Fitness-tickle club

[RodPL]

Fitness-tickle club (ff/f,tickling,foot-spanking)

Here is a story I have published on the Polish Tickling Forum, no translated into English. This is the first part, the next ones are on their way, but a lot depends on the feedback I get as it takes quite a lot of time to write it so I'm not going to continue translating if noone is interested. Please forgive the slightly long introduction, to me it is one of its advantages. Have as much fun reading as I had writing it!

THE STORY IS TO FEATURE: extreme, all-over FF/F, F/F, M/F, MF/F tickle-torture, light foot-punnishment, tickling competiton, detailed descriptions of the characters including their bodies and feet as well as their personality, reactions to tickling and tickling-related emotions, various bondage and tickling devices (in the next parts)... Read further if interested.


FITNESS-TICKLE CLUB: TORTURE, SPORT, FRIENDSHIP

Agatha, a dark-haired, tall 19-year-old ran quickly up the stairs leading to the front door. She had ran for 10 minutes but didn't look tired at all. Like every friday she had lost a lot of time talking to her mom before she went out, so if she didn't run she would arrive late. She got used to it. Every single friday Agatha'a mother insisted that the girl should eat something before she goes out to do these "excercices" she does every week. It always took at least 15 minutes to persuade mom that she musn't eat before she leaves to do her best in the training. Her mother never seemed to understand it but finally she always let her go. "Thank God she still hasn't asked what kind of excercises require so much sacrifice. She would never let me go if she knew what I was doing. And I can't withdraw now" she thought and she knew she was right. Agatha was the leader in her group. She was the most committed girl and she did her best every week. Tickling-endurance was her passion. And the training was just about to begin...

Agatha reached the the top of the stairs and pushed the door. It opened wide. She ran inside and sat on a bench by the entrance. The receptionist greeted her with a "Hi!". She replied enthusiastically. She proceeded to take her sport shoes off. On the floor just in front of her there was a green line. It indicated the place from which no trainee could wear her shoes. Curiously, all girls obbeyed that rule meticulously and so did Agatha. Every girl who broke that rule had to take penalty. When she came here for the first time she found it silly but soon she realized how thrilling it was. The sport she practiced was just a few years old but the idea of strict rules with no obvious reasons for and severe punishments for breaking them sounded cool to her. She found it similar to those martial-arts rules and traditions and she thought it made every training-sessions very special and somewhat mysterious.

The brunette left her shoes in perfect order under the wall where lots of other girls' shoes were already left. She smiled. There was no doubt that hers were the largest of all. Agatha knew her feet were big. Big but perfect. She was very slim and tall and her long feet with slender toes were in ideal proportion with the rest of her body. Also the efforts she put in keeping her feet in perfect shape made them extraordinary. She had taken special care of her feet ever since she remembered, even long before she took up tickling-endurance trainings. Such big feet always drew male's attention and she loved to prove all those who thought big feet weren't femenine wrong. But when Agatha joined the club she became really obsessive about them. Now, being considered the most commited girl in the group she had already tickled dozens of female feet. None of them were as smooth and soft as her own though. Agatha was proud of that. Every girl in the club did her best to keep her feet stainless to eye and touch. In the end they all exposed their bare soles every week. And as the laughter was what they came there for, the softer and more sensitive they were the more efficient the excercise was.

The girl peeled socks off her feet and stepped on the cold marble floor. She loved to feel the ground under her bare feet. In summer she would always take the longer way from home to the club, one that led through a park located just by the club.As soon as she entered it she would take her shoes off and run over soft grass right to the door. As she ran each blade of grass would lightly stroke her soles. Even such a gentle touch tickled her. She loved it and considered it a kind of warm up before the serious tickling she was about to get. And then she would step on cold marble of the stairs and run straight to the excercise room to be the first to be strapped in for tickling. Now in winter the only pleasure of that kind on her way to the tickling-gym was stepping on the marble. She didn't spend much time doing it though. There was something much better waiting for her so she immediately headed for the cloakroom and said hello to her colleagues.

"Hello Agatha! How about a tickling duel today. I'm gonna beat you. I'll be hysteric, I'm receiving my punishment today, but I won't give up!" called a blonde sitting closest to the door just after Agatha put her foot on the floor. The blonde already wore the full tickling outfit - a short black tanktop that didn't cover her belly at all and skimpy red string panties. Agatha smiled hearing about the punishment as it was one of those thrilling things there. Sandra - the blonde was caught leaving her shoes in a mess by the coach. According to the rules at the beginning of this training-session she had to take 10 spanks on each foot. The spanks could hurt like hell but Sandra didn't look scared. Nor would Agatha. Actually, the more experienced girls like her or Sandra liked to be punished like that because every punishment would increase the sensitivity of their feet. The results were fun enough to take the pain the punnishments involved. In the past Agatha had deliberately broke minor rules to deserve some torture on her feet and then get tickled just after they relieved from it. She was simply fanatic. Everything that tickled or increased ticklishness was her friend. The only thing she didn't dare to ask for so far was having her feet roasted with a heatgun. It was considered the highest penalty. No girl she knew personally experienced it as it was apllied for those bigger offences to the rules but Agatha was told that in the first year of the club's existence several girls gave up their new hobbies once they were punnished like this. Of course, Agatha experimented with her own hairdryer at home but was unable to continue heating her sole once she felt the burning feeling. The experiment was succesful anyway - although there was noone to tickle her after she switched the hairdryer off, the sensation she produced by stroking her own tantalized sole made her laugh. Imagining how hysteric she would be if someone had her restrained then she was determined to try having this done to her. Not to soon though...

"Owwww, a challenge from a convict. There's nothing better, I'll take it" said Agata with an evil smile. "Toe bondage, huh?" she added.

Sandra nodded her head. "Even head restraints if you wish!" she replied boastingly.

"Hurry up girls, you're almost late, Sandra won't take another punnishment today!" laughed one of the other girls walking out of the cloakroom. Inside remained only 3 persons. Agatha, Sandra, and one girl they didn't know...

Agatha noticed her immediately even before Sandra offered her the duel. What drew her attention was the fact that unlike other girls, the new still had all her clothes on! She even wore azure ankle-length socks on her feet. Agatha examined her face. The girl was about 18 and you could clearly see it was her first visit there. She sat alone holding her costume, similar to the one Sandra was wearing, in her hand. It still had the tag on. Agatha watched the girl carefully. She realized she was just about tear the tag off when Sandra mentioned she was going to be punnished. It obviously made the girl abandon the thought and hesitate again.

"A newcomer" Agatha realized immediately. "Why am I always the first to talk to them?" she thought and stepped to the new girl. Sandra immediately followed her. They sat on the bench, surrounding the new one.

