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Hi all tickle lovers.
I had an idea driving home and had to spend some time bringing it to life.
Incredibly long story but hopefully you all enjoy it.
No chapters as I prefer the story to be lived in when I read, as opposed to the reminder by way of chapter headings.
Please let me know your thoughts.
Terribly ticklish twins.
‘Girls breakfast’s ready’
Footsteps hammered down the stairs as two girls raced through them.
‘Will you two stop stomping on my stairs, you’re gonna break them one day’
‘Maybe Sophie’s fat ass will’
Layla jested.
‘Just cos you got dad’s ass bitch’
Sophie replied.
Both girls laughed at the banter thrown between them, even their mom joined in.
It was their nature to mock each other constantly, however little sense it made.
See they were identical twins, and close twins at that.
They practically ate the same foods, went to the gym together and did almost everything else together.
The only thing that separated them was infact another similarity.
Their competitiveness.
They would stop at no end to prove their superiority over the other as extra ammo to use against them later.
All in jest, nonetheless, they both felt it cup deep when one of them was victorious.
How do you lose to an exact copy of yourself after all?
‘By the way girls, I hope you know that in four days time you can start making your own breakfast’s as I won’t be anymore’
They both in unison taunted
‘We knowwwww mum’
They were turning eighteen and their mum had made it clear they were no longer going to be ‘babied’ as she put it, and they’ll have to start doing things for themselves.
She worked hard to give them a good life, but as a result they were sometimes immature, without the same life skills she had at that age, and she intended to change that.
After all they were college bound in a matter of months and she couldn’t be there for them all the time.
After the girls finished eating they returned to their room.
That’s right, they even shared a room.
Not by choice however.
They were from a poor family of Swedish descent who had traveled to the States in search of a better life.
They got by, but not with much.
Sophie sat there pondering.
‘What ya thinking about Soph?’
‘College, mum always says it’s the best years of your life and don’t waste them, but how are we supposed to make the most of our time there without any money?’
Layla while checking herself out in the mirror joked
‘Well I am thinking of starting an only fans actually’
Poking her bum out for emphasis.
Sophie considered this as an option momentarily.
She knew they had the potential.
Both girls were never short of suitors in their lives after all.
Long flowing, yellowish blonde hair with slight natural curls. Crystal clear blue eyes. Smooth, silky, pale skin that always looked slightly cold. Stood at 5’2, DD cup breasts, slim waists and a naturally large, round, perky bum forming a curvaceous hour glass figure.
They had slightly rounded faces, but long natural eyelashes and plump lips that gave them a glamour they flaunted.
Dainty little size 3 feet with high arches.
They looked good and they knew it.
The only thing they hated about themselves was their slight pudgy belly, something nobody would ever bat an eye lid over and most would find endearing.
‘I’m serious Lay, we need money, I’m thinking of getting a job before we go and I think you should too’
Layla realising Sophie’s seriousness in her tone
‘We can’t have a job for that long though, by the time we get off probation pay we’ll be leaving’
‘Well then what do you suggest cos we need money fast’
‘Go online and look for science test subjects, some of them pay really good, for like hardly any work’
Sophie was actually impressed with her often more immature twin’s idea.
They scoured the internet and found a few potential hits they bookmarked, when one caught their attention.
*Need twins for science experiment.
2 hours work including paperwork and debrief.
Must be over 18 with ID provided.
Pay - $1000 each*
They both glanced at each other.
‘Well what are the fucking odds of that?’
Sophie laughed.
‘I told you, we’re gonna be rich’
Sophie sent an email to the job lister.
‘Hi, me (Sophie) and my twin (Layla) are highly interested in your listing, we turn eighteen in four days and hope you consider us for the job. I’ve attached a photo of us to prove we’re twins 🙂 that’s me on the left, and Layla on the right…or is it? 😉’
She received a reply in a matter of minutes with a pinpoint location and a simple
‘Saturday 3pm, please bring ID’
The girls birthday came and went in their excitement at earning their first pay day.
They kept it a secret as they intended to give their parents 200 each as a thank-you for keeping them rent free all those years.
They followed the map attentively until they reached a huge, modern, detached house in a quiet suburban area.
Surrounded by an extremely well kept bush perimeter.
Guarded by a decorative, white, gated fence.
‘And we’re here’
‘Looks kinda nice, maybe you can try and marry him Soph and you won’t need college’
Sophie smacked her sister as they walked to the door and rang the gold plated, greek mythology replicating door bell.
A security camera panned onto the two girls and the gate opened up.
‘Man of few words’
Sophie quipped.
A man stood at the now opened front door awaiting them.
As they drew further along the cobblestone path they could make out his appearance.
A slim statured slight man, standing not much taller than they did and a receding, greyish blonde hairline, short and unkept in nature.
Square glasses that almost magnified his small droopy eyes, a clean shaven face highlighting his thin lips.
A white buttoned up shirt with big collars, tucked in and revealing a neat black belt, holding tight to the pressed black trousers that sat covering his tidy, black dress shoes.
He must of been at least mid 40’s they thought.
‘Hiii’
The girls said in unison.
‘Hello, you must be Sophie and Layla thank you for coming’
His voice was faint and a little trembled.
The girls could tell he was nervous.
They gave one peep at each other as he guided them into his house, their thoughts were expressed clearly.
He’d probably never been around two girls as pretty as they were, whose bodies were near perfect, accentuated by their tight, black booty shorts and black tank tops revealing their cute midriffs.
They thought it’d be funny to dress the same seeing as he asked for twins.
He reacted like the nerdy schoolboys, who would desperately try to talk to them always stumbling over their words.
It gave them an egotistical sense of confidence, like they were in control.
The house was spectacularly clean.
Crisp white walls and high ceilings with minimal decorations and no clutter.
A vast difference to the dingy home life to which they were accustomed.
He led them to the living room.
A spectacular room where it seemed most of his stuff lived.
From the certificates on the walls they could determine he was a robotics engineer with a host of psychology degrees and awards alike.
A huge book case with a multitude of ranging books on sciences, psychology, robotics, nature, even classical literary pieces.
A cosy modern fireplace with a faux wood feature burning, electrically heated.
Soft looking cream sofas encompassing a wooden coffee table completed the room.
The thing that got the girls attention the most was the lack of a television.
‘Not much of a Netflix and chill kinda guy I see’
Layla directed at him.
‘No haha I don’t have much time for tv, please sit down’
He awkwardly replied.
The girls plonked themselves down onto the three piece as Mr Jenkins lowered into the matching arm chair adjacent.
‘So what exactly is this job Mr?…’
Sophie asked
‘Jenkins, but you can call me Mark’
She already knew his name from the catalogue of awards framed to his walls, but thought it polite to ask.
‘And I can’t reveal too much of the experiment without compromising the validity of the results but I can tell you some aspects. First I’m going to need to see your ID’s before I continue’
The girls completely forgot about the ID situation and proceeded to pull them out of their purses to show him.
The photos were actually of the other twin, another joke that only they would find funny.
He inspected them closely.
‘Very well, all I can tell you at this point is i am running a test where I measure various different psychological factors. All that you need to know at this point is that I need you to sign these waivers, stating that you’re willingly participating in the experiment, are healthy and of age, and willing to be restrained until the allotted time runs out. I won’t touch you or be in the room with you, your fate will be sealed entirely by your twin and vice versa, now tell me do you wish to proceed?’
The girls took a moment to process the information.
‘When you say restrained, how exactly?’
‘I’ve revealed all I can reveal without compromising the results unfortunately’
With that he pulled two waivers out of his shirt pocket placing them gently in front of the girls on the coffee table before them.
‘One more thing actually I forgot to mention’
‘You both need to be wearing a bikini’
He faintly croaked out as though he was a nervous teenager attempting to buy alcohol for the first time.
