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Here's the next chapter. Quick-recap: Bubbles has gone into the Danger Grid and started a simulation where she and her best friend Robyn have a playful wrestle that turns into a tickle-fight. Bubbles and the holo-Robyn discover deeper romantic feelings for each other (poor Bubs, she isn't real! 🙁 ), and they agree to a mutual tie-up session.
Now, back to the scheduled program, LOL.
in association with
Scotty Boyo-PPGTKL Productions
is proud to present
The Powerpuff Girls
in
Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 4B: Bubbles - Fun with Robyn
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Bubbles had been inside Robyn's room on many occasions over the years, or various reasons, with and without other people present apart from the two of them. This was, however, the very first time that Bubbles ever ventured into her best friend's bedroom expecting to be tickled - and yet Bubbles was thinking none of this is real - Robyn will never know. What a shame.
"Take a seat; I've just gotta find some stuff and then we can get started", said Robyn, gesturing to her clothes-strewn bed. Bubbles began collecting up an assortment of attire and placing it on a nearby chair, and then pulled the duvet off the bed too, before sitting slightly uncomfortably on the bed's edge, waiting for Robyn.
Robyn had unlocked her closet and had removed a small shoebox with a "Warning: Bio-Hazard" label on it's lid. She sat down next to Bubbles and removed the lid, causing Bubbles to gasp when she saw the box's contents.
Inside were a vast assortment of feathers and other tickling-type implements; long, thin feathers; short, fluffy feathers; large, soft ones; small, rigid ones; an electric toothbrush; a small hairbrush; a few combs; a pair of gloves, which Robyn put on, and two large ball-bearings, which Robyn then removed to show to Bubbles.
"What are they?" asked Bubbles, naturally confused.
"I dunno. I found them a couple of years ago, lodged in a tree in Volcano Park. They're made of some strange metal that stays cold no matter what they're in contact with - great for a sudden shock. Here, hold them", said Robyn, handing the two metal balls to Bubbles, who readily took them and then almost jumped at the feeling of immense cold against her palms, quickly passing them back. "Can you imagine feeling that and not being able to escape from the cold, already really sensitive from being tickled crazy?" Bubbles nodded, shivering at the idea. "It'd tickle like mad", said Robyn, putting the balls back into the box and removing the gloves, "but I think that can wait for later. Plus, you need to be tickled somewhat before that anyway, for it to work really well."
"So you've been tied down and tickled before?" asked Bubbles, curious.
"No", said Robyn, with disappointment evident in her voice. "I didn't know anyone else liked to tickle and be tickled like me until you tried to fight back out there", she said, referring to what had just taken place outside. Bubbles grinned.
"Well, you know you're not alone anymore, right?"
"Yeah, I do." Robyn smiled, taking Bubbles' hand in both of her own. They just sat there for a few moments, contemplating the twists and turns in that day's events so far. Just as the moment was beginning to become vaguely awkward, Bubbles took the initiative and tickled one of Robyn's feet with her toes, wiggling against the sole to catch Robyn unawares.
Robyn, caught off-guard by the unprovoked tickling, fell back onto the bed laughing, kicking her legs up in the air and pulling Bubbles down onto the bed next to her. Bubbles pulled free of Robyn's tightened grip and quickly swept her skilful fingers up and down her friend's ribs, eliciting great gales of laughter from the girl. This, in turn, caused her t-shirt to ride up as her stomach heaved with exertion, and Bubbles then moved to gently poke and squeeze her stomach, around the waistline and in particular centring on the navel, and Robyn began to convulse in silent laughter. Finally, Bubbles relented and they both sat up once more, Robyn gasping for breath by this time.
"Well," said Bubbles, "we know we're both ticklish, and we know we're both really good ticklers," which earnt her an adorable pout and a quick prod in the tummy from Robyn, "SO let's get on and see just how good we are!" She looked around the room briefly and then asked, "Now where are these jump ropes?"
"I don't have any" said Robyn, and then went on to explain, "you're right, they wouldn't be very good for tying up. But," she said, diving under her bed for a few moments, and returning brandishing some ropes, "I have these. They're thin, but really strong, and they don't chafe either." "How d'ya know?"
"I've tried tying myself up before, but it's almost impossible to do a good job."
Bubbles just sat there thinking the girl keeps ropes under her bed, just in case. Should I be scared, or excited?.
"Come on, then!"
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"That's not too tight, is it?" asked Bubbles, tying Robyn's ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. This bed was very useful for such bondage, as at each corner of the bed's solid wooden frame was a post with a carved knob on top, which made it easy for Bubbles to tie Robyn down and impossible to slip the ropes loose from the bed once they were in position. Bubbles had already tied a rope to each ankle and to each wrist, and had then pulled on the ropes, stretching Robyn's form taut before tying off the rope on each wrist. Similarly, she didn't want to hurt her friend by pulling too hard on her legs either.
"No, that's fine" said Robyn, knowing that once her other ankle was properly secured, she'd be unable to move at all and would then be completely at the super-heroine's mercy; this made her nervous not at all, however - she knew she could never hope to be in safer hands then she was at the moment. Hands that were, right then, tying the ropes and sneaking in the occasional tickle to her bare foot as well, causing Robyn to squirm slightly and muffle a small giggle. "Mmm...mmmph....mmmhehheh...stop it Bubbles, not yet! Heh..."
