ticklishscribe
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In the Garden of Good and Evil...
Inspired by Seattletklvirgn
Written by Ticklishscribe,
c. 2008.
Rielle heard the call of a lone eagle and its lonesome, shrill cry echoed through her and made her shiver. Graham delighted at her squirming on her bed and wriggled her sneakered left foot to keep her on edge. Her foot shot from his grasp and she squealed and he giggled softly.
“It’s nice to see you and I can, shall I say, “converse.”
“N-n-n-noooooooo… you wouldn’t!” She barely whispered back at him. Her head moved everywhere, and he could tell that she was trying to find even the slightest crack in the black cloth that was her blindfold. The sound of the ominous and restless wind added to her sensory perception and her head turned in its direction. In her spread-eagled state she was helpless.
"Are you ready Rielle?" He spoke, as he gazed upon her white t-shirted braless chest. She was all of 19 and well endowed to the max and in his eyes, a cuddly, ticklish teddy bear. And now here she was, tied to a bed at the cabin, her senses unravelling even before he'd laid even so much as one tickling finger on her. He saw her jerk at his words, and he watched her squirm again.
"My fingers will really enjoy exploring your entire body, which I classify as heavenly virgin ticklish territory. Just perfect for the 13th commandment. You remember the 13th commandment, don’t you; Thou Shall Tickle. By the way I shall count your ribs to be each of the Ten Commandments and you shall learn every one, or I’ll have to start all over again." He looked over at her to see her squirm again and watched as her back arched. As it did so, her ribs began to protrude and through her t-shirt her nipples begin to show as well. He couldn't resist keeping her on edge once more and so he lightly brushed the tips of his fingers against the crowns of her ribs next to her tummy. She suddenly gasped for breath and her back arched again, ribs protruding even more and nipples now becoming erect. He could only imagine what thoughts were racing through her mind and he brushed them again.
The Eagle cried out once more and its cry seemed to penetrate her as the wind continued its ominous and restless song. Sunlight was now thoroughly highlighting that enhanced hint of ribs and nipples, and he delighted at the soft caress in the rays.
"How about a little tickle?" He whispered in her left ear. "Is your deliciously sensitive body ready for my touch?" She instantly writhed and he could hear her breath quicken. He knew he had the upper hand and knew that she knew it too.
He now turned his attention to the thought of how much fun he would have exploring the deep recesses of her soft and smooth hollows. As he leaned forward and gently stroked the heights and depths of her left armpit.
"OHSHEEEEIT." Was her almost breathless response, followed by intense writhing.
“Now it’s time for you to learn the Ten Commandments and if you forget even so much as one, we’ll have to start alllllllllll over again. But first I must get this shirt off you my virgin.”
Rielle squealed as she felt his hands begin to push up her shirt and she felt a coolness caress her ribs. She squirmed as his fingertips lightly caressed her ribs and she jerked whenever he pressed a little firmly.
“Do you remember the ten commandments?”
Rielle nodded and continued squirm as his fingers continued to lightly tease her ribs.
“Well I’ll random test you to be sure, shall I?”
Rielle wanted anything for him to leave her ribs alone as she could feel his fingers in between them, stroking probing and tickling.
“Commandment number one Thou shalt have no other gods before me. I shall be the only tickle god in your life.”
Rielle giggled and tried to speak to say something, anything, but her laughter was stealing her voice.
"Commandment number three: Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; by the way I am your Lord God. For the LORD will not hold him, you, guiltless that taketh his, my, name in vain. And even when I tickle you, you will not take my name in vain.”
The tickles were a little firmer now and her laughter was increasing. She wanted to tell him to stop in no uncertain terms, but she still couldn’t speak. He slid his fingers back and forth along each and every rib, counting as he did so and asking her to count along with him. Again she couldn’t speak and she was getting to the point that she actually wanted to curse him and swear at him.
“Commandment number six: Thou shalt not kill. And I shall not kill you with tickles. Get you breathless with tickles oh yes, but not kill you.”
She was breathless and writhing now, trying to force out pleas for mercy, trying to even form words to make him stop. She needed release and she needed it now and more than ever too. This god was evil and she saw that in his eyes, she was the divine recipient of that evil.
“Commandment number seven: Thou shalt not commit adultery. And seeing as how tickling isn’t adultery, you may commit it: tickling that is. That is if and when you ever get the chance to tickle in the first place.”
She was writhing, jerking and bucking now, trying desperately to get him off her and to free herself. The lone Eagle cried out again and she wanted to do the same, but her laughter was not only stealing her voice but her strength as well. Again she wanted to swear and curse at him but her voice was under his total control and she was beginning to lose control of the rest of her as well.
“Commandment number eight: Thou shalt not steal. But I shall steal laughter from you, as I am doing right now. After all, stealing laughter isn’t a crime and you can always make more can’t you?”
His fingers now began to scrabble light and spider-like over her ribs and her back arched again. Her ribs were now prominent and his tongue caressed his lips over the ecstasy of the exploring to come. He stood back and looked at her extremely taught form; her milky-white ribs and tummy glistening with sweat and he watched as it trickled down her sides. She wriggled incessantly and he imagined that the rivulets must have been tickling her in some way. His scrabbling fingers begin spider dancing on her ribs from tips to back one rib at a time. Her head began again its rapid and spasming movement and while her mouth opened wide no sound came out.
"Aren’t you glad that Moses didn’t bring down twenty commandments? Can you imagine what fun I could have had with the other ten? That's it... You just arch your back and give me your ribs. I have you now... Bless you my child, blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the tickles." He laughed and scrabbled faster.
He straddled her waist to keep her even further still and begin to play the full range of her spasming ribs, from the back to the tips, sliding his fingers back and forth. Her laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance and he delighted in her writhing movement under him and in the repeated expansion and contraction of her ribs. He also took delight in the never-ending conniptions that she was going through. Her ribcage was his to play with and he sensually exercised her ribs all over. He had thoughts of driving her mad by relentlessly tickling her ribs, as the opportunity was something he just couldn't pass up. Gazing again at her taught and protruding ribs, he let his fingers caress the tips, and then vibrated them on the tips and she again writhed intensely under him. This pleased him and he continued to vibrate relentlessly. He had promised a thorough 10-minute non-stop rib tip tickle and she was out of control because of it. Vibrating lightly along her ribs he now again explored each rib separately, from tips to back and from the front to underneath. His fingers continued to surf her ribs back and forth and he delighted in her fervid jerking laughter and writhing and he proudly announced to her that resistance was futile.
"Such tickly ribs my helpless, defenceless Rielle. Such tickly ribs… Could one of these rib bones of yours be from Adam. And that begs the question, was Adam ticklish? If it be the case, heaven knows what Eve got up to."
Stopping the methodical attack on her ribs, he vibrated his fingers back into her armpits and she went wild once more. Her soft taught skin was now more sensitive because of the previous tickling and she arched her back with such strength, that it caused him to rise a little. He got off and stood over her, giggling quietly as he watched her writhing subside.
"Heavens, it looks like someone's got the ticklys."