The girls peered at each other.
‘There was nothing about stripping for this experiment in the job description? And besides we don’t even have bikinis with us?!’
Layla questioned.
‘Under garments are fine’
He couldn’t bear to look up as he began digging in his trousers, pulling out a wad of cash thick full of 100 dollar bills and counting through them, setting aside $1000 and returning for the other.
Sophie looked at the heaping pile of cash in awe.
She needed that money, and besides, this man is so fragile and there’s two of them after all.
What could he possibly do?
He looks so innocent, he couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to.
Layla was clearly apprehensive at this new rule and Sophie knew she needed to ease the tension.
Looking over at her sister she mouthed
‘I might marry him’
Causing a suppressed smile from Layla.
‘Mark I need to be honest with you, we’re interested in the job, however, given this new information we would require more money due to the indecency’
Sophie attempted her most business like approach and was proud of how it sounded.
‘Understandable, how much more?’
Mark ushered, with a bit more formidability in his voice for the first time, as he laid the second pile of $1000 next to the first.
Sophie looked at Layla.
‘$1000 each’
Layla replied.
Without blinking, Mark placed the $1000 piles he counted and put them together, proceeding to count $2000 further and placing it down.
‘As soon as the waivers are signed we can proceed’
Mark produced two pens from his other pocket setting them on the waivers.
The girls were amazed at the unbothered nature of Mark to willingly part with an extra $2000 dollars.
Still apprehensive, yet gawking over the money before them.
They both picked up the pens and signed much to Mark’s delight.
Mark handed them each $2000 that they quickly put into their purses, instructing them to use the bathrooms before leading them down the hall and into an average sized hospital white room.
In it lay 2 single padded beds with strange looking grooves.
The padding appeared to be on a large encased mechanised frame, with a series of slots and what looked like fuel doors on a car, sealed with no handle.
To the girls it looked like it presumably altered positions like a hospital bed would.
A large flat tv screen mounted on the wall at the foot of the beds, and a large wall of glass.
‘If you could both strip down and lay on the beds I will leave and we can proceed with the experiment’
With that he left in a rush and the girls let out a laugh looking at each other in surprise at his haste.
Like a cartoon bomb was due to explode any second.
Mark sat in his chair clicking away at his keyboard, watching intently behind the one way glass.
They were a marvel.
Two pictures of beauty, identical in looks and nature.
He couldn’t help but gawk as their heaving breasts bounced out of their tight tank tops and they struggled to wiggle out of their booty shorts, revealing the soft, tender curves underneath.
They both wore a light blue G string, caressing their tight peachy behinds, and frilly bras that highlighted their ample breasts.
It was a sight to behold.
‘Please lay down on the beds when you’re ready’
The girls turned to the TV to see it had flashed up a white screen and was clearly hooked up to a microphone in whatever room Mark was in.
‘Someone’s impatient’
Sophie sighed to Layla.
They both lay down
‘We’re ready’
Layla conveyed sarcastically.
‘Please lay flat on your back with your legs stretched together and arms raised beside each other above your head. Slide down the bed to ensure your hands aren’t over the edge’
The girls complied as if listening to a police officer through a megaphone, barking orders.
Within a fraction of a second, leather restraints slung from the sides of the bed and affixed their hands and feet singularly down into the padded bed holding them tight.
The girls gasped at their immediate vanishing freedom.
Wiggling to understand just how much it had been stolen from them both being unable to move much at all.
‘Are you ready to begin?’
They heard from the TV.
‘Well let’s earn this money I guess’
Sophie, looking over at Layla, gestured.
‘We’re ready’
Mark began to explain the conditions in more detail.
‘This experiment is based around a few things. Number one, human instinct, empathy and boredom. Will one have restraint, compassion or save themselves. This will be in the format of a competitive game’
Both girls eyes widened as they realised they had gone from this weird money making venture together, to being against one another.
Their competitive natures set in as they listened intently.
In a moment, a large red button will appear out of the bed just below your left and right hands. A push of the buttons that are only in reach if you thrust your hands down flat simultaneously. When pushed it will activate an increase in sensations for the other person and vice versa. The only condition is once the button is pushed you will gain a point on the scoreboard that will appear on the screen in front of you. Leaving it quite simple. If you each refuse to press the buttons you’ll both win. If you decide to press buttons, the person with the lowest score wins.
This will be the last chance to opt out until the allotted time finishes, now I’ll ask again, are you ready?’
Both girls sensing the incoming excitement, their competitiveness thriving, together proudly stated
‘Yes’
‘Then let the game begin’
The microphone cut out and the TV loaded a screen.
One the left hand side was Sophie’s name, the right hand side Layla’s, underneath both had the number 0.
In the middle of the screen there was a timer that commenced counting down from one hour.
The girls peered at each other.
‘So we just lay here for an hour and both win? Seems pretty good to me’
Sophie hinted.
‘Quite relaxing actually I might take a nap’
Layla closed her eyes feigning sleep.
Suddenly they could hear a whirring sound and vibrations rise to their hands.
They both caressed their hands against the buttons to analyse how close it was within reach.
‘I’m not gonna press them’
Sophie stated.
‘Me neither’
Layla quickly jumped back.
5 minutes passed of silence before boredom struck for the high energy pair.
‘Although I am kinda interested to see what happens’
Layla quizzed.
‘Be my guest, I don’t mind beating you again’
Sophie laughed.
Layla thought to herself even if I press it, Sophie will know she can press it back for free and still win. She’s bound to press it, and anything beats how boring this is
She pushed the buttons attentively watching Sophie to see what happens.
DING
Sounded from the TV and a 1 appeared next to Layla’s name catching Sophie’s attention.
‘As if you pressed it you los-OW’
A mechanised arm appeared to her side and pinched her leg sharply before disappearing back under the bed.
Layla laughed excessively
‘Oh my god, such a baby, it was only a little pinch’
‘Oh yeah let’s see how you like it’
Exactly as Layla had anticipated.
Sophie retaliated and the same mechanised arm raised on Layla’s leg.
DING
1-1
‘Ouch’
‘Yeah not nice is it’
‘Okay bitch’
Layla pressed again.
DING
This time an arm pinched Sophie’s other leg.
‘Fuck’
Layla snorted laughing at her sister
1-2
Both girls immaturity had changed the game into inflicting surprises on the other in their boredom.
Mark took notes, closely inspecting behind the glass.
Sophie leveled the score
DING
2-2
‘Owww, okay that one actually stung’
Both girls chuckled.
This time Sophie pushed first.
DING
3-2
An arm raised near Layla’s face and a crevice appeared, periodically blowing cold air on her face.
‘Pfffffttt’
As her hair blew all over.
Sophie sniggered as Layla returned the favour.
DING
3-3
‘This is actually funny af’
Layla remarked to her sister
Sophie laughed and nodded in agreement.
DING
3-4
‘Fuck’
Sophie let out a sharp whimper which Layla couldn’t comprehend.
‘Fuck’
‘What’s even happening?’
‘It’s smacking my ass’
Fly swat like devices worked in a pattern slapping Sophie’s left and right cheek.
‘Fuck, what the fuck’
Layla started to crease laughing
‘You naughty girl you, getting spanked by a robot hahaha’
DING
4-4
‘Shit, fuck that shocked me hahah’
‘It’s not stopping hahahah’
Sophie laughed out
‘I feel like mums under this table telling me off for running down the stairs again’
Both girls cackled heartily enjoying themselves immensely at the silly games.
DING
4-5
‘Would you fucking stop’
Layla chortled at Sophie’s rage
The spanking ceased as an arm with a mini water gun shot cold water all over Sophie’s torso.
