Classic: Tickling-On-The-Road 3

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Tickling on the Road, Part Three:
Tickle Trivia, Part Two
by Kutyo


Beth Cordova looked up with moist eyes at her captors. "In the name of
humanity, please, stop this...you're killing me...I can't stand it...ohh,
hhh, no m-more..."

"C'mon, Beth," said Danni, "it's all in fun."

"Yah," Tammi, put in, "it's just tickling!"

There was no help, no rescue for Beth. She was a plaything for a couple of
girls who were certifiably insane. They had tickled her for hours,
couching the whole thing in some ridiculous game where she had to answer
trivia questions. But the answers were impossible, and each wrong answer
earned her tickle torture.

After the featherdusting of her breasts--which had made her pee like a
baby--Danni had asked, "What is Danni Arcadia's favorite position for
sex?" Beth, whose conservative boyfriend only knew one position with
himself on top, had answered, "Missionary--how the hell should I know?"

"Nope! I like bending over with my elbows on the kitchen counter while my
guy takes me from behind. Nothing like it!"

Then had come fifteen more minutes of belly button tickling, which Tammi
had administered with her fingernails. They'd put a couple of towels over
the wet spot she'd made between her legs and Tammi had laid down, chin on
her naked, shaved pubic mound. Then, as Beth watched helplessly, the
redhead's long, passion-pink fingernails advanced up her lower belly to
converge on her belly button. Tammi stretched her navel open between her
thumb and forefinger and invaded it with the other index finger, probing
and poking against the soft dimple, treating it to the most insanely
ticklish sensations Beth had ever known.

Now, Beth lay in wait for her next agony. Danni asked, "Now listen
carefully, this question has two parts: What size panties does Danni
Arcadia wear, and what is her favorite thing to do with them?"

Beth looked betrayed. "I can't believe you girls expect me to answer
these! Except that you don't, you just wanna tickle me!"

"Just *try* to answer the question Beth," Tammi encouraged, stroked a
boobie that still tingled. Her fingers closed around the stubby nipple and
rolled it.

Beth couldn't stand any more teasing. She'd been on the edge of orgasm for
hours, clitty stiff, nipples ready to explode. She moaned, and tried to
guess. "You--hhh--you look like you wear about a size medium."

"That's right! I wear mediums. Now, what's my favorite thing to do with them?"

Inspired by her first victory in this game of torture, Beth's mind raced.
They're perverts, she thought. What kind of perverted things can someone
do with a pair of panties? Think, think, and maybe they'll let me go!

Remembering the bandanna they'd used as a gag on her, Beth blurted, "You
like to gag girls with them! You crumple them up and put them in their
mouths!"

Danni looked surprised.

"Ha! I'm right! I'm right, aren't I? I am! Don't you deny it, Danni!"

Danni considered for a moment, then smiled. "You're absolutely right. Did
you see the answer?"

"Yah, sure I did," Beth retorted, tugging at her ropes.

"Go ahead Tammi."

Tammi got down between her legs again. She lay her hands on Beth's
widespread thighs and studied Beth's open and vulnerable pussy. "I'm glad
you shaved her, Danni. Look at that little clitty, standing up all stiff
and excited! It's just ready for someone to lick it, isn't it, Beth? Would
you like me to lick your clitty? Hm?"

"Oh, don't tease me anymore! Pleeeze, just make me cum! It itches so much--"

Beth jerked as if shocked when the moist tip of Tammi's tongue grazed the
swollen tip of her clitty. Her head went back and her back arched again,
raising her hip up toward Tammi's mouth. Tammi pulled back, though, and
applied only the lightest pressure on the twitching nubbin, teasing her
tongue around in tiny circles on it. "Ahhh, hhhhhh, oh oh ohhhhhhh,
please, harder, harder! Oh, suck it, suck it, PLEASE!"

Tammi didn't. As Danni kept one eye on her watch and the other on her
sister and their prisoner, Tammi gently licked Beth's clit, rubbing her
tongue over it in long, slow strokes. She tried to establish a slow,
teasing rhythm to make her crazy, but her bucking hips made it impossible.
"Danni? Hold her still, 'kay?"