Her jerking laughter is incessant and spasmodic, as he thoroughly enjoyed the buttery-soft and satiny, taught skin that covered them. Her heaving chest, expanding and contracting ribs and her incessant burrowing into the mattress to try to get away, all made for a delicious scenario that went on and on. She couldn't respond over the giggling.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t there a commandment about coveting thy neighbour’s breasts. No I think not.” He began to spider his fingers over her breasts and nipples and her laughter exploded once more. She bucked to try and throw him off, but he was positioned too well and she was powerless to remove him.
He now let his fingers slowly and sensually tweak and massage her nipples and she jerked and writhed even more intensely. The finger sensation was causing her brain to blow one circuit after another and she again tried to curse and swear at him.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwww Eve, am I now touching your forbidden fruit? Are my fingers playing in the Garden of Eden? Or is it the garden of good and evil?”
Her breasts tingled all over and under and her nipples were fast becoming two hard points. He was fucking her senses something fierce and she desperately wanted him to stop. Yet at the same time she was in the garden of good and evil as what was evil felt sooooo good and she also wanted it to continue.
He silently walked to the foot of the bed, then turned his back to her and straddled her left leg and ankle.
“It’s time to, shall I say, converse, with you? I think these sneaks have to come off”
“Nooooo, nooooo Graham!” Her breathing was shallow and she began writhing intensely. "Not the, feet not the feet!"
“Touched a nerve have I? Or shall I say nerve ending? There’s more then one nerve ending in each foot you know; in fact there are ten thousand in each foot, so that should really enhance your ticklishness here.”
She rocked the bed, bucking in her bondage and violently shaking her head no. He was going for the one spot that could conceivably kill her and she hysterically writhed her feet all over.
“Ah Eve, time to taste the forbidden fruit. The soles of Shangri la. And if I remember correctly you are size eight and a half, widish, short plump toes, high instep and that these are a definite NO TOUCH ZONE. Well did you know that based on your foot size, your feet are nine and three quarter inches long and three and a half inches wide? That makes for a total of 34 square inches of ticklish sole per foot, for a grand total of sixty-eight square inches for both feet. Isn’t that just heavenly? Doesn’t that make you just want to have holy sweats?”
He giggled evilly and his right hand shot out and grabbed the toe of her sneaker. She writhed her foot even more, feeling his fingers clenched around it. But he held fast and wriggled her foot to show her what power he had
“Nooooo, nooooo, not the, feet not the feet!”
She felt fingers toying with the lace, and she knew that he was untying it. She was desperate to free her foot, desperate to free herself and stop the slow sensually torturous tickling. She felt her sneaker slowly being wriggled and she clenched her toes in a valiant attempt to keep it on.
“Nooooo, nooooo, for god’s sake not the, feet not the feet!” Her breathing was fast and laboured now and the bed was shaking again.
“God here and its now time for the twelfth commandment. Thou shall tickle feet.”
He was toying with her senses, toying in the fact that he wasn't wriggling it off, but just wriggling it to drive her wild with the knowledge that is was going to come off. Now she felt the sneaker slowly leaving her heel and clenched her toes even more in a last ditch effort to keep it on. One quick wriggle was all that was needed and he held the sneaker aloft in triumph. All that protected her writhing foot now was a thin cotton foot sock and she desperately clenched her toes tight to keep him from removing that too.
“You cannot resist God, for I am everywhere, even between your toes.
She squealed and writhed intensely “You are not God and you are not between my toes!”
“I am and I will be my little virgin.”
“NO TOES!!! NO TOES!!! OH MY GOD NO TOES!!!
“So you now suddenly recognize me as God, well that’s a start. But I must part your toes like Moses parted the red sea” and tickle in between them.”
Her foot continued to writhe and his hand shot out once more and grabbed her toes. She squealed at feeling his hand clench around her foot and started begging again. Five spidering fingers break danced up and down the sole and she squealed, giggled then laughed heartily. The five fingers repeated the movement and this time she bucked.
A single finger slid between her sock and foot and continued toying with her already frantic senses. She was now promising him anything if he wouldn't tickle her feet, promising him that he could tickle her anywhere else he chose, only not her feet. He giggled evilly again and began to slowly peel the sock down over her heel. This caused her to writhe even more and beg even more as well. He was peeling her sock off as slow as possible, knowing that it was driving her insane.
“I shall part your toes and lead you to the promised tickles.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She put all of her strength into freeing her foot and again tried to pull it away from his grip. Her slender toes were clenched hard; in a last ditch effort to keep her sock from being taken completely off. And so he had to pry the sock off each one and as each toe was uncovered, it clenched itself again and he delighted in this.
"You can clench your toes all you want sweetheart." He replied giggling evilly and pulling off the last portion of sock. "But you can't clench your foot and that sole is now all mine. Complete with that deliciously tender looking arch. And I will part them." He now gazed at her deliciously adorable foot; feeling the power in it and watching it writhe in his grip.
She was now repeatedly bucking on the bed and straining at the bonds that held her. Every ounce of strength she had left was being used to free her foot from its imminent torment.
"Now what was I going to do next? Oh yes..." Two fingers gripped her big toe and slowly bent it back. She fought hard to clench it, but his grip was firm and the toe was his.
"This little piggy was in the Garden of Eden, also known as the Garden of Good and Evil." He giggled evilly and sensually teasingly tweaked and twisted the toe and she went wild under him. He had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still.
"This little piggy known as Eve got tickled by Adam.” He grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it unclenched, and then once more he sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted.
"This little piggy got tickled by Moses and Moses knows toeses."
She continued to go wild under him, bucking madly, and intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release.
"My. My, such a ticklish little toe. And I haven't even stroked it yet. But I know that’s what you want me to do."
The word stroke shot through her like a bolt of lightning from a hot summer thunderstorm and went even wilder under him. She begged him not to stroke her foot; begged him to cease the torture that he was giving her now and again promised him that he could tickle her anywhere else.
"But I haven't even tickled your feet yet. I've only just started playing the piggies and it can't be that bad can it?"
She was in ticklish abandon and she let him know it through her wild struggles, guttural laughter and begging.
This little piggy" He said grasping the fourth toe and unclenching it like the others. "This little piggy was having one hell of a heavenly tickle.”
She was hysterical now and the bed was now rocking. It wouldn't have mattered even if there were an entire flock of Eagles; her laughter was drowning out any sound outside. He was delighting in every second of her tickle, delighting in the fact that she was out of control and that he had total control of her. Her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and he delighted with every touch. The soft skin was heavenly to feel and he spent a little extra time on each toe.
"And this little piggy." He said with evil relish, slowly and torturously unclenching the baby toe followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. And this little baby piggy got tickled by God, for staying clenched right to the end. And because I have a serious fetish for baby toes."
“SHEEEEEIIIIIIIITNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
My we are having hard time of it aren’t we. This is so delicious. But if this is torture for you, then perhaps I should stroke your foot, as that might not be so torturous."
Her intense, guttural giggling to cackling and begging was now almost one as she continued to writhe. More intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release immediately followed her plea and he wriggled the baby toe again. He suddenly stopped playing piggies with her toes and he could hear her laboured breath. He could tell that she was on the edge and he wanted to keep there for as long as possible. He clamped two hands around her right foot and wrestled the sneaker right off. Her foot writhed even more now and she squealed then shivered and shook.
"I'll save the other five toes for another game of piggies later." He announced.
