Watching the scenery rush past her was a good reminder for Fiona why she stuck with her job. There was something special about riding a hoverbike through the wilderness you couldn't get anywhere else. Watching the surrounding trees and rocks fly past her at breakneck speeds, feeling the air press against her, that sense of speed you just couldn’t get out of an enclosed vehicle… It was a rush. It’s what made the long treks she took across Vosie 2 as a Lightspeed Express courier worth it.
Vosie 2 was a relatively newly colonized planet in a solar system thousands of lightyears away from Old Terra. From what Fiona had learned in school, humanity had only settled there a little less than two hundred years ago. In between the sprawling metropolises where the overwhelming majority of people lived were sections of untamed wilderness stretching on for up to hundreds of miles at times.
At 27-years-old, Fiona Kaminski worked as a courier for Lightspeed Express transporting goods for clients living in remote areas not directly connected to a lightrail train station, such as survey outposts and research stations. For anybody who needed to venture past the walls of Mistvale City, it wasn't too unusual to catch sight of her whizzing past on her silver all terrain hoverbike that floated roughly a foot off the ground, dressed in her riding leathers and face concealing biker helmet all in the distinctive Lightspeed Express blue and red color scheme.
Most people who met Fiona were surprised to learn she spent her days transporting goods alone outside the safety of the walls. She was a fairly small woman, only standing roughly 5'1" (155 cm) and weighing about 110 lbs (50 kg), and didn't look like she was all that used to roughing it outside. With her pretty face, slim limbs, C-cup breasts, slight waist, hands free from callouses, and light complexion, most assumed she was a secretary or other form of office worker. Even the sight of her long silver hair, habitually done up in a ponytail to keep it out of the way, and crimson red eyes did little to dissuade people of that impression.
Fiona was currently weaving her way through a stretch of rolling hills, making certain to take the low road to keep from being seen, when an explosion suddenly erupted underneath her bike. The blast sent her tumbling onto the ground to roll to a halt in the grass. Her hoverbike carreend through the air from the blast before coming to a stop a couple dozen feet away from her resting against a nearby slope.
"Stop where you are and drop the goods or I'll shoot!" a robotic voice commanded.
"You're supposed to say that BEFORE you open fire," Fiona complained under her breath.
Clambering back onto her feet and looking up at the top of a nearby hill revealed why Fiona had put so much effort into staying out of sight. A metallic humanoid figure was floating there thanks to a jetpack and flight boosters coming out of its boots. In its arms was a plasma rifle trained directly at her. Not everybody Fiona met outside the walls was a law abiding citizen. People who weren't able to or simply refused to live by the rules had scattered off into the wilderness to survive as bandits preying upon travelers. This section of hills was one of only a few safe routes through the area and naturally contained an uncountable number of hiding spots, making it a popular spot for an ambush. Big caravans managed to stay safe by dint of sheer numbers, but a lone bike courier Fiona was prime pickings.
This particular bandit had attacked her wearing a stolen suit of high tech power armour. The shiny chrome paint had long since worn off to reveal the gun metal grey pockmarked by a mess of battle scars underneath. "Back away from the goods," they shouted down at her, their voice obscured by a voice changer to make them sound indistinguishably robotic.
Fiona wasn't keen on sitting around nor playing nice with someone trying to rob her. With superhuman speed, she turned to lunge at her hoverbike. The several dozen feet of distance were cleared in a single leap for Fiona to detach the cargo strapped to the back. Despite the fact that her cargo was half again her own weight and nearly as large as her torso, she lifted it over her shoulder with ease and took off sprinting.
"Stop! Stop right there!" The shout was accompanied by several more blasts of superheated plasma erupting around her. Fiona dashed around the hill for cover and kept going to put as much distance between herself and her assailant as she could manage.
Unnatural appearances like Fiona's silver hair and crimson red eyes weren't a fashion choice on Vosie 2. Advances in technology had allowed for medical procedures to grant people with sufficient compatibility superhuman strength and endurance. Government regulation was that anybody who underwent the procedure also needed to have their hair and eye colors modified into unnatural colors to signal that they had above human capabilities. Fiona's slim figure belied that she was able to lift objects up to twice her own weight and run for nearly an entire day at speeds that left Olympic sprinters in the dust.
"Did you really think you could escape like that?" the robotic voice shouted. Carrying something that big and heavy would slow down even someone as strong as Fiona. Her legs pumped as fast as they could, but she could tell from the sound of thrusters getting nearer that her opponent was gaining on her.
"Flying is unfair!" she shouted back in irritation. An answer came in the form of another shot of plasma exploding on the ground right in front of her. Fiona swerved, ducking and weaving as she went to make herself a harder target to hit.
'This isn't gonna work,' she thought to herself. Escaping on foot against someone wearing flying power armour was a tall task unto itself. Factor in that she had to carry the cargo out and escape was pretty much impossible. It was time to change tactics.
Fiona once again ran around a small hill for cover, but this time she came to a halt on the other side. The cargo was deposited on the floor while she waited for the sound of thrusters on approach. Once they sounded close by she burst into a sprint up the hill. Her timing was just right, and she reached the top of the hill at the same time as her opponent. Eyes wide with surprise could be seen through the helmet's visor as she swung her fist into the bandit's helmet.
"Ahhhh!" The bandit cried out as they tumbled backwards. Fiona's punch hadn't been strong enough to make a dent in the metal armour, but it did succeed in knocking her opponent off balance. They rolled and bounced head over heels down the hill all the way to the bottom, bouncing around erratically as they went thanks to their thrusters still firing at full power. Fiona gave chase. Not giving her assailant an opportunity to recover, she wrestled the plasma rifle out of their hands, stomped on their back to pin them to the ground, and pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of their armoured head.
"It's my win, Sienna," said Fiona.
"Damnit…"
Fiona had known who her opponent was the moment she'd laid eyes on the power armour. Sienna Harriet was a 29-year-old bandit who relied on scavenged suits of power armour and her engineering know-how to make up the difference between herself and modified humans like Fiona. She and Fiona had clashed multiple times before now. With her rough cut black hair reaching around the base of her skull and pleasing caramel skin, B-cup breasts, long legs, pleasantly filled out butt and thighs, and penchant for wearing the minimum amount of clothing she could get away with, Fiona found her pleasant on the eyes, but her personality was a deal breaker. Sienna Harriet was simply incorrigible. No matter how many times Fiona beat her up and turned her in to the authorities, Sienna would be right back to raiding travelers by the end of the week. It didn't help that she wasn't actually guilty of any crimes past attempted assault and petty thievery, at least not to any extent provable in court, so her stays in lock up never lasted more than a week at the absolute most.
