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As the van got under way again, Danni started unbuttoning Beth's shirt.
"You know, my sister's done an excellent job of getting you used to
footsie tickling, but I'm afraid she's neglected your other ticklish
spots. A girl's not just ticklish on her feet, now is she? You should
learn to endure tickling all over."
Beth squirmed under her, twisting as Danni opened her top. She wore a
petite-size sports bra underneath, and her perky titties were nestled in
the no-lace cups. "Oh, good, front-closing style. Saves me the trouble of
getting the scissors." Danni popped the catch and Beth's breasts lay
exposed, nipples hard and puckered. "Ooo, looks like someone here *likes*
being tied and tickled, hmm?"
"No, no, please...have mercy...this is torture..."
Danni lowered her hands slowly, fingers curved slighty. Beth bucked under
her, trying to twist away from the descending nails. "No, oh, God, don't
TOUCH me! Don't t-tickle--"
Danni's nails came down on both sides of her ribcage, just outside her
naked breasts. Beth, giggly and giddy from all the tickling Tammi had
already given her, giggled again even without Danni moving her fingers.
Then, slowly and sensuously, she began moving them up toward her armpits,
scratching in little circles along the bare, white skin. She could feel
Beth's delicate, finely-sculpted ribs underneath, and felt them expand and
contract spasmodically as she giggled. She spread her fingers wide and and
squeezed her way up to her armpits and back down to her flanks.
Beth erupted in shrill, helpless laughter. She hadn't recovered from the
torture Tammi had put her through, and now she was being tickled again--it
was the cruelest thing anyone had ever done to her. She struggled
desperately for the few seconds she had any strength, but soon her
over-tired muscles and aching lungs collapsed into exhausted and
undirected twitching. She tried to beg this wicked redhead to stop, to
leave her alone, but every breath she managed to suck in exploded from her
chest as screaming laughter.
"AH HA HA HA HAHAHAHAAA! Oh, no no no--HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! Stop! StAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHA! HEE HEE EEEEEEEE! HAHAHHAHA HA HA HA HA HA!"
"What're you *doing* to her?" Tammi asked from the driver's seat. she
couldn't quite see what was going on in the rearview mirror.
"Playing with her ribs! They're very tickly!" Danni kept it up for another
ten minutes, squeezing Beth's ribs sharply and quickly, leaving bright red
fingerprints on her skin. Beth tried to kick and twist, but she was too
tightly tied to do anything.
Danni stopped, placed her elbows on either side of her captive, and put
her chin in her hands. Her face was only a few inches from Beth's. "Hi,
there," she said softly.
Beth opened her eyes. Tears glistened on her eyelashes. "P-pleeeze..." she
breathed.
"You know, you're one of the most ticklish people I've ever met, and I'm
not just saying that." Danni brushed a lock of hair from Beth's
sweat-dampened forehead. She leaned down a little more and her lips
touched Beth's.
At first Beth tried to pull back, but it was the first soothing touch
these girls had given her. Danni raised her mouth, waited a moment, then
kissed her again, and this time Beth kissed back. Her mouth opened to
receive Danni's reaching tongue. Electricity passed between them, and
Beth's clit swelled inside its roll of soft flesh and extended its tiny
head from the moist folds of her pussy. She tasted Danni's mouth, and felt
her hands cradle her face. The kiss ended wetly, and a wavering string of
saliva briefly stretched between their mouths. It broke, leaving a moist
lightning bolt that ran from Beth's lower lip down her chin and neck to
the space between her boobs.
Beth tried to catch her breath. Her head spun. Danni smiled, green eyes
alive with loving fire. "Cute girl," she said. "Cute Beth. Ticklish Beth!"
Beth's eyes went wide. She felt betrayed after such a nice, long kiss and
the tenderness it had shown.
Danni scooted down, settled her butt squarely on Beth's crotch. Beth's
soft pubic padding, felt even through their respective shorts, nestled
luxuriously between her buttocks. Below her, Beth's pearlescent tummy lay
exposed and defenseless. Her belly button was a perfectly round deep
dimple, with a soft knot of flesh at its bottom.
Danni loved belly buttons. The sight of Beth's certainly ticklish navel
waiting helplessly for a finger to titillate it made her warm pussy leak
into her panties again. She rubbed herself against her prisoner.
