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Danni finished tying the last knot, and Beth wriggled against the
new ropes holding her down. "There we are, Bethie-wethie. I'll be right
back, 'kay? Don't go anywhere! Hee hee!"
"God, you're a riot," Beth muttered as Danni bounced back inside the
house.
As usual and as before, Beth was tied securely, a naked, helpless
toy for Danni's amusement. It was no different for Tammi, Danni's sister.
She was tied beside Beth, her limbs also immobilized with soft Nylon
rope, and she wriggled restlessly. She made wordless cooing sounds, as
if she were trying to bring herself off by the sound of her voice alone.
Beth had watched, herself aroused to heights far beyond anything she had
previously experienced, as Danni and Becky had teased and tickled Tammi
into a frenzy, and the redhead was now on the verge of orgasm, and
desperate for sexual release.
Beth laid her head back and looked at the shining blue, cloudless
sky. Her pulse was loud in her ears, her blood was hot in her face and
chest, and her clitty was itchy and twitchy in her pussy. Her toes flexed
and bunched in frustration. Beth had never been denied orgasm for so
long, and had never been subjected to the insane torture of prolonged
bondage tickling--her body tingled, pounded, and pulsated with new
sensations that could not be ignored.
The two girls were bound on Becky's back deck. Danni and Becky had
laid them with their heads and feet in opposite directions, with their
legs straight and spread and their hands behind their heads. They were
side by side, close enough that Beth's ribs brushed Tammi's hip. Each had
one leg, the leg opposite the other girl, pulled as far to the side as
it would go, presumably to expose their pussies for tickling. Their
wrists and ankles were tied to rugged steel bolts that protruded from the
deck. At first Beth had thought the projecting bolts were a result of
poor craftsmanship, but Becky had told her, while they had tied them
down, that she had left the bolts sticking up for just this purpose.
They were both naked, but it wasn't as cold as it had been
yesterday. California's crazy weather was continuing--it had snowed for
the last few days, and now, at eleven in the morning, it was already warm
enough to lay out in the full sun and be comfortable.
Comfortable, Beth thought, if it weren't for these ropes. And the
fact that I've been almost tickled to death...
"Tammi--" she said.
"Wh-what? God, I've gotta cum or I'm gonna go crazy!"
"Yah, I know the feeling. Dammit...listen, Tammi, is there ANY way
we can get them to stop doing this to us?"
Tammi Arcadia raised her head to try to look at Beth. Her misty
green sparkled with imprisoned sexual energy. "No. I'm afraid there's no
stopping Danni once she gets on a roll. And, shit, she and Becky are on
one hell of a roll! Shit, I've gotta cum!" She bucked her hips as hard
as she could, but Becky had pulled her legs completely straight before
tying her, and now she had virtually no freedom of movement. Her bubbly
pussy was helpless against the surging tide of sexual frustration
crashing against it.
"All right! Here we are," Danni said when she and Becky came out
onto the deck. Becky carried a Commeorative Edition of Monopoly, in a tin
box set, and Danni carried a new package of felt tip markers. "Ready,
girls?"
"Danni, please--" Beth started to beg.
Danni put her finger to her lips and shushed her. "Don't worry,
we'll get started. But part of the fun of Ticklish Monopoly is drawing
the board." She opened the package and took out a black felt tip marker.
She snugged the cap on the end of the marker, and knelt next to Beth.
"Draw the board?! What're you talking about? Hey, st-stop! That
tickles! N n-noooo! Hee hee hee!"
Danni hunkered down and started sketching a Monopoly board on Beth's
tummy. The tip of the marker rasped against her white flesh, leaving a
thick black line behind it, and tickling all the way. Beth struggled as
her giggles rose, and Danni put a firm hand on her midriff to hold her
still. It made it hard for Beth to breathe, and made her giggles that
much more intense. Danni drew in the boxes for half the normal Monopoly
board on her, starting with the Go square below her belly button, on her
bare, shaved pubic mound, and ending with Free Parking, which she put
between her titties.
While Danni added some color to the board with the other markers,
Becky opened the Monopoly set and laid out the elements of the game.
"Now," she said, "the rules for Ticklish Monopoly are a little different
than they are for regular Monopoly, so both of you listen. Beth, please
be quiet."
Beth giggled incessantly, and broke into breathless laughter when
Danni colored in the housing and hotel strips on each play square. "St-
st-stop! Hee hee ha ha ha ha hah hah haaaaa! Hee heee! D-Danni!"
"Shh, listen to the rules," Danni chided.
"With normal Monopoly, everybody gets some starting cash and makes
money by going around the board and charging rent to other players who
land on property they've bought. In our game, only Danni and I get the
money. You two have to stay in the game by being tickled!"
Tammi moaned. Beth laughed, toes squirreling.
"For instance," Becky continued, "if you, Tammi, land on Connecticut
Avenue, and I happen to own it, you have to pay me by letting me tickle
you. Five minutes, if there's no property on it. But if I've got a house
on it, it's ten minutes, and if there's a hotel on it, then it's half an
hour. Okay?"
"No, it's not okay!" Tammi said. "It's mean! And what happens if you
land on my property? Do I get to tickle you?"
"Of course not, silly! You see, you and Beth can only buy property
by paying the Bank--"
"In this case, me," Danni said.
"By paying Danni with various increments of tickling on various body
parts. I pay you rent by NOT tickling you. Get it?"
Tammi laid her head back and looked at the clouds. "This really
sucks. You're both sick and twisted."
"I prefer to think of it as being creative," Becky said.
With half the board drawn on Beth, Danni turned her attention to
Tammi, on whom she drew the rest of the playing surface, from Kentucky
Avenue to Boardwalk. Kentucky Avenue went on Tammi's pubis and Boardwalk
went between her breasts. She twisted and giggled under the soft touch
of the pens, and a bright sheen of perspiration had broken out on her
face by the time Danni was done.
Danni dealt the money to herself and Becky, and they chose their
playing pieces. "I want the car," Danni said.
"I get the little top hat. What piece do you want, Tammi?" Becky
asked.
"I don't care."
Becky drew a fingernail up and down one of Tammi's naked soles,
making her squeal. "Pick a piece."
"Eeeeeee! Hee hee! 'Kay, 'kay! Shit--The bell."
"And you, Bethers?" Danni asked.
"The thimble," Beth said quickly, anxious to avoid any tickling she
could.
And they began. Tammi and Beth were nervous from the outset, Beth
more so than Tammi, since it was on her pubic mound that the game
started. Becky put on their pieces on top of her pussy, and couldn't
resist a little rub on her distended clit. "For luck," she said to the
bound girl.
"Thanks," Beth muttered, though the light touch felt wonderful.
"Forgot the card squares." Danni drew a square centered on Beth's
belly button and labelled it "Chance." Beth bucked under the tingling
sensation of the pen tip and knocked their tokens off her pussy. "Hold
still, wriggly girl!" Danni admonished.
"I can't help it! You kept tickling! Hee hee! Oh--hah ha ha!" She
twisted her hips with each new letter Danni wrote until she was done.
Becky went back inside and came back with a roll of Scotch tape.
"Here, so our pieces'll stay put."
"Good idea." They put a roll of tape on each token and pressed them
down on Beth's crotch again. "Much better."
While Danni put the stack of Chance cards on Beth's tummy, Becky
drew the square for the Community Chest on Tammi's tummy, and carefully
labelled it. She drew a lacy border around the box, making Tammi laugh
high-pitched into the late morning air. "Oh, st-stop!" Tammi begged.
"That's e-e-enough! It's d-d-d-ah ha ha ha ha ha! It's d-d-done! Hee
hee!"
Becky put the cards on her belly. "Now, another rule that only
Ticklish Monopoly has--if either of you wriggle too much and knock those
cards off our pretty playing surface, you get penalized with fifteen
minutes of footsie tickling. Okay, Danni, let's start."
Tammi's eyes widened. "You--you're serious?! Dammit, Becky, you
fucking KNOW I can't hold still when I'm tickled! No one can! Fuck you!"
Becky shook her head sadly and made a notation on a three-by-five
card. "THAT just earned you another half hour of tickling, young lady."
Tammi opened her mouth again, only to wither under Becky's glare.
She flopped her head back and watched a flock of mountain birds fly by.
She envied their freedom. They didn't have Danni and Becky as relatives.
"Since I'm the Bank, I get to go first," Danni said.
"We're supposed to roll to see who goes first," Beth said.
"This isn't regular Monopoly, so I get to go first!" Danni told her.
"I'm hardly in a position to argue, I guess..."
Danni smiled warmly and planted a wet, drooly kiss on her forehead.
"That's right, Bethie!" Danni rolled her dice and advanced her token, not
by picking it up and hopping squares, but by scooching it along Beth's
tummy. "Vroom! Vroom!" she said, moving the car along.
