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Business was slow at the Wash 'N' Go Car Wash. Ned Bagley hadn't picked
up the soap sprayer or punched the On button for almost three hours. The
snow and the rain that had followed had done a good enough job of
washing everybody's car, so he sat at the little stained desk catching
up on his comic book reading. He wasn't worried, he got paid, customers
or not.
Ned heard the engine before he saw the van pull into the concrete
driveway of the wash. He got up, put on the blue cap with the sparkling
car embroidered on it--his manager told him to wear it or he'd be
fired--and walked outside.
The van was clean, a cherried job with chrome hubcaps, tinted windows,
and some amateur airbrushing on the side. "Hi. Get a wash for you,
today?"
The driver was a perfectly adorable brunette with long wavy hair and
dark flashing eyes. "Hi, there." Her face dimpled with a beautiful smile
that made Ned's day worth living out. "How much for a good thorough
wash?"
Ned picked up the laminated price chart, something he'd never bothered
to memorize. "Twenty-five for the basic cleaning, ma'am, and our Crystal
Clean Service, which includes, um, the full automatic wash plus a vacuum
of the interior and inside-and-out window cleaning and treatment with
our patented, um, patented SuperFresh new car smell'll run you thirty
five, plus tax."
"Okay, gimme that, then." The brunette dug into a pocket and pulled out
a couple of twenties. "I won't need all the interior stuff, just the
outside, okay?"
"Whatever you want, ma'am." He took her money, and as he turned towards
the cash register, he saw a hand and a foot dangling from the edge of
the roof of the van, tied to the ski rack. Stopping, he also heard
muffled cries for help. "Uh, ma'am, what's going on?"
Beth Cordova just smiled. "Nothing. Just need a wash."
"But there's someone on your roof!"
"Actually, there's a few someones up there, but--" She pulled out a
fifty, courtesy of the twins' ATM card, and handed it to him. "Our
secret? Pretty please?"
"I don't know, ma'am. I mean, if something's going on, and they need
help..."
She gave him another fifty.
Ned saw significant additions to his comic book collection. Back issues
available only at the specialty shop in Klamath Falls, valuable back
issues he'd never been able to buy. Before. He pocketed the cash. "Yes,
ma'am."
Tammi strained against her bonds, gagged with a pair of Beth's panties
duct-taped in her mouth. Danni and Becky, similarly gagged, struggled
uselessly.
"Thank you!" Beth said, and drove the van into the front of the
automatic wash tunnel. She set it in Neutral and felt the wash's slider
engage the front wheel.
Ned, the hundred dollars already burning a hole in his pocket,
unholstered the soap sprayer and used it to wet down the van. The
brunette flashed him a cute smile and waved when he pushed the On button
and sent her into the tunnel.
Ned watched the hand and foot struggle as the van disappeared. He
shrugged. For a hundred dollars, he'd ignore his own mother. He went
back inside to write up a list of the collectibles he would get at the
specialty shop.
Beth popped a Pepsi and enjoyed the local classic rock station as the
hanging soap-laden fabric strips jostled their way toward the
windshield. She only wished she hadn't had to gag them, because she
would've loved to hear the screams.
Danni was the first to realize what Beth was going to do to them.
Strapped naked to the ski rack, she'd looked down between her bare
breasts and watched the streets, trying to figure out where Beth was
taking them. She'd been afraid that, in her lust for revenge, Beth was
going to take them to a mall and put them on display and maybe offer to
let strangers tickle them. She herself had done something similar to
Tammi many years ago, when she had tied her to a tree and charged their
friends each a dollar to tickle her feet for ten minutes.
But what Beth actually had in mind was far worse! Danni screamed into
the gag her own panties made, and bucked as hard as she could when she
saw broad strips of fabric, motorized and slick with soapsuds, dangling
in front of the van. Beyond them was a gauntlet of spinning brushes, all
automatic, all unfeeling, all merciless.
Danni looked over at her bound sister, and Tammi's eyes were wide with
fear. Becky closed hers in fear.
The strips agitated side to side, driven by an unseen whirring motor,
as the slider nosed the van gently into them. They lathered industrial
strength soap on the chrome bumper, headlights, and grill; then another
push from the slider inched the van forward so the windshield came under
the soapy strips.
Danni struggled desperately and her limbs tensed with the urgency to
escape. Her bare feet, ankles tightly tied with nylon to the front rim
of the rack, disappeared into the shadows under the car wash's canopy.
She saw the strips advance up over the driver's cab and onto the roof,
heading ever nearer to her helpless feet.
Tammi and Becky cried out, but their shrieks were muffled by taped
panties and the high-speed machinery around them. Danni couldn't believe
that jerk of an attendant had been so easily bribed. He deserved at
least a good kick in the nuts for what he'd done, and Beth deserved a
week of torture for what she was doing--
Danni spasmed when a dangling strip stroked the bottoms of her feet,
leaving soapy streaks across her soles and the tips of her toes. Tammi
twisted helplessly, making her breasts jump and bobble, when her feet
received the same treatment, and Becky's fists balled, white-knuckled,
as the soft, cushiony fabric rasped across her insteps.
The strips slid back and forth across Danni's footsies, igniting
ticklish sensations along all the nerve endings of her peds. She tried
to ignore it, to call upon that ever-elusive chi her martial arts
instructor had tried to teach her about for the strength to withstand
it, but the strips swung back and forth, incessantly rubbing her feet
until she laughed into the panties. Her hips squirmed and her thighs
twitched, and her own boobies bounced like Tammi's.
The strips slipped up Danni's shins, leaving swirls of soap behind as
they danced over her knees and up along the curves of her thighs. One
errant strip found its way between her legs and stroked the insides of
her thighs as it swung side to side, making Danni's muzzled laughter
leap into squealing hysteria. She squirmed, trapped under the strips as
they swung over her, moving slowly and agonizingly up her strapped legs,
getting closer to her defenseless pussy and belly.
Danni screamed anew when the strip rubbed against her open pussy,
teasing the tender lips. Her butt came off the roof and she threw her
hips around, trying to get the strip off her most sensitive of spots
before it touched her clit, trying to bounce it off her, but the soap
film on the strip stuck to the soap film on her skin and glued the strip
to her.
Another moment, and the strip swung over her clit. Her pleasure bud
twitched, and she cried out again. The suds prickled across it, tickling
it and the membranes around it, filling her lower body with titillating
itches and teasings. Her anus winked, and her nipples rose hard and full
on the crests of her breasts. A girl's clit shouldn't have been
subjected to such torment, but the car wash didn't know that, and the
strip swept over it repeatedly until it stood stiff and throbbing, in
the midst of a tortured pussy. Then it left, on its way up to her belly,
leaving the clitty aroused and alone.
