Marauder and Dave's Excellent Adventure

[Dave2112]

(This fiendish tale was written by two people, Marauder and Dave2112. We decided to do this in an alternating narrative so you, the reader, could see the story from two different points of view. The series of periods (...) at the end of a section are there to denote when one of us took over the telling of the tale, and then handed it back to his evil partner. The first section was started by Marauder, and mine follows and so on. Both of us hope you enjoy this tale as much as we enjoyed writing it. And a very special kiss and a thanks from the both of us to Narin, for being such a trooper and the muse for two individuals in eternal debt to our unattainable Goddess.)

(Recognition goes out to Narin, who has done us the favor of double-timing as an editor. Rest assured that this tale has a long history by now. It's own mother wouldn't recognize it. LOL. The way she has led us to rewrite this, this is practically a true account. Besides being not true. But it IS realistic, in a fictional sort of way.)



As I drive my hearse down the blasted remains of the nameless Highway, A single, dark thought dominates my twisted, diseased brain. A single word, burnt into my synapses... "YESSSSS!!!" It sums up what I'm feeling pretty darn well. Actually, it also kills my usual gloominess and my need for abstractions and dark prose. So let's be a tad more realistic and to the point, shall we? It's not a hearse, it's a van. And a rental at that. And this Highway ain't nameless (or too blasted), either. But I am on my way to a desperate fate, no doubt about it. The good part about it, however, is that it's not MY fate that is dark. No, my future is looking bright! It's the future of a certain girl that is turning pretty grim with each mile that is eaten up by the relentless turning of the tires... Oops, slipped into darkish prose again. Darn it. But there we are, saved by the bell! First stop - the home of my partner in crime. Good old Dave, already waiting by the roadside, as if put there by the manipulations of the mistresses of fates' tapestry... Or by my cell-phone call ten minutes ago, whatever sounds more plausible to the reader, I guess. I turn down the eardrum-rupturing noise of Ministry's NWO and open the co-drivers door for him. "Hi, man! Ready for this?" He gives me the high-five and eyes the contraption in the back of the van curiously. "Say, Mar, how on earth did you get that thing on short notice?" I just smile. "Money... connections... Well, actually I just got lucky and found it at a garage-sale." He grins. "E-bay, right?" "Got me." I speed up and look at the gas-gauge again. "We're gonna have to plan some overnight stays. It's a fair stretch to her place, being that far north and all." He ejects the CD and browses through the glove compartment for something friendlier on the ears. "Yep, we can take a short detour and visit Santa on our way there." As we share a laugh, Dave slips the new CD in. It's Devo playing 'Girl U want'. What a fitting soundtrack to our adventure.....


.....Getting into Mar's van, I realized that my many years in this chosen lifestyle had all led to this point. Of course, I'd spent long hours and even longer nights exploring my fetish with a myriad of lovely young ladies, but even for me, this was a first. Mar and I had started talking online, and when the conversation turned to writing stories about members of our group, there was only one choice for me.

Narin.

If ever there was a girl simply made for tickling, it was her. Pixie-ish face, slim body. Even her picture was taken in a pose that beckoned my evil fingers. So, long story short, I wrote the tale, much to the amusement of Her Ticklishness and my good friend Marauder. Then Narin surprised us both.

"Why don't you two come up here and see me?"

I'll never forget the words written across the screen. Truth be told, they were still outlined in neon as I rode shotgun with my pal. At first we didn't know if she was serious, but after several communiqués the plan was laid. Mar and I each had vacation time coming, and could think of no better way to spend it than introducing this gorgeous young woman to the world of extreme tickle-torture.

And, boy was she in for a surprise. As I could tell my partner was thinking. She ain't seen nothing like us. Oh, she told us all about her experiences being tickle-teased by her friends and a few former boyfriends, but what we had in mind was something far more intense. She had intimated that she wanted to be taken to her limits. Now, of course Mar and I knew that her idea of getting there and ours might be completely different.

Settling back for the long haul to the residence of our soon-to-be victim, I picked out some road music, slapping Rush's "2112" into the CD player, the bypassing scenery keeping perfect time to the thundering riffs. The music in my ear and the weed in my lungs pacified me and I took a moment to look in the back once again at the fiendish device procured by Marauder.

E-Bay, my ass. He built the thing and I knew it. I chuckled to myself, picturing my good buddy scrambling to get it done before our road trip. I could imagine the look on the hardware store salesman's face as he asked for a sheet of one-inch plywood, yards upon yards of Velcro strapping, clasps, rivets, buckles and foam padding. Hey, he even had time to slap a coat of flat black paint on it. Nice touch. I imagined Narin taking her place on the thing. Right now it just laid there, looking almost innocent, just a pile of wood and straps. Maybe it was the pot, but for a second it almost seemed like a living thing. Ready and willing to wrap itself around its occupant. We'd brought other tools as well, but this was the centerpiece.

As the road passed by, we talked about the previous conversations about our mutual female friend.

"I can't believe she really wants to go to the place no 'lee has ever gone before", Marauder joked as he navigated our turn onto the next leg of our journey.

"Tell me about it," I answered, "But I'm more concerned about her, you know, body. How she's going to look when we start to get serious... Damn! I can't even think."

"Relax, Kemosabe." joked my compatriot, patting me on the shoulder.

He was right. I didn't know what was happening, but the closer we drew to our final destination, the more excited I was becoming. Like I said, I had tickled many a gorgeous female over the course of more years than I care to remember, but there was something different about this one. Oh, she was beautiful alright, but it was something more. She had this look of innocence wrapped around a true enjoyment of her chosen hobby. She was exuberant about it, she loved it. Well, we were going to see how much of it she truly could take. Everything we mentioned doing with her over the Internet was met with a casual "No Problem, guys." Finally, we decided to stop talking to her about our plans and just show her when the time came. Then we'd see if she ever mentioned the word "tickle" again.....


