Miss Ticklish
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Hey there! It's been a month since I posted a kinky story here but I'm back with a new one for you! Hope you'll like it. ^^
I put my cell phone down on the pillow, still not fully believing what had just happened. Phone calls early in the morning are usually the negativity bringers, although that may vary depending on your age. When I was 13, it would be my friends pulling pranks on me. At the age of 18 it was always my girlfriend who clearly could never conceive the blissfulness of sleep but as I turned 23, it would be bad news most of the time. Well, not today. After four years of working in a whole other industry, jumping from one factory to another, searching for my place on earth and yet, feeling partially satisfied, I received a phone call from my previous boss, elucidating she, along with the rest of the team, wants me back in the company. If only my salary had been higher and if only I hadn’t made two major mistakes at work, I swear, I would have never left. This job was something more than just reluctant completing my tasks, trying to get through the day. It was my passion and I was really content to hear others could see that as well. Besides, my teammates were just as incredible as my boss and the process engineer who carried out the exam for me to become a self-reliant operator. A good friend of Caroline’s personally. How could I turn down this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? I decided to take my chances. With all the wisdom I’ve gathered over the years, I knew it was going to be on my terms this time.
Eight hours later….
Here I am again. The enormous building in the outskirts of the city is stretching out to the end of the street with the unchanged slogan written on its flag. I leaned against the gate, awaiting my former employer and getting lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, there she is. A 5 '11 f tall, slim, 35-year-old black-eyed blonde is walking towards me with an amiable smile on her round face. It’s so habitual for her she must be used to wearing that smile almost as much as she is used to having her mani- and pedicure perfectly done. Even now that she’s approaching me, I can’t help but notice her long nails of amethyst adorning her well-groomed, smooth hands. A woman of success is what you might call her. You can see the confidence emanating from her eyes hidden behind her black glasses which seem to suit her so well, adding to her sex appeal. Her words snapped me back to reality:
As I followed Caroline deep into the maze of corridors, she expanded passionately on the most recent innovations around the place, the machines they’d purchased and filled me in on the upcoming events. Within a few more minutes, we reached her office where Agnes seemed to be waiting for us. As soon as I stepped in, a wide, beamish grin greeted me invitingly.
As I finished, both women gave each other a meaningful look. Caroline stood up, all of a sudden, and sat on the desk inches away from me. Agnes on the other hand remained in her seat peering into my eyes with a mysterious smirk on her face.
Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through my head at that point. Her explanation was not very detailed, leaving a huge space for contemplation. However, how bad could it possibly get? Knowing them for so long, I was more than certain I could trust them. The idea itself didn’t raise suspicion whatsoever, so I’d be just extremely bored at most. That’s what I thought. On the spur of the moment, I agreed to her proposal:
I quickly grabbed the pen and signed both documents, one of which I hid in the backpack I had taken with me. Caroline took the other one all thrilled to have everything buttoned up.
Not long after leaving the extensive corporation, all three of us got into Caroline’s car and headed to her house located in the city center about half an hour away from the factory. A large mansion with a Scandinavian design. Aside from the outstanding facade, all I could see was thousands of banknotes every time I glanced around. It’s a picture you see in the movies or on TV watching celebrities. It felt so unreal I believed nothing could outdo that impression. For a second, I did not predict I would take it back real soon.
Caroline led us both inside. I took that moment of following her to admire her medium-length hair hanging out freely in the wind. Agnes was walking beside me, reminding me of how small I am, compared to her. She was about 5’74 f. tall but that height brilliantly complemented her slender, yet womanly figure. As we entered the house, the first thing catching my eye was a black, BDSM, padded bench in the middle of a spacious living room. On the left side, I noticed a metal object, resembling a slave cage. As I turned my head to the right, I perceived a steel shelving four-tier rack with a riding crop, a whip, shackles, gags, blindfolds, collars and a leash lying on it. There was also a two-tier storage unit standing in the upper right corner of the room. What caught my attention next was a gigantic X frame attached to the opposite wall. The dominant colors in the room were red, grey and black. I was struck dumb seeing all this. I’ve never admitted it to anyone but secretly, I’ve been a sucker for BDSM furniture and that place seemed to be literally taken out of my fantasies. Who would’ve thought Agnes and Caroline would be into it, too? What a surprise! Now that I think about it though, it was quite predictable. It’s just something about their demeanor.