-Hey, little one, hurry up, your new hobby is waiting! - Agata said in a playfull manner. The girl smiled tentatively. -How do you know it will be my hobby - she asked.
-Don't worry, I will take care of that - Agatha replied indulgently and friendly wrapped her arm around the girl and continued - I'm Agatha and she is Sandra, there's no need to worry, we felt the same way on our first day here! - Having said it Agatha got rid of her jeans and changed into her tickling suit, all black with rows of white squares on the edges. She looked stunning. The new girl's smile became brighter.

-Come on, dress up, the time is running out. And take these socks off, I haven't seen anyone wearing them here for months - Sandra encouraged her.

The girls' effort was partly succesful and the new girl finally detached the tag from her costume.

-I'm Evelyn, call me Eve - she finally introduced herself - but...I'm not going to be punished for wearing socks here, am I?

Both Agatha and Sandra laughed sincerely. "Not this time! In fact, socks aren't forbidden at all but believe me, it is no point covering feet. And by the way if you don't hurry up, we'll soon find ourselves strapped to separate tables ready for foot-spanking! - Agatha laughed stretching her legs and playfully wiggling her long toes. Evelyn shed her trousers and put her costume on. Like Agata and Sandra she had nice, slim body but she was much tinier than they were. She tied her dark hair in a ponytail and all the three girls stood up. They looked equally prepared for the tickling-session, apart from the socks still on Eve's feet.

-Your feet must have a special secret...won't you take these socks off? - Sandra grinned. Eve looked confused again.
-Oh, it's no problem if she doesn't want to. Soon they'll come off, they have no choice. No let's go, we are all late! - Agata replied and urged them to go.

The girls headed to the door. Sandra opened it and the first hysterical laughs of that afternoon reached their ears. They were walking along a short corridor to the room where the training took place as Eve asked:
-Girls, how ticklish are you?
-One scream will tell you more than a thousand words - laughed Sandra - you're just about to see!

They entered the room. It was a rather small gym with matresses around and 5 leather padded tables in the middle. 2 of them were in use, at the third one, a girl was just laying down and two other girls were strapping her feet to it. The room was increasingly noisy. On the most remote table a girl was already going nuts. The second one was just being warmed up by three other girls but yet you could hear helpless giggle. Eve had seen it all in the adverts but now it looked different. She couldn't hide excitement.

-Wow, these tables look massive - she admitted.
-Yeah, they are. I don't remember them moving an inch, no matter what the ticklee was doing - Agatha assured her.

The coach came up to them. He was slim but well-built and was about 30.
-Hello, I'm Tim. Welcome to the club miss...
-Eve, just Eve - the new girl smiled. She seemed much more secure than at the beginning. Agata and Sandra smiled at each other.
-Saving the best for the end, huh? - Tim asked glancing at her sock-covered feet - I'm sure your new friends will be happy to peel them off. Girls, have you introduced Eve to our world yet?
-They began to. With excellent results - Eve replied instead of them.
-Well done then. I'm sure you will enjoy yourself Eve. Oh, by the way, how about penalty execution Sandra?
-I am ready. But let's wait until, let' say, 5 o'clock, I'm having a bet with Agata, the punishment will help me win so we need 2 tables at once - Sandra replied boldly
-As you wish. You have a half an hour until 5 left, show Eve round until then and you can tickle yourselves as much as you want. I'll be around if you need me - said Tim and walked away to one of the tables.
-So, here we go Eve. Let's warm up! - Agatha and Sandra said almost simultanously
-What is all that punishment stuff Sandra? - Eve finally asked that question
-There's nothing to fear, don't worry. I'm about to get it and I don't, so could you care less? - Sandra answered. Meanwhile Agata approached her from behind and digged her fingers into her bare sides.
-Yiiiiiiikes, damn stop it - yelled the surprised blonde shaking her hands. Eve and Agatha laughed.
-Don't waste our time, the table is waiting! - Agatha hurried them up. They came up to the first free table.
-Who goes first - asked Eve a little scared again
-You, any doubts? - laughed Sandra - But seriously, try if you want
-And what if not? - Eve asked gently poking her side
-I can go first then - she said fighting her giggle
-Voted down - clinched Agatha picking up leather straps that lied on the table.

"Sit down" she ordered Sandra who obediently sat on the table wrapping her arms around her legs, and touching the leather surface with her soles. Eve wondered if she did it to protect her weak spots... Agatha knew it, she's known Sandra since the beginning of her tickling passion. "Here you are" said Agatha handing in two straps to Eve. Surprisingly Eve instinctively knew what to do. She quickly buckled it tightly around Sandra's left ankle and proceeded to her wrist. She even dared to stroke the top of Sandra's foot with her long fingernail but Sandra shrieked and said "Don't do it or you may loose your teeth little one! Never touch my feet without full bondage!". Meanwhile Agata took care of the right side.

"And just two moves left" she said securing wrist straps to the rings in the table corners as Sandra layed one her back helplessly stretched. Eve did the same with ankles and didn't hesitate to scratch Sandra's sole vigorously now. "Ayyyahaha STOP we haven't started yet!" screamed Sandra and as Eve moved her hands away from her feet, she added "Aga, we're not giving her a reduced rate today! She's just begging for tickle hell"

Eve smiled innocently. She was as innocent as she was earlier in the dressing room. But she was no longer scared. As long as Sandra was tied up she was safe and the thought of being the tickler excited her like hell. Agata patted her arm.

"Let's start, little one" she said and gently put her hands on Sandra's helpless thighs. Eve placed her fingers on Sandra's soft soles...

Finally being able to touch Sandra's feet without fear of being kicked, Eve gave her white long soles a few light strokes with her fingertips. Her own excitement surprised her a lot. Apart from Sandra's unbelievable ticklishness proven by her little-girlish laughter erupting from the very first touch and her feet wiggling around in her bonds, Eve noticed one more thing that fascinated her. Although Sandra was barefoot all the time since she saw her, her feet were warm and so smooth that the tiny brunette found pleasure in every touch she gave them. The sight of girl's toes with red-painted nails helplessly curled completed the euphoria. "It must become my hobby! Being able to tickle more feet like these must be worth it!" thought Eve, even though she had never caught herself admiring feet of another girl and 15 minutes earlier she didn't even notice Agatha's perfect feet. It didn't bother her anyway. She gently, almost protectively wrapped palm of her left hand around Sandra's right foot and faintly started scratching its sole with her fingernails. Sandra bit her lips but almost immediately surrendered to helpless laughter even though the tickling was that mild.

