TickleMantis
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TICKLEMANTIS' 1000th POST SPECTACULAR! (4 new stories!)
I'm baaaaack...
As some of you may have noticed it's been about 2-3 months since my last post, those of you who PM'd me questioning my whereabouts will already know what was happening. It dawned on me some months ago that I was approching my 1000th post at rapid speed and decided that after roughly four years kicking around the TMF I better make it a good one and make it count.
How to go about making a grand 1000th post, I asked myself. Many idea ran through my head but eventually I decided on simply posting a whole bunch of new stories, given that stories are really the only thing I can contribute here. However, they couldn't just be any stories...oh no. I was more than aware that I had atleast one unfinished story of which I'd never posted a part two and one request I had attempted and dragged along with.
Now whilst there are members who have posts well into the tens of thousands it's going to take me a life time to get there, so bare with me. One thing I was thinking of was writting a list of people I'd like to thank, but what worried me was missing someone out so there will be no such list. Fans and friends know full well who they are and everyone knows the mods do a fantastic job.
Anywho, enough of that dribble. I'm sure your more interested in what's below. The stories posted here will also be posted individually in my archive incase you don't want to wallow through this lot or loose your place. Here's the run down...
-" Erin and Di in 'Identically Ticklish' ": This was a request given to me many many months ago by a friend from this very forum which I accepted and then never finished the original. With guilt riding my back for letting my friend down I simply could not let the 1000th post go without completing something, even though the requestor has already read it here it is for the first time on the TMF.
-" Kendell's Touch ": A brand new character in a brand new six part epic that took up most of the time leading up to this post. The story follows Kendell's torment and has a surprise ending that some may find a little controversial...I'm not saying it's never been done before but none the less it doesn't get done often and may see me slide a few spots in the popularity meter around here.
-" Alternate Carriers ": The previously mentioned story that has never seen a part two until now. Here I've posted both parts for those of you who never saw part one. This follows the terrible misfortune of a young porn starlet whose director thinks she could make a lot more money in the fetish scene.
-" Tina 12: The Bellboy's Honeymoon ": No you didn't read it wrong! She's back in all her glorious ditsiness and big breasted buffoonery. Join fan favourite Tina in her latest misadventure and no need to have read the previous eleven stories either. This story, if all goes according to plan, should be easy enough for anyone to sit down and read without even ever having heard of Tina let alone read her tales of ticklish woe.
-Attachment: Tribute toon by TQLR: One of my favourite tickle fiction writers of all time and one of my favourite tickle toon artists of all time contributes to the 1000th post with another magnificent pic! This colourful wonder shows Tina (from the series mentioned just above) in the throws of ticklish agony. Thanks TQLR!
For those of you who don't know me my name is TickleMantis and I'll be your host for this evening. For those of you who do know me I'm back indefinetly and will be posting regularly again from this point on. Thanks everyone, welcome to my 1000th post and please enjoy the show...
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Erin & Di in... 'Identically Ticklish' FF/ff
The twins had met Erin and Di at a mid year party and got on with them like a house on fire. While their explanations as to why twenty eight year old Erin and twenty seven year old Di were actually at a party for senior high school students were hazey at best, the cute identical blondes were still more than happy to accept an invite to a private party the next friday. The twins spent that friday at school and made their way straight to the beach front address given to them by Erin and Di who had giggled excitedly at last saturday's party when the twins accepted their invite.
The twins, Jenna and Lola were total knockouts. At eighteen years old their private school uniforms made them anyone's wet dream. 5'3 tall, lightly tanned smooth as silk skin, stark icey blue eyes and plump round 36B cup breasts. In their short dark blue skirts, knee high white cotton socks, white lace up pumps and dark blue button up blazers accompanied by tightly bound pony tails the two girls climbed from either side of the bright yellow taxi and made their way towards a small two story rented beach house.
While the twins made their way along the tidy concrete footpath Erin and Di watched from the second story window, the sun light from the bright day lazily shining into the room. While the twins looked good Erin and Di were no misfires in the looks department either. Both stood 5'5 and had large C cups but other than that they were far from identical.
Being and athlete the light haired brunette Di had well toned muscles and soft smooth, slightly tanned skin. Di's wavey hair ran just below her shoulders and the even lighter highlights at the front accentuated her sedutivley cute face. Erin had wider hips than her good friend and gorgeus pouty lips, her light natural blonde hair waved beautifully around her flawless features and the smile that crossed her rosey cheeked face was one of pure mischeif.
"Up here!" A voice called as the twins poked their heads into the open front door and looked directly up the carpetted stairs. "Let yourselves in!"
Jenna and Lola slipped off their white pumps without unlacing and treaded curiously up the soft steps in their white cotton socks. Arriving at the top of the stairs the two wandered into the first room opposite them, having seen the scantly clad Erin and Di standing out on the porch. There wasn't much in the room, it was barley even furnished and not a picture on the wall. There was a large double bed sitting with the head to one wall a small set of drawers, some closet doors and a thin legged table out on the porch next to Erin, who stubbed the remains of a ciggarette out while turning to great her guests.
"We going swimming?" Lola asked with a smile refering to Di's thin jet black bikini top that strained to hold her round cushy boobs.
"Maybe later." Erin said stepping into the room, she wore a thin red sleeves top with two small straps holding it on over either shouler and small denim cut offs that accentuated her peach like butt. "How was school?"
"Boring." Jenna replied sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing her left leg over her right, wiggling her left sock covered foot as it hung in the air. "The week dragged by."
"Not to worry" Di said as she and Erin walked father into the room, sliding the door shut behind them. "Its the weekend now and we have a great night all planned out."
"Is anyone else coming or is it just a girls night?" Lola asked, sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed.
"Just us girls tonight." Erin replied as she opened the top drawer of the small dresser and pulled out a set of jingling keys, underarming them swiftly towards Di. "Jenna, you want to go with Di and get some drinks? Me and Lola will hold the fort until you get back."
"No sense in us all going, we'd have to lock up the house." Jenna said as she stood up and casually followed Di toward the door.
Erin and Lola watched the other two girls leave, heard the front door shut and the car start then glanced at one another exchanging friendly smiles. The silence wasn't akward, far from it, the four babes had only known eachother a week and only met on one occasion but Erin and Di were entirley comfortable for be around, the twins felt like they were old friends. Erin put her hands on her seductive hips and tightened her vision a little.
"Any ideas to pass the time?" Erin said ending with a cute smile as she looked down at the sexy young girl sitting cross legged on the bed.
"I don't know. Got any games? I like tennis if you've got a court around here." Lola replied leaning back on her arms that streched out straight behind her allowing her purky breasts to push at the button up school shirt.
"How about..." Erin said pausing as she kneeled onto the bed facing Lola who leant a little futher back when Erin raised her hands up, fingers spread wide. "Tickle tennis!"
"EEE!" Lola squealed as Erin's ten wiggling fingers gripped the younger girls protruding rib cage causing her arms to give way as she batted with little coordination at Erin's tickling hands. "Hahah ohno! Stop! EEEeeeehee! Tickling me!"
Smiling a devilish smile Erin straddled the squirming high school senior's hips and went to town. Lola's legs unfolded from their crossed posistion and kicked randomly on top of the quickly messying bed covers. Lola tried everything from batting weakly at Erin's arms, grabbing the ticklers wrists and even tickling back but nothing worked. Lola could only laugh and wiggle beneath the gorgeaus twenty eight year old's ten tickling fingers that dug into her ribs and sides through the uniform blazer.
"Your ticklish!" Erin exclaimed happily as she ceased the brief onslaught and pressed both her hands down onto the highschool senior's shoulders, keeping the young girl pinned to the bed.
"Don't do that!" Lola's voice was high pitch with surprise. "Let me up!"
"Oh no...if theres one thing I can't resist its a tickling little twin!" Erin cooed as a wide grin spread across her face half a second before she plunged her wiggling fingers into the soft blouse covered flesh where Lola's breasts met her ribs.
While Lola was busy thrashing in helpless giggles beneath Erin back at the beach house, Di and Jenna were only just arriving at the liquer store. Pulling up in the carpark out the back the two girls locked the doors and made their way around to street side.
"You go in and look around." Di instructed Jenna when they reached the front door of the shop. "I've got to run across the street and get a couple of things, I'll be back in a few minutes."
"No worries." Jenna said wandering through the door as Di looked left and right then made her way to a unknown destination.
Whilst Jenna casually looked around at alcoholic beverages of all shapes and sizes, unaware of her sisters plight not even a mile away, Di gathered a few special items and snuck back to the car with them. Discreetly Di locked the items in the trunk and returned to the store with Jenna.
"EEeeehaha! Ohno! Nono! Erin stop!" Lola squealed back at the beach house as Erin playfully fought to restrain Lola's kicking legs. "No don't!"
After a brief struggle Erin had managed to flip Lola onto her stomch and straddle the young blonde's calves. With Lola's cute little cotton covered feet poking out from between Erin's long smooth legs the poor high school senior was tearing at the duvet and trying all sorts of rolling techniques to break free. Erin raised her hands high above her head which caught Lola's attention for the half second before the ten tickling fingers plunged through the air and landed wiggling onto the trapped girls sock covered, and apparently very ticklish, feet.
"Whats that noise?" Di asked curiously as her and Jenna climbed from the car with a bag full of bottles each as they looked up to the second story of the beach house from the small concrete drive way.
"...Its Lola...I know that noise anywhere" Jenna said with a cheeky smile as her and Di slipped their shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. "Shes being tickled."
Arriving in the upstairs bedroom Di and Jenna placed their bags of bottles on the floor and looked directly at Erin. Erin was still kneeling on the bed with Lola's cute little socked feet upturned and poking out from between her legs. Lola was holwing with laughter and rolling about manically as best she could, slamming her arms into the matress as her feet were tickled without relent.
"...Hello." Erin said finally ceasing playing with the younger blonde's feet yet not moving an inch from her kneeling position.
"Having fun?" Di asked as she pulled a couple of bottles from a bag, bending over to retrieve the bottles gave the other three girls a rather pleasent view of the bottom of Di's gorgeus butt cheeks when her short shorts lifted up the back of her thys.
"No!" Lola answered quickly before Erin had a chance, she had rolled onto her side and was resting on her elbow now able to see Di and Jenna but only the back of Erin who still sat on her legs. "She's been tickling me the whole time you've been gone!"
"Really?" Jenna asked with a slightly uncomfortable look but obviously trying not to show it. "Maybe she's had enough...?"
"Why?" Di asked as she turned her head having almost walked out of the room, a bottle in each hand. "Your not ticklish too are you?"
"...We both are." Jenna replied after a short pause that was obviously the time it took to decide that honesty was the best policy. "But we can't stand it, our mom used to tickle us all the time."
Jenna was quick to add the last part about not being able to stand it. Di smiled an odd little smirk and walked out of the room, apparently in the search of drinking glasses. Erin finally let Lola up who straightened her blouse. The two sisters went to admire the ocean view from the deck that protruded from the side of the house. Erin excused herself and went to help Di with the drinks, wondering what was taking so long.
"...and Lisa said 'not with that on you don't'." Di finished her story and took another sip of her brightly coloured drink, Erin, Jenna and Lola all laughed at the amusing story. The girls all now sat on plastic picnic chairs out on the deck around a small table. The four women had been there a little over half an hour enjoying one anothers company. Curiously, as time went by, Jenna and Lola seemed to be getting more and more docile while Erin and Di were getting increasingly hyper active in their moods.
"Jen? Jen...na?" Lola strained to sit up as with half open eyes she looked at her identical twin in the chair next to her who had seemingly fallen completley asleep. "Jen...are youuuu..."
Lola too drifted off into the land of slumber and both the twins were now in a very deep sleep indeed. It had merley been a matter of grinding up some sleeping pills and putting them in the right drinks. Di and Erin moved the eighteen year old twins one by one back into the bedroom and it wasn't until nearly midnight that the twins awoke feeling very refreshed, but very very confused.
"Oooh look whos awake!" Erin said loudly looking at Jenna who rose her head slowly and then shot her eyes open wide when she realised her predicament. "Di come in here! They're waking up!"
The first thing, upon waking, that the twins noticed was they were trapped. The second and possibly more disturbing thing was that they were both stark naked. Both of them sat kneeling on the bed, their feet out upturned behind them and their arms streched high in the air. Jenna and Lola were roughly a foot apart. Nylon rope was the restraint of choice, wrapper expertly around either ones writsts and then leading up into a black hole in the celling where a hatch to the attic had been removed. While their hands were bound by seperate ropes their feet were bound by one single length of soft pure white silk. The silk had been laid over the back each girls achilles and wrapped tightly looping under the bed and tied in a hard knot off to one side. Behind their knees was another piece of silk allowing them very little movement and lining the four cute bare feet all in a little row.
"...Ohmygod." Jenna said whipping her head from side to side as she saw her sister next to her in the same posistion as she, poor Lola's curly golden haired mound exposed along with rest of her flawless body. "...what are you doing!?!"
"Hush." Di said as she entered the room still in her tight black bikini but now without the short shorts, pressing her index finger to her full lips. "We're not going to hurt you."
"...Wha...What are you doing? Let us out!" Lola tugged at her bonds and looker back at her feet, she could move her head, move her butt back, forth and side to side a little and move her hands from the wrtist but that was it. "What are you doing!?!"
"Caaaalm down." Erin said as she seductivley rose from her chair and stubbed another ciggarette out in a small glass ashtray that sat on the small table they had obviously bought in from the porch. "Its nothing bad, we're just going to play some games."
"We um, we don't like these type of games." Jenna said looking at her sister for agreement and then back to Di and Erin who now stood less than five feet from the end of the bed. "Please...just untie us and we'll play something else."
"But thats the game" Di began as she stood foward barley half a foot from the end of the large bed. "if we untie you, it makes it a lot harder for us."
"Wh-what're you going to do to us?" Lola stammered her words with fear, the blue eyed eighteen year old looking just as wide eyed as her sister from shock of the bizzare situation.
"That..." Erin stepped foward next to her bikini clad friend, the sexy blonde still in her thin red top. "Would be telling."
Neither of the sisters made a sound, they both had the exact same reaction. Di quickly and breifly danced all ten of her long finger nails up Jenna's bare taut sides, Erin did the same to Lola. The twins tensed up in their bondage, pursed their lips and opened their eyes as wide as possible before slumping back into a slightly less tense position when the free women relaxed their evil arms back down.
"Hmmm" Di said tilting her head to one side and shifting her eyes back and forth between the two bound school students. "It would appear they wish to resist us."
"We'll we tried being friendly." Erin replied as she rose her hands back up and followed Di as the two took a twin each and began running their long nails all over the bound blonde's exposed, well toned tummys.
Their eyes bugged out and then clenched tight closed, their cheeks puffed up as their lips pursed tight but other than that Lola and Jenna had less than identical reactions. The wiggling was sparadic as the two nude blondes struggled to keep the impending laughter in. Darting in every direction as best as the bonds would allow Jenna and Lola tried everything to avoid the ten wiggling fingers coming at each of their sensitive tummys. Their cheeks grew red with strain. Di and Erin smiled at one another.
"EEEhahah! Nohohoooo!" Lola squealed, followed only a second later by Jenna's dam of giggles bursting. "Stop! Stoahahaha!"
Once the giggles began they wouldn't, couldn't, stop. The twins had always been able to hold for a few seconds and if the tickling stopped within that early stage it was dandy. When they could hold no longer and the laughter began, it was unstoppable. Being as ticklish as they were it had been a frequent, all be it unwanted, recurring even in their lives. Jenna and Lolandra's mother would often tickle them, once one was breathless she would move onto the other. The twins equally beautiful yet more mature mother had learned early on that tickled twins ganging up on her was not a good thing.
Shaking hard at their bonds Jenna and Lola continued to giggle and plead, still shocked by their predicament. The light dancing and fast stroking of Erin and Di's long nails on their ticklish tummys was merciless and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Atleast when their mother would get them the twins were able to move around and more often than not had some form of clothing between their skin and her vicious wiggling fingers.
"Hows yours?" Erin asked as she stepped back and watched Lola giggle and breath hard.
"Ticklish as sin" Di replied as she too stepped back and admired the heavily breathing nude sisters. "and we haven't even begun."
"No...hhh, you can't do this!" Jenna yelled, red faced and flustered, her hair still tied back tight in a perfect pony tail just like her sisters.
"This is illegal!" Lola yelled even louder as she strained her biceps as if trying to pull the entire house down.
"...Its only illegal if you get caught." Erin replied after a brief thought and suddenly took one giant step foward, lifting her arms and began running her long nails all over poor Lola's taut smooth underarms.
"AAAhahaha! Noohahastop! ahahah!" Lola rocked hard from side to side but that was the problem, the tickling was coming from both sides. "Pleeeeheehee ohnahaha haha!"
"Stop it! Stop her!" Jenna yelled at Di who seemed to be ignoring the situation as she wandered out of the room with a suspiciously casual stride. "Leave her alone you bitch! Stop it!"
"Such foul language." Erin ceased and turned her attentions to Jenna which caused the young girl to swallow hard with instant regret of her name calling.
"No wait dON'T! EEEHAHAhahaaa!" Jenna squealed, throwing her head back with laughter as Erin galloped her fingers around the protesting girls ticklish underarms. "I'm sorreeeheheee please! AHAHahaha!'
While her sister arched her back and rapid fired giggles from the underarm tickling, Lola was not about to make the same mistake Jenna had. Neither one of the twins wanted the other to be tickled, they both hated it so much. Lola quickly studied her binds, she pulled hard hurting her arms with gritted teeth but it was no use.
"Why are you doing this!?!" Lola screamed when the bikini clad Di wandered back into the room with the same shopping back she had secretly placed into the trunk of the car some hours ago. "HELP! HELP US! HEEEELP!"
"That won't work." Di smiled as she lay the mystery bag on the floor and smiled again whilst taking a peek at the various contents. "These houses are for honey mooners and holiday makers mostly, barley a soul around for miles."
"Speaking of soles..." Erin said wiggling her ten long fingers in front of the terrified twins.
"Don't!" Both Jenna and Lola yelled in unison, streching their necks to spring their heads foward in order to make the point clear.
"Oh don't worry, we're not going to tickle your little feetsies." Erin giggled to herself as Di bent over into the mystery back and pulled two tubes of unidentified spray. "...Yet."
"What...what is that?" Lola asked as tears welled up in eyes, the levity of her situation finally setting in as she watched Di hand Erin one of the two identifiable cylanders.
"Shaving cream of course." Di replied as stepped foward and quickly began sparying the thick white foamy substance all over Jenna's curly blonde crotch.
"Stop it! Stop!" Lola cried as she too got the shaving scream sprayed inbetween her legs. "Stop!! Why are you doing this to us?!"
Neither Erin or Di answered. Both the twins sobbed as they watched their tormentors put the cans away and revealed a razor each. Horrified at the prospect of being cut both Jenna and Lola stayed completley still as Erin and Di took a twin each and sliced away the excess hair, leaving only small stubble and clearing most of the cream.
"Almost done..." Di said, taking the razor from Erin and exchanging them in the bag for a single electric shaver no bigger than a T.V remore. "Hold her butt."
"AAAAH!" Jenna screamed with ticklish surprise as the buzzing tool slid over her womanhood. "STahaha! NahahahAAA!"
Bucking back and forth in the air as best she could Jenna was unaware that Erin had climbed on the bed behind her. Only when Erin gripped a well toned ass cheek in each hand, pushing the squealing twin into the vibrating razor, did Jenna become aware of the blonde twenty eight year old's location.
Lola could do nothing but continue to uselessly tug her own bonds while her sister was tickled in a spot neither of them knew was ticklish before hand. Lola had never been tickled there, but it seemed Jenna was extremley sensitive and being identickle it did not bode well for her future.
Listening to her sister howl with laughter Lola knew that the twins would have to use the same tatic used when the other was being tickled by their mother. General policy among the twins was to keep your mouth shut tight if the other was being tickled senseless in order to avoid the attention being moved to yourself. Minutes ago when Jenna had told them to stop tickling Lola the attention then got turned to her. Both the twins had learnt their lesson. With the exception of the bondage, nudity and forced shaving this was no different to when their mom would get them.
"No...please...don't do it!" Lola cried as Jenna slumped, breathless in her bonds, and Erin and Di turned their lustful gazes toward her. "I'll die if YAAAHAHAHahahah! Ohhhhahaha!"
Jenna sobbed in her newly shaven breathlessness and was slowly shocked to realise that the vibrating had turned her on more than a little. The panting blondes nipples were hard as rock but the howling of her sister who was now suffering the same torment was more than enough to bring her down again. It was the vibrating that had done it, not the tickling. The tickling was torture and poor Lola was all to aware of it at that moment.
Causing even more uproarius laughter to compliment the good vibrations, Erin was rapidly dancing her long nails over poor Lola's sensitve but cheeks. For the young blonde it was sensory overload on her mid section, back, forth, it didn't make any difference. No matter which way Lola swung it all lead to ticklish torment.
"Hey Di...check this out." Erin said after several minutes when Di finally stopped the buzzing as she climbed off the bed.
"Oooh" Di said with amusement as she admired Lola's tickled pink butt cheeks. "Pink butt....you know I think we should have put the shaving cream on after we used the electric clippers...I think its broken."
Lola gasped for air as tears rolled down her rosey red cheeks. Jenna kept dead quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to herself or her stubbly mound. Di and Erin huddled around the mystery back until they gave up on trying to fix the cream filled shaver.
"Now...stay VERY still." Di said as both her and Erin turned from the bag with hand held shavers.
Kneeling before a crying twin each Erin and Di set about carefully gliding their respective blades down the freshly aroused love muscles. Afraid of being cut the blonde twins sweated it out, remaining as still as humanly possible. Occasionally a stray finger nail would stroke briefly on the highly sensitive area between their legs, causing them to stiffle a giggle but other than that the process went without incident. It was a matter of minutes before the two identical girls were totally hairless, bar those on their pretty little heads.
"I think your about ready..." Erin said as her and Di both placed the razor blades back into the bag of mystery and turned back to face their bound nude victims.
"Do you know what we're going to do to you?" Di asked seductivley as she placed her hands lovingly around Jenna's slender hips. "Tell them Erin..."
"We're going to softly...every so softly...drive you both completley mad." With that Erin immediatley lobster clawed poor Lola's taught rib cage sending the young blonde into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
"Please Di...please jusAHAH! NOOOHHAHA!" Jenna screamed as Di reached behind her and squeezed both of the eighteen year old's firm butt cheeks only seconds after her sister was sent into ticklish madness from the rib assault. "Stop! AHAHA! EEEHAHAH!"
The two identical girls cackled and thrashed at their restraining ropes as best they could. Lola had Erin's fingers digging deep inbetween her soft ribs, rapidly moving up and down. Jenna could feel Di's curious hands poking and prodding at her smooth ass and howled with wide horror in response. Jenna had never had her butt tickled before and couldn't believe how sensitive it was, while Lola was also beside herself with disbelief as it seemed being totally helpless made her even more ticklish.
"You know I didn't actually think they'd be THIS ticklish!" Erin grinned with delight as she moved her wiggling fingers down to Lola's sweet squirming tummy and ran her long nails about teasingly. "We really lucked out with these two!"
"I know, I can't believe it either." Di yelled with similar joy over the loud screaming laughter as she too switched posistions to Jenna's smooth stretched underarms. "Its like their entire bodies are big tickle spots!"