Having little choice and being carried by curiosity, I did what I was told to with slight inhibition. As they pinned me down to the bench, I was lying face-down, my legs were spread, bent at the knees whereas my arms were raised a bit lower than at the height of my head but high enough to expose my upper body. Both of my wrists and ankles were cuffed, giving me nearly zero chance of moving. No human words can express how vulnerable I felt in that position. I didn’t have time to dwell upon my situation though.
In the meantime, Agnes walked over to my legs and slowly untied my shoes. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard them both hit the floor, defeated by gravity. Shortly thereafter, my socks joined them in their fate.
The scream of protest soon turned into a loud, uncontrollable laughter as ten nimble fingers methodically explored every inch of my back, digging into the spaces between the ribs and delicately gliding across my sides, gradually making their way up to my armpits without reaching them just yet. I swear, I could see hell to pay at that moment. My body shook in spasms, yet no matter how much I struggled against the restraints, it didn’t move an inch, so Caroline’s relentless fingers could haunt me effortlessly however she liked. To crown it all, Agnes started to trace my defenseless, bare soles with her sharp nails not too long after, giving me additional stimulus and driving me insane. My naturally hypersensitive skin couldn’t take this torment. Even the lightest touch had the power of sending me to the pits of hell. That’s exactly where I felt I was.
Suddenly, I felt two index fingers gliding up and down my smooth, uncovered armpits. The demonic, melodious laughter quickly billowed into an agonizing scream, echoing through the room to my executioners’ undeniable pleasure.
Before I had a chance to react to that rhetorical question, my boss dug her hands in my underarms, roamed around with all of the ten fingers, leaving not an inch untouched, dancing all over my sweaty skin, prodding my hollows and unleashing all of my beasts. At the same time, Agnes continued her mad gallop on my feet, sliding her fingers in between my toes and moving them back and forth, just to go back to nibbling my heels and running her nails all over the area right underneath my toes. It may have been less than a few minutes but I was already out of breath, unable to say a word.
It seemed to have little effect on my torturers who kept pushing me way over the edge, indisputably complacent watching me quiver and shriek in agony through my frantic laughter.
I’m pretty sure she did it to make sure I wouldn't catch my breath and project my voice. She was just so right there. As soon as she went for my ribs, grasping them with just two fingers and caressing each bone, one by one while Agnes proceeded to work her tongue all over my stretched arches, simultaneously scratching and pinching my toes, I lost it and broke down into a high-pitched laughter. I was tugging on the restraints involuntarily whereas my throat began to dry out, letting out screechy implorations broken in half or even less. I could feel my body on fire, trickles of sweat were running down my forehead, cleavage and tummy but the end was nowhere in sight.
After a couple of minutes more, Agnes stopped tormenting my feet and I saw Caroline stand in front of my head. That was a short while for me to regulate my breath. For some reason, I looked up and got terrified even more, realizing it was an unforgivable mistake on my side. Her angel looks were gone, yielding to pure, sadistic elation radiating from her devilish eyes, sparkling evilly. Her naturally full, blood-red lips curled in a sneer, giving me goosebumps and making me shiver with unspeakable fear just at the sight. How I wished I hadn’t met her gaze…
In less than a second, I could feel ten, cruel fingers whirl all over my neck, especially under my chin causing me to dissolve into blustering laughter, my muscles tensed up straight away and my body proceeded to jerk in convulsions. It felt as if my mind entered a brand-new dimension where no thoughts exist - just me feeling utterly possessed and tortured beyond all limits.