Agatha didn't let her old friend wait long for her torture to become unbearable. She knew Sandra could take a lot of tickling and she knew nothing can work better than a violent, rapid attack to put her in constant silent laughter that will make her abdominal muscles stress and leave Sandra gasping for air. That was what tickling-endurance was all about and that was what every trainee had to learn during her first sessions: accepting extreme laughter, right control of breath and focus on fighting against the bondage rather than against the laughter. She was delighted to think that she and Sandra were going to be the ones to bring little Eve into that world. But now it was Sandra's tickling time and Agatha respected every second of someone else's session.

Without saying a word Agatha digged her fingers into Sandra's firm thighs. Out of the ticklee's lips came a loud horrified yell. Eve gave up tickling Sandra's foot for a moment and looked at Agatha but she didn't care. She knew she had to break that first resistance of the ticklee without mercy. She confidently continued digging two fingers of each hand in both thighs. For 30 seconds Sandra's scream was the loudest of all sounds in the gym. A few times she mumbled "Girls, girls I beg you stoppp it!" but Agatha didn't allow her new friend to stop tickling poor Sandra. For the next minute Sandra's laughter was getting weaker. Drops of sweat covered her face and she fought hard to keep breathing. Soon her laughter was constant as the girl managed to gain control of her breath. With her eyes open wide she repeatedly glanced at both girls and shook her head from time to time to relieve the sensation. Finally Agatha ordered Evelyn to give the ticklee a break.

The tall brunette looked into Sandras eyes and touched her brow. The blonde didn't say a word but she nodded her head. For another minute she lied with her eyes closed calming her breath down. Meanwhile Sandra stepped to Evelyn and gave her a few hints on tickling feet. Finally she said: "Now leave them alone for a minute and look at me". Having said it she approached Sandra's tummy and without saying a word she digged her fingers into Sandra's midriff. Eve looked at the scene with horror in her eyes. "Is she going to do the same to me?" she thought. But then she looked at Sandra's curled toes again,got a grip and decided to focus on tickling the blonde. She patted Sandra's wrinkled sole and playfully said "Wait until I join her". Sandra was already approaching the state Agatha brought her to earlier. Evelyn raised her head avoiding looking into Sandra's terrified eyes and watched Agatha passionately tickling her sides, waiting until the tall brunette allows her to join in.

 

[SF85]

Great story so far. I'd like to see anymore chapters you might have.

 

[Vergil]

very good! indeed more!

 

[RodPL]

Here's another part for those who liked the first one. I hope it attracts more readers.

Eve was very impatient watching Sandra's body twitch and shake in her bondage. Watching Agatha methodically torturing the blonde was inspiring but scary. The tall, long haired brunette seemed to have a killer instinct for tickling and Eve sincerely hoped it would be Sandra, not her who would tickle her in her own first session. Agatha climbed on the table and sat on Sandra's shaking hips violently attacking her sides. A few hysterical screams interupted Sandra's constant laughter. Eve wondered what Sandra's face looked like then but she couldn't see anything except for Agatha's back and her long hair waving as the ticklee struggled. Suddenly the tickler gave Sandra a break. She turned around still sitting on her hips limiting her movement and adressed Eve: "Alright little one, it's your turn now. Show what you've learnt!"

She didn't have to encourage Evelyn much. The tiny brunette grabbed Sandra's left foot again and stroked her fingernails all along her sole. The blonde giggled and shook her other foot that Eve didn't hold. The new girl continued with the same technique. She enjoyed it very much even though the ticklee's reaction was moderate. Agatha patiently observed her, still sitting on Sandra's hips that no longer were shaking. "She has a pleasant giggle, doesn't she? But c'mon she didn't come here to giggle like this!" she teased Evelyn. Eve looked at Agatha menacingy and went on to tickle Sandra's feet more vigorously. She decided to attack her high smooth arch. Grabbing the foot stronger she touched it with her fingernails and started wiggling them quickly. The choice was good. Sandra's giggle became increasingly high-pitched and made several comments she tried to make inaudible. Agatha smiled and poked the blonde's thigh making her jump. Eve must have thought it was her tickling that made her do so as it visibly made her more enthusiastic. Now she was running her fingernails all over Sandra's arch occassionally reaching her sole and heel. Eve may not have been experienced but tried to do her best and Sandra's ticklishness was just about to reward it. Her laughter was now loud and dominating even though she didan't have any problem breathing. For a while Agatha sat and watched the show laughing as she saw tiny Evelyn gaining control over the taller and stronger but completely helpless brunette.

"I can't wait to see Sandra taking care of you with equal enthusiasm" Agatha interrupted Sandra's laughter. "But remember she has got two feet! Don't leave the other one alone!" she added and without warning attacked Sandra's thighs. THe blonde was on her way to hysteria again.

Hearing that and seeing she's no longer the only tickler, Eve realized she was grabbing the left foot all the time which made her unable to reach and tickle the other one. Stopping tickling for a moment she slowly loosened her grip on Sandra's foot. The ticklee immediately broke it free and started wiggling both her feet widely reacting to Agatha's tickling. She even pointed both feet to the middle as if she was trying to draw her feet together to cover one sole with the other. "Poor girl she doesn't even know I'm not tickling her now" thought Eve trying to reach Sandra's soles with her fingertips. Finally she managed to follow their motion and avoid losing contact with them but she was unable to get any spectacular new reaction out of Sandra who was already going bananas from Agatha's tickling. Nevertheless she seemed to be having lots of fun especially when she attacked Sandra's heels and scratching it lightly and very quickly made her foot shake even more desperately than before. and when after another 2 minutes Agatha ordered her to leave blonde's feet alone she looked very disappointed.

Agatha jumped off Sandra's hips and walked up to Eve. "Alright little one now take a few foot-tickling hints from your experienced friend..." she said and firmly grabbed Sandra's left foot. Sandra's eyes went wide as she was raising her head from the leather pillow to see what's being done to her. She knew Agatha was an excellent tickler everywhere but tickling feet was her real speciality. "Now we'll hold the big toe with thumb and index finger and we pull all of them back... Like this..." she instructed Eve. Next she encouraged Eve to put her fingernails on balls of Sandra's feet. "And know start scratching them like you did with those little heels..."