"NOOOOHHH! Screamed Lola as she arched her back painfully before slipping into intense silent laughter when Erin slipped a finger into the young woman's cute belly button.
"Speaking of tickle spots, I think I just found Lola's." Erin took a step in closer and used her free hand to dance her long nails over Lola's sensitive mound. "See if you can find Jenna's!"
"Nooo...no pleheeheese." Jenna cried as Di stood back from her while Lola suffered cruely next to her.
"Is it your belly button like your sister?" Di asked prodding at Jenna's equally adorable innie causing a small squeal to ellict from her pouty lips. "Or is it somewhere else...are you truly identical?"
"Identical." Erin repeated, putting emphasis on the last two syllables of the word before she began passionatley licking behind Lola's left ear, still tickling her belly button and post shaven womanhood driving the poor high school senior completley mad.
"No...no don't make do this." Jenna sobbed knowing Di was going to try every trick to get the twin to confess her most sensitive of spots, and the tricks would probably work. "This is torture for us...don't you understand?"
"Apparently not." Di replied then paused for a few seconds and watched the stunning sight of Erin tickling Lola in three places at once. "...Now, tell me your ticklish spot."
"...I...I can't, please..." Terror made Jenna's eyes shoot quickly from side to side, watching her sister be tickled like that was almost as terrible as the tickling itself.
"I think you can." Di said with a wicked leer, walking over to the mystery back and rifeling around within. "If you can't...then I'll have to find out for myself..."
"Ohmygod!" Jenna screamed as Di turned around holding a large reverse strap on dildo/butt plug combo which even more frighteningly has a power cord running from it. "You can't do this!"
While Jenna screamed bloody murder, Lola was sweating along with Erin who was having a ball of a time. More surprising than the situation itself was the fact that not only was Lola being forced into silent laughter but she couldn't help but become aroused. The licking and kissing of her neck and ear lobes and the horrid ticklish sensations that danced between her legs were having a most perverce effect on her young undressed body that she could definetly have done without. Erin's arousal on the other hand was very much welcome by the slightly older blonde who's sweet nipples stood to attention.
"Please...take it off!" Jenna sobbed now having the odd leather and rubber device strapped securley around her mid section, the butt plug securley in place and the large dildo having been slid into her. "Don't...no don't...what are you doing to me?"
"Just relaaax..." Di said as she plugged the electrical cord into a wall socket, the cord protruted from the side of the strap on. "Tell me where your most ticklish spot it...or I'll turn it on."
"...Its...it my....Oh please! I can't take this!" Jenna cried loudly, completley unnoticed by her sister who was in the throws of ticklish torment despite the increasing wet patch between her thys. "AAAAHHH OHGAAAAAoo Turn it ooOOff! oONoooOOOO"
When Di flicked the switch the dildo began slowly sliding itself back and forth due to its intricate inner workings. The butt plug, in contrast, began virbrating rapidly and was a sensation Jenna had never imagined, let alone felt. Neither of the twins were virgins, but this was quite different to the clumbsy fumblings of teenage boys. This was a grand torturous arousal that forced would have forced a most apocolyptic orgasm had Di not switched it off.
"Oo..uhhh..noaHOOOooo..." Lola broke her silent laughter to release unwanted moans in her sweaty nude state as Erin tickled and tickled the poor bound girl right through several mind blowing orgasms, not once letting up on the cruel belly button prodding.
"Whats wrong with this one?" Erin said with a hint of exhaustion, turning to Di who had just switched the bizzare strap on device off for the fifth time, once again depriving Jenna of orgasmic hell.
"She refuses to tell me her most ticklish spot." Di said as she stood next to Erin and they examined the highly aroused and frustrated teen. "Prehaps you could help me with this while Lola recovers..."
"I'd be more than happy to." Erin smiled as she craddled Jenna's chin between her index finger and thumb starring directly into her jaded eyes. "Last chance...where is it?"
"....Look...if..if I tell you...you have to untie us okay?" Jenna looked at Erin with tear filled eyes hoping she would have some mercy now that the sadistic blonde had already played with her sister.
"No." Erin said with the most devilishly playful grin you ever saw followed instantly by Di switching the strap on device on once again.
"OOOOooaStOOoooHHHP!" Jenna gritted her teeth and tried hard to ignore the ecstacy that the erotic device was causing in her mid section.
"Shall we?" Di asked rhetorically as she suddenly danced all ten of her long nails over Jenna's jiggling boobs causing the poor girl to begin giggling rapidly among her moans.
Erin followed suit as she wiggled her ten fingers, delving them into Jenna's smooth underarms. Sensory overload as her mid section was uncontrollably pleasured while her tummy, ribs, breats and underarms were all touched upon by twenty wiggling fingers.
"Just tell us where it is and this will end!" Erin said followed by soft blowing on Jenna's already hardend nipples as she clawed at the tortured girls ribs.
"Tell us Jenna!" Di carried the interogattion as she planted a finger securley in her belly button and used the other hand to lightly massage Jenna's right nipple.
"Is it your boobs? Your underarms?" Erin asked as she switched between the various body parts as she said them. "Your tummy?"
"Your ribs? Your butt?" Di said reaching behind the girl and pinching the exposed cheek that wasn't covered by the strap on's leather. "...Your feet?"
"....oooOOooOONOOOOO!" Jenna screamed among her moans of ecstacy as an awfully intense orgasm ripped through her body when she realised, as Erin and Di back away with large toothy grins, that they had figured out her spot of all spots.
"The feet." Di and Erin said in unison, very pleased with themeselves indeed while they enjoyed the show of the vibrating pumping plug in device forcing Jenna through orgasm after unstoppable orgasm.
Minutes passed as Jenna went from wailing tortured moans to queit tearful unrelenting passion and eventually silent suffering. By the fifth minute the poor girl thought her body was no capable of any more, but her nude framed prooved her wrong time and time again. The orgasms pumped through her body, each one unbelieveably more intense than the last, growing more and more sensitive to each one. Finally, in the eighth minute, Jenna passed out with a tiny squeak.
"What...what are you doing with her?" Lola asked as Di and Erin untied the unconcious Jenna, freeing her of the strap on device and carrying her nude sweaty body from the room. "Is she okay?"
"...She's fine." Erin replied as she along entered the room, neither Di nor Jenna were anywhere to be found. "Just a little tired."
"You...you can't do this...this isn't even legal!" Lola bought up the legality of the situation once again, the threat of prison seemed to be the only real thing the young woman had goin for her at that point.
"Legal schmegal." Erin smiled not seeming to care at all while she searched around once again the bag that contained a seemingly endless supply of totorous devices. "What we're doing is completley forbidden."
"...Okay...okay please...you...you can do whatever you want to me, just no more tickling okay?" Lola pleaded with the utmost seriousness of her proposition when she saw Erin holding a long stiff feather in one hand a slim stark white electric tooth brush in the other. "No more tickling...its torture okay?...PLEASE!"
With a click and a whir the tooth brush began spinning. Erin walked slowly toward helpless bound Lola who shook her head at the sight of the two contrasting devices closing in on her plump breasts. Closer and closer they got, four inches away and Lola reaslised Erin had zeroed in square on her highly senstive nipples.
"Scream for me." Erin whispered as she fluttered the feather lightly over Lola's right aerole and used the spinning tooth brush tendrils to engul the left one.
"AAAAHAHAHA! NAAAAHAHAH!" Lola had no choice, both tickled maddeningly but the difference in technique began driving her totally insane after the first micro second.
The right nipple was sweetly teased, the soft white caress of the feather tickled intensley, but along with it came a naughty pleasure that Lola could have done without. The left nipple was harshly brushed causing no end of ticklishness, a hard rough assault as opposed to the light loving touch of the feather. The feather and electric tooth brush both tickled insanley, the common nature stopped there and it drove Lola mad.
Meanwhile, two doors down the hallway, was another bedroom in which Jenna was slowly waking up. While the room was well lit it did not have access to a deck, nor did it have access to the attic. What it did have was one single window that looked out over the ocean and a large four post bed with a dark wood head board that contained a myriad of intricate carvings. On the bed itself was Jenna, who as she woke realised she was still quite naked and still quite trapped.
"Wha?" Jenna tugged at her arms, trying to pull them down it took only a second to realise her wrists were bound tightly together and tied securley to the center of the wooden head board. "...no!"
Looking down across her nude body Jenna noticed her legs were spread wide and tied tightly to the foot end posts. A gasp of shock escaped her lips when the eighteen year old tried to wiggle her feet onto to be restrained by ten small pieces of string. One piece of string for each toe, all pulled back and looped around her own ankle. Jenna's toes were being held back, her delicate flawless soles streched to the max and her stomch sank with fear.
"No 'gasm for you!" Erin teased back in the other room as she could tell Lola was nearing another thunderous orgasm from the nipple tickling, dropping the feather and toothbrush she once again dug all ten fingers into her tickle-toy's soft sides.
"NAHAHHHH!" Lola cried with squealing laughter as any hope of orgasm was shattered by the most unconsensual tickling.
"Your torturing me! This is torture!" Jenna screamed angrily at Di who was now completley nude and strutting confidently around the large bed admiring her bound blonde, Di's large creamy white boobs jiggling as she walked.
"Hmm mmm." Di said as she knelt down at the foot end of the bed on the long soft carpet and sat directly inbetween Jenna's feet that could only wiggle slightly from the ankle. "Tickle torture!"
A long high pitch screeh burst from Jenna's lips before suddenly everything went dead quiet. Di's long nails danced over the balls of Jenna's streched feet and down her arches, around the heels and up under her cute little tied toes in totally random motion. All that could be heard was the occasional squeak as Jenna thrashed her head from side to side and tears squeezed out from her tightly shut eye lids.
Apart from eachother the only other person on earth who had known of Jenna and Lola's most ticklish spots before this night was their mother. While their mother tickled them almost everyday she was still merciful enough to steer clear of Lola's belly button and Jenna's feet...most of the time. Very rarley would their mother ever attack their most sensitive of spots and when she did it was never for long. Unfortunatley neither Di nor Erin were an ounce as merciful as the twin's mother.
It wasn't long after Erin had slipped her long wet tounge into Lola's belly button that the poor high school student had passed out from pure exhaustion. Whilst Lola napped in her hanging state Erin made her way to the other room, where Di was still raking her nails cruely up and down Jenna's off the charts ticklish feet.
"Want to see what I did to Lola?" Erin asked she walked into the room and saw the nude Di standing at the bed, five fingers dedicated to each light pink sole.
"Is she out?" Di asked standing to the right and concertrating all ten fingers on poor crying Jenna's left foot.
"Watch this..." Erin said as she kneeled down to Jenna's free right foot and extended her long wet tounge.
Jenna had now gone quite literally insane. It was too much tickling and it had driven her over the edge of sanity, it tickled and tickled as the warm moist pink tounge slipped between her toes and slid down her arch. One foot felt the cruel fast strokes of ten long nails while the other was licked and licked and licked.
Sweating nude and crying Jenna's mind was gone, she could not think words and any concern for her sister had gone aswell. Thought of any kind was gone, the terrible tickling just went on forever. Unlike Lola who had succumb to exhaustion, poor Jenna showed no sign of passing out for a good long time...
THE END.
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Kendell's Touch. Part one: Madness (M/f)
Kendell would never normally go this far on a thrid date but Sam Lucas was one fine looking fellow. A clean bald head, six foot, dark brown skin and eyes to match, not to mention he obviously worked out. The two made out comfortably on the couch cushions of Kendell's two bedroom apartment, her room mate fortunatley elsewhere.
Now Sam's tall dark an handsom appearance was in stark contrast to Kendell, although also tall, she had long creamy white legs and fair skin accompanied by long wavey blonde hair which made her a much desired young woman. It was Sam's charm more than anything that had got him through the door and on top of the busty twenty two year old, whos tight white t-shirt he was causally untucking from her belted up blue jeans.
"Eep!" Kendell made a funny litle squeak as she paused her kissing for half a second when Sam's large hand crept up under her shirt onto the sensitive skin of her well toned tummy.
Passing it off as nothing more than cold hands Sam continued pushing his hand futher up her shirt with his goal location rather obvious. Being careful not to touch Kendell's skin the back of his hand pressed against the cotton t-shirt as it slid higher up her torso. Kendell flicnhed a little as Sam pressed his index finger lightly into the cushy side of her left melon sized boob, he retracted quickly fearing he may be over stepping her third date boundries.
"They'll warm up in a second." Sam said softly in his deep bass voice refering to what he thought was his cold hands as he pulled back from kissing and once again tried caressing the side of Kendell's bra bound breast.
"Eee hee! Its not cold..." Kendell giggled with a cute smile as she leant back in to kiss some more "...you just need to be more careful."
"...Oh." Sam said playfully pulling back avoiding the blue eyed blonde's advances as he leisurley proded the side of Kendell's breast which balooned out from the side of her bra.
"Eee! Stop that!" Kendell slapped Sam's hand through the shirt as she realised he had only just caught on as to why she squeaked and giggled everytime he tried to touch her.
"What the matter?" Sam asked teasingly as he dug his finger into the soft buldge of Kendell's quivering bosom.
"Oh! EEEHeeehehe! Stop! Get out!" Kendell squealed for the few seconds Sam had his finger wiggling into her sensitive skin as she batted at his hand once again. "Oh don't! Don't!"
Relenting, Sam smiled as Kendell quit batting his hand, a big toothy white grin plastered across her face. His hand still sat up her shirt although now hovering only half an inch from her skin both Kendell and Sam smiled akwardly at each other, neither one sure what to do next. Was Sam going to behave and get back to the business at hand? Should Kendell make a move and untuck his shirt? Or would Sam suddenly slip his other hand up Kendell's shirt and dig all ten fingers into her soft sensitive ribs?
"EEEE! OHHA! NOEEEEHEEE HeHEheEEE!" Kendell thrashed quickly beneath the man stradling her to her own couch as he quickly squeezed the upper sides of the young blonde's torso causing involuntary streams of laughter. "HAHA! NOOOHOO HAHA!"
It was blatantly obvious from the tiny giggles Kendell had given off when Sam first touched her that she was incredibly ticklish, what he didn't know was that she hated and feared it more than anything. Kendell had never been the kind of girl to simply laugh and wiggle a little when tickled, for her it was a most stressful form of torture in the most literal sense of the word. Poor Kendell's facial expressions would quickly change between that of hysterical laughing to an almost sad yet angry warped hysterics.
Worst of all apart from the utter horror of being tickled was the fact all of Kendell's defenses were lost to her. Tickling was indeed an incredible weakness for Kendell. Amongst her uncontrollable laughter and hopeless wiggling, ecspecially against someone as strong as Sam, she could do nothing to stop it but laugh in a most uncoordinated manner.
"Your a little ticklish then?" Sam asked teasingly as he pulled his hands away, although not actually removing them from under the panting girls shirt.
"...huh...get up..." Kendell now with bright red cheeks tapped Sam on the thy as she tried to remain as calm as possible while she caught her much welcome breath. "...c'mon up you get. I wanna talk to you."
"We can talk here." Sam said with a friendly smile as Kendell tried to slowly push his hands out from underneath her shirt resulting in nothing but Sam pushing down a little with his legs as he easily straddled her well shaped hips.
"We could..." Kendell said making another casual attempt to sit up without even a hint of movement from Sam's hands leaving under her shirt. "...but I'd rather sit up."
"But if you sit up, you'll be harder to tickle." Sam was still playing with his friendly smile but the conversation was going exactley where Kendell didn't want it to.
"...Well I don't want to be tickled anymore." Kendell said after a short pause hoping her honesty and slightly more serious tone would make him realise she was no longer having fun.
As it was in pretty much every other ticking related situation Kendell had ever been victim to or witnessed the tickler did not relent when asked. Digging his strong fingers back in, Sam pressed his thumbs into the sides of the screaming blonde's bust and wiggled his fingers around the back of her heaving rib cage. Sam, like nearly every other person who had ever tickled Kendell, simply did not understand how torturous this was for a girl as sensitive as she and would continue tickling as if just some big game.
Fortunatley one person who shared her pain to a certain degree, was Kendell's red headed big breasted room mate Trish. Trish too suffered the indignity of being hopelessly ticklish, however not quite to the intensley sensitive extent as Kendell. Where as Kendell maintained a friendly demeanor, never wanting to be rude or bossy unless the situation absolutley called for it, Trish held a more bold and dominant personality.
"Oh sh-" Trish half swore in angry surprise as she left the door half open, keys still in the hole, dropping her hand bag as she rushed to the aid of her teary eyed and hysterical friend. "Get off her!"
"Wha-?" Sam turned in surprise as he felt Trish's hands clamp like a vice around his bicep and tug hard in an attempt to yank him from Kendell who still howled with ticklish torment.
"Get off of her you prick!" Trish yelled hitting Sam in the back with the bottom of her fist as he finally pulled his hands from under Kendell's shirt. "Can't you see shes crying?!"
"We were just playing!" Sam defended himself, still a little surprised at the sudden commotion as he stood up quickly from the couch and turned to face the woman who had interrupted his fun. "Whats wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me?!" Trish yelled angrily as she sat down on the couch and helped the teary eyed gasping Kendell to sit up. "She hates being tickled you idiot! Get out!"
"I'm not leaving I'm a guest! Kendell?" Sam debated, quickly looking for support from his date.
"...hhh go." Kendell whispered quietly between breaths, wiping the tears that had streamed down her bright red cheeks.
"Look I..." Sam began, reaching for his jacket as he reaslised he was no longer welcome. "...I'll call you tommorow."
"...No you fucking won't." Trish stated as she closed the door behind him, looking back to her fragile looking friend. "Are you okay honey?"
"Hmm...I...I'm okay." Kendell stood up slowly looking a little akward and twitchy, almost like she was still being tickled. "I think I'll take a shower."
"Good idea. Get that idiots stink off you." Trish said giving Kendell a comforting rub on the shoulder to which the seeming nervous blonde quickly flinched away. "Are you sure your okay?"
"...Yeah...yeah I'm okay." Kendell said softly as she wandered toward the bathroom.
It was a minute or two before Trish ceased reading the begginings of an article in the tv guide and began to hear what sound like giggles coming from the bathroom. Placing the small magazine on the coffe table the busty red head curiously tip toed towards the bathroom door. Shifting her shoulder length red hair back, Trish pressed her ear against the surface of the dark brown grain wood door and listened carefully, sure enough the occasional giggle could be heard.
"Kendell? Kendell? Are you alright in there?" Trish quiered with the utmost curiousity.
"I'm fine...just going in the shower." Kendell said still in a soft slightly nervous voice followed by the sound of their fast hard shower. "AHAHAH NOOHHOO EEEE! STOP! STOP IT! HAHAHA!"
"The hell?!" Trish yelled stepping back from the door as a reactioun to the sudden screams of tortured laughter coming from within the locked bathroom. "I'm coming in!"
With a loud bang Kendell was able to kick the door open, expecting the worst, expecting Sam had snuck back in, it was far far more bizzare. Kendell was indeed being tickled, and the poor girl was most certainly begging for relent from the ticklish torture, but this time it was no over cofident third date. It wasn't an older brother, a cheeky friend or a fun loving pal of her dads. It was the water from the shower.
In all her soaking wet naked glory poor Kendell, at some point, had become so sensitive the water from the shower was driving her mad with ticklishness. If it hadn't been for Trish there would have been no escape as the cackling blonde lay squirming wildly on the cold aluminum base of the shower. Each pressurised drop which came speeding from that waterhead was flying down and hitting every last piece of naked body, and it was driving Kendell insane.
"OOOHHOOAHA Make it stAAAP! HAHA!" Kendell screamed as she rolled onto her back and arched upwards with uncaculated random movements. "IT TICKLES! HAHAA STOP IT! EEEEHAHA!"
Acting quickly Trish bolted foward and slammed the shower lever down bringing the hundred or so rushing water streames to a sudden stop. Curiously and worryingly Kendell was still laughing and rolling around. What could be tickling her now? Trish wondered, Had Kendell simply gone mad?
"Kendell! Honey its okay! Its off!" Trish crouched down as she tried invain to cease her roomates obvious yet seemingly invisible torture. "Kendell whats tickling you?!"
"AHAHOOOHOO The water! AHAH! Don't! Don't!" Kendell screamed as Trish tried to help the wet and wild nude girl from up from the base of the shower. "Don't touACHAHAHA FUHAACK! EEEHOHAHA!"
Standing up Trish looked around for something, anything that could help her. The only possible thing that could be tickling poor Kendell was the drips of water that were rolling around on her soaking moist figure, but surely no one is that sensitive. Are they?
"I'm calling an ambulance! You hold on honey, I'll get help!" Reluctantly leaving her friend to howl and cry with torture tickled screams in the bottom of the shower, Trish ran to the phone wondering exactley what she was supposed to tell the operator.
Having lied terribly to the operator with a false story of gun shot wounds Trish quickly made her way back towards the high picthed cackling. Re-entering the bathroom Trish stepped back in surprise having noticed Kendell had made her way out of the shower and onto the cold lino floor. Not wanting to touch Kendell incase she casued more tickling, Trish could only stand idoly by as she tried desparatley to think of a way to assist her tortured friend.
Knocking Kendell out was not an option, Trish didn't want to give her brain damage. If the water drop tickling theory was correct it would make sense to dry the poor woman but then how much affect would the fluffiness of a towel have? It was horrible to watch, Kendell now half curled up in a wiggling hysteric naked ball, her face bright red, tears streaming down her face. It was true torture and as sorry Trish felt for her friend, she was exceptionally glad that whatever was happening to Kendell, was not happening to her.
"Ambulance! Hello?! 911 Emergency!" A most welcome and urgent sounding yell came after several minutes had passed, from outside the apartment door, Trish rushing to open it in quick reponse.
"In here hurry! She can't stop laughing!" Trish flung the door open and almost made it half way through the lounge before she turned to see the confused looking paramedics. "Look theres no gun shot okay? My friend can't stop laughing, shes being tickled!..."
"Ma'am..." Begun one of the two tall, dark haired and strappingly handsom uniformed men. "...It is a serious offence to..."
"No look!" Trish interuppted with urgency as she made her way towards the bathroom of which Kendell's unrelenting laughter belowed "You can hear that! I know it sounds crazy but I don't know whats happening to her! Just come look!"
Sure enough the two paramedics were curious enough to take a gander, even if it was a hoax. After meer seconds the two well trained life savers quickly realised, a hoax this wasn't. There rolling around looking as if she was having some sort of wild fit was a stark naked teary eyed soaking wet red faced leggy big breasted blonde crying and screaming with involuntary tickled laughter. The two men stood silent with shock for a moment, considered the idea it could be fake, and then dismissed it quickly realising this poor woman was in quite obvious and rather major distress.
"I'm never seen anything like this!" Said the slightly older but no less attrative medic as he practically dropped his red crossed bag on the floor and began to search within. "Hold her down!"
"NOHO! NOHOHOH!HAHA DON'T! DON'T! AHHA! YOU FUCHAHA!" Kendell screamed at the top of her lungs when both Trish and the younger man grabbed ahold of the naked girls shoulders and struggled to lay Kendell on her back. "LET GOOOOHAHA EEEEHAH!"
"Hold her still! Get her arm!" Yelled the older guy as he squirted an unknown substance from the tip of a rather shiny siringe. "We have to sedate her!"