"Take the suit off, Sienna. It's time for your punishment," said FIona.
"Wow, someone's feeling kinky today," joked Sienna. Fiona pointed the gun off to the side and audibly charged up a shot to get her moving. The power armour fell away under her boot, unwrapping itself from around Sienna before folding up into a metal cube small enough to fit in the palm of her hand which Fiona stuffed into her jacket pocket.
Today Sienna wore only a spaghetti strap white top and tiny blue short shorts underneath the suit leaving quite a bit of her caramel skin bare. She didn't even have any socks or shoes on to leave her wrinkly size 8s bare. Fiona's foot stayed firmly on Sienna's back as she leaned forward to dig around in the other woman's pockets. "I don't want to hear that from you," Fiona shot back, pulling out the pair of handcuffs hidden inside.
Despite the adversarial nature of their relationship, Fiona and Sienna had settled into a kind of gentlewoman's agreement over the course of their bouts. No fight was ever to the death and serious injuries were accidents they did their best to avoid. They fought until one side got a conclusive edge and the other submitted to their punishment as the loser. Fiona would turn Sienna in to the authorities and Sienna would steal all of Fiona's cargo for the trip.
"So what's it gonna be, Fi? Let's have some fun with it today! Wanna give me a good spanking for being such a naughty girl? Maybe tie me up and play with my ass and titties until you're satisfied?" Sienna asked with an impish grin.
"Of course not! I have a-..." Fiona's voice petered out before she could finish her rebuttal.
Sienna looked up at her quizzically out of the corner of her eye. "You have a what? You mean your girl? Yeah, I know, Fi. You've never had any problems mentioning you were dat… ing…." The grin faded from Sienna's face when realization struck. "Oh…"
"Shut up," said Fiona, preempting the words she knew were about to come out of Sienna's mouth.
"You broke up with Rebecca," said Sienna. It rubbed Fiona the wrong way that it was a statement, not a question. The fact that she had hit the nail on the head made it worse.
"Shut up!"
"Who called it off? You or her?"
"I told you to shut up!"
"Ah, so it was her. Sorry. That's rough, buddy."
Fiona's face went scarlet from a mixture of rage and embarrassment. Having gone through a messy break up with her girlfriend of 2 years over never being home was bad enough on its own. A whole month had already passed, but it was still a sore subject for her. Getting pitied over it by a bandit of all people was a direct kick to the wound.
"You want to have fun? Fine! Let's have some fun." Fiona took her foot off of Sienna to pull the bandit to her feet. Sienna wasn't the only one who had bondage tools on her. After their back and forth had become a recurring thing, Fiona made a point of swapping out her solo seat courier's bike for a model with a rear passenger's seat and handcuffs had obtained a permanent spot in the storage compartment. It was less to keep the bandit from escaping as much as to prevent her from getting handsy on the trip to the nearest city.
"Someone's irritable today," teased Sienna as Fiona frogmarched her over to the overturned hoverbike.
"Whose fault do you think that is?"
The hoverbike was turned upright to rest on its kickstand before Sienna was forced onto the rear seat. Fiona used a combination of the handcuffs she'd confiscated and her own to cuff the bandit's arms behind her back with the chain threaded through the passenger's handles and her ankles to the sides of the footrests, resulting in her feet dangling freely above the ground. The power armour cube was discarded on the grass a short distance away.
"Oh, I'm so excited! You've never taken me up on having your way with me before. What're we gonna do?" asked Sienna. From the look of excitement on her face, Fiona could tell that she wasn't just teasing her this time. She was honestly looking forward to getting taken advantage of. If anything, that just made Fiona more irritated.
"It's a game I used to play with Rebecca when we wanted to get… intimate."
Something that bothered Fiona about her battles with Sienna was that she really didn't get anything out of it. Sienna Harriet was too minor a criminal to have a bounty on her head. Turning the bandit into the authorities didn't earn her much more than a "good job" before getting ushered out of the room. If she lost though, that meant getting yelled at by her boss for losing a shipment and sometimes even having the cost of the goods deducted out of her paycheck. She felt she was reasonably due some payback for all the grief the bound woman in front of her had caused over the years. Her fingers reached forward to dig into Sienna's sides right above her hips.
"Gah!" Sienna jumped in her seat with a yelp. Fiona didn't let up. She continued to squeeze slowly, methodically, again and again. Each time her fingers sunk in earned her more squirming and the occasional yelp or groan.
"Stop! What the hell sohort of game is thihis? Stohop it hehehehehe!" Sienna complained.
"It was my and Rebecca's favorite one. The game is to keep tickling until the other girl is putty in your hands," said Fiona.
There was an additional reason why her breakup with Rebecca stung so much. Rebecca was the only other lesbian with a tickling fetish she knew, and for Fiona tickling and getting tickled in return was a necessary part of physical intimacy. It wasn't like she was against a quick toss in bed, but tickling not being involved at all left her feeling like something was missing. Going from a close relationship with her girlfriend that had plenty of tickles to go around to being forced to go cold turkey for a whole month had left her very, very sexually frustrated.
Normally she would refrain from laying hands on anyone other than her girlfriend, but she was single now and Sienna had put her in a bad mood. A little tickly punishment was in order.
Her slim fingers began slowly working their way up Sienna's helpless sides one finger's width at a time. Sienna's thin spaghetti strap top was completely worthless at protecting her sides from the attack. A clinking sound filled the air as she tried futilely to escape by twisting her body side to side and leaning forward only to be stymied by the handcuffs remaining securely attached to the passenger's handles. The sound of giggles and spluttering followed soon after. Fiona had found a nice spot right below the middle of her sides and stopped to give the sensitive skin a light massage with the tips of her fingers, eliciting ticklish little surges that broke through Sienna's ability to hold back her laughter.
"Gihiahaha! You pehervert. You're a pahair of perveherts! EEK! STOHOP ihit! That tihickles soho BAHAHDHAHAHAHAHA!" Sienna cried in between her giggles. Her eyes went wide and she let out a shriek of laughter soon after. Fiona had responded to her insult by digging into the sensitive spot harder as punishment. Slim fingers continued to pry and massage the spot for another 20 or so seconds before going back to lighter tickles.