.....Hot-damn, the only thing that kept me from despairing at how FAR this place was away was the thought of our victim-to-be. I have to admit, I never met someone like her on the web before. What a body! And the strange thing was, I liked the mind behind it even more. I had already fallen in love with her when I had first met her in the chat room. Her screen-name had been Narin2bored2eep on that day, and after her first few statements, I had been lost. Then, after she posted that picture, it had been an open and shut case for me, of course. I mean, I had to fly across the Atlantic ocean to get here - Not something I'd do normally. Really, I loved her mind. Pity we were going to throw it into the depth of ticklish terror, I thought with a chuckle.
I was getting agitated. The trip was drawing to a closure, and my palms were getting sweaty with excitement. I mean, they weren't of course, 'cause that wouldn't be cool. "Relax, man," I told myself, "all is going to be swell." But that didn't help much. I'm just not a convincing person, I guess - or I'm too smart to be fooled by myself.
The van hit a small pothole, startling Dave awake. He'd dozed off, too much weed, I guess. I was getting jealous. "You want to drive for a while, buddy?" I asked him, hesitated, and added "Because, like, I feel an empty aching in my soul and need to contemplate... life... and stuff..." Ack, a sad attempt at being a gloomy goth. At least I dressed the part. But the long drive had pretty much done it for my hair, and - oh, to hell with it. Coherent behavior is vastly overrated. Besides, the near future was exhilarating enough to justify being everything but my usual, gloomy self. "Why, need to check that make-up?" Dave asked me. Out of reflex, I looked into the rearview, remembering I didn't wear any today, too late. "Oh, haw haw, funny boy." I grinned. "You're pretty good at making ME laugh. Still, I prefer someone else to do the laughing..." "My thoughts exactly. Great minds think alike." I pulled over, and we changed places. "Almost there anyway," I noted, nodding at a road-sign that placed our goal a mere 30 miles away. "We still don't have a battle plan." He shrugged. "So? We'll play it as it comes naturally. Improvisation's always getting the best results." Grinning, I thought of the tools I carried with me. "Too bad she's never posted a pic with her soles on it. Me want!" I realized that I sounded like a brainless, horny stalker, but hey - I wasn't thinking with my head. And honestly, I didn't care much. "As long as you let me get a good share of ribs," Dave replied with a nasty grin. "Sheesh, that sounds like she's a piece of meat..." Obviously, he wasn't really thinking with his head, either. Oh well. We'd start being civilized when it was called for. This was, after all, boy-talk time.
Or maybe it wasn't. "She's really lovely, isn't she?" Dave said, dreamily. "Yes, she is. Incredible that she'll let us do this to her." We both sighed, and I didn't find it pathetic at all. "I really don't know how we can be ruthless to her... torture her..." Dave looked at me, smiling that nasty smile. "But we're going to, anyway, won't we?" I chuckled. "Oh yeah, we are. A conscience is there to be ignored, isn't it?" We laughed and joked some more as the last miles of forest streamed past the van. Oh well. It was time for boy-talk, after all.....


.....Taking the wheel, I was lost in the contemplation of the upcoming festivities. Driving with little more than The Force, I looked over at my partner in crime. What two completely different yet alike people we were. One Goth, one Celtic. One decked in black, the other in earth-tones. Both, however, sharing the same purpose and the same motivation. About the same girl.

I'd heard him talk about her, and I couldn't say as I found any fault in his observations. For, I, too was in love with Narin in my own way. I didn't know why, and at that point I really didn't care. Was it her beauty? Partially. She was just about the cutest thing I'd ever seen. Was it her personality and friendly demeanor? That as well. But there was something more, and this trip would perhaps give me the time to figure that out. I had my own thoughts, as I'm sure my buddy, pulling happily from my glass bong, did about what we were going to do to her. Was it nice to do? Probably not. But then again, it was SHE who asked us to show her no mercy. She seemed as excited about our arrival as we did. If this were planned to completely take her by surprise, I don't think I would have done it. I did care about her, after all. But.

"Think she's got any idea what's in store for her?" Mar asked me after releasing a hefty billow of smoke.

"Who knows?" I answered, "But that's the whole point isn't it? I almost feel sorry for her."

"Same here," Mar returned, "As much as I like the little darling, I have no intention of going easy on her, y'know? This is a dream come true, my friend. She wants it. We give it. No sweat. I mean, I don't want to kill her or anything," he laughed. I could see that the herbal enhancement I'd brought was having quite an effect on my friend. "I just want to bring her into the fold, you know? God, I'd marry her if I could!" "Easy big fella," I laughed, "Tickling first. Vows later." Was that just the tiniest twinge of jealousy I felt? Nahhh. We were here for the same purpose. Just having this opportunity was enough for now.

"I don't think she'll have too much of a problem," I said, "After all, she's read all the stuff we've both written, and I think she's got a pretty good idea what we're all about. Think she's gonna look great as usual?"