Pushing as hard as possible Trish pinned her near blue in the face friends shoulder to the cold wet floor as the young man tried best he could to keep Kendell's constantly struggling right arm as still as possible. With her legs kicking, tummy heaving and head thrashing like some out of control mental paitent the older paramedic had no choice but to staddle Kendell's bucking hips as to decrease the chance of a nasty accident.
"WAHAHAHA! STAHAH!" Kendell couldn't even make sensible words now as not only were the water drops driving her mad but the touch of those three peoples fingers on her naked body disabled her from any thought at all. "HOOHOOHOOHAHAH! NOOHOHAHAHA!"
"Shouldn't take a minute!" The older man said confidently as he plunged the needle skillfully into Kendells right arm. "Back away! Quickly now!"
Hurridly Trish and the two medics stood up and back, hoping and praying the sedative would be enough to cease Kendell's obvious torment. Seconds seemed to take forever as slowly but surley the screams turned to hysterical laughter which in turn went to high pitched giggles. With the laughter slowing and loosing its volume the wild thrashing died too, soon becoming meer twitching and then, finally Kendell was in a hopefully peacful world of slumber.
To be continued...
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Kendell's Touch. Part two: The dream. (*/f)
Under heavy sedative most people were prone to quite vivid dreams. Kendell, the tall busty wavey haired blonde was no exception. The most unrealistic things could seem incredibly real, yet perfectly normal, to the unconsious dreamer. Sometimes this wasn't as much of a pleasent experience as it could be.
In reality Kendell was fast asleep, jittering along in the ambulance with her best friend and room mate Trish by her side. The sirens blarred as the box backed wagon zipped skillfully between traffic, the two paramedics on board more than curious as to there paitents bizzare predicament. In dream land however, things were a little different...
The long soft grass on the endless rolling hills swept lightly with a gentle breeze, and Kendell smiled as she brushed the palms of her hands on the jade green blades as she walked leisurley through over the hill. It was beautiful, the soft warm breeze and the lite blue sky made for a perfect day.
Wandering with ease along across the little mound like hills Kendell wore only a white silk bath robe, the sleeves baggy on her slender arms and the bottom hanging just below her marshmellow butt cheeks. A cheerful smile grew across her face as the young blonde looked around her, none of this seeming abnormal what with it being a dream.
"Hullo." A soft little voice suddenly grabbed Kendell's attention, yet seemingly came from nowhere.
"Hello? Is someone there?" Kendell walked slowly foward looking for the feminine sounding speaker. "I can't see you for the grass."
"I'm hiding." Piqued the tiny voice again. "Are you alooooone?"
"...Yes...its just us out here." Kendell replied after looking quickly around to see nothing but the endless rolling hills of long flowing grass.
"Hullo!" Came the owner of the voice, a small woman.
A very small woman, no more than a foot high. The curious young lady sported long bright blue hair that waved down onto what Kendell realised was her stark naked body. Perky breasts, well toned, and what would appear to be completley hairless, all accept her head. Propotionatly she was perfect, like a scaled down version of a very attractive nineteen year old.
"Who are you hiding from?" Kendell asked as she crouched down in front of the incredibly petit girl. "I see no one around."
"He is sneaky, he is." The miniture girl smiled as she quickly tapped Kendell on the tip of the nose with her index finger. "He will hide in the grass...then boo! He will get you."
"Who is he? This man? Does he harm you?" Kendell asked concerned for her new friend's saftey as she made her self comfortable, sitting cross legged amongst the grass.
"He is not allowed to hurt us silly." The small blue haired babe informed Kendell, all be it slowly, as she played with a blade of grass. "He is the four armed man."
"A man with for arms? Why must you hide?" Kendell grew curiouser and curiouser as she listened and watched the small girl who now used the tip of the grass to tease her own nipple.
"If you are ticklish you must hide...here he comes!" The girl was gone in the time it took Kendell to look up and back to her mysterious friend.
Where was this man? A tickling four armed man, how horrid. Kendell stood up, turning and looking all around but there appeared to be no one for miles. How could a man hide in this, there was nothing but space...unless of course he too were only a foot high, but then how much threat is foot high man even if he does have four arms?
"Oh my!" Kendell gasped as she turned once again and finally found the four armed man, and he was not the foot high extra limbed gentleman she had come to expect.
Standing before he was a least ten feet of pure muscle. This guy was ripped and it was easy to tell, he only wore a dark brown fur loin cloth. A nice tan, for a guy with large muscular arms coming out of his rib cage he wasn't terribly bad looking. Long dark hair and a strong jaw saw him tilt his head curiously at Kendell who took a step back with surprise as she saw what he was holding in his upper left arm.
With a thin piece of what appeared to be silk wrapped around her head and into her mouth acting as a gag, the small blue haired girl hung upside down being held by the ankles. Tiny bare feet poked out from the top of the monster's fist where, from the knees down hung the rest of the poor creatures tiny naked body. To make matters worse her hands were some how being restrained behind her back, although Kendell could not see how from this angle. The girls face was different too, not curiously cheerful as before, with the gag in her mouth she now appeared afraid and tearful.
"I do not know you. What is your name?" The tall half naked curiousity spoke in a deep bass like voice.
"I-I'm Kendell." Kendell hesistated a little, she could barley pry her eyes from the horrified look on the upside down girl's reddened face. "What-ahem-what are you doing with her?...she looks upset."
"She is mine." The quad armed fellow said matter of factly. "This is my place. They are all mine. I tickle them as I please."
"She...she doesn't seem to like that." Kendell was still fixated on the pleading look of the little ladies eyes. "M-maybe you should let her go."
"Let her go? HA! She belongs to me...you are here so you must belong to me too." The creature belowed as if nothing seemed even moraly corrupt about this situation and his sense of logic was becoming increasling nightmarish. "Tell me girl...are you tickled?"
"I-I am ticklish...but I do not like it." Kendell took another step back, the tall brute not taking his piercing eyes of her.
"You are to be tickled like the rest." Without letting go of the small woman the beast began to step foward.
Turning and running was all Kendell could do, that creature was far too massive for her to oppose. Rushing quickly through the long grass the panicking blonde could hear the large dictators thumping behind her as he pursued. Making some distance Kendell began to wonder exactley where she was running too, until she tripped. Climbing back to her feet as quickly as possible the robe clad beauty bolted once more, but she was to fall again, each time she made any more distance, the frightened young woman would trip. It was hopeless and before long, after another fall, Kendell felt the beasts large hand wrap around her slender shins.
"No! You beast let me go!" Kendell swung upside down in the large man's upper right hand as she struggled in vain for realise. "What? What are you doing?"
"Quiet. Here I make the rules." Boomed the demanding beast as he looked Kendell right in the eye, holding her high in the hair with ease, the robe only staying above her nether regions because she held it tight with her arms which fortunatley remained free. "I will tickle you both now...however, the more you laugh the more ticklish the blue haired one will become."
"No this is cru-wooah!" Kendell protested before suddenly being dropped and caught just as quickly by the beasts lower arm. "I demand you let us go!"
"Demand?!" Boomed the beast again, Kendell noticing he had also dropped the blue haired girl into his left lower arm. "I am the only one who makes the demands. Now girl, laugh!"
With both frightened woman hanging upside down in his lower arms, their bare feet poking out from the top of his fists, the beast could easily use his free upper hands to tickle as he pleased. Kendell squeaked loudly but then tried not to laugh, remembering what the beast had said. The more Kendell laughs, the more ticklish the blue haired girl would become, but woe be tied the poor blonde was just to damn ticklish.
"EEEHAHA! NOHOO!" Kendell screamed as the beasts five wiggling fingers lightly graced the soles of her silky soles with surprising speed. "SOOOOP AHA! NOO!"
Kendell's arms waved frantically as she dropped the top half of her robe which hung down below her silk tied belt, around her torso. The silky white robe now only covered her top half as her cute butt and shaven mound were caressed by the warm breeze. The blue haired girl also thrashed but, unlike Kendell, her wrists were bound and the gag muffled her tiny screams for mercy.
Both of the girls soft sensitive feet wiggled wildly from the tops of the beasts hands. There was nowhere to move their feet, and the creature did not tire, he just flicked his giant hands with great speed across every inch of their soles causing unwanted hysteria. Adding insult to injury the beast, it would appear, had been true to his word. The blue haired girl was becoming more and more ticklish as Kendell screamed for mercy, she thought it fortunate though that the same curse had not been reversed on her.
"You are most ticklish." The beast almost made it sound like a compliment as he ceased his attack on Kendell yet the muffled screams of the still tormented blue haired girl continued. "Tell me girl, where is your most ticklish spot?"
"I'm not telling you that!" Kendell squealed as she tried to push her robe back up over her butt and womanhood, oddly she was not out of breath nor had the blood rushed to her head as it would have in reality. "Let us go! I hate bein-"
"Silence." The beast demanded and with the greatest of ease tore Kendell's robe from her other wise naked body. "You will be tickled."
"OH! EEE STAAHAP! AHHA! HAHAHAHAH!" Kendell burst back into uncontrollable laughter as the beast once again scrambled his five skillful fingers over her precious bare feet. "WAHAHAH! NOHOOHOHO!"
Hanging three feet in the air with her naked body wildly flying from side to side Kendell could do nothing against the beasts intense attacks. The poor blondes large cushy breasts were hitting her in the chin and her hair freely followed her body as she laughed and laughed without any sign of mercy. The tears began as they always did, from the tickling, from the fear of more tickling.
The miniture girl was crying too, yet her laughter had grown hoarse and her thrashing was growing weaker as the her sensitivity increased. Unlike the blue haired girl, Kendell's energy did not die, as her soles grew a light shade of pink it seemed her stamina was endless. Kendell did not grow short of breath, she just continued to laugh as the beast sadistically continued the torture.
"You know..." Began the beast as he held Kendell up higher, lowering his head a little and looking her straight in her tear filled eyes. "...I think the Pink man would like you..."
"Wha...?" Kendell whimpered, still dazed but surprisingly no less energetic after the last several minutes. "...Pink maAAAAHHH"
Kendell screamed as she suddenly began to fall a lot father than she should have when the beast finally released her from his strong grip. The poor stark naked girl had not noticed but a large hole had opened beneath her, fortunatley after thrity meters or so Kendell was caught by her left ankle. Looking up with now clear vision she could see the blue sky at the top of the hole, looking down she could and endless drop. The walls were smooth, a light shade of silver and the thing that had caught her was a single hand. The hand was coming from the wall, as if it were a part of it. Having got her bearings Kendell could now happily panick.
"Oh-oh my god. D-don't drop me!" Kendell swung as the hand gripped like a vice around her ankle, it was unmoving, not even a twitch, her other leg hung freely. "Please...help me up...the beast, he dropped me."
Looking around frantically there appeared no obvious way out, and one hand hardly seemed useful. After a minute Kendell began to wonder, she tried lifting herself up to grab the hand but it was no use. The silver hand just sat there, its grip firm around her ankle. No blood went to her head as it should have, and the pinkness on her soles began to fade.
"Helloooo?" Kendell asked after several minutes wondering if help would ever arrive. "I can't...oh."
To the trapped nude girl's surprise a second hand began to mold out from the wall, just above the other. Its fingers stayed together and it almost seemed to have a snake like movement as if it were looking around. Kendell prayed it would help her but her stomch sunk when it spied her trapped bare sole and began to wiggle its five silver fingers towards her wiggling foot.
"Oh! Oh no don't do that!" Kendell pleaded as it sat only a half inch from her curling toes and scrunching sole that wrinkled with fearful anticipation. "Oh no help me out! Don't!"
The hand wasn't even touching the scared naked blonde, it simply sat there, wiggling its fingers in cruel torment. The anticipation was terrible, never knowing when she would once again be forced into uncontrollable fits of tortured laughter. Focusing souly on the teasing wiggling hand Kendell had compleltley forgotten about the mention of the Pink man, which surley could only be more trouble.
"WAHA! NOHOOOO!" Kendell screamed with surprise as the hand suddenly scrapped quickly around her sole causing the poor girl to kick her free leg and struggle wildly for freedom from the terrible tickling. "AHAH OH STOP STOP! HAHAHAHA!"
Even though Kendell hadn't told the beast when he asked, it didn't seem to matter, the creatures of this land seemed intent on tickling her most ticklish spot anyway. Being unnatrually ticklish everywhere was bad enough, but to actually have a most ticklish spot was just plain cruel. When touched on the creamy white arches or the balls of her feet it made the poor blonde insane, and heaven forbid anyone should ever tickle under her toes.
Time had no meaning when being tickled, it always seemed to last forever. Before long Kendell's sole was that lovley shade of pink once more, her face red and teary eyed and her tummy hurting from the unstoppable laughter. It went on, and it went on. The beast hadn't tickled her half this long, yet her screaming laughter never ceased and despite her aching sides, pleas for mercy and sweat covered body she never grew tired or out of breath.
"Oh...oh no don't!" Kendell cleared the tears from her eyes as she felt the tickling slow greatly, the hand was now walking from her heal, with two fingers as little legs towards the tips of her feet. "No please! God don't do it!"
The horrified girl knew exactley where the hand was going. There could only be one reason it would creep so slowly up her foot, it was heading for her precious precious toes. If this wicked fiend meant to tickle her could it simply not begin, did it have to be so suspenful and down right mean. The creeping slowed as it got closer with each step and then finally, the sleak silver hand stood to a stand still on the balls of her nervous foot.
"Ohh hoo...noo fuck nooo..." Kendell began to giggle a little between her sobs as she cried in fear of what was seemingly inevitable. "AHA! Stop iAHAHAHA! OOOHHNOOOOHOHOHO AHAHAH!"
Pretty white toes curled around evil silver fingers as Kendell's foot involuntarly wrinkled, trapping the probbing fingers in the wild blondes most hellish tickle spot. Kendell's foot flicked wildly in all directions but the hand simply went along for the ride. The first tickling sensations had only come from the hand's minor wigglings, but with her bare vunerable foot thrashing as it was Kendell was causing the rest of her own torment, a vicious cycle indeed.
Gleaming with sweat from the light at the top of the endless silver hole Kendell could do no more than hang there and take her undeserved punishment. On the odd occassion the hysterical girls eyes did open she could barley see through her teary eyes, so the thousands upon thousands of other identical hands that were now molding from the wall had gone completley unnoticed.
"...Wuhuhee...oh...oh no." Kendell froze with fear, her eyes wide when the hand finally stopped its torment. "HELP ME! HEEELP!"
Screaming as loud as possible, but still nowhere near that of when tickled, was no use. No help was coming and as Kendell kicked and screamed another hand reached out from the other side of the giant well and gripped her left ankle. The hand began to recline back to position, streching the helpless girls naked legs apart. Kendell's cries for help and mercy fell on deaf hands as another hand on each foot pressed lightly on the tips of her up turned toes, streching her feet and soles just to the brink of pain.
"Oh..ohno god...god don't do that! HEEEELP!" Kendell kicked and tried to free her ankles in desparate panick, she would rather fall than have her unmoveable feet touched. "Please...please don't...hhh...no."
With one hand holding each ankle and another streching either foot, six more hands appeared above her vunerable soles. While five hands now occupied each foot and Kendell kicked and screamed as if she were about to die, the other thousands of silver glove holders snaked curiously in their respective spots, just waiting for their turn.
"NYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Kendell screeched with an almost inhuman pitch, this time the hands were wasting no time. "AHAHAHAEEEHAHA! HAHAAOOOHAHA!"
All three hands that had momentarily wiggled above each trapped foot took a particular part. The one above her toes wiggled quickly and randomly, while the middle one quickly made a four fingered prodding type writer like motion on the balls of her feet. Just for variety, and to drive the cackling blonde completley insane the third and final hand on each foot scrapped slowly along her soft streched out arches.
To be tickled on her feet was maddening for poor Kendell. To be tickled by three hands at once was crazy. To be tickled by three hands at once on both feet while they were immoveable was just plain sadistic. To do all of this and tickle in different styles, unimaginable. However, in the land of ticklish torment, as in hell, there was no bottom floor which became ticklishly apparant, although unnoticed as the walls began to close in. The thousands of hands wiggled their fingers towards Kendell's unsuspecting squealing nudeness and her world began to grow black.
To be continued...
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Kendell's Touch. Part Three: Dream come nightmare. (*/f)
As far as dreams go this one had gone from great, to curious, to frightening and now Hell. Unfortunatley for the now fully nude leggy big breasted blonde Kendell, Hell has no limits as to how sadistic it can get. The poor tortured girl knew this all to well and with seemingly infinit stamina she hung upside down hanging by her ankles.
Kendell had been thrown down into a bottomless pit, been caught by her right ankle by a sleak silver hand that molded from the side of the pit wall, tickled on her trapped foot, had her other foot streched across by yet another hand to the other side of the wall, had her feet stretched out in an immoveable state and tickled in varying ways by three different hands on each foot and now had thousands of hands closing in on her sweating naked and intensley ticklish body. This was all shortly after she had been stripped by a four armed beast that had tickled her feet mercilessly for god knows how long. Fortunatley this was all a dream. Unfortunaltey it was very vivid, and the poor screaming girl was still stuck there.
"OHHOHO! NAAAHAHAH!" Hundreds of hands poked each and every spot of flesh on Kendell's bare trapped body.
The wall of hands had closed in around her, there was no more light. It was simply darkeness, tickling and the curious but yet to be noticed hands that played with her clit. Not only did poor Kendell simply want to curl up and pass out but the hands clearly had more plans then simply tickling as they flicked and tickled her errecting nipples.
Far more quickly than expected Kendell was being forcebly yet expertly aroused. While her smooth underarms, breasts, ribs, tummy, sides, butt, neck, back, thys and feet were a bright endlessly tickled pink the hell that surrounded her was only getting worse however oddly she could feel heaven only a touch away.
Had Kendell been able to form even an inkling of a thought she would never have a imagined a more terrible ticklish fate. The thought of ever having an orgasm while being tickled was well beyond her, the thought of hundreds of hands continuing to tickle right through and beyond that orgasm surley could not have come from her subconsious. Could it?
"HAHAHOOOAAOOOO! AHHAH!" Barley having time to let her orgasmic moans flow Kendell's body shuddered no more than a second with delight and yet they continued to stroke her clit and tickle her nipples. "AHAHAOOOHAHA!"
A second wave of orgasmic delight lasted even less time, as did the third. Soon it came to the terrifying realisation that the hands were not stimulating her pussy and nipples as a gift, it was simply to aid in the ticklish torture. With each following mind blowing yet second long orgasmic explosion Kendells skin became more and more ticklish. The orgasms continued beyond that possible of reality as did her level of ticklishness. Pleasure. Hell. Pleasure. More Hell. Pleasure. Immeasureable hell.
It wasn't long before Kendell could no longer even feel her orgasms, she had become so immpossibly ticklish. The ticklishness that covered her entire body simply overrode the caressing of her stiff red nipples and gentle expert rubbing of her aching overworked clit. By this point a single hair on the tip of her nose would have made the now silently laughing girl fall down with ticklishness, but it was not so, instead several hundred hands mercilessly tickled every inch of her nude amazonian body, including her still immoveable feet.
The tortured screams of laughter had subdued to silent, occassional squeaking. This was not due to any lack of energy on Kendell's part, it was simply the tickling itself along with her now immpossible ticklishness had grown so intense and shocking there was no room for full blown laughter. The heavily sweating blonde simply writhed silently amongst all the tickling hands in total inhuman torture.
For a moment Kendell thought she had woken up, in a sense she had but not in the real world. Still in the depths of her psyche the still very nude, yet no longer sweaty or teary eyed blonde sat up and took in her new surroundings. A living room, this was someones house.
Sitting nude on a big red couch the first thing Kendell noticed was a petit dark haired woman with a feather duster, pottering about dusting a book shelf seemingly unaware of Kendell's presence. The woman must have been in her early thrities, tidy shoulder length jet black hair, light brown nylons that met a pair of low heeled black stilletoes, a black skirt and light red blouse with white buttons.
"Hello?" Kendell asked as she noticed this house only seemed to consist of two rooms, the living room she was in and a small kitchen through a archway to the tickled pink blonde's left. "Is this your house?"
Infront of the nude confused blonde was a fairly standard wood grain coffe table atop the fluffy white shag carpeting, the front door was wooden also with a golden lock and handle. The only other area was a closet door with wooden slats on the top half. The dark haired woman continued to dust along the tall book shelf and then moved onto the couch.
"I don't think the couch needs dusting?" Kendell said still trying to get the oblivious woman's attention as she moved closer to the nude girl who edged a little futher away each time. "EEEHEehee!"
It was brief as the woman quickly dusted Kendell's bare tummy but it tickled a lot more than a feather duster should have. Finally it seemed the dark haired well dressed woman was reacting to Kendell's pressence as she stood up straight with, to the naked girls relief, the duster idoly by her side.
"You are naked." Commented the woman as Kendell covered her nipples and crossed her legs in embarressed reponse. "Are you a friend of the Pink man?"
"A friend? No, no, I've never met him." Kendell looked a little akward as the woman stood directly infront of her, looking down at the nude blonde. "Will he...does he tickle people?"
"Of course!" The woman chuffed with a friendly smile as she sat down on the edge of the coffe table in a much more relaxed and casual manner. "It is not a good idea to be here all naked, silly girl. If he comes home he will tickle you lots and lots."
"...oh my...well I had better leave." Kendell stood up and began walking towards the front door. "Don't you think you should leave aswell?"
"I would but he locked me in this morning." The woman said with a far too relaxed attitude for Kendell's liking.
"Don't be silly...we're on the inside." Kendell ignored the woman's remark and twisted the golden handle in an attempt to free herself from the odd little two room house, sure enough it was locked. "Oh no...how are we going to leave? I don't want to be tickled again!"
"Well you shouldn't have come here." The woman's odd statement went ignored by the frightened Kendell as she tried to knock the window with her hand, harder and harder, it would not break. "I would like to tickle you also."
"What!? No! No if this Pink man comes he's going to tickle you too! We have to get out of here!" Kendell was frantically looking for something to hit the window out with but it was no use, the coffe table and the kitchen chairs appeared to be super glued to the floor. "C'mon help me already! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"Of course not, I hate being tickled." The woman stood up, and began walking casually towards to Kendell, waving the feather duster in quick successive motions towards the panicking naked babe who was once again trying to open the front door with all her might. "But when naked ticklish girls just drop by what else am I supposed to do?"
"EEP!" Get away! Stop that!" Kendell barked angrily at the bizzare woman as she slapped the wiggling feather duster away when the woman tried to dance it onto the blonde's bare tummy. "This is serious! We have to get out or the Pink man is going to tickle us! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"No, I want to tickle you." The woman said in an annoyingly innoccent tone as she twirled the feather duster quickly on the Kendell's smooth peach like butt.
"EEE!" Kendell squealed as she arched her back suddenly in reponse to the hundreds of feathers caressing her finley shaped bottom. "HEEHEE! NO! Stop it!"
Running with one hand covering either cheek Kendell giggled angrily as the mad woman chased her around the coffe table. A feather duster shoudln't have tickled as much as it was, even on Kendell. Sure if someone was to hold her down and wave it across her skin for a few minutes you might produce tears but the light flickerings the giggling blonde was recieving would not have, under normal circumstances, produced such involuntary myrth.
"Come here you silly girl!" The woman teased as the two woman stood either side of the shin high wooden coffe table. "I'm going to tickle your belly so you won't be silly anymore!"