"You're suhach a bihitch hehehehe! Oho GOHOD! NOOHOHO!" Her fingers had started to reach around to explore Sienna's flat tummy only for the bound bandit to start complaining again. Fiona immediately went back to her sides to kick the intensity up a notch.
The process repeated itself several times over the next 5 minutes. Whenever Sienna complained about anything or insulted her, Fiona made a point of punishing her for it by digging into a bad spot she'd found. The sensitive spot on her sides was a frequent go-to while she poked around for other deliciously sensitive areas. A complaint that Fiona's hands had slipped under her shirt earned a finger creeping into her bellybutton to scratch the tip of her nail at the sensitive skin at the bottom, drawing out deep belly laughs and adorable abdominal thrusting. She backed off when Sienna panicked over her nails getting a little too close to the edge of her shorts, but punished her for it anyway by giving her hips a good jostle that left the bandit squealing.
"I'mhehe sohohorry! I'm sohorryheheehhe! Yohou wihin! No moHORHEHEHAHAHAHA!" By the end of it Sienna had figured out the point of Fiona's cruel game. She was left begging and apologizing simply in the hopes that it would keep her tormentor from tickling her harder again.
"Do you understand who's in control here now?"
"You! You areheheahaha! Pleahahase! DohON'T TIHickle mehe anymoHOREHEHAHAHAHA!"
A sadistic smirk had spread across Fiona's face. This is what she loved about being on the tickler's side: The feeling of domination that came from getting her 'lee under control. She'd barely needed to speak to get Sienna under her thumb. The tickles had done all the talking for her. All it took was digging in her fingers ever so slightly harder to let Sienna know she was displeased to teach the bandit the price of getting cheeky with her.
With that said, she was surprised how weak Sienna was to tickling. She'd expected her to put up more of a fight than this, not fall to pieces before she could get past some light teasing. Maybe she needed to dial it back a little. Fiona eased up to lazily draw circles all over Sienna's sides and stomach with the tips of her nails. It was just enough to keep her giggling and spluttering, but not to the extent she was struggling to escape anymore past feeble twitching from the stimulation.
"Cahan you stohop now? Please? I'm sohorry for tryheheing to rohob you," Sienna begged.
"No. I'm still mad at you. The tickles stop when I say they do."
Going easier on her didn't mean Sienna was completely off the hook yet. Fiona stepped around to get on her knees by the side of the bike. This was the exact reason why she'd restrained Sienna's feet to the sides of the footrest. Seeing the caramel size 8s already wiggling to escape and the look of panic on their owner's face stirred the sadist in her again.
"Hold on! My feet are off limits. Back off! Shoo!" said Sienna.
"That just makes me want to tickle them more!" One of Fiona's hands gently took hold of the struggling foot. With the difference in strength between them, it didn't take much for her to hold it still. The other hand came into play to reach underneath and oh so gently scrape her nails across the width of the arch.
Seeing Sienna's leg spasm and hearing a sharp intake of breath from that light touch let Fiona know just how ticklish the foot she had a hold of really was. Flexing her fingers a little while roaming her hand everywhere earned her more gasps and the leg attempting to jerk away with increasing force. Sienna's foot proved to be a goldmine of sensitive spots. The length of the inside of her arch, the space in between the balls of her feet, and the base of her heel were all so sensitive that a single nail making contact with any of those spots made Sienna break out tittering.
Complicated emotions were raging inside Fiona. On one hand, Sienna was pretty much her dream partner for a tickling session. Super sensitive everywhere she touched, caved to do whatever she wanted once the tickling started, and a pretty girl to boot. Fiona wanted to scrabble her nails all over Sienna's body and see just what sort of reactions she could get out of pushing her to her furthest limits.
On the other hand, she wasn't out to traumatize Sienna. This was to get back at the bandit for constantly harassing her on delivery runs and blow off steam with some tickly fun all in one stroke. Even with her sadistic tickling fetish, the idea of pushing another woman to the point of the session becoming legitimate torture made her feel icky.
"Stohohop! Cuhut ihiHIT OUTHEHAHAHAH!" PleaHAHASE! NO MOHOREHEHEHAHAHAHA!" The end result of Fiona's internal debate was that she ended up tickling harder than she meant to. Each of her nails scraped against the sensitive spot in between the balls of Sienna's foot, converting her giggling into shrieks of laughter and increasingly desperate attempts to yank her leg away. Fiona was enjoying herself so much she temporarily forgot her victim was restrained to a hoverbike currently held up only by its kickstand, which just so happened to be on the same side as the foot she was having so much fun going to town on. She didn't realize Sienna jerking her leg against its bondage and thrashing her upper body too hard could cause the bike to tip over until it was already mid-fall.
"Woah!" she shouted in surprise. Arms wrapped around the side of the hoverbike to steady it after it'd tipped over at nearly a 45 degree angle. Sienna was left clamping her thighs around the bike in a last ditch effort to hang on while Fiona leveraged her modified strength to right it. "Sienna, are you okay?" she asked.
"No. I'm tied up and some evil bitch keeps tickling me no matter how much I beg her not to."
"Ahahaha…" The interruption caused Fiona to come back down to earth from her tickling high and now Sienna's grumpy glare was making her uncomfortable. All she could think to do was laugh awkwardly in response. "Not a fan of being tickled?" she asked.
"I hate it! It feels weird and I can't stand how helpless it makes me feel. You and Rebecca are real perverts for getting off on this."
Fiona sat down on the hoverbike's driver's seat backwards to face Sienna. She was relieved that, contrary to the harshness of her words, Sienna didn't actually seem all that upset with her. The last time she'd made the bandit truly angry had involved a lot more explosions and screaming in rage. If all she was getting now was annoyed complaints then she was probably fine.
"I guess we are," she said non-commitally, scrambling to put an explanation into words. "It's kind of a BDSM masochist thing, I guess? I'm super super ticklish all over my body too. Rebecca digging her claws into my armpits always got me begging her to stop like my life depended on it, but at the same time it was really sexy how she loved to tie me to the bed and bully me with tickling. Like, no matter how badly it tickled it was worth it cause it let me feel how badly she wanted me physically. Ahahaha…" Fiona scratched her cheek and let out another awkward laugh. She hadn't meant to spill her guts like this. Talking about how her relationship with Rebecca had played out always got her rambling these days. "Yeah, we were a real pair of weirdos, huh…"
"Yeah. You were." For some reason Sienna was blushing and had turned her head fully to the side to avoid looking her in the eye. Fiona wrote it off as a natural reaction to another woman sharing too much information about her fetishistic sex life with an ex.