The panties in Tammi's mouth were soaked with her drool, but the
perspiration that had broken out on her tummy was swept away by the
strips when they came up and over her naked stomach. Her clit had been
teased as Danni's had, and trembled in her pussy. The pliable fibers in
the strips scratched softly along her tingling skin, tickling up her
tummy, over her belly button, and onto her midriff.
Becky howled silently when the strips fell on her breasts and massaged
them. Her nipples popped up hard and swollen, and her titties bobbed as
she thrashed at the touch of the strips in her armpits. All three girls
cried out, then relaxed as the strips fell behind the van.
In the cab, Beth grinned. "How'd you like that, girls?" She asked,
though she knew they couldn't hear her. "But wait--here come the
scrubbers! Hee hee hee!" She took a drink of her soda and sat back,
imagining what they looked like, tied and squirming on the roof.
Danni yelped when she saw the spinning scrubber brushes descend on the
van. Two came in from the sides, spinning perpendicular to the van to
clean the sides, and one long roller came down from above to clean the
front and the roof. She heard her sister's scream even through the gag
and above the roar of the machinery.
The side brushes went by first. Infrared sensors sent the brushes
inward until their long bristles whipped against the sides of the van,
thumping hard at 120 rpm. It was Danni's left foot, tied at the edge of
the roof, that received the brushes' attention first, along with Tammi's
right foot on the other side. The twins exploded into squealing, gagged
laughter when they felt the bristles whistling by over their toes and
tender insteps.
Becky thanked whatever deities controlled her fate that she'd been tied
in the center. Her cousins, on either side, bucked and writhed under the
automated tickling torture of the brushes, screaming louder and louder
as the brushed moved up their legs to their hips.
Danni and Tammi shied back from the brushes when they touched the
crests of their hips, smashing themselves in against Becky. She heard
their frantic laughter and felt their squirming bodies against her own
as the brushes spiraled up to their flanks. The soft flesh of each
girl's side trembled and shook under the gentle, teasing whipping.
Rose-colored blushes spread from where the brushes touched them, making
pinkish tracks that glowed under the soap that now covered the twins.
Danni struggled helplessly and her mind shattered under the relentless
tickling of the brushes, which now swept up along the left side of her
ribcage. Each new spin, each new touch of each bristle was a new
torment, and there were two new torments each second. The bristles spun
along her ribs, and the mechanized sped at which they rotated made
certain each rib was tickled at least four to six times, and the space
between ribs was teased almost as many times.
The soap left on her face by the soap strips loosened the duct tape on
Tammi's mouth, which came off and fell away. She spat out the panties
and an instant later the tunnel was filled with helpless, frenetic
laughter that escalated to an animalistic cry of ticklishness when
Tammi's ribs came under the bristles. She twisted, turned, and
repeatedly slammed her butt down on the roof in her mad need to escape
the ongoing tickling, but Beth's knots were as tight as Danni's ever
were. She was held captive as a machine unthinkingly tortured her.
Becky enjoyed their hysterics, thrilling when Danni's gag came off and
liberated an avalanche of keening laughter from her mouth. She had
always loved how the twins laughed, and now they laughed helplessly on
either side of her, driven into instant insanity. It almost made the
ordeal with the soap strips worthwhile.
Her own gag slipped off and she spat out the panties. "Koochie,
koochie, Cousin!" she shouted in Danni's ear. "Tickly ribs, tickly
ribs!"
"F-f-f-fuck you! Hah hah ha ha ha ha haaa!" Danni tried to answer. "Hah
hah ha hah ha hah hah hah hah haaaaaa!"
"Bet this is the cleanest YOUR ribs have ever been, Tammi!" Becky said.
"Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ohhh--ohh, sh-sh-sh-shut up! Hah ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha! Y-y-your turns c-c-c-c-coming! L-l-l-look! Hah ha ha ha ha
hahahahahahahaha haaaaa!"
Becky raised her head up and looked. The center roller drew near. "Oh,
my God! No! No, Beth, stop it! Stop the car wash! Please! Oh, God,
pleeeze! Beth, stop it! Stop it!"
Beth smiled to herself. She opened a bag of Gummi Worms she'd bought at
a Safeway with the twin's money and popped a colorful gelatinous worm
into her mouth.
The roller was thick with damp bristles, shorter than the bristles on
the side brushes, but packed at much greater density. It descended on
them, not yet spinning, and six sets of ticklish toes were engulfed by
the bristles. To each girl it felt as though the bristles were made of
silk or velvet, they were so soft and gentle against their toeprints.
Tammi giggled. "Oh, please..." she begged.
The slider pushed the van forward again, and the roller began to turn.
The first few turns were slow, and their tootsies were caressed just
enough to make them giggle. But once the motor warmed up and the roller
clicked into high speed, and the bristles stood straight out from their
roots and whirred over the wriggling toes.
Tammi shrieked with all the air in her lungs when she felt the bristles
whip between her toes. She tried to keep them bunched together, to
protect the terribly tender webbing between them, but the bristles
teased the balls of each tootsie, and that tickling forced her toes to
splay in instinctive anguish. "Ahhhhh-hah hah hah hah ahahahahaaaa! Ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Becky's reprieve was over and her feet, too, were tortured by the
roller. She bucked between her cousins, her jerking hips banging into
theirs, as she struggled with all her fading strength to somehow escape
the intolerable tickling.
The rpms against her toes almost made Danni pee. She didn't know how
she held her water against it, but breathed a heavy sigh of relief when
the roller moved up over her shins.
The relief, of course, turned into new screams when then roller touched
and cleaned her knees. The slider pushed the van forward in surges, and
each surge placed the roller at a new ticklish spot--first the feet,
then the knees, then their bare tummies.
Tammi's navel came under the ruthless teasing of a line of bristles
that rotating directly above it. Each bristle extended down into the
dimple to touch the unbearably sensitive skin at the bottom, then
whipped against the lower wall of the tiny shaft before lifting away.
This happened 120 times a minute, and lasted for two minutes. Tammi had
never known such torture, even at the hands of Cousin Sammi, who'd made
her pee more than once.
Danni's tummy wriggled defenselessly under the onslaught, but however
she moved, uncounted bristles skittered over her belly, scratching each
and every square millimeter of bare skin. But Danni's true torment began
when the van surged against and brought her breasts under the roller.