‘Ooohhhh shit that’s cold’
‘Hahahhahahaha’
DING
5-5
‘Oohhh fuck you were right haha’
‘We should get one of these for home’
‘I know right hahah’
DING
6-5
Sophie watched Layla chuckling, anticipating the next part of this silly game, when she see her eyes bulge and throw her head back into deeper laughter.
She looked around but couldn’t see anything.
‘What did it do? Hahaha’
‘ITS TICKLING ME hahahhahahah’
Layla flung herself around hopelessly.
Sophie assessed her sister’s situation and could barely see two little arms with mechanical fingers spidering around Layla’s feet.
She couldn’t help but burst into a nervous giggle.
DING
6-6
‘Oh no’
Sophie knew she was extremely ticklish, exactly like her sister, her stomach dropped as she heard the whirring faintly through her sister’s chaotic laughter.
‘FUCKCJCJ ahahahahhaha’
DING
DING
6-7
6-8
Sophie had barely had a chance to endure the tickling on her feet when two new sets of hands started tickling her.
One on her sides and another was pinching her knees.
At least the foot tickling stopped.
Layla looked on at what was to unfold, trying to concentrate through her own suffering.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, OH SHIT SHSHHSGSGSH HAHAHHAHAHAH’
Through her peals of laughter Sophie realised the sensations stacked.
When Layla pressed two she got both of them at once.
Wanting revenge and now forgetting about the scoreboard in her demise, she acted
DING
DING
DING
7-8
8-8
9-8
3 sets of hands ascended on Layla’s knees, sides and armpits as the foot tickling came to a halt.
‘FUCKCKCJCKKCKXKCJJ HAHAHAHAHHA OH SHIIITGYT HAHAHHAHAHA’
Sophie grinned through her already tumultuous cackling as her sister was definitely now getting it worse than she was.
‘HAHAHHAHAHA THIS IS HAHAHA TOO MUCH AHAHHAHA’
‘WHATS AHAHAHAH WRONG LAYLA HAHAHAHAH CANT HANDLE AHAHAHSH A LITTLE TICKHAHSHSHLING?’
Layla had to level the playing field, although accidentally gave her sister a slight reprieve much to her annoyance.
DING
9-9
The tickling on Sophie’s knees and sides stopped and began on her helpless armpits.
‘Hahahahhahahahhahahahahha’
Both girls laughed away when the TV made an alarm sound.
30 minutes remaining, from this point onwards, any sensation that’s advanced will remain until the allotted time runs out. Now for the bonus intensity amplifier round, in 3 seconds the buttons will become active for a 10 second duration. If you press the buttons in that time the intensity will temporarily increase for both parties, however in return the person who presses the button will have their score decreased by one, and as a bonus, the winner of the overall game will win a further $1000, 3, 2, 1, GO
Marks voice rang out loud, drowning out the laughter of the twins.
He spoke with a newfound confidence and vigour much like a game show host.
Layla couldn’t fathom pressing the button, she was already in enough of a situation as it was, she couldn’t risk adding more to it even if it gained her a measly point.
Sophie on the other hand see dollar signs.
She was laughing but nowhere near as hysterically as Layla.
10
The countdown began as she thought to herself.
9
Ahh what do I do
8
Can I deal with more intense
7
It is a lot of money
6
No I’m way too ticklish
5
But she’s suffering more and I get ahead
4
She’ll push it anyway to be a bitch
3
Ahh it’s too much money
2
DING
8-9
All hands on both girls ceased and a countdown timer started on the screen.
5
Layla choked catching her breath causing a splutter.
4
Sophie lay, her breath exaggerated and recovering.
3
‘Why tickling?’
Layla gasped
2
‘Aww is someone too tickly, looks like I’ll win’
Sophie taunted.
She was suffering immensely but now couldn’t stop thinking about the extra money.
1
Both girls braced themselves holding their breath, awaiting the impending sensation increase.
ttstkkkkkkssskkkkkk
Mechanical arms appeared spraying a sticky substance over their soft bare feet causing a tingling sensation.
‘Oh no I hate sun crea-MMMMMMM HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA’
‘FUCKCKCJH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA’
Both girls struggled chaotically as two new arms appeared, scrubbing what felt like a thousand soft prickles over their powerless and now hyper sensitive soles.
Mark observed excitedly as the hairbrush contraption delivered devastating results.
Sophie yanked and twisted with all her might.
Layla jerking and pulling with just as much vigour.
The clock seemed to stand still for these helpless beauties.
DING
9-9
Sophie did her best to resist giving up her lead, but knowing Layla had suffered more than her with the combinations up to this point, she could use the next intensity amplifier round to lose another point while increasing Layla’s torture once more.
Layla did her best to regain her composure, tilting her head frenziedly, searching for the next source of attack.
A set of arms raised from the foot of the bed with fingers that drew themselves inwards, landing and digging in with vice like power and precision on her delicate inner thighs.
‘YEEOOEOEWWW WWHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
Sophie panicked, she didn’t consider that this would be a targeted spot, Layla had tickled her there during a play fight leading her to understand it was in fact her worst spot, on an already deeply sensitive body.
Layla crumbled disjointedly laughing and doing everything she could to escape, when she remembered the very thing Sophie was now thinking about.
DING
9-10
Sophie trembled through laughter as the whirring sound and hands located her desperate thighs.
‘FUCKCKCJCKCKKX BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHABHABAHABAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA’
Both girls roared wildly, unable to get a word out to each other as the hands delved with disastrous deliberations.
Tears of laughter began to stream from the pair.
alarm rings out
20 minutes remaining, time for another intensity amplifier round, beware, if buttons are pressed this round it will leave both parties completely naked and vulnerable for the oncoming sensation increase. Although this time for a 2 point deduction. In 3 seconds the buttons will become active for a 10 second duration, 3, 2, 1, AWAY WE GOOO
10
DING
9-8
Layla hadn’t hesitated a microsecond pressing repeatedly before the timer struck.
She was terrified of both naked on show in front of this strange man, much as Sophie was.
Defeated only by her desire to change her current predicament like the first intensity amplifier round had done.
Sophie couldn’t believe her eyes, her plan had backfired as her sister got the jump on her.
The brushing arms ceased as the girls lay there.
Hot, bothered and clutching for the oxygen in the room as if underwater, dragged down by a weight at their ankles.
‘Holy fuck that’s intense’
Layla managed to utter out as the whirring sounds commenced.
Four arms raised, two that grabbed both their bras and G strings and pulled them upright stretching the material to its limit.
Two that were holding scissors that snipped through the material, leading to the grabbing hands snatching the rubbished material away.
The girls goose bumped under the cold air striking their vulnerabilities.
Sheening with sweat, their bellies up and down as though an invisible figure was using them as a trampoline, harvesting as much oxygen as they could in the temporary respite.
They could hardly focus on the fact their neat shaved pussies laid bare along with their heaving shapely breasts.
Without a blink, six sets of arms appeared on each girl, all with a feather that to the girls would have struck with the devastation of knives.
One set of arms towards the smooth and sweaty armpits, wandering in the deep hollows aimlessly.
The second set circling the tenderness of their small newly exposed nipples.
The third set rhythmically stroking up and down their sides.
The fourth set gliding in and out of their soft inner thighs reaching around their slits.
The fifth set twisting around brutally under their knees.
The final set swirling in and around their toes.
The girls entered another level of mayhem.
‘HHAHAHAHSHVSVSS FUCK ME HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
‘SHIIITBTBTRT TBHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHABHSHSHSHSHS OH MY GOAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
The girls laughter blended ceaselessly.
Layla for the first time sensing an upper hand as her sister’s worst spot was being exposed while hers was yet to be found despite her already prolonged effective torture.