"So, ready for another go? I don't think I've had my fill of hearing you laugh yet," said Fiona, wiggling her fingers threateningly. It was more to get off the topic of Rebecca than seriously asking and she was caught off guard when Sienna nodded her head in response.
"Do your worst."
Fiona wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She stood up out of her seat to stroke her fingers against Sienna's sides near the bottom of her rib cage. Sienna flinched and shivered at the touch, but didn't complain this time. A gasp escaped from between her lips after Fiona's fingers made their way up to prod her lowest rib before continuing up to rub, poke, and stroke each individual bone and the space in between.
"Is that a smile I see?" Fiona teased.
"Screw you." Sienna's mouth was twitching into a grin in defiance of her best efforts to keep her expression stony.
Like before, Fiona didn't let the backtalk slide. Her fingers dug in a little at the tender flesh in between several of the ribs at once and was gratified to watch Sienna flinch in response."Ah, ah, ah! Naughty girls who talk back get punished with tickles," she cautioned.
"Will you stop if I'm good?"
"Nope! Good girls get rewarded with harder tickles!"
"I hate yohou so muhuch."
Bantering with Sienna wasn't just for the fun of the back and forth. From personal experience, Fiona had always struggled with keeping her giggling in check while trying to talk. Annoying Sienna into responding verbally was to break her composure faster, and she knew once the floodgates of laughter were forced open there was no closing them again until the tickling stopped.
The journey up Sienna's ribs continued. By the time Fiona was halfway up the rib cage Sienna was twisting her body to avoid the questing fingers along with letting out a steady stream of giggles and gasps. Her sadistic urge to dig in harder was welling up again, but this time around Sienna didn't seem nearly as upset over getting tickled. Fiona let herself have this one. All 10 nails began scratching away at her ribs at once through the thin fabric of her spaghetti top.
"EhehehAHAHA! Thahat's TOOHO MUHuchchAHAHAHA! StohoohOP YIHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sienna let out a squeal of laughter, her body spasming under the sudden surge of ticklish sensations. The nails spent roughly 10 seconds on a section before moving a single rib up to scrape away.
"Bear with it. I'm gonna make my way up to your pits then we'll call it a day, okay?"
"Oh GOHOD! It TIHIckles so BAHAHAD HEHAHAHA!" A banging sound intermingled with Sienna's laughter from her hand repeatedly slapping at the passenger's handle while the other gripped it hard enough to turn her knuckles white.
Fiona savored how spun up Sienna was becoming as her fingers crept closer to her pits. When she'd reached the final rib, she suddenly brought her hands down to goose the bad spot on her sides again.
"YOUHU LYING bihiTCH EHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!" Sienna shrieked, half in ticklish laughter and half in outrage at the trick.
"No I'm not. I said I was gonna make my way up to your pitties by the end, not that I'd hit them next," said Fiona with a sadistic grin. Lobster claws pried at the bad spot over and over to elicit out more shrieks of laughter. Sienna's attempts to twist her body away were hopeless. No matter how she twisted and struggled, Fiona's fingers kept a firm grip on her sides to continue their relentless assault.
"Let's get back on track," said Fiona. Her fingers began making their way up Sienna's rib cage one rib at a time again. Seeing Sienna's eyes bug out over the realization that she intended to start over again from the beginning got her giggling along in amusement.
"I hahate you! I HAHAte youHEHAHAH! I hatehe yohou soHO MUCHAHAHEHhehehe!" Once again, Fiona torturously teased her way to the top rib before bringing her hands back down to skitter her nails all over Sienna's flat tummy. Her nails continued to scrabble and poke at random spots to draw out more belly laughs and struggling for a minute more.
As much fun as Fiona was having toying with her victim's emotions, it was becoming obvious to her that Sienna was fast approaching the limits of her endurance. Her laughter was growing increasingly frantic and her struggling was beginning to more resemble wild thrashing than shying away from the tickling fingers. She was starting to feel a little bad about pushing Sienna this hard, especially when the bandit was being a good sport about it. Her hands started the process of tickling their way up the ribs again, but this time when she was about a quarter of the way up she suddenly darted them upwards. Slim fingers slipped into the space between Sienna's arms and started wiggling at maximum speed.
"Weren't expecting that, were you?" she taunted. Sienna clamped her arms down as hard as she could in response, but it was too little too late. Fiona's fingers had already wormed their way into the depths of her pits to wiggle away. "It's too late. Your pitties are mine!" Sienna's resulting screams of laughter echoed throughout the nearby hills while she thrashed to escape with everything she had.
This was bliss for Fiona matched only by when another woman did it to her. Watching Sienna struggle under her hands, listening to her scream with laughter, and feeling how her victim's arms tugged at their bondage in an expression of how the ticklish sensations were getting to them, it all came together in a rush of power and arousal where she was never entirely certain where one ended and the other began.
As much as Fiona wanted to continue extracting every last laugh out of these sensitive underarms, her hands pulled away a minute later. Sienna collapsed into a wheezing mess in her seat the moment the tickling stopped. Fiona took the opportunity to dig around in her storage compartment and Sienna's pockets for the handcuff keys, which had actually slipped out to fall onto the grass below them as a result of her struggling. Sienna's power armour cube was retrieved and held out for her to take.
"Not gonna take me in this time?" Sienna asked after she'd recovered enough to talk.
"I'll pass. I think you've had enough punishment for today."
"Gotcha." Sienna took the cube out of Fiona's hands before suddenly lunging forward to shove her right in the chest. Fiona was caught off guard to be sent sprawling on her butt in the grass. She looked up in confusion to see that Sienna had already equipped her power armour and taken off flying up the nearest hill. Sienna stopped at the top to turn and look down at her. "PERVERT! I HATE you! You deserve to be on a sex offender registry! GO DIE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her fists shaking in front of her in an oddly adorable display of anger. Then she was gone.
Fiona got to her feet with a grin. Fond memories were surfacing of how she and Rebecca had both reacted in a pretty similar way after getting tickled to their limits for the first time. 'Funny. It doesn't hurt so much to think about it now,' she mused to herself, realizing that there wasn't an associated pang of loneliness from remembering her ex this time around. Her cargo and the plasma rifle were retrieved from the grass. Now that the fun and games were over it was time to get back to work. She had a delivery to make.