Beth looked shocked. She'd never had another woman be attracted to her, at
least none she had ever known about. The kiss had been one thing--but now
Danni was rubbing her private places with her private places! "Danni, what
are you doing--"
"Tickle tummy! Tickle your tummy!" Danni sang, fingers coming down and
racing back and forth over her stomach. Beth's stomach never saw the sun,
and so it was almost unbearably soft and hurtingly virgin. And it
immediately quivered under her touch. She'd seen her sister's stomach
vibrate in exactly the same way, just before she erupted in squealing
hysteria. In seconds, Beth would do likewise. She tickled.
Beth had never been tickled on her tummy. For a few seconds, she thought
she could contain her laughter and be silent in hopes that Danni would
think she wasn't ticklish there and stop. But the new sensations of a
beautiful girl's fingertips stroking her belly made her wriggle, then
giggle, then laugh, no matter how she tried not to. She squealed, then
laughed and struggled.
Danni started pinching. She took small nips of Beth-flesh and rolled them
tightly between her thumbs and index fingers. Each pinch brought a new
squeal, and the repetition of many pinches over the next fifteen minutes
filled the humming van with constant forced hilarity, and made Beth break
out in steamy sweat on her face, chest, and stomach. Her boobs jiggled,
nipples hard, and strands of her hair stuck onto her forehead again. Her
chest hurt from laughing so much, her wrists were raw from pulling on the
handcuffs, and her thighs burned from struggling against the scarves. Her
body was on fire with tickle torture. These girls who had such a short
time ago seemed her saviors were now her tormentors.
She screamed new torture when Danni's teeth nibbled around her navel. Her
supremely tender tummy skin was taken between Danni's incisors and
squeezed while the tip of her tongue skated over her nerve endings. But
her hands weren't idle while she explored Beth's stomach with her mouth.
She scratched along her flanks, moving slowly up from her hips to the
bottom of her ribs and back down, teasing her sides until she couldn't
breathe.
Danni knew how to administer tickling so her captive wouldn't pass out.
After all, she wanted Beth to laugh and wriggle for her, to throw her
pretty head around and jiggle her boobies--not lay unconscious. She had
learned through years of tickling Tammi to tell when a girl was about to
lose consciousness. Whenever Beth's breath got silent and her eyes
fluttered shut Danni stopped biting long enough for her to recover a
little. She never let her rest for more than a minute though before
resuming.
Driving, Tammi understood why her sister had insisted on having a turn at
Beth. Her pussy had already drained enough lovejuice to soak through the
crotch of her shorts. There were loud slurping sounds whenever she shifted
her bottom on the leather seat. And her clit stood rigid and glowing,
demanding orgasm. She was being tormented herself, trying to masturbate
while keeping the van on the road. "Danni," she said.
"What? I'm busy."
"Leave some for me! Don't tickle her to death!"
Danni looked into Beth's liquid eyes. "We're nowhere near that, are we, Beth?"
Beth's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath while she had the
chance. She couldn't answer. Danni grinned evilly and went back to eating
her tummy. She centered her mouth on her belly button, sealed her lips
down around it, and sucked it up into her mouth. Beth cried out, head
going back, eyes clenching again. Danni's tongue slithered into the navel
well, probing against the bumpy skin at the bottom. Her tongue filled her
navel, her fingernails traveled her flanks, ribs, and back and forth over
her titties, tickling, tickling, tickling.
"AHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA!! AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HEE HEE HEE
HEEEEEEEEEEE--EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! N-n-no m-more! No m-more t-t-t-tickling!!
NO M-MORE--I b-b-beg--HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAH HAH HAH!
I--HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAAA!!" She felt the scratchy bump of each and every
taste bud in her belly button.
Even while her stomach was tortured, the nails raking her sides and chest
also threatened her sanity. It was worst when Danni scratched hard between
the ribs a little way below her armpits--Beth went wild in her bondage,
screaming helplessly. It was only slightly less terrible when the
knowingly light-moving nails went around the cone of each breast, both
hands skipping around and around a boob, moving in toward and then out
from the throbbing nipple. First one breast, then the other. Soon both
titties were covering with red scratch marks, and tingling with
ticklishness.
Beth wished she'd pass out. Anything to give her any kind of respite from
this torture. The only thing that stopped her laughter-filled screams was
when Danni kept tickling for several minutes straight, robbing her of her
breath. Then she fell into silent suffering, unable even to express how
she was being put through ticklish hell.