"Sorry, couldn't resist." Bubbles grinned openly. "Captive audience and all." She quickly finished tying off Robyn's other leg, and then asked her if she could move and was comfortable.
"Yeah, that's comfortable. And no, I can't move at all; everything's at full extension."
And she wasn't misleading Bubbles either; she really couldn't move so much as a millimetre, Bubbles had tied her so tightly that she was effectively completely immobilised.
"Right," said Bubbles, scratching the back of her neck while deep in thought, "where should I start?"
"Well..."
"I know!" said Bubbles, cutting Robyn off, as she was about to suggest one of her less ticklish spots to start with. Bubbles went over to the shoebox sitting on Robyn's desk, and removed from it two small, fluffy, yellow canary feathers. Then she climbed onto the bed and knelt astride her friend's flat chest - marvelling from the feel at the fact that Robyn had not yet really hit puberty - holding a feather, poised to tickle, in each hand.
Robyn, meanwhile, did the only thing she could do in the circumstances - she chewed on her lip in nervous anticipation of how Bubbles would begin, and wiggled her toes energetically. She suppressed an uneasy giggle.
Bubbles brought both feathers down slowly, so that Robyn could see where she was headed before the feathers vanished out of her line of sight. Robyn was totally tensed up, expecting a strong tickle right from the start and trying to build her resistance against the sensation she knew to be coming. Any moment now...
It never came.
After a few moments, Robyn opened her eyes to see Bubbles waving her hands about just below the bound girl's chin. Then, concentrating hard, she realised that Bubbles was indeed tickling her, but very gently - so gently she hadn't felt it before, having been too tense to feel anything so soft.
Now that Robyn COULD feel the downy feathers against her neck though, she couldn't ignore the slight, slowly growing tickly feeling around her neck and below her ears. Although Bubbles kept moving the feathers round in small circles centred on two certain points on her neck - the main nerve points - the sensations began to spread out, across her shoulders, down over the upper part of her chest, up around and in her ears and over the lower part of her face. Even the slightest facial expression, such as scrunching her eyes shut in an attempt to block the tickling mentally, sent tingles spreading across her entire body, and made it even harder to hold back the giggles in her belly. She tried to steady her breathing, but the tickling made all her muscles shudder and shake, so that her breaths came in short, sharp gasps and her skin almost rippled as all her muscles reacted to the titillating touch.
"Heh...haha....that tickles teeheehee....teehee....heheheheheheehee...more than ahahahahaha....more thehehehehehehen anything teeheeheeheehee...."
Robyn tried pressing her lips tightly together to stop the light giggles slipping out, but they kept coming regardless. The tickly feeling from her neck had by now reached a maddening pitch, so that Bubbles could actually see her neck muscles visibly shaking through her skin. Her toes curled tight as she fought to regain control over her body, if only for a second longer. However, her willpower quickly gave out and she was reducing to a sweetly giggling, ticklish little schoolgirl, which was just what she was, and her toes began to wriggle again, even faster than before.
At this point, Bubbles decided to stop tickling briefly and give Robyn a short break in which to catch her breath. She didn't, however, leave her position astride Robyn's stomach.
"So, how did that feel for starters?" asked Bubbles.
"Well," said Robyn, still panting slightly, "it was great! It felt kinda odd though."
"How d'ya mean?" asked Bubbles, already thinking ahead to where she was going to tickle next.
"Umm...not being able to fight back or protect myself - I was completely at your mercy, but I still knew I was, like, totally safe. By the way, could you loosen these ropes a little bit? I'm starting to feel like I'm being pulled apart." Bubbles made an apologetic expression and proceeded to loosen the bindings slightly so that Robyn was no longer completely immobile; however, she was still incapable of escaping from any tickling that Bubbles might, and would, inflict on her tired form.
"That's better", Robyn said, rolling her shoulders as much as she could, enjoying having some freedom of motion back. Bubbles, meanwhile, repositioned herself to be sitting on Robyn's thighs, after having ditched the two small feathers in favour of using her fingers on Robyn's sensitive ribcage.
It was quite obvious to Robyn what was about to happen, but the inevitability of the fact didn't help any; in fact, it made her more desperate to somehow pull her arms down to her sides, which she could of course not do at the time.
"Please be gentle, okay Bubbles? Pleeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheehee...."
Her sentence was cut short as Bubbles' hands darted quickly to her upper ribs and began prodding and poking quickly between them on one side, whilst on Robyn's other side Bubbles swept her fingers slowly and smoothly over the soft skin underneath her t-shirt which had by now ridden halfway up her chest.
"Heeheeheeheehahahahahaaha, ogodthat tihihihihihihickles toohoohoohoohooo hahahahahaha..........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAA HAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"
The tickling almost instantly overcame Robyn's ability to withstand, and within a matter of no more than a couple of seconds, she had been reduced to so much humanoid-looking jelly and beyond any ability to even put together a single coherent word, let alone an entire sentence.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.......S-S-S-S-S-S STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHA ........HAAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA........EEEEEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE HEEHEE.......GGGLLLLLLGGGGGLLLLLLGGGGGGLLLLLL.........L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L.........HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Bubbles just watched as all the laughter was forced out of Robyn's mouth, faster in fact than she could physically take a new breath; slowly, her face started to turn a noticeable shade of red, and her constant laughter degraded into occasional spastic sobs before finally becoming entirely silent.