Golden, steaming pee erupted from Danni's crotch at the first touch of
the bristles on the undersides of her boobies. Her breasts were utterly
helpless under the roller, which treated them to a full scrubbing, which
included raking the bristles along the undersides, up over the
throbbing, pointed nipples, and down along the freckled cleavage.
Danni's pee-pee stream bounced around in a crazed fountain pattern as
she writhed.
Beth noticed the splattering of yellow on the windshield, and held up
her Pepsi in a toast. "To you, whichever Arcadia who just went pee-pee!
Take that!" She drank.
Danni's eyes rolled back as her nipples were tortured endlessly, before
the van went forward again.
Becky's armpits, so recently tickled by Tammi, now fell under the
roller's horrifying auspices. The bristles seemed to expand to fill the
vulnerable hollows, and her hands and feet spasmed helplessly. "Hee hee
heeeeee! Hah Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! St-st-st-stop, p-p-pleeeze! I'll
d-d-do anything! Anything! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaa!"
A few seconds of motorized armpit tickling drove the pee from Becky's
bladder, covering the windshield and roof with spider-webs of amber.
Even then, the tickling didn't stop, but went on and on and on.
Somehow, maybe because of all the cousins, she'd been tickled the most
and had the highest endurance, Tammi got through the roller without
wetting herself. Her laughter screeched long and loud as her underarms
were tortured, but the only water on her was from the car wash as the
roller finally receded behind them.
The Arcadias collapsed on the roof, wet from water and other things,
their pink bodies glowing with reflected light and ticklish tingles.
Danni's eyes stayed closed, and she didn't think she could stand to see
if anything else in this diabolical wash awaited them. Tammi and Becky
looked, and saw the metallic flanges of the dryer coming up.
Beth put her soda in the beverage holder and drove the van out of the
tunnel, not wanting to subject the girls on top to the dryer. The heat
would surely burn them, and Beth didn't want to hurt them. Just to teach
them a lesson that what goes around comes around.
So she quickly drove through the dryer and came around again, and drove
into the tunnel again.
"No! No, please!" Becky cried. "Not again! Beth, why are you doing
this?!"
"Please, Beth, pleeeze!" Tammi begged. "We'll be nice to you from now
on!"
"We swear," Danni testified, "we won't EVER tickle you again! We won't
even touch you! We'll leave you alone! Please, please, please, not
again! Oh, I beg you, Beth--"
* * *
Ned came out of the office. "Is everything all right, ma'am? Something
wrong?" He couldn't resist glancing up.
A red-haired freckled face peered down at him. "Please, please, don't
let her do this to us again! I'll give you anything you want--wanna fuck
me? I'll fuck you, if you just stop her! Please! I'll suck your cock--"
Beth pulled out another fifty bucks. "Listen, I don't think the van got
entirely clean on the first run-through. Mind if I take it through
again?"
Ned considered the offer from the girl tied to the roof, but then
wondered how much an offer from a girl tied to a roof really meant. He
took the money. "Yes, ma'am, whatever you want."
"Thank you," Beth replied. "And, would it be possible to stop the car
wash at the place when the big roller comes down on the roof? Roof's
awfully dirty."
"Please..."
Ned nodded. "Sure, thing, ma'am."
* * *
"Ahhhhh--hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Danni screamed, her
bladder convulsing on itself even though it was empty.
"Hee hee hee hee! Hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa!" Becky shrieked, toes
flexing and stretching in anguish.
"Hee hee--hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa!" Tammi
cried, helplessly thrashing under the roller.
The bristles were on their breasts again, but this time they didn't
leave. Three pairs of Arcadia boobies shook and jiggled under the
roller, and three pairs of nipples were as hard as rock candy.
Beth fished out the last Gummi Worm from the bag, a yellow-and-orange
and-red one, and threw the bag in the back. She sat back in the driver's
seat and listened to the breathless, continuing laughter of her former
tormentors, and wished she could tape it to listen to later. She wanted
to remember this.
Danni would never forget it. She'd never been tortured like this
before, tied helplessly to the roof of a van and placed under a whirring
bristle brush. Her boobies, now pink and soapy, bounced in captivity as
the bristles scrubbed them hard and fast. If she arched her back at all
it only pushed her breasts farther into the tickling maelstrom--if she
tried to flatten herself down, the tips of the bristles still teased the
undersides of each boobie, gently whipped them with tickling touches
until she couldn't stand it and arched her back again.
Tammi's nipples pulsated red and raw from the constant overstimulation,
and her clitty throbbed hotly in her pussy. Teased and tickled, she
struggled and spasmed in her bondage, titties shaking as the ruthless
machinery cleaned them, until her peehole finally popped open and
liberated her water. The pee was washed away, but the tickling went on.
Becky's sanity had been shattered, and now she only made screaming
animal noises as her breasts were titillated beyond anything she'd ever
known. Misery loved company, but knowing her cousins were being tortured
in the same way did nothing to stop it, and Becky couldn't stand another
second of it.
Beth kept the brake on, but sometimes backed up a little so the roller
could tickle their tummies for a while. She enjoyed how the laughter
above alternated--Tammi laughed the loudest when their bellies were
brushed, but Danni's screams drowned everyone else out when their
boobies were the target. Beth inched forward again until she heard
Danni's frantic screams, then set the brake again. She pulled out a
paperback she'd been reading before the twins had first picked her up,
and read for a while.
The while turned out to be almost an hour, but it was eternity to the
girls on the roof. Danni's wrists and ankles turned red and sore from
all her jerking against the ski rack, and occasional cramps took hold of
her hamstrings and buttocks. But even cramps were nothing compared with
the endless tickling her boobies received. The roller didn't get tired,
didn't get distracted, didn't have any errands to run--it simply
performed its function. Her boobs, mere flesh and blood under a
machine's torture, swelled and burned with ticklish flame.
Becky was the first to cum under the torture. Even as she tried to beg
Beth to stop it, her clit pulsed its way into orgasm. The rose petals of
her pussy parted and let loose with a drenching stream of lovejuice that
was quickly washed away. But the tickling continued, and another orgasm
flashed through her, and another, and Becky was held captive not just by
tickle torture, but by a continuous river of orgasms that washed over
her.
Tammi was next, but her road to orgasm was more torturous. Danni had
tickled her into cumming many times, but it had always taken a long,
LONG time. Fifteen minutes after Becky had started to orgasm, Tammi's
own clitty rose its little pink nose out of its hood. A few drops of
remaining pee, mixed with the cold, clear water from the wash, trickled
down onto it and teased it even more, until it stood swollen and
twitching on the edge of orgasm.
