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As usual, comments are greatly appreciated. Your opinion matters to me a great deal. The pic at the bottom isn't of the lee, it was just inspiring.
Fervid, Erotic desires,
Inspired by Evelyn jones,
written by Ticklishscribe,
c.2007
Evelyn eyed Daniel and Michelle very warily as she stood before them arms above her head, wrists tied to a rope tied to an O bolt in the ceiling, feet tied to two other O bolts on the floor. She squirmed as they circled her, trying to keep them in her field of view and trying not to let them divide her visual senses. She wanted to beg, but the yellow tape across her mouth prevented that. Prevented her from some verbal defense and any hope of trying to talk them out of what they would do to her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut whenever they flexed their fingers in her direction and squirmed away from them. But being that she was on her tiptoes, she had very limited movement, as well as staying on her feet and not totally hanging by her wrists.
Her gray sleeveless somewhat tight t-shirt with a white number ten on it was bunched around her upper tummy and ribs area and her large breasts showed through. She regretted not wearing a bra and was now very conscious that they were so apparent today. She was also conscious of the fact that Michelle had slowly unclasped her jeans and she tried not to glance down at her private area, to show any apprehension of them touching her there. She could see them circling her like vultures and she prayed that they would remove the gag and let her speak.
She was surprised with herself for confiding in them her fervid, erotic desires and was instantly regretting telling them as they smiled evilly at her then took her by the hand into the bedroom. The bedroom that seemed not a part of the house but rather a part of another world, a world that she wanted to be as far away from as possible. She wanted escape, wanted out of the bonds that held her for them. Again she wanted to beg and again she feared the yellow tape that kept her speechless. She stared down at her waist again, looking at the last traces of redness on her lower tummy, where they had touched and stroked her, teasing her with soft physical threats of touching her even lower. She wouldn’t let a guy touch her there, but Daniel was different to her and she allowed him to touch her there. And while Michelle hadn’t touched her there, Evelyn wasn’t uncomfortable with fact that she might.
What was driving her crazy the most was as they walked around her, surveying her from all sides, they quietly giggled and whispered to each other. Whispering loud enough for her to hear them whispering but not enough to hear what they were saying. She knew they were planning things, knew that they were up to no good where she was concerned and again regretted telling them of her desires. There was a deafening silence in the room and it was screaming at her and her alone. Fingers now teasing her hair from the back made her jump and she squirmed to get out of their reach. Her eyes clenched shut again and she jumped once more as more fingers came in contact with her breasts and nipples. The fingers grazed her breasts and lightly tweaked and pinched her nipples and she squirmed back away from them, only to come in contact with the fingers that once again played with her hair.
A finger traveling up and down the uncovered area of her spine caused her to squirm even more and she pirouetted on her tiptoes to get away from it. She was caught in a vicious circle; fingers teasing her hair, fingers teasing her breasts and nipples and a finger now teasing her lower spine. Now matter where she squirmed there were torturous fingers and they eagerly accepted her and eagerly teased her. As well, the fingers were now back, lightly teasing her lower tummy and she jerked and writhed. Even though she was gagged, she gasped as the fingers teased her tummy where it met her the beginning of her private area and she unclenched her eyes to see who was touching her there. Seeing both Daniel and Michelle both touching and teasing her there, she once more backed away. Both of then giggled gutturally and quietly as their fingers followed her every move. Her senses were being barraged on all sides and she was becoming delirious as her nervous system was being stretched to the limit and beyond.
They had stolen control from her, stolen her very sanctuary that she wanted desperately to hide in and was near the edge of insanity because of it. The sporadic but constant teasing, touching and stroking was dividing if not obliterating her senses and she was constantly on a razor’s edge because of it.
Suddenly she felt fingers slowly and octopus-like, traveling down from her wrists, down her arms and toward her armpits and she violently writhed. The fingers stopped abruptly next to her armpits and then slowly backtracked up and she felt a momentarily relief. That relief was shattered as the fingers traveled down again, only this time to enter her armpits and ballet dance about. Through the gag she burst out with guttural to loud giggles, then screamed through it as well and began danced around. This brought quiet laughter from Daniel and Michelle and more octopus ballet dancing in her armpits. She pirouetted and writhed in the worst way and danced on her sandal-covered feet as the fingers continued their evil torture, trying to back away again and back into her sanctuary. She needed relief and release and she needed it now or she was going into a black hole, to never return. Her eyes were clench even tighter than before and she screamed as loud as she could through the gag. She was in hell and they were in heaven.
“You are exquisitely and ticklishly virgin.” Daniel whispered in one ear. “And that gives us no end of evil ideas and perverted plans.”