“GRA-GRA-GRAHAM, YOU ARE SER-SER-SERIOUSLY F-F-F-F-FUCKING M-M-M-Y-Y-Y SEN-SENSES!”
“Now, now the F word is a no, no word and so you must atone for your sin.”
‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, THAT ISN’T A SIN, IT ISN’T A SIN!”
“Of course it’s a sin sweetheart and you now must atone for it. So shall I continue with that other F word; feet.”
‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOO MORE FEET!”
"Time for some tickles from the New Testament." He announced, cupping his right hand under her left heel then firmly gripping the foot. She went wild under him, begging for him not to do this and promising him again that he could tickle her anywhere else. His response was a quick spider tickle up the spasming sole, bringing sudden but more intense giggling to cackling and violent writhing. Her head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and she again put all of her strength into freeing her foot. There is such strength in her foot that he had to grip it harder. He now began to dance his fingers up and down the full length of her sole. Her reaction, which pleased him no end, was still more giggling and cackling laughter complete with intense writhing. After a few more minutes of this, he began to rake his fingers all over the sole.
"OHSHEEEEITOHMYGOODDDDNOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" She was now fully drenched in sweat and an outline of her sweat marks from her body could be seen on the mattress. She could hear the Eagle's cry return and shook and shivered once more.
"Hmmmmmmm, Saying the word shit in the same sentence with the word God, is another sin and you must atone for this one as well." He cruised his fingers up and down her sole, meandering in the tender arch and taking extra care to make her toes spasm inside the sock. She was practically in silent laughter now, but he could still hear little squeaks and squeals coming forth. He watched the sock become all wrinkly, then become taught as her foot spasmed and strained to get away from the fiendish vibrator.
"You must wear these socks more often for me; I like how they enhance your ticklishness." He began raking and revving five fingers over her sole. Instantly she went ballistic and her silent laughter dissolved into frantic giggles to cackling once more. Her writhing equally matched her laughter as she thrashed about and bucked intensely. Her writhing increased when she felt him tugging at the toe of her sock.
"OHSHEEEEITOHMYGOODDDDNOOOOOO!" She immediately clenched her toes and he had to grab her heel again.
"Another game of the piggies." He announced, beginning to pull her big toe back.
She fought like a wildcat to keep her toes clenched and to keep the sock on, but one by one he was pulling them back and loosening the sock around them. Ten fingers suddenly spider tickled the arch and her toes splayed out in all directions. That allowed him the opportunity to peel the sock off altogether and he held it aloft like he had done with her sneaker.
"Hello little piggies, are you ready to go to the garden of good and evil." He giggled evilly as he said it and she writhed her foot all over. One hand firmly held her heel and two firm fingers of the other grabbed her big toe and began more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. The wildcat within her was unleashed again and the power in her foot was unbelievable. He tweaked one piggy after another and she writhed all over clenching her toes. Each time she would clench her toes he would simply stroke her sole from heel to toes and they would unclench again. He would then grab the next toe and continue twisting and tweaking. This was driving her wild and the bed was rocking all over.
"Grah, Grah, Graham, please, please stop staaaaaahp. I-I-I'm b-b-b-egging you ahahahahahaahahahaha hahahahahah." Her guttural laughter was music to his ears and he continued stroking, twisting and tweaking. "OHSHEEEEEIT! Please, please stop staaaaaahp. I'm begging you ahahahahahahahahahah."
"There’s that word again and you must atone for using it. I suggest you don’t beg but pray." Then suddenly he stopped and the room got quiet except for her subsiding writhing. She cocked her head, listening for even the slightest sound, but the silence was deafening. The shrill cry of the Eagle made her jump and he quietly giggled at the sight of her uneasiness. Once again he began to play piggies with her toes and instantly the cackles returned along with the writhing.
"Oh God please stop!" She barely breathed. "On my God... please... stop!" She was out of control in her writhing and the bed was rocking to the point that it looked as though it could fall apart at any moment. "OHMYGODDDD NOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The bed was now rocking again and she tried desperately to free her foot from his grasp.
"That's it. He called above her laughter. "You just let it all out. You just confess everything with your laughter."
"Y-y-you're f-f-f-fucking ee-e-evil!" Was her response.
There’s that F word again and still another sin."
"Y-y-y-you're th-th-thoroughly ff-f-f-fucking ee-e-evil then."
“I see you need to atone again.”
With that he straddled her left leg and faced her. Lowering himself he softly blew on her button and she intensely squirmed. Giggling, he blew on it again then softly kissed it and again she squirmed and this time gutturally giggled.
“Someone has a very exquisitely sensitive button; I must probe this more.”
She was still giggling and I knew that she couldn’t answer back to say that probe was the last thing she wanted him to do. Dipping a single finger in it, he slowly wriggled it about and she burst into full-bore giggles again. As his finger continued to wriggle he used another single finger to slowly trace the outer edges of her tummy and she squirmed intensely. The virgin softness of her tummy delighted him no end and he continued to probe and stroke. She was going wild under him and he was loving it.
“Has someone got tummy tickles, a highly sensitive tummy that just begs to be tickled?”
Again she was too giggly to answer as her laughter was stealing her voice and she continued to writhe. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her mouth was wide open and everything from intense giggles to silent laughter was coming out. Her tight curvy body accented the tickles and she was in non-stop movement.
His finger stop probing and ten fingers spider tickled her tummy in earnest. Instantly she bucked then tried to burry herself into the mattress to get away from him, but his fingers followed her every move. She needed relief, needed him to stop, but he kept on and on and on. Now his fingers ballet danced up onto her ribs and she bucked again. As she did so her ribs became prominent and he now took the opportunity to tickle in between them. This drove her wild again and still more intense giggles came from her. He now slid his fingers from the tips to the back of each rib and then back again and she wanted to scream, but her voice had been stolen again.
Suddenly she jerked and sharply moaned as his fingers now caressed and tickled her breasts. She could feel them dancing and skittering around the bases of her breasts and could also feel him kissing her nipples, which were now getting to be two hard points. She was getting off on this, but he was the last person she’d tell. She didn’t want him knowing her was turning her on; didn’t want him knowing she was ready to burst with love honey, but she had the feeling he could tell that was about to happen.
“Is my flower ready to blossom?” He asked, giggling.
She was not only ready to blossom, she didn’t want him know that she was desperately wanting to have her coming out party in no uncertain terms. The tickles were pure torturous hell, but the kisses were so dammed heavenly and she continued to go wild. A part of her wanted him to take her, to go all the way and have his way with her, but another part of her wanted him to stop, to give her desperately needed relief. She could hear her nipples screaming for relief and feel her loins in utter turmoil and moist wanting and she desperately wanted to beg him to stop but her voice was still stolen. With each tickle of her breasts and now pinch of her nipples, she was falling and heading for an abyss and she was screaming inside. She was the Virgin Mary and Eve rolled up into one, being forced to commit cardinal sins and he was the devil forcing her to commit them.
“FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” She found her voice again and the hearty giggles returned in full force. Her nipples couldn’t get any harder, her breasts couldn’t get any more sensitive and she couldn’t go on any more without relief.
Suddenly he stopped and it was as if he had read her mind and she felt relieved. She could feel him sitting down beside her waist and the silence was deafening to her and her head moved all over. The silence was cut short when she felt two hands unclasping the button on her demin shorts. Instantly she started writhing again and tried to squirm her waist into the mattress.