Clit pulsating, boobies throbbing, nipples pierced by ticklishness,
Tammi's laughter went silent as her breath left her lungs. She gulped
for air, but any air she managed to inhale almost immediately left her
chest as hoarse, grating laughter. Her vocal chords spasmed, and spots
danced in front of her eyes. On the verge of cumming, tickled almost to
death, Tammi teetered on the edge of consciousness, bound to a ticklish
girl's revenge.
As Tammi fought to escape the tickling and fought to cum at the same
time, Danni started up the orgasmic curve. Her clit, the twin of
Tammi's, elongated in its sheath, warming itself, and eventually peeking
out as if to sniff the outside world. Danni's eyes rolled, and her mind
forgot everything but the tickling and the growing need to cum.
Tammi pounded her butt on the roof in ticklish agony and sexual
frustration. It took her another ten minutes of nonstop boobie torment
to go over the edge. Her nipples grew so bloated she was afraid they'd
pop, her shoulders and hips ached terribly from struggling, and her
asshole threatened to cramp, but when she came everything except the
tickling vanished from her awareness. The tickle torture rocketed her
into a higher, soaring orgasm bigger than any she'd known, and shattered
her mind into a million sparkling pieces, each tickled by the ruthless
machine.
In the midst of cumming, she hallunicated the machine was an android
Beth five miles tall, which held her in its sexy chrome grasp and
tickled her flopping boobies with a chrome fingernail. The robot Beth
laughed and taunted her as it tickled, and held her high over its head
to drink her gushing pussy juices as they dribbled from her ****.
Danni couldn't cum at all because the tickling was so intense on her
breasts that it kept her from perceiving anything else for the full hour
Beth kept the van in the wash. While tickle torture had made her sister
and cousin cum, Danni was held in a world of nonstop torture, unending
torment, which made her clit stand stiff but wouldn't let it cum. Her
own anus blinked between her buttocks and her nipples stood puffed like
grapes, but no matter how she screamed, writhed, or wriggled in her
bonds, the tickling wouldn't stop and the orgasm wouldn't come. She was
the most tormented of the three, tickled the most and deprived of
orgasm.
Finally, mostly because she herself needed to go to the bathroom, Beth
pulled the van out of the wash tunnel, waved to Ned, and drove away. At
last free of the bristle roller and sated from repeated orgasms, Tammi
and Becky relaxed and let the cool air stream over their forward-facing
pussies and soothe them. But Danni, deprived of the opportunity to cum
but teased to the edge, kept wriggled helplessly in her bonds as Beth
drove to a gas station.
* * *
Fortunately, only one other car was at the pumps when Beth scurried
into the bathroom, leaving them on the roof. Tammi rolled her head over
to look at Becky. "God, that was horrible," she breathed. "I thought for
sure I was gonna die."
"I've never been tortured like that in my life, not even by Danni,"
Becky replied. She looked over at her cousin. "Danni, what's wrong?
We're out of the car wash! Relax!"
"I can't! Goddammit, I didn't cum! Shit, and I really need to!"
Tammi giggled. "Hah hah! Serves you right, how you teased me and Beth."
"Shut up! It's not funny! I've gotta cum!"
At the pumps, a dark-haired man in a Grateful Dead shirt and the gas
nozzle in his VW Bug, looked up at the word 'cum', and spied them. First
he was puzzled, then he grinned. "Having some trouble, girls?" he asked,
then pointed at them so his buddy, an overweight man in a T shirt and
jeans, saw them.
"Hi, ladies!" the buddy said.
"Fuck you!" Danni said, frustrated and helpless.
"Shut up, Danni!" Tammi said.
Beth reappeared, smiled enchantingly at the two guys, and hopped back
in the van. They drove away again, and this time got on the road heading
back towards the freeway.
"Where the hell's she going?" Tammi asked.
"Am I s'posed to know?" Danni retorted. "Can't somebody get free and
rub me?"
"Even if I were free, I wouldn't touch your clit, except to tease it!"
Danni stuck out her tongue at her sister, who responded in kind.
Beth turned north on the freeway and drove all the way to Klamath
Falls, Oregon. The girls spent almost two hours on top of the van at
freeway speeds, and they were shivering by the time Beth pulled into the
tiny Klamath Falls airport. She parked the van as far away from the
two-room terminal as she could, and got her stuff together.
She put on her pack, which was loaded not only with her own clothes,
but also a hefty wad of the twins' money, and got out of the van. She
closed the door, purposely locking the keys inside, and looked up at
Danni.
"Well, I'm off to my mom's. I hope you don't mind, but I'm taking
enough cash to buy a ticket. You and your sister've convinced me that
hitchhiking is just too dangerous. Bye, bye!"
"Beth--"
"Yah?"
"D-do you think you could untie us? Please?"
Beth put her hands on her hips. "Now, how many times did I ask that?
How many times did I ask, only to be refused, hm? But...just the same, I
guess I oughta be nice. You did give me a ride to the airport, after
all! Hee hee!" She pulled out Danni's pocketknife and tossed it up onto
the roof. It landed near her hand, and Danni was able to grasp it. Using
one hand, she managed to open the blade.
"Got it okay?" Beth asked.
"Yah."
"Okay! Bye, Tammi! Bye, Becky!" And Beth Cordova was off, heading for
the terminal, still in Danni's clothes.
"Shit, and I've still gotta cum!" Danni muttered. She rotated the knife
in her fingers, but Becky, by stretching her fingers to their utmost,
snatched it from her. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Getting free," Becky answered, and, cutting carefully, did just that.
She sat up, cut her feet loose, and went about freeing Tammi.
A small, propeller passenger plane took off, heading north. "'Kay,
girls, how about me?" Danni asked once the two of them were loose.
"How about you?" Tammi asked, taking the knife. "You want loose, huh?"
"Duh."
Tammi smiled and climbed down with Becky. "Too bad. We're gonna go back
to Becky's house and have some fun with that clitty of yours, and maybe
do some more tickling!"
"See you when we get home, Cousin!" Becky said, and they left her alone
on the roof.
"What? Wait a minute..." Danni squirmed, naked and helpless.
Tammi used the knife to jimmy the lock, and they climbed in before
anyone could report three naked girls to the police. They drove back to
the freeway and headed back into California.