She jerked and screamed through the gag, wanting desperately to get as far away from their “Evil ideas” and “Perverted plans,” as possible.
“Shall we give her the double razz.” Michelle asked.
“I think that’s a high-five idea.” Daniel replied.
Evelyn’s mind screamed wondering what a double razz was and in the blink of an eye she found out, as both of them simultaneously blew three raspberries in her armpits. She once again screamed through the gag and writhed about, as some serious armpits nibbling now commenced in one pit and the raspberries kept coming in the other. One sensation was bad enough but two were pure torture personified and she needed relief and release more than ever now. She couldn’t believe how one girl could be so evil to another.
First one raspberry then another then both at once was driving her crazy. What was also driving her crazy was the fact that she couldn’t keep her eyes on both of her armpits and they knew it too.
“Judging by your shirt.” Michelle whispered in her other ear. “You must be a perfect ticklish ten.”
Evelyn jerked again, not wanting to hear talk like that, especially from another female. She could well imagine being tickled by Daniel, but the thought of being tickled by Michelle was blowing her mind. She knew that only a woman knew another women’s body well, knew all it’s deep dark secrets and its strengths and weaknesses as well. And the last thing she wanted was anyone, especially another woman, to know her weaknesses and to use them against her too. This she knew fully well that Michelle could conceivably do and with great relish along with taking her sweet, sweet time to do it as well. She jerked and danced again as the octopus fingers entered her armpits once more and she again screamed through the gag.
“Oh my.” Whispered Daniel again. “Are those little droplets of sweat now forming in your armpits, tickling you as well?”
“We hope so.” Michelle added.
Evelyn was in turmoil. A part of her had wanted a man to do this, yet she was also in turmoil that she was letting someone she hardly knew, except for several online conversations, do this to her. She was even more in turmoil that a woman was doing it to her as well and it was driving her insane. A sudden shock brought her back into surreal reality as a hand slowly gripped her left foot and two fingers slowly slid from heel to toes. While she wasn’t ticklish there she loved having her feet touched and this erotic touch by one of them was beginning to drive her insane. Her insanity was suddenly being further shredded as fingers slid over her breasts and lightly and teasingly pinched her nipples. She jerked and writhed a bit, trying to get her breasts away from the fingers, but they followed her every movement. The fingers on her foot were erotic heaven but the fingers on her breasts and nipples were erotic hell and her nerve endings were being obliterated one at a time. She was now squealing and making every attempt to get away but her bonds severely limited that.
“Hmmmmmmmmmm.” Michelle cooed, continuing to pinch the nipples. “Someone’s nipples are having erections and isn’t that just too awesome. And so I hope we can milk this to the utmost. Maybe a few intense and sensual kisses to them will help that along.”
Evelyn jumped, jerked and writhed at that suggestion and tried again to get away from the fingers. The grip on her foot was firm and the fingers on her sole now felt somewhat prickly. This bothered her, as again while she wasn’t ticklish on the feet, this new sensation felt a little like that. Could it be that Daniel, she assumed it was him, as Michelle had spoken about her breasts, had a touch that could conceivably tickle. Suddenly her foot was let go and she frantically wondered what was going to happen. Suddenly she screamed as ten fingers invaded her armpits and rocketed about. She arched her back in the worst way then thrashed and cackled.
“I’ll bet this is torture huh?” Michelle spoke. “Of course it is, it’s supposed to be.” She giggled evilly and tickled more, seeking out the deepest recesses and tickling them firm.
“Armpits, armpits tickle them firm.” Michelle began to recite, “Make your ticklee squirm and squirm. Tickle them till your lee does scream, make her the ticklee of your dreams.”
Evelyn was indeed screaming and through the gag no less and she was doing everything she could to bring her arms down but it was impossible, and she fought like a wildcat.
Suddenly the tickling stopped and she grabbed for breath and eyed her ticklers very warily. Michelle now went behind her and Evelyn strained to see where the evil girl was going. But a couple of pokes to her exposed ribs caused her to look at Daniel and squirm. Two hands on either side of her lower ribs caused her to squirm even more and she tried to move away. The hands playfully slipped under her shirt and now began to tease the upper ribs one at a time. The fingers were soft and ballet like, sliding between each rib from the sides to the center and she cackled through the gag something fierce. She needed release from the torturous tickling, needed Michelle to stop immediately and let her have even a minute’s rest. But the fingers kept meandering over and in between the ribs, playing with them, teasing them, and torturing them.
The tickling suddenly went upward and she felt the fingers ballet dancing in her armpits again and that caused her to cackle even more.