Plus, her panties were positively soaked. Sienna hadn't been the only one getting spun up from all the tickling. To look on the bright side, there were at least 50 miles of uninhabited wilderness between her and her destination left. There would undoubtedly be plenty of opportunities for privacy coming up soon.
Vosie 2 was a relatively newly colonized planet in a solar system thousands of lightyears away from Old Terra. From what Fiona had learned in school, humanity had only settled there a little less than two hundred years ago. In between the sprawling metropolises where the overwhelming majority of people lived were sections of untamed wilderness stretching on for up to hundreds of miles at times.
At 27-years-old, Fiona Kaminski worked as a courier for Lightspeed Express transporting goods for clients living in remote areas not directly connected to a lightrail train station, such as survey outposts and research stations. For anybody who needed to venture past the walls of Mistvale City, it wasn't too unusual to catch sight of her whizzing past on her silver all terrain hoverbike that floated roughly a foot off the ground, dressed in her riding leathers and face concealing biker helmet all in the distinctive Lightspeed Express blue and red color scheme.
Most people who met Fiona were surprised to learn she spent her days transporting goods alone outside the safety of the walls. She was a fairly small woman, only standing roughly 5'1" (155 cm) and weighing about 110 lbs (50 kg), and didn't look like she was all that used to roughing it outside. With her pretty face, slim limbs, C-cup breasts, slight waist, hands free from callouses, and light complexion, most assumed she was a secretary or other form of office worker. Even the sight of her long silver hair, habitually done up in a ponytail to keep it out of the way, and crimson red eyes did little to dissuade people of that impression.
Fiona was currently weaving her way through a stretch of rolling hills, making certain to take the low road to keep from being seen, when an explosion suddenly erupted underneath her bike. The blast sent her tumbling onto the ground to roll to a halt in the grass. Her hoverbike carreend through the air from the blast before coming to a stop a couple dozen feet away from her resting against a nearby slope.
"Stop where you are and drop the goods or I'll shoot!" a robotic voice commanded.
"You're supposed to say that BEFORE you open fire," Fiona complained under her breath.
Clambering back onto her feet and looking up at the top of a nearby hill revealed why Fiona had put so much effort into staying out of sight. A metallic humanoid figure was floating there thanks to a jetpack and flight boosters coming out of its boots. In its arms was a plasma rifle trained directly at her. Not everybody Fiona met outside the walls was a law abiding citizen. People who weren't able to or simply refused to live by the rules had scattered off into the wilderness to survive as bandits preying upon travelers. This section of hills was one of only a few safe routes through the area and naturally contained an uncountable number of hiding spots, making it a popular spot for an ambush. Big caravans managed to stay safe by dint of sheer numbers, but a lone bike courier Fiona was prime pickings.
This particular bandit had attacked her wearing a stolen suit of high tech power armour. The shiny chrome paint had long since worn off to reveal the gun metal grey pockmarked by a mess of battle scars underneath. "Back away from the goods," they shouted down at her, their voice obscured by a voice changer to make them sound indistinguishably robotic.
Fiona wasn't keen on sitting around nor playing nice with someone trying to rob her. With superhuman speed, she turned to lunge at her hoverbike. The several dozen feet of distance were cleared in a single leap for Fiona to detach the cargo strapped to the back. Despite the fact that her cargo was half again her own weight and nearly as large as her torso, she lifted it over her shoulder with ease and took off sprinting.
"Stop! Stop right there!" The shout was accompanied by several more blasts of superheated plasma erupting around her. Fiona dashed around the hill for cover and kept going to put as much distance between herself and her assailant as she could manage.
Unnatural appearances like Fiona's silver hair and crimson red eyes weren't a fashion choice on Vosie 2. Advances in technology had allowed for medical procedures to grant people with sufficient compatibility superhuman strength and endurance. Government regulation was that anybody who underwent the procedure also needed to have their hair and eye colors modified into unnatural colors to signal that they had above human capabilities. Fiona's slim figure belied that she was able to lift objects up to twice her own weight and run for nearly an entire day at speeds that left Olympic sprinters in the dust.
"Did you really think you could escape like that?" the robotic voice shouted. Carrying something that big and heavy would slow down even someone as strong as Fiona. Her legs pumped as fast as they could, but she could tell from the sound of thrusters getting nearer that her opponent was gaining on her.
"Flying is unfair!" she shouted back in irritation. An answer came in the form of another shot of plasma exploding on the ground right in front of her. Fiona swerved, ducking and weaving as she went to make herself a harder target to hit.
'This isn't gonna work,' she thought to herself. Escaping on foot against someone wearing flying power armour was a tall task unto itself. Factor in that she had to carry the cargo out and escape was pretty much impossible. It was time to change tactics.
Fiona once again ran around a small hill for cover, but this time she came to a halt on the other side. The cargo was deposited on the floor while she waited for the sound of thrusters on approach. Once they sounded close by she burst into a sprint up the hill. Her timing was just right, and she reached the top of the hill at the same time as her opponent. Eyes wide with surprise could be seen through the helmet's visor as she swung her fist into the bandit's helmet.
"Ahhhh!" The bandit cried out as they tumbled backwards. Fiona's punch hadn't been strong enough to make a dent in the metal armour, but it did succeed in knocking her opponent off balance. They rolled and bounced head over heels down the hill all the way to the bottom, bouncing around erratically as they went thanks to their thrusters still firing at full power. Fiona gave chase. Not giving her assailant an opportunity to recover, she wrestled the plasma rifle out of their hands, stomped on their back to pin them to the ground, and pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of their armoured head.
"It's my win, Sienna," said Fiona.
"Damnit…"
Fiona had known who her opponent was the moment she'd laid eyes on the power armour. Sienna Harriet was a 29-year-old bandit who relied on scavenged suits of power armour and her engineering know-how to make up the difference between herself and modified humans like Fiona. She and Fiona had clashed multiple times before now. With her rough cut black hair reaching around the base of her skull and pleasing caramel skin, B-cup breasts, long legs, pleasantly filled out butt and thighs, and penchant for wearing the minimum amount of clothing she could get away with, Fiona found her pleasant on the eyes, but her personality was a deal breaker. Sienna Harriet was simply incorrigible. No matter how many times Fiona beat her up and turned her in to the authorities, Sienna would be right back to raiding travelers by the end of the week. It didn't help that she wasn't actually guilty of any crimes past attempted assault and petty thievery, at least not to any extent provable in court, so her stays in lock up never lasted more than a week at the absolute most.