From her window seat in the cozy little plane, Beth watched them get
free and drive away with Danni still on the roof. With a satisfied
smile, she ordered a margarita from the flight attendant and drank to
her own health and good fortune.
up the soap sprayer or punched the On button for almost three hours. The
snow and the rain that had followed had done a good enough job of
washing everybody's car, so he sat at the little stained desk catching
up on his comic book reading. He wasn't worried, he got paid, customers
or not.
Ned heard the engine before he saw the van pull into the concrete
driveway of the wash. He got up, put on the blue cap with the sparkling
car embroidered on it--his manager told him to wear it or he'd be
fired--and walked outside.
The van was clean, a cherried job with chrome hubcaps, tinted windows,
and some amateur airbrushing on the side. "Hi. Get a wash for you,
today?"
The driver was a perfectly adorable brunette with long wavy hair and
dark flashing eyes. "Hi, there." Her face dimpled with a beautiful smile
that made Ned's day worth living out. "How much for a good thorough
wash?"
Ned picked up the laminated price chart, something he'd never bothered
to memorize. "Twenty-five for the basic cleaning, ma'am, and our Crystal
Clean Service, which includes, um, the full automatic wash plus a vacuum
of the interior and inside-and-out window cleaning and treatment with
our patented, um, patented SuperFresh new car smell'll run you thirty
five, plus tax."
"Okay, gimme that, then." The brunette dug into a pocket and pulled out
a couple of twenties. "I won't need all the interior stuff, just the
outside, okay?"
"Whatever you want, ma'am." He took her money, and as he turned towards
the cash register, he saw a hand and a foot dangling from the edge of
the roof of the van, tied to the ski rack. Stopping, he also heard
muffled cries for help. "Uh, ma'am, what's going on?"
Beth Cordova just smiled. "Nothing. Just need a wash."
"But there's someone on your roof!"
"Actually, there's a few someones up there, but--" She pulled out a
fifty, courtesy of the twins' ATM card, and handed it to him. "Our
secret? Pretty please?"
"I don't know, ma'am. I mean, if something's going on, and they need
help..."
She gave him another fifty.
Ned saw significant additions to his comic book collection. Back issues
available only at the specialty shop in Klamath Falls, valuable back
issues he'd never been able to buy. Before. He pocketed the cash. "Yes,
ma'am."
Tammi strained against her bonds, gagged with a pair of Beth's panties
duct-taped in her mouth. Danni and Becky, similarly gagged, struggled
uselessly.
"Thank you!" Beth said, and drove the van into the front of the
automatic wash tunnel. She set it in Neutral and felt the wash's slider
engage the front wheel.
Ned, the hundred dollars already burning a hole in his pocket,
unholstered the soap sprayer and used it to wet down the van. The
brunette flashed him a cute smile and waved when he pushed the On button
and sent her into the tunnel.
Ned watched the hand and foot struggle as the van disappeared. He
shrugged. For a hundred dollars, he'd ignore his own mother. He went
back inside to write up a list of the collectibles he would get at the
specialty shop.
Beth popped a Pepsi and enjoyed the local classic rock station as the
hanging soap-laden fabric strips jostled their way toward the
windshield. She only wished she hadn't had to gag them, because she
would've loved to hear the screams.
Danni was the first to realize what Beth was going to do to them.
Strapped naked to the ski rack, she'd looked down between her bare
breasts and watched the streets, trying to figure out where Beth was
taking them. She'd been afraid that, in her lust for revenge, Beth was
going to take them to a mall and put them on display and maybe offer to
let strangers tickle them. She herself had done something similar to
Tammi many years ago, when she had tied her to a tree and charged their
friends each a dollar to tickle her feet for ten minutes.
But what Beth actually had in mind was far worse! Danni screamed into
the gag her own panties made, and bucked as hard as she could when she
saw broad strips of fabric, motorized and slick with soapsuds, dangling
in front of the van. Beyond them was a gauntlet of spinning brushes, all
automatic, all unfeeling, all merciless.
Danni looked over at her bound sister, and Tammi's eyes were wide with
fear. Becky closed hers in fear.
The strips agitated side to side, driven by an unseen whirring motor,
as the slider nosed the van gently into them. They lathered industrial
strength soap on the chrome bumper, headlights, and grill; then another
push from the slider inched the van forward so the windshield came under
the soapy strips.
Danni struggled desperately and her limbs tensed with the urgency to
escape. Her bare feet, ankles tightly tied with nylon to the front rim
of the rack, disappeared into the shadows under the car wash's canopy.
She saw the strips advance up over the driver's cab and onto the roof,
heading ever nearer to her helpless feet.
Tammi and Becky cried out, but their shrieks were muffled by taped
panties and the high-speed machinery around them. Danni couldn't believe
that jerk of an attendant had been so easily bribed. He deserved at
least a good kick in the nuts for what he'd done, and Beth deserved a
week of torture for what she was doing--
Danni spasmed when a dangling strip stroked the bottoms of her feet,
leaving soapy streaks across her soles and the tips of her toes. Tammi
twisted helplessly, making her breasts jump and bobble, when her feet
received the same treatment, and Becky's fists balled, white-knuckled,
as the soft, cushiony fabric rasped across her insteps.
The strips slid back and forth across Danni's footsies, igniting
ticklish sensations along all the nerve endings of her peds. She tried
to ignore it, to call upon that ever-elusive chi her martial arts
instructor had tried to teach her about for the strength to withstand
it, but the strips swung back and forth, incessantly rubbing her feet
until she laughed into the panties. Her hips squirmed and her thighs
twitched, and her own boobies bounced like Tammi's.
The strips slipped up Danni's shins, leaving swirls of soap behind as
they danced over her knees and up along the curves of her thighs. One
errant strip found its way between her legs and stroked the insides of
her thighs as it swung side to side, making Danni's muzzled laughter
leap into squealing hysteria. She squirmed, trapped under the strips as
they swung over her, moving slowly and agonizingly up her strapped legs,
getting closer to her defenseless pussy and belly.
Danni screamed anew when the strip rubbed against her open pussy,
teasing the tender lips. Her butt came off the roof and she threw her
hips around, trying to get the strip off her most sensitive of spots
before it touched her clit, trying to bounce it off her, but the soap
film on the strip stuck to the soap film on her skin and glued the strip
to her.
Another moment, and the strip swung over her clit. Her pleasure bud
twitched, and she cried out again. The suds prickled across it, tickling
it and the membranes around it, filling her lower body with titillating
itches and teasings. Her anus winked, and her nipples rose hard and full
on the crests of her breasts. A girl's clit shouldn't have been
subjected to such torment, but the car wash didn't know that, and the
strip swept over it repeatedly until it stood stiff and throbbing, in
the midst of a tortured pussy. Then it left, on its way up to her belly,
leaving the clitty aroused and alone.