Eve did as she was told. Agatha didn't have to praise her acievement. Sandra's howling said it all. It became even more hysterical when Agatha started scratching soft skin of Sandra's feet herself. Eve stood and watched her for a minut but Agatha reprimanded her: "I told you she has two feet! Go and take care of the other one! Look how impatient it is!". Eve looked at red toenails of Sandra's right foot curled desperately trying not to let the same thing happen to the other foot. She tickled Sandra's the wrinkled sole and proceeded to follow Agatha. Using a little strength she managed to pull back the toes like Agatha did. She didn;t wait for a signal to start. She just did what Agatha told her. That was by far the most fun part of Sandra's session for her. With feet firmly immobilized Sandra was completely defenseless and her whole body responded to the tickling she was getting. She kept raising her head and looked at both tickler with a comic mix of fear, surprise and disbelief in her eyes screaming like mad and gasping for breath. Now Eve had no doubt they were giving her a workout she needed. A few times Agatha turned to her to tell her she was doing well and giving her little hints on what she could improve. She always commented what the new ones did. And the first-time ticklers always replied with their own comments. Eve wasn't an exception here. And like most girls at the first time they tickled a tied up colleague, she was having a great time. Actually she couldn't recall a party where she had so much fun in a long time. Every comment Agatha made gave her even more enthusiasm. Finally she felt someone's hand grabbing her wrist. She stopped tickling and turned around. The half an hour passed as if it was 5 minutes. Time of the session was up. Sandra regained normal breath and raised her head again seeing Tim holding standing by Eve and Agatha and holding the device that she was going to be punnished with. "The new one is a tallented little bitch" she said and added laying her head on the pillow again: "So what have you got in store for me Tim?"

Eve took a look at the thing coach was holding in his hand. It was a slapper made of fine black leather. To Eve it resembled a fly-flap. "It can't be that hard" she thought. Tim swinged it in the air producing a sinister whistle. Sandra subconsciously buckled against her bonds. Seeing it Agatha stepped up to her and facetiously wiped sweat from her brow and whispered: "Remember, be a brave girl...". It wasn't the first punnishment Sandra's feet were about to get, nevertheless everytime she was about to take it she looked nervous.

Tim was joined by another girls whom Eve didn't know yet. She wasn't tall and had red hair and green eyes. Actually, she was the first girl Eve had seen being tickled that afternoon as they were walking in but she couldn't recognize her. Like all girls she wore a costume. Its red elements corresponded with her fiery hair. Marks of the leather straps on her wrists and ankles indicated she had just been released from her bondage after her own tickle-session. The redhead held another identical slapper in her hand. She had a lovely smile on her face. As she came up to Eve, she held out her hand and introduced herself to Eve.

"Margo, you will take care of the left foot. Ten spanks by you, ten by me" the coach ordered the redhead. "And how is our convict?" he teased Sandra. The blonde seemed to be calming down. She gritted her teeth and whispered: "Start now, my bet with Agatha is waiting".

The first spank impacted the right foot with a quick whistle. A silent "Ouch" came from Sandra's lips. The next one was for the left foot. It came from Margo. Sandra's toes curled again and another silent sound escaped her lips. Another two spanks came faster. Sandra's response was a little louder. Eve was more scared now. She could see the punnishment was no joke. She turned her head as she heard whistling of another slap. The sound of leather clapping on the soft sole almost made her feel Sandra's pain. She took a lok at Sandra's face. She bit her lips but didn't seem to be suffering very hard. Another two slaps reached her feet. She extinguished her reaction by closing her eyes. As she opened them, Eve saw a smal tear streaming down her cheeck. Margo put her slapper aside for a moment. She kneeled by Sandra's feet and gently wrapped her palm around the left one. She massaged her sole for a moment.

Sandra felt familiar clawly feeling in her feet. She knew that once her feet relieve from it, even walking will tickle her. Despite that she was sure she was going to stand tickling for longer than Agatha will. She boldly took further spanks. Two more times she felt Margo interrupted the punnishment to massage her feet. At one point she also felt a light touch of Eve's fingers joining in to massage her foot.

As Eve massaged Sandra's foot she ralized the sole is now even warmer and turned slightly pink. She felt a great urge to tickle her sole now but the time was running to fast. Finally Sandra took the last spanks. The restrained girl sighed with relief and immediately she smiled widely. "Thanks for being gentle girls! Have you seen Eve? It wasn't that bad!" she commented. After a moment she cried: "Agaaaaatha! Jump on the table". Agatha was already lying on the table number 5 though and Tim was helping her to buckle the straps on her wrists...

 

[RodPL]

two comments after the first part and none after the second one 🙁 too bad I hoped more people would like it... nevermind, I'll go and look for other ideas.

 

[RodPL]

Still no comments at all 🙁

Agatha already lied on the table with her eyes shut. She was restrained the way she liked best. Like everytime, she allowed her long black hair flow down the table almost touching the floor like a thick velvet curtain. Unlike other girls Agatha never tied her hair in a ponytail, she always practiced wearing them loose. Regardless of the mess they were in once the session was over, the sight of her trashing wildly in tight bondage while her hair waved around her head in a mad blizzard was absolutely amazing. Now, however, her hair was smoothly brushed, shinining peacefully in anticipation of what was coming. Her whole body seemed relaxed. Her absolutely beautiful feet rested on the edge of the table, made helpless by the thick belts that held them. The black leather contrsted with her skin pale at this time of the year and aer crimson nail polish was the perfect finish for that image.

Tim who was going to be her tickler himself stepped away for a moment. These were the last minutes before that incredibly long and intense session of hers. Agatha opened her eyes. She took a look left at the table number 4. Sandra who lied there was calming down too. Margo, her future tickler talked to Eve. Sandra glanced at Agatha smiling. She smiled back and blinked her eye like she wanted to wish her friend good luck.

Tim arrived back at Agatha's table.
-Are you ready? - he asked
-Ready as ever... Do your best, coach. - she said innocently - Don't let Sandra think she was tickled harder than me.

The last words Agatha said were an obvious joke. Indeed, Margo was a dexterous tickler and she improved with each session but noone thought she could be more efficient and merciless than Tim. Actually, few girls ever requested Tim to be their tickler unless they really wanted to be taken beyond their limits. And if they did, it always was their last tickling-session that evening. Like everytime, Agatha was an exception here...

The short talk Eve had with Margo allowed the girls to get to know each other a little better. Eve learned Margo attended the sessions for a little over a half a year. She was encouraged to come there by her friend who had taken up tickling-endurance a few weeks earlier and soon after she brought Margo she gave it up.

-Suddenly she lost all her motivation. The first few times we left the gym exhausted but two days later all we talked about was the next visit here! A few times we even met some other girls for some private tickling sessions at home! And then just a few weeks later she looked as if she was coming here as a penalty. And then one week she said she wouldn't be here and I left alone. - the redhead told her story sounding a little sad.

Margo wasn't very popular with the girls here. Soon after she came here she turned out to be an excellent tickler so she always had a lot of requests from those who wanted to have an intense session but feared to ask Tim to be their tickler. Unfortunately for her she usually tasted being the ticklee only when she was put on the table in revenge for what she did as the tickler. She wasn't as ticklish as other girls at the club or at least wan't as fun to tickle. She had pretty, rather tiny feet but the best thing you could get tickling them was very light giggling. What made her laugh more was her armpits but still the only way to leave her breathless was tickling her breasts which were tightly covered by the costume and tickling them wasn't practiced at the club. That little problem was the reason why she recalled the private sessions so nostalgically. Eve could see Margo was looking for a friend in her. Hearing of insensitivity of her feet, Eve looked a little disappointed but anyway she promised she would get her on he table once and tickle her to insanity if only she decides to stay at the club. To Margo's offer of revenge she replied reluctantly though. Eve was almost sure she would come back for the next session but still she prefered not to announce the great torture-session with herself as the ticklee. In the end her body had never touched the table so far...