The tape on the bottom of the car stuck and popped off Beth's flesh,
pulling on the fine downy hairs. "Eee! Oh--oh, Danni, stop! Heehee hee!"
"Tickle?" Danni asking knowingly. She landed on Oriental Avenue and
bought it for a hundred dollars.
Becky's turn was next, and she moved her top hat along the same way
Danni had moved, teasing it along Beth's blushing belly. "Oops! Went too
far." She moved the token back a couple of squares. "Your turn, Tammi."
"And just how the hell am I s'posed to move my piece?"
"I'll move it for you, Cousin." Becky rolled the dice and moved
Tammi's piece up to Reading Railroad, just to the left of Beth's navel.
Beth giggled and shifted restlessly as the token neared her belly button,
but tried to hold still so as to not upset the cards on her tummy. "Wanna
buy the railroad, Tammi?" Becky asked.
"Not if I have to buy it by being tickled! Forget it."
Becky leaned close to Tammi's face and gently brushed the wavy red
bangs out of her eyes. "If you don't buy any property, you can't win the
game. Don't you want to win?"
"Not particularly."
"Well, here's a newsflash for you, then. If you LOSE, then you get
tickle tortured on the bottoms of your feet, your ribs, and your boobies
for two full hours. Imagine that--two hours of nonstop tickling on all
your most sensitive spots!"
"No! Oh, no--c'mon, Cousin! Stop this! I just wanted to visit--not
be tortured for the whole time I'm here! Be nice, please! Please?"
"Two options," Becky went on, holding up two fingers. "One--be
tickled for two hours after you lose the game. Or, two--be tickled for
a little bit now and have a chance at winning, in which case you get to
tickle Beth, if she loses."
Tammi remembered how Beth had tickled her this morning, when Danni
had let her use a featherduster on her when she was still tied up in bed.
She'd kill for a chance at revenge.
"Now, wait!" Beth wailed. "This isn't at all fair! Let's just
forget--"
"'Kay!" Tammi forced herself to say.
"Good girl," Becky replied.
"And, Beth," Danni said, "remember--it works both ways. If YOU win,
then you get to tickle Tammi."
Beth soft brown eyes hardened. "All right!"
Becky ran down to her vegetable garden at the edge of the deck and
plucked a couple of small sunflowers she grew for decoration. She came
back and straddled Tammi's hips, careful not to knock the cards off her
navel. Looking down at the naked, freckled girl beneath her, stretched
out and helplessly tied, she grinned and raised the flowers. "To buy
Reading Railroad, you have to pay with ten minutes of tickling on your
boobies. Ready?"
Tammi turned her head to one side and shut her eyes tight. "Go
ahead."
Becky applied the sunflowers to the bulbous breasts. Starting with
the right boobie, she drew spirals starting at the base and working her
way up toward the swollen nipple. The soft petals and stamens of the
sunflower faces trailed along Tammi's tender skin with the force of a
tender kiss, and the light touch ingited nerve endings. Tammi giggled and
tried to kick, but her ankles only jerked helplessly against the ropes.
Then she remembered the cards, and used all her willpower to try to stay
still. The job was actually made easier by Becky sitting on her.
Becky spiralled up to the nipple, dabbed it repeatedly with the
flowers, then cruised back down to the base of the boob, then back up.
In less than a minute, Tammi was straining and hiccupping. She threw her
head around, and begged. "N-noo! N-no, I ch-ch-changed my m-m-m-mind! Hah
ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa! I d-d-don't w-wanna do this! Hee heeheeee
heheheheeeeeee! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Stop! St-stop, please!"
"There's no turning back, Tammi," Becky told her. She split up the
flowers and used one on each boob, tickling both at the same time. This
caused Tammi's giggles to erupt into full-bodied laughter, wavering and
high pitched. She could feel her naked cousin bouncing under her, and
watched the big boobies jostle about on her heaving chest. She had no
problem keeping the flowers on them, since Tammi was tied so tightly, and
went on for the full ten minutes, nonstop.
Beth watched, her pussy draining warm lovejuices onto the deck, as
her companion and competitor in bondage was tortured. Tammi's hips bumped
and ground against the side of her ribcage as she struggled, and the
sound of her laughter was sweet in her ears. "Get her, Becky! Tickle her!
Tickle her to death!"
Ten minutes left Tammi's armpits moist and her boobies smeared with
yellow pollen. Becky got off her and put a Title Deed card for the
railroad aside for Tammi. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Tammi didn't answer her, but looked at Beth. "Screw you. I'll win
this game and tickle YOU to death!"
"No way!" Beth said, feeling full of spirit for the first time since
she had tried to escape last night. "I'm going tickle torture your bare
feet!"
"And you'll feel my fingernails on your ribs and armpits!" Tammi
responded. "I'll tickle you on your ribs til you pee all over yourself!"
"That's what I like to see," Danni put in. "A little healthy
competition. Your turn, Beth." Danni rolled the dice and moved Beth's
thimble along the board. "You're going farther than any of us!" Which
meant Danni got to tickle Beth that much longer by sliding the thimble
along her skin until it went past the Jail square and landed on St.
Charles Place. "Wanna buy it?"
Beth clenched her teeth. Buying the property would mean being
tickled, but she HAD to win in order to tickle Tammi. For the first time
in her life, she volunteered for tickling. "Yah."
"Good! Now, because you've demonstrated the good old American
fighting spirit, you get to pick which body part I'm gonna tickle. You
think about it while I go and get the tickly tool." And Danni went inside
the house.
"Tickly tool? What's that?" Beth asked nervously.
"You'll see," replied Becky. "Something to tickle that beautiful
white skin of yours."
Beth swallowed and tensed with the thought of what was coming next.
Danni returned with her hand secretively behind her back. Beth's
eyes followed her as she walked slowly over to her and stood over her
with her ankles on either side of her stomach. "Ready, Beth? Ready to pay
for St. Charles?"
Beth looked up at her, immobile and defenseless in her bondage. "Wh-
what do you have behind your back? What is it?"
"Nothing. Are you ready?"
"I know it's not nothing! Oh, God, I don't think I wanna go through
with this--"
"As Becky said, there's no backing out now." Danni revealed her
"tickly tool." It was a metal telescoping pointer, the kind used in
public speaking presenations. It was a little more than three feet long
full extended. "Don't worry, little bondage baby, I'll get to the point
as fast as I can! Hee hee! But first, the sun's much too nice..."
Danni stripped in rapid fashion, tossing her shirt, jeans, and
panties onto the deck. Tammi, tied as she was, as a good view of her
sister's bare butt and long legs, and felt her clitty stir with increased
vigor. Many times had she taken those muscular buns in her hands,
squeezed them and kneaded them, and pulled them apart to bury her face
between them. Now they were beyond her grasp, and teasing her with their
plump and taut sexiness.
"'Kay, have you decided which part of you I get to tickle?"
Beth pulled her eyes off Danni's big, freckled boobies. "Danni,
don't ask me to do that! Please! I can't decide something like that!"
"If you don't decide, then I get to. Would you rather have ME pick
a tickly spot to play with?" Danni's green eyes narrowed into the kind
of look Beth bet prairie mice saw in the eyes of a descending hawk.
"Oh, God, this is cruel! I can't--"
"Then I pick to tickle your feet."
"NO! No, please, not my feet!"
"Then choose, Beth. Choose in the next five seconds, or I'll have
to tickle your ribs for half an hour. Half an hour, Beth, of pure,
nonstop rib tickling. Think about it. One...two..."
"Danni, please! Please! Not my ribs! They're my most ticklish spot!"
"Three..."
"This is so cruel! Please!"
"Four..."
Beth bit her lip and blurted, "My belly button! Tickle my belly
button!"
"There you are, That's a nice girl." Without waiting, Danni dipped
the pointer down toward Beth's belly, and the bound girl tensed again,
tightening her limbs and belly muscles."Oh, God!" she cried, even more
the tiny metal tip touched her.
Danni beamed, loving it, and stroked the tip in little circles above
her navel. She slowly twirled it, and watched Beth's face.
Beth bit her lip and tried not to snicker as her tormentress started
poking her in the stomach, this time just below her belly button. Each
poke was a little surprise, an intrusion onto her tender tummy, and each
one brought a delicate tickle that made her hiccup deep in her chest.
Danni saw the effect it was having on her, and kept poking around, as if
she were prospecting for something. She prodded the soft flesh of her
lower belly, traced a broken line around the cards stacked on her navel,
then knocked them aside to reveal the little oval well.
"Tickle, tickle!" Danni teased, and poked her way up to the lower
lip of her navel and dallied the tip there, playing with the soft roll
of flesh that led down into Beth's belly button. Beth couldn't hold it,
and her belly undulated with new laughter. Her hiccups continued and
interrupted her laughter with quick, spasmodic breaths.