Robyn had never felt anything like this before in her life. Occasionally, one or the other of her parents would tickle her for a few moments, but she would always try, and usually succeed, in squirming away and distracting their attention with other matters; it had never, ever, felt like this when they tickled her. This tickling she didn't want to fight - she was content to just lie here and be tickled as far as her body could handle. Why was that? Maybe it was because she knew Bubbles enjoyed it just as much in the same way, or maybe she simply trusted the superhero more than her own parents (face it - who wouldn't trust a superhero?).
Bubbles meanwhile, had had many experiences with being tickled and a few which involved tickling others, too. But few of them had been as fun as this experience was, save one.
Once, she had experienced a similar reaction to a ticklish situation - she'd had a dream one night that some mystery person had kidnapped her and tied her to a chair in some abandoned building before tickling her all over her body. Shortly thereafter, Bubbles had awoken to find her sisters by her bedside; they said that she had been first talking agitatedly and then laughing in her sleep. She was covered in a cold sweat from the experience and, for just a moment as she was in that half-awake, still half-asleep state Bubbles had actually felt herself being tickled and had felt her reaction to it - she had LIKED it. She had kept this information to herself though, for fear that her sisters would simply devote even more time and energy to tickling her, and that wouldn't satisfy this enjoyment; they were always too rough in their tickling. These thoughts rushed again through her mind as she continued to tickle up and down the ribs of this likeness of Robyn.
Robyn by now looked to be almost on the verge of passing out from laughing so hard, so Bubbles stopped again to give her some time to recover, while she again moved, this time so that she was positioned to tickle Robyn's stomach and behind her knees as well.
Robyn felt the movement further down the bed, out of her line of sight, and realised Bubbles was shifting focus towards her legs, and inexorably towards her most ticklish of all spots - her feet. Robyn was worried; should she say something and risk Bubbles moving straight down to her feet now, or stay quiet and be tickled there later, when she would have even less energy still?
Robyn decided the second course of action was preferable - maybe Bubbles wouldn't go for her feet after all. Not that it really mattered where the blonde puff tickled her; everywhere was ticklish to some degree, especially once Robyn was "softened up", so to speak, by hitting a weak spot early on.
"Ready to give up yet, Bobbi?" asked Bubbles, grinning down at Robyn from where she was now sitting near the "foot" of the bed (pun intended). Robyn just gulped air for a few more seconds before answering, hoping to stall as long as possible at this point.
"Not really", she croaked in reply, her throat parched from the seemingly unending forced laughter she had endured. Bubbles zipped down to the kitchen and returned momentarily with a large glass of water, which she proceeded to help Robyn drink. Once Robyn had downed half the glass, Bubbles placed it on her bedside cabinet before taking up her previous position on the bed once more. Then, she danced her fingers as fast as lightning over the back of the bound girl's left knee, causing a slight jerking of the leg in response, as well as eliciting a small snort from Robyn, and some of the recently drunk water to come spurting out of her nose, which Bubbles barely managed to dodge in time.
"Heh............FFFFGGGNNNNNNAHAHAHA! Hey, that wasn't fair - I hadn't swallowed yet!"
"Yeah, but it looked funny from where I was sitting" said Bubbles, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Robyn simply resorted to sticking her tongue out, which prompted Bubbles to burst into an enchanting flood of giggles.
"Just you wait Bubbles - I'll get you back yet. Remember, I agreed to be tied and tickled by you if you did the same afterwards. And I'm gonna repay you for EVERYTHING."
"Is that a threat, or a promise?" asked Bubbles, with a vaguely coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she softly stroked Robyn's bare midriff, producing only a few twitches and a couple of sighs from her friend. Before Robyn had time to answer, however, Bubbles touch became slightly firmer, just enough to actually tickle, and whatever Robyn might have been about to say was lost in the laughter which bubbled up in her chest and spilled out in short bursts. She swayed from side to side, trying to escape Bubbles' tickling touches, but naturally couldn't move far enough as her bonds were too strong and inelastic.
For the next few minutes, Bubbles proceeded to scamper her fingers all over Robyn's heaving stomach, at times prodding and poking around her waist to produce loud guffaws, at other times stroking softly around her belly button to bring forth a constant sprinkling of light giggles, and still other times kneading the flesh around her hips to force out loud shrieking laughs; each method of tickling, and each small ticklish area, produced a different sound, and Bubbles soon learned to play them more or less as a musical instrument, causing Robyn's laughter to travel right through the range of notes, almost as if she were conducting an orchestral symphony.
Robyn, too, was enjoying this immensely, completely losing herself in the sensations that coursed through her lightly wriggling frame, and the laughter they produced.
"HAAHAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHO HOHOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE......." Her laughter remained unbroken the whole time, as not once did Bubbles let up for a moment. Finally though, when Robyn began to cry uncontrollably - having exhausted her ability to laugh - Bubbles called another halt to the proceedings.
"Was that too much? I thought you were enjoying yourself", said Bubbles, grabbing a hankie and wiping Robyn's eyes gently with it.
"I was", Robyn replied after several minutes, once her breathing had settled back down. "It felt wonderful; but could you lay off the stomach for a while? It's a little sore now", said Robyn, smiling feebly to show she was only joking.
Bubbles took her statement at face value though, and turned to face Robyn's feet now. At once, Robyn regained all the energy that had seemed previously to have been sapped from her by the tickling Bubbles had carried out, and she began pleading as fast as she could.
"No please Bubbles, not the feet please? Anywhere but the feet, they're too sensitive, I'll laugh myself to death if you tickle me there, anywhere else please? What about under my arms?"
Hmm thought Bubbles. If she's this worried about me tickling her feet, I'd be I'll get a real good reaction when I DO tickle her there. But she has a point - I've neglected her underarms as well....aha!"
So Bubbles had a great idea; she lay down on top of Robyn, facing Robyn's feet and with her legs stretched out on either side of her best friend's bound form, feet lying right next to Robyn's underarms. Then she took hold of Robyn's feet and gently massaged them for a moment, as a short warm-up exercise.
"Bubbles, what are you doing? Bubbles?"
"Relax Bobbi - you DID suggest that I tickle your underarms, didn't you?" asked Bubbles slyly.
"Yeah, but instead of my feet, not as well as! You knew what I meant."
"You're right - but this is more fun." Bubbles grinned evilly.
"Ooooh, I am sooooo gonna gehehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehet you for this hahahahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAHAAA...."
Once again, her words were lost in her laughter, now more than ever, as the tickling stole control of her body from her on two fronts; on the first front, Bubbles was wiggling all ten fingers over both of Robyn's bare soles at the same time, in differing patterns to distract Robyn from ignoring the sensations. On the left foot Bubbles drew figure eights on the sole, whilst on the right foot she lightly scratched around the arches and toes, and whenever Robyn tried to scrunch her toes up to keep Bubbles' fingers from getting between them, Bubbles simply tickled the heel instead, causing the foot to jerk hard and the toes to once again splay wide open, seemingly inviting Bubbles to resume tickling them. After a while, Bubbles switched her tickling tactics on Robyn's feet, just to throw her even further off-balance mentally.
Meanwhile, Robyn was also experiencing the height of indescribable tickling pleasure and torture simultaneously from her underarms as well; for Bubbles' own bare feet, resting by her underarms, had begun squirming around, and she was alternately prodding and stroking Robyn under her arms with her toes, which Robyn couldn't even slightly defend herself against. Instead, all that Robyn could do was lie there, laughing her head off as Bubbles began doodling pictures on both her wriggling, fidgeting soles.
As Bubbles lost herself in her little tickling coup de grace, she wasn't paying attention to where her feet were and as a result her left leg, and foot, shifted from Robyn's unprotected left side and landed across her chest, the toes and indeed most of her bare foot ending up crammed into Robyn's mouth, which had been forced open by her unceasing mirth.
Robyn suddenly felt something big and heavy fall in her mouth, and tried to spit it out - it wouldn't move. She could see quite clearly that it was Bubbles' foot, but couldn't do anything to tell her about this unexpected development. She tried to move her head out of the way, but was too securely tied down. There was nothing she could do about this bizarre occurrence, and as she was still being tickled, she didn't stop laughing the entire time.
Bubbles noticed something strange as well; she had been tickling Robyn's underarms with her toes, but now her left foot felt strangely very warm and moist, and seemed to be clamped in position. She glanced around and saw it wedged in Robyn's mouth, and thought Uh. Well, I hope she doesn't mind too much. Bubbles then attempted to remove her foot from her friends mouth, to find that Robyn, due to her incessant laughter, had clamped down on the gag quite tightly. Bubbles decided that the easiest solution to this problem was to stop tickling Robyn and then they could easily extricate themselves from this predicament.
At that exact moment, Robyn's chuckling caused her warm, wet tongue to slither over Bubbles' sole and toes.
Bubbles tried to ignore this and stop her own tickling of Robyn, but she couldn't. She seemed to have lost control just from that one simple lick, and whilst she was no longer tickling Robyn's feet - her arms having fallen uselessly to the mattress in front of her at the first tickling touch - her other, free foot began wriggling even harder in Robyn's right underarm, causing return tickling feelings to shoot through Robyn. At the same time, both girls attempted to restrain giggles that threatened to burst out at any second. Bubbles succeeded in this task.
Robyn - already weakened by her previous tickling - didn't, and hence she accidentally nibbled on Bubbles' toes this time.
Bubbles, in sudden ticklish shock, froze at this sensation, before pulling her legs sharply away - leaving Robyn stunned by the speed of this motion, and with a devilish idea for her revenge tickling - and rolling off the bed to a standing position.
"That was, uh, interesting", Bubbles said, not sure what else to say without the situation becoming even more strange than it was already.