"Margo, your ticklee is getting impatient!" the coach's voice interrupted their talk. The redhead smiled. "Watch carefully, there will be a lot to see!" she said heading for the table. Several girls surrounded the contestants to watch that afternoon's most spectacular session. The helpless girls left on the other bondage tables tried their best to see anything stretching their necks and trying to look over the group of spectators among whom stood Eve. She took a place closer to Agatha's table. The brunette's calmness impressed her. As she watched her, she heard a loud shriek. Everyone including Tim looked at Margo with astonishment wondering why she started tickling without warning.

"Shhhh... Save your strength and don't draw their attention I barely touched you" Margo whispered to her ticklee amused that what triggered off such uncontrollable reaction from her was just a light touch on her, still pink from spanking, foot. Having said that Margo closened her hands to Sandra's torso and started moving them menacingly above her. The blonde bit her lips obviously having difficulties conceiling her laughter. The tickler's hands lowered and rested motionless on her smooth armpits. Sandra closed her eyes and curled her toes. The clawly feeling in her soles was just disappearing.

Tim didn't bother to give any special signals to begin. What told Margo to begin tickling Sandra was Agatha's hysterical laughter that broke the stressfull silence immediately after Tim decided the right moment came and attacked her bare stomach.

Margo's instant response was striking at Sandra's armpits tickling them "right in the middle", exactly the way Tim taught her once. Sandra's reaction resembled bursting into tears. At first it was loud and seemed almost painful and soon turned into helpless, constant and extremely tiresome laughter.

Agatha's ticklish hysteria was much different from Sandras. Whereas Sandra remained relatively still, Agatha's calmness became history as soon as the first finger was laid upon her. From the very first second she thrashed wildly upon the table as much as the tight bondage allowed her screaming madly through her spasms long after Sandra was reduced to helpless laughter. Her fist were tightened and she pressed against the bonds with the whole strength she had. She shook her hips as if she was trying to warn Tim's fingers off her helpless body. To Tim's surprise she also arched her stomach up stretching her muscles and skin which made tickling it even easier for him. He wasn't sure wether it was her deliberate action to increase her ticklishness or if against her huge experience she subconsciously tried to make tickling less severe. Nevertheless he took advantage of that making Agatha's laughter increasingly high-pitched and helpless. Helpless and uncontrolable as she was not even for a moment did she loose her breath. She was still very far from her limits. Also her beautiful feet were shaking like the rest off her body and fighting against the restraints in every possible way but her long toes remained uncurled and only occassionally wriggled around to relieve the most intense sensation.

Margo was the first to start exploring the rest of her ticklee's body. After 3 minutes spent non-stop tickling Sandra's armpits she reached down and moved to her ribcage. Laughing with her eyes closed Sandra was completely surprised by that even though she knew it had to come. A new wave of wild laughter preceeded by an astonished shriek escaped her mouth as soon as Margo's fingers left her armpits in peace. The next in line was the blonde's lovely tummy that, like Agathas coulnd't resist stretching as Margo touched it. Nearly 10 minutes of almost non-stop tickling passed as the redhead was halfway down Sandra's body. The last stop before the feet were Sandra's slim thighs. As Margo digged her fingers in them, she noticed cute drops of sweat breaking all over Sandra's stomach, ribcage and face. Proud of herself as the sweat clearly indicated the ticklee was getting the extreme workout she came for, Margo attacked the feet. Giving Sandra a small breather she stepped up to her bound feet and touched both soles right in the middle where they were still pink from spanking. With great enthusiasm but without much effort she started dancing her fingernails over these especially sensitive spots. Barely did Sandra stop laughing after having her thighs tickled, her desperate shrieking filled the gym again overwhelming Agatha's yelling that had dominated it for a while.

Taking advantage of the break when her tickler moved to her feet, Sandra caught a deep breath. Despite that she felt she was getting weaker and the worst was still ahead. Now, that she was consius enough to hear them, she noticed Agatha's screams. They sounded as if the brunette was about to jump out of her own skin but Sandra felt she was loosing anyway. In such a short time Sandra heard numerous curses coming from the table next to hers. None of the screams was the ritual "I quit!" though. Last thing Sandra managed to think of was what part of Agatha's body was being tormented then... The blonde didn't manage to turn her head though as her own weakest spot was just being attacked. Like Agatham she shouted a few curses but soon they were drowned of helpless shrieking and hysterical laughter.

Probably none of the ticklees was aware that at that moment they were suffering from exactly the same torture. Just before Margo attacked Sandra's feet, Tim abandoned tormetning his ticklee's hips and went on to tickling her delicious feet. Their sensitivity and the genereal hysteria Agatha had been brought into by then allowed him to focus on tickling just one foot at time. He kneeled by the table and slowly grabbed Agatha's left foot to place the other palm on her soft heel and start intensely scratching her high arch with four fingers. ith the hand he used to hold her foot still he could feel frequent contractions in the ticklee's toes which obviously meant the torture was getting increasingly unbearable. Vissibly satssisfied her firmly pulled the toes back. Merciless tickling on her stretched skin definitely broke Agatha out of control. The curses Sandra could hear then were the proof for that. Tim smiled. He tried his best not to get emotionally involved in tickling his trainees but the relationship between him and his ticklees were always very special. Being their tutor and torturer at once he guarded their safety and broke them at once. It made them love and hate him at the same time, at least during the session. And breaking Agatha was definately the most fun of all. Driving the girl who loved tickling more than anything to a state where she would love to kill him if she only could was amazing. And to top it up in Agatha's case the process of breaking was so wonderfully long. In fact it was endless. He knew that only thing that could make Agatha request him to stop now would be... Sandra's defeat.

Sandra shook like mad all in sweat and tears. Like Tim, Margo felt satisfied with her own efficiency. She felt Sandra can't take any more tickling but does everything not to give in. The time to give one last impulse to the ticklee has come. The redhead decided to apply her own technique now. She grabbed Sandra's foot with both hands making it totally immobile and approached her lips to it. She touched the soft balls of Sandra's feet with her teeth and started lightly nibbling them. The last powerful spasm of laughter filled the gym. The blonde tightened her fists and pressed against the bonds trying to conceil it. She was chanceless though. Margo patiently stroked her foot with her tiny teeth breaking her resistance.

