lesbiantickler
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- Aug 14, 2002
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"I'm sorry, Laura, now my sister has my diary. Soon she'll know
everything!" Eva said with a sob. She and Laura were sitting at a
table at the far end of the Bellman High School cafeteria. Eva was
speaking quietly so they wouldn't be overheard, even though the tables
around them were empty.
"It's not your fault," Laura said in a soothing voice, "Michelle
can be hard to resist when she puts her mind to it." Laura's long,
raven hair was a direct contrast to Eva's bright red, and she was about
2 or 3 inches taller than Eva's 5'0".
"It's just that my breasts are so ticklish," Eva whispered,
looking around nervously, "There was no way I could resist that!
Besides, Michelle threatened to tie me up and...tickle them with a
feather. I'd have gone insane!"
Laura put her hand on Eva's in a comforting manner. It was the
most obvious gesture she could make in public. "I know, your bully of a
sister has tickled you your whole life," Eva had told her friend about
her sister's frequent attacks, "Has she ever tied you up before?"
"A few times,' Eva shuttered, "Usually she'd just overpower me,
and pin me to the ground. One time...I had just turned 14..."
Eva went on to tell Laura of the time when she had just turned
14 and taken the IQ test all students in the district took before they
entered junior high. Eva had scored the highest score anyone had ever
gotten. It even made the paper. Her parents had been so proud.
Michelle, of course, hadn't. She absolutely hated it when Eva
stole some of her spotlight. As the jock, she was the one who usually
bathed in the glory. Michelle's jealousy triggered one of the worst
tickle attacks in Eva's life.
The next Saturday, Eva and Michelle's parents had been gone for
the day, and Michelle had decided to invite some friends over. They
quickly got bored, and Michelle suggested using her sister as the
entertainment. The girls readily agreed.
Four girls, all a year older than Eva, jumped her when she was
watching TV. Eva hadn't had a chance. They'd carried her to the big
tree in the backyard and tied her to it, with her wrists secured to a
branch high over Eva's head. Her T-shirt was ripped off, leaving Eva
wearing only her white bra above the waist.
The girls spent most of the rest of the day tickling their
prisoner. At first, they tickled her belly and ribs, until Michelle
pointed out that her sisters milky white underarms were even more
ticklish.
Eva remembered laughing so loudly, she was surprised the
neighbors didn't call the cops. Those long fingernails grazing over her
delicate hollows had been too much for the teen-ager, and she had
quickly broken down into hysterical laughter. It was pure agony.
After a while, the girls turned it into a game. They would take
turns tickling her, seeing who could make her laugh the loudest. Later,
one of them would tell bad jokes, while two other girls tickled Eva's
armpits, turning her into a howling, screaming laugh track.
The girls had even squirted a trail of honey down Eva's biceps
into her underarm and then put a hungry caterpillar on her! Eva
shuttered when she remembered all those prickly legs working their way
down her tender skin! It had taken what seemed like hours for the
caterpillar to finish that "Trail of Torture."
The worst had been when Michelle had come up with the idea of
bringing out the cellular phone, and calling many of the cute boys in
their class. They had held the phone close to Eva's mouth, so the boys
could hear her insane cackling. They forced Eva to tell the boys that
she loved them, and to offer to do several obscene acts that the
innocent Eva hadn't even understood at the time.
For such a shy girl, that alone was a nightmare.
"Did they tickle your breasts then?" Laura asked curiously.
"No, thank goodness," Eva said shaking her head, "Michelle
didn't figure out how ticklish they were for almost two years. I don't
think I would have survived if she had."
"'ll bet your parents punished her good when they got home,"
Laura said.
"They never found out," Eva said, "If I had told them, they
wouldn't have understood. To my parents, tickling was a fun game,
something you do to a babies chin. Maybe they would have given Michelle
a slap on the wrist. Then Michelle would have given me far worse."
Laura didn't get mad often, but she was now. "I've heard enough
about this sister of yours. I think it's time you get even with her,
and I'll help."
"Really," Eva looked up at Laura and smiled, "No one has ever
offered to do that for me."
"Well," Laura squeezed her hand, "What are special friends for?"
They spent the rest of lunch plotting their revenge.
*****************
Fridays were always a busy day for Michelle. Because the upper
classmen always avoided scheduling their classes on that day, mere
freshmen often had to do three or four. Michelle had had very little
time to do anything but listen to one boring lecture after another, and
that included reading her sister's diary.