As she reached them, a massive wave of whines and guffawing slipped out my mouth. Almost as if a new portion of strength was bestowed upon me, I yanked the cuffs, trying to clamp my arms on her vile fingers but of course, I failed since my arms remained unmoved. Through all that symphony of hysterics, squealing and howling, all I could hear was their mirth, expressed in a menacing laugh, implying that they had no intention of putting an end to my suffering any time soon. Quickly enough, they turned my eyes into a waterfall and my body desisted from moving as a result of the persecution it had been put through. It only shuddered and wobbled from time to time.
Both women giggled ominously, not ceasing the torture even for a moment, caressing my neck, armpits and exerting their cruelty on my back, ribs and sides.
After several minutes, I started to choke on my own breath which came to be the only reason for them to stop tickling me. I just lay there panting, feeling the pulse beating in every part of my body from head to toe as though I just ran in a marathon. This time I didn’t even dare look up but even if I had done it, I probably wouldn’t have seen anything as my vision got blurred owing to the tears springing into my eyes, flowing down my cheeks. Caroline and Agnes just sat on the floor and watched me carefully with huge, sinister smiles as if I was nothing more than a piece of meat or a fascinating exhibit.
That being said, Agnes uncuffed my wrists and ankles, helping me up just to then strip me down in front of my other victimizer. Despite the break given, my legs were still awfully shaking which seemed to amuse my torturers even more as I felt them leering at me.
Despite my desperate efforts, the girls remained merciless, visibly amused by my state and pulling on the leash, Agnes dragged me over to the X frame by the wall.
I closed my eyes and just carried out the order like a competent soldier. Or should I say, like a decent slave they had shaped me to be…
Sooner than later, all my four limbs were tied to the cross, wrists and ankles cuffed, arms strapped down in the elbows, making it impossible for me to twist and turn. Seeing them both in front of me broke me before they even laid a finger on my skin.
Ten fingers torturing my armpits, neck and nipples, one stiff feather twirling in between my legs - this was enough to put the whole city in coma. It shocked my senses, making me lose my mind in just a few seconds which seemed to prolong into an eternity. I wriggled and struggled against the cuffs as much as they allowed me to, which was probably an inch or two. I could feel my sweat blinding my eyes. To my misery, and my oppressors’ joy, the skin beaded with sweat became even more susceptible to tickling, making it easier for them to demolish me. Out of the blue, I felt Agnes’s five fingers spider-tickle the back of my knees with breaks for raking her nails all over my butt cheeks while the feather was still working its magic on my clit and groins. Caroline’s fingers, on the other hand, shifted the target of their attack for a while and brutally invaded my toned tummy, including the navel. She started off by sliding her index finger over my belly button, circling around it to finally dive in and swirl inside incessantly while with the other hand, she was kneading my side or skittering her nails across my underarms again. All I wanted to do at that point was to claw my way out through the wall and run away as far as possible. Meanwhile, all I could actually do was tremble, shake my head, writhe and immerse myself in the ordeal.
This was too much. Soon enough I could feel the overwhelming heat, not just from the tickling and teasing in my nether regions, but also from an insufficient amount of oxygen. Everything was getting darker and darker in front of my eyes and then, unexpectedly, both women took some steps back, giving me a break right before I’d pass out. I felt like crying being deprived of the opportunity to rest.
Ignoring my tiredness and constant shaking, I put on my clothes in a hurry as if I worried they might change their minds and lock me up again. No words can describe how relieved I was to leave, even though I still had their threats in the back of my head. Thank goodness I’m free to go now.
- Hello?
- Hey, Amy, it’s Caroline. Do you remember me? - a soft, mellifluous voice flowed through the phone right into my ear, filling my heart with considerable astonishment.
- Yeah.. Hi, Caroline, oh my goodness! I haven’t heard from you in four years but of course, I remember you. How are you?
- Yes, I know it’s been a while. Well, I’m calling you because your position became vacant and everybody on your former team is asking about you.
I know you have a new job and all but I need to ask if you would be interested in coming back. We all are missing you. You were my best employee. - she sounded so genuine and frank I started to melt inside. - You mean to tell me there are no candidates for the job?
- Obviously, there are. It’s just that, your team wants you. And I agree with them, I can’t think of a better person to do it. Your dedication was incomparable. If you need some time to think this through, that’s fine…
- When are you free to meet up? - I interrupted, shocking even my very self how easy it was for me to make up my mind.