"No look...this is stupid!" Kendell put her hands up in a couple of most serious flat palmed 'stop' signals. "We can't be fighting amongst ourselves! We have to escape!"
"We can't escape you silly girl!" The woman looked at Kendell as if she were the odd one and with surprising almost instant speed, appeared behind Kendell, the feather duster some how now laying idol on the coffe tabel. "We must get rid of that silliness!"
"NOHOHO!" Kendell arched foward pushing her butt into the woman's hips as the odd ladies hands came up from behind the naked girl and raked their long red nails quickly over her ticklish bare tummy. "Stop it! Not don't! IAHAH I'll faAHAHALLAHAH!"
Trying desparatley to slap the woman who stood behind her did Kendell no good, and true to her word the poor big breasted girls knees began to buckle. A solid tummy tickling, much like the one she was recieving from the odd woman, always made Kendell's knees go. The poor laughing blonde would fall on the floor and be completley helpless, which made no sense. Surley the body should react in a more helpful way then simply falling on the floor, but such as fate was not.
"Oh tickle the silly girl! Tickle her!" The dark haired woman rubbed Kendell's ribs hard as the cackling girl fell onto all fours and tried invain to crawl away. "No more silly for you tickle tickle! OH tickle tickle tickle!"
"NOHOAH! Stop iiit! Crazy bihehehe!" Kendell was quickly becoming uncoordinated and as the woman pushed down on the small of the giggling blonde's back the poor girl could not hope to stay crawling for much longer. "HAhaha! Oh no! No! OOF!"
With a thump Kendell's arms slid out in front of her and her tummy hit the carpet, the mad woman landing on top of the stunned nudies back. Turning around as Kendell tried to recompose herself as best she could the woman sitting on top of her now straddled the poor blonde's hips facing towards the bare kicking legs. Kendell's gorgeus butt curved up from between the woman's thys and before Kendell could regain enough sense to react the insane cleaner began to feather dust Kendell's peach shaped cheeks.
"HEEHEEHEEEE! OHHHEEE!" Kendell burst into a high pitch girlish giggle, as the feathers fluttered speedily over her cute cheeks, her arms and legs kicked and banged the floor. "Stop it! Stop iiiit!"
"Look at you! All silly! We'll just clean that silliness from you, dirty girl!" The woman's lunatic words weren't registering with Kendell, even for a person as ticklish as her a feather duster should not have tickled as bad as it was. "Oh so dirty! Going to have to clean you good! Get my friends and give you a good scrub down!"
This was crazy, legs free, arms free and still unable to escape the ticklish touch of this crazy woman's feathers. It was the tickling itself made the poor guffawing girl incredibly uncoordinated. Even worse was when the cleaning lady realised she could hold the duster in one hand and use her long painted red nails to scrape and squeeze. Kendell was going ballistic with the two very different torturous sensations switching back and forth over her bare sensitive butt cheeks.
"Uh ooooh." The woman finally ceased her sadistic tickling after god knows how many minutes leaving Kendell's butt a light shade of pink and her eyes filled with tortured tears. "That sounds like the Pink man...hide! Hide!"
The woman had finally seemed to have come to her senses Kendell thought as she sat up on her knees, rubbing her eyes clear of the tears. In a most panicked and previously unseen sight the dark haired tickler ran into through the arch way, dissappearing into the kitchen. Hearing the sound the woman had heard, a car of some description, Kendell too began to panick.
"Oh no." Standing up Kendell could see a S.U.V already parked idoly outside, the driver, presumably the mysterious 'Pink man', was already walking towards the door.
Looking around Kendell thought about behind the couch, under the coffe table and various other useless hiding places until she remembered the closet door. With a frightened dash the nude girl swung open the closet door, darkness was within but she could hear the Pink man unlocking the door. Quickly Kendell backed herself into the tiny dark closet and just as the Pink man opened the front door Kendell closed herself in the closet.
Kendell was fortunate in that the slats on the upper half of the closet door faced downward on the outside, allowing her to peek out but no one to see back in. Being able to peek out was the only fortunate part, for what she was able to see the poor girl would rather have not. The Pink man, and he was indeed a very pink man. A man made of tounges, his arms, legs, face, everything was made of hundreds of wiggling outward facing tounges.
With her stomch sinking in fear Kendell had to cover her own mouth as to not scream. Nothing, no tiny girl, four armed man or endless pit of hands as prepared her for the shock that was the Pink man. No eyes were apparant as he, or it, closed the door behind himself. Each finger was a tounge in itself, but the others that made up his arms, legs, head and torso appeared to snake like the hands in the pit had, as if they had minds of their own.
"What a day." Kendell nearly leapt out of her skin as the Pink man spoke to himself, placing his keys on the coffe table and turning toward the kitchen.
Watching curiously Kendell tried desperatley not to make any noise as the Pink man wandered out of the lounge. Opening the fridge the Pink man examined his options but with a mighty dread Kendell was sure the only thing she could see in that fridge were ice cubes, feathers and hand cuffs. Shutting the door slowly and looking to his right, the direction of the dining table the Pink man began to drop his head as if to look underneath. With the wall in the way Kendell could not see the table itself but knew where the Pink man was looking.
"Silly girl." The Pink man said, he clearly did have a mouth but it was only obvious when he spoke. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?"
"OH NO! NOOHHOO!" Kendell could only hear the commotion as the Pink man walked behind the wall and out of her view, the crazy cleaning lady had obviously hidden under the table and was now screaming as the Pink man approched. "OH PLEASE NO! GOD! AAAH!"
Cringing Kendell could only imagine the horror as she listened to the woman screaming while piece by piece the hidden nude blonde saw the woman's clothing fly past the door way. Thankfully he wasn't tickling her, but Kendell knew that soon the woman would have what she deserved. No pity was felt by Kendell for the woman who had tickled her still pink shaded butt so vigorously, but fear for herself in the hope that the crazy bitch would not tell the Pink man about Kendell.
When a pair of pink frilly panties flew past the archway Kendell knew the woman was nude. The screaming had stopped but that was short lived as a loud shirll screaming laughter suddenly burst from the kitchen. The woman was screaming for mercy as Kendell had many times before, but when the unclothed blonde finally saw the tortured woman she closed her eyes and turned her head in fright. With his tounge covered arms bear hugging the woman around her mid section the bizzare lick monster carried the hysterical very nude cleaning lady into the living room.
"Sneak in my house will you?" The Pink man spoke as he placed the thrashing yet powerless girl face down onto the coffe table.
Laying face first, her arms off the front of the table the woman could only giggle and then shriek when the Pink man lay down on top of her. Kendell dreaded what that must have been like, all those tounges licking the bottom of her upturned feet, her thys, her butt, her back, her sides, her ribs, the sides of her boobs and her underarms. The trapped woman's head poked out from beneath the Pink man's, her face a tortured screaming myrth.
"EEEAARRGGHH! AHAHAHA!" The woman could not stop laughing and before long, just like Kendell did when tickled, the woman was crying, red faced and sweating.
Knowing all to well what the woman was going through Kendell was determined not to let it happen again. This hiding place would surley only last so long, turning around the nude dynamo searched blindly for some evidence of clothing but it seemed there were only three walls and a door, nothing more. Hoping the Pink man would finish the woman and simply find himself spent, Kendell planned to sneak out while he slept but it didn't look as if he planned on stopping any time soon.
"EEP!" Kendell squeaked and covered her mouth in suprise, quickly peeking back through the slats to check the Pink man had not heard her, he seemed fully focused on torturing the pinned cleaning lady.
Once again Kendell muffled her own squeal as something prodded her in the side. Again it happened, and then a forth time, they felt like people jabbing her with their index fingers. Again and again it happened, Kendell tried invain to grab the unseen pokers. A few more pokes and they began to get faster. Another in the belly, the nude girl turned away and one would poke her on the butt, or under her arm as she reached out. They got faster, two, three at a time. It was slowly beggining to be on going tickling rather than simple, manageable proding.
"No! Stop it!" Kendell whispered sternly trying as hard as possible to hold back her giggles as she darted side to side and back and forth when in response to the quickening pokes. "Ohnodon't! AHA! EEP! Stop that!"
Soon it was becoming too much, Kendell's only option was to leave the closet but a much worse fate waited her out there. Another minute and the fingers no longer reclined into the darkness, eight, nine of them now sat out and dug into her boobs and tummy. Ten, eleven, the poor straining girl refused to fall on the floor. Faster now as nearly twenty fingers dug viciously into her.
"NOHOOO!" Kendell suddenly screamed and leapt back as a whole hand gripped her smooth womanhood. "Oh...oh god."
Turning around hesitantly an overwhelming fear washed over Kendell as she realised where she had leapt back to. Right out of the closet door. The Pink man arched his back and faced the nude blonde, the dark haired cleaning woman continued to howl as the tounges mercilessly licked her nude body. Kendell froze looking at the Pink man right where his eyes should be. Eyes or not his intent was obvious and Kendell was in for a lickin'...
To be continued...
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Kendell's Touch. Part Four: The Pink Man Cometh. (*/f)
Most of the time people dreamt about fairly surreal things. Sometimes it’s something nice, like flying, or a sexual fantasy. Other times it can be bad, like someone trying to kill you, or worse. Frankly Kendell would rather have had the killing one, because her current sedative induced sleep was easily providing the worst nightmare of her life.
Thus far the leggy big breasted blonde had been stripped of her clothing, tickled by a four armed beast, thrown into a bottomless pit of infinite tickling hands, been tickled by an insane cleaning lady and now the poor girl stood before the seemingly infamous yet previously unseen 'Pink man'. Kendell, from the safety of being hidden in a closet, had just witnessed the Pink man turn the once domineering cleaning lady into a hysterical, naked, sweating mess. The bizarre creature had stripped the woman of her clothing, pinned her down on the coffee table and lay on top of her causing intense, pleading laughter, from the merciless tickle torture.
“Please…” Kendell said to the man made of nothing but wiggling tongues, a word she had said all too often through out this nightmare. “…don’t do that to me.”
"Do what?" The Pink man asked as he stood to his toungue covered feet, leaving the dark haired woman limp and gasping for air on the wooden coffee table. "Tickle you? You break into my home and tell me what to do?"
"I-I didn't come here on purpose..." Kendell's voice wavered with fear as she took steps backwards to corrospond with the steps the Pink man was taking towards her. "...please I...I just want to go home."
"If you are here, I own you. There for you are home." The Pink man used the same logic as the four armed man previously, the situation only becoming more frightening as Kendell could not go back any futher without returning to the closet with the darkness that tickled.
Looking at the sweating exhausted naked woman laying limp on the table, Kendell was determined not to end up like her. Quickly side stepping Kendell made a break for the front door but the poor nude blonde was just as quickly grabbed from behind. The Pink man reached up under Kendell's arms, clasping his hands over either of her milky white melons and pulling her back into towards his wiggling torso. The tounges from his arms wickedly caressed her ribs and breasts while hundreds more ran over her back and cute hyper ticklish butt.
"HOOOHAAAHAHA!" Kendell wailed as she kicked, the only thing preventing her from collapsing was the Pink man's incredible strength. "NONONONONOHOOHO! HAHAOO!"
In the real world, a few years back now, Kendell had gone out with a guy who licked her foot. Up until less than half an hour ago current time, that had been the most intense tickling the poor cackling blonde had ever experienced. The touch of a purposley tickling tounge was, for whatever reason, far worse than the prod, poke or stroke of a finger. A man made of tounges was Kendell's worst nightmare and while in reality she was being hoisted safley into a hospital bed for observation, the nightmare of a man made of toungues was inescapable.
"Ohh you are much more tickish than the others!" The Pink man taunted only making Kendell furious amongst her hyusterics, the poor girl couldn't stand the fact she was so helpless when tickled. "When I am done I think I shall feed you to the pink pit!"
Fortunatley Kendell was howling too loud with her own forced laughter to comprehend the Pink man's last words. Had she heard about the 'pink pit' it wouldn't have taken long to realise it was a pit of tounges and the nude girl probably would have fainted. At the time Kendell had no idea, but when she would wake up from this horrible hellish imagining it would become apparant the young woman only had herself to blame. Despite the cruelness and unbearable torture, these were her thoughts and creations, all be them unintentional.
Laughter, tears and sweat weren't the only things Kendell couldn't stop. With the Pink man's swirling moist toungue fingers licking her rigid sensitive nipples the poor girl couldn't help but become involuntarily aroused. Unlike when the pit of hands first touched her g-spot this time Kendell noticed she was becoming incredibly turned on. The intense near full upper body tickling was still torture, however the ticklish nipple licking teased the possibility of sweet heavenly release.
"Careful now" Came a frighteningly familiar voice when the tickling suddenly stopped as with sweat, tears and a virtually rosie pink butt, back, sides, ribs and breasts Kendell fell to the floor. "You don't want her cumming."
"She's more ticklish if she cums." The Pink man spoke frankly to the four armed beast who was just closing the elusive front door behind himself. "I was going to throw her in the pink pit."
"Yep...yeah good idea." The four armed beast put his foot on Kendell's bare side and forced her to roll over onto her back as the two strange creatures chatted like old friends. "...give her the treatment first."
"Oh yeah." The Pink man almost purred with enthusiasm as the two beasts looked down upon the fearful girl.
"Nooo...no..." Kendell sobbed as the four armed beast used one of his huge hands to grip both of the suffering blondes wrists and hoist her up, bare feet dangling nearly a foot from the floor.
"C'mere you." The Pink man turned to demand the naked and exhausted cleaning lady who sluggishly peeled herself from the wooden coffe table with total obidience. "Hold her ankles."
Through much screaming protest and frantic struggling Kendell was pulled out on a forty five degree angle. The four armed beast holding her wrists in one had while the nude cleaning lady knelt on the floor with the blonde's ankles securley locked under one arm. Kendell's screams for mercy were soon interuppted by girlish giggling as the cleaning lady ran the five long nails of her free hand around the wrinkly bottoms of the dreaming girls precious feet.
"Heeheenoohahah! Ohgaawahahad!" Once Kendell's giggling had risen to a steady stream of laughter the stretched out girl was futher tortured when the four armed man's spare three hands began viciously lobster clawing her ribs from behind.
The dancing nails on her soles were in stark constrast to the harsh, almost painful, tickling on her ribs. Worse still was the Pink Man who slithered onto Kendell's nude shaking frame. Despite being suspended off the ground, the weight of the Pink Man seemed to make no difference as he left the floor and lay himself atop the angled woman's heaving body. The wet tounges squirmed everywhere, on her smooth underarms, around her ears and neck, over her lips, collar bone, breasts. Any part of her ribs that wasn't being attacked from behind was cruely licked as was her entire tummy with one particually fast moving pink tounge vibrating in Kendell's cute belly button.
It was far, far worse that Kendell had ever imagined. When she had hid in the closet and watched the cleaning lady get tickled it was a terrible feeling, but the tounges were everywhere. Of course, in reality the dreaming blonde had no idea what it was really like to have several tounges tickling inside her womanhood at once, nor had she ever felt the intrusive caress of an unusually wet tounge inbetween her well toned butt cheeks. The long pink tounges were even slipping inbetween her toes. Fortunatley for Kendell this was a dream and slowly but surley the tortured nude girl was waking up...
"Kendell?" Trish asked, her jade green eyes peering over the top of a three year old woman's magazine. "Oh thank jeez, your awake!"
"...Whu..?" Kendell blinked slowly as she took in her surroundings, she was in a hospital bed wearing nothing more than a thin standard issue baby blue nightie, Trish was standing up from her chair on the other side of the small private room.
"You want some water?" Trish asked grabbing and upturned glass on the bed side table and pivoting toward the small lockless bathroom next to the main door. "Are you okay? I'll call the nurse in a second."
Kendell sat up slowly, weak from three days sleep. It turned out, after being sedated on her bathroom floor by the paramedics, the barbie figured blonde had giggled constantly all the way to the hospital before falling into a state of shock. The shock had kept Kendell completley unconsious for three days straight and Trish had stayed with her the entire time, the nurse checking in once every hour.
Trish called the nurse who checked her over and paged the doctor assigned to Kendell. Despite calling a hospital her home for three days the red headed Trish didn't look any worse for wear. Trish's jeans wrapped to her long smooth legs and perfect ass like paint, the tight white t-shirt did little to hide her large jiggling boobs and her shoulder length red hair was as straight as always.
"Good afternoon Kendell, I'm doctor Hughes." Came a soft professional older man's voice as the door opened an hour after the nurse had called the pager. "It seems we have a rather unusual case..."
"What happened to me?" Kendell said having eaten and regained some strentgh as she sat up in the hospital bed, her long wavey blonde hair tied in a loose pony tail.
"Is she going to be okay?" Trish asked sitting in a standard hospital visitors chair next to the bed as she watched a 5'4ft grey haired man with thin lensed glasses, a white coat and dignified manner about him enter the room.
"That all depends...you see...since Kendell was bought in, I've been trying to find something similar to the symptoms the paramedics described..." Doctor Hughes grabbed the clip board from the end of the bed and peered over his glasses at the jumble of notes and ticked boxes. "I think you maybe suffering from a very rare nerve condition called 'Eximius Sensilis'."
"Nerve condition?" Kendell looked on wide eyed as the doctor hung back the clip board and stayed standing at the foot of the bed with a most pleasent and calming way about him.
"There maybe no need for alarm...my dianosis could be incorrect." The grey haired doctor put emphasis on the word 'could' as he explained Kendell's condition. "There have only ever been three other recorded cases. Basically thee nervous system becomes erratic, causing extreme levels of sensitivity to touch...curiously there are no records of it having any effect on the systems reaction to heat..."
"So its like an attack?" Trish interuppted as she noticed the good doctor trailing off into an irrelevant strain of the topic at hand.
"Quite." Hughes replied realising his brief mistake with a polite smile before swiftly returning to topic. "It appears to happen when your nerves are overly stimulated...such as the reported tickling your date was giving you the other night...in essence your nerves loose control of their threshold, which is why the meer touch of shower water caused you the undue stress resulting in the call for paramedics."
"...How...how do I get rid of it?" Kendell asked shocked at the news she could not even trust her own body.
"Given that this condition is so rare there isn't a definetive cure I'm afraid." His bed side manner was impecible, Doctor Hughes eyes showing true sympathy for his paitent. "If you aren't sedated its possible you'll fall into shock once again...obviously avoiding stimulation would be a good step, then again the attack may simply subside...Trisha tells me that between your brief tickling and the shower, you were okay...prehaps if you have left the shower, just sat down for half an hour or so, your nerves would have gone back to normal."
"Not to be rude but there seems to be a lot of 'Possibles', 'Maybes' and 'Prehaps'..." Trish said obviously more annoyed at the situation than at the doctor. "Are you even sure its this...Eximi...whatever?"
"...no." Doctor Hughes said sincerley placing his hands on the small plasic white wall at the end of the bed. "There simply hasn't been enough research done about Eximius Sensilis to give any definitive cure or prevention...I can only suggest avoiding any unessesery nerve stimulation...and if it happens again...well I'll keep looking into it..."
Kendell sat for a minute taking it in. Trish sighed and glanced at Kendell, holding her hand tight. Doctor Hughes busied himself with the clip board again and with a polite cough excused himself from the room. The nurse came in soon after and told them Kendell was welcome to stay another night but once her energy was back Trish took her back to their apartment that afternoon.
"I found two of them." Kendell said sitting in short shorts and a t-shirt at the computer from her bedroom.
"There were three cases right?" Trish asked clicking the t.v remote to mute as she stood up from the couch and wanderd toward the open door of her flat mate's bedroom.
"Yeah...I've been searching the net for about an hour...theres not much on it." Kendell explained looking up to the red head Trish as she entered the room. "The first one I found was some guy in the fifties...the other one is uncomfirmed, a girl in India found dead..."
"Dead?" Trish asked with surprise and a hint of concern.
"Theres a whole report on her...not much on the guy." Kendell said not sounding as concerned as she should have about the death part. "Says it wasn't the nerve condition itself that killed her...they found bruising on her ribs and stomch...her jaw muscles were stretched to an abnormal size...they found her with her mouth and eyes wide open, she'd been crying."
"...what...what happened to her?" Trish asked standing behind Kendell's chair as she scanned the onscreen report for futher information.
"They called in investigators because of the unusual death...once you wade through all the official language..." Kendell paused to turn in her chair and look Trish in the eye who took a step back toward Kendell's large double bed. "...she was tickled to death."
"...oh no..." Trish said wide eyed taking another step back and sitting down on the bed. "Someone...who?..."
"They never found the guy." Kendell said turning completley in her chair nowhere near as shocked as Trish. "Look...that was one time right? Its not going to happen to me...I just have to do what the doctor said, avoid stimulation to my nerves and theres no reason I can't live a normal life."
"You...fair enough." Trish said in reply letting her mood lighten a little seeing Kendell's logic. "I have to go in a sec...late shift...what about the guy in the fifties?"
"Don't know. Said he never left the house and he was eighteen when he contracted the condition but I couldn't dig up much. The report on the Indian girl was the best I could find." Kendell stood up from her chair and casually wanderd toward the bedroom door. "Don't worry about me okay? Nothings going to happen, it was a freak occcurance."
"Okay. You get some rest." Trish said standing and following Kendell into the lounge before picking up her hand bag and slipping into her stilletos. "I'll be back around eleven, so don't wait up."
Trish wandered off to work, Kendell herself wasn't due back to work for another three days. Whilst the specifics of her hospital visit hadn't been divuldged to the leggy blonde's boss the employer was happy to allow a week off sick. It wasn't as if Kendell hadn't earned it working countless hours overtime at the local DMV. After several minutes sitting idol on the couch Kendell clicked the T.V off and decided relaxation was the order of the day.
In a glorius bare body state the well toned twenty two year old blonde leant foward and dipped her slender fingers into the fluffy white bubbles that sat a top the hot bath water. Smiling to herself with pride for getting the water temputure just right Kendell stretched her long smooth left leg and dipped her cute button toes into through the bubbles. Seductivley slow the nude blonde let herslef slide under the bubbles and closed her eyes with pleasure.
Several minutes passsed before the soaking blonde took a sip of her red wine and glanced to other end of the stark white tub. Sitting next to two half melted red scented candles was a small glass tray, almost like a classy ash tray but far too big. Inside the tray were various colourful tablets, Trish's bath salts. Intrigued and knowing she wasn't usually allowed to use them but could play the sympathy card after her hospital visit, Kendell dropped two of the coloured tabs into the warm bubbly water.
"Oh no!" Kendell squealed with horror when the tablets began to fizz tiny bubbles up against the skin of her back and behind her knees. "Ohno ohnoohno!"
Spalshing quickly from the tub the panicking blonde could already feel her entire body start to tingle. It was the same unsuspecting sensation Kendell had felt in the shower five days before. Now the tall wet nude woman was able to recognise the premptive feeling of her nervous system betraying her as her shakey hand picked up the phone and quickly dialed 911.
"Please!...Eeeheeno! You-HAha!" Kendell dropped to her knees as she struggled with her will power to hold the phone correctly and explain her dilema. "I'meee in trahaha Nono! aahaha Help meeee! AHAHA!"
The phone was left swinging from the small table next to the couch with an operators voice being drowned out by poor Kendell's hysterical laughter. Her mind slipping the poor blonde could only roll on the carpet as the beads of water, her own hair and the long shag carpetting tickled every hyper sensitive inch of her nude body. Help was coming...hopefully.