Sure, she'd skimmed through it, but Eva wrote at least half a
page for each day in her tiny handwriting, and Michelle hadn't been able
to find out much about her sister's life at all. She hadn't even found
a hint of any dark, deep secrets her sister might have.
That wasn't to say Michelle had found nothing unusual. Some
girl named Laura was mentioned an awful lot, almost on every page.
Michelle couldn't remember Eva ever mentioning a friend named Laura,
though of course, Michelle usually had better things to do than listen
to her nerdy sister ramble on about her social life.
But if Eva did have a friend she was keeping secret from mom and
dad, it might mean that this Laura was the kind of friend they wouldn't
have approved of. The kind of friend you got in trouble with! Maybe
she was a gang member, or a druggie. Just letting mom and dad know
about this Laura and her hoodlum past could be the kind of dirt she
needed to prove to everyone that her Eva wasn't such a goody two shoes!
Michelle still had a couple of friends at Eva's high school. It
wouldn't be hard to find out what kind of reputation this Laura had.
Meanwhile, Michelle planned to read through the diary cover to cover
tonight. She was more certain than ever that there was some really
juicy dirt in there!
The first thing Michelle did when she came home was raid the
fridge, quickly devouring some left-over chicken and downing a glass of
juice. She was headed for the stairs to go up to her room and curl up
with the diary when she came face to face with Eva.
"I want my diary back now," Eva said simply.
"Oh, OK," Michelle said sarcastically, holding it out for Eva
and then jerking it away when her sister reached out for it, "Not! Go
away spazoid, it's mine!"
"I want my diary back," Eva said again. It was kind of a
comical scene as mousy Eva reached for her diary again, only to have her
athletic sister hold it high over her head. Michelle was a good six
inches taller than her sister, and could keep it out of Eva's grasp
forever.
"It's too late anyway, geek. I already know your great big
secret, and I plan to tell mom and dad as soon as they come home,"
Michelle taunted. That wasn't true, Michelle barely had a guess, but
she had learned long ago that a good bluff could be more important than
the truth.
Eva's face fell, and the redhead turned even more pale than
usual. "No, please don't..you can't..." Deep down, Michelle smiled.
Bingo! She'd never seen the little geek so frightened. She must have a
worse secret than Michelle had dared even hoped for!
"I'm going to tell more than just mom and dad," Michelle pushed
her bluff even farther, "I'll have my friends at your school tell
everyone there! What do you think will happen to your reputation when
that gets out?"
Eva felt tears forming in her eyes. This was her worst
nightmare. Still, she couldn't break down, especially not now. She had
to follow through on her and Laura's plan and bait the trap. She had to
do something she'd never dared do before.
Eva reached out and tickled Michelle underneath her arm. Taken
by surprise, Michelle jerked her arms down to protect her sides. Eva
grabbed her now reachable diary and ran like hell.
Michelle felt a rage come over her. Eva, her scrawny sister,
had DARED tickle her?! She raced after her sister, determined to pin
the nerd between her thighs and tickle Eva until she peed her pants.
Eva ran, furiously clutching her diary, knowing Michelle was
faster than she was. She expected to feel her sister's hands on her
back any second, pulling her to the ground and tickling her senseless.
Eva's only hope was to make it to the basement first!
Eva did, but just barely. She made it to the door only a foot
ahead of Michelle, swung the door closed to buy herself the few seconds
she needed, then took the stairs two at a time down into the darkness.
Michelle gloated when she saw where Eva was headed. The
basement was a dead end. "No way out," she called gleefully. Michelle
took the stairs slowly, enjoying the anticipation of the moment. Eva
just stood in the middle of the cement room, looking nervously for a way
out that didn't exist.
"I got you now, geek," Michelle said, stopping at the bottom of
the stairs, "I'm going to catch you, tie you up to the old couch, and
feather your bare breasts until mom and dad get home!" Like most
basements, the Shipleys' was filled with junk, including an old couch
that everyone had meant to take to the dump long ago, but not gotten
around to yet.
Eva stood her ground. She didn't even look for a place to hide
as her sister slowly walked towards her. She just stood there, staring
Michelle in the eye.
"Oh, this'll be good," Michelle said, halfway to Eva. Then
everything went dark.
Laura, who had been hiding beneath the stairs, had snuck up
behind Michelle and dropped a large burlap sack over the blonde's head.
Laura pulled the drawstring on the bag tight, pinning Michelle's arms to
her sides.
"Help me tie her," Laura yelled as Michelle cried out in alarm,
"This won't hold her long!" She was already holding on to the sack for
dear life while Michelle tried to escape.