- Um, how about this afternoon? You can come to my office at 3 PM.
- Okay, I’ll be there. Thank you, Caroline.
- No, I thank you, Amy. See you then!
- See you!
I put my cell phone down on the pillow, still not fully believing what had just happened. Phone calls early in the morning are usually the negativity bringers, although that may vary depending on your age. When I was 13, it would be my friends pulling pranks on me. At the age of 18 it was always my girlfriend who clearly could never conceive the blissfulness of sleep but as I turned 23, it would be bad news most of the time. Well, not today. After four years of working in a whole other industry, jumping from one factory to another, searching for my place on earth and yet, feeling partially satisfied, I received a phone call from my previous boss, elucidating she, along with the rest of the team, wants me back in the company. If only my salary had been higher and if only I hadn’t made two major mistakes at work, I swear, I would have never left. This job was something more than just reluctant completing my tasks, trying to get through the day. It was my passion and I was really content to hear others could see that as well. Besides, my teammates were just as incredible as my boss and the process engineer who carried out the exam for me to become a self-reliant operator. A good friend of Caroline’s personally. How could I turn down this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? I decided to take my chances. With all the wisdom I’ve gathered over the years, I knew it was going to be on my terms this time.
Eight hours later….
Here I am again. The enormous building in the outskirts of the city is stretching out to the end of the street with the unchanged slogan written on its flag. I leaned against the gate, awaiting my former employer and getting lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, there she is. A 5 '11 f tall, slim, 35-year-old black-eyed blonde is walking towards me with an amiable smile on her round face. It’s so habitual for her she must be used to wearing that smile almost as much as she is used to having her mani- and pedicure perfectly done. Even now that she’s approaching me, I can’t help but notice her long nails of amethyst adorning her well-groomed, smooth hands. A woman of success is what you might call her. You can see the confidence emanating from her eyes hidden behind her black glasses which seem to suit her so well, adding to her sex appeal. Her words snapped me back to reality:
- Hey, Amy. It’s so good to see you. Come with me, the expansion of the company goes on, so it’s easy to get lost here after so long.
- Yeah, I can see that. - my response was quite automatic, said in a nearly emotionless way as I was busy inhaling her delicate, flowery scent. I guess some things never really change.
As I followed Caroline deep into the maze of corridors, she expanded passionately on the most recent innovations around the place, the machines they’d purchased and filled me in on the upcoming events. Within a few more minutes, we reached her office where Agnes seemed to be waiting for us. As soon as I stepped in, a wide, beamish grin greeted me invitingly.
- Amy! It’s been ages! How are you? - the process engineer was hardly ever seen as cheerful. The long-haired, a bit younger, 30-year-old blonde usually kept her poker face and ice-cold stare but when I was around, she would always pierce right through me with her delightful, big, blue eyes somehow.
- I’m good, thank you. - I could never hide how shy she makes me feel when looks at me this way. - How are you doing?
- I’m doing well, thanks. I’ve heard you’re coming back, it’s great news. Sit down, please. - she pointed at the chair in front of her. Caroline sat by her side, facing me soon after.
- Yeah, about that.. Um.. - I began to stutter. I kind of felt that coming but it’s definitely not how it was supposed to go. - I understand the contract terms would be a little different this time. It’s very important to me if you want me back.
- What do you mean exactly? - asked Agnes, resting her chin on her clasped hands while Caroline sat back comfortably watching me closely.
- Well, the contract you usually offer at the start is signed for a period of nine months and then you decide to either terminate it or to sign an open-ended one after that time. You see, I need stability, I can’t afford to leave my current job if I can’t be sure whether you’ll let me stay here. I used to work here before, you know I’m reliable, so I think we can get past it. I just need some kind of protection on this matter. And the other thing I’m thinking about is my salary. The economical situation has significantly changed over the last four years, so the remuneration you provided then is no longer sufficient.