Danni tickled her for almost five minutes at the rim of her belly
button. She circled it over and over, probing the tip of the pointer
along the very edge, keeping her in suspense as to when she would plunge
the pointer into the sensitive and terribly personal pseudo-orifice. Beth
thrashed beneath her, arms and legs wriggling enough to make the tokens
on her stomach bob on their rolls of tape. Through her nonstop laughter,
she wondered when this cruel redhead would drive her pointer into her
navel and make her scream. When? The suspense made the tickling that much
more intense. When?
Now! Danni bent down and thrust the tip deep into her belly button.
The cold metal filled the deep dimple and pushed hard against the knotted
skin at the bottom. Beth felt it deep into her tummy, and the
indescribably feeling of sudden tickling made her back arch off the deck.
The movement pushed her navel even harder against Danni's probe, and made
it worse.
"Eeeeeeahhh! Hah hah hah haaaaa! Hee heeeeee heeheeheee! Oh, D-D
Dahhnnneee! Hah ha ha ha haa haaa haaaa!"
"God, I love this," Danni said, and twirled the pointer around
inside. She made little circles at first, then bigger ones that stretched
the navel around the pointer. The bigger the circles got the louder and
higher Beth's laughter became, until Danni had her begging for mercy. The
last five minutes of the "payment" were the worst, with the constant
poking, rubbing, and stretching of her belly button. She went limp when
the time was finally up, and gulped for air.
Danni restacked the cards on her tummy, and watched the movements
of her belly as she tried to regain her breath make the cards slip and
slide. "Remember, Beth, if you tip the cards over, you get more
tickling!"
Beth immediately sucked in her breath and tried to breathe in
shallow, controlled breaths. The cards trembled, then settled. One of the
worst things about Danni's breed of tickling was that she always found
a way to deny her victims the chance to express their torment and find
some kind of release in that expression.
Danni rolled again, and bought some more property. The bound girls
tried to relax and recover before their next turns.
Beth didn't know how she would survive this twisted game, but
looking down her own helpless body at Tammi's helpless body, she silently
hoped she would, if just to get a chance to tickle Tammi again.
For a few minutes, the game went on almost as a normal Monopoly
game, except for the fact that the playing surface was a couple of naked
girls tied to a deck. Becky rolled and landed on the Community Chest
playing square, which meant she had to draw a card from the Community
Chest stack.
Reaching for the stack on Tammi's pubis, she said, "There's another
Community Chest here I'd like to raid!" She plucked her card from the
stack and caressed one of Tammi's breasts. "Okay...'Grand Opera opening,
collect fifty dollars from every player for opening night seats,'" she
read from the card.
"Here," Danni said, handing her fifty Monopoly dollars.
"Oh, no," Tammi and Beth said simultaneously. "How do WE pay?" Tammi
asked, afraid that she already knew.
Becky giggled and ran into the house.
"We shoulda brought everything out in one shot," Danni said, laying
on her belly and playfully toying with one of Beth's nipples. "That way
we wouldn't have all these interruptions. Hey, Becky! Bring all the stuff
out, all the stuff on your bed, 'kay?"
"Yah..." was the distant reply through the screen door.
Danni licked Beth's nipple, and Beth crooned. With each lick, the
nipple swelled, until it stood up stiff with a gently puckered tip. Danni
rolled it between her fingers, added a few more licks, then took it in
her mouth and sucked hard. Beth's eyes rolled as warm and sensuous
feelings ran through her over-aroused body. "Oh, hhhh, ohhhhhhhh,
yessssss...that's ssssooo nice...harder, harder...oh, yesssssss...hhh..."
Becky returned and put her implements down just behind Tammi's head,
where neither girl could see them. She picked up a set of watercolors and
a couple of paintbrushes. "Tammi, you pay by letting me paint your
tootsies. Beth, you can pay me by letting me charge your ribs."
"What? What's that?"
Danni jumped up and caught the nine-volt battery Becky tossed her.
"Danni, you can collect my payment from Beth for me."
"Cool!" Danni knelt above Beth's head, with her knees on either side
of her armpits. "Ready for a battery of tests?"
Beth just looked at her.
"No sense of humor..."
Becky sat at Tammi's feet, beside where Danni knelt at Beth's head.
She looked at her cousin's naked feet. The toes wriggled in fear. "Now,
let's start with drawing a little sun on your cute little tootsieprints!"
She dipped a narrow-bristle brush in her jar of water, then swirled it
in the yellow well of the watercolors.
Tammi watched, and winced at Becky's friendly smile. She laid her
head back and prayed for strength. Her feet were so ticklish...
The first touch of the brush on the underside of her big toe made
her flinch. "Oh, sooo tickly!" Becky exclaimed, applying swirls of paint
to the pink, wriggling toe until its bottom was covered with yellow
spots. She added some purple polka dots, all over the bottom and the base
of the toe. She pulled it away from the other toes and layered polka dots
all the way around it. When Tammi's big toe was completely covered with
paint splotches, she started on the next one, and worked her way down the
line.
Tammi's feet flexed and wriggled with each touch of the soft
bristles, and her wrists worked useleslly against the ropes holding her
to the deck. A few minutes of tootsie painting left her breathless with
giggles. "P-p pleeehee hee hee heeeze, stop!"
"Oh, does it tickle, Tammi?"
"You fucking know it does! St-stop, please!"
"It doesn't tickle that much. It's just a little brush. Now, if I
were to do THIS while painting your toes, THAT would tickle!" Becky
scratched her instep with her fingernails, and Tammi's pleas were drowned
in hysteria. "Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Hee heee heeeeeee!
Hah hah ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahahaha haaaaa! N-n-nooo! Oh-G-G-God--hah
hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!" In her new struggles, Tammi upset the
Community Chest cards, and they slid onto the deck.
"That's a shame," Becky said.
Danni showed the battery to Beth, whose eyes rounded. "Wh-what're
you gonna do with that? Please, take it away!"
"Don't worry, Beth, it's not fully charged. A fully-charged battery
would hurt, and I would NEVER hurt you! This's just an old battery. Now,
to prepare you--" Danni bent down and ran her tongue over the left side
of her ribcage.
Beth bucked and knocked the cards off her pussy. She tried to
apologize for it, but the feeling of Danni's tongue teasing its way up
and down her bare ribs started a deluge of laughter that wouldn't stop
until Danni did. Danni licked and licked, pressing the flat of her tongue
hard against the delicate ribs, pushing it in between them as she
traveled the length of Beth's slender ribcage. When she reached the
lowest rib, she reversed and went back up, leaving a broad wet strip
parallel to the first one. Beth blurted a new laugh with each rib her
tongue bumped over, and as she approached the open and vulnerable armpit,
the laughter turned into desperate squeals.
Danni licked that side until it was covered with warm spit, then did
the other side the same way. A slow, moist tongue against sweat-salty
skin, leaving trails that meandered across supremely ticklish ribs. When
she was done, a light breeze chilled Beth's torso and made her shiver.
"Now the battery!" Danni said. She lightly touched the two terminals
to the tip of her tongue. "Ouch! Well, it won't hurt on normal skin.
Ready?"
"No! Why are you doing this to me?! God, no!"
Danni touched the battery contacts to her ribs. Beth jumped, more
out of anticipation than because it hurt. She felt the jazz of
electricity, conducted by Danni's saliva on her skin, zip into her chest,
and she giggled. It didn't hurt at all--it tickled!
Danni lifted the battery and planted it a few ribs down, and Beth
squirmed against her bonds. "How's that feel?" Danni asked.
"Hee hee! Stop! D-don't do it again! Eeee!" Her thighs tensed and
her titties jumped as the next jolt entered her chest. "Ohh! That's m-
mean! St-stop! EEEEEEE!"
Danni hopscotched the battery down along her side, tapping each and
every rib, then going back up to her underarm. Beth's squeaks turned, as
they inevitably did, into laughter, and Danni sped up her ministrations
and bounced the battery from side to side. She kept Beth guessing as to
where the battery would come down next, and so she couldn't get at all
used to the sensations. A touch on the left, another on the right; then
two or three down the left side, and a long zap to the right on that
special rib halfway down that always made Beth howl.
And Beth howled. Her face turned red and her butt bounced up and
down on the deck. Danni exchanged a happy glance with Becky, and starting
tracing Beth's ribs. She trailed the battery along each one, from sternum
to where Beth's side met the deck. Her skin reddened wherever the battery
touched it, and soon both sides blushed.
"Hold still, Tammi, you're making such a fuss over a little brush!"