The panties in Tammi's mouth were soaked with her drool, but the
perspiration that had broken out on her tummy was swept away by the
strips when they came up and over her naked stomach. Her clit had been
teased as Danni's had, and trembled in her pussy. The pliable fibers in
the strips scratched softly along her tingling skin, tickling up her
tummy, over her belly button, and onto her midriff.
Becky howled silently when the strips fell on her breasts and massaged
them. Her nipples popped up hard and swollen, and her titties bobbed as
she thrashed at the touch of the strips in her armpits. All three girls
cried out, then relaxed as the strips fell behind the van.
In the cab, Beth grinned. "How'd you like that, girls?" She asked,
though she knew they couldn't hear her. "But wait--here come the
scrubbers! Hee hee hee!" She took a drink of her soda and sat back,
imagining what they looked like, tied and squirming on the roof.
Danni yelped when she saw the spinning scrubber brushes descend on the
van. Two came in from the sides, spinning perpendicular to the van to
clean the sides, and one long roller came down from above to clean the
front and the roof. She heard her sister's scream even through the gag
and above the roar of the machinery.
The side brushes went by first. Infrared sensors sent the brushes
inward until their long bristles whipped against the sides of the van,
thumping hard at 120 rpm. It was Danni's left foot, tied at the edge of
the roof, that received the brushes' attention first, along with Tammi's
right foot on the other side. The twins exploded into squealing, gagged
laughter when they felt the bristles whistling by over their toes and
tender insteps.
Becky thanked whatever deities controlled her fate that she'd been tied
in the center. Her cousins, on either side, bucked and writhed under the
automated tickling torture of the brushes, screaming louder and louder
as the brushed moved up their legs to their hips.
Danni and Tammi shied back from the brushes when they touched the
crests of their hips, smashing themselves in against Becky. She heard
their frantic laughter and felt their squirming bodies against her own
as the brushes spiraled up to their flanks. The soft flesh of each
girl's side trembled and shook under the gentle, teasing whipping.
Rose-colored blushes spread from where the brushes touched them, making
pinkish tracks that glowed under the soap that now covered the twins.
Danni struggled helplessly and her mind shattered under the relentless
tickling of the brushes, which now swept up along the left side of her
ribcage. Each new spin, each new touch of each bristle was a new
torment, and there were two new torments each second. The bristles spun
along her ribs, and the mechanized sped at which they rotated made
certain each rib was tickled at least four to six times, and the space
between ribs was teased almost as many times.
The soap left on her face by the soap strips loosened the duct tape on
Tammi's mouth, which came off and fell away. She spat out the panties
and an instant later the tunnel was filled with helpless, frenetic
laughter that escalated to an animalistic cry of ticklishness when
Tammi's ribs came under the bristles. She twisted, turned, and
repeatedly slammed her butt down on the roof in her mad need to escape
the ongoing tickling, but Beth's knots were as tight as Danni's ever
were. She was held captive as a machine unthinkingly tortured her.
Becky enjoyed their hysterics, thrilling when Danni's gag came off and
liberated an avalanche of keening laughter from her mouth. She had
always loved how the twins laughed, and now they laughed helplessly on
either side of her, driven into instant insanity. It almost made the
ordeal with the soap strips worthwhile.
Her own gag slipped off and she spat out the panties. "Koochie,
koochie, Cousin!" she shouted in Danni's ear. "Tickly ribs, tickly
ribs!"
"F-f-f-fuck you! Hah hah ha ha ha ha haaa!" Danni tried to answer. "Hah
hah ha hah ha hah hah hah hah haaaaaa!"
"Bet this is the cleanest YOUR ribs have ever been, Tammi!" Becky said.
"Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ohhh--ohh, sh-sh-sh-shut up! Hah ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha! Y-y-your turns c-c-c-c-coming! L-l-l-look! Hah ha ha ha ha
hahahahahahahaha haaaaa!"
Becky raised her head up and looked. The center roller drew near. "Oh,
my God! No! No, Beth, stop it! Stop the car wash! Please! Oh, God,
pleeeze! Beth, stop it! Stop it!"
Beth smiled to herself. She opened a bag of Gummi Worms she'd bought at
a Safeway with the twin's money and popped a colorful gelatinous worm
into her mouth.
The roller was thick with damp bristles, shorter than the bristles on
the side brushes, but packed at much greater density. It descended on
them, not yet spinning, and six sets of ticklish toes were engulfed by
the bristles. To each girl it felt as though the bristles were made of
silk or velvet, they were so soft and gentle against their toeprints.
Tammi giggled. "Oh, please..." she begged.
The slider pushed the van forward again, and the roller began to turn.
The first few turns were slow, and their tootsies were caressed just
enough to make them giggle. But once the motor warmed up and the roller
clicked into high speed, and the bristles stood straight out from their
roots and whirred over the wriggling toes.
Tammi shrieked with all the air in her lungs when she felt the bristles
whip between her toes. She tried to keep them bunched together, to
protect the terribly tender webbing between them, but the bristles
teased the balls of each tootsie, and that tickling forced her toes to
splay in instinctive anguish. "Ahhhhh-hah hah hah hah ahahahahaaaa! Ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Becky's reprieve was over and her feet, too, were tortured by the
roller. She bucked between her cousins, her jerking hips banging into
theirs, as she struggled with all her fading strength to somehow escape
the intolerable tickling.
The rpms against her toes almost made Danni pee. She didn't know how
she held her water against it, but breathed a heavy sigh of relief when
the roller moved up over her shins.
The relief, of course, turned into new screams when then roller touched
and cleaned her knees. The slider pushed the van forward in surges, and
each surge placed the roller at a new ticklish spot--first the feet,
then the knees, then their bare tummies.
Tammi's navel came under the ruthless teasing of a line of bristles
that rotating directly above it. Each bristle extended down into the
dimple to touch the unbearably sensitive skin at the bottom, then
whipped against the lower wall of the tiny shaft before lifting away.
This happened 120 times a minute, and lasted for two minutes. Tammi had
never known such torture, even at the hands of Cousin Sammi, who'd made
her pee more than once.
Danni's tummy wriggled defenselessly under the onslaught, but however
she moved, uncounted bristles skittered over her belly, scratching each
and every square millimeter of bare skin. But Danni's true torment began
when the van surged against and brought her breasts under the roller.