Robyn agreed. "Quite enlightening too, I felt", she added, with a secretive grin that made Bubbles shudder with both excitement and no small amount of fear. "So, are you gonna untie me yet? I think it's my turn to do the tickling now!"
Now, back to the scheduled program, LOL.
Hairy Gregory Studios
in association with
Scotty Boyo-PPGTKL Productions
is proud to present
The Powerpuff Girls
in
Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 4B: Bubbles - Fun with Robyn
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Bubbles had been inside Robyn's room on many occasions over the years, or various reasons, with and without other people present apart from the two of them. This was, however, the very first time that Bubbles ever ventured into her best friend's bedroom expecting to be tickled - and yet Bubbles was thinking none of this is real - Robyn will never know. What a shame.
"Take a seat; I've just gotta find some stuff and then we can get started", said Robyn, gesturing to her clothes-strewn bed. Bubbles began collecting up an assortment of attire and placing it on a nearby chair, and then pulled the duvet off the bed too, before sitting slightly uncomfortably on the bed's edge, waiting for Robyn.
Robyn had unlocked her closet and had removed a small shoebox with a "Warning: Bio-Hazard" label on it's lid. She sat down next to Bubbles and removed the lid, causing Bubbles to gasp when she saw the box's contents.
Inside were a vast assortment of feathers and other tickling-type implements; long, thin feathers; short, fluffy feathers; large, soft ones; small, rigid ones; an electric toothbrush; a small hairbrush; a few combs; a pair of gloves, which Robyn put on, and two large ball-bearings, which Robyn then removed to show to Bubbles.
"What are they?" asked Bubbles, naturally confused.
"I dunno. I found them a couple of years ago, lodged in a tree in Volcano Park. They're made of some strange metal that stays cold no matter what they're in contact with - great for a sudden shock. Here, hold them", said Robyn, handing the two metal balls to Bubbles, who readily took them and then almost jumped at the feeling of immense cold against her palms, quickly passing them back. "Can you imagine feeling that and not being able to escape from the cold, already really sensitive from being tickled crazy?" Bubbles nodded, shivering at the idea. "It'd tickle like mad", said Robyn, putting the balls back into the box and removing the gloves, "but I think that can wait for later. Plus, you need to be tickled somewhat before that anyway, for it to work really well."
"So you've been tied down and tickled before?" asked Bubbles, curious.
"No", said Robyn, with disappointment evident in her voice. "I didn't know anyone else liked to tickle and be tickled like me until you tried to fight back out there", she said, referring to what had just taken place outside. Bubbles grinned.
"Well, you know you're not alone anymore, right?"
"Yeah, I do." Robyn smiled, taking Bubbles' hand in both of her own. They just sat there for a few moments, contemplating the twists and turns in that day's events so far. Just as the moment was beginning to become vaguely awkward, Bubbles took the initiative and tickled one of Robyn's feet with her toes, wiggling against the sole to catch Robyn unawares.
Robyn, caught off-guard by the unprovoked tickling, fell back onto the bed laughing, kicking her legs up in the air and pulling Bubbles down onto the bed next to her. Bubbles pulled free of Robyn's tightened grip and quickly swept her skilful fingers up and down her friend's ribs, eliciting great gales of laughter from the girl. This, in turn, caused her t-shirt to ride up as her stomach heaved with exertion, and Bubbles then moved to gently poke and squeeze her stomach, around the waistline and in particular centring on the navel, and Robyn began to convulse in silent laughter. Finally, Bubbles relented and they both sat up once more, Robyn gasping for breath by this time.
"Well," said Bubbles, "we know we're both ticklish, and we know we're both really good ticklers," which earnt her an adorable pout and a quick prod in the tummy from Robyn, "SO let's get on and see just how good we are!" She looked around the room briefly and then asked, "Now where are these jump ropes?"
"I don't have any" said Robyn, and then went on to explain, "you're right, they wouldn't be very good for tying up. But," she said, diving under her bed for a few moments, and returning brandishing some ropes, "I have these. They're thin, but really strong, and they don't chafe either." "How d'ya know?"
"I've tried tying myself up before, but it's almost impossible to do a good job."
Bubbles just sat there thinking the girl keeps ropes under her bed, just in case. Should I be scared, or excited?.
"Come on, then!"
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"That's not too tight, is it?" asked Bubbles, tying Robyn's ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. This bed was very useful for such bondage, as at each corner of the bed's solid wooden frame was a post with a carved knob on top, which made it easy for Bubbles to tie Robyn down and impossible to slip the ropes loose from the bed once they were in position. Bubbles had already tied a rope to each ankle and to each wrist, and had then pulled on the ropes, stretching Robyn's form taut before tying off the rope on each wrist. Similarly, she didn't want to hurt her friend by pulling too hard on her legs either.
"No, that's fine" said Robyn, knowing that once her other ankle was properly secured, she'd be unable to move at all and would then be completely at the super-heroine's mercy; this made her nervous not at all, however - she knew she could never hope to be in safer hands then she was at the moment. Hands that were, right then, tying the ropes and sneaking in the occasional tickle to her bare foot as well, causing Robyn to squirm slightly and muffle a small giggle. "Mmm...mmmph....mmmhehheh...stop it Bubbles, not yet! Heh..."