Becky painted a golden lightning bolt on each tootsie on the right foot,
and tiny happy faces on the toes of the left, painting over the suns
she'd put on minutes ago. She had to grip each toe with one hand and
paint with the other, since Tammi's nervous system had gone wild and
wouldn't hold her toes still for her.
Each smiley face was a torment. Just when Tammi thought she was
getting herself under control and the tickling subsided, Becky surprised
her with another gauge brush with different bristles, and ever more
intricate pictures for her toes. Then Tammi burst out with new squeals,
and whenever she felt those terrible nails on her soles she screamed.
Beneath her, the deck groaned with her struggles against the bolts she
was roped to. Her wrists and ankles felt raw.
"Pleeeeze! Please, B-B-Beckeeeeee! Hah hah haha haaaa! N-no more!
N-not the little toe again! NOT AGAIN! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah
hah hah hah haaaaa! Aaaahhhhhahahahahahahahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah
haaa! Not THAT toe! Hah haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
She didn't care any more if she got to tickle Beth or not. She just
wanted the horrible torture to stop. She would've given her cousin
anything, sworn to do anything, to make her stop. Every part of her nude
body, her spasming clit and her engorged nipples and her agonized toes,
was on fire, burning in a hellish furnace of endless tickling. And she
was utterly powerless to stop it. A few simple ropes was all it took to
keep her helpless for tickle torment.
It went on for a lot longer than ten minutes. For Beth and Tammi,
time stood still, but the hourly chime on Danni's watch reminded her of
how long they'd been tickling. She held the battery against Beth's side
and stroked it up and down while she looked at her watch. "Oops."
Through the haze of her own torture, Beth heard Danni's carefree
comment and couldn't believe the girl's apathy to her suffering. Not
apathy, she realized--Danni loved tickling, and would make any excuse to
prolong it.
"We went a little long, Becky," said Danni. She swirling the battery
around a boobie, and since she hadn't licked the skin there, it didn't
tickle as much, but Beth's own perspiration was enough to make it tickle
enough to keep her helplessly giggling.
"Hang on, almost done." Becky finished up putting a pair of
sunglasses on the smiley on Tammi's second toe, then set the brush down.
"Whose turn is it?"
"Tammi's," Danni said, and rolled the dice. "By the way, Beth
knocked her cards over."
"So did Tammi. They're very careless." Becky restacked the cards on
their navels.
"Very. You both get another fifteen minutes of tickling on the
bottoms of your feet for that. We'll do that once the game's over."
The game went on. Eventually the tokens moved off Beth and onto
Tammi, who giggled insanely every time someone moved her piece. Tammi
landed on some property Danni owned, and had to pay her with ten minutes
of tummy tickling. Danni removed the cards and used her fingers, racing
them over Tammi. "Feel free to wriggle around, since you don't have the
cards on your tummy."
Tammi struggled under her sister's tender touch, and Becky taped
them with the camcorder. She got a lot of close-ups of the twins' faces:
Danni's glowing with pleasure, Tammi's red and clenched with forced
laughter. She taped several minutes of Tammi's breasts energetically
bouncing, and just as much footage of her feet thrashing. Tammi's feet
always looked like they were being tickled, whether or not anybody was
actually touching them.
After that, Beth had the good fortune not to land on property anyone
owned, and after the last tickling, opted not to buy anymore. Danni
shrugged, and rolled the dice. Since they were playing on Tammi, Beth had
a few minutes to recover. During that time, she looked at Tammi's pink
feet, vowing to have them helpless in her power sometime before this
crazy weekend was over. She wanted, more than anything, to eat every one
of those darling tootsies, to massage those arches, and to see what a
feather would do if used on those feet nonstop for an hour or more...
"No! No, it's not fair! C'mon Danni, don't be a bitch!" Tammi shook
her head.
Danni looked surprised. "I can't believe you're calling me names,
considering you're the one who's tied up. And it's hardly my fault that
you landed on a Chance square and had to draw a Chance card. Like I had
anything to do with it."
Beth blinked and looked up. "Which card is it? I hope it's something
really terrible!"
"Shut up, Beth," Tammi said.
"Shut up yourself. I'm going to torture your feet when this game's
over."
Danni read the card. "'Advance token to the nearest railroad and pay
owner twice the rental to which he is overwise entitled.' And the nearest
railroad is mine."
"You don't own Short Line! And the rules say I can buy the nearest
railroad if nobody owns it, and you don't own it. So there!" Tammi looked
pleased for the first time in a long time.
Danni picked up her token and plunked it down on the Short Line
Railroad, then put some of her money into the Bannk's stack of bills.
"There. NOW I own it. So pay up."
Tammi glared. "You can't do that! You can't just move your piece
whenever you want! I don't believe you! You're such a cheater! You never
could play a game without cheating. You do NOT own Short Line. I don't
care what you say."
Danni picked a new instrument from behind Tammi's head, the hair
brush she'd brought from home, and settled next to her. "You know, baby
sister, you oughta care a lot about what I say. I say you have to pay me
double rent, and that means twenty minutes of armpit tickling."
Tammi sighed. "You'll do anything to tickle me, won't you? You'll
break any rule just to get your way. Someday--"
"Someday somebody'll make me pay for all my bullshit. Someday
somebody'll not take my crap. Someday somebody'll tie ME up and tickle
me. I've heard all this before, Sis. Let's get to the tickling!" Danni
used the hairbrush on Tammi's clean-shaven underarm to scrub the pale
pink skin. Tammi's laughter filled the backyard and made everybody smile.
Danni straddled her and took Becky's hairbrush to use on the other
underarm. Scrubbing both armpits for a couple of minutes made Tammi's
nipples hard again and made sweet secretions spill from her pussy. Danni
leaned down and planted her lips on her sister's. Continuing to scrub,
she kept Tammi from laughing with her own mouth, and probed the familiar
contours and textures of her sister's mouth and tongue.
Tammi's eyes were wide and staring, and saliva dribbled from her
mouth, and her heart pounded erratically. Boiling panic rose inside her
chest and surged into her throat, panic fired by nonstop tickling. She
feared she would suffocate, feared she would die from the irresistable
and uncontrollable sensations of tickle torture.
"Koochie, koochie!" Beth cried. "Tickle, tickle! Ha ha ha! I love
it! Tickle her for an hour, Danni! Don't stop at just twenty minutes--she
deserves hours of torture!"
Becky ambled over to Beth and looked down at her. "You like how
Danni's tickling her sister? Hm?"
Animosity temporarily forgotten, Beth's eyes shined. "Yes! She
deserves it. She deserves as much tickling as Danni can dish out."
"I bet you'd like to tickle Tammi again."
"Yup! I'd torture her!"
Becky kissed her, and, in her arousal, Beth kissed back. The kiss
turned into a long and deep mutual tonguing that became frantic when
Becky massaged her bare breasts. Gently pinching her stiff nipples drove
Beth's tongue as far into her mouth as it would go. Beth had been
transported from hell to heaven, as she kissed and was kissed by this
beautiful girl, and heard Tammi's screeching laughter in her ears. She
lounged in her bondage, pleasantly helpless for Becky.
When the kiss ended and Becky continued rubbing her tits, Beth
spared half a thought about her feelings. She actually loved the
captivity of bondage, which kept her immobile to receive unbearably wild
and intense sexual excitment. Just as long as there wasn't any
tickling...
Though she had to admit, deep inside, with that secret silent voice
only she herself heard, that tickling did increase her arousal by
tremendous amounts, amounts she had never thought possible before. The
agony of tickling brought on the ecstatic transport of sexual bliss.
But tickling was still tickling, and it was still unbearable
torture!
"Mmmmm-hmm! Hmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm-mm!" Tammi pleaded wordlessly into
Danni's mouth. The hair brushes sped across her armpits, teasing her into
a desire to die to escape the excruciating punishment. She writhed as her
bangs matted to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes rolled back in her
head, and after another few minutes of tickling without being allowed to
laugh, she peed.
Beth watched in fascination as the golden stream spurted from
Tammi's pussy with all the energy of a girl under torture. It reached up
into the clear, Northern Californian air, and splattered the redwood deck
between Tammi's ankles. The pool of pee grew until the stream weakened.
The steamy arc shortened and made a squiggly path along the deck from
Tammi's ankles to her knees, and finally up between her spread thighs.
It ended with sporadic dribbles that wetted her already-damp pussy and
trickled down between her buttocks.
Danni tickled for half an hour, then got off her. "There, now you
can stay on the Short Line. Isn't this a fun game, Tammi?"
Tammi wheezed, eyes bloodshot, face shining with hot sweat. "Hhh...I
hate you...hh..."
"I know you do. You hate those you love. Shall we go on with the
game?"