Golden, steaming pee erupted from Danni's crotch at the first touch of
the bristles on the undersides of her boobies. Her breasts were utterly
helpless under the roller, which treated them to a full scrubbing, which
included raking the bristles along the undersides, up over the
throbbing, pointed nipples, and down along the freckled cleavage.
Danni's pee-pee stream bounced around in a crazed fountain pattern as
she writhed.
Beth noticed the splattering of yellow on the windshield, and held up
her Pepsi in a toast. "To you, whichever Arcadia who just went pee-pee!
Take that!" She drank.
Danni's eyes rolled back as her nipples were tortured endlessly, before
the van went forward again.
Becky's armpits, so recently tickled by Tammi, now fell under the
roller's horrifying auspices. The bristles seemed to expand to fill the
vulnerable hollows, and her hands and feet spasmed helplessly. "Hee hee
heeeeee! Hah Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! St-st-st-stop, p-p-pleeeze! I'll
d-d-do anything! Anything! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaa!"
A few seconds of motorized armpit tickling drove the pee from Becky's
bladder, covering the windshield and roof with spider-webs of amber.
Even then, the tickling didn't stop, but went on and on and on.
Somehow, maybe because of all the cousins, she'd been tickled the most
and had the highest endurance, Tammi got through the roller without
wetting herself. Her laughter screeched long and loud as her underarms
were tortured, but the only water on her was from the car wash as the
roller finally receded behind them.
The Arcadias collapsed on the roof, wet from water and other things,
their pink bodies glowing with reflected light and ticklish tingles.
Danni's eyes stayed closed, and she didn't think she could stand to see
if anything else in this diabolical wash awaited them. Tammi and Becky
looked, and saw the metallic flanges of the dryer coming up.
Beth put her soda in the beverage holder and drove the van out of the
tunnel, not wanting to subject the girls on top to the dryer. The heat
would surely burn them, and Beth didn't want to hurt them. Just to teach
them a lesson that what goes around comes around.
So she quickly drove through the dryer and came around again, and drove
into the tunnel again.
"No! No, please!" Becky cried. "Not again! Beth, why are you doing
this?!"
"Please, Beth, pleeeze!" Tammi begged. "We'll be nice to you from now
on!"
"We swear," Danni testified, "we won't EVER tickle you again! We won't
even touch you! We'll leave you alone! Please, please, please, not
again! Oh, I beg you, Beth--"
* * *
Ned came out of the office. "Is everything all right, ma'am? Something
wrong?" He couldn't resist glancing up.
A red-haired freckled face peered down at him. "Please, please, don't
let her do this to us again! I'll give you anything you want--wanna fuck
me? I'll fuck you, if you just stop her! Please! I'll suck your cock--"
Beth pulled out another fifty bucks. "Listen, I don't think the van got
entirely clean on the first run-through. Mind if I take it through
again?"
Ned considered the offer from the girl tied to the roof, but then
wondered how much an offer from a girl tied to a roof really meant. He
took the money. "Yes, ma'am, whatever you want."
"Thank you," Beth replied. "And, would it be possible to stop the car
wash at the place when the big roller comes down on the roof? Roof's
awfully dirty."
"Please..."
Ned nodded. "Sure, thing, ma'am."
* * *
"Ahhhhh--hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Danni screamed, her
bladder convulsing on itself even though it was empty.
"Hee hee hee hee! Hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa!" Becky shrieked, toes
flexing and stretching in anguish.
"Hee hee--hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa!" Tammi
cried, helplessly thrashing under the roller.
The bristles were on their breasts again, but this time they didn't
leave. Three pairs of Arcadia boobies shook and jiggled under the
roller, and three pairs of nipples were as hard as rock candy.
Beth fished out the last Gummi Worm from the bag, a yellow-and-orange
and-red one, and threw the bag in the back. She sat back in the driver's
seat and listened to the breathless, continuing laughter of her former
tormentors, and wished she could tape it to listen to later. She wanted
to remember this.
Danni would never forget it. She'd never been tortured like this
before, tied helplessly to the roof of a van and placed under a whirring
bristle brush. Her boobies, now pink and soapy, bounced in captivity as
the bristles scrubbed them hard and fast. If she arched her back at all
it only pushed her breasts farther into the tickling maelstrom--if she
tried to flatten herself down, the tips of the bristles still teased the
undersides of each boobie, gently whipped them with tickling touches
until she couldn't stand it and arched her back again.
Tammi's nipples pulsated red and raw from the constant overstimulation,
and her clitty throbbed hotly in her pussy. Teased and tickled, she
struggled and spasmed in her bondage, titties shaking as the ruthless
machinery cleaned them, until her peehole finally popped open and
liberated her water. The pee was washed away, but the tickling went on.
Becky's sanity had been shattered, and now she only made screaming
animal noises as her breasts were titillated beyond anything she'd ever
known. Misery loved company, but knowing her cousins were being tortured
in the same way did nothing to stop it, and Becky couldn't stand another
second of it.
Beth kept the brake on, but sometimes backed up a little so the roller
could tickle their tummies for a while. She enjoyed how the laughter
above alternated--Tammi laughed the loudest when their bellies were
brushed, but Danni's screams drowned everyone else out when their
boobies were the target. Beth inched forward again until she heard
Danni's frantic screams, then set the brake again. She pulled out a
paperback she'd been reading before the twins had first picked her up,
and read for a while.
The while turned out to be almost an hour, but it was eternity to the
girls on the roof. Danni's wrists and ankles turned red and sore from
all her jerking against the ski rack, and occasional cramps took hold of
her hamstrings and buttocks. But even cramps were nothing compared with
the endless tickling her boobies received. The roller didn't get tired,
didn't get distracted, didn't have any errands to run--it simply
performed its function. Her boobs, mere flesh and blood under a
machine's torture, swelled and burned with ticklish flame.
Becky was the first to cum under the torture. Even as she tried to beg
Beth to stop it, her clit pulsed its way into orgasm. The rose petals of
her pussy parted and let loose with a drenching stream of lovejuice that
was quickly washed away. But the tickling continued, and another orgasm
flashed through her, and another, and Becky was held captive not just by
tickle torture, but by a continuous river of orgasms that washed over
her.
Tammi was next, but her road to orgasm was more torturous. Danni had
tickled her into cumming many times, but it had always taken a long,
LONG time. Fifteen minutes after Becky had started to orgasm, Tammi's
own clitty rose its little pink nose out of its hood. A few drops of
remaining pee, mixed with the cold, clear water from the wash, trickled
down onto it and teased it even more, until it stood swollen and
twitching on the edge of orgasm.