Tammi's finger, deep inside her shorts and panties, whirled around on her
pulsating clit, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Her heart pounded
in her chest, her nipples throbbed against her top, and her head felt
light. Passing the tract-housing suburbs of Williamsburg, Tammi came,
drenching herself with hot bubbling pussy juice.
Her hands slipped from the wheel in orgasmic pleasure and the van swerved
into the emergency lane. Danni rolled into one side of the van, while
Beth's ankle bonds held her more or less still. "What the fuck are you
doing, Tammi?" Danni said, "trying to get us killed?"
Tammi got control again through an orgasmic fog, lining up the left border
of the windshield with the center line on the highway. "Sorree," she said.
"You all right?" Danni asked Beth.
Beth nodded, but looked a little scared. Danni sighed, shaking her head in
disgust with her sister, and untied Beth's ankles. "Guess we'd better stop
before my stupid-ass sister kills us. Here," she undid the scarves and
helped her sit up.
"What about the cuffs?" Beth asked sheepishly, jingling them.
"Nope. You're still our prisoner, even if my sister can't drive--"
"Shut up," Tammi said breathlessly.
"--so we have to keep you under control. You didn't think we were finished
tickling you, did you?! We're just beginning, Bethie-wethie."
"'Bethie-wethie'?" Tammi muttered. God, how cutsie-wutsie can we get,
Danni? she asked silently
"Please, stop this, Danni!" Beth begged. "Just stop! What'd I do to you?"
"You told us you were ticklish. Tammi, stop at that Safeway on Main
Street, 'kay? It's the closest place, and I want to park before you roll
the van."
"Very fuckin' funny, Sis," Tammi said, leaving the freeway.
Danni looked at Beth. "We'll just get off the road for a while, get
something to eat, and continue your education."
"'Education'? Oh, God, no--"
"A tickling education! You still have much to learn about dealing with
tickling, Beth. And me and my sister are just the girls to be your
teachers. Just think of us as a couple of Yodas with long fingernails."
Danni wriggled her fingers at her, and Beth yelped. "Please..."
"You know, my sister's done an excellent job of getting you used to
footsie tickling, but I'm afraid she's neglected your other ticklish
spots. A girl's not just ticklish on her feet, now is she? You should
learn to endure tickling all over."
Beth squirmed under her, twisting as Danni opened her top. She wore a
petite-size sports bra underneath, and her perky titties were nestled in
the no-lace cups. "Oh, good, front-closing style. Saves me the trouble of
getting the scissors." Danni popped the catch and Beth's breasts lay
exposed, nipples hard and puckered. "Ooo, looks like someone here *likes*
being tied and tickled, hmm?"
"No, no, please...have mercy...this is torture..."
Danni lowered her hands slowly, fingers curved slighty. Beth bucked under
her, trying to twist away from the descending nails. "No, oh, God, don't
TOUCH me! Don't t-tickle--"
Danni's nails came down on both sides of her ribcage, just outside her
naked breasts. Beth, giggly and giddy from all the tickling Tammi had
already given her, giggled again even without Danni moving her fingers.
Then, slowly and sensuously, she began moving them up toward her armpits,
scratching in little circles along the bare, white skin. She could feel
Beth's delicate, finely-sculpted ribs underneath, and felt them expand and
contract spasmodically as she giggled. She spread her fingers wide and and
squeezed her way up to her armpits and back down to her flanks.
Beth erupted in shrill, helpless laughter. She hadn't recovered from the
torture Tammi had put her through, and now she was being tickled again--it
was the cruelest thing anyone had ever done to her. She struggled
desperately for the few seconds she had any strength, but soon her
over-tired muscles and aching lungs collapsed into exhausted and
undirected twitching. She tried to beg this wicked redhead to stop, to
leave her alone, but every breath she managed to suck in exploded from her
chest as screaming laughter.
"AH HA HA HA HAHAHAHAAA! Oh, no no no--HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! Stop! StAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHA! HEE HEE EEEEEEEE! HAHAHHAHA HA HA HA HA HA!"
"What're you *doing* to her?" Tammi asked from the driver's seat. she
couldn't quite see what was going on in the rearview mirror.