"Sorry, couldn't resist." Bubbles grinned openly. "Captive audience and all." She quickly finished tying off Robyn's other leg, and then asked her if she could move and was comfortable.
"Yeah, that's comfortable. And no, I can't move at all; everything's at full extension."
And she wasn't misleading Bubbles either; she really couldn't move so much as a millimetre, Bubbles had tied her so tightly that she was effectively completely immobilised.
"Right," said Bubbles, scratching the back of her neck while deep in thought, "where should I start?"
"Well..."
"I know!" said Bubbles, cutting Robyn off, as she was about to suggest one of her less ticklish spots to start with. Bubbles went over to the shoebox sitting on Robyn's desk, and removed from it two small, fluffy, yellow canary feathers. Then she climbed onto the bed and knelt astride her friend's flat chest - marvelling from the feel at the fact that Robyn had not yet really hit puberty - holding a feather, poised to tickle, in each hand.
Robyn, meanwhile, did the only thing she could do in the circumstances - she chewed on her lip in nervous anticipation of how Bubbles would begin, and wiggled her toes energetically. She suppressed an uneasy giggle.
Bubbles brought both feathers down slowly, so that Robyn could see where she was headed before the feathers vanished out of her line of sight. Robyn was totally tensed up, expecting a strong tickle right from the start and trying to build her resistance against the sensation she knew to be coming. Any moment now...
It never came.
After a few moments, Robyn opened her eyes to see Bubbles waving her hands about just below the bound girl's chin. Then, concentrating hard, she realised that Bubbles was indeed tickling her, but very gently - so gently she hadn't felt it before, having been too tense to feel anything so soft.
Now that Robyn COULD feel the downy feathers against her neck though, she couldn't ignore the slight, slowly growing tickly feeling around her neck and below her ears. Although Bubbles kept moving the feathers round in small circles centred on two certain points on her neck - the main nerve points - the sensations began to spread out, across her shoulders, down over the upper part of her chest, up around and in her ears and over the lower part of her face. Even the slightest facial expression, such as scrunching her eyes shut in an attempt to block the tickling mentally, sent tingles spreading across her entire body, and made it even harder to hold back the giggles in her belly. She tried to steady her breathing, but the tickling made all her muscles shudder and shake, so that her breaths came in short, sharp gasps and her skin almost rippled as all her muscles reacted to the titillating touch.
"Heh...haha....that tickles teeheehee....teehee....heheheheheheehee...more than ahahahahaha....more thehehehehehehen anything teeheeheeheehee...."
Robyn tried pressing her lips tightly together to stop the light giggles slipping out, but they kept coming regardless. The tickly feeling from her neck had by now reached a maddening pitch, so that Bubbles could actually see her neck muscles visibly shaking through her skin. Her toes curled tight as she fought to regain control over her body, if only for a second longer. However, her willpower quickly gave out and she was reducing to a sweetly giggling, ticklish little schoolgirl, which was just what she was, and her toes began to wriggle again, even faster than before.
At this point, Bubbles decided to stop tickling briefly and give Robyn a short break in which to catch her breath. She didn't, however, leave her position astride Robyn's stomach.
"So, how did that feel for starters?" asked Bubbles.
"Well," said Robyn, still panting slightly, "it was great! It felt kinda odd though."
"How d'ya mean?" asked Bubbles, already thinking ahead to where she was going to tickle next.
"Umm...not being able to fight back or protect myself - I was completely at your mercy, but I still knew I was, like, totally safe. By the way, could you loosen these ropes a little bit? I'm starting to feel like I'm being pulled apart." Bubbles made an apologetic expression and proceeded to loosen the bindings slightly so that Robyn was no longer completely immobile; however, she was still incapable of escaping from any tickling that Bubbles might, and would, inflict on her tired form.
"That's better", Robyn said, rolling her shoulders as much as she could, enjoying having some freedom of motion back. Bubbles, meanwhile, repositioned herself to be sitting on Robyn's thighs, after having ditched the two small feathers in favour of using her fingers on Robyn's sensitive ribcage.
It was quite obvious to Robyn what was about to happen, but the inevitability of the fact didn't help any; in fact, it made her more desperate to somehow pull her arms down to her sides, which she could of course not do at the time.
"Please be gentle, okay Bubbles? Pleeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheehee...."
Her sentence was cut short as Bubbles' hands darted quickly to her upper ribs and began prodding and poking quickly between them on one side, whilst on Robyn's other side Bubbles swept her fingers slowly and smoothly over the soft skin underneath her t-shirt which had by now ridden halfway up her chest.
"Heeheeheeheehahahahahaaha, ogodthat tihihihihihihickles toohoohoohoohooo hahahahahaha..........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAA HAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"
The tickling almost instantly overcame Robyn's ability to withstand, and within a matter of no more than a couple of seconds, she had been reduced to so much humanoid-looking jelly and beyond any ability to even put together a single coherent word, let alone an entire sentence.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.......S-S-S-S-S-S STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHA ........HAAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA........EEEEEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE HEEHEE.......GGGLLLLLLGGGGGLLLLLLGGGGGGLLLLLL.........L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L.........HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Bubbles just watched as all the laughter was forced out of Robyn's mouth, faster in fact than she could physically take a new breath; slowly, her face started to turn a noticeable shade of red, and her constant laughter degraded into occasional spastic sobs before finally becoming entirely silent.