"Take the suit off, Sienna. It's time for your punishment," said FIona.
"Wow, someone's feeling kinky today," joked Sienna. Fiona pointed the gun off to the side and audibly charged up a shot to get her moving. The power armour fell away under her boot, unwrapping itself from around Sienna before folding up into a metal cube small enough to fit in the palm of her hand which Fiona stuffed into her jacket pocket.
Today Sienna wore only a spaghetti strap white top and tiny blue short shorts underneath the suit leaving quite a bit of her caramel skin bare. She didn't even have any socks or shoes on to leave her wrinkly size 8s bare. Fiona's foot stayed firmly on Sienna's back as she leaned forward to dig around in the other woman's pockets. "I don't want to hear that from you," Fiona shot back, pulling out the pair of handcuffs hidden inside.
Despite the adversarial nature of their relationship, Fiona and Sienna had settled into a kind of gentlewoman's agreement over the course of their bouts. No fight was ever to the death and serious injuries were accidents they did their best to avoid. They fought until one side got a conclusive edge and the other submitted to their punishment as the loser. Fiona would turn Sienna in to the authorities and Sienna would steal all of Fiona's cargo for the trip.
"So what's it gonna be, Fi? Let's have some fun with it today! Wanna give me a good spanking for being such a naughty girl? Maybe tie me up and play with my ass and titties until you're satisfied?" Sienna asked with an impish grin.
"Of course not! I have a-..." Fiona's voice petered out before she could finish her rebuttal.
Sienna looked up at her quizzically out of the corner of her eye. "You have a what? You mean your girl? Yeah, I know, Fi. You've never had any problems mentioning you were dat… ing…." The grin faded from Sienna's face when realization struck. "Oh…"
"Shut up," said Fiona, preempting the words she knew were about to come out of Sienna's mouth.
"You broke up with Rebecca," said Sienna. It rubbed Fiona the wrong way that it was a statement, not a question. The fact that she had hit the nail on the head made it worse.
"Shut up!"
"Who called it off? You or her?"
"I told you to shut up!"
"Ah, so it was her. Sorry. That's rough, buddy."
Fiona's face went scarlet from a mixture of rage and embarrassment. Having gone through a messy break up with her girlfriend of 2 years over never being home was bad enough on its own. A whole month had already passed, but it was still a sore subject for her. Getting pitied over it by a bandit of all people was a direct kick to the wound.
"You want to have fun? Fine! Let's have some fun." Fiona took her foot off of Sienna to pull the bandit to her feet. Sienna wasn't the only one who had bondage tools on her. After their back and forth had become a recurring thing, Fiona made a point of swapping out her solo seat courier's bike for a model with a rear passenger's seat and handcuffs had obtained a permanent spot in the storage compartment. It was less to keep the bandit from escaping as much as to prevent her from getting handsy on the trip to the nearest city.
"Someone's irritable today," teased Sienna as Fiona frogmarched her over to the overturned hoverbike.
"Whose fault do you think that is?"
The hoverbike was turned upright to rest on its kickstand before Sienna was forced onto the rear seat. Fiona used a combination of the handcuffs she'd confiscated and her own to cuff the bandit's arms behind her back with the chain threaded through the passenger's handles and her ankles to the sides of the footrests, resulting in her feet dangling freely above the ground. The power armour cube was discarded on the grass a short distance away.
"Oh, I'm so excited! You've never taken me up on having your way with me before. What're we gonna do?" asked Sienna. From the look of excitement on her face, Fiona could tell that she wasn't just teasing her this time. She was honestly looking forward to getting taken advantage of. If anything, that just made Fiona more irritated.
"It's a game I used to play with Rebecca when we wanted to get… intimate."
Something that bothered Fiona about her battles with Sienna was that she really didn't get anything out of it. Sienna Harriet was too minor a criminal to have a bounty on her head. Turning the bandit into the authorities didn't earn her much more than a "good job" before getting ushered out of the room. If she lost though, that meant getting yelled at by her boss for losing a shipment and sometimes even having the cost of the goods deducted out of her paycheck. She felt she was reasonably due some payback for all the grief the bound woman in front of her had caused over the years. Her fingers reached forward to dig into Sienna's sides right above her hips.
"Gah!" Sienna jumped in her seat with a yelp. Fiona didn't let up. She continued to squeeze slowly, methodically, again and again. Each time her fingers sunk in earned her more squirming and the occasional yelp or groan.
"Stop! What the hell sohort of game is thihis? Stohop it hehehehehe!" Sienna complained.
"It was my and Rebecca's favorite one. The game is to keep tickling until the other girl is putty in your hands," said Fiona.
There was an additional reason why her breakup with Rebecca stung so much. Rebecca was the only other lesbian with a tickling fetish she knew, and for Fiona tickling and getting tickled in return was a necessary part of physical intimacy. It wasn't like she was against a quick toss in bed, but tickling not being involved at all left her feeling like something was missing. Going from a close relationship with her girlfriend that had plenty of tickles to go around to being forced to go cold turkey for a whole month had left her very, very sexually frustrated.
Normally she would refrain from laying hands on anyone other than her girlfriend, but she was single now and Sienna had put her in a bad mood. A little tickly punishment was in order.
Her slim fingers began slowly working their way up Sienna's helpless sides one finger's width at a time. Sienna's thin spaghetti strap top was completely worthless at protecting her sides from the attack. A clinking sound filled the air as she tried futilely to escape by twisting her body side to side and leaning forward only to be stymied by the handcuffs remaining securely attached to the passenger's handles. The sound of giggles and spluttering followed soon after. Fiona had found a nice spot right below the middle of her sides and stopped to give the sensitive skin a light massage with the tips of her fingers, eliciting ticklish little surges that broke through Sienna's ability to hold back her laughter.
"Gihiahaha! You pehervert. You're a pahair of perveherts! EEK! STOHOP ihit! That tihickles soho BAHAHDHAHAHAHAHA!" Sienna cried in between her giggles. Her eyes went wide and she let out a shriek of laughter soon after. Fiona had responded to her insult by digging into the sensitive spot harder as punishment. Slim fingers continued to pry and massage the spot for another 20 or so seconds before going back to lighter tickles.
"You're suhach a bihitch hehehehe! Oho GOHOD! NOOHOHO!" Her fingers had started to reach around to explore Sienna's flat tummy only for the bound bandit to start complaining again. Fiona immediately went back to her sides to kick the intensity up a notch.