Becky gave each of Beth's nipples a final pinch, and picked up the
dice so she could roll for her. "By all means!"
new ropes holding her down. "There we are, Bethie-wethie. I'll be right
back, 'kay? Don't go anywhere! Hee hee!"
"God, you're a riot," Beth muttered as Danni bounced back inside the
house.
As usual and as before, Beth was tied securely, a naked, helpless
toy for Danni's amusement. It was no different for Tammi, Danni's sister.
She was tied beside Beth, her limbs also immobilized with soft Nylon
rope, and she wriggled restlessly. She made wordless cooing sounds, as
if she were trying to bring herself off by the sound of her voice alone.
Beth had watched, herself aroused to heights far beyond anything she had
previously experienced, as Danni and Becky had teased and tickled Tammi
into a frenzy, and the redhead was now on the verge of orgasm, and
desperate for sexual release.
Beth laid her head back and looked at the shining blue, cloudless
sky. Her pulse was loud in her ears, her blood was hot in her face and
chest, and her clitty was itchy and twitchy in her pussy. Her toes flexed
and bunched in frustration. Beth had never been denied orgasm for so
long, and had never been subjected to the insane torture of prolonged
bondage tickling--her body tingled, pounded, and pulsated with new
sensations that could not be ignored.
The two girls were bound on Becky's back deck. Danni and Becky had
laid them with their heads and feet in opposite directions, with their
legs straight and spread and their hands behind their heads. They were
side by side, close enough that Beth's ribs brushed Tammi's hip. Each had
one leg, the leg opposite the other girl, pulled as far to the side as
it would go, presumably to expose their pussies for tickling. Their
wrists and ankles were tied to rugged steel bolts that protruded from the
deck. At first Beth had thought the projecting bolts were a result of
poor craftsmanship, but Becky had told her, while they had tied them
down, that she had left the bolts sticking up for just this purpose.
They were both naked, but it wasn't as cold as it had been
yesterday. California's crazy weather was continuing--it had snowed for
the last few days, and now, at eleven in the morning, it was already warm
enough to lay out in the full sun and be comfortable.
Comfortable, Beth thought, if it weren't for these ropes. And the
fact that I've been almost tickled to death...
"Tammi--" she said.
"Wh-what? God, I've gotta cum or I'm gonna go crazy!"
"Yah, I know the feeling. Dammit...listen, Tammi, is there ANY way
we can get them to stop doing this to us?"
Tammi Arcadia raised her head to try to look at Beth. Her misty
green sparkled with imprisoned sexual energy. "No. I'm afraid there's no
stopping Danni once she gets on a roll. And, shit, she and Becky are on
one hell of a roll! Shit, I've gotta cum!" She bucked her hips as hard
as she could, but Becky had pulled her legs completely straight before
tying her, and now she had virtually no freedom of movement. Her bubbly
pussy was helpless against the surging tide of sexual frustration
crashing against it.
"All right! Here we are," Danni said when she and Becky came out
onto the deck. Becky carried a Commeorative Edition of Monopoly, in a tin
box set, and Danni carried a new package of felt tip markers. "Ready,
girls?"
"Danni, please--" Beth started to beg.
Danni put her finger to her lips and shushed her. "Don't worry,
we'll get started. But part of the fun of Ticklish Monopoly is drawing
the board." She opened the package and took out a black felt tip marker.
She snugged the cap on the end of the marker, and knelt next to Beth.
"Draw the board?! What're you talking about? Hey, st-stop! That
tickles! N n-noooo! Hee hee hee!"
Danni hunkered down and started sketching a Monopoly board on Beth's
tummy. The tip of the marker rasped against her white flesh, leaving a
thick black line behind it, and tickling all the way. Beth struggled as
her giggles rose, and Danni put a firm hand on her midriff to hold her
still. It made it hard for Beth to breathe, and made her giggles that
much more intense. Danni drew in the boxes for half the normal Monopoly
board on her, starting with the Go square below her belly button, on her
bare, shaved pubic mound, and ending with Free Parking, which she put
between her titties.
While Danni added some color to the board with the other markers,
Becky opened the Monopoly set and laid out the elements of the game.
"Now," she said, "the rules for Ticklish Monopoly are a little different
than they are for regular Monopoly, so both of you listen. Beth, please
be quiet."
Beth giggled incessantly, and broke into breathless laughter when
Danni colored in the housing and hotel strips on each play square. "St-
st-stop! Hee hee ha ha ha ha hah hah haaaaa! Hee heee! D-Danni!"
"Shh, listen to the rules," Danni chided.
"With normal Monopoly, everybody gets some starting cash and makes
money by going around the board and charging rent to other players who
land on property they've bought. In our game, only Danni and I get the
money. You two have to stay in the game by being tickled!"
Tammi moaned. Beth laughed, toes squirreling.
"For instance," Becky continued, "if you, Tammi, land on Connecticut
Avenue, and I happen to own it, you have to pay me by letting me tickle
you. Five minutes, if there's no property on it. But if I've got a house
on it, it's ten minutes, and if there's a hotel on it, then it's half an
hour. Okay?"
"No, it's not okay!" Tammi said. "It's mean! And what happens if you
land on my property? Do I get to tickle you?"
"Of course not, silly! You see, you and Beth can only buy property
by paying the Bank--"
"In this case, me," Danni said.
"By paying Danni with various increments of tickling on various body
parts. I pay you rent by NOT tickling you. Get it?"
Tammi laid her head back and looked at the clouds. "This really
sucks. You're both sick and twisted."
"I prefer to think of it as being creative," Becky said.
With half the board drawn on Beth, Danni turned her attention to
Tammi, on whom she drew the rest of the playing surface, from Kentucky
Avenue to Boardwalk. Kentucky Avenue went on Tammi's pubis and Boardwalk
went between her breasts. She twisted and giggled under the soft touch
of the pens, and a bright sheen of perspiration had broken out on her
face by the time Danni was done.
Danni dealt the money to herself and Becky, and they chose their
playing pieces. "I want the car," Danni said.
"I get the little top hat. What piece do you want, Tammi?" Becky
asked.
"I don't care."
Becky drew a fingernail up and down one of Tammi's naked soles,
making her squeal. "Pick a piece."
"Eeeeeee! Hee hee! 'Kay, 'kay! Shit--The bell."
"And you, Bethers?" Danni asked.
"The thimble," Beth said quickly, anxious to avoid any tickling she
could.
And they began. Tammi and Beth were nervous from the outset, Beth
more so than Tammi, since it was on her pubic mound that the game
started. Becky put on their pieces on top of her pussy, and couldn't
resist a little rub on her distended clit. "For luck," she said to the
bound girl.
"Thanks," Beth muttered, though the light touch felt wonderful.
"Forgot the card squares." Danni drew a square centered on Beth's
belly button and labelled it "Chance." Beth bucked under the tingling
sensation of the pen tip and knocked their tokens off her pussy. "Hold
still, wriggly girl!" Danni admonished.
"I can't help it! You kept tickling! Hee hee! Oh--hah ha ha!" She
twisted her hips with each new letter Danni wrote until she was done.
Becky went back inside and came back with a roll of Scotch tape.
"Here, so our pieces'll stay put."
"Good idea." They put a roll of tape on each token and pressed them
down on Beth's crotch again. "Much better."
While Danni put the stack of Chance cards on Beth's tummy, Becky
drew the square for the Community Chest on Tammi's tummy, and carefully
labelled it. She drew a lacy border around the box, making Tammi laugh
high-pitched into the late morning air. "Oh, st-stop!" Tammi begged.
"That's e-e-enough! It's d-d-d-ah ha ha ha ha ha! It's d-d-done! Hee
hee!"
Becky put the cards on her belly. "Now, another rule that only
Ticklish Monopoly has--if either of you wriggle too much and knock those
cards off our pretty playing surface, you get penalized with fifteen
minutes of footsie tickling. Okay, Danni, let's start."
Tammi's eyes widened. "You--you're serious?! Dammit, Becky, you
fucking KNOW I can't hold still when I'm tickled! No one can! Fuck you!"
Becky shook her head sadly and made a notation on a three-by-five
card. "THAT just earned you another half hour of tickling, young lady."
Tammi opened her mouth again, only to wither under Becky's glare.
She flopped her head back and watched a flock of mountain birds fly by.
She envied their freedom. They didn't have Danni and Becky as relatives.
"Since I'm the Bank, I get to go first," Danni said.
"We're supposed to roll to see who goes first," Beth said.
"This isn't regular Monopoly, so I get to go first!" Danni told her.
"I'm hardly in a position to argue, I guess..."
Danni smiled warmly and planted a wet, drooly kiss on her forehead.
"That's right, Bethie!" Danni rolled her dice and advanced her token, not
by picking it up and hopping squares, but by scooching it along Beth's
tummy. "Vroom! Vroom!" she said, moving the car along.