"No doubt!" Mar said as he high-fived me, "Can't wait to see what that girl looks like tied-up, you?" "Same thought, man. Same thought"

As we drew closer to our destination, my thoughts drifted to my techniques. I knew that my partner couldn't wait to get his hands on Narin's gorgeous little feet, and I was contemplating their softness myself. However, my mind centered on. Well. The center. I'd always had a fascination with the middle of a woman's body, and Narin's belly was the stuff tickling dreams are made of. I almost blew a gasket when I first saw her picture. Those arms raised over her head, showing off the smoothly shaven armpits. Her upper body wrapped in a shimmering fabric, accentuating her subtle curves. And that flat belly with a perfect inward curve at the waist. The thought of running my fingers over that soft, sensitive flesh was almost enough to distract me from the road. Easy, boy. Plenty of time for fun when we get there. I was also wondering about more than just her body, of course. What would she be like in person? What would her voice sound like? Would it be as light and pretty as she was? I could imagine it no other way. What would the object of our desire smell like?

Looking over at my space-exploring friend, I sensed that many of these same thoughts were going through his head. What a pair we were. And that's what I think brought us together. Not just our shared love of tickling, but our similar ways. Even in our differences, we shared a lust for life, a freedom of expression and a "Damn-the-Torpedoes" way of looking at things. We were peas in a pod. Brothers, if you will.

The palms of my hands were moist as I gripped the wheel to make the final turn off the highway. Our exit. Man, was this really happening? Were we just minutes away from what would surely be a "Dear Penthouse" experience? For a moment I wondered who really had the upper hand here. Us, for the paces we were planning on putting her through, the restraint we would put her in as we took complete advantage of her helplessness? Or was it her in a way? Never had a woman had such an effect on me, or my buddy for that matter. She'd gotten two guys from different parts of the world to get together and plan a road trip like no other.

I followed the directions given to us by our hostess, and they led me down several side streets until I pulled the Tickle-Mobile (as Mar had cracked about the lumbering machine when he picked me up) into the graveled driveway.

"Ready?" I asked Mar as he ditched the bong under the seat.

"As I'll ever be," he answered.

"Ok, here's the thing." I said, going over what we agreed upon, "If she looks faint or is having a hard time breathing, we let up. Don't want her passing out on us, right?"

"Right! And we give her enough breaks to resensitize her. I don't want her getting too used to it too soon. And above all."

I leaned in to hear his whispered advice.

"Just because we're going to torture her, doesn't mean we can't be nice about it. Nope, we'll take it easy. Playful-like. Yep, that's the ticket."

Well, I guess he was right, and I agreed. We didn't want Narin hating us by the time this was all over. We wanted her appreciation and friendship for a long time. As per our discussions on the way, she was special, and this was going to be a time to remember.

Walking up to the lit porch, we knocked on the door at the same time.

"Just a minute," we heard this muted sweet voice say. My heart was pounding in my chest at the thought of being seconds away from laying my eyes on the most beautiful girl in the world. I know I wasn't alone in that.

The door squeaked lightly as it opened. I was right. The voice was as sweet as the woman issuing it forth. It had a lilt and an almost palpable texture to it. It seemed to caress the back of my mind. Seeing her in person for the first time, she made her picture pale in comparison. She was an angel.
"Hello, boys. I'm glad you could make it." Narin said with a look at the both of us.

She put her arms around Marauder's neck and hugged him. She did the same for me, and as I returned the hug with my hands around her slim waist, there was no question left. This girl was special.

We entered the house, a lovely down-home sort of place with wood paneling and a friendly air. There were things scattered about that gave proof to the youth that still surged in our new companion. A stuffed animal here, a smiley-face there. Of course, it was her who was predominant in our minds. We could hardly take our eyes off of her.....



.....Once again, a singular thought established dominance in my brain. This time, it was "Oog." And that was such a nice and fulfilling thought, I was perfectly happy with thinking it for a long time. Call me paranoid, but what Narin was wearing was not an outfit. That was a weapon. I'd need a forklift to get my jaw off of the floor. The clothes weren't anything very special, in and of themselves. A black baby t-shirt, barely covering her belly, with a small red dragon on its front. Cut-off jean shorts. Black skate shoes. No socks, as I noted at once. A little jewlery. But the arrangement... How it all played together, just tight enough to hint at, but still wide enough to hide, the shapely body it covered... I'd have to stop myself from staring now, because if I looked at her like this any longer, she'd never believe me to be looking at her clothes. But I was! Honest! Well, mostly. Couldn't fade out the body they covered, no, sir. Slim... yummy... I think that thinking "Oog" was justified.

A friendly nudge snapped me out of it. "I take that ogling as a compliment... But don't you want to come in first?" Narin nudged me again. I tried to pull myself together and managed to mumble a small "mkay", and to shuffle inside all the way, into her room. Yep, that sure was a nice first impression. A boob-staring, mumbling, shambling... Ah heck. I dealt with the shame the way I always do. I put all my energy into looking particularly gloomy. Which was a bad investment, as some of the energy should have gone to taking stock of my immediate surroundings. This was obvious from my newly acquired position on my face, on the floor, after tripping over a coffee-table. "Oog" once again. "You okay?" Two voices. Four hands helped me to my feet. "Yeah, I'm okay. My pride's gone, though." I tried a crooked grin. It worked. "I'll be right back with you. My brain's still on vacation." "Once you get it back, you might want to help me move our little present in here," Dave called from the door. I'm not sure how he managed to stay that cool, but it was probably some Jedi secret. They don't teach you about those situations at goth-punk 101, you know. Narin eyed us quizzically. "Um, guys, how about we sit down and have some small-talk first? Not like I don't want to get to the action SOME-time, but we don't have to delve right in when there's tea and biscuits to be had. Right?" Tea. Biscuits. Good. I looked at her, relieved, and said "Tea. Biscuits. Good." Then I slapped my forehead. I'd have to quote Nietzsche a lot to raise her opinion of my intellect after this little show.