Danni got on the bed and sat on her hips. "Oh, no, please, make me cum--"
Beth begged.

Tammi hunched down and again played her tongue over the pleasure button,
and this time Beth couldn't force it up toward her. Beth squirmed and
struggled, but Danni's solid weight kept her down, and Tammi was free to
flick her tongue against the bud for over ten minutes, stopping whenever
Beth's squirms reached a crescendo or whenever her clitty pulsated too
close to orgasm.

Tammi reveled in the scent of a moist and over-excited pussy. She ran her
questing tongue down her lips, teasing the pink skin between pussy and
anus, then went back up to tip it into the torrent of lovejuice that
flowed from Beth's desire. She lapped it up, and tunneled her tongue into
the pink pocket and felt it clasp her tongue tightly and ripple against
it. She poked and prodded around for a few seconds, then pulled out and
went back to the aching clit. Danni helpfully spread the folds of
girlflesh back from it so her sister could lick it without trouble, and
they kept Beth on the edge of orgasm for twenty minutes.

Beth had never been denied orgasm for so long, and she wasn't sure it was
any less torture than tickling. She was breathless to cum, begging to cum,
insane to cum. Every part of her, every nerve ending and every quivering
cell in her body yearned for orgasmic release, strained to somehow let go
the inner explosion of bright joy that came only at orgasm.

But Danni and Tammi weren't interested in making her cum. They were only
interested in teasing her moist sex. After half an hour, they stopped, and
Danni picked up the cards again while Tammi opened the ice chest. "'Kay,
Beth, let's go on."

Beth bucked, trying to rub herself on anything--ANYTHING--to make herself
cum, but it was futile. She rocked her hips back and forth, the urgently
of orgasm making her thrash and causing a little drool to escape her
mouth. "You are SOOO cruel! Oh, how can you do this?! I'm on the edge!
Please, just one lick! Just one hard lick! One little touch? Please?
Pleeeeeeze! Oh, God, this is driving me insane!" She flopped her head back
and squirmed.

"The question is: How long do you have to tickle Tammi's ribs before she pees?"

"I'm not answering your stupid question! Let me up! Let me UP!"

"You do realize, of course, that if you don't answer, you lose by default.
If you don't answer, we start tickling right away. First, the fifteen
minutes for not getting the answer right, then the hour of tootsie
tickling for losing the game."

"Why are you being so difficult, Beth?" Tammi asked. "You got the last one
right. Just try."

"This is cruel..."

"How long do you have to tickle Tammi's ribs to make her pee?"

Beth made a silent vow to never hitchhike again. Danni was right, it *was*
dangerous. "Five minutes," she said, too delirious with unfulfilled desire
to think about it.

"Oh, and you're so close, too. It's four minutes. Four minutes of rib
tickling, and Tammi makes like a fountain, just like you did!"

Tammi straddled, this time holding two cans of Pepsi from the ice chest.
Moisture beaded on the cans, and pieces of ice still clung to them. Tammi
held them gingerly with her fingertips, wincing. "Hang on, Beth, 'cuz here
comes some nice liquid refreshment!" She lowered the cans and pressed them
tight against either sides of Beth's ribcage.

"Aaaaaaaahhh! Nooo! Oh, it's too cold! Stop! Stahahahap!"

"Aluminum cans are great for giving cold ticklies," Tammi said. She rolled
them along her ribs, starting just below her armpits and traveling down,
pushing them in close so they bumped over each rib and pressed in tight
between them. At any particularly sensitive spot, she rolled a can back
and forth over that rib, popping it into and out of the soft space between
that rib and the one above or below it. Again, Beth screamed the loudest
about halfway down, just opposite her breasts.

By the time Tammi reached the end of her ribcage, the cans were warming
up. Danni tossed her two more out of the ice chest, and she went back up,
rolling over the cringing, defenseless ribs, leaving wide red, rectangular
tracks of chilly flesh behind. Two more were needed when she started
rolling faster, up and down her sides, fast enough that she could feel the
Pepsi's fizzing bloating the cans.