The tape on the bottom of the car stuck and popped off Beth's flesh,
pulling on the fine downy hairs. "Eee! Oh--oh, Danni, stop! Heehee hee!"
"Tickle?" Danni asking knowingly. She landed on Oriental Avenue and
bought it for a hundred dollars.
Becky's turn was next, and she moved her top hat along the same way
Danni had moved, teasing it along Beth's blushing belly. "Oops! Went too
far." She moved the token back a couple of squares. "Your turn, Tammi."
"And just how the hell am I s'posed to move my piece?"
"I'll move it for you, Cousin." Becky rolled the dice and moved
Tammi's piece up to Reading Railroad, just to the left of Beth's navel.
Beth giggled and shifted restlessly as the token neared her belly button,
but tried to hold still so as to not upset the cards on her tummy. "Wanna
buy the railroad, Tammi?" Becky asked.
"Not if I have to buy it by being tickled! Forget it."
Becky leaned close to Tammi's face and gently brushed the wavy red
bangs out of her eyes. "If you don't buy any property, you can't win the
game. Don't you want to win?"
"Not particularly."
"Well, here's a newsflash for you, then. If you LOSE, then you get
tickle tortured on the bottoms of your feet, your ribs, and your boobies
for two full hours. Imagine that--two hours of nonstop tickling on all
your most sensitive spots!"
"No! Oh, no--c'mon, Cousin! Stop this! I just wanted to visit--not
be tortured for the whole time I'm here! Be nice, please! Please?"
"Two options," Becky went on, holding up two fingers. "One--be
tickled for two hours after you lose the game. Or, two--be tickled for
a little bit now and have a chance at winning, in which case you get to
tickle Beth, if she loses."
Tammi remembered how Beth had tickled her this morning, when Danni
had let her use a featherduster on her when she was still tied up in bed.
She'd kill for a chance at revenge.
"Now, wait!" Beth wailed. "This isn't at all fair! Let's just
forget--"
"'Kay!" Tammi forced herself to say.
"Good girl," Becky replied.
"And, Beth," Danni said, "remember--it works both ways. If YOU win,
then you get to tickle Tammi."
Beth soft brown eyes hardened. "All right!"
Becky ran down to her vegetable garden at the edge of the deck and
plucked a couple of small sunflowers she grew for decoration. She came
back and straddled Tammi's hips, careful not to knock the cards off her
navel. Looking down at the naked, freckled girl beneath her, stretched
out and helplessly tied, she grinned and raised the flowers. "To buy
Reading Railroad, you have to pay with ten minutes of tickling on your
boobies. Ready?"
Tammi turned her head to one side and shut her eyes tight. "Go
ahead."
Becky applied the sunflowers to the bulbous breasts. Starting with
the right boobie, she drew spirals starting at the base and working her
way up toward the swollen nipple. The soft petals and stamens of the
sunflower faces trailed along Tammi's tender skin with the force of a
tender kiss, and the light touch ingited nerve endings. Tammi giggled and
tried to kick, but her ankles only jerked helplessly against the ropes.
Then she remembered the cards, and used all her willpower to try to stay
still. The job was actually made easier by Becky sitting on her.
Becky spiralled up to the nipple, dabbed it repeatedly with the
flowers, then cruised back down to the base of the boob, then back up.
In less than a minute, Tammi was straining and hiccupping. She threw her
head around, and begged. "N-noo! N-no, I ch-ch-changed my m-m-m-mind! Hah
ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa! I d-d-don't w-wanna do this! Hee heeheeee
heheheheeeeeee! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Stop! St-stop, please!"
"There's no turning back, Tammi," Becky told her. She split up the
flowers and used one on each boob, tickling both at the same time. This
caused Tammi's giggles to erupt into full-bodied laughter, wavering and
high pitched. She could feel her naked cousin bouncing under her, and
watched the big boobies jostle about on her heaving chest. She had no
problem keeping the flowers on them, since Tammi was tied so tightly, and
went on for the full ten minutes, nonstop.
Beth watched, her pussy draining warm lovejuices onto the deck, as
her companion and competitor in bondage was tortured. Tammi's hips bumped
and ground against the side of her ribcage as she struggled, and the
sound of her laughter was sweet in her ears. "Get her, Becky! Tickle her!
Tickle her to death!"
Ten minutes left Tammi's armpits moist and her boobies smeared with
yellow pollen. Becky got off her and put a Title Deed card for the
railroad aside for Tammi. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Tammi didn't answer her, but looked at Beth. "Screw you. I'll win
this game and tickle YOU to death!"
"No way!" Beth said, feeling full of spirit for the first time since
she had tried to escape last night. "I'm going tickle torture your bare
feet!"
"And you'll feel my fingernails on your ribs and armpits!" Tammi
responded. "I'll tickle you on your ribs til you pee all over yourself!"
"That's what I like to see," Danni put in. "A little healthy
competition. Your turn, Beth." Danni rolled the dice and moved Beth's
thimble along the board. "You're going farther than any of us!" Which
meant Danni got to tickle Beth that much longer by sliding the thimble
along her skin until it went past the Jail square and landed on St.
Charles Place. "Wanna buy it?"
Beth clenched her teeth. Buying the property would mean being
tickled, but she HAD to win in order to tickle Tammi. For the first time
in her life, she volunteered for tickling. "Yah."
"Good! Now, because you've demonstrated the good old American
fighting spirit, you get to pick which body part I'm gonna tickle. You
think about it while I go and get the tickly tool." And Danni went inside
the house.
"Tickly tool? What's that?" Beth asked nervously.
"You'll see," replied Becky. "Something to tickle that beautiful
white skin of yours."
Beth swallowed and tensed with the thought of what was coming next.
Danni returned with her hand secretively behind her back. Beth's
eyes followed her as she walked slowly over to her and stood over her
with her ankles on either side of her stomach. "Ready, Beth? Ready to pay
for St. Charles?"
Beth looked up at her, immobile and defenseless in her bondage. "Wh-
what do you have behind your back? What is it?"
"Nothing. Are you ready?"
"I know it's not nothing! Oh, God, I don't think I wanna go through
with this--"
"As Becky said, there's no backing out now." Danni revealed her
"tickly tool." It was a metal telescoping pointer, the kind used in
public speaking presenations. It was a little more than three feet long
full extended. "Don't worry, little bondage baby, I'll get to the point
as fast as I can! Hee hee! But first, the sun's much too nice..."
Danni stripped in rapid fashion, tossing her shirt, jeans, and
panties onto the deck. Tammi, tied as she was, as a good view of her
sister's bare butt and long legs, and felt her clitty stir with increased
vigor. Many times had she taken those muscular buns in her hands,
squeezed them and kneaded them, and pulled them apart to bury her face
between them. Now they were beyond her grasp, and teasing her with their
plump and taut sexiness.
"'Kay, have you decided which part of you I get to tickle?"
Beth pulled her eyes off Danni's big, freckled boobies. "Danni,
don't ask me to do that! Please! I can't decide something like that!"
"If you don't decide, then I get to. Would you rather have ME pick
a tickly spot to play with?" Danni's green eyes narrowed into the kind
of look Beth bet prairie mice saw in the eyes of a descending hawk.
"Oh, God, this is cruel! I can't--"
"Then I pick to tickle your feet."
"NO! No, please, not my feet!"
"Then choose, Beth. Choose in the next five seconds, or I'll have
to tickle your ribs for half an hour. Half an hour, Beth, of pure,
nonstop rib tickling. Think about it. One...two..."
"Danni, please! Please! Not my ribs! They're my most ticklish spot!"
"Three..."
"This is so cruel! Please!"
"Four..."
Beth bit her lip and blurted, "My belly button! Tickle my belly
button!"
"There you are, That's a nice girl." Without waiting, Danni dipped
the pointer down toward Beth's belly, and the bound girl tensed again,
tightening her limbs and belly muscles."Oh, God!" she cried, even more
the tiny metal tip touched her.
Danni beamed, loving it, and stroked the tip in little circles above
her navel. She slowly twirled it, and watched Beth's face.
Beth bit her lip and tried not to snicker as her tormentress started
poking her in the stomach, this time just below her belly button. Each
poke was a little surprise, an intrusion onto her tender tummy, and each
one brought a delicate tickle that made her hiccup deep in her chest.
Danni saw the effect it was having on her, and kept poking around, as if
she were prospecting for something. She prodded the soft flesh of her
lower belly, traced a broken line around the cards stacked on her navel,
then knocked them aside to reveal the little oval well.
"Tickle, tickle!" Danni teased, and poked her way up to the lower
lip of her navel and dallied the tip there, playing with the soft roll
of flesh that led down into Beth's belly button. Beth couldn't hold it,
and her belly undulated with new laughter. Her hiccups continued and
interrupted her laughter with quick, spasmodic breaths.