That, coupled with the fact she sensed her sister tried to push her over the edge with her combination tactics, she wanted revenge.
DING
DING
9-9
9-10
Sophie suffering in her predicament couldn’t help but get tears in her eyes, as two sets of arms raised up to her body.
One landing and dancing over her belly circling in and around and briefly into the button before scribbling around the surface and repeating.
The other pinching her hips with firmness.
‘YOOEE ENEJEHEHHEHEHAHAHAHAH’
Her laughter rose an octave as the already knife inflicting feathers teased her body, combined with these new arms marauding her weakening, sensitive body.
Layla almost took on a pale white as she saw the hands land on her sister’s body.
Her most vulnerable spot would be discovered and she knew it.
Sophie would target her belly often catching her off guard, knowing the fact.
Without a moment to panic in her foreshadowed situation.
DING
10-10
The set of arms ascended onto Layla’s belly and danced around with the same tenacity in tandem with the feathers that Sophie endured.
‘FUCKCKCJCKCKCKCJ HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA’
Laughter centred into a blurred mess of noise, echoing around the room from the two girls incessantly.
Their boobs bouncing as they swam around in their restraints as much as possible.
Mark goggled in awe.
alarm rings out
10 minutes remaining, time for the next intensity amplifier round, this time if pressed, both users will be brought to orgasm to the reward of a 3 point deduction for the presser, you know the rest, 3, 2, 1, let the countdown begin
Under their suffering they thought hard.
10
They both dreaded the notion of being brought to orgasm in front of this stranger however exposed they currently were, this would make it ten times worse.
9
Sophie flirted with the idea of the extra money on offer once more.
8
Layla wasn’t sure if she had got enough revenge on her sister without worsening her own punishment.
7
Sophie spent the money mentally as she grew fonder of the idea.
6
Layla pondered the cash prize for herself
5
Sophie lost herself under the ticklish onslaught*
4
DING
The tickling stopped.
10-7
Layla had taken the plunge at the expense of herself.
Both girls were now exhausted, their cheeks a deep red, gasping as much as their lungs allowed, their tight model like bodies glistening from sweat.
Their nipples stood firm and pointed from the feathers working their laughter inducing magic as they lay, agonisingly hypothesising the next sensation.
Mere seconds passed as an arm raised between their legs and planted itself onto their exposed womanhood.
buzzzzzzzzz
It began vibrating harshly, eliciting a longing moan from the twins.
‘Ooooohhhh fuck’
Layla whimpered.
‘Ohhh my goodddd’
Sophie groaned.
The paddles that spanked their asses some time ago resumed.
‘Ahhh fuck’
‘Mmmmmm ooohh’
The girls were descending into ecstasy when
the sets of arms previously on their feet ascended again, this time with a more slow, deliberate dragging around their hopeless soles.
‘Ohhhhh ahahahahaha Mmmm’
‘Fuckkkkkkk mmmm ahahahah’
Their voices fusing into a symphony of sexual energy, indistinguishable from each other as their pussies were now puffy and damp under the impassioned vibrations.
‘Fuck this haha is alot hahaha’
Sophie mumbled.
‘What’s wrong Soph hahahah, Can’t handle ahaha little tickling?’
Layla replied cruelly.
DING
DING
DING
DING
10-8
10-9
10-10
10-11
Sophie’s eyes bulged as four sets of arms descended onto her.
Digging into her belly.
Ravaging her inner thighs.
Rapidly scribbling around her armpits.
Sliding up and down her sides.
‘FUCKCKCJCKCKKXKKCJCKKCKCKCKCJCJ AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Sophie plunged into madness.
‘OHHHH SHAHHAHAHAHAHSHIITTTTT’
She flopped extensively, crumbling under the now completely unbearable tickling.
She had to do something to antagonise Layla and make her suffer too, but she knew she needed the money, she knew she could kill two birds with one stone if she was smart.
DING
11-11
Layla gasped, not expecting Sophie’s reply.
A set of hands destroyed her most ticklish belly once more.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHBSHA SHIITIRIIRIRJRRTT’
Both girls dissolved under the monstrous mechanisms.
The sensory overload was undeniable.
The competitiveness of it all, the torture, the vibrations, the desperation, the peculiarity of the situation.
It was all too much.
Layla began to moan through her laughter once more as the vibrations engulfed her senses.
‘HAHAHAHHA OHHHHHH AHAHAHSH FUCKKKK OOOHHHHH’
She was beginning to flail less and raise her hips steadily embracing the vibrations into her soul.
‘FUCKCCKKKKK OH MY GOOOOODIDDDDD’
She let out an ear shattering orgasm, leaving her body temporarily shuddering and squirming.
‘OHHHHHHH SHIIIITTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA MAKE IT STOHOHOHOHOPPPPP YOUUUU GOTTA HAHAHAHHA STOOPOHHHPPPP’
Her body’s sensitivity had increased drastically after climaxing.
The torture between the two girls was leveling once more.
A voice recording echoed from the TV.
I need you to sign these waivers stating that you’re willingly participating in the experiment, are healthy and of age, and willing to be restrained until the allotted time runs out
Mark had recorded the conversation they had earlier, both girls realised their hopes of this finishing before the timer runs out had evaporated.
They both looked at the screen to check their torture timer.
05:23
It was almost over, and far too long all at once.
They howled away limitlessly.
Sophie’s own situation was heightening.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA OHHHHH HAHAHAHAHHAHA’
She let out a brief moan as her pussy began to ache as the uncompromising vibrations took full effect despite her torture induced state.
It grew immeasurably until it embodied her.
‘HAHAHHAHAHA OHHHHH OHHHHH MY GOOODDDDDD HAHAHAH OHHHH HAHAHAHAHAH OHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK’
Her body quivered and trembled as a thunderous orgasm left her lips.
At the height of her bliss she had tensed all parts of her body and slumped thereafter.
DING
12-11
Sophie disintegrated under the knowledge she had accidentally pressed the buttons from her reactions.
A set of arms appeared that wreaked havoc on her now hyper sensitive inner thighs in conjunction with her terribly ticklish belly.
‘FUKCCKCCJCKCK YOUUU AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHSH’
She melted under the change in pressure while checking the timer.
00:30
Sophie could have punched herself.
Layla knew she only had to hold on ever so briefly for what felt like another hour to beat her bratty sister.
alarm sounds
The game is now over
The tickling ceased as the girls crashed dramatically, hoarse and sore with laughter, panting.
A loading screen entered before displaying
Layla wins
Big bold letters and underlined, with balloons rising all over the screen.
Sophie couldn’t even look.
‘Well would you look at that’
Layla rattled out through staggered breath.
Far from humble in victory.
The restraints dismantled, leaving both girls clutching their wrists and accustoming to their freedom.
They lay exacerbated for a few minutes recovering, before fanning themselves down and dressing.
They left the room calling out to Mark who was nowhere to be seen.
In the living room sat a thankyou note with two envelopes, each labelled with the girls names.
Sophie’s contained a further $1000 and Layla’s $2000 with a party popper inside.
The girls collecting their belongings left the house.
Popppp
‘Thank-you! Thank-you! it’s an honour’
Layla toyed with her sister.
‘You know you won by accident bitch’
‘Yeah right, fuck was that intense though?!’
‘That was insane, I can barely speak’
Both girls laughed sorely.
‘I’ve got to say though’
Sophie shyly avoiding eye contact muttered.
‘That it was actually quite fun’
Layla intervened.
‘Right!’
Sophie sprang, elated at the joint outlook.
‘Say we message him when we get home same time against next week’
‘All I’m saying is if he says yes you’re fucking losing bad this time’
Pushing Layla playfully as the girls walked home, glowing in their dopamine fuelled bodies, flushed with cash and confusingly, satisfaction.