A high pitched shriek: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh, s...s...STOP IT I BEG YOU!" marked the end of the over 20 minutes long duel. Margo released Sandra's foot from her grip and stood up. She came up to Sandra's upperbody and wiping the sweat from her brow she stroked it. "Thanks, I had lots of fun. And you were very brave" she mocked her a little bit. Sandra smiled to her but didn;t say a word. She was exhausted but happy. Agatha remained undefeated but that was meaningless to her then. The session she was to leave exhausted was without any doubt a good one.

Tim stopped tickling Agatha. He stood up and looked into her eyes. She was breathless and wet with sweat. He brushed her hair away from her face with his fingers. "Congratulations. You won. Again!" he said. For a while she lied speechless. The message got through after a moment. "Thanks" she replied in an almost normal manner. "But... It doesn't mean we can't play some more does it?" she asked looking at Tim with huge charming eyes, moving her wrists to jingle the chains that secured them to the table as if she wanted to show she was still restrained...

Sandra was released. She carefully put her foot on the floor and got up. A group of supporters surrounded her. Among them was Eve. After a minute, the three girls: Sandra, Eve and Margo came up to Agatha's table and facetiously attacked the winner's helpless stomach, sides, armpits and thighs. The contestants thanked each other and the ticklers. Doing it, Sandra tickled Margo's torso making her giggle in a cute, little-girlish way. Finally Tim came up to Agatha again and laid his fingers back on her armpits. Agatha looked at her friends pretending to be in distress. "Tim... Don't you need some help?" Margo asked insecurely...

 

[captain bender]

i really like this story, please continue and keep up the good work...

 

[gearloose]

Very good

Hi Rod, I like the story a lot. Please continue!

Best regards,
Gear

 

[RodPL]

I haven't posted for a while, I intended to finish the story and paste it whole here but I think I got stuck and I need a boost. So here is another part. Hope it's any good.


Eve felt like joining Tim and Margo in tickling Agatha too but before she could ask, Sandra wrapped her arm around her and whispered "It's your turn...'. The new one was reluctant at first but soon Sandra managed to persuade her. If Eve had decided not to go then, she woulnd't have tasted being tickled during that session. The table Sandra was released from, still warm from the blonde's body, was waiting for Eve but it wouldn't wait for long. Several other ticklees were already willing to be strapped in. "You will like it, I promise" Sandra encouraged Eve for the last time and put her hand on her back leading the girl to the table.

The tiny brunette reluctantly climbed onto the table. She sat on the edge with her legs hanging in the air. She was excited like hell but she did her best not to show it. Sandra kneeled and buckled the straps aroubd her ankles just above the edge of Eve's short socks. She thought the black straps looked really cute along with the innocent azure socks. Eve obediently allowed her writsts to be cuffed. "Alright little one, lay down now" Sandra ordered her as the last strap on her wrist was fastened.

Black leather surface of the table was soft and warm. Eve closed her eyes trying to relax. After she opened them again she couldn't move an inch. She boldly looked into Sandra's grinning face. Contrary to what she had expected, Eve was calm. Even her sock-clad toes didn't curl... yet.

"OK Eve. Now I'll get you familiar with the sensations you're going to feel. Actually that's what this session will be all about. You must learn to control your body and I must find your best spots. You'll scream a lot today and at first you can find it unbearable but don't worry. I will make sure you don't lose your breath and I'll try my best not to make your muscles hurt. If we are succesful, next week you should prepare for a full-time tickle session with focus on your abdominal muscles. That will be tiresome but don't worry about it now. Today just try to laugh as much as you can and don't limit yourself." Sandra instructed her soon-to-be ticklee tracing her nail from the strap on Eve's left ankle to the one on her right wrist. The brunette shaked her head. She seemed a little scared but kept smiling.

Until the first serious attack on her body Eve watched every move Sandra made. She saw the blonde stretch her fingers and relax her muscles by wiggling her hands in the air. She felt as she rubbed the skin on her stomach with her palm making it warm and dry. Relieved to see that Sandra left her socked feet alone, she guessed it would be her stomach that would be Sandra's first target. She was right.

The first tickling touch soon came to her tummy, very close to her little round navel. At first she tried to fight her reaction to Sandra's light scratching but the blonde looked at her in a stern way reminding what she had told her. Eve knew she would be lost in her giggles as soon as she lets them go and was scared of that but she had no choice. After 30 seconds she became Sandra's exclusive tickle toy. She had never felt that helpless before. Immobilized and unable to produce any sound apart from hysterical laughter she couldn't imagine the moment when she gets released. In fact she felt as if such moment was never to come. "God, will I die like this?!" she thought to herself when Sandra digged her fingers into her sides...

25 minutes later Eve was still alive and bound on the table. Her torture wasn't over yet but compared to what she had felt a few minutes earlier it seemed almost soothing. In spite of that, the poor first-timer had many reasons to feel as helpless as she had never been. She could barely recall any details of the crazy half an hour she had already spent on the table, almost everything melted into one torturous sensation. What she did remember though were the breaks she was given when she was nearly running out of breath. She also recalled what was happening to her just after the breaks were over. In fact these memories were just enough to give her an idea of what she had just been put through...

The latest memories were ones of Sandra straddling the table above her head and locking her head in a grip between her thighs. Just after that the blonde took a tiny paintbrush and started patiently teasing Eve's nostrils with it! It seemed so silly that Eve was almost embarassed to fight the laughter and sneezing to reply to Sandra's constant verbal teasing. But what could she do? The blonde held her head firmly between her own legs and had unlimited access to her tiny ticklish nose. When Eve didn't answer to her questions, Sandra teased her more intensely. Obviously, it had little to do with the excercise the girls were supposed to practice. Eve knew the blonde was just goofing around and teasing her and hoped that it meant the end of her session was near.

For a moment she managed to break her head out of Sandra's grip and move her nose away from the paintbrush. She took a quick helpless look around but didn't find anyone to beg to stop the blonde. Instead she only caught sight of her own feet which were already competely bare and her socks that lied neatly on the edge of the table... She felt Sandra's hand pulling her head back in between her thighs. She didn't fight and boldly took further strokes of the paintbrush looking deep in the tickler's eyes in spite of tears that kept filling her own. Indeed, the silly nose torture was soothing compared to what she had just recalled...