Eva grabbed some rope that the two friends had stashed close by
ran to her friends aid. She wrapped on length around Michelle's
forearms, a few inches below her elbows where the burlap sack came to an
abrupt end, and tied it off quickly. Eva wrapped and tied another
length around Michelle's shoulders.
Michelle twisted and turned, but taken completely by surprise as
she was, had made little progress before Eva wrapped her up even more.
Already blinded, Michelle suddenly felt the world turn end over end as
Laura and Eva knocked her to the ground. Michelle then felt four hands
tie more rope around her ankles, and then her thighs.
"Get the hell off me!" Michelle screamed, though the thick sack
muffled her voice considerably. Michelle felt the four hands leave her
body, but tied as she was, Michelle could only wiggle on the ground like
a worm, bending at the knees and waist alone.
"Still going to tie me up?" Eva's voice said mockingly.
Michelle wanted to kick in her direction, but with the sack over her
head, Michelle had no idea which way that was.
"She looks like a Christmas present," said Laura, though
Michelle couldn't identify the voice, "All wrapped up. She just needs a
bow."
"Let's get her up on the couch," Eva said.
Michelle felt her body being lifted up into the air. She tried
to squirm out of their grasp, but couldn't move enough to shake the
hands. Michelle was carried across the room, then placed face down on
the soft cushions of what had to be the couch.
"I swear, Eva," Michelle cried out desperately, "If you don't
release me..." she left the threat open, having no idea of how to finish
it.
Eva and Laura heard little more than a mumbling, as not only the
burlap sack but the couch cushion muffled Michelle's words. They
positioned Michelle's feet so that they were dangling over the armrest
of the couch, then looped another piece of rope around her ankles and
the other end firmly to one of the legs of the couch.
"What do we do with her now," Laura asked teasingly, already
uniting one of Michelle's white sneakers.
"We'll think of something," Eva said, working on the other.
Michelle knew something was very wrong when she felt her Nike's
being slowly removed from her feet. Next, Michelle could feel her
white, cotton socks being stripped off and the cold air striking her
bare feet. Panic filled Michelle's soul. They couldn't!
Michelle started wiggling again, and would surely have managed
to at least roll off the couch had Laura not sat down firmly on the
backs of Michelle's legs, pinning her beneath her weight. "No girl, you
aren't going anywhere."
Eva just stared at her sister's feet. With Michelle on her
stomach, her heels were pointed up and her long toes down to the floor.
Eva saw that the cushiony Nike's her sister always wore had kept her
soles soft and supple. Michelle's days on the beach kept them just
slightly tan. They looked unbelievably ticklish.
"So, you know about Eva and me," Laura said, still sitting on
Michelle's legs, "We'll just have to make sure you don't tell anybody."
Leaning over, Laura look a length of her long, raven hair and ran the
ends down Michelle's soles.
Michelle felt the feathery touch immediately, and started
bucking like a bronco. She scrunched up her face and resisted laughing,
at least until Laura began stroking the ends of her hair over Michelle's
long toes. That was too much for the blonde to take.
"He ehe ehee e eheh stooooopppp ehehe eheh e no not ehe eheh e
eheheh..." a steady stream of giggles started pouring from Michelle's
mouth. She asked again and again for the tickling to stop, but if Eva
or Laura understood her pleas, they didn't show it.
Michelle's feet started wiggling wildly, each trying to cover
the other, to somehow lessen the horrible tickling. Laura simply
brushed her hair over the foot on top, changing locations quicker than
Michelle could move her ankles. Laura always focused on the toes,
however, making sure the dangling ends of her hair glided between them.
The tickling got worse when Eva started raking her long, pink
fingernails over the arch of Michelle's other foot. Eva used no
delicate touch, no skill. She just scraped her nails up and down. And
it worked.
The contrast between the two styles, one light and slow, the
other hard and fast, sent Michelle into hysterics. She started laughing
harder and harder, begging now for relief, promising Eva and her friend
anything if they'd just stop.
"How does it feel, sister!" Eva called out, still tickling
relentlessly, "How do you like it!"
Michelle's mind was a buzz. This wasn't the way it was supposed
to work! She should have been the torturer, not the tortured. The
tickling on her soles was driving her crazy! It got worse when she felt
fingernails dancing over both of her soles, the feathery touch (she
didn't know it was Laura's hair) seemingly everywhere at once! She
started laughing harder and harder, begging and pleading for mercy. But
mercy didn't come.