So we sat down. And we talked. Turned out, we sure were a match, having a lot of similar interests. However, one of those interest was pretty much up front. And thus it took only a biscuit each until Narin sighed and got up. "Okay, we aren't going to have anything like a civilized talk until you boys calm down somewhat. So I guess we re-schedule the small-talk 'till after playtime." I looked at Dave. At least I wasn't the only one in this room who was practically oozing hormones. He shared my glazed stare and nervous twitches of the hands. I corrected myself on an earlier thought - we'd both have to start proving the theory of relativity wrong to have Narin accept us as even marginally intelligent, given this display. Oh well, we had an excuse - we were men. Another nudge from Narin. "I said 'after playtime.' That was your clue. Hello?" Right. I got up, mumbled "mkay" and moved out, followed by Dave, who managed to say something more intelligent. Outside, I took a deep breath and lit a clove cigarette. Around its sweetened filter, I looked at Dave pitifully. "Help me, man. Help!" He patted my shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay, buddy. Just think tickling. You know, think like Marauder, the author. Not like Marauder, the pathetic, sniveling heap of misery." Always a true friend. "Well, thanks, Dave. That sure helped..." But it really did. Brought me back to the right mindset - sarcasm. "Okay, let's move this baby." We opened the van's back door and hoisted the contraption out. "Ack, I should've used something else to build this, something lighter..." I panted and cursed as we inched the heavy thing towards the door. "Well, at least it'll withstand any struggles and keep her down nicely," Dave hissed between heavy breaths. "Um, how strong do you guys think I am?" Narin stood in the door, eyeing our efforts curiously. "Where'd you get that lumber? Was that thing a log-cabin in its former existence?" I grunted. "Nah. But I'm sure you'll come close to breaking it once we get started on you..." Narin smirked. "See? There you are! That's the Marauder I know. And all it took was a broken back!" I winced. "You'll pay for that..." "Promises, promises!" I glanced at Dave. "She's quite... Urg... the tease, hmm? Argh..." "Yeah! Ooof... But we're gonna... Gah!... tickle that right out of her... Nnnng..." Inch by inch, we managed to hoist the monstrosity through the door, and with truly Herculean effort, into Narin's room. Somehow, it fit. But it sure dominated the room. "You boys don't think for a SECOND that'll stay here," she giggled. "You're taking it with you when you leave, right?" I sat down on a swivel-chair, exhausted. Dave leant against the desk, equally done for. "Oh, too tired to tickle now, are you?" Narin stretched, putting her arms behind her head... "Oog" once more. Nope, enough "Oog"-ing for the day. "Alright, that's enough. Get on there already." I stood up shakily. "Time for some action." Narin grinned. "And I thought you'd never ask," she whistled sweetly. "But don't you want to assemble that heap first?" I shot Dave another glance. "Okay, let's set the thing up."

With a combined effort, we managed to put all pins into their slots and, after tightening the last screw, stood back proudly. "Behold!" I exclaimed. "The stocks of the future!" Narin eyed them carefully. "Hmm..." "Sturdy and effective, these stocks truly are..." I stopped in my tracks and looked at my partner in crime. He, too, was at a loss for words. "...debilitating?...rustic?..." Narin piped in. "Black. They truly are black, you silly people. And," she added, hopping up onto the seat and lifting her arms to put her hands into the horizontal wrist-stocks above her head, "They're also mine to be locked into." She kicked at the foot-stocks with a small, black-skate-shoe-covered foot. "Um, you need to lift that bar if you want to..." "Right!" I moved like lightning (lighting that doesn't move quite so fast, that is), lifted the bar, locking her feet into it as I closed it back down. Dave had meanwhile locked her wrists in. Then we got our arms in a tangle as we tried to outdo each other in tying her to the device with the many straps. She couldn't fight a short bout of laughter. "Coordinate your moves, or you're the ones who're gonna end up tied," she joked. We stood back and eyed our captive beauty. Slowly, we both started to get that special, evil glint in our eyes. "See, she's laughing already," Dave grinned. I nodded and stood back. "You care to start, my friend?" I asked while looking at her still-shod feet. Oh what fun I intended to have.....



....I stood by, frozen in time. I saw by the look on my compatriot's face that Narin's wriggling feet were too much for him to ignore. Must be that German blood, I thought. Relying heavily on my Jedi Wisdom, I came to an epiphany. After all this travel and forethought, I was going to do something I never would have guessed I'd done having my first crack at Narin's lovely body.

I decided to watch.

That's right. Just watch. For now.

I was savoring the moment. Marauder, ruining a bet I had going on with my Id, did not tear into the black footwear of his victim. Slowly he unlaced the little catches. With nary a touch he relieved Narin of her shoes, and into the world of the barefooted.

"Oh, my, my, my." he practically drooled, "These are everything I imagined.."

For myself, I was drooling as well. I looked down at our captive friend. I ached to touch her, but restrained myself. I wanted her transcendence from a cheerful, controlled young woman to a laughing, twitching heap of tickled misery to be a slow one, to extend the evening, for one. And for some other reason, watching her reactions as my friend went to work on her bare feet was priceless in itself. The way that cute smile came to her lips. The pull of the tiny muscles against the unforgiving restraints. The way her eyes rolled in back of her head when he really got going. And that laugh...

Gazing intently at the perfection before him, Marauder initiated Narin into the true world of Tickle-Torture. His first move was simple actually. He ran one extended finger up each sole. Then again. And again. Each stroke was a little harder and a little faster than the previous one. What started out as flinches from the gorgeous prisoner turned into a series of steady gasps and giggles, matching her tormentor's pace.