"Playing with her ribs! They're very tickly!" Danni kept it up for another
ten minutes, squeezing Beth's ribs sharply and quickly, leaving bright red
fingerprints on her skin. Beth tried to kick and twist, but she was too
tightly tied to do anything.
Danni stopped, placed her elbows on either side of her captive, and put
her chin in her hands. Her face was only a few inches from Beth's. "Hi,
there," she said softly.
Beth opened her eyes. Tears glistened on her eyelashes. "P-pleeeze..." she
breathed.
"You know, you're one of the most ticklish people I've ever met, and I'm
not just saying that." Danni brushed a lock of hair from Beth's
sweat-dampened forehead. She leaned down a little more and her lips
touched Beth's.
At first Beth tried to pull back, but it was the first soothing touch
these girls had given her. Danni raised her mouth, waited a moment, then
kissed her again, and this time Beth kissed back. Her mouth opened to
receive Danni's reaching tongue. Electricity passed between them, and
Beth's clit swelled inside its roll of soft flesh and extended its tiny
head from the moist folds of her pussy. She tasted Danni's mouth, and felt
her hands cradle her face. The kiss ended wetly, and a wavering string of
saliva briefly stretched between their mouths. It broke, leaving a moist
lightning bolt that ran from Beth's lower lip down her chin and neck to
the space between her boobs.
Beth tried to catch her breath. Her head spun. Danni smiled, green eyes
alive with loving fire. "Cute girl," she said. "Cute Beth. Ticklish Beth!"
Beth's eyes went wide. She felt betrayed after such a nice, long kiss and
the tenderness it had shown.
Danni scooted down, settled her butt squarely on Beth's crotch. Beth's
soft pubic padding, felt even through their respective shorts, nestled
luxuriously between her buttocks. Below her, Beth's pearlescent tummy lay
exposed and defenseless. Her belly button was a perfectly round deep
dimple, with a soft knot of flesh at its bottom.
Danni loved belly buttons. The sight of Beth's certainly ticklish navel
waiting helplessly for a finger to titillate it made her warm pussy leak
into her panties again. She rubbed herself against her prisoner.
Beth looked shocked. She'd never had another woman be attracted to her, at
least none she had ever known about. The kiss had been one thing--but now
Danni was rubbing her private places with her private places! "Danni, what
are you doing--"
"Tickle tummy! Tickle your tummy!" Danni sang, fingers coming down and
racing back and forth over her stomach. Beth's stomach never saw the sun,
and so it was almost unbearably soft and hurtingly virgin. And it
immediately quivered under her touch. She'd seen her sister's stomach
vibrate in exactly the same way, just before she erupted in squealing
hysteria. In seconds, Beth would do likewise. She tickled.
Beth had never been tickled on her tummy. For a few seconds, she thought
she could contain her laughter and be silent in hopes that Danni would
think she wasn't ticklish there and stop. But the new sensations of a
beautiful girl's fingertips stroking her belly made her wriggle, then
giggle, then laugh, no matter how she tried not to. She squealed, then
laughed and struggled.
Danni started pinching. She took small nips of Beth-flesh and rolled them
tightly between her thumbs and index fingers. Each pinch brought a new
squeal, and the repetition of many pinches over the next fifteen minutes
filled the humming van with constant forced hilarity, and made Beth break
out in steamy sweat on her face, chest, and stomach. Her boobs jiggled,
nipples hard, and strands of her hair stuck onto her forehead again. Her
chest hurt from laughing so much, her wrists were raw from pulling on the
handcuffs, and her thighs burned from struggling against the scarves. Her
body was on fire with tickle torture. These girls who had such a short
time ago seemed her saviors were now her tormentors.
She screamed new torture when Danni's teeth nibbled around her navel. Her
supremely tender tummy skin was taken between Danni's incisors and
squeezed while the tip of her tongue skated over her nerve endings. But
her hands weren't idle while she explored Beth's stomach with her mouth.
She scratched along her flanks, moving slowly up from her hips to the
bottom of her ribs and back down, teasing her sides until she couldn't
breathe.
Danni knew how to administer tickling so her captive wouldn't pass out.
After all, she wanted Beth to laugh and wriggle for her, to throw her
pretty head around and jiggle her boobies--not lay unconscious. She had
learned through years of tickling Tammi to tell when a girl was about to
lose consciousness. Whenever Beth's breath got silent and her eyes
fluttered shut Danni stopped biting long enough for her to recover a
little. She never let her rest for more than a minute though before
resuming.