Eva was now, indeed, tickling both feet. She was beginning to
find the more ticklish spots on Michelle's feet, like the spot just
below her big toe, or the one just below where her high arch started,
and always returned to tickle them often, again and again.
Eva had been tickled by her sister too often not to know a few
tricks (or at least what had worked well on her own feet!). She began
experimenting with the speed of her tickling, and the lightness of her
touch. Sometimes she tickled like she had before, fast and furious,
sometimes she tickled so lightly, Michelle could barely feel it.
Usually, Eva tickled somewhere in-between. The varying speeds drove
Michelle even farther over the edge.
Laura just kept dancing her long, black strands all over
Michelle's soles. She worked around Eva's hands, tickling any spot her
friend was neglecting at the moment., sometimes even brushing between
Eva's fingernails.
More than anything, Laura stared at Eva. She was worried that
her friend would not be able to be dominant over her bullying sister.
Sometimes the oppressed psychologically couldn't rise up, no matter what
the history books said. To Laura's joy, Eva had no problem striking
back. She seemed to be enjoying her revenge immensely.
All Michelle could do was howl with laughter. As her sister
became more and more skilled at tickling (a genius like Eva learned in a
few minutes what a less brilliant person would have needed hours of
tickling to learn) the fingers on Michelle's bare feet became more and
more unbearable. Conscious thought fled farther and farther from her
brain.
Breathing became harder and harder for Michelle, and it became
hotter and hotter in her burlap sack, though not dangerously so (burlap
does breathe). She bucked and wiggled less and less as her muscles
began more and more exhausted. Michelle felt more than once like she
was on the verge of passing out.
The tickling on Michelle's feet continued like that for almost
twenty minutes before Laura and Eva gave Michelle a brief break. They
whispered between them, but Michelle didn't care what they had to say.
She didn't try to talk. She could only gulp down oxygen, glad for any
peace from that horrible tickling she could get.
It didn't last long. Michelle felt Eva's horrible fingernails
again on her bare soles, this time attacking her sensitive toes! Those
damned nails worked their way between Michelle's long, shapely toes,
stroked underneath them and circled their circular tips. It tickled
worse than anything had before!
Michelle started howling immediately, plunged into mindless
hysteria almost from the beginning. "HE EHE EHE EHEHHE
GAAAWWWWWDD!!!!!HEW EE EHEHE EHEH STAAAWWWPPP EH EHEHEH E E E EEHHH EHEH
EHEH E EHEHEHH !!! TOO HEHE HE EHEHHEHEH
TIIICHHEHEHEHTICCCKKLLIISSHHHH!!!!!"
The words came to Michelle's mouth unbidden. She had no idea
what promises she made, what squeals poured from her mouth. It was as
if the tickling had forced Michelle's brain out of the loop. It was too
much.
It got worse when something hot and wet, it could only be a
tongue, started licking up and down one of Michelle's soles. That
tongue wormed across the delicate skin, curling and stroking and up
down. It was agony.
It was Laura, of course, leaning forward as far as she could,
giving Michelle's soles a tongue bath. Eva, still working nails under
Michelle's toes, watched in fascination. Laura left no spot unlicked.
It was like a mother cat bathing a kitten. Unbelievable!
Michelle could only writhe in ticklish agony. She was cackling
now, her laughter sounding something like the witch in a Disney movie.
She would have done anything to make the tickling stop, but could no
think clearly enough to form human words to tell her tormentors that.
It was hell!
It only got worse. Soon, there were not one tongue but two on
Michelle's bare soles. At first, they stayed on different feet, but
soon, both tongues were skating on the same sole. AHHHHHHH!!!!!
If Michelle had held onto a tiny piece of her sanity, she would
have realized that as the tongues slid up and down her soles, they
touched more than once. Michelle would have known what that meant. She
would have understood her sister's horrible secret, and this
unprecedented attack would have been explained.
But Michelle didn't. All she was aware of, all that existed in
the world was the tickling. That lasted for a time beyond measure.
Then with an animalistic cry, Michelle finally faded into
unconsciousness.
"Not bad," Laura said, getting off Michelle's now unconscious
body, "She lasted over an hour."
"What do we do now," Eva said, her uncertainty returning. She
knew if they just untied Michelle and Laura went home, Eva would feel
her sister's horrible counter-attack.
"Your parents won't be home for half an hour, right?" Laura
asked.
"Yeah, not till six." Eva answered.
"That should be enough time," Laura said grinning ear to ear,
"Let's get your sister into my car while she's still out cold. I've got
an idea that should make for one entertaining night!" Laura laughed
wickedly.