Everything happened so unexpectedly. Eve was enjoying her second break. The first one taught her that no rest could be long enough to let you recover from all the tickling and let you calm your breath down completely. She still felt the sensation of fingers drilling in her armpits although Sandra had taken her hands away a moment earlier. Somehow she couldn't imagine the blonde would go on to tickle anywhere else and she felt prepared for an armpit-assault. She wasn't wrong at all. Just a few seconds later she felt the fingers touch her armpits again. She didn't even bother to open her eyes. She almost craved for the fingers to start moving immediately. It wasn't happenning though. Eve became impatient and opened her eyes. She saw Sandra grinning at her devilishly. And then it came. Eve felt a fingernail stroking her sock-covered sole. She whimpered but the blonde silenced her, still looking in her eyes from above. A few strokes more and the girl was hysteric. "Don't tickle my feet" she begged. She was partially successful. The person stroking her sole stopped. Instead Eve felt fingers sliding under her sock just below the strap holding her ankle. She desperately fought to keep the sock on but all she managed to do was grabbing it with her curled toes. When she raised her head to look her whole sole was already exposed. She dared to look in the face of the person who was just depriving her of her last defence. "Oh God..." she mumbled in a shock as she realized the girl who was peeling her socks off was...Margo! Eve's head collapsed to the leather pillow but she didn't release the grip of her toes.

The redhead playfully pulled against the sock, laughing at Eve's desperation to keep it on. Finally she chose to use the simplest trick: she tickled her wrinkled sole just below the toes. Her toes wiggled and the sock was free. Eve's foot was all bare and exposed now.

-Cute little feet, I wish I could touch the soles... - sighed Sandra staring at Margo's new target, still holding her position by the armpits
-You wouldn't be disappointed, I guess - the readhead replied indifferently, already teasing the sole with top of her finger. Eve bit her lips. Her fate seemed to sealed. All she waited for was removing the other sock and the beginning of the unimaginable torture she feared of all the time so far.

The girl was even more surprised when, instead of stripping her other foot, the redhead kept stroking the bare one with the top of her finger, attacking the socked one with five nails of the other hand! Light stroking on her bare sole wasn't that ticklish, contraty to the vigorous attack on the cotton-clad sole! As it turned out, the sock offered almost no protection from the skilled tickler's nails which completely broke poor Eve who, for a second, had hoped that at least the sock-covered foot wouldn't be her weak spot. Foot tickling made her laugh hysterically, almost tearfully. The last thing Eve remembered of that segment was the moment when the hand that teased her bare foot turned around and attacked her bare sole just as vigorously as the other one...

Of the tears, begging and horror in her eyes when the other sock was being removed, Eve learnt from Sandra who kept describing her every single past move as she played with her little nose. She told Eve that she had been tickled by both: her and Margo. She also described how deep and ticklish her armpits were becoming when she pulled against her bonds and how hard Margo had to try to reach in between her tiny toes. She also praised her freshly painted toenails. That must have charged the bound ticklee with new will to fight. She started shaking her head trying to set it free once again.

Seeing Eve fight again, Sandra teased her: "Oh c'mon little one! Look at Agatha! She's already been there 40 minutes and she doesn't even swear at Tim that much! Have you seen how ticklish her feet are? Even more than your own! And Tim keeps ticklig them all the time! You must admit your pathetic nose can't be half as bad as that... Too bad Margo had to go earlier tonight, together we could do the same to you! I'd do it myself but I just can't resist staring into these huge eyes... And by the way, do you know what happens when Tim finally lets Agatha go?"

 

[footluva1]

that was a minta story man the best iv read in a long time! what hapens wen tim finishs? keep writing i live this story!

 

[footluva1]

that was the best story iv read in a long time! keep writing. what happens when tim finishz?

 

[TICKLELOVERS]

Wow! We are somewhat stunned!
Love,
Heather and Anna

 

[RodPL]

Alright, here comes the final part of the first installment sorry to anyone who expected more focus on the punishment, there is not much of that here. I'm satisfied with the ending though I hope you will be too.

Eve had been sure Agatha wouldn't join Sandra in tickling her but hearing the blonde's words she wasn't so confident about it anymore. What gave her hope to be released soon, was that all the time she was being teased, Agatha was going through a real tickling-endurance training. Armpits, ribs, stomach, hips, thighs, knees, feet... especially feet. Every single part of Agatha's body received tickling that would be enough to break almost any girl in the club. Of course, Tim gave Agatha some breaks but it was the brunette herself who urged him to resume tickling. Even though other girls who watched the duel between Sandra and Agatha went on to tickle one another, no sound could jam Agatha's screams and laughter.

Agatha's unthinkable workout had one thing in common with Eve's initiation though. Like Eve's, her eyes were full of tears. As she kept fighting wildly against her bonds and shaking her head back and forth, the tears literally streamed down her cheeks and dripped upon the surface of the table. The black leather was already wet anyway, not only with tears but also with the sweat that now covered Agatha's body from head to toes. It shined on her tense thighs and her flat muscular tummy that moved rythmically to keep her breathing.

"This would be a perfect demonstration of the efectivity of the training for the newbies... I'll have to record one of Agatha's sessions as an instructional video" Tim thought taking a look at Eve's table. If the new one watched Agatha now she would probably think the tall brunette had taken too much. But Tim knew Agatha was just beginning to get really tired and would put up with a much longer tickle-session. Unfortunately it wasn't possible. The safety rules demanded that no girl could stay on the table for more than one hour. The time was up.

Tim moved his hand away from Agatha's long soles. Still holding the hairbrush he tickled her with, he came up to Agatha's head and wiped the sweat off her brow with his hand. The time she needed to calm her breath down was surprisingly short considering what she had just been put through. "You brought me the brush? Good old Tim, you know exactly what my hair needs after I'm done!" - the first words she whispered when managed to speak again left no doubt she was in a great mood.

When Tim released his trainee she quickly stood up with the widest smile on her face. She needed some help keeping her balance at first but just after that she grabbed her towel and quickly ran to the shower. Tim knew she would come back to the gym again this evening...

Eve tried to get a grip. Sandra's teasing provoked her to fight some more. She tried her best not to squeek and beg anymore. At one moment though, as the tip of the paintbrush endlessly circled around her nostril she drawled "For...for...the...record...my feet... are just...just as ticklish as hers!". The series of sneezes that followed Eve's boast made Sandra laugh just as hard as her ticklee did. Eve opened her mouth trying to say something more but the blonde gagged her with her bare foot and attacked her armpit with the hand that didn't hold the paintbrush. When the muffled skriek of Eve's laughter muted, the blonde put the paintbrush away and menacingly said: "I think we'll give you one more chance to prove ticklishness of your feet tonight. I bet it will be even better if we keep them warm..."

Eve was puzzled. When she heard Sandra's bare feet slap on the floor she was sure she would be released immediately. Now, she was still bound and once again her feet were neatly covered with socks... The protection they offered didn't make her feel much more secure though. She realized Agatha's dominating laughter was gone. The table to her left was free... "Damn, you asked for it you idiot" she thought to herself, both scared and thrilled.