“Through that gag sweets, your cackles are music to our ears. But we’d really like a symphony and I’m going to tickle you to get that right now.”
The fingers now played up and down her sides like she was an accordion and she strained in her bonds and cackled more loudly than ever. This was pure torture personified and she wanted to be free of it right now. Her mind was being barraged with tickles and every upper body nerve ending was being blindsided as well. If Michelle kept this up she would certainly go insane and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Each touch and stroke was worse than the one before and she was violently flinching with each one. As the hands were teasing her ribs she felt her shirt slowly moving up and she realized that they were teasing it off and she clenched her eyes tightly shut. She could feel the cool air in her tummy and flinched when it was given the occasional pinch. She also felt a single finger lightly drilling in her button and she desperately tried sucking it in. But with Michelle behind her she couldn’t go anywhere and she squirmed like crazy.
She felt her shirt going up further and further and she screamed inside for release. This was not happening she screamed to herself, this was not happening, but reality kept violently invading her senses as her shirt was teased over her head and left bunched up on her arms. She could feel now a cool breeze on her breasts and she wanted run away, anywhere, somewhere, as long as it wasn’t here. The cool breeze now came to her armpits and she screamed even louder inside and desperately tried to bring her arms down. Michelle was continuing to play accordion on her ribs and was now making little forays and teasing the outer edges to her armpits. Daniel was continuing to play with her tummy and button, giving her the occasional drill and forcing her to suck it in with nowhere to run.
She violently writhed and screamed through the gag louder than ever as Michelle’s fingers entered her armpits and continued to play accordion. The nimble fingers were dancing all over and under and were effortlessly to find the deepest and most ticklish recesses no matter where Evelyn writhed. The armpit tickling was far beyond pure torture personified and her senses, her mind and even her psyche were on the verge of going over the edge and into the never-ending abyss. The fingers probed and tickled deeper and firmer, stroking and now drilling and she screamed inside again. She writhed even more as one hand played up and down her left side while the other continued to assault the right armpit. The fingers on her tummy and in her button were just as bad and she screamed inside once more.
Suddenly the tickling stopped and while she still writhed, there was now a deafening silence and she wasn’t sure if that was worse than the tickling or not. Her mind didn’t have time to decide as she felt hot breath on both of her armpits, followed by guttural giggling from the both of them. Suddenly they were light and oh so sensually kissing her armpits and she was back to cackling through the gag again.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm.” Michelle giggled. “Someone has kissable ticklish armpits. Let us feast, gorge and wreak havoc.”
“And how about no limit too.” Daniel added.
The words feast, gorge and the phrases wreak havoc and no limit exploded within her and she again screamed through the gag.
“You know, if you speak in plain English>” Michelle announced. “We could understand what you’re saying and take appropriate action. But neither of us can understand gag.”
She wanted to say a lot of things to them, but the kissing was tickling and it was stealing her already almost extinct breath. Each kiss was more sensual more tickly and more torturous than the last. Their lips were soft on her pits and that made the sensations even worse. She knee jerked and screamed again as the kisses now turned to nibbles as well. The light sensual nibbles were driving her mad and the continued tickling was taking its toll as well. She was hyper sensitive here and was hyper insane because of it. She wanted to yell stop, but the gag wouldn’t let her. She wanted to climb the walls and get as far away from them as possible but the bonds wouldn’t let her. Every circuit in her brain was systematically blowing one after the other and she was reeling from each one. She could feel the nibbles in her deepest recesses and it was driving her insane as they went milimetre by milimetre, all over.
Suddenly she felt five fingers on either side of her ribs and jerked as they softly and sensually spidered over them. This was immediately followed by ten fingers spidering up and down her back and she arched it.
“Hmmmmm someone likes our rib tickling.” Michelle commented. “Shall we continue?”
“As long as we have ribs.” Daniel answered gutturally giggling.
Evelyn screamed through the gag again and danced on her tiptoes. The nibbling on her armpits was torture, the tickling of her ribs was almost as bad and now the spider tickling on her back was driving her insane. Now the fingers moved up and down her sides and she squirmed again, pleading through the gag.
“There you go speaking gag again.” Michelle spoke. “And we can’t understand a word you say.”
“So why don’t you talk in a language she can understand.” Daniel added.