Clit pulsating, boobies throbbing, nipples pierced by ticklishness,
Tammi's laughter went silent as her breath left her lungs. She gulped
for air, but any air she managed to inhale almost immediately left her
chest as hoarse, grating laughter. Her vocal chords spasmed, and spots
danced in front of her eyes. On the verge of cumming, tickled almost to
death, Tammi teetered on the edge of consciousness, bound to a ticklish
girl's revenge.
As Tammi fought to escape the tickling and fought to cum at the same
time, Danni started up the orgasmic curve. Her clit, the twin of
Tammi's, elongated in its sheath, warming itself, and eventually peeking
out as if to sniff the outside world. Danni's eyes rolled, and her mind
forgot everything but the tickling and the growing need to cum.
Tammi pounded her butt on the roof in ticklish agony and sexual
frustration. It took her another ten minutes of nonstop boobie torment
to go over the edge. Her nipples grew so bloated she was afraid they'd
pop, her shoulders and hips ached terribly from struggling, and her
asshole threatened to cramp, but when she came everything except the
tickling vanished from her awareness. The tickle torture rocketed her
into a higher, soaring orgasm bigger than any she'd known, and shattered
her mind into a million sparkling pieces, each tickled by the ruthless
machine.
In the midst of cumming, she hallunicated the machine was an android
Beth five miles tall, which held her in its sexy chrome grasp and
tickled her flopping boobies with a chrome fingernail. The robot Beth
laughed and taunted her as it tickled, and held her high over its head
to drink her gushing pussy juices as they dribbled from her ****.
Danni couldn't cum at all because the tickling was so intense on her
breasts that it kept her from perceiving anything else for the full hour
Beth kept the van in the wash. While tickle torture had made her sister
and cousin cum, Danni was held in a world of nonstop torture, unending
torment, which made her clit stand stiff but wouldn't let it cum. Her
own anus blinked between her buttocks and her nipples stood puffed like
grapes, but no matter how she screamed, writhed, or wriggled in her
bonds, the tickling wouldn't stop and the orgasm wouldn't come. She was
the most tormented of the three, tickled the most and deprived of
orgasm.
Finally, mostly because she herself needed to go to the bathroom, Beth
pulled the van out of the wash tunnel, waved to Ned, and drove away. At
last free of the bristle roller and sated from repeated orgasms, Tammi
and Becky relaxed and let the cool air stream over their forward-facing
pussies and soothe them. But Danni, deprived of the opportunity to cum
but teased to the edge, kept wriggled helplessly in her bonds as Beth
drove to a gas station.
* * *
Fortunately, only one other car was at the pumps when Beth scurried
into the bathroom, leaving them on the roof. Tammi rolled her head over
to look at Becky. "God, that was horrible," she breathed. "I thought for
sure I was gonna die."
"I've never been tortured like that in my life, not even by Danni,"
Becky replied. She looked over at her cousin. "Danni, what's wrong?
We're out of the car wash! Relax!"
"I can't! Goddammit, I didn't cum! Shit, and I really need to!"
Tammi giggled. "Hah hah! Serves you right, how you teased me and Beth."
"Shut up! It's not funny! I've gotta cum!"
At the pumps, a dark-haired man in a Grateful Dead shirt and the gas
nozzle in his VW Bug, looked up at the word 'cum', and spied them. First
he was puzzled, then he grinned. "Having some trouble, girls?" he asked,
then pointed at them so his buddy, an overweight man in a T shirt and
jeans, saw them.
"Hi, ladies!" the buddy said.
"Fuck you!" Danni said, frustrated and helpless.
"Shut up, Danni!" Tammi said.
Beth reappeared, smiled enchantingly at the two guys, and hopped back
in the van. They drove away again, and this time got on the road heading
back towards the freeway.
"Where the hell's she going?" Tammi asked.
"Am I s'posed to know?" Danni retorted. "Can't somebody get free and
rub me?"
"Even if I were free, I wouldn't touch your clit, except to tease it!"
Danni stuck out her tongue at her sister, who responded in kind.
Beth turned north on the freeway and drove all the way to Klamath
Falls, Oregon. The girls spent almost two hours on top of the van at
freeway speeds, and they were shivering by the time Beth pulled into the
tiny Klamath Falls airport. She parked the van as far away from the
two-room terminal as she could, and got her stuff together.
She put on her pack, which was loaded not only with her own clothes,
but also a hefty wad of the twins' money, and got out of the van. She
closed the door, purposely locking the keys inside, and looked up at
Danni.
"Well, I'm off to my mom's. I hope you don't mind, but I'm taking
enough cash to buy a ticket. You and your sister've convinced me that
hitchhiking is just too dangerous. Bye, bye!"
"Beth--"
"Yah?"
"D-do you think you could untie us? Please?"
Beth put her hands on her hips. "Now, how many times did I ask that?
How many times did I ask, only to be refused, hm? But...just the same, I
guess I oughta be nice. You did give me a ride to the airport, after
all! Hee hee!" She pulled out Danni's pocketknife and tossed it up onto
the roof. It landed near her hand, and Danni was able to grasp it. Using
one hand, she managed to open the blade.
"Got it okay?" Beth asked.
"Yah."
"Okay! Bye, Tammi! Bye, Becky!" And Beth Cordova was off, heading for
the terminal, still in Danni's clothes.
"Shit, and I've still gotta cum!" Danni muttered. She rotated the knife
in her fingers, but Becky, by stretching her fingers to their utmost,
snatched it from her. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Getting free," Becky answered, and, cutting carefully, did just that.
She sat up, cut her feet loose, and went about freeing Tammi.
A small, propeller passenger plane took off, heading north. "'Kay,
girls, how about me?" Danni asked once the two of them were loose.
"How about you?" Tammi asked, taking the knife. "You want loose, huh?"
"Duh."
Tammi smiled and climbed down with Becky. "Too bad. We're gonna go back
to Becky's house and have some fun with that clitty of yours, and maybe
do some more tickling!"
"See you when we get home, Cousin!" Becky said, and they left her alone
on the roof.
"What? Wait a minute..." Danni squirmed, naked and helpless.
Tammi used the knife to jimmy the lock, and they climbed in before
anyone could report three naked girls to the police. They drove back to
the freeway and headed back into California.
From her window seat in the cozy little plane, Beth watched them get
free and drive away with Danni still on the roof. With a satisfied
smile, she ordered a margarita from the flight attendant and drank to
her own health and good fortune.