"NO, NO NOT TODAY!" Was all she could say. She squirmed into the bed more when she felt him unbuttoning them.
“Yes, Yes today. I want to see your Garden of Eden again.”
He untied her left leg and it instantly flailed about and she did the same to her right as well. She could feel his weight on her legs as he straddled them and sharply whispered no as he began to pull her shorts down. She tried to buck him off but her shorts now tied up her legs and she could go nowhere. He quickly got off the bed and grabbed the frayed cuffs of her jeans, giving then a firm pull. Now all she was wearing was her panties and he had hid hands on them now and down they were coming as well.
“NOOOOOOOO GRAHAM NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
She squealed to screamed when he grabbed the left ankle and again wrapped the restraint around it. He tied it off to the bed again and grabbed the flailing right one and did the same.
“How about a snake in your garden of Eden?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GRAHAM, NOT THAT OHMYGOD PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!”
“I think a snake in your Garden of Eden would be nice, my dear eve. Just call me Adam.”
She jerked when she felt a single finger touch and slowly meander up her left thigh. The finger's wandering path was a new kind of torture to her; a sensual kind of torture and she shivered and shook. The finger was incessant as it slowly went up and down her left thigh and the more it went up and down the more she shivered and shook.
“GRA-GRA—GRAAAAAHAAAAAAM, STAHPPPPPPPIT! GRA-GRA-GRAHAM, YOU ARE SER-SER-SERIOUSLY F-F-F-F-FUCKING M-M-M-Y-Y-Y SEN-SENSES!”
“There’s that F word again and you seriously need to atone.” He now stroked up her left thigh across her tummy then back down the right one. Now both of her tender thighs were being teased and it doubled the torture. What really set her off was when he started stroking her womanhood and the teasing finger was merciless on her lips. She was fast approaching silent laughter.
"No, no!" Was again all she could say, squirming intensely.
"Yes, yes." He taunted back at her.
She had no protection from the finger and its teasing was even worse than on her thighs. She could feel her lips baring the brunt of the sensual stroking and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She tried not to react but her loins were being stretched to the limit and she could now feel a primeval urge bubbling deep inside of her.
"Oh my gawdddddd! pleeeeeease, pleeeeeease donnnn't dooooo thiiiiiis!ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha," She burst out laughing as she was in complete and utter turmoil. The finger felt oh so sensual and so dammed good, but its tickling was torturous hell. Slowly her womanhood was being divided and conquered as she jerked and desperately tried to close her legs.
"Y-y-y-ou're th-th-thoroughly f-f-f-fucking e-e-e-vilahahahahahahahahaha."
“Again such language Eve. God is not pleased.” He thoroughly delighted in her reactions, and continued stroking, teasing and tickling the tender lips. He watched her lips with great fascination and relish as they pulsated and expanded apart from each other. Now his finger was able to dip in-between the spasming lips and tormented the tender bud below.
Suddenly he stopped stroking her frenzied womanhood, leaned forward and kissed her. “Don’t you have something to confess, something you have to get off your; chest. Now that you’ve had the good, it’s time for the evil."
He straddled her again, leaned forward and blew softly on her nipples. Instantly they became erect once more, she squirmed and he giggled evilly.
“You want it bad, don’t you my little Eve. You want Adam to take you, to taste your forbidden fruit, to feast on it, to become ravenous with your fervid urges. And I Adam shall do exactly that.”
He placed his hands on the outer sides of her breasts and slowly massaged her nipples with his thumbs. She squirmed, softly squealed and slowly writhed on the bed as she felt his thumbs play havoc with her senses. He was taking her into the garden of evil and that was good and she tried to rise to press her nipples into his thumbs. What was evil was the fact that the pressure of his thumbs was not enough to really get her off, but just enough to get her aroused.
“You want it so bad don’t you Eve. And you want it right now. You want me to make your fervid urges bubble over in a cornucopia of sensual delights. But I cannot allow you to blossom and flower too soon. After all, did it not take God six days to create the world? Shall I take that long to create this cornucopia before I let you flower? Only the devil would make you orgasm, but I will make you blossom and flower.”
She didn’t care what words he used, didn’t care what he said as long as he took her right now, she was that wanting. She had a pent up orgasm inside of her, that was intensely and ravenously craving to burst forth and pleasure her. His hands now lightly spidered the outer sides of her breasts and she burst into guttural giggles. She wanted to curse him for being the devil and toying with her senses, but she knew he would count that as a sin and tickle her more for it. She knew that he was going to stretch this out as long as he could before letting her be fruitful. He was being evil in the garden of good and she wanted to curse him for it.
“Gra.gra.graham, p-p-p-pleeeeeease, ll-l-et meeeeee g-g-get –o-o-ff.”
“Let you get off the bed Eve, I don’t think so. Your nipples are too aroused for me to stop now, and I must make sure that your nipples are just right for your blossoming and flowering. You only get one chance to make a first impression and I want your first impression to be heavenly.”
She could feel his spidering fingers getting closer and closer to her nipples and she violently writhed under him. She desperately wanted to grind her loins into him to feel his firmness get her off, but she knew he wouldn’t allow that and she silently cursed him for it. He was being totally evil.
“STAAAAAAHP, STAAAAAHP, STAAAAAAHP AND JUST GET ME OFF!”
“I’m not untying you from this bed my Eve, as there are more heavenly things I want to do to you. Of course, you would consider them hell.”
The tickling and massaging of the right nipple and breast were now replaced by Kissing and she squealed and moaned. She was now not only laughing, but moaning as well, as her senses were now being further divided. He was being devilishly evil and she desperately and ravenously craved to get off on this. Suddenly five fingers also teased her womanhood again and she squealed loudly and cursed at him again.
“Cursing at me will get you nowhere and I will only get me to slow this down to a virtual crawl. So you don’t want to make God angry do you.” He teased her lips with one finger, sliding it up one side then down the other and then up the centre, sliding it ever so slowly, sensually and lightly.
She jerked and squealed when his lips kissed her right nipple as the other hand continued to fondle the left one. The fondling made her giggle softly and she somewhat knew that what he had meant by her kissable and ticklish delights. The nipple kissing and fondling was too distracting and the little tickles that went with them were wreaking havoc on her now extremely sensitive nerve endings. The previous tickling had increased her sensitivity and now she was one giant nerve ending. Reille was in turmoil.
“Oh my God, you are so soft here that I do want to slow this down to a virtual crawl. I want to feel a gurgling cauldron of orgasmic delights, fervidly bubbling to the surface like lava from a volcano. Can you imagine your self as a fervid volcano? What an exquisite thought.”
“DAMN YOU GRAHAM, GET ME OFF!”
“Now, now… You don’t want God to banish you from the garden of good and evil do you? I’d miss sinning with my forbidden fruit.
Her insanity was suddenly being further shredded as fingers again lightly and teasingly pinched her nipples. She jerked and writhed, trying to get her breasts away from the fingers, but they followed her every movement. The fingers on her lips were erotic heaven but the fingers on her nipples were erotic hell and her nerve endings were being obliterated one at a time.
Oooohhhh, someone’s bubbling holy heaven honey.