The tickling suddenly got very light; just enough so that she could feel it, but not enough to really tickle to make her laugh or even squeal lightly. Daniel was tickling her from the back and suddenly Michelle’s fingers were nowhere to be felt. Then she heard the very audible sound of the zipper on her jeans being slowly pulled down and she squirmed intensely again The zipper was being pulled down so slow it was driving her crazy and she didn’t know what was to come. Suddenly she felt a single finger slowly stroking up and down her tender panty covered mound and she continued to squirm. Again she began screaming through the gag and both Michelle and Daniel laughed in reply.
The tickling was now resuming and a little firmer and she was blowing even more circuits. The tickling was hell and the sensual stroking of her mound was a totally different sensation indeed. The Armpit tickling was cruel but the mound tickling was even worse and she howled and screamed at them. While she could feel the dancing fingers in her armpits she could really feel the slow slithering finger on her mound and tried desperately to close her legs, but the bonds on the floor prevented that.
The finger was now continuous, tracing the outer edges of the mound then slithering up and down the center, She could something building up inside her and tried desperately to quell it. The nerve endings in her armpits were on fire, but the nerve endings on her mound were molten and she was frantic for any sort of release. Her howls and screams were almost endless now and both Michele and Daniel gutturally giggled at her predicament.
“Someone loves my finger” Michelle commented then giggled again. Maybe she’d like a little more lip service.”
Suddenly she felt the coldness of steel and heard the slow snip, snip of scissors and she realized that Michelle was cutting her panties. Her psyche was hearing the snips like gunshots and she reeled at each one. She felt a circular motion going on and realized that the evil girl was cutting a neat little hole directly over her mound and the loss of the last shred of protection made her squirm again.
“There we go.” Michelle announced. “A porthole to paradise.”
Evelyn howled and screamed again as Michelle’s finger now slipped in between the lips, and gently massaged there. Her mound was ready to explode and so was she as she continuously squirmed, trying frantically to get away from the finger.
“That’s it.” Michelle taunted. “You just let the big bad fervid finger have all the fun.”
Evelyn again howled and screamed and squirmed unceasingly. She was on the verge of losing total control but she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
“Yes.” Daniel added. “You just give in to the big bad fervid finger, as it now owns you.” He laughed at his remark and Michelle laughed with him.
She didn’t want to hear that, she didn’t want to believe that and she tried to say something. Suddenly there was a nibbling of her left nipple as well, as the fingering and tickling continued. The nibbling was another torture, compounding the other two and she cursed her shirt for being useless protection. She knew it was Daniel nibbling and clenched her eyes tightly shut again and frantically pulled and strained at the bonds that held her. She was molten and now on the verge of becoming volcanic and she was cursing them for forcing her there.
“I think we have a trickle of victory.” Michelle announced and with that she stopped stroking.
Daniel stopped tickling and nibbling and Evelyn breathed an intense sigh of relief, she jerked when she felt a hand on her left foot and heard the clasp on the left ankle cuff being taken off the floor bolt. Another sigh of relief came over her as she felt she was being released, as she was almost spent. Her senses backed up against a wall and jacked like some poor tourist unlucky enough to have met a mugger. She waited for the other foot cuff to be released and waited for her arms to be released as well, but that didn’t happen. She could hear and feel them moving around her and she squirmed in helpless anticipation. This was met with fleeting and dancing fingers in her armpits, delicate pinches to her nipples and fleeting strokes to her mound and she squealed and danced at every one. Her free leg twisted and turned, trying to keep her balance as her strength was trickling away. The last of her few operational senses trying desperately to combat the incessant and erratic torturous touches.
She jerked with surprise when she felt a hand gripping her ankle and her leg being bent back behind her. She felt a strap being secured to her thigh and the leg cuff being fastened to it. Now she was standing on one foot only and both Michelle and Daniel gutturally giggled again and Michelle gave her another quick stroke up the mound. She yipped through the gag and danced on one foot causing them to giggle more.
Suddenly she felt spider fingers cruising her upturned sole from heel to toes and the surprise made her writhe it all over. YES YES YES, she screamed to herself. She loved having her feet touched and sensually played with, she loved the intimacy that went with it, as someone slithered a finger between her toes or let their fingers caress the length and breadth of her soles. After what seemed a never-ending hell she was now in sensual heaven.
Evelyn’s soles were a soft pale pink, the arches, semi high and curved; the soft pads under the toes the balls and the heels lightly padded. Each soft ticklish sole was totally and completely Michelle’s and she now sensually teasing the left one. She lightly pinched each toe, starting at the big toe and working her way down, intensely working over each one. She teased each little crevice between, under and between the soft toes, dancing over the feet; the arches and Evelyn intensely squirmed in fits of delicious ecstasy.
To her horror the torturous fingering returned to her mound, the torturous tickling to her armpits followed by the subtle nibbling of her left nipple and she howled and screamed again. Hell had arrived once more.