"Here's something new that's never been tried," Tammi said. "Fizzie
tickles!" She took one of the cans, shook it up good, turned it over and
held it only an inch away from Beth's ribs.

Beth shook her head wildly. "No! No, don't--"

Tammi popped the can and a crackling, fizzling jet of ice-cold Pepsi
spurted against her ribs with the force of a firehose. Beth screamed yet
again, jerking in her bonds. "YAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! No, it's
so cold! Hah ha ha ha ha ha--those bubbles! Hahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
P-p-please, wipe--wipe it off! Hee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeeee!"

Tammi poured the can of bubbly soda all over her side and watched the
stuff fizz and pop as it ran down the curve of her ribs. Quickly, she
shook up the other can and popped it open against the other side, and was
rewarded with more laughter.

"What a wet, sticky mess," Tammi said. "I guess I'm gonna have to clean it
up. Did I mention how much I love Pepsi?" She applied her tongue to her
ribs, and in seconds Beth was in hysterics again, yanking on her tied
limbs as Tammi skated her tongue through the Pepsi. She started licking up
and down, going across her ribs, first with the tip of her tongue, then
running it flat along the skin. She tasted Beth's sweat mixed in with the
soda and lapped more energetically, loving the sweet taste of a helpless
girl. She went over to the other side and licked it clean too, but this
time went along the lengths of her ribs, and that made Beth even more
shrill. New tears leaked from her eyes, and more spittle escaped her
mouth.

"How much time do I have left, Danni?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to start timing. Let's just start over."

Beth heard the treachery but couldn't respond. Tammi's tongue was already
licking again, twirling around her ribs in agonizing patterns, robbing her
of breath.

Once her captive's chest and sides were clean, Tammi extended her fingers.
"You know, Beth, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned fingernail
tickling to clear the mind." Her nails came down in her armpits and
started scratching. Before Danni could reprimand her, she tickled down
onto her ribs and found that spot halfway down. She pinched and diddled
that spot--*those* spots, one on either side--and Beth was delivered into
a ticklish hell. Feeling Tammi's nails whirring over those two particular
ribs was worse than anything they'd yet done to her, except for when Danni
had tickled her feet. It was much worse than the featherdusting on her
boobies. It tickled like nothing had ever tickled in her life, and Beth
cried surrender, begged for death, wailed for anything to save her from
another second of this torture.

"Oh, good, tickly ribs!" Tammi exclaimed. "I just looove tickly ribs!" Her
fingers stayed on the magic spots, ministering to them without let up. She
tapped her nails around the curves of her torso, staying between and on
those two magic ribs, and watched Beth's face turn crimson.

"HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! HEE HEEEE HEEEE HEEE HEE HEE HEE!
HAH HA--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HAH HAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!
P-plee--EEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!
T-T-T-Tam-TAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE! HAH HAH HAH HAH AH AH AH HA HA
HA HA HA HAAA HAAA HAAAAAA!!"

Her bladder tried to turn itself inside-out, but it was nearly empty and
only a few spurts of pee-pee came out of her urethra. They left several
fresh stains on the damp towels between her legs.

Beth pounded the mattress with the back of her head, going into ticklish
convulsions. Her kneecaps pulsated, pulling against her trapped ankles,
and her toes wriggled frantically. Her breasts jiggled about on her chest,
hard-nippled and flushed with excitment. When her eyes opened, only the
whites showed. Tammi kept it up, tracing the outlines of her ribs, until
suddenly the van was silent.

The twins looked. Beth's head rolled limply to one side, eyes closed,
redden face blank. Her fists uncurled, and the tense muscles in her belly
and thighs relaxed. Perspiration ran down from between her breasts, and
she didn't twitch against it.

"Now look at what you did!" Danni said, putting the cards down. "You went
and made her pass out." She gently pulled open an eyelid.

"It's not my fault. She's just too ticklish, that's all."

Danni looked at her sister. "Yah, well now we have to wait for her to wake
up." Danni settled down on the ice chest.

"How long are we gonna keep her, Danni?"

"I don't know. We'll have to let her off at Marysville before we turn off
the highway to go to Becky's."