As I finished, both women gave each other a meaningful look. Caroline stood up, all of a sudden, and sat on the desk inches away from me. Agnes on the other hand remained in her seat peering into my eyes with a mysterious smirk on her face.
- You know, we totally understand your point of view. But as much as we can meet your demands regarding your salary, we cannot sign an open-ended contract with you just yet. You need to meet us halfway on that issue.
- Caroline, please.. Look, I understand, you can’t afford a shot in the dark either, I get it. But…
- There might be another way. - this turn of events I definitely did not expect. As I was sitting there speechless out of amazement, she carried on.
- How about this, we’ll raise your salary by twenty percent, we’ll sign a contract for a period of nine months but you will have our protection. Should anything go wrong, we will have you covered. Nobody will touch a hair on your head. Does that sound good?
- Um… okay… Where’s the catch? - I was so surprised I almost forgot my English. Judging by their faces, the girls must have seen my shock.
- Well, see… - Caroline stood up again and leaned against my chair. - Agnes and I have a very specific taste when it comes to… extra-professional activities. If you agree to join us and be always at our beck and call, we will have your back, no matter the situation. - she paused, clearly looking forward to my response.
Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through my head at that point. Her explanation was not very detailed, leaving a huge space for contemplation. However, how bad could it possibly get? Knowing them for so long, I was more than certain I could trust them. The idea itself didn’t raise suspicion whatsoever, so I’d be just extremely bored at most. That’s what I thought. On the spur of the moment, I agreed to her proposal:
- Okay. It’s a deal. - we shook hands so as to seal it.
- Fantastic! We’ve already prepared a contract for you, all you have left to do is sign. - she handed over two copies and a pen.
I quickly grabbed the pen and signed both documents, one of which I hid in the backpack I had taken with me. Caroline took the other one all thrilled to have everything buttoned up.
- So we have a deal. Do you want to know what exactly it is that we’ll be doing? - her penetrating gaze made me feel a flush creeping into my face.
- Yeah, sure. - I chuckled nervously.
- Good, it’s time to go home anyway. Agnes? - Caroline looked to her right.
- Yeah, coming. - she joyfully responded and instantly began to pack her things in a bag.
- Does that mean we’re all coming over to your place? - an insecure snicker slipped out of my mouth as I peeked at my boss.
- Precisely, dear. Let’s go. - the moment she said it, she proceeded to leave and Agnes placed her hand on my back walking with me as though she needed to make sure I wouldn't run away.
Not long after leaving the extensive corporation, all three of us got into Caroline’s car and headed to her house located in the city center about half an hour away from the factory. A large mansion with a Scandinavian design. Aside from the outstanding facade, all I could see was thousands of banknotes every time I glanced around. It’s a picture you see in the movies or on TV watching celebrities. It felt so unreal I believed nothing could outdo that impression. For a second, I did not predict I would take it back real soon.
Caroline led us both inside. I took that moment of following her to admire her medium-length hair hanging out freely in the wind. Agnes was walking beside me, reminding me of how small I am, compared to her. She was about 5’74 f. tall but that height brilliantly complemented her slender, yet womanly figure. As we entered the house, the first thing catching my eye was a black, BDSM, padded bench in the middle of a spacious living room. On the left side, I noticed a metal object, resembling a slave cage. As I turned my head to the right, I perceived a steel shelving four-tier rack with a riding crop, a whip, shackles, gags, blindfolds, collars and a leash lying on it. There was also a two-tier storage unit standing in the upper right corner of the room. What caught my attention next was a gigantic X frame attached to the opposite wall. The dominant colors in the room were red, grey and black. I was struck dumb seeing all this. I’ve never admitted it to anyone but secretly, I’ve been a sucker for BDSM furniture and that place seemed to be literally taken out of my fantasies. Who would’ve thought Agnes and Caroline would be into it, too? What a surprise! Now that I think about it though, it was quite predictable. It’s just something about their demeanor.
- My living room’s much to your liking, I see. - said Caroline, putting her hand on my shoulder with a spark in her eyes.
- I.. I, uh.. Yeah, sure. - I faltered. - But what exactly does it have to do with me?