Eva, thinking she knew what her friend had in mind, joined in.
everything!" Eva said with a sob. She and Laura were sitting at a
table at the far end of the Bellman High School cafeteria. Eva was
speaking quietly so they wouldn't be overheard, even though the tables
around them were empty.
"It's not your fault," Laura said in a soothing voice, "Michelle
can be hard to resist when she puts her mind to it." Laura's long,
raven hair was a direct contrast to Eva's bright red, and she was about
2 or 3 inches taller than Eva's 5'0".
"It's just that my breasts are so ticklish," Eva whispered,
looking around nervously, "There was no way I could resist that!
Besides, Michelle threatened to tie me up and...tickle them with a
feather. I'd have gone insane!"
Laura put her hand on Eva's in a comforting manner. It was the
most obvious gesture she could make in public. "I know, your bully of a
sister has tickled you your whole life," Eva had told her friend about
her sister's frequent attacks, "Has she ever tied you up before?"
"A few times,' Eva shuttered, "Usually she'd just overpower me,
and pin me to the ground. One time...I had just turned 14..."
Eva went on to tell Laura of the time when she had just turned
14 and taken the IQ test all students in the district took before they
entered junior high. Eva had scored the highest score anyone had ever
gotten. It even made the paper. Her parents had been so proud.
Michelle, of course, hadn't. She absolutely hated it when Eva
stole some of her spotlight. As the jock, she was the one who usually
bathed in the glory. Michelle's jealousy triggered one of the worst
tickle attacks in Eva's life.
The next Saturday, Eva and Michelle's parents had been gone for
the day, and Michelle had decided to invite some friends over. They
quickly got bored, and Michelle suggested using her sister as the
entertainment. The girls readily agreed.
Four girls, all a year older than Eva, jumped her when she was
watching TV. Eva hadn't had a chance. They'd carried her to the big
tree in the backyard and tied her to it, with her wrists secured to a
branch high over Eva's head. Her T-shirt was ripped off, leaving Eva
wearing only her white bra above the waist.
The girls spent most of the rest of the day tickling their
prisoner. At first, they tickled her belly and ribs, until Michelle
pointed out that her sisters milky white underarms were even more
ticklish.
Eva remembered laughing so loudly, she was surprised the
neighbors didn't call the cops. Those long fingernails grazing over her
delicate hollows had been too much for the teen-ager, and she had
quickly broken down into hysterical laughter. It was pure agony.
After a while, the girls turned it into a game. They would take
turns tickling her, seeing who could make her laugh the loudest. Later,
one of them would tell bad jokes, while two other girls tickled Eva's
armpits, turning her into a howling, screaming laugh track.
The girls had even squirted a trail of honey down Eva's biceps
into her underarm and then put a hungry caterpillar on her! Eva
shuttered when she remembered all those prickly legs working their way
down her tender skin! It had taken what seemed like hours for the
caterpillar to finish that "Trail of Torture."
The worst had been when Michelle had come up with the idea of
bringing out the cellular phone, and calling many of the cute boys in
their class. They had held the phone close to Eva's mouth, so the boys
could hear her insane cackling. They forced Eva to tell the boys that
she loved them, and to offer to do several obscene acts that the
innocent Eva hadn't even understood at the time.
For such a shy girl, that alone was a nightmare.
"Did they tickle your breasts then?" Laura asked curiously.
"No, thank goodness," Eva said shaking her head, "Michelle
didn't figure out how ticklish they were for almost two years. I don't
think I would have survived if she had."
"'ll bet your parents punished her good when they got home,"
Laura said.
"They never found out," Eva said, "If I had told them, they
wouldn't have understood. To my parents, tickling was a fun game,
something you do to a babies chin. Maybe they would have given Michelle
a slap on the wrist. Then Michelle would have given me far worse."
Laura didn't get mad often, but she was now. "I've heard enough
about this sister of yours. I think it's time you get even with her,
and I'll help."
"Really," Eva looked up at Laura and smiled, "No one has ever
offered to do that for me."
"Well," Laura squeezed her hand, "What are special friends for?"
They spent the rest of lunch plotting their revenge.
*****************
Fridays were always a busy day for Michelle. Because the upper
classmen always avoided scheduling their classes on that day, mere
freshmen often had to do three or four. Michelle had had very little
time to do anything but listen to one boring lecture after another, and
that included reading her sister's diary.
Sure, she'd skimmed through it, but Eva wrote at least half a
page for each day in her tiny handwriting, and Michelle hadn't been able
to find out much about her sister's life at all. She hadn't even found
a hint of any dark, deep secrets her sister might have.