I had an idea driving home and had to spend some time bringing it to life.
Incredibly long story but hopefully you all enjoy it.
No chapters as I prefer the story to be lived in when I read, as opposed to the reminder by way of chapter headings.
Please let me know your thoughts.
Terribly ticklish twins.
‘Girls breakfast’s ready’
Footsteps hammered down the stairs as two girls raced through them.
‘Will you two stop stomping on my stairs, you’re gonna break them one day’
‘Maybe Sophie’s fat ass will’
Layla jested.
‘Just cos you got dad’s ass bitch’
Sophie replied.
Both girls laughed at the banter thrown between them, even their mom joined in.
It was their nature to mock each other constantly, however little sense it made.
See they were identical twins, and close twins at that.
They practically ate the same foods, went to the gym together and did almost everything else together.
The only thing that separated them was infact another similarity.
Their competitiveness.
They would stop at no end to prove their superiority over the other as extra ammo to use against them later.
All in jest, nonetheless, they both felt it cup deep when one of them was victorious.
How do you lose to an exact copy of yourself after all?
‘By the way girls, I hope you know that in four days time you can start making your own breakfast’s as I won’t be anymore’
They both in unison taunted
‘We knowwwww mum’
They were turning eighteen and their mum had made it clear they were no longer going to be ‘babied’ as she put it, and they’ll have to start doing things for themselves.
She worked hard to give them a good life, but as a result they were sometimes immature, without the same life skills she had at that age, and she intended to change that.
After all they were college bound in a matter of months and she couldn’t be there for them all the time.
After the girls finished eating they returned to their room.
That’s right, they even shared a room.
Not by choice however.
They were from a poor family of Swedish descent who had traveled to the States in search of a better life.
They got by, but not with much.
Sophie sat there pondering.
‘What ya thinking about Soph?’
‘College, mum always says it’s the best years of your life and don’t waste them, but how are we supposed to make the most of our time there without any money?’
Layla while checking herself out in the mirror joked
‘Well I am thinking of starting an only fans actually’
Poking her bum out for emphasis.
Sophie considered this as an option momentarily.
She knew they had the potential.
Both girls were never short of suitors in their lives after all.
Long flowing, yellowish blonde hair with slight natural curls. Crystal clear blue eyes. Smooth, silky, pale skin that always looked slightly cold. Stood at 5’2, DD cup breasts, slim waists and a naturally large, round, perky bum forming a curvaceous hour glass figure.
They had slightly rounded faces, but long natural eyelashes and plump lips that gave them a glamour they flaunted.
Dainty little size 3 feet with high arches.
They looked good and they knew it.
The only thing they hated about themselves was their slight pudgy belly, something nobody would ever bat an eye lid over and most would find endearing.
‘I’m serious Lay, we need money, I’m thinking of getting a job before we go and I think you should too’
Layla realising Sophie’s seriousness in her tone
‘We can’t have a job for that long though, by the time we get off probation pay we’ll be leaving’
‘Well then what do you suggest cos we need money fast’
‘Go online and look for science test subjects, some of them pay really good, for like hardly any work’
Sophie was actually impressed with her often more immature twin’s idea.
They scoured the internet and found a few potential hits they bookmarked, when one caught their attention.
*Need twins for science experiment.
2 hours work including paperwork and debrief.
Must be over 18 with ID provided.
Pay - $1000 each*
They both glanced at each other.
‘Well what are the fucking odds of that?’
Sophie laughed.
‘I told you, we’re gonna be rich’
Sophie sent an email to the job lister.
‘Hi, me (Sophie) and my twin (Layla) are highly interested in your listing, we turn eighteen in four days and hope you consider us for the job. I’ve attached a photo of us to prove we’re twins 🙂 that’s me on the left, and Layla on the right…or is it? 😉’
She received a reply in a matter of minutes with a pinpoint location and a simple
‘Saturday 3pm, please bring ID’
The girls birthday came and went in their excitement at earning their first pay day.
They kept it a secret as they intended to give their parents 200 each as a thank-you for keeping them rent free all those years.
They followed the map attentively until they reached a huge, modern, detached house in a quiet suburban area.
Surrounded by an extremely well kept bush perimeter.
Guarded by a decorative, white, gated fence.
‘And we’re here’
‘Looks kinda nice, maybe you can try and marry him Soph and you won’t need college’
Sophie smacked her sister as they walked to the door and rang the gold plated, greek mythology replicating door bell.
A security camera panned onto the two girls and the gate opened up.
‘Man of few words’
Sophie quipped.
A man stood at the now opened front door awaiting them.
As they drew further along the cobblestone path they could make out his appearance.
A slim statured slight man, standing not much taller than they did and a receding, greyish blonde hairline, short and unkept in nature.
Square glasses that almost magnified his small droopy eyes, a clean shaven face highlighting his thin lips.
A white buttoned up shirt with big collars, tucked in and revealing a neat black belt, holding tight to the pressed black trousers that sat covering his tidy, black dress shoes.
He must of been at least mid 40’s they thought.
‘Hiii’
The girls said in unison.
‘Hello, you must be Sophie and Layla thank you for coming’
His voice was faint and a little trembled.
The girls could tell he was nervous.
They gave one peep at each other as he guided them into his house, their thoughts were expressed clearly.
He’d probably never been around two girls as pretty as they were, whose bodies were near perfect, accentuated by their tight, black booty shorts and black tank tops revealing their cute midriffs.
They thought it’d be funny to dress the same seeing as he asked for twins.
He reacted like the nerdy schoolboys, who would desperately try to talk to them always stumbling over their words.
It gave them an egotistical sense of confidence, like they were in control.
The house was spectacularly clean.
Crisp white walls and high ceilings with minimal decorations and no clutter.
A vast difference to the dingy home life to which they were accustomed.
He led them to the living room.
A spectacular room where it seemed most of his stuff lived.
From the certificates on the walls they could determine he was a robotics engineer with a host of psychology degrees and awards alike.
A huge book case with a multitude of ranging books on sciences, psychology, robotics, nature, even classical literary pieces.
A cosy modern fireplace with a faux wood feature burning, electrically heated.
Soft looking cream sofas encompassing a wooden coffee table completed the room.
The thing that got the girls attention the most was the lack of a television.
‘Not much of a Netflix and chill kinda guy I see’
Layla directed at him.
‘No haha I don’t have much time for tv, please sit down’
He awkwardly replied.
The girls plonked themselves down onto the three piece as Mr Jenkins lowered into the matching arm chair adjacent.
‘So what exactly is this job Mr?…’
Sophie asked
‘Jenkins, but you can call me Mark’
She already knew his name from the catalogue of awards framed to his walls, but thought it polite to ask.
‘And I can’t reveal too much of the experiment without compromising the validity of the results but I can tell you some aspects. First I’m going to need to see your ID’s before I continue’
The girls completely forgot about the ID situation and proceeded to pull them out of their purses to show him.
The photos were actually of the other twin, another joke that only they would find funny.
He inspected them closely.
‘Very well, all I can tell you at this point is i am running a test where I measure various different psychological factors. All that you need to know at this point is that I need you to sign these waivers, stating that you’re willingly participating in the experiment, are healthy and of age, and willing to be restrained until the allotted time runs out. I won’t touch you or be in the room with you, your fate will be sealed entirely by your twin and vice versa, now tell me do you wish to proceed?’
The girls took a moment to process the information.
‘When you say restrained, how exactly?’
‘I’ve revealed all I can reveal without compromising the results unfortunately’
With that he pulled two waivers out of his shirt pocket placing them gently in front of the girls on the coffee table before them.
‘One more thing actually I forgot to mention’
‘You both need to be wearing a bikini’
He faintly croaked out as though he was a nervous teenager attempting to buy alcohol for the first time.