To Be Continued...
I'm baaaaack...
As some of you may have noticed it's been about 2-3 months since my last post, those of you who PM'd me questioning my whereabouts will already know what was happening. It dawned on me some months ago that I was approching my 1000th post at rapid speed and decided that after roughly four years kicking around the TMF I better make it a good one and make it count.
How to go about making a grand 1000th post, I asked myself. Many idea ran through my head but eventually I decided on simply posting a whole bunch of new stories, given that stories are really the only thing I can contribute here. However, they couldn't just be any stories...oh no. I was more than aware that I had atleast one unfinished story of which I'd never posted a part two and one request I had attempted and dragged along with.
Now whilst there are members who have posts well into the tens of thousands it's going to take me a life time to get there, so bare with me. One thing I was thinking of was writting a list of people I'd like to thank, but what worried me was missing someone out so there will be no such list. Fans and friends know full well who they are and everyone knows the mods do a fantastic job.
Anywho, enough of that dribble. I'm sure your more interested in what's below. The stories posted here will also be posted individually in my archive incase you don't want to wallow through this lot or loose your place. Here's the run down...
-" Erin and Di in 'Identically Ticklish' ": This was a request given to me many many months ago by a friend from this very forum which I accepted and then never finished the original. With guilt riding my back for letting my friend down I simply could not let the 1000th post go without completing something, even though the requestor has already read it here it is for the first time on the TMF.
-" Kendell's Touch ": A brand new character in a brand new six part epic that took up most of the time leading up to this post. The story follows Kendell's torment and has a surprise ending that some may find a little controversial...I'm not saying it's never been done before but none the less it doesn't get done often and may see me slide a few spots in the popularity meter around here.
-" Alternate Carriers ": The previously mentioned story that has never seen a part two until now. Here I've posted both parts for those of you who never saw part one. This follows the terrible misfortune of a young porn starlet whose director thinks she could make a lot more money in the fetish scene.
-" Tina 12: The Bellboy's Honeymoon ": No you didn't read it wrong! She's back in all her glorious ditsiness and big breasted buffoonery. Join fan favourite Tina in her latest misadventure and no need to have read the previous eleven stories either. This story, if all goes according to plan, should be easy enough for anyone to sit down and read without even ever having heard of Tina let alone read her tales of ticklish woe.
-Attachment: Tribute toon by TQLR: One of my favourite tickle fiction writers of all time and one of my favourite tickle toon artists of all time contributes to the 1000th post with another magnificent pic! This colourful wonder shows Tina (from the series mentioned just above) in the throws of ticklish agony. Thanks TQLR!
For those of you who don't know me my name is TickleMantis and I'll be your host for this evening. For those of you who do know me I'm back indefinetly and will be posting regularly again from this point on. Thanks everyone, welcome to my 1000th post and please enjoy the show...
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Erin & Di in... 'Identically Ticklish' FF/ff
The twins had met Erin and Di at a mid year party and got on with them like a house on fire. While their explanations as to why twenty eight year old Erin and twenty seven year old Di were actually at a party for senior high school students were hazey at best, the cute identical blondes were still more than happy to accept an invite to a private party the next friday. The twins spent that friday at school and made their way straight to the beach front address given to them by Erin and Di who had giggled excitedly at last saturday's party when the twins accepted their invite.
The twins, Jenna and Lola were total knockouts. At eighteen years old their private school uniforms made them anyone's wet dream. 5'3 tall, lightly tanned smooth as silk skin, stark icey blue eyes and plump round 36B cup breasts. In their short dark blue skirts, knee high white cotton socks, white lace up pumps and dark blue button up blazers accompanied by tightly bound pony tails the two girls climbed from either side of the bright yellow taxi and made their way towards a small two story rented beach house.
While the twins made their way along the tidy concrete footpath Erin and Di watched from the second story window, the sun light from the bright day lazily shining into the room. While the twins looked good Erin and Di were no misfires in the looks department either. Both stood 5'5 and had large C cups but other than that they were far from identical.
Being and athlete the light haired brunette Di had well toned muscles and soft smooth, slightly tanned skin. Di's wavey hair ran just below her shoulders and the even lighter highlights at the front accentuated her sedutivley cute face. Erin had wider hips than her good friend and gorgeus pouty lips, her light natural blonde hair waved beautifully around her flawless features and the smile that crossed her rosey cheeked face was one of pure mischeif.
"Up here!" A voice called as the twins poked their heads into the open front door and looked directly up the carpetted stairs. "Let yourselves in!"
Jenna and Lola slipped off their white pumps without unlacing and treaded curiously up the soft steps in their white cotton socks. Arriving at the top of the stairs the two wandered into the first room opposite them, having seen the scantly clad Erin and Di standing out on the porch. There wasn't much in the room, it was barley even furnished and not a picture on the wall. There was a large double bed sitting with the head to one wall a small set of drawers, some closet doors and a thin legged table out on the porch next to Erin, who stubbed the remains of a ciggarette out while turning to great her guests.
"We going swimming?" Lola asked with a smile refering to Di's thin jet black bikini top that strained to hold her round cushy boobs.
"Maybe later." Erin said stepping into the room, she wore a thin red sleeves top with two small straps holding it on over either shouler and small denim cut offs that accentuated her peach like butt. "How was school?"
"Boring." Jenna replied sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing her left leg over her right, wiggling her left sock covered foot as it hung in the air. "The week dragged by."
"Not to worry" Di said as she and Erin walked father into the room, sliding the door shut behind them. "Its the weekend now and we have a great night all planned out."
"Is anyone else coming or is it just a girls night?" Lola asked, sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed.
"Just us girls tonight." Erin replied as she opened the top drawer of the small dresser and pulled out a set of jingling keys, underarming them swiftly towards Di. "Jenna, you want to go with Di and get some drinks? Me and Lola will hold the fort until you get back."
"No sense in us all going, we'd have to lock up the house." Jenna said as she stood up and casually followed Di toward the door.
Erin and Lola watched the other two girls leave, heard the front door shut and the car start then glanced at one another exchanging friendly smiles. The silence wasn't akward, far from it, the four babes had only known eachother a week and only met on one occasion but Erin and Di were entirley comfortable for be around, the twins felt like they were old friends. Erin put her hands on her seductive hips and tightened her vision a little.
"Any ideas to pass the time?" Erin said ending with a cute smile as she looked down at the sexy young girl sitting cross legged on the bed.
"I don't know. Got any games? I like tennis if you've got a court around here." Lola replied leaning back on her arms that streched out straight behind her allowing her purky breasts to push at the button up school shirt.
"How about..." Erin said pausing as she kneeled onto the bed facing Lola who leant a little futher back when Erin raised her hands up, fingers spread wide. "Tickle tennis!"
"EEE!" Lola squealed as Erin's ten wiggling fingers gripped the younger girls protruding rib cage causing her arms to give way as she batted with little coordination at Erin's tickling hands. "Hahah ohno! Stop! EEEeeeehee! Tickling me!"
Smiling a devilish smile Erin straddled the squirming high school senior's hips and went to town. Lola's legs unfolded from their crossed posistion and kicked randomly on top of the quickly messying bed covers. Lola tried everything from batting weakly at Erin's arms, grabbing the ticklers wrists and even tickling back but nothing worked. Lola could only laugh and wiggle beneath the gorgeaus twenty eight year old's ten tickling fingers that dug into her ribs and sides through the uniform blazer.
"Your ticklish!" Erin exclaimed happily as she ceased the brief onslaught and pressed both her hands down onto the highschool senior's shoulders, keeping the young girl pinned to the bed.
"Don't do that!" Lola's voice was high pitch with surprise. "Let me up!"
"Oh no...if theres one thing I can't resist its a tickling little twin!" Erin cooed as a wide grin spread across her face half a second before she plunged her wiggling fingers into the soft blouse covered flesh where Lola's breasts met her ribs.
While Lola was busy thrashing in helpless giggles beneath Erin back at the beach house, Di and Jenna were only just arriving at the liquer store. Pulling up in the carpark out the back the two girls locked the doors and made their way around to street side.
"You go in and look around." Di instructed Jenna when they reached the front door of the shop. "I've got to run across the street and get a couple of things, I'll be back in a few minutes."
"No worries." Jenna said wandering through the door as Di looked left and right then made her way to a unknown destination.
Whilst Jenna casually looked around at alcoholic beverages of all shapes and sizes, unaware of her sisters plight not even a mile away, Di gathered a few special items and snuck back to the car with them. Discreetly Di locked the items in the trunk and returned to the store with Jenna.
"EEeeehaha! Ohno! Nono! Erin stop!" Lola squealed back at the beach house as Erin playfully fought to restrain Lola's kicking legs. "No don't!"
After a brief struggle Erin had managed to flip Lola onto her stomch and straddle the young blonde's calves. With Lola's cute little cotton covered feet poking out from between Erin's long smooth legs the poor high school senior was tearing at the duvet and trying all sorts of rolling techniques to break free. Erin raised her hands high above her head which caught Lola's attention for the half second before the ten tickling fingers plunged through the air and landed wiggling onto the trapped girls sock covered, and apparently very ticklish, feet.
"Whats that noise?" Di asked curiously as her and Jenna climbed from the car with a bag full of bottles each as they looked up to the second story of the beach house from the small concrete drive way.
"...Its Lola...I know that noise anywhere" Jenna said with a cheeky smile as her and Di slipped their shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. "Shes being tickled."
Arriving in the upstairs bedroom Di and Jenna placed their bags of bottles on the floor and looked directly at Erin. Erin was still kneeling on the bed with Lola's cute little socked feet upturned and poking out from between her legs. Lola was holwing with laughter and rolling about manically as best she could, slamming her arms into the matress as her feet were tickled without relent.
"...Hello." Erin said finally ceasing playing with the younger blonde's feet yet not moving an inch from her kneeling position.
"Having fun?" Di asked as she pulled a couple of bottles from a bag, bending over to retrieve the bottles gave the other three girls a rather pleasent view of the bottom of Di's gorgeus butt cheeks when her short shorts lifted up the back of her thys.
"No!" Lola answered quickly before Erin had a chance, she had rolled onto her side and was resting on her elbow now able to see Di and Jenna but only the back of Erin who still sat on her legs. "She's been tickling me the whole time you've been gone!"
"Really?" Jenna asked with a slightly uncomfortable look but obviously trying not to show it. "Maybe she's had enough...?"
"Why?" Di asked as she turned her head having almost walked out of the room, a bottle in each hand. "Your not ticklish too are you?"
"...We both are." Jenna replied after a short pause that was obviously the time it took to decide that honesty was the best policy. "But we can't stand it, our mom used to tickle us all the time."
Jenna was quick to add the last part about not being able to stand it. Di smiled an odd little smirk and walked out of the room, apparently in the search of drinking glasses. Erin finally let Lola up who straightened her blouse. The two sisters went to admire the ocean view from the deck that protruded from the side of the house. Erin excused herself and went to help Di with the drinks, wondering what was taking so long.
"...and Lisa said 'not with that on you don't'." Di finished her story and took another sip of her brightly coloured drink, Erin, Jenna and Lola all laughed at the amusing story. The girls all now sat on plastic picnic chairs out on the deck around a small table. The four women had been there a little over half an hour enjoying one anothers company. Curiously, as time went by, Jenna and Lola seemed to be getting more and more docile while Erin and Di were getting increasingly hyper active in their moods.
"Jen? Jen...na?" Lola strained to sit up as with half open eyes she looked at her identical twin in the chair next to her who had seemingly fallen completley asleep. "Jen...are youuuu..."
Lola too drifted off into the land of slumber and both the twins were now in a very deep sleep indeed. It had merley been a matter of grinding up some sleeping pills and putting them in the right drinks. Di and Erin moved the eighteen year old twins one by one back into the bedroom and it wasn't until nearly midnight that the twins awoke feeling very refreshed, but very very confused.
"Oooh look whos awake!" Erin said loudly looking at Jenna who rose her head slowly and then shot her eyes open wide when she realised her predicament. "Di come in here! They're waking up!"
The first thing, upon waking, that the twins noticed was they were trapped. The second and possibly more disturbing thing was that they were both stark naked. Both of them sat kneeling on the bed, their feet out upturned behind them and their arms streched high in the air. Jenna and Lola were roughly a foot apart. Nylon rope was the restraint of choice, wrapper expertly around either ones writsts and then leading up into a black hole in the celling where a hatch to the attic had been removed. While their hands were bound by seperate ropes their feet were bound by one single length of soft pure white silk. The silk had been laid over the back each girls achilles and wrapped tightly looping under the bed and tied in a hard knot off to one side. Behind their knees was another piece of silk allowing them very little movement and lining the four cute bare feet all in a little row.
"...Ohmygod." Jenna said whipping her head from side to side as she saw her sister next to her in the same posistion as she, poor Lola's curly golden haired mound exposed along with rest of her flawless body. "...what are you doing!?!"
"Hush." Di said as she entered the room still in her tight black bikini but now without the short shorts, pressing her index finger to her full lips. "We're not going to hurt you."
"...Wha...What are you doing? Let us out!" Lola tugged at her bonds and looker back at her feet, she could move her head, move her butt back, forth and side to side a little and move her hands from the wrtist but that was it. "What are you doing!?!"
"Caaaalm down." Erin said as she seductivley rose from her chair and stubbed another ciggarette out in a small glass ashtray that sat on the small table they had obviously bought in from the porch. "Its nothing bad, we're just going to play some games."
"We um, we don't like these type of games." Jenna said looking at her sister for agreement and then back to Di and Erin who now stood less than five feet from the end of the bed. "Please...just untie us and we'll play something else."
"But thats the game" Di began as she stood foward barley half a foot from the end of the large bed. "if we untie you, it makes it a lot harder for us."
"Wh-what're you going to do to us?" Lola stammered her words with fear, the blue eyed eighteen year old looking just as wide eyed as her sister from shock of the bizzare situation.
"That..." Erin stepped foward next to her bikini clad friend, the sexy blonde still in her thin red top. "Would be telling."
Neither of the sisters made a sound, they both had the exact same reaction. Di quickly and breifly danced all ten of her long finger nails up Jenna's bare taut sides, Erin did the same to Lola. The twins tensed up in their bondage, pursed their lips and opened their eyes as wide as possible before slumping back into a slightly less tense position when the free women relaxed their evil arms back down.
"Hmmm" Di said tilting her head to one side and shifting her eyes back and forth between the two bound school students. "It would appear they wish to resist us."
"We'll we tried being friendly." Erin replied as she rose her hands back up and followed Di as the two took a twin each and began running their long nails all over the bound blonde's exposed, well toned tummys.
Their eyes bugged out and then clenched tight closed, their cheeks puffed up as their lips pursed tight but other than that Lola and Jenna had less than identical reactions. The wiggling was sparadic as the two nude blondes struggled to keep the impending laughter in. Darting in every direction as best as the bonds would allow Jenna and Lola tried everything to avoid the ten wiggling fingers coming at each of their sensitive tummys. Their cheeks grew red with strain. Di and Erin smiled at one another.
"EEEhahah! Nohohoooo!" Lola squealed, followed only a second later by Jenna's dam of giggles bursting. "Stop! Stoahahaha!"
Once the giggles began they wouldn't, couldn't, stop. The twins had always been able to hold for a few seconds and if the tickling stopped within that early stage it was dandy. When they could hold no longer and the laughter began, it was unstoppable. Being as ticklish as they were it had been a frequent, all be it unwanted, recurring even in their lives. Jenna and Lolandra's mother would often tickle them, once one was breathless she would move onto the other. The twins equally beautiful yet more mature mother had learned early on that tickled twins ganging up on her was not a good thing.
Shaking hard at their bonds Jenna and Lola continued to giggle and plead, still shocked by their predicament. The light dancing and fast stroking of Erin and Di's long nails on their ticklish tummys was merciless and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Atleast when their mother would get them the twins were able to move around and more often than not had some form of clothing between their skin and her vicious wiggling fingers.
"Hows yours?" Erin asked as she stepped back and watched Lola giggle and breath hard.
"Ticklish as sin" Di replied as she too stepped back and admired the heavily breathing nude sisters. "and we haven't even begun."
"No...hhh, you can't do this!" Jenna yelled, red faced and flustered, her hair still tied back tight in a perfect pony tail just like her sisters.
"This is illegal!" Lola yelled even louder as she strained her biceps as if trying to pull the entire house down.
"...Its only illegal if you get caught." Erin replied after a brief thought and suddenly took one giant step foward, lifting her arms and began running her long nails all over poor Lola's taut smooth underarms.
"AAAhahaha! Noohahastop! ahahah!" Lola rocked hard from side to side but that was the problem, the tickling was coming from both sides. "Pleeeeheehee ohnahaha haha!"
"Stop it! Stop her!" Jenna yelled at Di who seemed to be ignoring the situation as she wandered out of the room with a suspiciously casual stride. "Leave her alone you bitch! Stop it!"
"Such foul language." Erin ceased and turned her attentions to Jenna which caused the young girl to swallow hard with instant regret of her name calling.
"No wait dON'T! EEEHAHAhahaaa!" Jenna squealed, throwing her head back with laughter as Erin galloped her fingers around the protesting girls ticklish underarms. "I'm sorreeeheheee please! AHAHahaha!'
While her sister arched her back and rapid fired giggles from the underarm tickling, Lola was not about to make the same mistake Jenna had. Neither one of the twins wanted the other to be tickled, they both hated it so much. Lola quickly studied her binds, she pulled hard hurting her arms with gritted teeth but it was no use.
"Why are you doing this!?!" Lola screamed when the bikini clad Di wandered back into the room with the same shopping back she had secretly placed into the trunk of the car some hours ago. "HELP! HELP US! HEEEELP!"
"That won't work." Di smiled as she lay the mystery bag on the floor and smiled again whilst taking a peek at the various contents. "These houses are for honey mooners and holiday makers mostly, barley a soul around for miles."
"Speaking of soles..." Erin said wiggling her ten long fingers in front of the terrified twins.
"Don't!" Both Jenna and Lola yelled in unison, streching their necks to spring their heads foward in order to make the point clear.
"Oh don't worry, we're not going to tickle your little feetsies." Erin giggled to herself as Di bent over into the mystery back and pulled two tubes of unidentified spray. "...Yet."
"What...what is that?" Lola asked as tears welled up in eyes, the levity of her situation finally setting in as she watched Di hand Erin one of the two identifiable cylanders.
"Shaving cream of course." Di replied as stepped foward and quickly began sparying the thick white foamy substance all over Jenna's curly blonde crotch.
"Stop it! Stop!" Lola cried as she too got the shaving scream sprayed inbetween her legs. "Stop!! Why are you doing this to us?!"
Neither Erin or Di answered. Both the twins sobbed as they watched their tormentors put the cans away and revealed a razor each. Horrified at the prospect of being cut both Jenna and Lola stayed completley still as Erin and Di took a twin each and sliced away the excess hair, leaving only small stubble and clearing most of the cream.
"Almost done..." Di said, taking the razor from Erin and exchanging them in the bag for a single electric shaver no bigger than a T.V remore. "Hold her butt."
"AAAAH!" Jenna screamed with ticklish surprise as the buzzing tool slid over her womanhood. "STahaha! NahahahAAA!"
Bucking back and forth in the air as best she could Jenna was unaware that Erin had climbed on the bed behind her. Only when Erin gripped a well toned ass cheek in each hand, pushing the squealing twin into the vibrating razor, did Jenna become aware of the blonde twenty eight year old's location.
Lola could do nothing but continue to uselessly tug her own bonds while her sister was tickled in a spot neither of them knew was ticklish before hand. Lola had never been tickled there, but it seemed Jenna was extremley sensitive and being identickle it did not bode well for her future.
Listening to her sister howl with laughter Lola knew that the twins would have to use the same tatic used when the other was being tickled by their mother. General policy among the twins was to keep your mouth shut tight if the other was being tickled senseless in order to avoid the attention being moved to yourself. Minutes ago when Jenna had told them to stop tickling Lola the attention then got turned to her. Both the twins had learnt their lesson. With the exception of the bondage, nudity and forced shaving this was no different to when their mom would get them.
"No...please...don't do it!" Lola cried as Jenna slumped, breathless in her bonds, and Erin and Di turned their lustful gazes toward her. "I'll die if YAAAHAHAHahahah! Ohhhhahaha!"
Jenna sobbed in her newly shaven breathlessness and was slowly shocked to realise that the vibrating had turned her on more than a little. The panting blondes nipples were hard as rock but the howling of her sister who was now suffering the same torment was more than enough to bring her down again. It was the vibrating that had done it, not the tickling. The tickling was torture and poor Lola was all to aware of it at that moment.
Causing even more uproarius laughter to compliment the good vibrations, Erin was rapidly dancing her long nails over poor Lola's sensitve but cheeks. For the young blonde it was sensory overload on her mid section, back, forth, it didn't make any difference. No matter which way Lola swung it all lead to ticklish torment.
"Hey Di...check this out." Erin said after several minutes when Di finally stopped the buzzing as she climbed off the bed.
"Oooh" Di said with amusement as she admired Lola's tickled pink butt cheeks. "Pink butt....you know I think we should have put the shaving cream on after we used the electric clippers...I think its broken."
Lola gasped for air as tears rolled down her rosey red cheeks. Jenna kept dead quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to herself or her stubbly mound. Di and Erin huddled around the mystery back until they gave up on trying to fix the cream filled shaver.
"Now...stay VERY still." Di said as both her and Erin turned from the bag with hand held shavers.
Kneeling before a crying twin each Erin and Di set about carefully gliding their respective blades down the freshly aroused love muscles. Afraid of being cut the blonde twins sweated it out, remaining as still as humanly possible. Occasionally a stray finger nail would stroke briefly on the highly sensitive area between their legs, causing them to stiffle a giggle but other than that the process went without incident. It was a matter of minutes before the two identical girls were totally hairless, bar those on their pretty little heads.
"I think your about ready..." Erin said as her and Di both placed the razor blades back into the bag of mystery and turned back to face their bound nude victims.
"Do you know what we're going to do to you?" Di asked seductivley as she placed her hands lovingly around Jenna's slender hips. "Tell them Erin..."
"We're going to softly...every so softly...drive you both completley mad." With that Erin immediatley lobster clawed poor Lola's taught rib cage sending the young blonde into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
"Please Di...please jusAHAH! NOOOHHAHA!" Jenna screamed as Di reached behind her and squeezed both of the eighteen year old's firm butt cheeks only seconds after her sister was sent into ticklish madness from the rib assault. "Stop! AHAHA! EEEHAHAH!"
The two identical girls cackled and thrashed at their restraining ropes as best they could. Lola had Erin's fingers digging deep inbetween her soft ribs, rapidly moving up and down. Jenna could feel Di's curious hands poking and prodding at her smooth ass and howled with wide horror in response. Jenna had never had her butt tickled before and couldn't believe how sensitive it was, while Lola was also beside herself with disbelief as it seemed being totally helpless made her even more ticklish.
"You know I didn't actually think they'd be THIS ticklish!" Erin grinned with delight as she moved her wiggling fingers down to Lola's sweet squirming tummy and ran her long nails about teasingly. "We really lucked out with these two!"
"I know, I can't believe it either." Di yelled with similar joy over the loud screaming laughter as she too switched posistions to Jenna's smooth stretched underarms. "Its like their entire bodies are big tickle spots!"