-Five slaps on each foot for breaking the dressing rules! - Eve heard Tim's voice and raised her head to take a look around. She saw Agatha approaching her table wearing a bathrobe.
-I'll take seven next time, but now move your ass and help us! - replied the tall brunette shaking her wet hair off her face.
-For disrespecting your coach you'll get ten! - Tim laughed. Eve raised her head again. To her distress she saw the three: Agatha, Tim and Sandra walking up to her.

She bit her lips. Surrounded by the three ticklers she took a look at the table to her right. A brunette whose name she didn't know yet was just putting her feet back on the ground. She looked exhausted. For Eve, leaving the table seemed to be a distant future. She felt goosebumps on her arms. It definately wasn't a symptom of getting cold. The gym was nice and warm especially now that she wore her socks again. She was much more excited than she was before Sandra had her way with her.

Eve felt a touch on her wrist and saw Tim standing behind her, looking at her from above. He smiled at her. He looked very friendly but she prefered to close her eyes anyway.

-Well done Eve! - he started - Sandra says you did very well at your warm-up. At first I thought it was enough for you but you seem alright so we can try some more. Even your heartbeat is normal yet. If you want to quit now, it's no problem, you can come back anytime you like. If not, we will have 15 minutes of normal training session with you. Agatha and Sandra will perform some basic routines on you. I'll keep my eye on you so the girls won't exaggerate intensity. Willing to try?

When Tim started his speech, Eve was determined to ask him to release her. Surprisingly though the short introduction made her hesistate about it. The shock of her first tickle-torture workout was gone. She was tired but as Sandra promised, her stomach wasn't sore and she had no major problems breathing during the session. Tim appeared to be a reliable person and his assistance calmed her down.

-Alright, let's do it. I want to decide whether I like it before I leave. Try to persuade me to join today! - Eve finally replied, boastngly but with a nervous giggle at the end.
-Good choice. Girls, she is yours then - Tim praised her.

Agatha and Sandra squated by Eve's feet. Eve tried hard but couldn't see them behind the table. She was getting nervous again. Suddenly she shrieked. The girls laughed at her. Her reaction was neither a result of a rapid slide of fingernails on the soles that Agatha liked to use as the prelude for tickling nor an effect of an upperbody attack from Tim. It wasn't even an attempt to take her socks off again! In fact none of the ticklers was prepared for tickling her. What made Eve jump and shriek were Sandra and Agatha who grabbed her feet and started a slow, relaxing massage of her feet! Eve settled down and laughed at herself too. She relaxed her muscles and enjoyed the warm touch on her soles that was extremey pleasant in spite of her socks on. Eve was no longer nervous but still she was excited. For a short moment she managed to forget the reason for her excitement though.

"Alright girls, the party is over" - with these words Tim interrupted Eve's carelessnes. He also laid the first tickling touches on her upperbody, exactly on her smooth amrpits. Eve's eyes opened up wide and the surprised look she gave her friends was so precious that no words could describe it. Anyone who had ever told her she had beautiful large eyes should see them then to see what large eyes really meant. The explosion of helpless laughter was immediate. In Eve's voice there was no more nervousness known from the first session. Tim nodded his head at the girls who knew the debut of this session was the best they could imagine.

Agatha smiled devilishly and loosened her grip on Eve's foot. She allowed her socked foot join the rest of her trembling body and watched the scene. Sandra who had released Eve's foot just after the massage was over, now slided her nails upon the ticklee's tense stomach and digged her fingers into her sides. Eve's hysteria was now enriched with high-pitched drilling giggle. Finally also Agatha joined in, untypically of her, lightly scratching the heel that was still sock-clad. She looked like she was trying to guess what was hidden under the sock. Seeing that Agatha joins in, Tim and Sandra limited their efforts. To their surprise the reaction wasn't less vigorous in spite of very moderate tickling Agatha administered. Presumably, it gave Agatha even more enthusiasm. The other foot also became the target now. Sandra and Tim resumed tickling. Eve shook her head a few times more and fell into constant helpless laughter. For the first time she felt her abdominal muscles hurt from tickling. When first little tears came out of her eyes, she was given the first break. Eve felt this first segment wore her down more than the whole previous session.

Eve didn't rest for long. No sooner did she feel Sandra wipe her tears off her cheek, she felt the familiar touch on her ankle. Agatha's long nails skillfully slided under her sock and proceeded to peel it off. Eve decided to stay calm and tried to be aware of everything that was happening to her as long as she could. This time there was no room for pleading and grabbing the socks with toes...

Meanwhile, Agatha was in her element. With the smile that brightened her face everytime she got to tickling her friends she uncovered the first inch of Eve's ticklish heel. Her long fingers started stroking her skin as the sock slowly travelled up Eve's sole. The ticklee's laughter slowly rose and by the time Agatha's fingers reached her instep the girl was laughing realy loud. The foot started shaking. Agatha wrapped her palm around it again and held it firmly in place. She also whispered "Hushhhhhhhhh" which Eve obvioulsy couldn't hear through her own laughter. Sandra and Tim left the ticklee in peace for a while, watching Agatha's ceremony instead.

Agatha didn't pull the sock off Eve's foot completely. For a while balls of the feet were covered and she focused on tickling the rest. Finally she called the blonde tickler. "Sandra, come on, join me" she said. The blonde grabbed the other foot and repeated what Agatha did. Tim smiled at Eve who gave him a quick look.

"And now, together..." Agatha shouted and both of Eve's feet became bare and helpless. To Agatha's diappointment, Eve's recation to that was rather moderate. However, the reaction to the vigorous attack on both soles with 20 sklillful fingers was deeply satisfactory.

Eve was broken. She was brought to the state of total hysteria and remained like that until the end. Her giggle lasted even during frequent short breathers she was given. She curled her toes and locked them the cutest way, desperate not to loose that last form of defence. Her resistance was futile. Soon Sandra left both bare feet under Agatha's care and began a trip up Eve's body. Taken by a surprise attack on her thighs, Eve lost all control and surrendered throughoutly to tickle-workout. The moment when Agatha penetraded the space between her toes wasn't much worse than any other part of the girls' tour of her helpless body. All it took was breaking the last psychological barrier. Tim didn't even have to join the girls anymore. All he did was watching the ticklee's face and order breaks when they were necessary. Eve had to admit he predicted these moments perfectly. "Alright, she's had enough." he finally said. Agatha and Sandra obediently stopped leaving Eve gasping for breath. Soon her bonds were unbuckled. The girl was still shaking. She didn't say a word but she smiled. Her smile was beautiful and above all sincere, like the girls were her long-time friends. She sat up and touched the floor with the tips of her toes. With a little help she stood up on her bare feet. The floor was nice and warm. And it didn't tickle.

-Congratulations. You didn't get a reduced rate today. Did you know? - asked Agatha as they entered the dressing-room
-I know. - she replied and after a short break she added - Next week YOU are not getting one!

The blonde and the brunette laughed out. Not without anticipation.