Driving, Tammi understood why her sister had insisted on having a turn at
Beth. Her pussy had already drained enough lovejuice to soak through the
crotch of her shorts. There were loud slurping sounds whenever she shifted
her bottom on the leather seat. And her clit stood rigid and glowing,
demanding orgasm. She was being tormented herself, trying to masturbate
while keeping the van on the road. "Danni," she said.
"What? I'm busy."
"Leave some for me! Don't tickle her to death!"
Danni looked into Beth's liquid eyes. "We're nowhere near that, are we, Beth?"
Beth's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath while she had the
chance. She couldn't answer. Danni grinned evilly and went back to eating
her tummy. She centered her mouth on her belly button, sealed her lips
down around it, and sucked it up into her mouth. Beth cried out, head
going back, eyes clenching again. Danni's tongue slithered into the navel
well, probing against the bumpy skin at the bottom. Her tongue filled her
navel, her fingernails traveled her flanks, ribs, and back and forth over
her titties, tickling, tickling, tickling.
"AHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA!! AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HEE HEE HEE
HEEEEEEEEEEE--EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! N-n-no m-more! No m-more t-t-t-tickling!!
NO M-MORE--I b-b-beg--HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAH HAH HAH!
I--HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAAA!!" She felt the scratchy bump of each and every
taste bud in her belly button.
Even while her stomach was tortured, the nails raking her sides and chest
also threatened her sanity. It was worst when Danni scratched hard between
the ribs a little way below her armpits--Beth went wild in her bondage,
screaming helplessly. It was only slightly less terrible when the
knowingly light-moving nails went around the cone of each breast, both
hands skipping around and around a boob, moving in toward and then out
from the throbbing nipple. First one breast, then the other. Soon both
titties were covering with red scratch marks, and tingling with
ticklishness.
Beth wished she'd pass out. Anything to give her any kind of respite from
this torture. The only thing that stopped her laughter-filled screams was
when Danni kept tickling for several minutes straight, robbing her of her
breath. Then she fell into silent suffering, unable even to express how
she was being put through ticklish hell.
Tammi's finger, deep inside her shorts and panties, whirled around on her
pulsating clit, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Her heart pounded
in her chest, her nipples throbbed against her top, and her head felt
light. Passing the tract-housing suburbs of Williamsburg, Tammi came,
drenching herself with hot bubbling pussy juice.
Her hands slipped from the wheel in orgasmic pleasure and the van swerved
into the emergency lane. Danni rolled into one side of the van, while
Beth's ankle bonds held her more or less still. "What the fuck are you
doing, Tammi?" Danni said, "trying to get us killed?"
Tammi got control again through an orgasmic fog, lining up the left border
of the windshield with the center line on the highway. "Sorree," she said.
"You all right?" Danni asked Beth.
Beth nodded, but looked a little scared. Danni sighed, shaking her head in
disgust with her sister, and untied Beth's ankles. "Guess we'd better stop
before my stupid-ass sister kills us. Here," she undid the scarves and
helped her sit up.
"What about the cuffs?" Beth asked sheepishly, jingling them.
"Nope. You're still our prisoner, even if my sister can't drive--"
"Shut up," Tammi said breathlessly.
"--so we have to keep you under control. You didn't think we were finished
tickling you, did you?! We're just beginning, Bethie-wethie."
"'Bethie-wethie'?" Tammi muttered. God, how cutsie-wutsie can we get,
Danni? she asked silently
"Please, stop this, Danni!" Beth begged. "Just stop! What'd I do to you?"
"You told us you were ticklish. Tammi, stop at that Safeway on Main
Street, 'kay? It's the closest place, and I want to park before you roll
the van."
"Very fuckin' funny, Sis," Tammi said, leaving the freeway.
Danni looked at Beth. "We'll just get off the road for a while, get
something to eat, and continue your education."
"'Education'? Oh, God, no--"
"A tickling education! You still have much to learn about dealing with
tickling, Beth. And me and my sister are just the girls to be your
teachers. Just think of us as a couple of Yodas with long fingernails."
Danni wriggled her fingers at her, and Beth yelped. "Please..."