In the Garden of Good and Evil...
Inspired by Seattletklvirgn
Written by Ticklishscribe,
c. 2008.
Rielle heard the call of a lone eagle and its lonesome, shrill cry echoed through her and made her shiver. Graham delighted at her squirming on her bed and wriggled her sneakered left foot to keep her on edge. Her foot shot from his grasp and she squealed and he giggled softly.
“It’s nice to see you and I can, shall I say, “converse.”
“N-n-n-noooooooo… you wouldn’t!” She barely whispered back at him. Her head moved everywhere, and he could tell that she was trying to find even the slightest crack in the black cloth that was her blindfold. The sound of the ominous and restless wind added to her sensory perception and her head turned in its direction. In her spread-eagled state she was helpless.
"Are you ready Rielle?" He spoke, as he gazed upon her white t-shirted braless chest. She was all of 19 and well endowed to the max and in his eyes, a cuddly, ticklish teddy bear. And now here she was, tied to a bed at the cabin, her senses unravelling even before he'd laid even so much as one tickling finger on her. He saw her jerk at his words, and he watched her squirm again.
"My fingers will really enjoy exploring your entire body, which I classify as heavenly virgin ticklish territory. Just perfect for the 13th commandment. You remember the 13th commandment, don’t you; Thou Shall Tickle. By the way I shall count your ribs to be each of the Ten Commandments and you shall learn every one, or I’ll have to start all over again." He looked over at her to see her squirm again and watched as her back arched. As it did so, her ribs began to protrude and through her t-shirt her nipples begin to show as well. He couldn't resist keeping her on edge once more and so he lightly brushed the tips of his fingers against the crowns of her ribs next to her tummy. She suddenly gasped for breath and her back arched again, ribs protruding even more and nipples now becoming erect. He could only imagine what thoughts were racing through her mind and he brushed them again.
The Eagle cried out once more and its cry seemed to penetrate her as the wind continued its ominous and restless song. Sunlight was now thoroughly highlighting that enhanced hint of ribs and nipples, and he delighted at the soft caress in the rays.
"How about a little tickle?" He whispered in her left ear. "Is your deliciously sensitive body ready for my touch?" She instantly writhed and he could hear her breath quicken. He knew he had the upper hand and knew that she knew it too.
He now turned his attention to the thought of how much fun he would have exploring the deep recesses of her soft and smooth hollows. As he leaned forward and gently stroked the heights and depths of her left armpit.
"OHSHEEEEIT." Was her almost breathless response, followed by intense writhing.
“Now it’s time for you to learn the Ten Commandments and if you forget even so much as one, we’ll have to start alllllllllll over again. But first I must get this shirt off you my virgin.”
Rielle squealed as she felt his hands begin to push up her shirt and she felt a coolness caress her ribs. She squirmed as his fingertips lightly caressed her ribs and she jerked whenever he pressed a little firmly.
“Do you remember the ten commandments?”
Rielle nodded and continued squirm as his fingers continued to lightly tease her ribs.
“Well I’ll random test you to be sure, shall I?”
Rielle wanted anything for him to leave her ribs alone as she could feel his fingers in between them, stroking probing and tickling.
“Commandment number one Thou shalt have no other gods before me. I shall be the only tickle god in your life.”
Rielle giggled and tried to speak to say something, anything, but her laughter was stealing her voice.
"Commandment number three: Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; by the way I am your Lord God. For the LORD will not hold him, you, guiltless that taketh his, my, name in vain. And even when I tickle you, you will not take my name in vain.”
The tickles were a little firmer now and her laughter was increasing. She wanted to tell him to stop in no uncertain terms, but she still couldn’t speak. He slid his fingers back and forth along each and every rib, counting as he did so and asking her to count along with him. Again she couldn’t speak and she was getting to the point that she actually wanted to curse him and swear at him.
“Commandment number six: Thou shalt not kill. And I shall not kill you with tickles. Get you breathless with tickles oh yes, but not kill you.”
She was breathless and writhing now, trying to force out pleas for mercy, trying to even form words to make him stop. She needed release and she needed it now and more than ever too. This god was evil and she saw that in his eyes, she was the divine recipient of that evil.
“Commandment number seven: Thou shalt not commit adultery. And seeing as how tickling isn’t adultery, you may commit it: tickling that is. That is if and when you ever get the chance to tickle in the first place.”
She was writhing, jerking and bucking now, trying desperately to get him off her and to free herself. The lone Eagle cried out again and she wanted to do the same, but her laughter was not only stealing her voice but her strength as well. Again she wanted to swear and curse at him but her voice was under his total control and she was beginning to lose control of the rest of her as well.
“Commandment number eight: Thou shalt not steal. But I shall steal laughter from you, as I am doing right now. After all, stealing laughter isn’t a crime and you can always make more can’t you?”
His fingers now began to scrabble light and spider-like over her ribs and her back arched again. Her ribs were now prominent and his tongue caressed his lips over the ecstasy of the exploring to come. He stood back and looked at her extremely taught form; her milky-white ribs and tummy glistening with sweat and he watched as it trickled down her sides. She wriggled incessantly and he imagined that the rivulets must have been tickling her in some way. His scrabbling fingers begin spider dancing on her ribs from tips to back one rib at a time. Her head began again its rapid and spasming movement and while her mouth opened wide no sound came out.
"Aren’t you glad that Moses didn’t bring down twenty commandments? Can you imagine what fun I could have had with the other ten? That's it... You just arch your back and give me your ribs. I have you now... Bless you my child, blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the tickles." He laughed and scrabbled faster.
He straddled her waist to keep her even further still and begin to play the full range of her spasming ribs, from the back to the tips, sliding his fingers back and forth. Her laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance and he delighted in her writhing movement under him and in the repeated expansion and contraction of her ribs. He also took delight in the never-ending conniptions that she was going through. Her ribcage was his to play with and he sensually exercised her ribs all over. He had thoughts of driving her mad by relentlessly tickling her ribs, as the opportunity was something he just couldn't pass up. Gazing again at her taught and protruding ribs, he let his fingers caress the tips, and then vibrated them on the tips and she again writhed intensely under him. This pleased him and he continued to vibrate relentlessly. He had promised a thorough 10-minute non-stop rib tip tickle and she was out of control because of it. Vibrating lightly along her ribs he now again explored each rib separately, from tips to back and from the front to underneath. His fingers continued to surf her ribs back and forth and he delighted in her fervid jerking laughter and writhing and he proudly announced to her that resistance was futile.
"Such tickly ribs my helpless, defenceless Rielle. Such tickly ribs… Could one of these rib bones of yours be from Adam. And that begs the question, was Adam ticklish? If it be the case, heaven knows what Eve got up to."
Stopping the methodical attack on her ribs, he vibrated his fingers back into her armpits and she went wild once more. Her soft taught skin was now more sensitive because of the previous tickling and she arched her back with such strength, that it caused him to rise a little. He got off and stood over her, giggling quietly as he watched her writhing subside.
"Heavens, it looks like someone's got the ticklys."