Danni tickled her for almost five minutes at the rim of her belly
button. She circled it over and over, probing the tip of the pointer
along the very edge, keeping her in suspense as to when she would plunge
the pointer into the sensitive and terribly personal pseudo-orifice. Beth
thrashed beneath her, arms and legs wriggling enough to make the tokens
on her stomach bob on their rolls of tape. Through her nonstop laughter,
she wondered when this cruel redhead would drive her pointer into her
navel and make her scream. When? The suspense made the tickling that much
more intense. When?
Now! Danni bent down and thrust the tip deep into her belly button.
The cold metal filled the deep dimple and pushed hard against the knotted
skin at the bottom. Beth felt it deep into her tummy, and the
indescribably feeling of sudden tickling made her back arch off the deck.
The movement pushed her navel even harder against Danni's probe, and made
it worse.
"Eeeeeeahhh! Hah hah hah haaaaa! Hee heeeeee heeheeheee! Oh, D-D
Dahhnnneee! Hah ha ha ha haa haaa haaaa!"
"God, I love this," Danni said, and twirled the pointer around
inside. She made little circles at first, then bigger ones that stretched
the navel around the pointer. The bigger the circles got the louder and
higher Beth's laughter became, until Danni had her begging for mercy. The
last five minutes of the "payment" were the worst, with the constant
poking, rubbing, and stretching of her belly button. She went limp when
the time was finally up, and gulped for air.
Danni restacked the cards on her tummy, and watched the movements
of her belly as she tried to regain her breath make the cards slip and
slide. "Remember, Beth, if you tip the cards over, you get more
tickling!"
Beth immediately sucked in her breath and tried to breathe in
shallow, controlled breaths. The cards trembled, then settled. One of the
worst things about Danni's breed of tickling was that she always found
a way to deny her victims the chance to express their torment and find
some kind of release in that expression.
Danni rolled again, and bought some more property. The bound girls
tried to relax and recover before their next turns.
Beth didn't know how she would survive this twisted game, but
looking down her own helpless body at Tammi's helpless body, she silently
hoped she would, if just to get a chance to tickle Tammi again.
For a few minutes, the game went on almost as a normal Monopoly
game, except for the fact that the playing surface was a couple of naked
girls tied to a deck. Becky rolled and landed on the Community Chest
playing square, which meant she had to draw a card from the Community
Chest stack.
Reaching for the stack on Tammi's pubis, she said, "There's another
Community Chest here I'd like to raid!" She plucked her card from the
stack and caressed one of Tammi's breasts. "Okay...'Grand Opera opening,
collect fifty dollars from every player for opening night seats,'" she
read from the card.
"Here," Danni said, handing her fifty Monopoly dollars.
"Oh, no," Tammi and Beth said simultaneously. "How do WE pay?" Tammi
asked, afraid that she already knew.
Becky giggled and ran into the house.
"We shoulda brought everything out in one shot," Danni said, laying
on her belly and playfully toying with one of Beth's nipples. "That way
we wouldn't have all these interruptions. Hey, Becky! Bring all the stuff
out, all the stuff on your bed, 'kay?"
"Yah..." was the distant reply through the screen door.
Danni licked Beth's nipple, and Beth crooned. With each lick, the
nipple swelled, until it stood up stiff with a gently puckered tip. Danni
rolled it between her fingers, added a few more licks, then took it in
her mouth and sucked hard. Beth's eyes rolled as warm and sensuous
feelings ran through her over-aroused body. "Oh, hhhh, ohhhhhhhh,
yessssss...that's ssssooo nice...harder, harder...oh, yesssssss...hhh..."
Becky returned and put her implements down just behind Tammi's head,
where neither girl could see them. She picked up a set of watercolors and
a couple of paintbrushes. "Tammi, you pay by letting me paint your
tootsies. Beth, you can pay me by letting me charge your ribs."
"What? What's that?"
Danni jumped up and caught the nine-volt battery Becky tossed her.
"Danni, you can collect my payment from Beth for me."
"Cool!" Danni knelt above Beth's head, with her knees on either side
of her armpits. "Ready for a battery of tests?"
Beth just looked at her.
"No sense of humor..."
Becky sat at Tammi's feet, beside where Danni knelt at Beth's head.
She looked at her cousin's naked feet. The toes wriggled in fear. "Now,
let's start with drawing a little sun on your cute little tootsieprints!"
She dipped a narrow-bristle brush in her jar of water, then swirled it
in the yellow well of the watercolors.
Tammi watched, and winced at Becky's friendly smile. She laid her
head back and prayed for strength. Her feet were so ticklish...
The first touch of the brush on the underside of her big toe made
her flinch. "Oh, sooo tickly!" Becky exclaimed, applying swirls of paint
to the pink, wriggling toe until its bottom was covered with yellow
spots. She added some purple polka dots, all over the bottom and the base
of the toe. She pulled it away from the other toes and layered polka dots
all the way around it. When Tammi's big toe was completely covered with
paint splotches, she started on the next one, and worked her way down the
line.
Tammi's feet flexed and wriggled with each touch of the soft
bristles, and her wrists worked useleslly against the ropes holding her
to the deck. A few minutes of tootsie painting left her breathless with
giggles. "P-p pleeehee hee hee heeeze, stop!"
"Oh, does it tickle, Tammi?"
"You fucking know it does! St-stop, please!"
"It doesn't tickle that much. It's just a little brush. Now, if I
were to do THIS while painting your toes, THAT would tickle!" Becky
scratched her instep with her fingernails, and Tammi's pleas were drowned
in hysteria. "Ahhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Hee heee heeeeeee!
Hah hah ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahahaha haaaaa! N-n-nooo! Oh-G-G-God--hah
hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!" In her new struggles, Tammi upset the
Community Chest cards, and they slid onto the deck.
"That's a shame," Becky said.
Danni showed the battery to Beth, whose eyes rounded. "Wh-what're
you gonna do with that? Please, take it away!"
"Don't worry, Beth, it's not fully charged. A fully-charged battery
would hurt, and I would NEVER hurt you! This's just an old battery. Now,
to prepare you--" Danni bent down and ran her tongue over the left side
of her ribcage.
Beth bucked and knocked the cards off her pussy. She tried to
apologize for it, but the feeling of Danni's tongue teasing its way up
and down her bare ribs started a deluge of laughter that wouldn't stop
until Danni did. Danni licked and licked, pressing the flat of her tongue
hard against the delicate ribs, pushing it in between them as she
traveled the length of Beth's slender ribcage. When she reached the
lowest rib, she reversed and went back up, leaving a broad wet strip
parallel to the first one. Beth blurted a new laugh with each rib her
tongue bumped over, and as she approached the open and vulnerable armpit,
the laughter turned into desperate squeals.
Danni licked that side until it was covered with warm spit, then did
the other side the same way. A slow, moist tongue against sweat-salty
skin, leaving trails that meandered across supremely ticklish ribs. When
she was done, a light breeze chilled Beth's torso and made her shiver.
"Now the battery!" Danni said. She lightly touched the two terminals
to the tip of her tongue. "Ouch! Well, it won't hurt on normal skin.
Ready?"
"No! Why are you doing this to me?! God, no!"
Danni touched the battery contacts to her ribs. Beth jumped, more
out of anticipation than because it hurt. She felt the jazz of
electricity, conducted by Danni's saliva on her skin, zip into her chest,
and she giggled. It didn't hurt at all--it tickled!
Danni lifted the battery and planted it a few ribs down, and Beth
squirmed against her bonds. "How's that feel?" Danni asked.
"Hee hee! Stop! D-don't do it again! Eeee!" Her thighs tensed and
her titties jumped as the next jolt entered her chest. "Ohh! That's m-
mean! St-stop! EEEEEEE!"
Danni hopscotched the battery down along her side, tapping each and
every rib, then going back up to her underarm. Beth's squeaks turned, as
they inevitably did, into laughter, and Danni sped up her ministrations
and bounced the battery from side to side. She kept Beth guessing as to
where the battery would come down next, and so she couldn't get at all
used to the sensations. A touch on the left, another on the right; then
two or three down the left side, and a long zap to the right on that
special rib halfway down that always made Beth howl.
And Beth howled. Her face turned red and her butt bounced up and
down on the deck. Danni exchanged a happy glance with Becky, and starting
tracing Beth's ribs. She trailed the battery along each one, from sternum
to where Beth's side met the deck. Her skin reddened wherever the battery
touched it, and soon both sides blushed.
"Hold still, Tammi, you're making such a fuss over a little brush!"