"That's too bad. I really like her. She's so sensitive! And she laughs so
loud!" Tammi rubbed Beth's tummy. The naked girl lay still. "I wish we
could keep her a while longer. Hey, wait a minute. Let's take her Becky's
with us!"

"I don't think so, Tammi. She's going to Seattle, not Becky's."

"We could keep her for the weekend, then let her go. She'd still get to
Seattle okay. She was hitching, remember? It would've taken her days to
reach Seattle. Another few two won't make any difference. We could even
drive her back to the highway."

"C'mon, Tammi. We can't do that. She's got family she wants to see--hold
it. We *could* do it, but we'd have to buy her a plane ticket."

"So she could fly up there?"

Danni brightened. "Yah! Listen, we take her to Becky's for the weekend,
then we drive her up to Klamath Falls, and put her on a plane to Seattle!
It'd *save* her time!"

"Where are we gonna get the money--"

"If you and I and Becky pitch in, it won't be that much. She'd thank us for it."

"And we'd get another two days of tickling her! Danni, you're a genius!"

"As always."

Beth moaned, and her eyes fluttered open. Tammi jumped on her again and
put her nails on her ribs again. "It's about time you woke up! Time to
continue!"

"Remember, the fifteen minutes starts all over again," Danni said.

Beth's eyes were still glazed with agonized ticklishness. "No...no, no
more...just kill me! Anything...I'll do *anything* you want! Just d-don't
tickle me anymore! Don't tickle! D-d-don't!! Ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA!"

Tammi ran her nails up and down her helpless torso, concentrating on the
magic spots, but not staying on them long enough to make her faint again.
She scratched light and quick, up to her armpits, then down to the halfway
mark, stayed for almost a minute, tap-dancing her nails along the
supersensitive ribs. Once Beth's screams went silent from lack of air, she
continued down to the bottom edge of her spasming ribcage, took a few
quick pinches on her tummy, then went back up to the magic spots for
another minute or so. Beth's arms and legs flailed as far as their bonds
allowed, and the van rocked with her struggles under rib tickling.

Unable to stand by any longer and merely play the questioner, Danni got
down on her knees on one side of Beth and played her own nails along the
girl's naked ribs. Tammi took the other side, and they tickled her
together. Beth cried out in new torment when she suddenly felt twice as
many fingers on her body, and new fire erupted along the sides of her
chest.

Danni forgot to look at her watch, and they had their way with her for
over half an hour before she remembered the time. By then Beth was out of
her mind, frenzied on the bed between the twins, covered with sweat. Her
hair was a wild mess around her head, locks stuck to her forehead and neck
and cheeks, and she was flushed from her forehead all the way to down to
her breasts. When Danni called time and they stopped, she thought she
could actually see Beth's ragged heartbeat pounding against her sternum,
between her boobies.

"Went a little long on that, sorry, Beth. I really have to start watching
my watch. No harm done, right?"

Beth glared at her weakly with red, teary eyes. Tammi dipped a paper towel
in the ice chest and used it to wipe the perspiration from her face. "How
do you like our little game?" she asked.

"It's...cruel and inhuman," Beth said. "You make me wish I'd stayed home
and not tried hitching a ride to Seattle."

"Last question," said Danni. "For the game, and for the chance to have us
lick your clitty til you cum--"

"Carefully, Beth," said Tammi. "This is the hardest one. But if you get it
right, we'll give you the biggest orgasm you've ever had."

Big chance of that, Beth thought sourly.

"How many ounces of pussy juice came out of Tammi's pussy last night when
Danni licked her off?"

Beth didn't say anything. She tried to steel herself for the coming torment.

Tammi poked her in the belly to make her open her eyes. "C'mon, Beth."

"Please...oh, pretty please--"

"If you don't answer the last question," Danni explained, "in addition to
the hour of footsie tickling you get as a result of losing, you also get a
penalty hour of rib tickling for being difficult. Now, just try to
answer."

No escape. She was a captive, tortured plaything for them. She wondered
what had happened in their shared childhood to make them like this--so
cruel and unfeeling, willing to tickle someone *past* the point where
tickling became torture... "Four ounces," she said.