The girls peered at each other.
‘There was nothing about stripping for this experiment in the job description? And besides we don’t even have bikinis with us?!’
Layla questioned.
‘Under garments are fine’
He couldn’t bear to look up as he began digging in his trousers, pulling out a wad of cash thick full of 100 dollar bills and counting through them, setting aside $1000 and returning for the other.
Sophie looked at the heaping pile of cash in awe.
She needed that money, and besides, this man is so fragile and there’s two of them after all.
What could he possibly do?
He looks so innocent, he couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to.
Layla was clearly apprehensive at this new rule and Sophie knew she needed to ease the tension.
Looking over at her sister she mouthed
‘I might marry him’
Causing a suppressed smile from Layla.
‘Mark I need to be honest with you, we’re interested in the job, however, given this new information we would require more money due to the indecency’
Sophie attempted her most business like approach and was proud of how it sounded.
‘Understandable, how much more?’
Mark ushered, with a bit more formidability in his voice for the first time, as he laid the second pile of $1000 next to the first.
Sophie looked at Layla.
‘$1000 each’
Layla replied.
Without blinking, Mark placed the $1000 piles he counted and put them together, proceeding to count $2000 further and placing it down.
‘As soon as the waivers are signed we can proceed’
Mark produced two pens from his other pocket setting them on the waivers.
The girls were amazed at the unbothered nature of Mark to willingly part with an extra $2000 dollars.
Still apprehensive, yet gawking over the money before them.
They both picked up the pens and signed much to Mark’s delight.
Mark handed them each $2000 that they quickly put into their purses, instructing them to use the bathrooms before leading them down the hall and into an average sized hospital white room.
In it lay 2 single padded beds with strange looking grooves.
The padding appeared to be on a large encased mechanised frame, with a series of slots and what looked like fuel doors on a car, sealed with no handle.
To the girls it looked like it presumably altered positions like a hospital bed would.
A large flat tv screen mounted on the wall at the foot of the beds, and a large wall of glass.
‘If you could both strip down and lay on the beds I will leave and we can proceed with the experiment’
With that he left in a rush and the girls let out a laugh looking at each other in surprise at his haste.
Like a cartoon bomb was due to explode any second.
Mark sat in his chair clicking away at his keyboard, watching intently behind the one way glass.
They were a marvel.
Two pictures of beauty, identical in looks and nature.
He couldn’t help but gawk as their heaving breasts bounced out of their tight tank tops and they struggled to wiggle out of their booty shorts, revealing the soft, tender curves underneath.
They both wore a light blue G string, caressing their tight peachy behinds, and frilly bras that highlighted their ample breasts.
It was a sight to behold.
‘Please lay down on the beds when you’re ready’
The girls turned to the TV to see it had flashed up a white screen and was clearly hooked up to a microphone in whatever room Mark was in.
‘Someone’s impatient’
Sophie sighed to Layla.
They both lay down
‘We’re ready’
Layla conveyed sarcastically.
‘Please lay flat on your back with your legs stretched together and arms raised beside each other above your head. Slide down the bed to ensure your hands aren’t over the edge’
The girls complied as if listening to a police officer through a megaphone, barking orders.
Within a fraction of a second, leather restraints slung from the sides of the bed and affixed their hands and feet singularly down into the padded bed holding them tight.
The girls gasped at their immediate vanishing freedom.
Wiggling to understand just how much it had been stolen from them both being unable to move much at all.
‘Are you ready to begin?’
They heard from the TV.
‘Well let’s earn this money I guess’
Sophie, looking over at Layla, gestured.
‘We’re ready’
Mark began to explain the conditions in more detail.
‘This experiment is based around a few things. Number one, human instinct, empathy and boredom. Will one have restraint, compassion or save themselves. This will be in the format of a competitive game’
Both girls eyes widened as they realised they had gone from this weird money making venture together, to being against one another.
Their competitive natures set in as they listened intently.
In a moment, a large red button will appear out of the bed just below your left and right hands. A push of the buttons that are only in reach if you thrust your hands down flat simultaneously. When pushed it will activate an increase in sensations for the other person and vice versa. The only condition is once the button is pushed you will gain a point on the scoreboard that will appear on the screen in front of you. Leaving it quite simple. If you each refuse to press the buttons you’ll both win. If you decide to press buttons, the person with the lowest score wins.
This will be the last chance to opt out until the allotted time finishes, now I’ll ask again, are you ready?’
Both girls sensing the incoming excitement, their competitiveness thriving, together proudly stated
‘Yes’
‘Then let the game begin’
The microphone cut out and the TV loaded a screen.
One the left hand side was Sophie’s name, the right hand side Layla’s, underneath both had the number 0.
In the middle of the screen there was a timer that commenced counting down from one hour.
The girls peered at each other.
‘So we just lay here for an hour and both win? Seems pretty good to me’
Sophie hinted.
‘Quite relaxing actually I might take a nap’
Layla closed her eyes feigning sleep.
Suddenly they could hear a whirring sound and vibrations rise to their hands.
They both caressed their hands against the buttons to analyse how close it was within reach.
‘I’m not gonna press them’
Sophie stated.
‘Me neither’
Layla quickly jumped back.
5 minutes passed of silence before boredom struck for the high energy pair.
‘Although I am kinda interested to see what happens’
Layla quizzed.
‘Be my guest, I don’t mind beating you again’
Sophie laughed.
Layla thought to herself even if I press it, Sophie will know she can press it back for free and still win. She’s bound to press it, and anything beats how boring this is
She pushed the buttons attentively watching Sophie to see what happens.
DING
Sounded from the TV and a 1 appeared next to Layla’s name catching Sophie’s attention.
‘As if you pressed it you los-OW’
A mechanised arm appeared to her side and pinched her leg sharply before disappearing back under the bed.
Layla laughed excessively
‘Oh my god, such a baby, it was only a little pinch’
‘Oh yeah let’s see how you like it’
Exactly as Layla had anticipated.
Sophie retaliated and the same mechanised arm raised on Layla’s leg.
DING
1-1
‘Ouch’
‘Yeah not nice is it’
‘Okay bitch’
Layla pressed again.
DING
This time an arm pinched Sophie’s other leg.
‘Fuck’
Layla snorted laughing at her sister
1-2
Both girls immaturity had changed the game into inflicting surprises on the other in their boredom.
Mark took notes, closely inspecting behind the glass.
Sophie leveled the score
DING
2-2
‘Owww, okay that one actually stung’
Both girls chuckled.
This time Sophie pushed first.
DING
3-2
An arm raised near Layla’s face and a crevice appeared, periodically blowing cold air on her face.
‘Pfffffttt’
As her hair blew all over.
Sophie sniggered as Layla returned the favour.
DING
3-3
‘This is actually funny af’
Layla remarked to her sister
Sophie laughed and nodded in agreement.
DING
3-4
‘Fuck’
Sophie let out a sharp whimper which Layla couldn’t comprehend.
‘Fuck’
‘What’s even happening?’
‘It’s smacking my ass’
Fly swat like devices worked in a pattern slapping Sophie’s left and right cheek.
‘Fuck, what the fuck’
Layla started to crease laughing
‘You naughty girl you, getting spanked by a robot hahaha’
DING
4-4
‘Shit, fuck that shocked me hahah’
‘It’s not stopping hahahah’
Sophie laughed out
‘I feel like mums under this table telling me off for running down the stairs again’
Both girls cackled heartily enjoying themselves immensely at the silly games.
DING
4-5
‘Would you fucking stop’
Layla chortled at Sophie’s rage
The spanking ceased as an arm with a mini water gun shot cold water all over Sophie’s torso.