The process repeated itself several times over the next 5 minutes. Whenever Sienna complained about anything or insulted her, Fiona made a point of punishing her for it by digging into a bad spot she'd found. The sensitive spot on her sides was a frequent go-to while she poked around for other deliciously sensitive areas. A complaint that Fiona's hands had slipped under her shirt earned a finger creeping into her bellybutton to scratch the tip of her nail at the sensitive skin at the bottom, drawing out deep belly laughs and adorable abdominal thrusting. She backed off when Sienna panicked over her nails getting a little too close to the edge of her shorts, but punished her for it anyway by giving her hips a good jostle that left the bandit squealing.
"I'mhehe sohohorry! I'm sohorryheheehhe! Yohou wihin! No moHORHEHEHAHAHAHA!" By the end of it Sienna had figured out the point of Fiona's cruel game. She was left begging and apologizing simply in the hopes that it would keep her tormentor from tickling her harder again.
"Do you understand who's in control here now?"
"You! You areheheahaha! Pleahahase! DohON'T TIHickle mehe anymoHOREHEHAHAHAHA!"
A sadistic smirk had spread across Fiona's face. This is what she loved about being on the tickler's side: The feeling of domination that came from getting her 'lee under control. She'd barely needed to speak to get Sienna under her thumb. The tickles had done all the talking for her. All it took was digging in her fingers ever so slightly harder to let Sienna know she was displeased to teach the bandit the price of getting cheeky with her.
With that said, she was surprised how weak Sienna was to tickling. She'd expected her to put up more of a fight than this, not fall to pieces before she could get past some light teasing. Maybe she needed to dial it back a little. Fiona eased up to lazily draw circles all over Sienna's sides and stomach with the tips of her nails. It was just enough to keep her giggling and spluttering, but not to the extent she was struggling to escape anymore past feeble twitching from the stimulation.
"Cahan you stohop now? Please? I'm sohorry for tryheheing to rohob you," Sienna begged.
"No. I'm still mad at you. The tickles stop when I say they do."
Going easier on her didn't mean Sienna was completely off the hook yet. Fiona stepped around to get on her knees by the side of the bike. This was the exact reason why she'd restrained Sienna's feet to the sides of the footrest. Seeing the caramel size 8s already wiggling to escape and the look of panic on their owner's face stirred the sadist in her again.
"Hold on! My feet are off limits. Back off! Shoo!" said Sienna.
"That just makes me want to tickle them more!" One of Fiona's hands gently took hold of the struggling foot. With the difference in strength between them, it didn't take much for her to hold it still. The other hand came into play to reach underneath and oh so gently scrape her nails across the width of the arch.
Seeing Sienna's leg spasm and hearing a sharp intake of breath from that light touch let Fiona know just how ticklish the foot she had a hold of really was. Flexing her fingers a little while roaming her hand everywhere earned her more gasps and the leg attempting to jerk away with increasing force. Sienna's foot proved to be a goldmine of sensitive spots. The length of the inside of her arch, the space in between the balls of her feet, and the base of her heel were all so sensitive that a single nail making contact with any of those spots made Sienna break out tittering.
Complicated emotions were raging inside Fiona. On one hand, Sienna was pretty much her dream partner for a tickling session. Super sensitive everywhere she touched, caved to do whatever she wanted once the tickling started, and a pretty girl to boot. Fiona wanted to scrabble her nails all over Sienna's body and see just what sort of reactions she could get out of pushing her to her furthest limits.
On the other hand, she wasn't out to traumatize Sienna. This was to get back at the bandit for constantly harassing her on delivery runs and blow off steam with some tickly fun all in one stroke. Even with her sadistic tickling fetish, the idea of pushing another woman to the point of the session becoming legitimate torture made her feel icky.
"Stohohop! Cuhut ihiHIT OUTHEHAHAHAH!" PleaHAHASE! NO MOHOREHEHEHAHAHAHA!" The end result of Fiona's internal debate was that she ended up tickling harder than she meant to. Each of her nails scraped against the sensitive spot in between the balls of Sienna's foot, converting her giggling into shrieks of laughter and increasingly desperate attempts to yank her leg away. Fiona was enjoying herself so much she temporarily forgot her victim was restrained to a hoverbike currently held up only by its kickstand, which just so happened to be on the same side as the foot she was having so much fun going to town on. She didn't realize Sienna jerking her leg against its bondage and thrashing her upper body too hard could cause the bike to tip over until it was already mid-fall.
"Woah!" she shouted in surprise. Arms wrapped around the side of the hoverbike to steady it after it'd tipped over at nearly a 45 degree angle. Sienna was left clamping her thighs around the bike in a last ditch effort to hang on while Fiona leveraged her modified strength to right it. "Sienna, are you okay?" she asked.
"No. I'm tied up and some evil bitch keeps tickling me no matter how much I beg her not to."
"Ahahaha…" The interruption caused Fiona to come back down to earth from her tickling high and now Sienna's grumpy glare was making her uncomfortable. All she could think to do was laugh awkwardly in response. "Not a fan of being tickled?" she asked.
"I hate it! It feels weird and I can't stand how helpless it makes me feel. You and Rebecca are real perverts for getting off on this."
Fiona sat down on the hoverbike's driver's seat backwards to face Sienna. She was relieved that, contrary to the harshness of her words, Sienna didn't actually seem all that upset with her. The last time she'd made the bandit truly angry had involved a lot more explosions and screaming in rage. If all she was getting now was annoyed complaints then she was probably fine.
"I guess we are," she said non-commitally, scrambling to put an explanation into words. "It's kind of a BDSM masochist thing, I guess? I'm super super ticklish all over my body too. Rebecca digging her claws into my armpits always got me begging her to stop like my life depended on it, but at the same time it was really sexy how she loved to tie me to the bed and bully me with tickling. Like, no matter how badly it tickled it was worth it cause it let me feel how badly she wanted me physically. Ahahaha…" Fiona scratched her cheek and let out another awkward laugh. She hadn't meant to spill her guts like this. Talking about how her relationship with Rebecca had played out always got her rambling these days. "Yeah, we were a real pair of weirdos, huh…"
"Yeah. You were." For some reason Sienna was blushing and had turned her head fully to the side to avoid looking her in the eye. Fiona wrote it off as a natural reaction to another woman sharing too much information about her fetishistic sex life with an ex.