"NOOOOHHH! Screamed Lola as she arched her back painfully before slipping into intense silent laughter when Erin slipped a finger into the young woman's cute belly button.
"Speaking of tickle spots, I think I just found Lola's." Erin took a step in closer and used her free hand to dance her long nails over Lola's sensitive mound. "See if you can find Jenna's!"
"Nooo...no pleheeheese." Jenna cried as Di stood back from her while Lola suffered cruely next to her.
"Is it your belly button like your sister?" Di asked prodding at Jenna's equally adorable innie causing a small squeal to ellict from her pouty lips. "Or is it somewhere else...are you truly identical?"
"Identical." Erin repeated, putting emphasis on the last two syllables of the word before she began passionatley licking behind Lola's left ear, still tickling her belly button and post shaven womanhood driving the poor high school senior completley mad.
"No...no don't make do this." Jenna sobbed knowing Di was going to try every trick to get the twin to confess her most sensitive of spots, and the tricks would probably work. "This is torture for us...don't you understand?"
"Apparently not." Di replied then paused for a few seconds and watched the stunning sight of Erin tickling Lola in three places at once. "...Now, tell me your ticklish spot."
"...I...I can't, please..." Terror made Jenna's eyes shoot quickly from side to side, watching her sister be tickled like that was almost as terrible as the tickling itself.
"I think you can." Di said with a wicked leer, walking over to the mystery back and rifeling around within. "If you can't...then I'll have to find out for myself..."
"Ohmygod!" Jenna screamed as Di turned around holding a large reverse strap on dildo/butt plug combo which even more frighteningly has a power cord running from it. "You can't do this!"
While Jenna screamed bloody murder, Lola was sweating along with Erin who was having a ball of a time. More surprising than the situation itself was the fact that not only was Lola being forced into silent laughter but she couldn't help but become aroused. The licking and kissing of her neck and ear lobes and the horrid ticklish sensations that danced between her legs were having a most perverce effect on her young undressed body that she could definetly have done without. Erin's arousal on the other hand was very much welcome by the slightly older blonde who's sweet nipples stood to attention.
"Please...take it off!" Jenna sobbed now having the odd leather and rubber device strapped securley around her mid section, the butt plug securley in place and the large dildo having been slid into her. "Don't...no don't...what are you doing to me?"
"Just relaaax..." Di said as she plugged the electrical cord into a wall socket, the cord protruted from the side of the strap on. "Tell me where your most ticklish spot it...or I'll turn it on."
"...Its...it my....Oh please! I can't take this!" Jenna cried loudly, completley unnoticed by her sister who was in the throws of ticklish torment despite the increasing wet patch between her thys. "AAAAHHH OHGAAAAAoo Turn it ooOOff! oONoooOOOO"
When Di flicked the switch the dildo began slowly sliding itself back and forth due to its intricate inner workings. The butt plug, in contrast, began virbrating rapidly and was a sensation Jenna had never imagined, let alone felt. Neither of the twins were virgins, but this was quite different to the clumbsy fumblings of teenage boys. This was a grand torturous arousal that forced would have forced a most apocolyptic orgasm had Di not switched it off.
"Oo..uhhh..noaHOOOooo..." Lola broke her silent laughter to release unwanted moans in her sweaty nude state as Erin tickled and tickled the poor bound girl right through several mind blowing orgasms, not once letting up on the cruel belly button prodding.
"Whats wrong with this one?" Erin said with a hint of exhaustion, turning to Di who had just switched the bizzare strap on device off for the fifth time, once again depriving Jenna of orgasmic hell.
"She refuses to tell me her most ticklish spot." Di said as she stood next to Erin and they examined the highly aroused and frustrated teen. "Prehaps you could help me with this while Lola recovers..."
"I'd be more than happy to." Erin smiled as she craddled Jenna's chin between her index finger and thumb starring directly into her jaded eyes. "Last chance...where is it?"
"....Look...if..if I tell you...you have to untie us okay?" Jenna looked at Erin with tear filled eyes hoping she would have some mercy now that the sadistic blonde had already played with her sister.
"No." Erin said with the most devilishly playful grin you ever saw followed instantly by Di switching the strap on device on once again.
"OOOOooaStOOoooHHHP!" Jenna gritted her teeth and tried hard to ignore the ecstacy that the erotic device was causing in her mid section.
"Shall we?" Di asked rhetorically as she suddenly danced all ten of her long nails over Jenna's jiggling boobs causing the poor girl to begin giggling rapidly among her moans.
Erin followed suit as she wiggled her ten fingers, delving them into Jenna's smooth underarms. Sensory overload as her mid section was uncontrollably pleasured while her tummy, ribs, breats and underarms were all touched upon by twenty wiggling fingers.
"Just tell us where it is and this will end!" Erin said followed by soft blowing on Jenna's already hardend nipples as she clawed at the tortured girls ribs.
"Tell us Jenna!" Di carried the interogattion as she planted a finger securley in her belly button and used the other hand to lightly massage Jenna's right nipple.
"Is it your boobs? Your underarms?" Erin asked as she switched between the various body parts as she said them. "Your tummy?"
"Your ribs? Your butt?" Di said reaching behind the girl and pinching the exposed cheek that wasn't covered by the strap on's leather. "...Your feet?"
"....oooOOooOONOOOOO!" Jenna screamed among her moans of ecstacy as an awfully intense orgasm ripped through her body when she realised, as Erin and Di back away with large toothy grins, that they had figured out her spot of all spots.
"The feet." Di and Erin said in unison, very pleased with themeselves indeed while they enjoyed the show of the vibrating pumping plug in device forcing Jenna through orgasm after unstoppable orgasm.
Minutes passed as Jenna went from wailing tortured moans to queit tearful unrelenting passion and eventually silent suffering. By the fifth minute the poor girl thought her body was no capable of any more, but her nude framed prooved her wrong time and time again. The orgasms pumped through her body, each one unbelieveably more intense than the last, growing more and more sensitive to each one. Finally, in the eighth minute, Jenna passed out with a tiny squeak.
"What...what are you doing with her?" Lola asked as Di and Erin untied the unconcious Jenna, freeing her of the strap on device and carrying her nude sweaty body from the room. "Is she okay?"
"...She's fine." Erin replied as she along entered the room, neither Di nor Jenna were anywhere to be found. "Just a little tired."
"You...you can't do this...this isn't even legal!" Lola bought up the legality of the situation once again, the threat of prison seemed to be the only real thing the young woman had goin for her at that point.
"Legal schmegal." Erin smiled not seeming to care at all while she searched around once again the bag that contained a seemingly endless supply of totorous devices. "What we're doing is completley forbidden."
"...Okay...okay please...you...you can do whatever you want to me, just no more tickling okay?" Lola pleaded with the utmost seriousness of her proposition when she saw Erin holding a long stiff feather in one hand a slim stark white electric tooth brush in the other. "No more tickling...its torture okay?...PLEASE!"
With a click and a whir the tooth brush began spinning. Erin walked slowly toward helpless bound Lola who shook her head at the sight of the two contrasting devices closing in on her plump breasts. Closer and closer they got, four inches away and Lola reaslised Erin had zeroed in square on her highly senstive nipples.
"Scream for me." Erin whispered as she fluttered the feather lightly over Lola's right aerole and used the spinning tooth brush tendrils to engul the left one.
"AAAAHAHAHA! NAAAAHAHAH!" Lola had no choice, both tickled maddeningly but the difference in technique began driving her totally insane after the first micro second.
The right nipple was sweetly teased, the soft white caress of the feather tickled intensley, but along with it came a naughty pleasure that Lola could have done without. The left nipple was harshly brushed causing no end of ticklishness, a hard rough assault as opposed to the light loving touch of the feather. The feather and electric tooth brush both tickled insanley, the common nature stopped there and it drove Lola mad.
Meanwhile, two doors down the hallway, was another bedroom in which Jenna was slowly waking up. While the room was well lit it did not have access to a deck, nor did it have access to the attic. What it did have was one single window that looked out over the ocean and a large four post bed with a dark wood head board that contained a myriad of intricate carvings. On the bed itself was Jenna, who as she woke realised she was still quite naked and still quite trapped.
"Wha?" Jenna tugged at her arms, trying to pull them down it took only a second to realise her wrists were bound tightly together and tied securley to the center of the wooden head board. "...no!"
Looking down across her nude body Jenna noticed her legs were spread wide and tied tightly to the foot end posts. A gasp of shock escaped her lips when the eighteen year old tried to wiggle her feet onto to be restrained by ten small pieces of string. One piece of string for each toe, all pulled back and looped around her own ankle. Jenna's toes were being held back, her delicate flawless soles streched to the max and her stomch sank with fear.
"No 'gasm for you!" Erin teased back in the other room as she could tell Lola was nearing another thunderous orgasm from the nipple tickling, dropping the feather and toothbrush she once again dug all ten fingers into her tickle-toy's soft sides.
"NAHAHHHH!" Lola cried with squealing laughter as any hope of orgasm was shattered by the most unconsensual tickling.
"Your torturing me! This is torture!" Jenna screamed angrily at Di who was now completley nude and strutting confidently around the large bed admiring her bound blonde, Di's large creamy white boobs jiggling as she walked.
"Hmm mmm." Di said as she knelt down at the foot end of the bed on the long soft carpet and sat directly inbetween Jenna's feet that could only wiggle slightly from the ankle. "Tickle torture!"
A long high pitch screeh burst from Jenna's lips before suddenly everything went dead quiet. Di's long nails danced over the balls of Jenna's streched feet and down her arches, around the heels and up under her cute little tied toes in totally random motion. All that could be heard was the occasional squeak as Jenna thrashed her head from side to side and tears squeezed out from her tightly shut eye lids.
Apart from eachother the only other person on earth who had known of Jenna and Lola's most ticklish spots before this night was their mother. While their mother tickled them almost everyday she was still merciful enough to steer clear of Lola's belly button and Jenna's feet...most of the time. Very rarley would their mother ever attack their most sensitive of spots and when she did it was never for long. Unfortunatley neither Di nor Erin were an ounce as merciful as the twin's mother.
It wasn't long after Erin had slipped her long wet tounge into Lola's belly button that the poor high school student had passed out from pure exhaustion. Whilst Lola napped in her hanging state Erin made her way to the other room, where Di was still raking her nails cruely up and down Jenna's off the charts ticklish feet.
"Want to see what I did to Lola?" Erin asked she walked into the room and saw the nude Di standing at the bed, five fingers dedicated to each light pink sole.
"Is she out?" Di asked standing to the right and concertrating all ten fingers on poor crying Jenna's left foot.
"Watch this..." Erin said as she kneeled down to Jenna's free right foot and extended her long wet tounge.
Jenna had now gone quite literally insane. It was too much tickling and it had driven her over the edge of sanity, it tickled and tickled as the warm moist pink tounge slipped between her toes and slid down her arch. One foot felt the cruel fast strokes of ten long nails while the other was licked and licked and licked.
Sweating nude and crying Jenna's mind was gone, she could not think words and any concern for her sister had gone aswell. Thought of any kind was gone, the terrible tickling just went on forever. Unlike Lola who had succumb to exhaustion, poor Jenna showed no sign of passing out for a good long time...
THE END.
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Kendell's Touch. Part one: Madness (M/f)
Kendell would never normally go this far on a thrid date but Sam Lucas was one fine looking fellow. A clean bald head, six foot, dark brown skin and eyes to match, not to mention he obviously worked out. The two made out comfortably on the couch cushions of Kendell's two bedroom apartment, her room mate fortunatley elsewhere.
Now Sam's tall dark an handsom appearance was in stark contrast to Kendell, although also tall, she had long creamy white legs and fair skin accompanied by long wavey blonde hair which made her a much desired young woman. It was Sam's charm more than anything that had got him through the door and on top of the busty twenty two year old, whos tight white t-shirt he was causally untucking from her belted up blue jeans.
"Eep!" Kendell made a funny litle squeak as she paused her kissing for half a second when Sam's large hand crept up under her shirt onto the sensitive skin of her well toned tummy.
Passing it off as nothing more than cold hands Sam continued pushing his hand futher up her shirt with his goal location rather obvious. Being careful not to touch Kendell's skin the back of his hand pressed against the cotton t-shirt as it slid higher up her torso. Kendell flicnhed a little as Sam pressed his index finger lightly into the cushy side of her left melon sized boob, he retracted quickly fearing he may be over stepping her third date boundries.
"They'll warm up in a second." Sam said softly in his deep bass voice refering to what he thought was his cold hands as he pulled back from kissing and once again tried caressing the side of Kendell's bra bound breast.
"Eee hee! Its not cold..." Kendell giggled with a cute smile as she leant back in to kiss some more "...you just need to be more careful."
"...Oh." Sam said playfully pulling back avoiding the blue eyed blonde's advances as he leisurley proded the side of Kendell's breast which balooned out from the side of her bra.
"Eee! Stop that!" Kendell slapped Sam's hand through the shirt as she realised he had only just caught on as to why she squeaked and giggled everytime he tried to touch her.
"What the matter?" Sam asked teasingly as he dug his finger into the soft buldge of Kendell's quivering bosom.
"Oh! EEEHeeehehe! Stop! Get out!" Kendell squealed for the few seconds Sam had his finger wiggling into her sensitive skin as she batted at his hand once again. "Oh don't! Don't!"
Relenting, Sam smiled as Kendell quit batting his hand, a big toothy white grin plastered across her face. His hand still sat up her shirt although now hovering only half an inch from her skin both Kendell and Sam smiled akwardly at each other, neither one sure what to do next. Was Sam going to behave and get back to the business at hand? Should Kendell make a move and untuck his shirt? Or would Sam suddenly slip his other hand up Kendell's shirt and dig all ten fingers into her soft sensitive ribs?
"EEEE! OHHA! NOEEEEHEEE HeHEheEEE!" Kendell thrashed quickly beneath the man stradling her to her own couch as he quickly squeezed the upper sides of the young blonde's torso causing involuntary streams of laughter. "HAHA! NOOOHOO HAHA!"
It was blatantly obvious from the tiny giggles Kendell had given off when Sam first touched her that she was incredibly ticklish, what he didn't know was that she hated and feared it more than anything. Kendell had never been the kind of girl to simply laugh and wiggle a little when tickled, for her it was a most stressful form of torture in the most literal sense of the word. Poor Kendell's facial expressions would quickly change between that of hysterical laughing to an almost sad yet angry warped hysterics.
Worst of all apart from the utter horror of being tickled was the fact all of Kendell's defenses were lost to her. Tickling was indeed an incredible weakness for Kendell. Amongst her uncontrollable laughter and hopeless wiggling, ecspecially against someone as strong as Sam, she could do nothing to stop it but laugh in a most uncoordinated manner.
"Your a little ticklish then?" Sam asked teasingly as he pulled his hands away, although not actually removing them from under the panting girls shirt.
"...huh...get up..." Kendell now with bright red cheeks tapped Sam on the thy as she tried to remain as calm as possible while she caught her much welcome breath. "...c'mon up you get. I wanna talk to you."
"We can talk here." Sam said with a friendly smile as Kendell tried to slowly push his hands out from underneath her shirt resulting in nothing but Sam pushing down a little with his legs as he easily straddled her well shaped hips.
"We could..." Kendell said making another casual attempt to sit up without even a hint of movement from Sam's hands leaving under her shirt. "...but I'd rather sit up."
"But if you sit up, you'll be harder to tickle." Sam was still playing with his friendly smile but the conversation was going exactley where Kendell didn't want it to.
"...Well I don't want to be tickled anymore." Kendell said after a short pause hoping her honesty and slightly more serious tone would make him realise she was no longer having fun.
As it was in pretty much every other ticking related situation Kendell had ever been victim to or witnessed the tickler did not relent when asked. Digging his strong fingers back in, Sam pressed his thumbs into the sides of the screaming blonde's bust and wiggled his fingers around the back of her heaving rib cage. Sam, like nearly every other person who had ever tickled Kendell, simply did not understand how torturous this was for a girl as sensitive as she and would continue tickling as if just some big game.
Fortunatley one person who shared her pain to a certain degree, was Kendell's red headed big breasted room mate Trish. Trish too suffered the indignity of being hopelessly ticklish, however not quite to the intensley sensitive extent as Kendell. Where as Kendell maintained a friendly demeanor, never wanting to be rude or bossy unless the situation absolutley called for it, Trish held a more bold and dominant personality.
"Oh sh-" Trish half swore in angry surprise as she left the door half open, keys still in the hole, dropping her hand bag as she rushed to the aid of her teary eyed and hysterical friend. "Get off her!"
"Wha-?" Sam turned in surprise as he felt Trish's hands clamp like a vice around his bicep and tug hard in an attempt to yank him from Kendell who still howled with ticklish torment.
"Get off of her you prick!" Trish yelled hitting Sam in the back with the bottom of her fist as he finally pulled his hands from under Kendell's shirt. "Can't you see shes crying?!"
"We were just playing!" Sam defended himself, still a little surprised at the sudden commotion as he stood up quickly from the couch and turned to face the woman who had interrupted his fun. "Whats wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me?!" Trish yelled angrily as she sat down on the couch and helped the teary eyed gasping Kendell to sit up. "She hates being tickled you idiot! Get out!"
"I'm not leaving I'm a guest! Kendell?" Sam debated, quickly looking for support from his date.
"...hhh go." Kendell whispered quietly between breaths, wiping the tears that had streamed down her bright red cheeks.
"Look I..." Sam began, reaching for his jacket as he reaslised he was no longer welcome. "...I'll call you tommorow."
"...No you fucking won't." Trish stated as she closed the door behind him, looking back to her fragile looking friend. "Are you okay honey?"
"Hmm...I...I'm okay." Kendell stood up slowly looking a little akward and twitchy, almost like she was still being tickled. "I think I'll take a shower."
"Good idea. Get that idiots stink off you." Trish said giving Kendell a comforting rub on the shoulder to which the seeming nervous blonde quickly flinched away. "Are you sure your okay?"
"...Yeah...yeah I'm okay." Kendell said softly as she wandered toward the bathroom.
It was a minute or two before Trish ceased reading the begginings of an article in the tv guide and began to hear what sound like giggles coming from the bathroom. Placing the small magazine on the coffe table the busty red head curiously tip toed towards the bathroom door. Shifting her shoulder length red hair back, Trish pressed her ear against the surface of the dark brown grain wood door and listened carefully, sure enough the occasional giggle could be heard.
"Kendell? Kendell? Are you alright in there?" Trish quiered with the utmost curiousity.
"I'm fine...just going in the shower." Kendell said still in a soft slightly nervous voice followed by the sound of their fast hard shower. "AHAHAH NOOHHOO EEEE! STOP! STOP IT! HAHAHA!"
"The hell?!" Trish yelled stepping back from the door as a reactioun to the sudden screams of tortured laughter coming from within the locked bathroom. "I'm coming in!"
With a loud bang Kendell was able to kick the door open, expecting the worst, expecting Sam had snuck back in, it was far far more bizzare. Kendell was indeed being tickled, and the poor girl was most certainly begging for relent from the ticklish torture, but this time it was no over cofident third date. It wasn't an older brother, a cheeky friend or a fun loving pal of her dads. It was the water from the shower.
In all her soaking wet naked glory poor Kendell, at some point, had become so sensitive the water from the shower was driving her mad with ticklishness. If it hadn't been for Trish there would have been no escape as the cackling blonde lay squirming wildly on the cold aluminum base of the shower. Each pressurised drop which came speeding from that waterhead was flying down and hitting every last piece of naked body, and it was driving Kendell insane.
"OOOHHOOAHA Make it stAAAP! HAHA!" Kendell screamed as she rolled onto her back and arched upwards with uncaculated random movements. "IT TICKLES! HAHAA STOP IT! EEEEHAHA!"
Acting quickly Trish bolted foward and slammed the shower lever down bringing the hundred or so rushing water streames to a sudden stop. Curiously and worryingly Kendell was still laughing and rolling around. What could be tickling her now? Trish wondered, Had Kendell simply gone mad?
"Kendell! Honey its okay! Its off!" Trish crouched down as she tried invain to cease her roomates obvious yet seemingly invisible torture. "Kendell whats tickling you?!"
"AHAHOOOHOO The water! AHAH! Don't! Don't!" Kendell screamed as Trish tried to help the wet and wild nude girl from up from the base of the shower. "Don't touACHAHAHA FUHAACK! EEEHOHAHA!"
Standing up Trish looked around for something, anything that could help her. The only possible thing that could be tickling poor Kendell was the drips of water that were rolling around on her soaking moist figure, but surely no one is that sensitive. Are they?
"I'm calling an ambulance! You hold on honey, I'll get help!" Reluctantly leaving her friend to howl and cry with torture tickled screams in the bottom of the shower, Trish ran to the phone wondering exactley what she was supposed to tell the operator.
Having lied terribly to the operator with a false story of gun shot wounds Trish quickly made her way back towards the high picthed cackling. Re-entering the bathroom Trish stepped back in surprise having noticed Kendell had made her way out of the shower and onto the cold lino floor. Not wanting to touch Kendell incase she casued more tickling, Trish could only stand idoly by as she tried desparatley to think of a way to assist her tortured friend.
Knocking Kendell out was not an option, Trish didn't want to give her brain damage. If the water drop tickling theory was correct it would make sense to dry the poor woman but then how much affect would the fluffiness of a towel have? It was horrible to watch, Kendell now half curled up in a wiggling hysteric naked ball, her face bright red, tears streaming down her face. It was true torture and as sorry Trish felt for her friend, she was exceptionally glad that whatever was happening to Kendell, was not happening to her.
"Ambulance! Hello?! 911 Emergency!" A most welcome and urgent sounding yell came after several minutes had passed, from outside the apartment door, Trish rushing to open it in quick reponse.
"In here hurry! She can't stop laughing!" Trish flung the door open and almost made it half way through the lounge before she turned to see the confused looking paramedics. "Look theres no gun shot okay? My friend can't stop laughing, shes being tickled!..."
"Ma'am..." Begun one of the two tall, dark haired and strappingly handsom uniformed men. "...It is a serious offence to..."
"No look!" Trish interuppted with urgency as she made her way towards the bathroom of which Kendell's unrelenting laughter belowed "You can hear that! I know it sounds crazy but I don't know whats happening to her! Just come look!"
Sure enough the two paramedics were curious enough to take a gander, even if it was a hoax. After meer seconds the two well trained life savers quickly realised, a hoax this wasn't. There rolling around looking as if she was having some sort of wild fit was a stark naked teary eyed soaking wet red faced leggy big breasted blonde crying and screaming with involuntary tickled laughter. The two men stood silent with shock for a moment, considered the idea it could be fake, and then dismissed it quickly realising this poor woman was in quite obvious and rather major distress.
"I'm never seen anything like this!" Said the slightly older but no less attrative medic as he practically dropped his red crossed bag on the floor and began to search within. "Hold her down!"
"NOHO! NOHOHOH!HAHA DON'T! DON'T! AHHA! YOU FUCHAHA!" Kendell screamed at the top of her lungs when both Trish and the younger man grabbed ahold of the naked girls shoulders and struggled to lay Kendell on her back. "LET GOOOOHAHA EEEEHAH!"
"Hold her still! Get her arm!" Yelled the older guy as he squirted an unknown substance from the tip of a rather shiny siringe. "We have to sedate her!"