Fervid, Erotic desires,
Inspired by Evelyn jones,
written by Ticklishscribe,
c.2007
Evelyn eyed Daniel and Michelle very warily as she stood before them arms above her head, wrists tied to a rope tied to an O bolt in the ceiling, feet tied to two other O bolts on the floor. She squirmed as they circled her, trying to keep them in her field of view and trying not to let them divide her visual senses. She wanted to beg, but the yellow tape across her mouth prevented that. Prevented her from some verbal defense and any hope of trying to talk them out of what they would do to her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut whenever they flexed their fingers in her direction and squirmed away from them. But being that she was on her tiptoes, she had very limited movement, as well as staying on her feet and not totally hanging by her wrists.
Her gray sleeveless somewhat tight t-shirt with a white number ten on it was bunched around her upper tummy and ribs area and her large breasts showed through. She regretted not wearing a bra and was now very conscious that they were so apparent today. She was also conscious of the fact that Michelle had slowly unclasped her jeans and she tried not to glance down at her private area, to show any apprehension of them touching her there. She could see them circling her like vultures and she prayed that they would remove the gag and let her speak.
She was surprised with herself for confiding in them her fervid, erotic desires and was instantly regretting telling them as they smiled evilly at her then took her by the hand into the bedroom. The bedroom that seemed not a part of the house but rather a part of another world, a world that she wanted to be as far away from as possible. She wanted escape, wanted out of the bonds that held her for them. Again she wanted to beg and again she feared the yellow tape that kept her speechless. She stared down at her waist again, looking at the last traces of redness on her lower tummy, where they had touched and stroked her, teasing her with soft physical threats of touching her even lower. She wouldn’t let a guy touch her there, but Daniel was different to her and she allowed him to touch her there. And while Michelle hadn’t touched her there, Evelyn wasn’t uncomfortable with fact that she might.
What was driving her crazy the most was as they walked around her, surveying her from all sides, they quietly giggled and whispered to each other. Whispering loud enough for her to hear them whispering but not enough to hear what they were saying. She knew they were planning things, knew that they were up to no good where she was concerned and again regretted telling them of her desires. There was a deafening silence in the room and it was screaming at her and her alone. Fingers now teasing her hair from the back made her jump and she squirmed to get out of their reach. Her eyes clenched shut again and she jumped once more as more fingers came in contact with her breasts and nipples. The fingers grazed her breasts and lightly tweaked and pinched her nipples and she squirmed back away from them, only to come in contact with the fingers that once again played with her hair.
A finger traveling up and down the uncovered area of her spine caused her to squirm even more and she pirouetted on her tiptoes to get away from it. She was caught in a vicious circle; fingers teasing her hair, fingers teasing her breasts and nipples and a finger now teasing her lower spine. Now matter where she squirmed there were torturous fingers and they eagerly accepted her and eagerly teased her. As well, the fingers were now back, lightly teasing her lower tummy and she jerked and writhed. Even though she was gagged, she gasped as the fingers teased her tummy where it met her the beginning of her private area and she unclenched her eyes to see who was touching her there. Seeing both Daniel and Michelle both touching and teasing her there, she once more backed away. Both of then giggled gutturally and quietly as their fingers followed her every move. Her senses were being barraged on all sides and she was becoming delirious as her nervous system was being stretched to the limit and beyond.
They had stolen control from her, stolen her very sanctuary that she wanted desperately to hide in and was near the edge of insanity because of it. The sporadic but constant teasing, touching and stroking was dividing if not obliterating her senses and she was constantly on a razor’s edge because of it.
Suddenly she felt fingers slowly and octopus-like, traveling down from her wrists, down her arms and toward her armpits and she violently writhed. The fingers stopped abruptly next to her armpits and then slowly backtracked up and she felt a momentarily relief. That relief was shattered as the fingers traveled down again, only this time to enter her armpits and ballet dance about. Through the gag she burst out with guttural to loud giggles, then screamed through it as well and began danced around. This brought quiet laughter from Daniel and Michelle and more octopus ballet dancing in her armpits. She pirouetted and writhed in the worst way and danced on her sandal-covered feet as the fingers continued their evil torture, trying to back away again and back into her sanctuary. She needed relief and release and she needed it now or she was going into a black hole, to never return. Her eyes were clench even tighter than before and she screamed as loud as she could through the gag. She was in hell and they were in heaven.
“You are exquisitely and ticklishly virgin.” Daniel whispered in one ear. “And that gives us no end of evil ideas and perverted plans.”