Robyn had never felt anything like this before in her life. Occasionally, one or the other of her parents would tickle her for a few moments, but she would always try, and usually succeed, in squirming away and distracting their attention with other matters; it had never, ever, felt like this when they tickled her. This tickling she didn't want to fight - she was content to just lie here and be tickled as far as her body could handle. Why was that? Maybe it was because she knew Bubbles enjoyed it just as much in the same way, or maybe she simply trusted the superhero more than her own parents (face it - who wouldn't trust a superhero?).
Bubbles meanwhile, had had many experiences with being tickled and a few which involved tickling others, too. But few of them had been as fun as this experience was, save one.
Once, she had experienced a similar reaction to a ticklish situation - she'd had a dream one night that some mystery person had kidnapped her and tied her to a chair in some abandoned building before tickling her all over her body. Shortly thereafter, Bubbles had awoken to find her sisters by her bedside; they said that she had been first talking agitatedly and then laughing in her sleep. She was covered in a cold sweat from the experience and, for just a moment as she was in that half-awake, still half-asleep state Bubbles had actually felt herself being tickled and had felt her reaction to it - she had LIKED it. She had kept this information to herself though, for fear that her sisters would simply devote even more time and energy to tickling her, and that wouldn't satisfy this enjoyment; they were always too rough in their tickling. These thoughts rushed again through her mind as she continued to tickle up and down the ribs of this likeness of Robyn.
Robyn by now looked to be almost on the verge of passing out from laughing so hard, so Bubbles stopped again to give her some time to recover, while she again moved, this time so that she was positioned to tickle Robyn's stomach and behind her knees as well.
Robyn felt the movement further down the bed, out of her line of sight, and realised Bubbles was shifting focus towards her legs, and inexorably towards her most ticklish of all spots - her feet. Robyn was worried; should she say something and risk Bubbles moving straight down to her feet now, or stay quiet and be tickled there later, when she would have even less energy still?
Robyn decided the second course of action was preferable - maybe Bubbles wouldn't go for her feet after all. Not that it really mattered where the blonde puff tickled her; everywhere was ticklish to some degree, especially once Robyn was "softened up", so to speak, by hitting a weak spot early on.
"Ready to give up yet, Bobbi?" asked Bubbles, grinning down at Robyn from where she was now sitting near the "foot" of the bed (pun intended). Robyn just gulped air for a few more seconds before answering, hoping to stall as long as possible at this point.
"Not really", she croaked in reply, her throat parched from the seemingly unending forced laughter she had endured. Bubbles zipped down to the kitchen and returned momentarily with a large glass of water, which she proceeded to help Robyn drink. Once Robyn had downed half the glass, Bubbles placed it on her bedside cabinet before taking up her previous position on the bed once more. Then, she danced her fingers as fast as lightning over the back of the bound girl's left knee, causing a slight jerking of the leg in response, as well as eliciting a small snort from Robyn, and some of the recently drunk water to come spurting out of her nose, which Bubbles barely managed to dodge in time.
"Heh............FFFFGGGNNNNNNAHAHAHA! Hey, that wasn't fair - I hadn't swallowed yet!"
"Yeah, but it looked funny from where I was sitting" said Bubbles, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Robyn simply resorted to sticking her tongue out, which prompted Bubbles to burst into an enchanting flood of giggles.
"Just you wait Bubbles - I'll get you back yet. Remember, I agreed to be tied and tickled by you if you did the same afterwards. And I'm gonna repay you for EVERYTHING."
"Is that a threat, or a promise?" asked Bubbles, with a vaguely coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she softly stroked Robyn's bare midriff, producing only a few twitches and a couple of sighs from her friend. Before Robyn had time to answer, however, Bubbles touch became slightly firmer, just enough to actually tickle, and whatever Robyn might have been about to say was lost in the laughter which bubbled up in her chest and spilled out in short bursts. She swayed from side to side, trying to escape Bubbles' tickling touches, but naturally couldn't move far enough as her bonds were too strong and inelastic.
For the next few minutes, Bubbles proceeded to scamper her fingers all over Robyn's heaving stomach, at times prodding and poking around her waist to produce loud guffaws, at other times stroking softly around her belly button to bring forth a constant sprinkling of light giggles, and still other times kneading the flesh around her hips to force out loud shrieking laughs; each method of tickling, and each small ticklish area, produced a different sound, and Bubbles soon learned to play them more or less as a musical instrument, causing Robyn's laughter to travel right through the range of notes, almost as if she were conducting an orchestral symphony.
Robyn, too, was enjoying this immensely, completely losing herself in the sensations that coursed through her lightly wriggling frame, and the laughter they produced.
"HAAHAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHO HOHOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE......." Her laughter remained unbroken the whole time, as not once did Bubbles let up for a moment. Finally though, when Robyn began to cry uncontrollably - having exhausted her ability to laugh - Bubbles called another halt to the proceedings.