Her jerking laughter is incessant and spasmodic, as he thoroughly enjoyed the buttery-soft and satiny, taught skin that covered them. Her heaving chest, expanding and contracting ribs and her incessant burrowing into the mattress to try to get away, all made for a delicious scenario that went on and on. She couldn't respond over the giggling.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t there a commandment about coveting thy neighbour’s breasts. No I think not.” He began to spider his fingers over her breasts and nipples and her laughter exploded once more. She bucked to try and throw him off, but he was positioned too well and she was powerless to remove him.
He now let his fingers slowly and sensually tweak and massage her nipples and she jerked and writhed even more intensely. The finger sensation was causing her brain to blow one circuit after another and she again tried to curse and swear at him.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwww Eve, am I now touching your forbidden fruit? Are my fingers playing in the Garden of Eden? Or is it the garden of good and evil?”
Her breasts tingled all over and under and her nipples were fast becoming two hard points. He was fucking her senses something fierce and she desperately wanted him to stop. Yet at the same time she was in the garden of good and evil as what was evil felt sooooo good and she also wanted it to continue.
He silently walked to the foot of the bed, then turned his back to her and straddled her left leg and ankle.
“It’s time to, shall I say, converse, with you? I think these sneaks have to come off”
“Nooooo, nooooo Graham!” Her breathing was shallow and she began writhing intensely. "Not the, feet not the feet!"
“Touched a nerve have I? Or shall I say nerve ending? There’s more then one nerve ending in each foot you know; in fact there are ten thousand in each foot, so that should really enhance your ticklishness here.”
She rocked the bed, bucking in her bondage and violently shaking her head no. He was going for the one spot that could conceivably kill her and she hysterically writhed her feet all over.
“Ah Eve, time to taste the forbidden fruit. The soles of Shangri la. And if I remember correctly you are size eight and a half, widish, short plump toes, high instep and that these are a definite NO TOUCH ZONE. Well did you know that based on your foot size, your feet are nine and three quarter inches long and three and a half inches wide? That makes for a total of 34 square inches of ticklish sole per foot, for a grand total of sixty-eight square inches for both feet. Isn’t that just heavenly? Doesn’t that make you just want to have holy sweats?”
He giggled evilly and his right hand shot out and grabbed the toe of her sneaker. She writhed her foot even more, feeling his fingers clenched around it. But he held fast and wriggled her foot to show her what power he had
“Nooooo, nooooo, not the, feet not the feet!”
She felt fingers toying with the lace, and she knew that he was untying it. She was desperate to free her foot, desperate to free herself and stop the slow sensually torturous tickling. She felt her sneaker slowly being wriggled and she clenched her toes in a valiant attempt to keep it on.
“Nooooo, nooooo, for god’s sake not the, feet not the feet!” Her breathing was fast and laboured now and the bed was shaking again.
“God here and its now time for the twelfth commandment. Thou shall tickle feet.”
He was toying with her senses, toying in the fact that he wasn't wriggling it off, but just wriggling it to drive her wild with the knowledge that is was going to come off. Now she felt the sneaker slowly leaving her heel and clenched her toes even more in a last ditch effort to keep it on. One quick wriggle was all that was needed and he held the sneaker aloft in triumph. All that protected her writhing foot now was a thin cotton foot sock and she desperately clenched her toes tight to keep him from removing that too.
“You cannot resist God, for I am everywhere, even between your toes.
She squealed and writhed intensely “You are not God and you are not between my toes!”
“I am and I will be my little virgin.”
“NO TOES!!! NO TOES!!! OH MY GOD NO TOES!!!
“So you now suddenly recognize me as God, well that’s a start. But I must part your toes like Moses parted the red sea” and tickle in between them.”
Her foot continued to writhe and his hand shot out once more and grabbed her toes. She squealed at feeling his hand clench around her foot and started begging again. Five spidering fingers break danced up and down the sole and she squealed, giggled then laughed heartily. The five fingers repeated the movement and this time she bucked.
A single finger slid between her sock and foot and continued toying with her already frantic senses. She was now promising him anything if he wouldn't tickle her feet, promising him that he could tickle her anywhere else he chose, only not her feet. He giggled evilly again and began to slowly peel the sock down over her heel. This caused her to writhe even more and beg even more as well. He was peeling her sock off as slow as possible, knowing that it was driving her insane.
“I shall part your toes and lead you to the promised tickles.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She put all of her strength into freeing her foot and again tried to pull it away from his grip. Her slender toes were clenched hard; in a last ditch effort to keep her sock from being taken completely off. And so he had to pry the sock off each one and as each toe was uncovered, it clenched itself again and he delighted in this.
"You can clench your toes all you want sweetheart." He replied giggling evilly and pulling off the last portion of sock. "But you can't clench your foot and that sole is now all mine. Complete with that deliciously tender looking arch. And I will part them." He now gazed at her deliciously adorable foot; feeling the power in it and watching it writhe in his grip.
She was now repeatedly bucking on the bed and straining at the bonds that held her. Every ounce of strength she had left was being used to free her foot from its imminent torment.
"Now what was I going to do next? Oh yes..." Two fingers gripped her big toe and slowly bent it back. She fought hard to clench it, but his grip was firm and the toe was his.
"This little piggy was in the Garden of Eden, also known as the Garden of Good and Evil." He giggled evilly and sensually teasingly tweaked and twisted the toe and she went wild under him. He had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still.
"This little piggy known as Eve got tickled by Adam.” He grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it unclenched, and then once more he sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted.
"This little piggy got tickled by Moses and Moses knows toeses."
She continued to go wild under him, bucking madly, and intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release.
"My. My, such a ticklish little toe. And I haven't even stroked it yet. But I know that’s what you want me to do."
The word stroke shot through her like a bolt of lightning from a hot summer thunderstorm and went even wilder under him. She begged him not to stroke her foot; begged him to cease the torture that he was giving her now and again promised him that he could tickle her anywhere else.
"But I haven't even tickled your feet yet. I've only just started playing the piggies and it can't be that bad can it?"
She was in ticklish abandon and she let him know it through her wild struggles, guttural laughter and begging.
This little piggy" He said grasping the fourth toe and unclenching it like the others. "This little piggy was having one hell of a heavenly tickle.”
She was hysterical now and the bed was now rocking. It wouldn't have mattered even if there were an entire flock of Eagles; her laughter was drowning out any sound outside. He was delighting in every second of her tickle, delighting in the fact that she was out of control and that he had total control of her. Her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and he delighted with every touch. The soft skin was heavenly to feel and he spent a little extra time on each toe.
"And this little piggy." He said with evil relish, slowly and torturously unclenching the baby toe followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. And this little baby piggy got tickled by God, for staying clenched right to the end. And because I have a serious fetish for baby toes."
“SHEEEEEIIIIIIIITNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
My we are having hard time of it aren’t we. This is so delicious. But if this is torture for you, then perhaps I should stroke your foot, as that might not be so torturous."
Her intense, guttural giggling to cackling and begging was now almost one as she continued to writhe. More intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release immediately followed her plea and he wriggled the baby toe again. He suddenly stopped playing piggies with her toes and he could hear her laboured breath. He could tell that she was on the edge and he wanted to keep there for as long as possible. He clamped two hands around her right foot and wrestled the sneaker right off. Her foot writhed even more now and she squealed then shivered and shook.
"I'll save the other five toes for another game of piggies later." He announced.