She jerked and screamed through the gag, wanting desperately to get as far away from their “Evil ideas” and “Perverted plans,” as possible.
“Shall we give her the double razz.” Michelle asked.
“I think that’s a high-five idea.” Daniel replied.
Evelyn’s mind screamed wondering what a double razz was and in the blink of an eye she found out, as both of them simultaneously blew three raspberries in her armpits. She once again screamed through the gag and writhed about, as some serious armpits nibbling now commenced in one pit and the raspberries kept coming in the other. One sensation was bad enough but two were pure torture personified and she needed relief and release more than ever now. She couldn’t believe how one girl could be so evil to another.
First one raspberry then another then both at once was driving her crazy. What was also driving her crazy was the fact that she couldn’t keep her eyes on both of her armpits and they knew it too.
“Judging by your shirt.” Michelle whispered in her other ear. “You must be a perfect ticklish ten.”
Evelyn jerked again, not wanting to hear talk like that, especially from another female. She could well imagine being tickled by Daniel, but the thought of being tickled by Michelle was blowing her mind. She knew that only a woman knew another women’s body well, knew all it’s deep dark secrets and its strengths and weaknesses as well. And the last thing she wanted was anyone, especially another woman, to know her weaknesses and to use them against her too. This she knew fully well that Michelle could conceivably do and with great relish along with taking her sweet, sweet time to do it as well. She jerked and danced again as the octopus fingers entered her armpits once more and she again screamed through the gag.
“Oh my.” Whispered Daniel again. “Are those little droplets of sweat now forming in your armpits, tickling you as well?”
“We hope so.” Michelle added.
Evelyn was in turmoil. A part of her had wanted a man to do this, yet she was also in turmoil that she was letting someone she hardly knew, except for several online conversations, do this to her. She was even more in turmoil that a woman was doing it to her as well and it was driving her insane. A sudden shock brought her back into surreal reality as a hand slowly gripped her left foot and two fingers slowly slid from heel to toes. While she wasn’t ticklish there she loved having her feet touched and this erotic touch by one of them was beginning to drive her insane. Her insanity was suddenly being further shredded as fingers slid over her breasts and lightly and teasingly pinched her nipples. She jerked and writhed a bit, trying to get her breasts away from the fingers, but they followed her every movement. The fingers on her foot were erotic heaven but the fingers on her breasts and nipples were erotic hell and her nerve endings were being obliterated one at a time. She was now squealing and making every attempt to get away but her bonds severely limited that.
“Hmmmmmmmmmm.” Michelle cooed, continuing to pinch the nipples. “Someone’s nipples are having erections and isn’t that just too awesome. And so I hope we can milk this to the utmost. Maybe a few intense and sensual kisses to them will help that along.”
Evelyn jumped, jerked and writhed at that suggestion and tried again to get away from the fingers. The grip on her foot was firm and the fingers on her sole now felt somewhat prickly. This bothered her, as again while she wasn’t ticklish on the feet, this new sensation felt a little like that. Could it be that Daniel, she assumed it was him, as Michelle had spoken about her breasts, had a touch that could conceivably tickle. Suddenly her foot was let go and she frantically wondered what was going to happen. Suddenly she screamed as ten fingers invaded her armpits and rocketed about. She arched her back in the worst way then thrashed and cackled.
“I’ll bet this is torture huh?” Michelle spoke. “Of course it is, it’s supposed to be.” She giggled evilly and tickled more, seeking out the deepest recesses and tickling them firm.
“Armpits, armpits tickle them firm.” Michelle began to recite, “Make your ticklee squirm and squirm. Tickle them till your lee does scream, make her the ticklee of your dreams.”
Evelyn was indeed screaming and through the gag no less and she was doing everything she could to bring her arms down but it was impossible, and she fought like a wildcat.
Suddenly the tickling stopped and she grabbed for breath and eyed her ticklers very warily. Michelle now went behind her and Evelyn strained to see where the evil girl was going. But a couple of pokes to her exposed ribs caused her to look at Daniel and squirm. Two hands on either side of her lower ribs caused her to squirm even more and she tried to move away. The hands playfully slipped under her shirt and now began to tease the upper ribs one at a time. The fingers were soft and ballet like, sliding between each rib from the sides to the center and she cackled through the gag something fierce. She needed release from the torturous tickling, needed Michelle to stop immediately and let her have even a minute’s rest. But the fingers kept meandering over and in between the ribs, playing with them, teasing them, and torturing them.
The tickling suddenly went upward and she felt the fingers ballet dancing in her armpits again and that caused her to cackle even more.