‘Ooohhhh shit that’s cold’
‘Hahahhahahaha’
DING
5-5
‘Oohhh fuck you were right haha’
‘We should get one of these for home’
‘I know right hahah’
DING
6-5
Sophie watched Layla chuckling, anticipating the next part of this silly game, when she see her eyes bulge and throw her head back into deeper laughter.
She looked around but couldn’t see anything.
‘What did it do? Hahaha’
‘ITS TICKLING ME hahahhahahah’
Layla flung herself around hopelessly.
Sophie assessed her sister’s situation and could barely see two little arms with mechanical fingers spidering around Layla’s feet.
She couldn’t help but burst into a nervous giggle.
DING
6-6
‘Oh no’
Sophie knew she was extremely ticklish, exactly like her sister, her stomach dropped as she heard the whirring faintly through her sister’s chaotic laughter.
‘FUCKCJCJ ahahahahhaha’
DING
DING
6-7
6-8
Sophie had barely had a chance to endure the tickling on her feet when two new sets of hands started tickling her.
One on her sides and another was pinching her knees.
At least the foot tickling stopped.
Layla looked on at what was to unfold, trying to concentrate through her own suffering.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, OH SHIT SHSHHSGSGSH HAHAHHAHAHAH’
Through her peals of laughter Sophie realised the sensations stacked.
When Layla pressed two she got both of them at once.
Wanting revenge and now forgetting about the scoreboard in her demise, she acted
DING
DING
DING
7-8
8-8
9-8
3 sets of hands ascended on Layla’s knees, sides and armpits as the foot tickling came to a halt.
‘FUCKCKCJCKKCKXKCJJ HAHAHAHAHHA OH SHIIITGYT HAHAHHAHAHA’
Sophie grinned through her already tumultuous cackling as her sister was definitely now getting it worse than she was.
‘HAHAHHAHAHA THIS IS HAHAHA TOO MUCH AHAHHAHA’
‘WHATS AHAHAHAH WRONG LAYLA HAHAHAHAH CANT HANDLE AHAHAHSH A LITTLE TICKHAHSHSHLING?’
Layla had to level the playing field, although accidentally gave her sister a slight reprieve much to her annoyance.
DING
9-9
The tickling on Sophie’s knees and sides stopped and began on her helpless armpits.
‘Hahahahhahahahhahahahahha’
Both girls laughed away when the TV made an alarm sound.
30 minutes remaining, from this point onwards, any sensation that’s advanced will remain until the allotted time runs out. Now for the bonus intensity amplifier round, in 3 seconds the buttons will become active for a 10 second duration. If you press the buttons in that time the intensity will temporarily increase for both parties, however in return the person who presses the button will have their score decreased by one, and as a bonus, the winner of the overall game will win a further $1000, 3, 2, 1, GO
Marks voice rang out loud, drowning out the laughter of the twins.
He spoke with a newfound confidence and vigour much like a game show host.
Layla couldn’t fathom pressing the button, she was already in enough of a situation as it was, she couldn’t risk adding more to it even if it gained her a measly point.
Sophie on the other hand see dollar signs.
She was laughing but nowhere near as hysterically as Layla.
10
The countdown began as she thought to herself.
9
Ahh what do I do
8
Can I deal with more intense
7
It is a lot of money
6
No I’m way too ticklish
5
But she’s suffering more and I get ahead
4
She’ll push it anyway to be a bitch
3
Ahh it’s too much money
2
DING
8-9
All hands on both girls ceased and a countdown timer started on the screen.
5
Layla choked catching her breath causing a splutter.
4
Sophie lay, her breath exaggerated and recovering.
3
‘Why tickling?’
Layla gasped
2
‘Aww is someone too tickly, looks like I’ll win’
Sophie taunted.
She was suffering immensely but now couldn’t stop thinking about the extra money.
1
Both girls braced themselves holding their breath, awaiting the impending sensation increase.
ttstkkkkkkssskkkkkk
Mechanical arms appeared spraying a sticky substance over their soft bare feet causing a tingling sensation.
‘Oh no I hate sun crea-MMMMMMM HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA’
‘FUCKCKCJH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA’
Both girls struggled chaotically as two new arms appeared, scrubbing what felt like a thousand soft prickles over their powerless and now hyper sensitive soles.
Mark observed excitedly as the hairbrush contraption delivered devastating results.
Sophie yanked and twisted with all her might.
Layla jerking and pulling with just as much vigour.
The clock seemed to stand still for these helpless beauties.
DING
9-9
Sophie did her best to resist giving up her lead, but knowing Layla had suffered more than her with the combinations up to this point, she could use the next intensity amplifier round to lose another point while increasing Layla’s torture once more.
Layla did her best to regain her composure, tilting her head frenziedly, searching for the next source of attack.
A set of arms raised from the foot of the bed with fingers that drew themselves inwards, landing and digging in with vice like power and precision on her delicate inner thighs.
‘YEEOOEOEWWW WWHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
Sophie panicked, she didn’t consider that this would be a targeted spot, Layla had tickled her there during a play fight leading her to understand it was in fact her worst spot, on an already deeply sensitive body.
Layla crumbled disjointedly laughing and doing everything she could to escape, when she remembered the very thing Sophie was now thinking about.
DING
9-10
Sophie trembled through laughter as the whirring sound and hands located her desperate thighs.
‘FUCKCKCJCKCKKX BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHABHABAHABAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA’
Both girls roared wildly, unable to get a word out to each other as the hands delved with disastrous deliberations.
Tears of laughter began to stream from the pair.
alarm rings out
20 minutes remaining, time for another intensity amplifier round, beware, if buttons are pressed this round it will leave both parties completely naked and vulnerable for the oncoming sensation increase. Although this time for a 2 point deduction. In 3 seconds the buttons will become active for a 10 second duration, 3, 2, 1, AWAY WE GOOO
10
DING
9-8
Layla hadn’t hesitated a microsecond pressing repeatedly before the timer struck.
She was terrified of both naked on show in front of this strange man, much as Sophie was.
Defeated only by her desire to change her current predicament like the first intensity amplifier round had done.
Sophie couldn’t believe her eyes, her plan had backfired as her sister got the jump on her.
The brushing arms ceased as the girls lay there.
Hot, bothered and clutching for the oxygen in the room as if underwater, dragged down by a weight at their ankles.
‘Holy fuck that’s intense’
Layla managed to utter out as the whirring sounds commenced.
Four arms raised, two that grabbed both their bras and G strings and pulled them upright stretching the material to its limit.
Two that were holding scissors that snipped through the material, leading to the grabbing hands snatching the rubbished material away.
The girls goose bumped under the cold air striking their vulnerabilities.
Sheening with sweat, their bellies up and down as though an invisible figure was using them as a trampoline, harvesting as much oxygen as they could in the temporary respite.
They could hardly focus on the fact their neat shaved pussies laid bare along with their heaving shapely breasts.
Without a blink, six sets of arms appeared on each girl, all with a feather that to the girls would have struck with the devastation of knives.
One set of arms towards the smooth and sweaty armpits, wandering in the deep hollows aimlessly.
The second set circling the tenderness of their small newly exposed nipples.
The third set rhythmically stroking up and down their sides.
The fourth set gliding in and out of their soft inner thighs reaching around their slits.
The fifth set twisting around brutally under their knees.
The final set swirling in and around their toes.
The girls entered another level of mayhem.
‘HHAHAHAHSHVSVSS FUCK ME HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
‘SHIIITBTBTRT TBHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHABHSHSHSHSHS OH MY GOAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
The girls laughter blended ceaselessly.
Layla for the first time sensing an upper hand as her sister’s worst spot was being exposed while hers was yet to be found despite her already prolonged effective torture.