Becky painted a golden lightning bolt on each tootsie on the right foot,
and tiny happy faces on the toes of the left, painting over the suns
she'd put on minutes ago. She had to grip each toe with one hand and
paint with the other, since Tammi's nervous system had gone wild and
wouldn't hold her toes still for her.
Each smiley face was a torment. Just when Tammi thought she was
getting herself under control and the tickling subsided, Becky surprised
her with another gauge brush with different bristles, and ever more
intricate pictures for her toes. Then Tammi burst out with new squeals,
and whenever she felt those terrible nails on her soles she screamed.
Beneath her, the deck groaned with her struggles against the bolts she
was roped to. Her wrists and ankles felt raw.
"Pleeeeze! Please, B-B-Beckeeeeee! Hah hah haha haaaa! N-no more!
N-not the little toe again! NOT AGAIN! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah
hah hah hah haaaaa! Aaaahhhhhahahahahahahahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah
haaa! Not THAT toe! Hah haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
She didn't care any more if she got to tickle Beth or not. She just
wanted the horrible torture to stop. She would've given her cousin
anything, sworn to do anything, to make her stop. Every part of her nude
body, her spasming clit and her engorged nipples and her agonized toes,
was on fire, burning in a hellish furnace of endless tickling. And she
was utterly powerless to stop it. A few simple ropes was all it took to
keep her helpless for tickle torment.
It went on for a lot longer than ten minutes. For Beth and Tammi,
time stood still, but the hourly chime on Danni's watch reminded her of
how long they'd been tickling. She held the battery against Beth's side
and stroked it up and down while she looked at her watch. "Oops."
Through the haze of her own torture, Beth heard Danni's carefree
comment and couldn't believe the girl's apathy to her suffering. Not
apathy, she realized--Danni loved tickling, and would make any excuse to
prolong it.
"We went a little long, Becky," said Danni. She swirling the battery
around a boobie, and since she hadn't licked the skin there, it didn't
tickle as much, but Beth's own perspiration was enough to make it tickle
enough to keep her helplessly giggling.
"Hang on, almost done." Becky finished up putting a pair of
sunglasses on the smiley on Tammi's second toe, then set the brush down.
"Whose turn is it?"
"Tammi's," Danni said, and rolled the dice. "By the way, Beth
knocked her cards over."
"So did Tammi. They're very careless." Becky restacked the cards on
their navels.
"Very. You both get another fifteen minutes of tickling on the
bottoms of your feet for that. We'll do that once the game's over."
The game went on. Eventually the tokens moved off Beth and onto
Tammi, who giggled insanely every time someone moved her piece. Tammi
landed on some property Danni owned, and had to pay her with ten minutes
of tummy tickling. Danni removed the cards and used her fingers, racing
them over Tammi. "Feel free to wriggle around, since you don't have the
cards on your tummy."
Tammi struggled under her sister's tender touch, and Becky taped
them with the camcorder. She got a lot of close-ups of the twins' faces:
Danni's glowing with pleasure, Tammi's red and clenched with forced
laughter. She taped several minutes of Tammi's breasts energetically
bouncing, and just as much footage of her feet thrashing. Tammi's feet
always looked like they were being tickled, whether or not anybody was
actually touching them.
After that, Beth had the good fortune not to land on property anyone
owned, and after the last tickling, opted not to buy anymore. Danni
shrugged, and rolled the dice. Since they were playing on Tammi, Beth had
a few minutes to recover. During that time, she looked at Tammi's pink
feet, vowing to have them helpless in her power sometime before this
crazy weekend was over. She wanted, more than anything, to eat every one
of those darling tootsies, to massage those arches, and to see what a
feather would do if used on those feet nonstop for an hour or more...
"No! No, it's not fair! C'mon Danni, don't be a bitch!" Tammi shook
her head.
Danni looked surprised. "I can't believe you're calling me names,
considering you're the one who's tied up. And it's hardly my fault that
you landed on a Chance square and had to draw a Chance card. Like I had
anything to do with it."
Beth blinked and looked up. "Which card is it? I hope it's something
really terrible!"
"Shut up, Beth," Tammi said.
"Shut up yourself. I'm going to torture your feet when this game's
over."
Danni read the card. "'Advance token to the nearest railroad and pay
owner twice the rental to which he is overwise entitled.' And the nearest
railroad is mine."
"You don't own Short Line! And the rules say I can buy the nearest
railroad if nobody owns it, and you don't own it. So there!" Tammi looked
pleased for the first time in a long time.
Danni picked up her token and plunked it down on the Short Line
Railroad, then put some of her money into the Bannk's stack of bills.
"There. NOW I own it. So pay up."
Tammi glared. "You can't do that! You can't just move your piece
whenever you want! I don't believe you! You're such a cheater! You never
could play a game without cheating. You do NOT own Short Line. I don't
care what you say."
Danni picked a new instrument from behind Tammi's head, the hair
brush she'd brought from home, and settled next to her. "You know, baby
sister, you oughta care a lot about what I say. I say you have to pay me
double rent, and that means twenty minutes of armpit tickling."
Tammi sighed. "You'll do anything to tickle me, won't you? You'll
break any rule just to get your way. Someday--"
"Someday somebody'll make me pay for all my bullshit. Someday
somebody'll not take my crap. Someday somebody'll tie ME up and tickle
me. I've heard all this before, Sis. Let's get to the tickling!" Danni
used the hairbrush on Tammi's clean-shaven underarm to scrub the pale
pink skin. Tammi's laughter filled the backyard and made everybody smile.
Danni straddled her and took Becky's hairbrush to use on the other
underarm. Scrubbing both armpits for a couple of minutes made Tammi's
nipples hard again and made sweet secretions spill from her pussy. Danni
leaned down and planted her lips on her sister's. Continuing to scrub,
she kept Tammi from laughing with her own mouth, and probed the familiar
contours and textures of her sister's mouth and tongue.
Tammi's eyes were wide and staring, and saliva dribbled from her
mouth, and her heart pounded erratically. Boiling panic rose inside her
chest and surged into her throat, panic fired by nonstop tickling. She
feared she would suffocate, feared she would die from the irresistable
and uncontrollable sensations of tickle torture.
"Koochie, koochie!" Beth cried. "Tickle, tickle! Ha ha ha! I love
it! Tickle her for an hour, Danni! Don't stop at just twenty minutes--she
deserves hours of torture!"
Becky ambled over to Beth and looked down at her. "You like how
Danni's tickling her sister? Hm?"
Animosity temporarily forgotten, Beth's eyes shined. "Yes! She
deserves it. She deserves as much tickling as Danni can dish out."
"I bet you'd like to tickle Tammi again."
"Yup! I'd torture her!"
Becky kissed her, and, in her arousal, Beth kissed back. The kiss
turned into a long and deep mutual tonguing that became frantic when
Becky massaged her bare breasts. Gently pinching her stiff nipples drove
Beth's tongue as far into her mouth as it would go. Beth had been
transported from hell to heaven, as she kissed and was kissed by this
beautiful girl, and heard Tammi's screeching laughter in her ears. She
lounged in her bondage, pleasantly helpless for Becky.
When the kiss ended and Becky continued rubbing her tits, Beth
spared half a thought about her feelings. She actually loved the
captivity of bondage, which kept her immobile to receive unbearably wild
and intense sexual excitment. Just as long as there wasn't any
tickling...
Though she had to admit, deep inside, with that secret silent voice
only she herself heard, that tickling did increase her arousal by
tremendous amounts, amounts she had never thought possible before. The
agony of tickling brought on the ecstatic transport of sexual bliss.
But tickling was still tickling, and it was still unbearable
torture!
"Mmmmm-hmm! Hmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm-mm!" Tammi pleaded wordlessly into
Danni's mouth. The hair brushes sped across her armpits, teasing her into
a desire to die to escape the excruciating punishment. She writhed as her
bangs matted to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes rolled back in her
head, and after another few minutes of tickling without being allowed to
laugh, she peed.
Beth watched in fascination as the golden stream spurted from
Tammi's pussy with all the energy of a girl under torture. It reached up
into the clear, Northern Californian air, and splattered the redwood deck
between Tammi's ankles. The pool of pee grew until the stream weakened.
The steamy arc shortened and made a squiggly path along the deck from
Tammi's ankles to her knees, and finally up between her spread thighs.
It ended with sporadic dribbles that wetted her already-damp pussy and
trickled down between her buttocks.
Danni tickled for half an hour, then got off her. "There, now you
can stay on the Short Line. Isn't this a fun game, Tammi?"
Tammi wheezed, eyes bloodshot, face shining with hot sweat. "Hhh...I
hate you...hh..."
"I know you do. You hate those you love. Shall we go on with the
game?"
Becky gave each of Beth's nipples a final pinch, and picked up the
dice so she could roll for her. "By all means!"