Danni glanced over the card at Tammi. Tammi bit her lip. Danni's eyes
moved in Beth's direction, and Tammi tossed the bandanna over Beth's face,
covering her eyes. "Hey, what's that for?" Beth asked. She shook her head,
trying to get it off.

Danni quickly erased the answer off the card and penciled in a new one.
She nodded to Tammi, who then took the bandanna off Beth's face. "Sorry,
girl," said Tammi, "how careless of me."

"Well, I'm sorry, Beth, but you were an ounce off. It was five ounces of
delicious pussy juice that I licked up from my sister's vagina. You know,
Beth, if you're very good, you might get a chance to taste it, too." Danni
put the rubber band back on the card deck and dropped it in her purse.
Then the twins knelt at the end of the bed, by her bare feet. "Too bad,
Beth. You're not very good at trivia, are you?"

"Time for the final tickling!" Tammi said.

"Tootsie tickling!" Danni echoed. She opened the ice chest and put in
between herself and her sister. They each picked up an ice cube and
wrapped it in a paper towel with one end protruding.

Beth thrashed all over again, twisting and turning. "No! Oh, no no,
PLEASE! Not my feet again! Don't touch my feet! Don't TOUCH my toes! I'll
do anything you want, just don't tickle my feet! Oh, you'll kill me! I
can't STAND it! I can't STAND anymore tickling! Please, let me go!"

"I love when they wriggle and squirm," Tammi said.

"It shows how ticklish they are," Danni replied. She raised her ice cube
and held it near the wriggling toes of Beth's right foot. "Ready?"

"Ready!" Tammi's own ice cube hovered over Beth's left big toe, which
shivered in fear.

Beth looked at them from between her breasts. Her thighs tensed and jerked
helplessly against the ropes binding her bare feet to the corners of the
bed. Her naked toes, those tiny ticklish toes, were utterly defenseless
before the twins, who looked at them with avaricious appetites. Beth had
never been so scared in her life. An *hour* of nonstop tickling on her
feet?! "Pleeeze, no more! Show some mercy! Pleeeeeze! Please, please,
please!" She started crying, weeping in her bondage.

Danni started her stopwatch. "Let's go!"

With a happy squeal, Tammi touched the flat end of the ice cube against
the tip of Beth's big toe. The tootsie tried to curl, but she held its tip
between her thumb and index finger and pulled it back until it was fully
extended, and rubbed the ice over its ball in little circles. The cube
left trails of sparkling cold water behind, which dripped down the dainty
toeprints.

Beth clenched her eyes. She sucked in a big breath and held it, hoping she
could somehow endure what Tammi was doing, but that tactic crumbled when
Danni used the edge of her hand to stretch back the toes on the other foot
and began running her ice along their undersides. Tammi did likewise, and
Beth exploded into laughter again.

A few seconds of icing on her toes made her hysterical, bucking on the bed
and pounding her bare bottom on the mattress. They continued for almost
ten minutes, just barely touching her toes with the ice cubes. Danni then
spread her big toe away from the others and pushed the ice into the space
between them and rubbing it all over the pink webbing. She snaked it
around the base of the big toe, then sent it down the center of her
instep. New squeals came from their captive when she felt the ice on the
bottom of her tender ped and tried in vain to jerk her foot away. Danni
was glad she'd gone over Tammi's knots when they had tied her--she'd
retied the girl's ankles tighter than Tammi had. Because of four soft,
silky ropes, Beth was theirs to play with.

Tammi iced each tootsie slowly and completely, until their plump little
bodies were red and moist, then she did as her sister and applied the ice
cube to the sole of the desperately wriggling foot. She drew little
cartoon characters on the pink flesh, then sketched a couple of trapezoids
that she barely remembered from college geometry. She'd always hated math,
but now it came in handy for tickling, as she drew the different kinds of
triangles. For some reason the trapezoids drove her the craziest, so Tammi
drew a lot of those.

"Hee hee hee hee! Eeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeee! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ohohoh--HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!
St-st-st-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! P-p-p-p-leeeeeeAHAHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HAH
HAH HAH! N-n-nooooooo! No more! Nooooooo--HAHAAAAA HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA
HA HAAAA!"