That wasn't to say Michelle had found nothing unusual. Some
girl named Laura was mentioned an awful lot, almost on every page.
Michelle couldn't remember Eva ever mentioning a friend named Laura,
though of course, Michelle usually had better things to do than listen
to her nerdy sister ramble on about her social life.
But if Eva did have a friend she was keeping secret from mom and
dad, it might mean that this Laura was the kind of friend they wouldn't
have approved of. The kind of friend you got in trouble with! Maybe
she was a gang member, or a druggie. Just letting mom and dad know
about this Laura and her hoodlum past could be the kind of dirt she
needed to prove to everyone that her Eva wasn't such a goody two shoes!
Michelle still had a couple of friends at Eva's high school. It
wouldn't be hard to find out what kind of reputation this Laura had.
Meanwhile, Michelle planned to read through the diary cover to cover
tonight. She was more certain than ever that there was some really
juicy dirt in there!
The first thing Michelle did when she came home was raid the
fridge, quickly devouring some left-over chicken and downing a glass of
juice. She was headed for the stairs to go up to her room and curl up
with the diary when she came face to face with Eva.
"I want my diary back now," Eva said simply.
"Oh, OK," Michelle said sarcastically, holding it out for Eva
and then jerking it away when her sister reached out for it, "Not! Go
away spazoid, it's mine!"
"I want my diary back," Eva said again. It was kind of a
comical scene as mousy Eva reached for her diary again, only to have her
athletic sister hold it high over her head. Michelle was a good six
inches taller than her sister, and could keep it out of Eva's grasp
forever.
"It's too late anyway, geek. I already know your great big
secret, and I plan to tell mom and dad as soon as they come home,"
Michelle taunted. That wasn't true, Michelle barely had a guess, but
she had learned long ago that a good bluff could be more important than
the truth.
Eva's face fell, and the redhead turned even more pale than
usual. "No, please don't..you can't..." Deep down, Michelle smiled.
Bingo! She'd never seen the little geek so frightened. She must have a
worse secret than Michelle had dared even hoped for!
"I'm going to tell more than just mom and dad," Michelle pushed
her bluff even farther, "I'll have my friends at your school tell
everyone there! What do you think will happen to your reputation when
that gets out?"
Eva felt tears forming in her eyes. This was her worst
nightmare. Still, she couldn't break down, especially not now. She had
to follow through on her and Laura's plan and bait the trap. She had to
do something she'd never dared do before.
Eva reached out and tickled Michelle underneath her arm. Taken
by surprise, Michelle jerked her arms down to protect her sides. Eva
grabbed her now reachable diary and ran like hell.
Michelle felt a rage come over her. Eva, her scrawny sister,
had DARED tickle her?! She raced after her sister, determined to pin
the nerd between her thighs and tickle Eva until she peed her pants.
Eva ran, furiously clutching her diary, knowing Michelle was
faster than she was. She expected to feel her sister's hands on her
back any second, pulling her to the ground and tickling her senseless.
Eva's only hope was to make it to the basement first!
Eva did, but just barely. She made it to the door only a foot
ahead of Michelle, swung the door closed to buy herself the few seconds
she needed, then took the stairs two at a time down into the darkness.
Michelle gloated when she saw where Eva was headed. The
basement was a dead end. "No way out," she called gleefully. Michelle
took the stairs slowly, enjoying the anticipation of the moment. Eva
just stood in the middle of the cement room, looking nervously for a way
out that didn't exist.
"I got you now, geek," Michelle said, stopping at the bottom of
the stairs, "I'm going to catch you, tie you up to the old couch, and
feather your bare breasts until mom and dad get home!" Like most
basements, the Shipleys' was filled with junk, including an old couch
that everyone had meant to take to the dump long ago, but not gotten
around to yet.
Eva stood her ground. She didn't even look for a place to hide
as her sister slowly walked towards her. She just stood there, staring
Michelle in the eye.
"Oh, this'll be good," Michelle said, halfway to Eva. Then
everything went dark.
Laura, who had been hiding beneath the stairs, had snuck up
behind Michelle and dropped a large burlap sack over the blonde's head.
Laura pulled the drawstring on the bag tight, pinning Michelle's arms to
her sides.
"Help me tie her," Laura yelled as Michelle cried out in alarm,
"This won't hold her long!" She was already holding on to the sack for
dear life while Michelle tried to escape.
