconds, she couldn't do anything but laugh as Tammi pressed her fingers and thumbs in hard against her ribs. For some reason, those thumbs were the worse of all. They tunneled into the tender spaces between ribs and tortured the soft flesh with powerful but teasing touches.

Danni likewise threw herself against the fridge, but Beth ducked down and grabbed a double handful of flannel. She tugged with all her might and pulled half the shirt out of Danni's jeans. Even as Danni's feet pushed against the floor in a desperate attempt to protect her ribs against the door, Beth snaked her hands into her shirt and onto her bare belly.

"Oh, Beth, don't! Pleeeze! Not there! Not the tummy!"



Continued in Part Two...