"Sensitive, isn't she?" he said. But to no one in particular.

Oh, yeah.

He was gone.

Gone. Shot. Kaput. Toast. Jello. The factory was still open, but they were makin' something different. Here was the biggest foot-guy I knew. Staring at and stroking the most delicious pair of peds envisioned on a female. Perfect toes, high arches, tiny heels. She must have known that Mar was going to be most likely to go at her ticklish feet first, because her toes sported a special tribute to her tormentor. Nailpolish as black as night. He was in his own world, but then seemed to shake a bit of it off. There he was. Marauder the Tickle-Torturer. Back.

"Shall we?" he asked me with a gleam in his eye.

"But of course." I answered in a fake British accent, extending my hand in a sweep.

Mar wasted no time. The slow strokes of Narin's ticklish feet were replaced by the fast flutters of all ten of his fingers tickling over the soft, pink soles. No teasing, no taunting. He was here to torment her, and he was doing quite a fine job. The fingernails of his left hand stroked up and down the sole of her right foot, the toes held back by Mar's other hand. He allowed her no movement as he probed the nerve endings of the highly ticklish flesh.

"AAAAIIIGGHHH!!!!!NOOOO!!!!! AAAHHHHAHAAAAHHAAHHA.(GASP)..NONONONO!!!!!.OHGODMARNOPLEEEAAASSEEEE!!!!!!...(gasp)...OHGODOHGODAAAIIGGHHH!!!AAHHHAHAHHAAAWWWWWHHAAAA!!""

The view from my vantage point was quite nice thankyouverymuch. The prettiest face I'd ever seen was twisted and contorted, wrought by the sadistic tickling of her feet. The sexy body strained to break free, but there was no escape. She looked at me with pleading eyes, as if I would help her, then back down at her tortured feet, and then simply roll her head back and howl. I noticed a change in her pace and a brief slow down, which shook me out of my daydream.

"Wh-What.heehheee.are you.haahhaaa..DOING TO ME?!?!?!?!?"

I saw what he was doing alright. He didn't skimp when it came to the design of his table, I'll tell you that. Along with the ankle straps were small eyelets back by Narin's ankles. With thin, soft cord, he tied loops around Narin's big toe. He then wove it between her toes until all of them were caught in a web. With the loose ends, he pulled her toes back and tied the ends of the string to the eyelets, effectively pinning the foot back. He did the same with her other foot.

"Comfy, my dear?" asked Mar of his sweet victim.

"Not really... like you want me to be...goddamn it, what the hell is that supposed to be now?!?"

It was then that I heard the whirring noise.

Apparently Narin had too, because the look on her face was almost beyond the description of words. Her eyes were like a deer's, her mouth in an O and a fear pushing it's way through the beauty on the surface.

Marauder had pulled out of his coat pocket an electric toothbrush. Staring at the helplessly immobile feet before him with a general look of mayhem about him. Then he started.
"Ok, Narin. I'm not stopping 'til you tell me how wonderful I am for doing this for you, ok?"

What an evil grin.

"H-Huh? Did someone bonk you upside the head?!? What do you waaaAAAANNTT!!!!NOOO!!!!!OHSWEETJESUSNOOOO!!!"

The whirling bristles of the toothbrush had made contact with Narin's trapped soles. There was no escape and no hope as the annoyingly vibrating fibers tickled each nerve ending individually. The device went over her arches and between the bound toes, right at the base where she'd never been touched. If the table weren't built out of the heavy stuff we'd complained about carrying before, Narin would have broken free out of sheer adrenaline. The feelings shooting up her slim, gorgeous legs were lodging themselves in her brain. The costume she wore accentuated every struggle, every twist and curve. This made for one hell of a show as Narin felt the best (worst?) foot-tickling she'd had up until that point.
Over the tops of her feet, in between her toes, all over the arches and even centering over her heel for a few fun-filled minutes. All of it was covered. Marauder was lost in the torment of the young soles, dedicating himself to the first round of her voyage to tickle-torture land.

And he succeeded.

"Ok, that's cool." said Marauder as smoothly as he'd started. Yes, he was fully intent on the enjoyment of what he was doing, but he cared for Narin as well. He could see that she was reaching a certain level where it was wise to stop. We looked at the clock. One half-hour gone.

Marauder walked up and placed his hand tenderly on the girl's forehead, whisking back a piece of stray auburn hair. She was cycling down, her laughter turning to post-tickling giggles.

"Oh-oh..my..God!!" she was panting, "That was evil..."

"If you think that was evil," I piped in, "I'll give until Marauder's done untying your toes to contemplate what I have in mind for you, my dear.."

"Oh, no.." she trailed off.

As my friend was undoing the intricate lacework around Narin's toes, I was preparing myself for my part of her ticklish torment. Leaning in close, I asked Narin to open her mouth.

"Why? You wanna kiss me?" she teased. Well, duh! But that's not what I had in mind.

As she was speaking, I placed a feather between her lips. Kinda symbolic I guess. She bit down on it.

"Now," I said as I stood up, "I'm going to tickle you under your arms and on your ribs, hun. If you drop that feather from your teeth." I looked long up and down her body, "I'm going after your belly? Understand?"

"Mmmm Hmmmm.." was all she dared let escape her lips.

My friend gave me this You-Evil-Prick look..

Which I took as the highest compliment.....