Eva grabbed some rope that the two friends had stashed close by
ran to her friends aid. She wrapped on length around Michelle's
forearms, a few inches below her elbows where the burlap sack came to an
abrupt end, and tied it off quickly. Eva wrapped and tied another
length around Michelle's shoulders.
Michelle twisted and turned, but taken completely by surprise as
she was, had made little progress before Eva wrapped her up even more.
Already blinded, Michelle suddenly felt the world turn end over end as
Laura and Eva knocked her to the ground. Michelle then felt four hands
tie more rope around her ankles, and then her thighs.
"Get the hell off me!" Michelle screamed, though the thick sack
muffled her voice considerably. Michelle felt the four hands leave her
body, but tied as she was, Michelle could only wiggle on the ground like
a worm, bending at the knees and waist alone.
"Still going to tie me up?" Eva's voice said mockingly.
Michelle wanted to kick in her direction, but with the sack over her
head, Michelle had no idea which way that was.
"She looks like a Christmas present," said Laura, though
Michelle couldn't identify the voice, "All wrapped up. She just needs a
bow."
"Let's get her up on the couch," Eva said.
Michelle felt her body being lifted up into the air. She tried
to squirm out of their grasp, but couldn't move enough to shake the
hands. Michelle was carried across the room, then placed face down on
the soft cushions of what had to be the couch.
"I swear, Eva," Michelle cried out desperately, "If you don't
release me..." she left the threat open, having no idea of how to finish
it.
Eva and Laura heard little more than a mumbling, as not only the
burlap sack but the couch cushion muffled Michelle's words. They
positioned Michelle's feet so that they were dangling over the armrest
of the couch, then looped another piece of rope around her ankles and
the other end firmly to one of the legs of the couch.
"What do we do with her now," Laura asked teasingly, already
uniting one of Michelle's white sneakers.
"We'll think of something," Eva said, working on the other.
Michelle knew something was very wrong when she felt her Nike's
being slowly removed from her feet. Next, Michelle could feel her
white, cotton socks being stripped off and the cold air striking her
bare feet. Panic filled Michelle's soul. They couldn't!
Michelle started wiggling again, and would surely have managed
to at least roll off the couch had Laura not sat down firmly on the
backs of Michelle's legs, pinning her beneath her weight. "No girl, you
aren't going anywhere."
Eva just stared at her sister's feet. With Michelle on her
stomach, her heels were pointed up and her long toes down to the floor.
Eva saw that the cushiony Nike's her sister always wore had kept her
soles soft and supple. Michelle's days on the beach kept them just
slightly tan. They looked unbelievably ticklish.
"So, you know about Eva and me," Laura said, still sitting on
Michelle's legs, "We'll just have to make sure you don't tell anybody."
Leaning over, Laura look a length of her long, raven hair and ran the
ends down Michelle's soles.
Michelle felt the feathery touch immediately, and started
bucking like a bronco. She scrunched up her face and resisted laughing,
at least until Laura began stroking the ends of her hair over Michelle's
long toes. That was too much for the blonde to take.
"He ehe ehee e eheh stooooopppp ehehe eheh e no not ehe eheh e
eheheh..." a steady stream of giggles started pouring from Michelle's
mouth. She asked again and again for the tickling to stop, but if Eva
or Laura understood her pleas, they didn't show it.
Michelle's feet started wiggling wildly, each trying to cover
the other, to somehow lessen the horrible tickling. Laura simply
brushed her hair over the foot on top, changing locations quicker than
Michelle could move her ankles. Laura always focused on the toes,
however, making sure the dangling ends of her hair glided between them.
The tickling got worse when Eva started raking her long, pink
fingernails over the arch of Michelle's other foot. Eva used no
delicate touch, no skill. She just scraped her nails up and down. And
it worked.
The contrast between the two styles, one light and slow, the
other hard and fast, sent Michelle into hysterics. She started laughing
harder and harder, begging now for relief, promising Eva and her friend
anything if they'd just stop.
"How does it feel, sister!" Eva called out, still tickling
relentlessly, "How do you like it!"
Michelle's mind was a buzz. This wasn't the way it was supposed
to work! She should have been the torturer, not the tortured. The
tickling on her soles was driving her crazy! It got worse when she felt
fingernails dancing over both of her soles, the feathery touch (she
didn't know it was Laura's hair) seemingly everywhere at once! She
started laughing harder and harder, begging and pleading for mercy. But
mercy didn't come.
Eva was now, indeed, tickling both feet. She was beginning to
find the more ticklish spots on Michelle's feet, like the spot just
below her big toe, or the one just below where her high arch started,
and always returned to tickle them often, again and again.