“Through that gag sweets, your cackles are music to our ears. But we’d really like a symphony and I’m going to tickle you to get that right now.”
The fingers now played up and down her sides like she was an accordion and she strained in her bonds and cackled more loudly than ever. This was pure torture personified and she wanted to be free of it right now. Her mind was being barraged with tickles and every upper body nerve ending was being blindsided as well. If Michelle kept this up she would certainly go insane and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Each touch and stroke was worse than the one before and she was violently flinching with each one. As the hands were teasing her ribs she felt her shirt slowly moving up and she realized that they were teasing it off and she clenched her eyes tightly shut. She could feel the cool air in her tummy and flinched when it was given the occasional pinch. She also felt a single finger lightly drilling in her button and she desperately tried sucking it in. But with Michelle behind her she couldn’t go anywhere and she squirmed like crazy.
She felt her shirt going up further and further and she screamed inside for release. This was not happening she screamed to herself, this was not happening, but reality kept violently invading her senses as her shirt was teased over her head and left bunched up on her arms. She could feel now a cool breeze on her breasts and she wanted run away, anywhere, somewhere, as long as it wasn’t here. The cool breeze now came to her armpits and she screamed even louder inside and desperately tried to bring her arms down. Michelle was continuing to play accordion on her ribs and was now making little forays and teasing the outer edges to her armpits. Daniel was continuing to play with her tummy and button, giving her the occasional drill and forcing her to suck it in with nowhere to run.
She violently writhed and screamed through the gag louder than ever as Michelle’s fingers entered her armpits and continued to play accordion. The nimble fingers were dancing all over and under and were effortlessly to find the deepest and most ticklish recesses no matter where Evelyn writhed. The armpit tickling was far beyond pure torture personified and her senses, her mind and even her psyche were on the verge of going over the edge and into the never-ending abyss. The fingers probed and tickled deeper and firmer, stroking and now drilling and she screamed inside again. She writhed even more as one hand played up and down her left side while the other continued to assault the right armpit. The fingers on her tummy and in her button were just as bad and she screamed inside once more.
Suddenly the tickling stopped and while she still writhed, there was now a deafening silence and she wasn’t sure if that was worse than the tickling or not. Her mind didn’t have time to decide as she felt hot breath on both of her armpits, followed by guttural giggling from the both of them. Suddenly they were light and oh so sensually kissing her armpits and she was back to cackling through the gag again.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm.” Michelle giggled. “Someone has kissable ticklish armpits. Let us feast, gorge and wreak havoc.”
“And how about no limit too.” Daniel added.
The words feast, gorge and the phrases wreak havoc and no limit exploded within her and she again screamed through the gag.
“You know, if you speak in plain English>” Michelle announced. “We could understand what you’re saying and take appropriate action. But neither of us can understand gag.”
She wanted to say a lot of things to them, but the kissing was tickling and it was stealing her already almost extinct breath. Each kiss was more sensual more tickly and more torturous than the last. Their lips were soft on her pits and that made the sensations even worse. She knee jerked and screamed again as the kisses now turned to nibbles as well. The light sensual nibbles were driving her mad and the continued tickling was taking its toll as well. She was hyper sensitive here and was hyper insane because of it. She wanted to yell stop, but the gag wouldn’t let her. She wanted to climb the walls and get as far away from them as possible but the bonds wouldn’t let her. Every circuit in her brain was systematically blowing one after the other and she was reeling from each one. She could feel the nibbles in her deepest recesses and it was driving her insane as they went milimetre by milimetre, all over.
Suddenly she felt five fingers on either side of her ribs and jerked as they softly and sensually spidered over them. This was immediately followed by ten fingers spidering up and down her back and she arched it.
“Hmmmmm someone likes our rib tickling.” Michelle commented. “Shall we continue?”
“As long as we have ribs.” Daniel answered gutturally giggling.
Evelyn screamed through the gag again and danced on her tiptoes. The nibbling on her armpits was torture, the tickling of her ribs was almost as bad and now the spider tickling on her back was driving her insane. Now the fingers moved up and down her sides and she squirmed again, pleading through the gag.
“There you go speaking gag again.” Michelle spoke. “And we can’t understand a word you say.”
“So why don’t you talk in a language she can understand.” Daniel added.
The tickling suddenly got very light; just enough so that she could feel it, but not enough to really tickle to make her laugh or even squeal lightly. Daniel was tickling her from the back and suddenly Michelle’s fingers were nowhere to be felt. Then she heard the very audible sound of the zipper on her jeans being slowly pulled down and she squirmed intensely again The zipper was being pulled down so slow it was driving her crazy and she didn’t know what was to come. Suddenly she felt a single finger slowly stroking up and down her tender panty covered mound and she continued to squirm. Again she began screaming through the gag and both Michelle and Daniel laughed in reply.