- Don’t play a dummy. - Agnes interjected, looking at me as if she could see right through me. - We know more than you think.
- Lie down on that bench. - ordered Caroline.
- Um, me..? A-All right…
Having little choice and being carried by curiosity, I did what I was told to with slight inhibition. As they pinned me down to the bench, I was lying face-down, my legs were spread, bent at the knees whereas my arms were raised a bit lower than at the height of my head but high enough to expose my upper body. Both of my wrists and ankles were cuffed, giving me nearly zero chance of moving. No human words can express how vulnerable I felt in that position. I didn’t have time to dwell upon my situation though.
- How do you like it, sweetheart? - Caroline petted my head, running her fingers through my dark hair and playing with it. I could scarcely see her in the corner of my eye.
- That’s, um.. unusual. What are you going to do with me? - I smiled timidly.
- Well, we’re going to tickle you a little… - saying that, she wiggled her fingers over my left side ever so gently, then stopped after two seconds. - How’s that sound? - she asked, pulling up my sleeveless tank top, baring my sides and back.
- What? - my heart started to pound in my chest and my eyes opened wide instantly. - No, no, guys, come on.. Come on, please, don’t. - I began to thrash around, trying to break free. To no avail.
In the meantime, Agnes walked over to my legs and slowly untied my shoes. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard them both hit the floor, defeated by gravity. Shortly thereafter, my socks joined them in their fate.
- Guys, please, come on! - the panic clearly broke through the tone of my voice. - Just no tickles, please! NO!
The scream of protest soon turned into a loud, uncontrollable laughter as ten nimble fingers methodically explored every inch of my back, digging into the spaces between the ribs and delicately gliding across my sides, gradually making their way up to my armpits without reaching them just yet. I swear, I could see hell to pay at that moment. My body shook in spasms, yet no matter how much I struggled against the restraints, it didn’t move an inch, so Caroline’s relentless fingers could haunt me effortlessly however she liked. To crown it all, Agnes started to trace my defenseless, bare soles with her sharp nails not too long after, giving me additional stimulus and driving me insane. My naturally hypersensitive skin couldn’t take this torment. Even the lightest touch had the power of sending me to the pits of hell. That’s exactly where I felt I was.
- Awww, such a big girl can’t handle a little bit of tickles? - Caroline almost whispered in my ear. - We haven’t even gotten started…
Suddenly, I felt two index fingers gliding up and down my smooth, uncovered armpits. The demonic, melodious laughter quickly billowed into an agonizing scream, echoing through the room to my executioners’ undeniable pleasure.
- Oh, looks like we’ve found your weakest spot! These armpits sure need a little bit of caress, don’t you think?
Before I had a chance to react to that rhetorical question, my boss dug her hands in my underarms, roamed around with all of the ten fingers, leaving not an inch untouched, dancing all over my sweaty skin, prodding my hollows and unleashing all of my beasts. At the same time, Agnes continued her mad gallop on my feet, sliding her fingers in between my toes and moving them back and forth, just to go back to nibbling my heels and running her nails all over the area right underneath my toes. It may have been less than a few minutes but I was already out of breath, unable to say a word.
- P-p-plea.. st-stooohahahahaha.. - I stammered among the fits.
It seemed to have little effect on my torturers who kept pushing me way over the edge, indisputably complacent watching me quiver and shriek in agony through my frantic laughter.
- I’m sorry, darling, I’m afraid we can’t hear you quite well. You need to enunciate for us to stop. - taunted Agnes while scribbling my arches.
- And until you do that… - Caroline began to knead my sides interchangeably with scrubbing my back and attacking the spaces between my ribs.
I’m pretty sure she did it to make sure I wouldn't catch my breath and project my voice. She was just so right there. As soon as she went for my ribs, grasping them with just two fingers and caressing each bone, one by one while Agnes proceeded to work her tongue all over my stretched arches, simultaneously scratching and pinching my toes, I lost it and broke down into a high-pitched laughter. I was tugging on the restraints involuntarily whereas my throat began to dry out, letting out screechy implorations broken in half or even less. I could feel my body on fire, trickles of sweat were running down my forehead, cleavage and tummy but the end was nowhere in sight.