That, coupled with the fact she sensed her sister tried to push her over the edge with her combination tactics, she wanted revenge.
DING
DING
9-9
9-10
Sophie suffering in her predicament couldn’t help but get tears in her eyes, as two sets of arms raised up to her body.
One landing and dancing over her belly circling in and around and briefly into the button before scribbling around the surface and repeating.
The other pinching her hips with firmness.
‘YOOEE ENEJEHEHHEHEHAHAHAHAH’
Her laughter rose an octave as the already knife inflicting feathers teased her body, combined with these new arms marauding her weakening, sensitive body.
Layla almost took on a pale white as she saw the hands land on her sister’s body.
Her most vulnerable spot would be discovered and she knew it.
Sophie would target her belly often catching her off guard, knowing the fact.
Without a moment to panic in her foreshadowed situation.
DING
10-10
The set of arms ascended onto Layla’s belly and danced around with the same tenacity in tandem with the feathers that Sophie endured.
‘FUCKCKCJCKCKCKCJ HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA’
Laughter centred into a blurred mess of noise, echoing around the room from the two girls incessantly.
Their boobs bouncing as they swam around in their restraints as much as possible.
Mark goggled in awe.
alarm rings out
10 minutes remaining, time for the next intensity amplifier round, this time if pressed, both users will be brought to orgasm to the reward of a 3 point deduction for the presser, you know the rest, 3, 2, 1, let the countdown begin
Under their suffering they thought hard.
10
They both dreaded the notion of being brought to orgasm in front of this stranger however exposed they currently were, this would make it ten times worse.
9
Sophie flirted with the idea of the extra money on offer once more.
8
Layla wasn’t sure if she had got enough revenge on her sister without worsening her own punishment.
7
Sophie spent the money mentally as she grew fonder of the idea.
6
Layla pondered the cash prize for herself
5
Sophie lost herself under the ticklish onslaught*
4
DING
The tickling stopped.
10-7
Layla had taken the plunge at the expense of herself.
Both girls were now exhausted, their cheeks a deep red, gasping as much as their lungs allowed, their tight model like bodies glistening from sweat.
Their nipples stood firm and pointed from the feathers working their laughter inducing magic as they lay, agonisingly hypothesising the next sensation.
Mere seconds passed as an arm raised between their legs and planted itself onto their exposed womanhood.
buzzzzzzzzz
It began vibrating harshly, eliciting a longing moan from the twins.
‘Ooooohhhh fuck’
Layla whimpered.
‘Ohhh my goodddd’
Sophie groaned.
The paddles that spanked their asses some time ago resumed.
‘Ahhh fuck’
‘Mmmmmm ooohh’
The girls were descending into ecstasy when
the sets of arms previously on their feet ascended again, this time with a more slow, deliberate dragging around their hopeless soles.
‘Ohhhhh ahahahahaha Mmmm’
‘Fuckkkkkkk mmmm ahahahah’
Their voices fusing into a symphony of sexual energy, indistinguishable from each other as their pussies were now puffy and damp under the impassioned vibrations.
‘Fuck this haha is alot hahaha’
Sophie mumbled.
‘What’s wrong Soph hahahah, Can’t handle ahaha little tickling?’
Layla replied cruelly.
DING
DING
DING
DING
10-8
10-9
10-10
10-11
Sophie’s eyes bulged as four sets of arms descended onto her.
Digging into her belly.
Ravaging her inner thighs.
Rapidly scribbling around her armpits.
Sliding up and down her sides.
‘FUCKCKCJCKCKKXKKCJCKKCKCKCKCJCJ AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Sophie plunged into madness.
‘OHHHH SHAHHAHAHAHAHSHIITTTTT’
She flopped extensively, crumbling under the now completely unbearable tickling.
She had to do something to antagonise Layla and make her suffer too, but she knew she needed the money, she knew she could kill two birds with one stone if she was smart.
DING
11-11
Layla gasped, not expecting Sophie’s reply.
A set of hands destroyed her most ticklish belly once more.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHBSHA SHIITIRIIRIRJRRTT’
Both girls dissolved under the monstrous mechanisms.
The sensory overload was undeniable.
The competitiveness of it all, the torture, the vibrations, the desperation, the peculiarity of the situation.
It was all too much.
Layla began to moan through her laughter once more as the vibrations engulfed her senses.
‘HAHAHAHHA OHHHHHH AHAHAHSH FUCKKKK OOOHHHHH’
She was beginning to flail less and raise her hips steadily embracing the vibrations into her soul.
‘FUCKCCKKKKK OH MY GOOOOODIDDDDD’
She let out an ear shattering orgasm, leaving her body temporarily shuddering and squirming.
‘OHHHHHHH SHIIIITTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA MAKE IT STOHOHOHOHOPPPPP YOUUUU GOTTA HAHAHAHHA STOOPOHHHPPPP’
Her body’s sensitivity had increased drastically after climaxing.
The torture between the two girls was leveling once more.
A voice recording echoed from the TV.
I need you to sign these waivers stating that you’re willingly participating in the experiment, are healthy and of age, and willing to be restrained until the allotted time runs out
Mark had recorded the conversation they had earlier, both girls realised their hopes of this finishing before the timer runs out had evaporated.
They both looked at the screen to check their torture timer.
05:23
It was almost over, and far too long all at once.
They howled away limitlessly.
Sophie’s own situation was heightening.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA OHHHHH HAHAHAHAHHAHA’
She let out a brief moan as her pussy began to ache as the uncompromising vibrations took full effect despite her torture induced state.
It grew immeasurably until it embodied her.
‘HAHAHHAHAHA OHHHHH OHHHHH MY GOOODDDDDD HAHAHAH OHHHH HAHAHAHAHAH OHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK’
Her body quivered and trembled as a thunderous orgasm left her lips.
At the height of her bliss she had tensed all parts of her body and slumped thereafter.
DING
12-11
Sophie disintegrated under the knowledge she had accidentally pressed the buttons from her reactions.
A set of arms appeared that wreaked havoc on her now hyper sensitive inner thighs in conjunction with her terribly ticklish belly.
‘FUKCCKCCJCKCK YOUUU AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHSH’
She melted under the change in pressure while checking the timer.
00:30
Sophie could have punched herself.
Layla knew she only had to hold on ever so briefly for what felt like another hour to beat her bratty sister.
alarm sounds
The game is now over
The tickling ceased as the girls crashed dramatically, hoarse and sore with laughter, panting.
A loading screen entered before displaying
Layla wins
Big bold letters and underlined, with balloons rising all over the screen.
Sophie couldn’t even look.
‘Well would you look at that’
Layla rattled out through staggered breath.
Far from humble in victory.
The restraints dismantled, leaving both girls clutching their wrists and accustoming to their freedom.
They lay exacerbated for a few minutes recovering, before fanning themselves down and dressing.
They left the room calling out to Mark who was nowhere to be seen.
In the living room sat a thankyou note with two envelopes, each labelled with the girls names.
Sophie’s contained a further $1000 and Layla’s $2000 with a party popper inside.
The girls collecting their belongings left the house.
Popppp
‘Thank-you! Thank-you! it’s an honour’
Layla toyed with her sister.
‘You know you won by accident bitch’
‘Yeah right, fuck was that intense though?!’
‘That was insane, I can barely speak’
Both girls laughed sorely.
‘I’ve got to say though’
Sophie shyly avoiding eye contact muttered.
‘That it was actually quite fun’
Layla intervened.
‘Right!’
Sophie sprang, elated at the joint outlook.
‘Say we message him when we get home same time against next week’
‘All I’m saying is if he says yes you’re fucking losing bad this time’
Pushing Layla playfully as the girls walked home, glowing in their dopamine fuelled bodies, flushed with cash and confusingly, satisfaction.