The tickling was now resuming and a little firmer and she was blowing even more circuits. The tickling was hell and the sensual stroking of her mound was a totally different sensation indeed. The Armpit tickling was cruel but the mound tickling was even worse and she howled and screamed at them. While she could feel the dancing fingers in her armpits she could really feel the slow slithering finger on her mound and tried desperately to close her legs, but the bonds on the floor prevented that.
The finger was now continuous, tracing the outer edges of the mound then slithering up and down the center, She could something building up inside her and tried desperately to quell it. The nerve endings in her armpits were on fire, but the nerve endings on her mound were molten and she was frantic for any sort of release. Her howls and screams were almost endless now and both Michele and Daniel gutturally giggled at her predicament.
“Someone loves my finger” Michelle commented then giggled again. Maybe she’d like a little more lip service.”
Suddenly she felt the coldness of steel and heard the slow snip, snip of scissors and she realized that Michelle was cutting her panties. Her psyche was hearing the snips like gunshots and she reeled at each one. She felt a circular motion going on and realized that the evil girl was cutting a neat little hole directly over her mound and the loss of the last shred of protection made her squirm again.
“There we go.” Michelle announced. “A porthole to paradise.”
Evelyn howled and screamed again as Michelle’s finger now slipped in between the lips, and gently massaged there. Her mound was ready to explode and so was she as she continuously squirmed, trying frantically to get away from the finger.
“That’s it.” Michelle taunted. “You just let the big bad fervid finger have all the fun.”
Evelyn again howled and screamed and squirmed unceasingly. She was on the verge of losing total control but she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
“Yes.” Daniel added. “You just give in to the big bad fervid finger, as it now owns you.” He laughed at his remark and Michelle laughed with him.
She didn’t want to hear that, she didn’t want to believe that and she tried to say something. Suddenly there was a nibbling of her left nipple as well, as the fingering and tickling continued. The nibbling was another torture, compounding the other two and she cursed her shirt for being useless protection. She knew it was Daniel nibbling and clenched her eyes tightly shut again and frantically pulled and strained at the bonds that held her. She was molten and now on the verge of becoming volcanic and she was cursing them for forcing her there.
“I think we have a trickle of victory.” Michelle announced and with that she stopped stroking.
Daniel stopped tickling and nibbling and Evelyn breathed an intense sigh of relief, she jerked when she felt a hand on her left foot and heard the clasp on the left ankle cuff being taken off the floor bolt. Another sigh of relief came over her as she felt she was being released, as she was almost spent. Her senses backed up against a wall and jacked like some poor tourist unlucky enough to have met a mugger. She waited for the other foot cuff to be released and waited for her arms to be released as well, but that didn’t happen. She could hear and feel them moving around her and she squirmed in helpless anticipation. This was met with fleeting and dancing fingers in her armpits, delicate pinches to her nipples and fleeting strokes to her mound and she squealed and danced at every one. Her free leg twisted and turned, trying to keep her balance as her strength was trickling away. The last of her few operational senses trying desperately to combat the incessant and erratic torturous touches.
She jerked with surprise when she felt a hand gripping her ankle and her leg being bent back behind her. She felt a strap being secured to her thigh and the leg cuff being fastened to it. Now she was standing on one foot only and both Michelle and Daniel gutturally giggled again and Michelle gave her another quick stroke up the mound. She yipped through the gag and danced on one foot causing them to giggle more.
Suddenly she felt spider fingers cruising her upturned sole from heel to toes and the surprise made her writhe it all over. YES YES YES, she screamed to herself. She loved having her feet touched and sensually played with, she loved the intimacy that went with it, as someone slithered a finger between her toes or let their fingers caress the length and breadth of her soles. After what seemed a never-ending hell she was now in sensual heaven.
Evelyn’s soles were a soft pale pink, the arches, semi high and curved; the soft pads under the toes the balls and the heels lightly padded. Each soft ticklish sole was totally and completely Michelle’s and she now sensually teasing the left one. She lightly pinched each toe, starting at the big toe and working her way down, intensely working over each one. She teased each little crevice between, under and between the soft toes, dancing over the feet; the arches and Evelyn intensely squirmed in fits of delicious ecstasy.
To her horror the torturous fingering returned to her mound, the torturous tickling to her armpits followed by the subtle nibbling of her left nipple and she howled and screamed again. Hell had arrived once more.
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