After a couple of minutes more, Agnes stopped tormenting my feet and I saw Caroline stand in front of my head. That was a short while for me to regulate my breath. For some reason, I looked up and got terrified even more, realizing it was an unforgivable mistake on my side. Her angel looks were gone, yielding to pure, sadistic elation radiating from her devilish eyes, sparkling evilly. Her naturally full, blood-red lips curled in a sneer, giving me goosebumps and making me shiver with unspeakable fear just at the sight. How I wished I hadn’t met her gaze…
- Here it comes… - she almost sang, wagging her fingers in the air, inching closer and closer towards my neck.
- No.. please.. - I pleaded shakily but my tormentor was faster.
In less than a second, I could feel ten, cruel fingers whirl all over my neck, especially under my chin causing me to dissolve into blustering laughter, my muscles tensed up straight away and my body proceeded to jerk in convulsions. It felt as if my mind entered a brand-new dimension where no thoughts exist - just me feeling utterly possessed and tortured beyond all limits.
- It’s just tickling… - mocked Agnes in an innocent, sweet voice as her hands spider-tickled my back and ribs, heading to my pits.
As she reached them, a massive wave of whines and guffawing slipped out my mouth. Almost as if a new portion of strength was bestowed upon me, I yanked the cuffs, trying to clamp my arms on her vile fingers but of course, I failed since my arms remained unmoved. Through all that symphony of hysterics, squealing and howling, all I could hear was their mirth, expressed in a menacing laugh, implying that they had no intention of putting an end to my suffering any time soon. Quickly enough, they turned my eyes into a waterfall and my body desisted from moving as a result of the persecution it had been put through. It only shuddered and wobbled from time to time.
- Aww, not so jumpy and squirmy anymore? - laughed Agnes. - You needed a heavy dose of discipline, no doubt.
- And she’s crying already. - noticed Caroline. - Poor little thing is so ticklish, right? - she went on, trying to act compassionate.
Both women giggled ominously, not ceasing the torture even for a moment, caressing my neck, armpits and exerting their cruelty on my back, ribs and sides.
After several minutes, I started to choke on my own breath which came to be the only reason for them to stop tickling me. I just lay there panting, feeling the pulse beating in every part of my body from head to toe as though I just ran in a marathon. This time I didn’t even dare look up but even if I had done it, I probably wouldn’t have seen anything as my vision got blurred owing to the tears springing into my eyes, flowing down my cheeks. Caroline and Agnes just sat on the floor and watched me carefully with huge, sinister smiles as if I was nothing more than a piece of meat or a fascinating exhibit.
- Please… no more tickling, I’m begging you. - I besought them in a raspy, shaky voice as I finally came to grips with my exhaustion. Still, my limbs would jolt over and over again due to the overstimulation my nerve endings were subjected to.
- Oh, it’s been only thirty minutes of tickling, you’re not done yet, my love! - Caroline stroked my face solicitously.
- We’re not letting you go that easily. - chuckled Agnes, petting my head.
- Please! I’ll do anything you want, just please stop!
- Oh, but this is exactly what we want. And for the next round, I think it’d be much more fun to have you naked.
That being said, Agnes uncuffed my wrists and ankles, helping me up just to then strip me down in front of my other victimizer. Despite the break given, my legs were still awfully shaking which seemed to amuse my torturers even more as I felt them leering at me.
- Much better now, don’t you think? - giggled Agnes, having her arms wrapped around my naked, emaciated body, turning my head towards Caroline, forcing me to stare at her salacious expression. - Now, let’s get you by that wall. - she said in my ear in an alluring way.
- No, no, please! - I fell on my knees pleadingly. - I’ve had enough, I can’t take it anymore, I’m begging you! - I put my hands together like in prayer.