"Was that too much? I thought you were enjoying yourself", said Bubbles, grabbing a hankie and wiping Robyn's eyes gently with it.
"I was", Robyn replied after several minutes, once her breathing had settled back down. "It felt wonderful; but could you lay off the stomach for a while? It's a little sore now", said Robyn, smiling feebly to show she was only joking.
Bubbles took her statement at face value though, and turned to face Robyn's feet now. At once, Robyn regained all the energy that had seemed previously to have been sapped from her by the tickling Bubbles had carried out, and she began pleading as fast as she could.
"No please Bubbles, not the feet please? Anywhere but the feet, they're too sensitive, I'll laugh myself to death if you tickle me there, anywhere else please? What about under my arms?"
Hmm thought Bubbles. If she's this worried about me tickling her feet, I'd be I'll get a real good reaction when I DO tickle her there. But she has a point - I've neglected her underarms as well....aha!"
So Bubbles had a great idea; she lay down on top of Robyn, facing Robyn's feet and with her legs stretched out on either side of her best friend's bound form, feet lying right next to Robyn's underarms. Then she took hold of Robyn's feet and gently massaged them for a moment, as a short warm-up exercise.
"Bubbles, what are you doing? Bubbles?"
"Relax Bobbi - you DID suggest that I tickle your underarms, didn't you?" asked Bubbles slyly.
"Yeah, but instead of my feet, not as well as! You knew what I meant."
"You're right - but this is more fun." Bubbles grinned evilly.
"Ooooh, I am sooooo gonna gehehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehet you for this hahahahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAHAAA...."
Once again, her words were lost in her laughter, now more than ever, as the tickling stole control of her body from her on two fronts; on the first front, Bubbles was wiggling all ten fingers over both of Robyn's bare soles at the same time, in differing patterns to distract Robyn from ignoring the sensations. On the left foot Bubbles drew figure eights on the sole, whilst on the right foot she lightly scratched around the arches and toes, and whenever Robyn tried to scrunch her toes up to keep Bubbles' fingers from getting between them, Bubbles simply tickled the heel instead, causing the foot to jerk hard and the toes to once again splay wide open, seemingly inviting Bubbles to resume tickling them. After a while, Bubbles switched her tickling tactics on Robyn's feet, just to throw her even further off-balance mentally.
Meanwhile, Robyn was also experiencing the height of indescribable tickling pleasure and torture simultaneously from her underarms as well; for Bubbles' own bare feet, resting by her underarms, had begun squirming around, and she was alternately prodding and stroking Robyn under her arms with her toes, which Robyn couldn't even slightly defend herself against. Instead, all that Robyn could do was lie there, laughing her head off as Bubbles began doodling pictures on both her wriggling, fidgeting soles.
As Bubbles lost herself in her little tickling coup de grace, she wasn't paying attention to where her feet were and as a result her left leg, and foot, shifted from Robyn's unprotected left side and landed across her chest, the toes and indeed most of her bare foot ending up crammed into Robyn's mouth, which had been forced open by her unceasing mirth.
Robyn suddenly felt something big and heavy fall in her mouth, and tried to spit it out - it wouldn't move. She could see quite clearly that it was Bubbles' foot, but couldn't do anything to tell her about this unexpected development. She tried to move her head out of the way, but was too securely tied down. There was nothing she could do about this bizarre occurrence, and as she was still being tickled, she didn't stop laughing the entire time.
Bubbles noticed something strange as well; she had been tickling Robyn's underarms with her toes, but now her left foot felt strangely very warm and moist, and seemed to be clamped in position. She glanced around and saw it wedged in Robyn's mouth, and thought Uh. Well, I hope she doesn't mind too much. Bubbles then attempted to remove her foot from her friends mouth, to find that Robyn, due to her incessant laughter, had clamped down on the gag quite tightly. Bubbles decided that the easiest solution to this problem was to stop tickling Robyn and then they could easily extricate themselves from this predicament.
At that exact moment, Robyn's chuckling caused her warm, wet tongue to slither over Bubbles' sole and toes.
Bubbles tried to ignore this and stop her own tickling of Robyn, but she couldn't. She seemed to have lost control just from that one simple lick, and whilst she was no longer tickling Robyn's feet - her arms having fallen uselessly to the mattress in front of her at the first tickling touch - her other, free foot began wriggling even harder in Robyn's right underarm, causing return tickling feelings to shoot through Robyn. At the same time, both girls attempted to restrain giggles that threatened to burst out at any second. Bubbles succeeded in this task.
Robyn - already weakened by her previous tickling - didn't, and hence she accidentally nibbled on Bubbles' toes this time.
Bubbles, in sudden ticklish shock, froze at this sensation, before pulling her legs sharply away - leaving Robyn stunned by the speed of this motion, and with a devilish idea for her revenge tickling - and rolling off the bed to a standing position.
"That was, uh, interesting", Bubbles said, not sure what else to say without the situation becoming even more strange than it was already.
Robyn agreed. "Quite enlightening too, I felt", she added, with a secretive grin that made Bubbles shudder with both excitement and no small amount of fear. "So, are you gonna untie me yet? I think it's my turn to do the tickling now!"