.....At this point, I was more than happy to confine my actions to appreciative looks and sadistic glances of confirmed respect for my friends' nasty ideas of games. As a matter of fact, I wasn't going to move much if I could help it, lest motion create friction in unwanted areas. Eloquence has always been a good way to avoid stating the obvious... Okay, I was Horny, with a capital H. I'd even put it in italics, if I knew how to think in italics. So I stood back to watch the show... which, in itself was not a smart idea, thinking back, since it wasn't going to do anything to cool me down, quite the opposite. But I wasn't going to miss this. The look on Dave's face was telling me just how nasty this was going to be, and Narin, to her dismay, had seen the look as well, in turn leading to HER face taking an expression of horrified anticipation. Pure synergy, those two. And then, it was game-time.

He started with the old classic, putting his fingers gently on her wrists and asking "Are you ready?", an admittedly cheap and transparent attempt to have her open her mouth to answer. She countered with a verbose "Hmm Hmmm" and a curt nod, though it was a tad on the hesitant side. Having been thwarted in this preliminary attempt at feather-expulsion, Dave had to resort to more invasive measures - not that he looked particularly disappointed about that. Slowly, his fingers were gliding down her slender arms, passing the elbows, and well on their way to their delicate goals - Narin's deep, smooth armpits. Her arms trembled already. Dave scored another point for cruelty here - "You might think you're ready, but you're not. If your armpits are even half as ticklish as they look, you're already done for." Well, he was right, there. She seemed to think along our lines, too, because by now her eyes were squeezed shut, and her entire body was trembling. But Dave's fingers were almost there, so some tension on her part was to be expected. Speaking of expectation, I was fully expecting her to reach her limit in under a minute. I leant back against the wall while Dave's fingertips were hovering on the edge of Narin's armpits, waiting for the fireworks.

He was slowly circling the tips of his index-fingers around Narin's delectable hollows, and her musical giggles filled the room, exiting and slightly choked, as she was biting them back and holding the feather tightly between her trembling lips - round and round the fingers went and - I'd bet he was starting to very very slowly reduce the radius of his circling. Yes, he definitely was, Narin's lithe body was spasming now, rather than trembling. The giggles were mixed with other sounds now, more intense sounds - little shrieks and squeals, each accompanied by a contraction of her entire body. I made out a few "Eep"s there, I'm sure of it...

He retracted his fingers from her hot, sensitive skin and poised them right over the center of her lovely underarms now. Narin opened one eye, raised the corresponding eyebrow, and rolled her eye to look at alternately her underarm, his fingers, and his face... aww, cute... ahem. With a malicious grin, Dave was wiggling his fingers. "On three, okay?" "Mmmph..." she shook her head, opening the other eye. "One..." "MMPH!!!" Shaking her head now, both eyes wide open - and I mean, WIDE! She'd pass for an anime character like this. "Two..." "MMPH MMPH!!! Mnooo!!!" And she closed her eyes again, pulling on her arms crazily to get them down - I guess it's true, anticipation can be almost as bad as the real thing - "Three!" And he was off. Tickling madly right in the center of her vulnerable underarms. I had been mistaken, anticipation didn't even come close to the real thing, judging from her response... "GMPH NMOOOO MM MMMMPH!!!!" Her entire body was shaking rapidly, and the feather was threatening to be expelled by her muffled shrieks and bouts of laughter. This looked pretty bad... Well, no, it looked good, at least for two out of three people in the room, which, in a democratic setting, made it look good, period.

Dave was apparently lost in a world of his own, relishing the feel of Narin's ticklish skin quivering under his ravaging fingertips. He was progressing further and further down her armpits now, slowly leaving them and changing his moves from scribbling and stroking to light pinches. He was going to traverse the length of her flanks now, the lucky bugger. Narin's eyes, open once more, turned to Dave to shoot him some wild looks, I'm not sure if they were pleading stares or withering glances - She never managed to hold still long enough to allow either of us to interpret. I have to admit, it was hard concentrating on her eyes at all - after all her body was, well, shaking under the tickle torture, and then there was the small matter of her bare feet flexing and writhing... and her body was... um... shaking... all of it, helplessly squirming in the tight bands... but I already said that, didn't I? I can be so obsessive about little things like that... It was at this point that I decided I needed a smoke.

"Be right back, Dave... Narin..." I quickly left the building and lit up, closing the door behind me, cutting off the wild screeches and giggles. Oooooofffff... I lit up and relaxed. Managed to cool down a little. Still, I never smoked this fast. Before I knew it, I was back inside. "Still at it, I see?" I said to no one in particular. They both were. The one without a feather in his mouth replied with a grin - "She really has some reserves. Look, I've been all the way up to her underarms, back to her hips and back up again for at least five times now, and I'm not holding back much, either, and still..." Narin, of course, was a bit handicapped in her ability to reply, by way of feather and fingertips in mouth and armpits, respectively. However, if not intellectually fulfilling, I found her reply of "NGHRMMMMMMM!!!" delightfully stimulating. Leaning back to the wall, I expected some more fun to take place. I couldn't stop myself from interfering, though. "Dave, buddy, what do you mean you don't hold back much? She deserves all you can give, don't you think?" He shrugged. "I guess you're right..." Narin, having well heard my comment, shot me a glare that made me very thankful indeed for the heavy contraption holding her - I think she'd have wiped the floor with me, had she been free. Well, tough luck, and good for me, I guess. Dave, meanwhile, had his right hand in her right underarm, in the very top of the hollow, and his left hand resting on her waist, just above her hipbone. From the look of terror on her face I came to the conclusion that he had found out about those special spots during the time I had been outside. He didn't bother with chit-chat or teasing this time, but dug right in. His fingers danced maddeningly in her underarm, melting her resolve, while he was wildly kneading her waist - no, not wildly, it was gentle, but with a precise motion so fast that it was hard to follow his movement. I envied his dexterity. At the same time, I felt pretty bad for Narin - well, maybe not bad - just - you know. The poor girl was rapidly turning into a flailing, jumping, spasming bundle of ticklish young flesh in her bonds. And the noises she produced were plain unhealthy.