“GRA-GRA-GRAHAM, YOU ARE SER-SER-SERIOUSLY F-F-F-F-FUCKING M-M-M-Y-Y-Y SEN-SENSES!”
“Now, now the F word is a no, no word and so you must atone for your sin.”
‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, THAT ISN’T A SIN, IT ISN’T A SIN!”
“Of course it’s a sin sweetheart and you now must atone for it. So shall I continue with that other F word; feet.”
‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOO MORE FEET!”
"Time for some tickles from the New Testament." He announced, cupping his right hand under her left heel then firmly gripping the foot. She went wild under him, begging for him not to do this and promising him again that he could tickle her anywhere else. His response was a quick spider tickle up the spasming sole, bringing sudden but more intense giggling to cackling and violent writhing. Her head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and she again put all of her strength into freeing her foot. There is such strength in her foot that he had to grip it harder. He now began to dance his fingers up and down the full length of her sole. Her reaction, which pleased him no end, was still more giggling and cackling laughter complete with intense writhing. After a few more minutes of this, he began to rake his fingers all over the sole.
"OHSHEEEEITOHMYGOODDDDNOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" She was now fully drenched in sweat and an outline of her sweat marks from her body could be seen on the mattress. She could hear the Eagle's cry return and shook and shivered once more.
"Hmmmmmmm, Saying the word shit in the same sentence with the word God, is another sin and you must atone for this one as well." He cruised his fingers up and down her sole, meandering in the tender arch and taking extra care to make her toes spasm inside the sock. She was practically in silent laughter now, but he could still hear little squeaks and squeals coming forth. He watched the sock become all wrinkly, then become taught as her foot spasmed and strained to get away from the fiendish vibrator.
"You must wear these socks more often for me; I like how they enhance your ticklishness." He began raking and revving five fingers over her sole. Instantly she went ballistic and her silent laughter dissolved into frantic giggles to cackling once more. Her writhing equally matched her laughter as she thrashed about and bucked intensely. Her writhing increased when she felt him tugging at the toe of her sock.
"OHSHEEEEITOHMYGOODDDDNOOOOOO!" She immediately clenched her toes and he had to grab her heel again.
"Another game of the piggies." He announced, beginning to pull her big toe back.
She fought like a wildcat to keep her toes clenched and to keep the sock on, but one by one he was pulling them back and loosening the sock around them. Ten fingers suddenly spider tickled the arch and her toes splayed out in all directions. That allowed him the opportunity to peel the sock off altogether and he held it aloft like he had done with her sneaker.
"Hello little piggies, are you ready to go to the garden of good and evil." He giggled evilly as he said it and she writhed her foot all over. One hand firmly held her heel and two firm fingers of the other grabbed her big toe and began more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. The wildcat within her was unleashed again and the power in her foot was unbelievable. He tweaked one piggy after another and she writhed all over clenching her toes. Each time she would clench her toes he would simply stroke her sole from heel to toes and they would unclench again. He would then grab the next toe and continue twisting and tweaking. This was driving her wild and the bed was rocking all over.
"Grah, Grah, Graham, please, please stop staaaaaahp. I-I-I'm b-b-b-egging you ahahahahahaahahahaha hahahahahah." Her guttural laughter was music to his ears and he continued stroking, twisting and tweaking. "OHSHEEEEEIT! Please, please stop staaaaaahp. I'm begging you ahahahahahahahahahah."
"There’s that word again and you must atone for using it. I suggest you don’t beg but pray." Then suddenly he stopped and the room got quiet except for her subsiding writhing. She cocked her head, listening for even the slightest sound, but the silence was deafening. The shrill cry of the Eagle made her jump and he quietly giggled at the sight of her uneasiness. Once again he began to play piggies with her toes and instantly the cackles returned along with the writhing.
"Oh God please stop!" She barely breathed. "On my God... please... stop!" She was out of control in her writhing and the bed was rocking to the point that it looked as though it could fall apart at any moment. "OHMYGODDDD NOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The bed was now rocking again and she tried desperately to free her foot from his grasp.
"That's it. He called above her laughter. "You just let it all out. You just confess everything with your laughter."
"Y-y-you're f-f-f-fucking ee-e-evil!" Was her response.
There’s that F word again and still another sin."
"Y-y-y-you're th-th-thoroughly ff-f-f-fucking ee-e-evil then."
“I see you need to atone again.”
With that he straddled her left leg and faced her. Lowering himself he softly blew on her button and she intensely squirmed. Giggling, he blew on it again then softly kissed it and again she squirmed and this time gutturally giggled.
“Someone has a very exquisitely sensitive button; I must probe this more.”
She was still giggling and I knew that she couldn’t answer back to say that probe was the last thing she wanted him to do. Dipping a single finger in it, he slowly wriggled it about and she burst into full-bore giggles again. As his finger continued to wriggle he used another single finger to slowly trace the outer edges of her tummy and she squirmed intensely. The virgin softness of her tummy delighted him no end and he continued to probe and stroke. She was going wild under him and he was loving it.
“Has someone got tummy tickles, a highly sensitive tummy that just begs to be tickled?”
Again she was too giggly to answer as her laughter was stealing her voice and she continued to writhe. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her mouth was wide open and everything from intense giggles to silent laughter was coming out. Her tight curvy body accented the tickles and she was in non-stop movement.
His finger stop probing and ten fingers spider tickled her tummy in earnest. Instantly she bucked then tried to burry herself into the mattress to get away from him, but his fingers followed her every move. She needed relief, needed him to stop, but he kept on and on and on. Now his fingers ballet danced up onto her ribs and she bucked again. As she did so her ribs became prominent and he now took the opportunity to tickle in between them. This drove her wild again and still more intense giggles came from her. He now slid his fingers from the tips to the back of each rib and then back again and she wanted to scream, but her voice had been stolen again.
Suddenly she jerked and sharply moaned as his fingers now caressed and tickled her breasts. She could feel them dancing and skittering around the bases of her breasts and could also feel him kissing her nipples, which were now getting to be two hard points. She was getting off on this, but he was the last person she’d tell. She didn’t want him knowing her was turning her on; didn’t want him knowing she was ready to burst with love honey, but she had the feeling he could tell that was about to happen.
“Is my flower ready to blossom?” He asked, giggling.
She was not only ready to blossom, she didn’t want him know that she was desperately wanting to have her coming out party in no uncertain terms. The tickles were pure torturous hell, but the kisses were so dammed heavenly and she continued to go wild. A part of her wanted him to take her, to go all the way and have his way with her, but another part of her wanted him to stop, to give her desperately needed relief. She could hear her nipples screaming for relief and feel her loins in utter turmoil and moist wanting and she desperately wanted to beg him to stop but her voice was still stolen. With each tickle of her breasts and now pinch of her nipples, she was falling and heading for an abyss and she was screaming inside. She was the Virgin Mary and Eve rolled up into one, being forced to commit cardinal sins and he was the devil forcing her to commit them.
“FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” She found her voice again and the hearty giggles returned in full force. Her nipples couldn’t get any harder, her breasts couldn’t get any more sensitive and she couldn’t go on any more without relief.
Suddenly he stopped and it was as if he had read her mind and she felt relieved. She could feel him sitting down beside her waist and the silence was deafening to her and her head moved all over. The silence was cut short when she felt two hands unclasping the button on her demin shorts. Instantly she started writhing again and tried to squirm her waist into the mattress.