- Awww, you’re such a sweet, little toy! - acknowledging that, Caroline walked over to the rack by the door, looking for a proper implement. She came back, waving at me with a dog-collar and a leash. - But see, we both love pets. Very, very much. And since we haven’t had one in forever, now you’re going to be our pet. - hearing these words, I could feel the collar tighten around my neck. At that time, Agnes was still standing beside me with her hand placed on my head.
- I can’t stand being tickled, it’s torture, please! - I cried completely terrified and worn-out.
- Heel, doggy. - Agnes's voice was so serene and soft as she ordered me around with a smirk.
Despite my desperate efforts, the girls remained merciless, visibly amused by my state and pulling on the leash, Agnes dragged me over to the X frame by the wall.
- Now, be a good girl and put your hands up. - she bared her teeth maliciously.
I closed my eyes and just carried out the order like a competent soldier. Or should I say, like a decent slave they had shaped me to be…
Sooner than later, all my four limbs were tied to the cross, wrists and ankles cuffed, arms strapped down in the elbows, making it impossible for me to twist and turn. Seeing them both in front of me broke me before they even laid a finger on my skin.
- Please, don’t tickle me, I can’t.. I don’t want it, please!
- But, uh.. - Caroline walked up to me and started to tease my nipples lightly with the tips of her nails staring me deeply in the eyes, making me even more shy. - You do want our protection, right?
- I.. hahahaha.. Y-yehahaha, yes… - the tickling was truly pitiless.
- There you go. Then you’ll endure it all obediently, right? - asking that, she moved onto my armpits, tickling ruthlessly.
- OH MY GOOOHAHAHAOD, PLEASE! - being so caught up in my hysterical laughter, I didn’t even notice what Agnes was doing on my left before she kneeled down, facing me.
- You’d better remember what you agreed to… - chuckled the long-haired, gliding a stiff feather up and down my groins and terrorizing my crotch from the anus all the way through my slit up to my clitoris.
- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! - I yelled in panic just before bursting into a maniacal laughter again.
Ten fingers torturing my armpits, neck and nipples, one stiff feather twirling in between my legs - this was enough to put the whole city in coma. It shocked my senses, making me lose my mind in just a few seconds which seemed to prolong into an eternity. I wriggled and struggled against the cuffs as much as they allowed me to, which was probably an inch or two. I could feel my sweat blinding my eyes. To my misery, and my oppressors’ joy, the skin beaded with sweat became even more susceptible to tickling, making it easier for them to demolish me. Out of the blue, I felt Agnes’s five fingers spider-tickle the back of my knees with breaks for raking her nails all over my butt cheeks while the feather was still working its magic on my clit and groins. Caroline’s fingers, on the other hand, shifted the target of their attack for a while and brutally invaded my toned tummy, including the navel. She started off by sliding her index finger over my belly button, circling around it to finally dive in and swirl inside incessantly while with the other hand, she was kneading my side or skittering her nails across my underarms again. All I wanted to do at that point was to claw my way out through the wall and run away as far as possible. Meanwhile, all I could actually do was tremble, shake my head, writhe and immerse myself in the ordeal.
- Who’s our ticklish, little girl? - Caroline kept taunting as her fingers began to wiggle on my neck.
This was too much. Soon enough I could feel the overwhelming heat, not just from the tickling and teasing in my nether regions, but also from an insufficient amount of oxygen. Everything was getting darker and darker in front of my eyes and then, unexpectedly, both women took some steps back, giving me a break right before I’d pass out. I felt like crying being deprived of the opportunity to rest.
- Fine, two hours of tickling is enough for the first time. But remember what the terms are. - Caroline scratched my side threateningly.
- And keep in mind that what we are doing now is solely for our pleasure. Should you make any mistakes at work, we may come bad. - Agnes added, prodding my ribs intimidatingly. - We’ll text you every time we want you to come over. You know the address. - she grinned from ear to ear viciously, setting me free and handing over my clothes.
Ignoring my tiredness and constant shaking, I put on my clothes in a hurry as if I worried they might change their minds and lock me up again. No words can describe how relieved I was to leave, even though I still had their threats in the back of my head. Thank goodness I’m free to go now.
- See you at work, love. - said Caroline in a crafty look as I walked through the door.
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