Pushing as hard as possible Trish pinned her near blue in the face friends shoulder to the cold wet floor as the young man tried best he could to keep Kendell's constantly struggling right arm as still as possible. With her legs kicking, tummy heaving and head thrashing like some out of control mental paitent the older paramedic had no choice but to staddle Kendell's bucking hips as to decrease the chance of a nasty accident.
"WAHAHAHA! STAHAH!" Kendell couldn't even make sensible words now as not only were the water drops driving her mad but the touch of those three peoples fingers on her naked body disabled her from any thought at all. "HOOHOOHOOHAHAH! NOOHOHAHAHA!"
"Shouldn't take a minute!" The older man said confidently as he plunged the needle skillfully into Kendells right arm. "Back away! Quickly now!"
Hurridly Trish and the two medics stood up and back, hoping and praying the sedative would be enough to cease Kendell's obvious torment. Seconds seemed to take forever as slowly but surley the screams turned to hysterical laughter which in turn went to high pitched giggles. With the laughter slowing and loosing its volume the wild thrashing died too, soon becoming meer twitching and then, finally Kendell was in a hopefully peacful world of slumber.
To be continued...
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Kendell's Touch. Part two: The dream. (*/f)
Under heavy sedative most people were prone to quite vivid dreams. Kendell, the tall busty wavey haired blonde was no exception. The most unrealistic things could seem incredibly real, yet perfectly normal, to the unconsious dreamer. Sometimes this wasn't as much of a pleasent experience as it could be.
In reality Kendell was fast asleep, jittering along in the ambulance with her best friend and room mate Trish by her side. The sirens blarred as the box backed wagon zipped skillfully between traffic, the two paramedics on board more than curious as to there paitents bizzare predicament. In dream land however, things were a little different...
The long soft grass on the endless rolling hills swept lightly with a gentle breeze, and Kendell smiled as she brushed the palms of her hands on the jade green blades as she walked leisurley through over the hill. It was beautiful, the soft warm breeze and the lite blue sky made for a perfect day.
Wandering with ease along across the little mound like hills Kendell wore only a white silk bath robe, the sleeves baggy on her slender arms and the bottom hanging just below her marshmellow butt cheeks. A cheerful smile grew across her face as the young blonde looked around her, none of this seeming abnormal what with it being a dream.
"Hullo." A soft little voice suddenly grabbed Kendell's attention, yet seemingly came from nowhere.
"Hello? Is someone there?" Kendell walked slowly foward looking for the feminine sounding speaker. "I can't see you for the grass."
"I'm hiding." Piqued the tiny voice again. "Are you alooooone?"
"...Yes...its just us out here." Kendell replied after looking quickly around to see nothing but the endless rolling hills of long flowing grass.
"Hullo!" Came the owner of the voice, a small woman.
A very small woman, no more than a foot high. The curious young lady sported long bright blue hair that waved down onto what Kendell realised was her stark naked body. Perky breasts, well toned, and what would appear to be completley hairless, all accept her head. Propotionatly she was perfect, like a scaled down version of a very attractive nineteen year old.
"Who are you hiding from?" Kendell asked as she crouched down in front of the incredibly petit girl. "I see no one around."
"He is sneaky, he is." The miniture girl smiled as she quickly tapped Kendell on the tip of the nose with her index finger. "He will hide in the grass...then boo! He will get you."
"Who is he? This man? Does he harm you?" Kendell asked concerned for her new friend's saftey as she made her self comfortable, sitting cross legged amongst the grass.
"He is not allowed to hurt us silly." The small blue haired babe informed Kendell, all be it slowly, as she played with a blade of grass. "He is the four armed man."
"A man with for arms? Why must you hide?" Kendell grew curiouser and curiouser as she listened and watched the small girl who now used the tip of the grass to tease her own nipple.
"If you are ticklish you must hide...here he comes!" The girl was gone in the time it took Kendell to look up and back to her mysterious friend.
Where was this man? A tickling four armed man, how horrid. Kendell stood up, turning and looking all around but there appeared to be no one for miles. How could a man hide in this, there was nothing but space...unless of course he too were only a foot high, but then how much threat is foot high man even if he does have four arms?
"Oh my!" Kendell gasped as she turned once again and finally found the four armed man, and he was not the foot high extra limbed gentleman she had come to expect.
Standing before he was a least ten feet of pure muscle. This guy was ripped and it was easy to tell, he only wore a dark brown fur loin cloth. A nice tan, for a guy with large muscular arms coming out of his rib cage he wasn't terribly bad looking. Long dark hair and a strong jaw saw him tilt his head curiously at Kendell who took a step back with surprise as she saw what he was holding in his upper left arm.
With a thin piece of what appeared to be silk wrapped around her head and into her mouth acting as a gag, the small blue haired girl hung upside down being held by the ankles. Tiny bare feet poked out from the top of the monster's fist where, from the knees down hung the rest of the poor creatures tiny naked body. To make matters worse her hands were some how being restrained behind her back, although Kendell could not see how from this angle. The girls face was different too, not curiously cheerful as before, with the gag in her mouth she now appeared afraid and tearful.
"I do not know you. What is your name?" The tall half naked curiousity spoke in a deep bass like voice.
"I-I'm Kendell." Kendell hesistated a little, she could barley pry her eyes from the horrified look on the upside down girl's reddened face. "What-ahem-what are you doing with her?...she looks upset."
"She is mine." The quad armed fellow said matter of factly. "This is my place. They are all mine. I tickle them as I please."
"She...she doesn't seem to like that." Kendell was still fixated on the pleading look of the little ladies eyes. "M-maybe you should let her go."
"Let her go? HA! She belongs to me...you are here so you must belong to me too." The creature belowed as if nothing seemed even moraly corrupt about this situation and his sense of logic was becoming increasling nightmarish. "Tell me girl...are you tickled?"
"I-I am ticklish...but I do not like it." Kendell took another step back, the tall brute not taking his piercing eyes of her.
"You are to be tickled like the rest." Without letting go of the small woman the beast began to step foward.
Turning and running was all Kendell could do, that creature was far too massive for her to oppose. Rushing quickly through the long grass the panicking blonde could hear the large dictators thumping behind her as he pursued. Making some distance Kendell began to wonder exactley where she was running too, until she tripped. Climbing back to her feet as quickly as possible the robe clad beauty bolted once more, but she was to fall again, each time she made any more distance, the frightened young woman would trip. It was hopeless and before long, after another fall, Kendell felt the beasts large hand wrap around her slender shins.
"No! You beast let me go!" Kendell swung upside down in the large man's upper right hand as she struggled in vain for realise. "What? What are you doing?"
"Quiet. Here I make the rules." Boomed the demanding beast as he looked Kendell right in the eye, holding her high in the hair with ease, the robe only staying above her nether regions because she held it tight with her arms which fortunatley remained free. "I will tickle you both now...however, the more you laugh the more ticklish the blue haired one will become."
"No this is cru-wooah!" Kendell protested before suddenly being dropped and caught just as quickly by the beasts lower arm. "I demand you let us go!"
"Demand?!" Boomed the beast again, Kendell noticing he had also dropped the blue haired girl into his left lower arm. "I am the only one who makes the demands. Now girl, laugh!"
With both frightened woman hanging upside down in his lower arms, their bare feet poking out from the top of his fists, the beast could easily use his free upper hands to tickle as he pleased. Kendell squeaked loudly but then tried not to laugh, remembering what the beast had said. The more Kendell laughs, the more ticklish the blue haired girl would become, but woe be tied the poor blonde was just to damn ticklish.
"EEEHAHA! NOHOO!" Kendell screamed as the beasts five wiggling fingers lightly graced the soles of her silky soles with surprising speed. "SOOOOP AHA! NOO!"
Kendell's arms waved frantically as she dropped the top half of her robe which hung down below her silk tied belt, around her torso. The silky white robe now only covered her top half as her cute butt and shaven mound were caressed by the warm breeze. The blue haired girl also thrashed but, unlike Kendell, her wrists were bound and the gag muffled her tiny screams for mercy.
Both of the girls soft sensitive feet wiggled wildly from the tops of the beasts hands. There was nowhere to move their feet, and the creature did not tire, he just flicked his giant hands with great speed across every inch of their soles causing unwanted hysteria. Adding insult to injury the beast, it would appear, had been true to his word. The blue haired girl was becoming more and more ticklish as Kendell screamed for mercy, she thought it fortunate though that the same curse had not been reversed on her.
"You are most ticklish." The beast almost made it sound like a compliment as he ceased his attack on Kendell yet the muffled screams of the still tormented blue haired girl continued. "Tell me girl, where is your most ticklish spot?"
"I'm not telling you that!" Kendell squealed as she tried to push her robe back up over her butt and womanhood, oddly she was not out of breath nor had the blood rushed to her head as it would have in reality. "Let us go! I hate bein-"
"Silence." The beast demanded and with the greatest of ease tore Kendell's robe from her other wise naked body. "You will be tickled."
"OH! EEE STAAHAP! AHHA! HAHAHAHAH!" Kendell burst back into uncontrollable laughter as the beast once again scrambled his five skillful fingers over her precious bare feet. "WAHAHAH! NOHOOHOHO!"
Hanging three feet in the air with her naked body wildly flying from side to side Kendell could do nothing against the beasts intense attacks. The poor blondes large cushy breasts were hitting her in the chin and her hair freely followed her body as she laughed and laughed without any sign of mercy. The tears began as they always did, from the tickling, from the fear of more tickling.
The miniture girl was crying too, yet her laughter had grown hoarse and her thrashing was growing weaker as the her sensitivity increased. Unlike the blue haired girl, Kendell's energy did not die, as her soles grew a light shade of pink it seemed her stamina was endless. Kendell did not grow short of breath, she just continued to laugh as the beast sadistically continued the torture.
"You know..." Began the beast as he held Kendell up higher, lowering his head a little and looking her straight in her tear filled eyes. "...I think the Pink man would like you..."
"Wha...?" Kendell whimpered, still dazed but surprisingly no less energetic after the last several minutes. "...Pink maAAAAHHH"
Kendell screamed as she suddenly began to fall a lot father than she should have when the beast finally released her from his strong grip. The poor stark naked girl had not noticed but a large hole had opened beneath her, fortunatley after thrity meters or so Kendell was caught by her left ankle. Looking up with now clear vision she could see the blue sky at the top of the hole, looking down she could and endless drop. The walls were smooth, a light shade of silver and the thing that had caught her was a single hand. The hand was coming from the wall, as if it were a part of it. Having got her bearings Kendell could now happily panick.
"Oh-oh my god. D-don't drop me!" Kendell swung as the hand gripped like a vice around her ankle, it was unmoving, not even a twitch, her other leg hung freely. "Please...help me up...the beast, he dropped me."
Looking around frantically there appeared no obvious way out, and one hand hardly seemed useful. After a minute Kendell began to wonder, she tried lifting herself up to grab the hand but it was no use. The silver hand just sat there, its grip firm around her ankle. No blood went to her head as it should have, and the pinkness on her soles began to fade.
"Helloooo?" Kendell asked after several minutes wondering if help would ever arrive. "I can't...oh."
To the trapped nude girl's surprise a second hand began to mold out from the wall, just above the other. Its fingers stayed together and it almost seemed to have a snake like movement as if it were looking around. Kendell prayed it would help her but her stomch sunk when it spied her trapped bare sole and began to wiggle its five silver fingers towards her wiggling foot.
"Oh! Oh no don't do that!" Kendell pleaded as it sat only a half inch from her curling toes and scrunching sole that wrinkled with fearful anticipation. "Oh no help me out! Don't!"
The hand wasn't even touching the scared naked blonde, it simply sat there, wiggling its fingers in cruel torment. The anticipation was terrible, never knowing when she would once again be forced into uncontrollable fits of tortured laughter. Focusing souly on the teasing wiggling hand Kendell had compleltley forgotten about the mention of the Pink man, which surley could only be more trouble.
"WAHA! NOHOOOO!" Kendell screamed with surprise as the hand suddenly scrapped quickly around her sole causing the poor girl to kick her free leg and struggle wildly for freedom from the terrible tickling. "AHAH OH STOP STOP! HAHAHAHA!"
Even though Kendell hadn't told the beast when he asked, it didn't seem to matter, the creatures of this land seemed intent on tickling her most ticklish spot anyway. Being unnatrually ticklish everywhere was bad enough, but to actually have a most ticklish spot was just plain cruel. When touched on the creamy white arches or the balls of her feet it made the poor blonde insane, and heaven forbid anyone should ever tickle under her toes.
Time had no meaning when being tickled, it always seemed to last forever. Before long Kendell's sole was that lovley shade of pink once more, her face red and teary eyed and her tummy hurting from the unstoppable laughter. It went on, and it went on. The beast hadn't tickled her half this long, yet her screaming laughter never ceased and despite her aching sides, pleas for mercy and sweat covered body she never grew tired or out of breath.
"Oh...oh no don't!" Kendell cleared the tears from her eyes as she felt the tickling slow greatly, the hand was now walking from her heal, with two fingers as little legs towards the tips of her feet. "No please! God don't do it!"
The horrified girl knew exactley where the hand was going. There could only be one reason it would creep so slowly up her foot, it was heading for her precious precious toes. If this wicked fiend meant to tickle her could it simply not begin, did it have to be so suspenful and down right mean. The creeping slowed as it got closer with each step and then finally, the sleak silver hand stood to a stand still on the balls of her nervous foot.
"Ohh hoo...noo fuck nooo..." Kendell began to giggle a little between her sobs as she cried in fear of what was seemingly inevitable. "AHA! Stop iAHAHAHA! OOOHHNOOOOHOHOHO AHAHAH!"
Pretty white toes curled around evil silver fingers as Kendell's foot involuntarly wrinkled, trapping the probbing fingers in the wild blondes most hellish tickle spot. Kendell's foot flicked wildly in all directions but the hand simply went along for the ride. The first tickling sensations had only come from the hand's minor wigglings, but with her bare vunerable foot thrashing as it was Kendell was causing the rest of her own torment, a vicious cycle indeed.
Gleaming with sweat from the light at the top of the endless silver hole Kendell could do no more than hang there and take her undeserved punishment. On the odd occassion the hysterical girls eyes did open she could barley see through her teary eyes, so the thousands upon thousands of other identical hands that were now molding from the wall had gone completley unnoticed.
"...Wuhuhee...oh...oh no." Kendell froze with fear, her eyes wide when the hand finally stopped its torment. "HELP ME! HEEELP!"
Screaming as loud as possible, but still nowhere near that of when tickled, was no use. No help was coming and as Kendell kicked and screamed another hand reached out from the other side of the giant well and gripped her left ankle. The hand began to recline back to position, streching the helpless girls naked legs apart. Kendell's cries for help and mercy fell on deaf hands as another hand on each foot pressed lightly on the tips of her up turned toes, streching her feet and soles just to the brink of pain.
"Oh..ohno god...god don't do that! HEEEELP!" Kendell kicked and tried to free her ankles in desparate panick, she would rather fall than have her unmoveable feet touched. "Please...please don't...hhh...no."
With one hand holding each ankle and another streching either foot, six more hands appeared above her vunerable soles. While five hands now occupied each foot and Kendell kicked and screamed as if she were about to die, the other thousands of silver glove holders snaked curiously in their respective spots, just waiting for their turn.
"NYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Kendell screeched with an almost inhuman pitch, this time the hands were wasting no time. "AHAHAHAEEEHAHA! HAHAAOOOHAHA!"
All three hands that had momentarily wiggled above each trapped foot took a particular part. The one above her toes wiggled quickly and randomly, while the middle one quickly made a four fingered prodding type writer like motion on the balls of her feet. Just for variety, and to drive the cackling blonde completley insane the third and final hand on each foot scrapped slowly along her soft streched out arches.
To be tickled on her feet was maddening for poor Kendell. To be tickled by three hands at once was crazy. To be tickled by three hands at once on both feet while they were immoveable was just plain sadistic. To do all of this and tickle in different styles, unimaginable. However, in the land of ticklish torment, as in hell, there was no bottom floor which became ticklishly apparant, although unnoticed as the walls began to close in. The thousands of hands wiggled their fingers towards Kendell's unsuspecting squealing nudeness and her world began to grow black.
To be continued...
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Kendell's Touch. Part Three: Dream come nightmare. (*/f)
As far as dreams go this one had gone from great, to curious, to frightening and now Hell. Unfortunatley for the now fully nude leggy big breasted blonde Kendell, Hell has no limits as to how sadistic it can get. The poor tortured girl knew this all to well and with seemingly infinit stamina she hung upside down hanging by her ankles.
Kendell had been thrown down into a bottomless pit, been caught by her right ankle by a sleak silver hand that molded from the side of the pit wall, tickled on her trapped foot, had her other foot streched across by yet another hand to the other side of the wall, had her feet stretched out in an immoveable state and tickled in varying ways by three different hands on each foot and now had thousands of hands closing in on her sweating naked and intensley ticklish body. This was all shortly after she had been stripped by a four armed beast that had tickled her feet mercilessly for god knows how long. Fortunatley this was all a dream. Unfortunaltey it was very vivid, and the poor screaming girl was still stuck there.
"OHHOHO! NAAAHAHAH!" Hundreds of hands poked each and every spot of flesh on Kendell's bare trapped body.
The wall of hands had closed in around her, there was no more light. It was simply darkeness, tickling and the curious but yet to be noticed hands that played with her clit. Not only did poor Kendell simply want to curl up and pass out but the hands clearly had more plans then simply tickling as they flicked and tickled her errecting nipples.
Far more quickly than expected Kendell was being forcebly yet expertly aroused. While her smooth underarms, breasts, ribs, tummy, sides, butt, neck, back, thys and feet were a bright endlessly tickled pink the hell that surrounded her was only getting worse however oddly she could feel heaven only a touch away.
Had Kendell been able to form even an inkling of a thought she would never have a imagined a more terrible ticklish fate. The thought of ever having an orgasm while being tickled was well beyond her, the thought of hundreds of hands continuing to tickle right through and beyond that orgasm surley could not have come from her subconsious. Could it?
"HAHAHOOOAAOOOO! AHHAH!" Barley having time to let her orgasmic moans flow Kendell's body shuddered no more than a second with delight and yet they continued to stroke her clit and tickle her nipples. "AHAHAOOOHAHA!"
A second wave of orgasmic delight lasted even less time, as did the third. Soon it came to the terrifying realisation that the hands were not stimulating her pussy and nipples as a gift, it was simply to aid in the ticklish torture. With each following mind blowing yet second long orgasmic explosion Kendells skin became more and more ticklish. The orgasms continued beyond that possible of reality as did her level of ticklishness. Pleasure. Hell. Pleasure. More Hell. Pleasure. Immeasureable hell.
It wasn't long before Kendell could no longer even feel her orgasms, she had become so immpossibly ticklish. The ticklishness that covered her entire body simply overrode the caressing of her stiff red nipples and gentle expert rubbing of her aching overworked clit. By this point a single hair on the tip of her nose would have made the now silently laughing girl fall down with ticklishness, but it was not so, instead several hundred hands mercilessly tickled every inch of her nude amazonian body, including her still immoveable feet.
The tortured screams of laughter had subdued to silent, occassional squeaking. This was not due to any lack of energy on Kendell's part, it was simply the tickling itself along with her now immpossible ticklishness had grown so intense and shocking there was no room for full blown laughter. The heavily sweating blonde simply writhed silently amongst all the tickling hands in total inhuman torture.
For a moment Kendell thought she had woken up, in a sense she had but not in the real world. Still in the depths of her psyche the still very nude, yet no longer sweaty or teary eyed blonde sat up and took in her new surroundings. A living room, this was someones house.
Sitting nude on a big red couch the first thing Kendell noticed was a petit dark haired woman with a feather duster, pottering about dusting a book shelf seemingly unaware of Kendell's presence. The woman must have been in her early thrities, tidy shoulder length jet black hair, light brown nylons that met a pair of low heeled black stilletoes, a black skirt and light red blouse with white buttons.
"Hello?" Kendell asked as she noticed this house only seemed to consist of two rooms, the living room she was in and a small kitchen through a archway to the tickled pink blonde's left. "Is this your house?"
Infront of the nude confused blonde was a fairly standard wood grain coffe table atop the fluffy white shag carpeting, the front door was wooden also with a golden lock and handle. The only other area was a closet door with wooden slats on the top half. The dark haired woman continued to dust along the tall book shelf and then moved onto the couch.
"I don't think the couch needs dusting?" Kendell said still trying to get the oblivious woman's attention as she moved closer to the nude girl who edged a little futher away each time. "EEEHEehee!"
It was brief as the woman quickly dusted Kendell's bare tummy but it tickled a lot more than a feather duster should have. Finally it seemed the dark haired well dressed woman was reacting to Kendell's pressence as she stood up straight with, to the naked girls relief, the duster idoly by her side.
"You are naked." Commented the woman as Kendell covered her nipples and crossed her legs in embarressed reponse. "Are you a friend of the Pink man?"
"A friend? No, no, I've never met him." Kendell looked a little akward as the woman stood directly infront of her, looking down at the nude blonde. "Will he...does he tickle people?"
"Of course!" The woman chuffed with a friendly smile as she sat down on the edge of the coffe table in a much more relaxed and casual manner. "It is not a good idea to be here all naked, silly girl. If he comes home he will tickle you lots and lots."
"...oh my...well I had better leave." Kendell stood up and began walking towards the front door. "Don't you think you should leave aswell?"
"I would but he locked me in this morning." The woman said with a far too relaxed attitude for Kendell's liking.
"Don't be silly...we're on the inside." Kendell ignored the woman's remark and twisted the golden handle in an attempt to free herself from the odd little two room house, sure enough it was locked. "Oh no...how are we going to leave? I don't want to be tickled again!"
"Well you shouldn't have come here." The woman's odd statement went ignored by the frightened Kendell as she tried to knock the window with her hand, harder and harder, it would not break. "I would like to tickle you also."
"What!? No! No if this Pink man comes he's going to tickle you too! We have to get out of here!" Kendell was frantically looking for something to hit the window out with but it was no use, the coffe table and the kitchen chairs appeared to be super glued to the floor. "C'mon help me already! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"Of course not, I hate being tickled." The woman stood up, and began walking casually towards to Kendell, waving the feather duster in quick successive motions towards the panicking naked babe who was once again trying to open the front door with all her might. "But when naked ticklish girls just drop by what else am I supposed to do?"
"EEP!" Get away! Stop that!" Kendell barked angrily at the bizzare woman as she slapped the wiggling feather duster away when the woman tried to dance it onto the blonde's bare tummy. "This is serious! We have to get out or the Pink man is going to tickle us! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"No, I want to tickle you." The woman said in an annoyingly innoccent tone as she twirled the feather duster quickly on the Kendell's smooth peach like butt.
"EEE!" Kendell squealed as she arched her back suddenly in reponse to the hundreds of feathers caressing her finley shaped bottom. "HEEHEE! NO! Stop it!"
Running with one hand covering either cheek Kendell giggled angrily as the mad woman chased her around the coffe table. A feather duster shoudln't have tickled as much as it was, even on Kendell. Sure if someone was to hold her down and wave it across her skin for a few minutes you might produce tears but the light flickerings the giggling blonde was recieving would not have, under normal circumstances, produced such involuntary myrth.
"Come here you silly girl!" The woman teased as the two woman stood either side of the shin high wooden coffe table. "I'm going to tickle your belly so you won't be silly anymore!"