Danni adjusted her grip on the ice cube, arranging it so that one corner
of the cube stuck out of the paper towel. She used that corner to scrub a
spot just inside of the exact center of Beth's instep. Every girl she'd
ever tickled was extremely sensitive on this spot, and Beth was not
exception. She shrieked, fists banging on the wooden headboard in agony.

"Oh, look, I made her footsie all wet," Tammi said. "If it's one thing I
know, it's that you should always clean up after yourself." She stretched
out her tongue and swirled it over Beth's sole, licking up the chilly
droplets and replacing them with her steamy saliva. She licked her way up
to the bases of the spasming toes and caressed each carefully and
methodically, slithering her tonguetip in between them. She worked her way
down the line, from big toe to pinky toe, then went back up, this line and
kissing the tips.

As Tammi licked, Danni started using her fingers. She continued icing the
tootsies while she scratched lightly and quickly along the instep,
following the gentle creases in the soft flesh. Beth's nonstop laughter
electrified the air, making Arcadia nipples and clits swell, and adding
enthusiasm to their ministrations on her feet. The more she laughed, the
more they tickled.

Once done licking, Tammi sucked the big toe into her mouth and swirled her
tongue over it, nibbling on it while she covered with with spittle.
Following her sister's lead, she teased the sole with her nails--all
ten--while she did so, and nearly came herself at the sound of their
prisoner's screeching. Her panties soaked through to her shorts, and it
soon looked like she'd peed her pants. Glancing sideways with Beth's
second toe in her mouth, she saw Danni's crotch was likewise drenched. She
sucked and bit the helpless toes, moving toward that delicious wriggling
pinky.

Danni dropped the ice and picked up the plastic bristle brush. She pressed
it against the bottom of Beth's foot, and heard her try to beg through the
laughter Tammi was giving her. "N-nooo--p-pleeehee hee hee hee heeee! Not
the b-b-b-b-brush a-a-a-agahhhhhh--HAH HAH HAH AHAH HAH HAH HAH HAH
HAAAAAAAAA!"

Danni played the brush up and down her foot, stroking it with slow
sideways motions, going from heel to toes and back, speeding up with each
pass. Soon she had to grip the foot tightly with one hand to keep it
still, and she heard Beth call out for death to deliver her. Danni held
the brush horizontally and revved it back and forth as fast as she could,
and slowly turned it toward the vertical, always keeping it at the center
of the sole. About sixty degrees off the horizontal made Beth scream for
death again. She kept scrubbing at that angle for a while, until Beth's
struggles weakened and her voice went silent. Danni looked at Tammi, and
saw her sister was sucking hard on the pinky while tickling the instep,
and realized Beth was about to pass out again. Danni rotated the brush to
the vertical, and Beth seemed to gain a little strength.

Beth had been driven into madness. The twins had destroyed her mind and
will with nothing more than ice cubes and fingernails. She screamed in the
deepest torture of her life, her body on fire, burning endlessly in a
cauldron of tickle torture. She felt each touch, every slightest movement
against her skin, and each movement lit a new flame and increased her
sensitivity a hundredfold. She was sure her body would unravel and
disintegrate under such terrible feelings, but her nerves just went on
pulsing and spasming with intolerable sensations.

And the worst thing was, the only respite she might have hoped
for--unconsciousness--had been robbed from her. They had learned how much
it took to make her faint, and now they tickled up to that point, backed
off just enough so she wouldn't pass out, then worked her that much
harder. No unconsciousness, no mercy, no death--just endless tickling...

"D-D-Demons! You're--HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! You're d-d-d-demons!
P-p-pleeeeeHEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEEE HEEE HEEE HEEE! St-st-st-stop! D-d-devil
girls! HA HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! St-stahahahahaAHAHAHAHAP!
T-t-t-torture! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Tammi loved eating tootsies. She didn't often get a chance to dine on her
sister's feet, so she treasured Beth's. She opened the ice chest and
pulled out one of the sandwhiches Danni had made for the drive. With a
plastic knife she scraped the mayonnaise and pickle relish off the white
bread and onto Beth's toes, using the knife to spread them around the
balls, tips, and in between. Once they were thoroughly covered, Tammi,
"Umm, yummy! Delicious tootsies for me to eat!"