"NO, NO NOT TODAY!" Was all she could say. She squirmed into the bed more when she felt him unbuttoning them.
“Yes, Yes today. I want to see your Garden of Eden again.”
He untied her left leg and it instantly flailed about and she did the same to her right as well. She could feel his weight on her legs as he straddled them and sharply whispered no as he began to pull her shorts down. She tried to buck him off but her shorts now tied up her legs and she could go nowhere. He quickly got off the bed and grabbed the frayed cuffs of her jeans, giving then a firm pull. Now all she was wearing was her panties and he had hid hands on them now and down they were coming as well.
“NOOOOOOOO GRAHAM NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
She squealed to screamed when he grabbed the left ankle and again wrapped the restraint around it. He tied it off to the bed again and grabbed the flailing right one and did the same.
“How about a snake in your garden of Eden?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GRAHAM, NOT THAT OHMYGOD PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!”
“I think a snake in your Garden of Eden would be nice, my dear eve. Just call me Adam.”
She jerked when she felt a single finger touch and slowly meander up her left thigh. The finger's wandering path was a new kind of torture to her; a sensual kind of torture and she shivered and shook. The finger was incessant as it slowly went up and down her left thigh and the more it went up and down the more she shivered and shook.
“GRA-GRA—GRAAAAAHAAAAAAM, STAHPPPPPPPIT! GRA-GRA-GRAHAM, YOU ARE SER-SER-SERIOUSLY F-F-F-F-FUCKING M-M-M-Y-Y-Y SEN-SENSES!”
“There’s that F word again and you seriously need to atone.” He now stroked up her left thigh across her tummy then back down the right one. Now both of her tender thighs were being teased and it doubled the torture. What really set her off was when he started stroking her womanhood and the teasing finger was merciless on her lips. She was fast approaching silent laughter.
"No, no!" Was again all she could say, squirming intensely.
"Yes, yes." He taunted back at her.
She had no protection from the finger and its teasing was even worse than on her thighs. She could feel her lips baring the brunt of the sensual stroking and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She tried not to react but her loins were being stretched to the limit and she could now feel a primeval urge bubbling deep inside of her.
"Oh my gawdddddd! pleeeeeease, pleeeeeease donnnn't dooooo thiiiiiis!ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha," She burst out laughing as she was in complete and utter turmoil. The finger felt oh so sensual and so dammed good, but its tickling was torturous hell. Slowly her womanhood was being divided and conquered as she jerked and desperately tried to close her legs.
"Y-y-y-ou're th-th-thoroughly f-f-f-fucking e-e-e-vilahahahahahahahahaha."
“Again such language Eve. God is not pleased.” He thoroughly delighted in her reactions, and continued stroking, teasing and tickling the tender lips. He watched her lips with great fascination and relish as they pulsated and expanded apart from each other. Now his finger was able to dip in-between the spasming lips and tormented the tender bud below.
Suddenly he stopped stroking her frenzied womanhood, leaned forward and kissed her. “Don’t you have something to confess, something you have to get off your; chest. Now that you’ve had the good, it’s time for the evil."
He straddled her again, leaned forward and blew softly on her nipples. Instantly they became erect once more, she squirmed and he giggled evilly.
“You want it bad, don’t you my little Eve. You want Adam to take you, to taste your forbidden fruit, to feast on it, to become ravenous with your fervid urges. And I Adam shall do exactly that.”
He placed his hands on the outer sides of her breasts and slowly massaged her nipples with his thumbs. She squirmed, softly squealed and slowly writhed on the bed as she felt his thumbs play havoc with her senses. He was taking her into the garden of evil and that was good and she tried to rise to press her nipples into his thumbs. What was evil was the fact that the pressure of his thumbs was not enough to really get her off, but just enough to get her aroused.
“You want it so bad don’t you Eve. And you want it right now. You want me to make your fervid urges bubble over in a cornucopia of sensual delights. But I cannot allow you to blossom and flower too soon. After all, did it not take God six days to create the world? Shall I take that long to create this cornucopia before I let you flower? Only the devil would make you orgasm, but I will make you blossom and flower.”
She didn’t care what words he used, didn’t care what he said as long as he took her right now, she was that wanting. She had a pent up orgasm inside of her, that was intensely and ravenously craving to burst forth and pleasure her. His hands now lightly spidered the outer sides of her breasts and she burst into guttural giggles. She wanted to curse him for being the devil and toying with her senses, but she knew he would count that as a sin and tickle her more for it. She knew that he was going to stretch this out as long as he could before letting her be fruitful. He was being evil in the garden of good and she wanted to curse him for it.
“Gra.gra.graham, p-p-p-pleeeeeease, ll-l-et meeeeee g-g-get –o-o-ff.”
“Let you get off the bed Eve, I don’t think so. Your nipples are too aroused for me to stop now, and I must make sure that your nipples are just right for your blossoming and flowering. You only get one chance to make a first impression and I want your first impression to be heavenly.”
She could feel his spidering fingers getting closer and closer to her nipples and she violently writhed under him. She desperately wanted to grind her loins into him to feel his firmness get her off, but she knew he wouldn’t allow that and she silently cursed him for it. He was being totally evil.
“STAAAAAAHP, STAAAAAHP, STAAAAAAHP AND JUST GET ME OFF!”
“I’m not untying you from this bed my Eve, as there are more heavenly things I want to do to you. Of course, you would consider them hell.”
The tickling and massaging of the right nipple and breast were now replaced by Kissing and she squealed and moaned. She was now not only laughing, but moaning as well, as her senses were now being further divided. He was being devilishly evil and she desperately and ravenously craved to get off on this. Suddenly five fingers also teased her womanhood again and she squealed loudly and cursed at him again.
“Cursing at me will get you nowhere and I will only get me to slow this down to a virtual crawl. So you don’t want to make God angry do you.” He teased her lips with one finger, sliding it up one side then down the other and then up the centre, sliding it ever so slowly, sensually and lightly.
She jerked and squealed when his lips kissed her right nipple as the other hand continued to fondle the left one. The fondling made her giggle softly and she somewhat knew that what he had meant by her kissable and ticklish delights. The nipple kissing and fondling was too distracting and the little tickles that went with them were wreaking havoc on her now extremely sensitive nerve endings. The previous tickling had increased her sensitivity and now she was one giant nerve ending. Reille was in turmoil.
“Oh my God, you are so soft here that I do want to slow this down to a virtual crawl. I want to feel a gurgling cauldron of orgasmic delights, fervidly bubbling to the surface like lava from a volcano. Can you imagine your self as a fervid volcano? What an exquisite thought.”
“DAMN YOU GRAHAM, GET ME OFF!”
“Now, now… You don’t want God to banish you from the garden of good and evil do you? I’d miss sinning with my forbidden fruit.
Her insanity was suddenly being further shredded as fingers again lightly and teasingly pinched her nipples. She jerked and writhed, trying to get her breasts away from the fingers, but they followed her every movement. The fingers on her lips were erotic heaven but the fingers on her nipples were erotic hell and her nerve endings were being obliterated one at a time.
Oooohhhh, someone’s bubbling holy heaven honey.
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