"No look...this is stupid!" Kendell put her hands up in a couple of most serious flat palmed 'stop' signals. "We can't be fighting amongst ourselves! We have to escape!"
"We can't escape you silly girl!" The woman looked at Kendell as if she were the odd one and with surprising almost instant speed, appeared behind Kendell, the feather duster some how now laying idol on the coffe tabel. "We must get rid of that silliness!"
"NOHOHO!" Kendell arched foward pushing her butt into the woman's hips as the odd ladies hands came up from behind the naked girl and raked their long red nails quickly over her ticklish bare tummy. "Stop it! Not don't! IAHAH I'll faAHAHALLAHAH!"
Trying desparatley to slap the woman who stood behind her did Kendell no good, and true to her word the poor big breasted girls knees began to buckle. A solid tummy tickling, much like the one she was recieving from the odd woman, always made Kendell's knees go. The poor laughing blonde would fall on the floor and be completley helpless, which made no sense. Surley the body should react in a more helpful way then simply falling on the floor, but such as fate was not.
"Oh tickle the silly girl! Tickle her!" The dark haired woman rubbed Kendell's ribs hard as the cackling girl fell onto all fours and tried invain to crawl away. "No more silly for you tickle tickle! OH tickle tickle tickle!"
"NOHOAH! Stop iiit! Crazy bihehehe!" Kendell was quickly becoming uncoordinated and as the woman pushed down on the small of the giggling blonde's back the poor girl could not hope to stay crawling for much longer. "HAhaha! Oh no! No! OOF!"
With a thump Kendell's arms slid out in front of her and her tummy hit the carpet, the mad woman landing on top of the stunned nudies back. Turning around as Kendell tried to recompose herself as best she could the woman sitting on top of her now straddled the poor blonde's hips facing towards the bare kicking legs. Kendell's gorgeus butt curved up from between the woman's thys and before Kendell could regain enough sense to react the insane cleaner began to feather dust Kendell's peach shaped cheeks.
"HEEHEEHEEEE! OHHHEEE!" Kendell burst into a high pitch girlish giggle, as the feathers fluttered speedily over her cute cheeks, her arms and legs kicked and banged the floor. "Stop it! Stop iiiit!"
"Look at you! All silly! We'll just clean that silliness from you, dirty girl!" The woman's lunatic words weren't registering with Kendell, even for a person as ticklish as her a feather duster should not have tickled as bad as it was. "Oh so dirty! Going to have to clean you good! Get my friends and give you a good scrub down!"
This was crazy, legs free, arms free and still unable to escape the ticklish touch of this crazy woman's feathers. It was the tickling itself made the poor guffawing girl incredibly uncoordinated. Even worse was when the cleaning lady realised she could hold the duster in one hand and use her long painted red nails to scrape and squeeze. Kendell was going ballistic with the two very different torturous sensations switching back and forth over her bare sensitive butt cheeks.
"Uh ooooh." The woman finally ceased her sadistic tickling after god knows how many minutes leaving Kendell's butt a light shade of pink and her eyes filled with tortured tears. "That sounds like the Pink man...hide! Hide!"
The woman had finally seemed to have come to her senses Kendell thought as she sat up on her knees, rubbing her eyes clear of the tears. In a most panicked and previously unseen sight the dark haired tickler ran into through the arch way, dissappearing into the kitchen. Hearing the sound the woman had heard, a car of some description, Kendell too began to panick.
"Oh no." Standing up Kendell could see a S.U.V already parked idoly outside, the driver, presumably the mysterious 'Pink man', was already walking towards the door.
Looking around Kendell thought about behind the couch, under the coffe table and various other useless hiding places until she remembered the closet door. With a frightened dash the nude girl swung open the closet door, darkness was within but she could hear the Pink man unlocking the door. Quickly Kendell backed herself into the tiny dark closet and just as the Pink man opened the front door Kendell closed herself in the closet.
Kendell was fortunate in that the slats on the upper half of the closet door faced downward on the outside, allowing her to peek out but no one to see back in. Being able to peek out was the only fortunate part, for what she was able to see the poor girl would rather have not. The Pink man, and he was indeed a very pink man. A man made of tounges, his arms, legs, face, everything was made of hundreds of wiggling outward facing tounges.
With her stomch sinking in fear Kendell had to cover her own mouth as to not scream. Nothing, no tiny girl, four armed man or endless pit of hands as prepared her for the shock that was the Pink man. No eyes were apparant as he, or it, closed the door behind himself. Each finger was a tounge in itself, but the others that made up his arms, legs, head and torso appeared to snake like the hands in the pit had, as if they had minds of their own.
"What a day." Kendell nearly leapt out of her skin as the Pink man spoke to himself, placing his keys on the coffe table and turning toward the kitchen.
Watching curiously Kendell tried desperatley not to make any noise as the Pink man wandered out of the lounge. Opening the fridge the Pink man examined his options but with a mighty dread Kendell was sure the only thing she could see in that fridge were ice cubes, feathers and hand cuffs. Shutting the door slowly and looking to his right, the direction of the dining table the Pink man began to drop his head as if to look underneath. With the wall in the way Kendell could not see the table itself but knew where the Pink man was looking.
"Silly girl." The Pink man said, he clearly did have a mouth but it was only obvious when he spoke. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?"
"OH NO! NOOHHOO!" Kendell could only hear the commotion as the Pink man walked behind the wall and out of her view, the crazy cleaning lady had obviously hidden under the table and was now screaming as the Pink man approched. "OH PLEASE NO! GOD! AAAH!"
Cringing Kendell could only imagine the horror as she listened to the woman screaming while piece by piece the hidden nude blonde saw the woman's clothing fly past the door way. Thankfully he wasn't tickling her, but Kendell knew that soon the woman would have what she deserved. No pity was felt by Kendell for the woman who had tickled her still pink shaded butt so vigorously, but fear for herself in the hope that the crazy bitch would not tell the Pink man about Kendell.
When a pair of pink frilly panties flew past the archway Kendell knew the woman was nude. The screaming had stopped but that was short lived as a loud shirll screaming laughter suddenly burst from the kitchen. The woman was screaming for mercy as Kendell had many times before, but when the unclothed blonde finally saw the tortured woman she closed her eyes and turned her head in fright. With his tounge covered arms bear hugging the woman around her mid section the bizzare lick monster carried the hysterical very nude cleaning lady into the living room.
"Sneak in my house will you?" The Pink man spoke as he placed the thrashing yet powerless girl face down onto the coffe table.
Laying face first, her arms off the front of the table the woman could only giggle and then shriek when the Pink man lay down on top of her. Kendell dreaded what that must have been like, all those tounges licking the bottom of her upturned feet, her thys, her butt, her back, her sides, her ribs, the sides of her boobs and her underarms. The trapped woman's head poked out from beneath the Pink man's, her face a tortured screaming myrth.
"EEEAARRGGHH! AHAHAHA!" The woman could not stop laughing and before long, just like Kendell did when tickled, the woman was crying, red faced and sweating.
Knowing all to well what the woman was going through Kendell was determined not to let it happen again. This hiding place would surley only last so long, turning around the nude dynamo searched blindly for some evidence of clothing but it seemed there were only three walls and a door, nothing more. Hoping the Pink man would finish the woman and simply find himself spent, Kendell planned to sneak out while he slept but it didn't look as if he planned on stopping any time soon.
"EEP!" Kendell squeaked and covered her mouth in suprise, quickly peeking back through the slats to check the Pink man had not heard her, he seemed fully focused on torturing the pinned cleaning lady.
Once again Kendell muffled her own squeal as something prodded her in the side. Again it happened, and then a forth time, they felt like people jabbing her with their index fingers. Again and again it happened, Kendell tried invain to grab the unseen pokers. A few more pokes and they began to get faster. Another in the belly, the nude girl turned away and one would poke her on the butt, or under her arm as she reached out. They got faster, two, three at a time. It was slowly beggining to be on going tickling rather than simple, manageable proding.
"No! Stop it!" Kendell whispered sternly trying as hard as possible to hold back her giggles as she darted side to side and back and forth when in response to the quickening pokes. "Ohnodon't! AHA! EEP! Stop that!"
Soon it was becoming too much, Kendell's only option was to leave the closet but a much worse fate waited her out there. Another minute and the fingers no longer reclined into the darkness, eight, nine of them now sat out and dug into her boobs and tummy. Ten, eleven, the poor straining girl refused to fall on the floor. Faster now as nearly twenty fingers dug viciously into her.
"NOHOOO!" Kendell suddenly screamed and leapt back as a whole hand gripped her smooth womanhood. "Oh...oh god."
Turning around hesitantly an overwhelming fear washed over Kendell as she realised where she had leapt back to. Right out of the closet door. The Pink man arched his back and faced the nude blonde, the dark haired cleaning woman continued to howl as the tounges mercilessly licked her nude body. Kendell froze looking at the Pink man right where his eyes should be. Eyes or not his intent was obvious and Kendell was in for a lickin'...
To be continued...
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Kendell's Touch. Part Four: The Pink Man Cometh. (*/f)
Most of the time people dreamt about fairly surreal things. Sometimes it’s something nice, like flying, or a sexual fantasy. Other times it can be bad, like someone trying to kill you, or worse. Frankly Kendell would rather have had the killing one, because her current sedative induced sleep was easily providing the worst nightmare of her life.
Thus far the leggy big breasted blonde had been stripped of her clothing, tickled by a four armed beast, thrown into a bottomless pit of infinite tickling hands, been tickled by an insane cleaning lady and now the poor girl stood before the seemingly infamous yet previously unseen 'Pink man'. Kendell, from the safety of being hidden in a closet, had just witnessed the Pink man turn the once domineering cleaning lady into a hysterical, naked, sweating mess. The bizarre creature had stripped the woman of her clothing, pinned her down on the coffee table and lay on top of her causing intense, pleading laughter, from the merciless tickle torture.
“Please…” Kendell said to the man made of nothing but wiggling tongues, a word she had said all too often through out this nightmare. “…don’t do that to me.”
"Do what?" The Pink man asked as he stood to his toungue covered feet, leaving the dark haired woman limp and gasping for air on the wooden coffee table. "Tickle you? You break into my home and tell me what to do?"
"I-I didn't come here on purpose..." Kendell's voice wavered with fear as she took steps backwards to corrospond with the steps the Pink man was taking towards her. "...please I...I just want to go home."
"If you are here, I own you. There for you are home." The Pink man used the same logic as the four armed man previously, the situation only becoming more frightening as Kendell could not go back any futher without returning to the closet with the darkness that tickled.
Looking at the sweating exhausted naked woman laying limp on the table, Kendell was determined not to end up like her. Quickly side stepping Kendell made a break for the front door but the poor nude blonde was just as quickly grabbed from behind. The Pink man reached up under Kendell's arms, clasping his hands over either of her milky white melons and pulling her back into towards his wiggling torso. The tounges from his arms wickedly caressed her ribs and breasts while hundreds more ran over her back and cute hyper ticklish butt.
"HOOOHAAAHAHA!" Kendell wailed as she kicked, the only thing preventing her from collapsing was the Pink man's incredible strength. "NONONONONOHOOHO! HAHAOO!"
In the real world, a few years back now, Kendell had gone out with a guy who licked her foot. Up until less than half an hour ago current time, that had been the most intense tickling the poor cackling blonde had ever experienced. The touch of a purposley tickling tounge was, for whatever reason, far worse than the prod, poke or stroke of a finger. A man made of tounges was Kendell's worst nightmare and while in reality she was being hoisted safley into a hospital bed for observation, the nightmare of a man made of toungues was inescapable.
"Ohh you are much more tickish than the others!" The Pink man taunted only making Kendell furious amongst her hyusterics, the poor girl couldn't stand the fact she was so helpless when tickled. "When I am done I think I shall feed you to the pink pit!"
Fortunatley Kendell was howling too loud with her own forced laughter to comprehend the Pink man's last words. Had she heard about the 'pink pit' it wouldn't have taken long to realise it was a pit of tounges and the nude girl probably would have fainted. At the time Kendell had no idea, but when she would wake up from this horrible hellish imagining it would become apparant the young woman only had herself to blame. Despite the cruelness and unbearable torture, these were her thoughts and creations, all be them unintentional.
Laughter, tears and sweat weren't the only things Kendell couldn't stop. With the Pink man's swirling moist toungue fingers licking her rigid sensitive nipples the poor girl couldn't help but become involuntarily aroused. Unlike when the pit of hands first touched her g-spot this time Kendell noticed she was becoming incredibly turned on. The intense near full upper body tickling was still torture, however the ticklish nipple licking teased the possibility of sweet heavenly release.
"Careful now" Came a frighteningly familiar voice when the tickling suddenly stopped as with sweat, tears and a virtually rosie pink butt, back, sides, ribs and breasts Kendell fell to the floor. "You don't want her cumming."
"She's more ticklish if she cums." The Pink man spoke frankly to the four armed beast who was just closing the elusive front door behind himself. "I was going to throw her in the pink pit."
"Yep...yeah good idea." The four armed beast put his foot on Kendell's bare side and forced her to roll over onto her back as the two strange creatures chatted like old friends. "...give her the treatment first."
"Oh yeah." The Pink man almost purred with enthusiasm as the two beasts looked down upon the fearful girl.
"Nooo...no..." Kendell sobbed as the four armed beast used one of his huge hands to grip both of the suffering blondes wrists and hoist her up, bare feet dangling nearly a foot from the floor.
"C'mere you." The Pink man turned to demand the naked and exhausted cleaning lady who sluggishly peeled herself from the wooden coffe table with total obidience. "Hold her ankles."
Through much screaming protest and frantic struggling Kendell was pulled out on a forty five degree angle. The four armed beast holding her wrists in one had while the nude cleaning lady knelt on the floor with the blonde's ankles securley locked under one arm. Kendell's screams for mercy were soon interuppted by girlish giggling as the cleaning lady ran the five long nails of her free hand around the wrinkly bottoms of the dreaming girls precious feet.
"Heeheenoohahah! Ohgaawahahad!" Once Kendell's giggling had risen to a steady stream of laughter the stretched out girl was futher tortured when the four armed man's spare three hands began viciously lobster clawing her ribs from behind.
The dancing nails on her soles were in stark constrast to the harsh, almost painful, tickling on her ribs. Worse still was the Pink Man who slithered onto Kendell's nude shaking frame. Despite being suspended off the ground, the weight of the Pink Man seemed to make no difference as he left the floor and lay himself atop the angled woman's heaving body. The wet tounges squirmed everywhere, on her smooth underarms, around her ears and neck, over her lips, collar bone, breasts. Any part of her ribs that wasn't being attacked from behind was cruely licked as was her entire tummy with one particually fast moving pink tounge vibrating in Kendell's cute belly button.
It was far, far worse that Kendell had ever imagined. When she had hid in the closet and watched the cleaning lady get tickled it was a terrible feeling, but the tounges were everywhere. Of course, in reality the dreaming blonde had no idea what it was really like to have several tounges tickling inside her womanhood at once, nor had she ever felt the intrusive caress of an unusually wet tounge inbetween her well toned butt cheeks. The long pink tounges were even slipping inbetween her toes. Fortunatley for Kendell this was a dream and slowly but surley the tortured nude girl was waking up...
"Kendell?" Trish asked, her jade green eyes peering over the top of a three year old woman's magazine. "Oh thank jeez, your awake!"
"...Whu..?" Kendell blinked slowly as she took in her surroundings, she was in a hospital bed wearing nothing more than a thin standard issue baby blue nightie, Trish was standing up from her chair on the other side of the small private room.
"You want some water?" Trish asked grabbing and upturned glass on the bed side table and pivoting toward the small lockless bathroom next to the main door. "Are you okay? I'll call the nurse in a second."
Kendell sat up slowly, weak from three days sleep. It turned out, after being sedated on her bathroom floor by the paramedics, the barbie figured blonde had giggled constantly all the way to the hospital before falling into a state of shock. The shock had kept Kendell completley unconsious for three days straight and Trish had stayed with her the entire time, the nurse checking in once every hour.
Trish called the nurse who checked her over and paged the doctor assigned to Kendell. Despite calling a hospital her home for three days the red headed Trish didn't look any worse for wear. Trish's jeans wrapped to her long smooth legs and perfect ass like paint, the tight white t-shirt did little to hide her large jiggling boobs and her shoulder length red hair was as straight as always.
"Good afternoon Kendell, I'm doctor Hughes." Came a soft professional older man's voice as the door opened an hour after the nurse had called the pager. "It seems we have a rather unusual case..."
"What happened to me?" Kendell said having eaten and regained some strentgh as she sat up in the hospital bed, her long wavey blonde hair tied in a loose pony tail.
"Is she going to be okay?" Trish asked sitting in a standard hospital visitors chair next to the bed as she watched a 5'4ft grey haired man with thin lensed glasses, a white coat and dignified manner about him enter the room.
"That all depends...you see...since Kendell was bought in, I've been trying to find something similar to the symptoms the paramedics described..." Doctor Hughes grabbed the clip board from the end of the bed and peered over his glasses at the jumble of notes and ticked boxes. "I think you maybe suffering from a very rare nerve condition called 'Eximius Sensilis'."
"Nerve condition?" Kendell looked on wide eyed as the doctor hung back the clip board and stayed standing at the foot of the bed with a most pleasent and calming way about him.
"There maybe no need for alarm...my dianosis could be incorrect." The grey haired doctor put emphasis on the word 'could' as he explained Kendell's condition. "There have only ever been three other recorded cases. Basically thee nervous system becomes erratic, causing extreme levels of sensitivity to touch...curiously there are no records of it having any effect on the systems reaction to heat..."
"So its like an attack?" Trish interuppted as she noticed the good doctor trailing off into an irrelevant strain of the topic at hand.
"Quite." Hughes replied realising his brief mistake with a polite smile before swiftly returning to topic. "It appears to happen when your nerves are overly stimulated...such as the reported tickling your date was giving you the other night...in essence your nerves loose control of their threshold, which is why the meer touch of shower water caused you the undue stress resulting in the call for paramedics."
"...How...how do I get rid of it?" Kendell asked shocked at the news she could not even trust her own body.
"Given that this condition is so rare there isn't a definetive cure I'm afraid." His bed side manner was impecible, Doctor Hughes eyes showing true sympathy for his paitent. "If you aren't sedated its possible you'll fall into shock once again...obviously avoiding stimulation would be a good step, then again the attack may simply subside...Trisha tells me that between your brief tickling and the shower, you were okay...prehaps if you have left the shower, just sat down for half an hour or so, your nerves would have gone back to normal."
"Not to be rude but there seems to be a lot of 'Possibles', 'Maybes' and 'Prehaps'..." Trish said obviously more annoyed at the situation than at the doctor. "Are you even sure its this...Eximi...whatever?"
"...no." Doctor Hughes said sincerley placing his hands on the small plasic white wall at the end of the bed. "There simply hasn't been enough research done about Eximius Sensilis to give any definitive cure or prevention...I can only suggest avoiding any unessesery nerve stimulation...and if it happens again...well I'll keep looking into it..."
Kendell sat for a minute taking it in. Trish sighed and glanced at Kendell, holding her hand tight. Doctor Hughes busied himself with the clip board again and with a polite cough excused himself from the room. The nurse came in soon after and told them Kendell was welcome to stay another night but once her energy was back Trish took her back to their apartment that afternoon.
"I found two of them." Kendell said sitting in short shorts and a t-shirt at the computer from her bedroom.
"There were three cases right?" Trish asked clicking the t.v remote to mute as she stood up from the couch and wanderd toward the open door of her flat mate's bedroom.
"Yeah...I've been searching the net for about an hour...theres not much on it." Kendell explained looking up to the red head Trish as she entered the room. "The first one I found was some guy in the fifties...the other one is uncomfirmed, a girl in India found dead..."
"Dead?" Trish asked with surprise and a hint of concern.
"Theres a whole report on her...not much on the guy." Kendell said not sounding as concerned as she should have about the death part. "Says it wasn't the nerve condition itself that killed her...they found bruising on her ribs and stomch...her jaw muscles were stretched to an abnormal size...they found her with her mouth and eyes wide open, she'd been crying."
"...what...what happened to her?" Trish asked standing behind Kendell's chair as she scanned the onscreen report for futher information.
"They called in investigators because of the unusual death...once you wade through all the official language..." Kendell paused to turn in her chair and look Trish in the eye who took a step back toward Kendell's large double bed. "...she was tickled to death."
"...oh no..." Trish said wide eyed taking another step back and sitting down on the bed. "Someone...who?..."
"They never found the guy." Kendell said turning completley in her chair nowhere near as shocked as Trish. "Look...that was one time right? Its not going to happen to me...I just have to do what the doctor said, avoid stimulation to my nerves and theres no reason I can't live a normal life."
"You...fair enough." Trish said in reply letting her mood lighten a little seeing Kendell's logic. "I have to go in a sec...late shift...what about the guy in the fifties?"
"Don't know. Said he never left the house and he was eighteen when he contracted the condition but I couldn't dig up much. The report on the Indian girl was the best I could find." Kendell stood up from her chair and casually wanderd toward the bedroom door. "Don't worry about me okay? Nothings going to happen, it was a freak occcurance."
"Okay. You get some rest." Trish said standing and following Kendell into the lounge before picking up her hand bag and slipping into her stilletos. "I'll be back around eleven, so don't wait up."
Trish wandered off to work, Kendell herself wasn't due back to work for another three days. Whilst the specifics of her hospital visit hadn't been divuldged to the leggy blonde's boss the employer was happy to allow a week off sick. It wasn't as if Kendell hadn't earned it working countless hours overtime at the local DMV. After several minutes sitting idol on the couch Kendell clicked the T.V off and decided relaxation was the order of the day.
In a glorius bare body state the well toned twenty two year old blonde leant foward and dipped her slender fingers into the fluffy white bubbles that sat a top the hot bath water. Smiling to herself with pride for getting the water temputure just right Kendell stretched her long smooth left leg and dipped her cute button toes into through the bubbles. Seductivley slow the nude blonde let herslef slide under the bubbles and closed her eyes with pleasure.
Several minutes passsed before the soaking blonde took a sip of her red wine and glanced to other end of the stark white tub. Sitting next to two half melted red scented candles was a small glass tray, almost like a classy ash tray but far too big. Inside the tray were various colourful tablets, Trish's bath salts. Intrigued and knowing she wasn't usually allowed to use them but could play the sympathy card after her hospital visit, Kendell dropped two of the coloured tabs into the warm bubbly water.
"Oh no!" Kendell squealed with horror when the tablets began to fizz tiny bubbles up against the skin of her back and behind her knees. "Ohno ohnoohno!"
Spalshing quickly from the tub the panicking blonde could already feel her entire body start to tingle. It was the same unsuspecting sensation Kendell had felt in the shower five days before. Now the tall wet nude woman was able to recognise the premptive feeling of her nervous system betraying her as her shakey hand picked up the phone and quickly dialed 911.
"Please!...Eeeheeno! You-HAha!" Kendell dropped to her knees as she struggled with her will power to hold the phone correctly and explain her dilema. "I'meee in trahaha Nono! aahaha Help meeee! AHAHA!"
The phone was left swinging from the small table next to the couch with an operators voice being drowned out by poor Kendell's hysterical laughter. Her mind slipping the poor blonde could only roll on the carpet as the beads of water, her own hair and the long shag carpetting tickled every hyper sensitive inch of her nude body. Help was coming...hopefully.
To Be Continued...
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