Eva had been tickled by her sister too often not to know a few
tricks (or at least what had worked well on her own feet!). She began
experimenting with the speed of her tickling, and the lightness of her
touch. Sometimes she tickled like she had before, fast and furious,
sometimes she tickled so lightly, Michelle could barely feel it.
Usually, Eva tickled somewhere in-between. The varying speeds drove
Michelle even farther over the edge.
Laura just kept dancing her long, black strands all over
Michelle's soles. She worked around Eva's hands, tickling any spot her
friend was neglecting at the moment., sometimes even brushing between
Eva's fingernails.
More than anything, Laura stared at Eva. She was worried that
her friend would not be able to be dominant over her bullying sister.
Sometimes the oppressed psychologically couldn't rise up, no matter what
the history books said. To Laura's joy, Eva had no problem striking
back. She seemed to be enjoying her revenge immensely.
All Michelle could do was howl with laughter. As her sister
became more and more skilled at tickling (a genius like Eva learned in a
few minutes what a less brilliant person would have needed hours of
tickling to learn) the fingers on Michelle's bare feet became more and
more unbearable. Conscious thought fled farther and farther from her
brain.
Breathing became harder and harder for Michelle, and it became
hotter and hotter in her burlap sack, though not dangerously so (burlap
does breathe). She bucked and wiggled less and less as her muscles
began more and more exhausted. Michelle felt more than once like she
was on the verge of passing out.
The tickling on Michelle's feet continued like that for almost
twenty minutes before Laura and Eva gave Michelle a brief break. They
whispered between them, but Michelle didn't care what they had to say.
She didn't try to talk. She could only gulp down oxygen, glad for any
peace from that horrible tickling she could get.
It didn't last long. Michelle felt Eva's horrible fingernails
again on her bare soles, this time attacking her sensitive toes! Those
damned nails worked their way between Michelle's long, shapely toes,
stroked underneath them and circled their circular tips. It tickled
worse than anything had before!
Michelle started howling immediately, plunged into mindless
hysteria almost from the beginning. "HE EHE EHE EHEHHE
GAAAWWWWWDD!!!!!HEW EE EHEHE EHEH STAAAWWWPPP EH EHEHEH E E E EEHHH EHEH
EHEH E EHEHEHH !!! TOO HEHE HE EHEHHEHEH
TIIICHHEHEHEHTICCCKKLLIISSHHHH!!!!!"
The words came to Michelle's mouth unbidden. She had no idea
what promises she made, what squeals poured from her mouth. It was as
if the tickling had forced Michelle's brain out of the loop. It was too
much.
It got worse when something hot and wet, it could only be a
tongue, started licking up and down one of Michelle's soles. That
tongue wormed across the delicate skin, curling and stroking and up
down. It was agony.
It was Laura, of course, leaning forward as far as she could,
giving Michelle's soles a tongue bath. Eva, still working nails under
Michelle's toes, watched in fascination. Laura left no spot unlicked.
It was like a mother cat bathing a kitten. Unbelievable!
Michelle could only writhe in ticklish agony. She was cackling
now, her laughter sounding something like the witch in a Disney movie.
She would have done anything to make the tickling stop, but could no
think clearly enough to form human words to tell her tormentors that.
It was hell!
It only got worse. Soon, there were not one tongue but two on
Michelle's bare soles. At first, they stayed on different feet, but
soon, both tongues were skating on the same sole. AHHHHHHH!!!!!
If Michelle had held onto a tiny piece of her sanity, she would
have realized that as the tongues slid up and down her soles, they
touched more than once. Michelle would have known what that meant. She
would have understood her sister's horrible secret, and this
unprecedented attack would have been explained.
But Michelle didn't. All she was aware of, all that existed in
the world was the tickling. That lasted for a time beyond measure.
Then with an animalistic cry, Michelle finally faded into
unconsciousness.
"Not bad," Laura said, getting off Michelle's now unconscious
body, "She lasted over an hour."
"What do we do now," Eva said, her uncertainty returning. She
knew if they just untied Michelle and Laura went home, Eva would feel
her sister's horrible counter-attack.
"Your parents won't be home for half an hour, right?" Laura
asked.
"Yeah, not till six." Eva answered.
"That should be enough time," Laura said grinning ear to ear,
"Let's get your sister into my car while she's still out cold. I've got
an idea that should make for one entertaining night!" Laura laughed
wickedly.
Eva, thinking she knew what her friend had in mind, joined in.