"MMPH MMPH MMPH MNOO MNOP MNPHERE!!! MMMMMMPH!! MMM*phut*AAAHAHAH!!!" Ah-HA! With a swift step forward, I caught the feather at the cardinal point of its trajectory after it shot out of her lovely mouth in a final expulsion of breath. "Well, well, well..." Dave really had it down. That was the voice of a tickler who had won, but who was about to do the lap of honor. Narin looked at him, miserable or just exhausted. He had stopped tickling, slowly walking around her, so she was at last able to make herself heard again. "Hee hee... that was intense... but you know... you didn't really... I mean, my belly, that's... You wouldn't? Please?" Hmm, fat chance. Of course he would. He sat down on the swivel-chair, scooting it on it's rollers until it was sitting by her side. "Deal's a deal," he said, pointing to the feather I still twiddled between my fingers. She looked at it. I couldn't help myself. "You'll get it back, Narin. I'll be happy to return it to you, later," I said with the nicest smile I could manage. "Oh crap..." Well, no big secret to which part of her wonderful body I was going to take it to... given that I was still far from done with her feet. Well, then again, what Dave was doing was making me pretty jealous. I wanted to have some upper body action, truth be told... But I was content to wait what the future would bring. As he brought his fingers closer to her soft belly, She looked from one of us to the other, uncertain. "If I tell you I've had enough, you'll let me go, right? Right?" she asked with some measure of anxiety. Well, we were looking like the crazed tickle-monsters we were, so she had every right to be concerned. Dave scaled the cliff commendably. "What do you think?" She looked at him. "Well..." "Do you want us to let you go now?" She rolled her eyes upwards. "I can't believe I'm saying this... No, not... yet..." "Well, don't you have other things to worry about, then?" Dave asked, and when she turned her head to him she saw him motioning me over.....




.....There was no way I was going to do this without Marauder's help. I saw the way he was standing there, and I thought that it was what I must have looked like when he was working over her feet.

I pointed to the other chair in the room.

"Have a seat, buddy. If you're not too busy that is. I can do this."

He was in the chair.

"You take that side, I'll take this one. Narin? You've been a bad girl letting that feather drop out of your mouth like that..." I teased in a sing-song voice as I trailed my hand over her belly, not yet tickling, just letting her know it was there.

"I'm sooooo sorry," she replied, not being sorry, or sounding serious, at all. "I'll try to do better next time. PFFFRTZ!" Well, she stuck out her tongue at us. Hmm. This would require some real work.

Within the constraints of her bondage, she managed to give her stomach a wiggle.

Mar and I looked at each other and I knew we were having the same thought. She had stamina, we'd give her that. The tickling was getting to her, but she wasn't about to give us the satisfaction. I guess I should make something clear here. There weren't two participants in this game of ours. There were three. Narin was just as much a part of this and we knew it. She wasn't just some girl who liked to be tickled. She was in that place between enjoying it and begging for release. And she was playing along. Well, for now, anyway. I was wondering, though, if she thought she was really prepared. After all the talks that the three of us had had together, I got the impression that she had yet to be thoroughly and truly tickle-tortured.

Poor thing never saw it coming.

In perfect symbiotic synchronicity, Mar and I began the last step of Phase One.

I had already discovered a spot on Narin's slim waist that drove her into spasms, but I was saving that for later. Plus, I knew that my partner really wanted a crack at what I had already done. No point blowing her gaskets too quickly. Both of us stroked our fingers down her smooth sides. Fingers started wriggling when we hit the part where her waist curved in. Slowly moving over the top, twenty fingers were lightly but firmly tickling the tender flesh. She was laughing, but not yet in hysterics.

"G-Guys?? Heee..Heeee.C-C'mon!!! HHAAAHEEHE.Nonodon't.HEEHEHHAAAAA GODDAMNIT GODDAAHAHAMNEEHEHET!!!"

That was probably when Narin was the prettiest I had ever seen her. I remembered watching some video from Realtickling called Trio of Hysterics. The second girl, Crissy I think it was, had this beautiful smile that melted my heart when I first saw it. That was exactly what Narin looked like. Only a little cuter if that's possible. The giggles and laughs were coming out of a mouth in an ear-to-ear grin as she fought to maintain some modicum of composure. One that we were determined to deny her.

The firm finger tickling evolved into some poking at her belly. Every time one of us poked, Narin would involuntarily tighten her stomach muscles. When that happened the other one of us would give her a quick pinch-tickle on the opposite side. The back and forth sensations were starting to get to her.

"HEY!!!.HAAAHHEEE..AAIIGGHH!!!.HHAAHEHEHE..NOOOOAIIGH!!!..HAAAHHEE!!"

We could tell by the way her interspersed words were being replaced by mere sounds that she was starting to lose it.

"Isn't this just the loveliest belly you've ever tickled?" Marauder asked me as he continued with the tickle-torture of the bound girl's midriff.

"But, of course," I replied in my usual fake aristocracy, "I think I'm spoiled for anyone else after this."

With a conciliatory look, my friend started to walk one of his hands down Narin's leg. Not being a complete moron, I followed suit.

"HAAHEEEEEEE...HEEEYYY!!.WH-WHAT.AAAHHAHAHA..AREYOUGUYS...NONONONO...D-DOINGGGAAAIIGGHH!!!!.AAHAHAHHEHEEEE!!"