Danni giggled. "Very creative, Tammi. Get the idea from Sammi?"

Tammi shivered with the memory of hours of agonizing tickling they had
both received at the hands of Cousin Sammi while at Yosemite a few months
ago. Sammi had tied them down and spread peanut butter over their toes for
the squirrels to lick off. "Don't remind me. Besides, this's my own idea."
Tammi leaned forward and took the pinky into her mouth. She sucked it as
deep as she could into her mouth and swirled her tongue luxuriously around
the wriggling nubbin, licking off the sandwhich makings. The taste of
tangy relish, creamy mayonnaise, and salty girlsweat made her head spin.

Danni had worked the brush through a circle, leaving a big round red spot
on the bottom of Beth's foot. She paid a lot of attention to the innermost
side of the sole, where the bottom of the foot curved up into the inner
ankle, as that seemed another delightfully sensitive place. While
brushing, her fingers caressed the toes and up around the ankle.

A few more golden squirts spattered the towels between Beth's legs, and
Danni wondered if the poor girl was dehydrated from all the agonized sweat
pouring from her face, neck, and breasts, in addition to the steady stream
of sweet liquids running from her pussy. She made a silent note to remind
herself and her sister to give Beth something to drink before the next
session.

After all, neither Danni nor Tammi wanted to *hurt* anyone. They just
liked to tickle, and tickling never hurt anyone. More or less...

Tammi finished up the littler toes. Only Beth's pink big toe was still
slathered with relish and mayonnaise. She started on it with long, slow
strokes along the underside, gradually moving around to its topside, and
finally its tip. Once it was clean, she kissed it a couple of times, to
let it know she loved it, and sat back. "How long's it been, Sis?"

Danni looked at her watch. "Oh my God, it's been almost an hour and a
half! Oops, went overtime again." She indulged in a few more swipes with
the brush, then put it down.

Beth continued struggling and bucking for almost a minute after they
stopped, toes wriggling, hands grasping and reaching, laughter fading into
giggles that went on and on and on. Danni and Tammi watched, fascinated,
until Beth's nervous system finally seemed to realize the tickle torture
had stopped and she stopped giggled. She gulped for air, and lay utterly
limp, twitching occasionally. Tammi watched as a fat drop of sweat
trickled down her ribs, and saw Beth flinch against it again and again.
Experimenting, she blew on Beth's toes, and the girl spasmed. "Oh!
Oh--eeeee! Hee hee...hhh..."

Danni opened the bandanna and let it fall on her midriff. It fluttered
down and settled, making her squirm. "Hee hee hee! D-d-don't!
T-t-t-tickles--hee hee hee!"

"Wow, she's way sensitive now," Tammi said.

"No kidding." Danni leaned close to Beth and whispered in her ear,
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Beth bucked weakly. "No! Hah ha ha--hee hee hee hee heeeee!"

She kept bucking until they took the bandanna off. Then she calmed down,
and dozed off. For the first time since they'd started, she looked relaxed
and at peace, her angelic face devoid of the torment it had expressed for
the last several hours.

"You think maybe we went a little too far, Danni? Maybe we tickled her too
much."

Danni shrugged. "Maybe. Sure was a lot of fun, though!"

Tammi nodded, beaming. "Let's keep her and take her to Becky's, like you said."

"'Kay. You get her dressed, but be sure to cuff her again. We don't want
her getting away."

"Oh, no! A prize like this should be shared with family and friends."

"I'm sure Becky'll love her." Danni slipped through the curtains into the
driver's seat. "And put your top back on, so I can open the curtains."

"'Kay."

The van sped on down the highway as Tammi eased the sleeping girl into her
clothes again. Once she had her safari shirt back on, she cuffed her hands
behind her back, and went about putting her shorts back on. Her underwear
she stored in her own suitcase. Tammi didn't like her captives to wear
underwear.

By the time Danni found the turnoff from the highway for the next hour's
ride to Becky's house, Beth was dressed, cuffed, but still asleep, unaware
of what awaited her over the next two days.