"So, ready for another go? I don't think I've had my fill of hearing you laugh yet," said Fiona, wiggling her fingers threateningly. It was more to get off the topic of Rebecca than seriously asking and she was caught off guard when Sienna nodded her head in response.
"Do your worst."
Fiona wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She stood up out of her seat to stroke her fingers against Sienna's sides near the bottom of her rib cage. Sienna flinched and shivered at the touch, but didn't complain this time. A gasp escaped from between her lips after Fiona's fingers made their way up to prod her lowest rib before continuing up to rub, poke, and stroke each individual bone and the space in between.
"Is that a smile I see?" Fiona teased.
"Screw you." Sienna's mouth was twitching into a grin in defiance of her best efforts to keep her expression stony.
Like before, Fiona didn't let the backtalk slide. Her fingers dug in a little at the tender flesh in between several of the ribs at once and was gratified to watch Sienna flinch in response."Ah, ah, ah! Naughty girls who talk back get punished with tickles," she cautioned.
"Will you stop if I'm good?"
"Nope! Good girls get rewarded with harder tickles!"
"I hate yohou so muhuch."
Bantering with Sienna wasn't just for the fun of the back and forth. From personal experience, Fiona had always struggled with keeping her giggling in check while trying to talk. Annoying Sienna into responding verbally was to break her composure faster, and she knew once the floodgates of laughter were forced open there was no closing them again until the tickling stopped.
The journey up Sienna's ribs continued. By the time Fiona was halfway up the rib cage Sienna was twisting her body to avoid the questing fingers along with letting out a steady stream of giggles and gasps. Her sadistic urge to dig in harder was welling up again, but this time around Sienna didn't seem nearly as upset over getting tickled. Fiona let herself have this one. All 10 nails began scratching away at her ribs at once through the thin fabric of her spaghetti top.
"EhehehAHAHA! Thahat's TOOHO MUHuchchAHAHAHA! StohoohOP YIHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sienna let out a squeal of laughter, her body spasming under the sudden surge of ticklish sensations. The nails spent roughly 10 seconds on a section before moving a single rib up to scrape away.
"Bear with it. I'm gonna make my way up to your pits then we'll call it a day, okay?"
"Oh GOHOD! It TIHIckles so BAHAHAD HEHAHAHA!" A banging sound intermingled with Sienna's laughter from her hand repeatedly slapping at the passenger's handle while the other gripped it hard enough to turn her knuckles white.
Fiona savored how spun up Sienna was becoming as her fingers crept closer to her pits. When she'd reached the final rib, she suddenly brought her hands down to goose the bad spot on her sides again.
"YOUHU LYING bihiTCH EHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!" Sienna shrieked, half in ticklish laughter and half in outrage at the trick.
"No I'm not. I said I was gonna make my way up to your pitties by the end, not that I'd hit them next," said Fiona with a sadistic grin. Lobster claws pried at the bad spot over and over to elicit out more shrieks of laughter. Sienna's attempts to twist her body away were hopeless. No matter how she twisted and struggled, Fiona's fingers kept a firm grip on her sides to continue their relentless assault.
"Let's get back on track," said Fiona. Her fingers began making their way up Sienna's rib cage one rib at a time again. Seeing Sienna's eyes bug out over the realization that she intended to start over again from the beginning got her giggling along in amusement.
"I hahate you! I HAHAte youHEHAHAH! I hatehe yohou soHO MUCHAHAHEHhehehe!" Once again, Fiona torturously teased her way to the top rib before bringing her hands back down to skitter her nails all over Sienna's flat tummy. Her nails continued to scrabble and poke at random spots to draw out more belly laughs and struggling for a minute more.
As much fun as Fiona was having toying with her victim's emotions, it was becoming obvious to her that Sienna was fast approaching the limits of her endurance. Her laughter was growing increasingly frantic and her struggling was beginning to more resemble wild thrashing than shying away from the tickling fingers. She was starting to feel a little bad about pushing Sienna this hard, especially when the bandit was being a good sport about it. Her hands started the process of tickling their way up the ribs again, but this time when she was about a quarter of the way up she suddenly darted them upwards. Slim fingers slipped into the space between Sienna's arms and started wiggling at maximum speed.
"Weren't expecting that, were you?" she taunted. Sienna clamped her arms down as hard as she could in response, but it was too little too late. Fiona's fingers had already wormed their way into the depths of her pits to wiggle away. "It's too late. Your pitties are mine!" Sienna's resulting screams of laughter echoed throughout the nearby hills while she thrashed to escape with everything she had.
This was bliss for Fiona matched only by when another woman did it to her. Watching Sienna struggle under her hands, listening to her scream with laughter, and feeling how her victim's arms tugged at their bondage in an expression of how the ticklish sensations were getting to them, it all came together in a rush of power and arousal where she was never entirely certain where one ended and the other began.
As much as Fiona wanted to continue extracting every last laugh out of these sensitive underarms, her hands pulled away a minute later. Sienna collapsed into a wheezing mess in her seat the moment the tickling stopped. Fiona took the opportunity to dig around in her storage compartment and Sienna's pockets for the handcuff keys, which had actually slipped out to fall onto the grass below them as a result of her struggling. Sienna's power armour cube was retrieved and held out for her to take.
"Not gonna take me in this time?" Sienna asked after she'd recovered enough to talk.
"I'll pass. I think you've had enough punishment for today."
"Gotcha." Sienna took the cube out of Fiona's hands before suddenly lunging forward to shove her right in the chest. Fiona was caught off guard to be sent sprawling on her butt in the grass. She looked up in confusion to see that Sienna had already equipped her power armour and taken off flying up the nearest hill. Sienna stopped at the top to turn and look down at her. "PERVERT! I HATE you! You deserve to be on a sex offender registry! GO DIE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her fists shaking in front of her in an oddly adorable display of anger. Then she was gone.
Fiona got to her feet with a grin. Fond memories were surfacing of how she and Rebecca had both reacted in a pretty similar way after getting tickled to their limits for the first time. 'Funny. It doesn't hurt so much to think about it now,' she mused to herself, realizing that there wasn't an associated pang of loneliness from remembering her ex this time around. Her cargo and the plasma rifle were retrieved from the grass. Now that the fun and games were over it was time to get back to work. She had a delivery to make.
Plus, her panties were positively soaked. Sienna hadn't been the only one getting spun up from all the tickling. To look on the bright side, there were at least 50 miles of uninhabited wilderness between her and her destination left. There would undoubtedly be plenty of opportunities for privacy coming up soon.