"Oh, nothing, my dear. Just traveling south..." said one of us. I can't remember, and does it really matter at this point?

Marauder reached her bound foot first and he took great pleasure in simply laying his fingers over the surface of the pink soles. Taking his lead I did the same.

"Are you ready?" he asked me.

"Ready for what, Oh Great Inquisitor?" I played along.

"For the punishment of a young wench on the rack of Tickle-Torture..."

During the lull in our action, Narin sensed a change. She looked down and we saw the fear in her beautiful eyes.

"Wh-What do you.haahaa.mean?"

"No Mercy?" Marauder said to me.

"No Mercy." I replied.

The attack came out of nowhere, and with no preparation to steel herself, Narin let go with a blood-curdling scream.

"AAAAIIIIGGGHHHHAAIIIGGGHHH!!!!!!"

I had repositioned my hand over the true weak spot on her waist that I had found earlier. Betting on the body's natural symmetry, my partner had his hand in the same spot. On the other side. We dug into both of these weaknesses as we each used our other hand to tickle a foot. Marauder was the foot expert of the two of us and was using every trick he knew on her wiggling foot. In and out of the toes, light over the skin, then hard scrabbling all down the length. Pinches in places that I'd never even though of. I was awe-struck.

I, however was not without specialties of my own as I unleashed hell borne out of the fires of twenty years of love for this particular part of the female anatomy. Narin's trapped waist was mine. Poking into that one spot, I wriggled my stiff finger over and over the same hyper-sensitive nerve bundle again and again. The fingers of my left hand were a blur, then, as I spider-walked up and down the length of her side.

Narin was getting the worst from both of us.

Splitting into our individual personalities, Marauder abandoned her mid-section and moved down between her feet, not skipping a beat in the tickling. As his other hand hit her foot, mine left it and joined it's companion on Narin's ticklish body.

"NONONONONONONNO!!!!!!AAAIIIGGHHHH!!!!HAHAHAHHEEAAIIGGHH!!!""

Marauder was like a gunslinger of old, an electric toothbrush in each hand, tickling the poor girl's feet over each nerve. I was traveling from armpits to hips, wildly squeezing every ticklish inch I could find.

Narin was nothing but a screaming wreck. The sweat had started to run down her forehead to intermingle with the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her gorgeous face was contorted into a twisted caricature of its former self. Every muscle strained against the cruel bonds that held in place, leaving her no option except to experience the intense tickling.

At last, I was using both hands on her waist, tickling both weak spots, and my ever-luvvin' pal had wrapped the string back over her toes, pulled them back and held the whirling devices over the weakest spots he had found.

Narin had stopped screaming and was making some sort of moaning sound. Just as I thought we were losing her..

"HAAAHAAA..UUUHHHUHHHAAAHHH...P-PURPLEEEEE!!!!"

She had managed to squeeze out our pre-determined emergency word. She was done, and we stepped back to admire our handiwork.

Her slim body heaved, drawing breath in gasps. Her eyes were foggy and she looked to all the world as if she were somewhere else. We both thought we caught a few muttered passages of "There's no place like home. There's no place like home.."

We high-fived and patted each other on the back.

"Damn fine work, if I do say so myself," My buddy said.

"Yeah... We got her. She's done. For now."

We eyed each other.

And grinned.

"For now... oh shit. Oh shoot, oh crap, oh hell. For now..." Narin whispered.

"You didn't think this was IT did you, dear heart?" Marauder said, stroking a loose strand of hair out of her lovely, if tear streaked, face.

"Oh, my dear, dear girl," I added, taking my place at her other side, also playing with her hair, "You said you wanted to be taken to your limits. We don't think those were it... or were they?"

With that, both of us stretched and stood up.

"We need a smoke, Narin," Marauder intoned, "You just lay back and catch your breath, sweetie. You've earned it. We'll be back...after we've had time to think about Phase Two."

I didn't say anything.

Too perfect a moment.

In that span, I swore a saw a look of complete resignation on the poor girl's face. Maybe she didn't expect anything like us.

Or maybe she did.

Something that would need some attention in the near future.

We chatted like two guys after a football game as we sat on Narin's porch and smoked.

"Man, she absorbed a lot." Marauder said, inhaling deeply.

"Yeah, that one's a trooper. Something about her. You notice how she was almost upset when she caved?"

"Yeah," he replied, "Almost like she's crossing some kind of Rubicon or something. You know, some threshold she's never been over be--"

"Yeah, buddy, I know what a Rubicon is," I said, rapping him lightly on the shoulder, "but I agree with you. We're gonna have to step it up a notch and find out where she really wants to go with this."

"Wanna flip her on her stomach? All kinds of new stuff there." he offered.

I thought about it. Yeah, that could do..

Or...

"Hey," I said, "Did you notice that we can detach the foot-stocks from that monstrosity?"

"Yeah...?" And a gleam came to his eye, matching the one in mine.
"Well, that doorframe looks sturdy enough to clamp something heavy to it..." I winked.

"Yeah..? OH YOU EVIL PRICK! I LOVE you man!" Marauder said, giving me a bear hug.

Not that he wouldn't have thought about it, given another few seconds. We were becoming very much alike lately. Even with our outward differences, we were birds of a feather, so to speak.

And Narin. The lovely young girl, still catching her breath, still strapped down to a contraption designed only for unmitigated Tickle-Torture. She was something else. She was the glue that held us together.

Charging back up the stairs we both yelled at the same time, in that sing-song voice again.

"Ooohhhhh.Naaaa---rrrriiinnnn..."